#ask 🍰 cookies

[croc-ask-blog]

(🍰)Viola! It is I! Sir John Chickenbones! I am Santa's accountant and I'm sorry to say he's gone bankrupt. No more presents for anyone.

FUCK.

Oh dear.. what about the children at the daycare...?

Well, I don't care! All i need is my lilies to be safe!

...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Okay then. WAIT WH?-

YOU BETTER GIVE ME THE GODDAMN PRESENTS YOU LITTLE SHI-

I see... *FAE PROCEED TO WHIP OUT A GUN-*

I don't need presents! Wait, your joking right? RIGHT?-

*Probably sleeping*

[the6dragonsaskblog]

Longan! Hi!

I made you a cake! It's Vanilla flavored-

Hope you like it! Have a good day!

"..thank you is the proper way to take something but I will decline. I do not eat sweets.”

[funky-on-an-apocalyptic-night]

so who let the cake dog in?

I did

[the-buttery-baker]

"You're adopted. By me."

*yep.*

[rafesangelita]

pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting rafe for the first time? 🍰

warnings: jealous!rafe, topper calls you ‘doll’, a lil bit of flirting, slight fluff

“girl scout, two o’clock.” kelce cleared his throat, topper and rafe following his gaze. you stood at the receptionist desk, chatting with the director about your plans for the week. “is she really a girl scout?” rafe’s eyes trailed down the soft curls of your hair, stopping just above the neckline of your top.

“nah, we just call her that because she sells cookies and shit. ‘really good by the way, highly recommend.” kelce leaned back in his seat, forgetting all about the cards in his hands as you started making your way towards the three of them. rafe would be lying if he said the way his friends ogled you didn’t bother him.

“hey! what game are you guys playing?” you sat your basket down on the hardwood table, eyes flickering over to rafe. “just some solitaire.” topper shrugged, removing the cloth that covered your treats. “what do you got for us this week, doll?” if rafe was bothered earlier, he was even more so now.

you smiled, tilting the basket so they can all steal a peek. “shortbread and chocolate chip.” rafe didn’t care to look at anything else other than your face, his gaze sweeping over your features. “i’ve never seen you before.” he finally spoke up, his voice immediately drawing your attention.

“uhm, i don’t think i’ve seen you either..” you extended a hand, “what’s your name?” rafe didn’t hesitate to return your gesture, taking your hand in his. “rafe, and yours?” your heart skipped a beat when you felt his thumb stroke your skin. “y/-” kelce chimed in before you could answer his question.

“i’ll take two of each. and one of you.” rafe’s head shot in his friends direction, his grip on your wrist tightening. laughing nervously, you brushed off kelce’s remark. “actually, he’s not taking anything. i, however, would like the whole basket.” shaking your head, you waited for rafe to say he was kidding.

“oh! you’re serious-” rafe got up, taking the basket in his free hand as he led you two outside and away from his obnoxious buddies. “what the hell!” topper shouted. without protesting, you allowed rafe to take you to a more secluded space, your dainty heels clicking against the pavement.

“is everything okay? i-” rafe stopped in front of the country club’s garden. “do you have a boyfriend?” he blurted, making you stumble over your next few words. “uhm, well! no, but..” taking his wallet out of his pocket, rafe took a couple hundred dollar bills before cutting you off.. again.

“not that it matters if you do, cause i’ll just take his place.” the certainty in his voice made your face flush with a new profound sense of shyness. he placed the folded bills in your palm, a smile forming on his lips at your smitten expression. “how are you so sure that you’ll be my boyfriend?” you asked.

“because i always get what i want.”

[toystoryfan]

TOY i can’t believe the one day when i wasn’t as active on tumblr as i usually am TURNED OUT TO BE UR BIRTHDAY????? if i’ve missed it i’m so so sorry but HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONETHELESS !! 🎁🎉🎂🎊🎈🥳🥳🥳🥳 !!!!

I AM IN CST AT THE MOMENT SO ITS STILL MY BIRTHDAY!!!! honestly I wasn't active today either bc I was making my birthday edit!!!! Bc when else can I use the song 22 by Taylor swift lol. I also made pancakes for dinner and also frosted leftover cake for myself 🎂🍰🎉🎉🎉🎉 yeah I mostly ate sweets today but it was FUN

Thank you Suni Astrobei ily 💕💕💕 you are awesome and I adore you <333 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm having a blast I ate so much sugar

[milk-tea-sakura]

Hello!! Can I order a miso butter cookie with a vodka shot on the side with Skz bangchan? You can make it as spicy as u want:)) also love the order list, very creative!

A Closer Connection

𝓒𝔀: 𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓢𝓾𝓫! 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓳𝓸𝓫

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1677

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 6 𝓶𝓲𝓷 3

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 - "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧"  𝘝𝘰𝘥𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 - 𝘋𝘰𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

After seeing the stunt Bang Chan pulled with being shirtless on stage I feel like this is very appropriate. Also thank you for ordering!!

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✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

 "You’ve never even touched yourself?" Y/n asks, her eyes widening in surprise. She had always known Bangchan to be a shy and reserved person, but this was a new revelation.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he nodded, his eyes darting away from her gaze. "No, I haven't," he replied, his voice quiet.

"Ever?" Y/n continued, her curiosity piqued.

Bangchan shook his head, his blush deepening. "No, never," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened even further at his admission. "But... why not?" she asked, feeling a mixture of surprise and concern.

Bangchan shrugged, looking down at his hands. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just... never felt comfortable doing it, I guess."

Y/n studied his face, reading the mix of embarrassment and discomfort. She knew he wasn't just being coy or shy, there was something deeper going on here.

"Have you ever thought about it, though?" she asked softly. "Have you ever been curious?"

Bangchan glanced up at her, a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah, sometimes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I've thought about it, but I don't know... I never felt brave enough to actually try."

Y/n studied his expression, her heart going out to him at that moment. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a small gesture of comfort.

"I know this is kind of out of line question but... would you like me to touch you?" Y/n asks Chan.

Bangchan's eyes widen at her question, his heart thudding in his chest. No one had ever asked him that before, and the thought of it simultaneously excited and terrified him.

He looks up at Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and intrigue. "I-I'm not sure," he stammers, his voice shaky. "I've never... no one's ever..."

Y/n understood his hesitation and gently squeezed his arm. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft. "I just thought I'd offer. But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Bangchan nods, trying to process his feelings. The idea of her touching him was both exciting and frightening, making his heart race and his stomach flutter. He looks back at her, his eyes searching hers, looking for reassurance.

Y/n held his gaze, her expression gentle and patient. "It's entirely up to you," she reiterated. "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. If you change your mind or if you're unsure, just say so, and we'll stop immediately. Okay?"

Bangchan took a deep breath, letting her words sink in. He knew he could trust her, and that she would respect his boundaries. Still, the fear of the unknown was making his mind race. "Okay," he finally said, his voice quiet. "I... I think I want to try."

Y/n smiled, pleased that he had made a decision. "Just relax, okay?" she said, her voice soothing. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, and we can stop anytime you want. Just let me know if it's too much or if you want to pause."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath to steady his nerves. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen.

His best friend was about to help him out sexually, Bangchan felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as Y/n began to move her hand towards his body. She was his best friend, someone he trusted and cared for deeply, and yet the idea that she was about to touch him in this way seemed both surreal and incredibly intimate.

Her hand was soft and gentle as it made contact with his skin, moving slowly and deliberately. "You're so tense," she murmured, her voice filled with concern. "Just try to relax, okay?" Y/n says rubbing Chan's arm.

Bangchan tried to do as he was told, taking another deep breath and willing his muscles to relax. But the feeling of her hand on his skin, and the knowledge of what she was about to do to him, made it difficult to completely let go of his tension.

"Do you want to take your pants off, or should I?" Y/n asks.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed at her question, his heart rate quickening. The thought of taking off his pants in front of her was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. 

"Y-you do it," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nods and slowly moves to unbutton and unzip Chan's pants, "We can stop whenever." you remind.

Bangchan nods, appreciating her reminder. He was still nervous, but her reassurance helped to ease his anxieties a bit. "Okay," he manages to murmur, his breath hitching as she slowly peels off his pants.

Once his pants are off, Bangchan is left sitting there in his boxers, feeling both vulnerable and exposed. He looks up at Y/n, her eyes studying him intently.

Y/n gently puts her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle there twitch under her touch. "You're doing so well," she praises, her voice soft. "Just remember to relax, okay? We're going at your pace."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath and trying to focus on the feel of her hand on his leg. The touch was both soothing and arousing at the same time, making his heart race and his body tingle.

"I'm going to start touching through your boxers, then we can go farther," Y/n tells Chan gently.

Bangchan nods, his breath quickening in anticipation. The thought of her touching him through his boxers is both arousing and nerve-wracking. "Okay," he rasps, his voice hoarse. "I'm ready."

Y/n slowly slides her hand up Chan's thigh making its way to his crotch.

Bangchan's breath hitches as he feels her hand on his inner thigh. The journey to his crotch feels like an eternity, his muscles tense and coiled, waiting for her touch. He tries to hold back the moan that rises in his throat but can’t help but let out a soft moan.

The sound of his moan makes Y/n smile, satisfied at the effect she has on Chan. Moving closer, she finally starts to rub his cock with her palm.

Bangchan's eyes flutter shut at the sensation, his body arching slightly in response to her touch. "Oh god," he whispers, his hands clenching in pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" Y/n asks, already knowing the answer.

Bangchan nods, the words catching in his throat. "Yes," he finally manages to say, his voice strained. "It... it feels so good."

"Do you wanna take it further?"

Bangchan hesitates for just a moment before nodding. Despite his nerves, his body is responding to Y/n's touch, and he can't deny that he wants more. "Yes," he whispers, his voice filled with raw desire.

Bangchan's heart races as she peels his boxers off, exposing himself completely to her gaze. He feels vulnerable like this, but the anticipation and need for her touch outweigh any other emotions. He lifts his hips, helping her remove the last bit of clothing on his lower half.

“You have so much precum” Y/n teases Chan playfully. “Are you ready to continue?”

Bangchan's cheeks flush at her comment, his breath hitching. The way she teased him made him feel both embarrassed and aroused. "Y-yeah," he manages to stammer, his voice betraying his eagerness. "I'm ready."

You spit on your hand and bring it back down to his cock slowly stroking it, using the precum to help your hand glide easier.

Bangchan moans at the touch of her hand, his head lolling to the side in pleasure. “You’re going to need to communicate with me on what you want and need.” Y/n reminds.

Bangchan nods, his brain foggy with desire and pleasure. "I... I want more," he says, his voice raspy with need. "Please, Y/n, keep going."

You keep moving your hand around him, while he gives small thrusts into your hand.

Bangchan's breathing becomes ragged, and he sounds a mix of moans and sighs. The pleasure builds and builds, his body aching for release. "Please," he begs.

“Please what?” You ask.

Bangchan's cheeks flush at the question, his words faltering. He's never had to verbalize what he needed before, and it feels both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a murmur. "I... I need more. I need... I need to cum.” 

“Yeah?” You tease. “Then cum for me.”

Bangchan's body tenses at her words, the demand sending a shiver down his spine. It's both exhilarating and overwhelming, the knowledge that she has this power over him. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with need and helplessness. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Let go for me Chan," Y/n says firmly.

The sound of her firmness makes him shiver, the command stirring something deep within him. He looks up at her, his eyes wide and eager, his body tensing as he finally cums. His whole body shook with pleasure. Once he finally calms down he looks at you with heavy breathing.

You smile as you watch him come down from his high, his body still shuddering with pleasure. He looks at you with heavy breathing, his eyes wide and full of awe and gratitude. "That was..." he tries to say, but the words fail him.

"Amazing," you supply, your tone filled with satisfaction. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, a gentle gesture of affection.

Bangchan nods, his body weak and trembling. He leans into your touch, still breathless and reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. "Yeah," he finally manages to say, his voice gravelly. "Amazing is definitely one word for it."

You chuckle, enjoying the aftermath of his pleasure. You can tell he's exhausted, his body spent and boneless. "You did so well," you praise, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.

[blingblong55]

Nothing- König

Based on a request:

Hey kasper!! >__< i hope this request finds you in good health, i'm that anon who asked earlier if your reqs are open and dont worry! Im willing to wait <33 just take your time and no rush.. Anyways- May I request a fluff fic on konig (or ghost) where they come home from a very long mission to see that their darling is baking something delicious? (Can be any pastry dish you want WAAHH) Maybe a pastry chef reader and shes on her day off and used the time to bake something! The house smelled definitely like heaven and I bet that Konig (or ghost 😭) was immediately the taste tester for the day!! TEEEHEEEE >3< jus some domestic fluff cause i've been reading way too much angst lately BAAAHHHHAHSHAHAH -🍰 anon :3 ---- F!Reader, fluff, domestic, established!relationship, baker!reader ----

A/N: If you came for the Ghost version of this, click here

It was a tough mission. His body was sore, and scars and bruises adorned him. "Home," he whispers once his body is near to giving up. Home is you, he thinks. His pretty darling is home and all he can do is drive faster. How much can a man last when he isn't in the arms of their lover?

Once he steps wearily through the threshold of his home, his boots fall heavy by the entrance. The weight of the mission on his shoulders but as soon as he caught the aroma wafting through the air, his fatigue seemed to dissipate. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he followed the scent. The mask he dreads to wear home is tossed to the side.

There you are, his pretty girl, standing amidst a flurry of flour a sugar. You didn't notice him as you stook your tongue out and tried to clean the corners of the spoon. Flour from the past minutes is still on your blouse and cheek.

He clears his throat, your eyes light up with delight when you notice him. As you rushed to his side, he felt himself grow those everloving butterflies. "Welcome home," you whisper, your voice soothes his weary soul.

König returns the embrace, savouring the familiar scent of your hair. "It's good to be home, Liebling," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Home.

What a funny word, no? At least to him, it is. If you would've told him years ago he'd be calling you his wife or that he'd even have a person to go to, he'd laugh at your nonsense. A man like him isn't worthy of a home–

"I missed you Bär," you say as you cup his face. It's beautiful really, how he lets you love him this much. It's poetic how good he feels when he sees you even more when you hold him like this. Are you truly an angel?

As you both pull away, he can't help but admire the sight before him. Flour dust on that pretty face of yours and your hair pulled back into that clipped messy bun, yet you are still the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The warmth of your smile is chased by shadows that linger in his mind, and he feels a surge of gratitude for your presence in his life.

I mean look at you, what good must he have done to have you here?

"What are you baking?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you gesture to the countertop. "I'm experimenting with a new recipe. Chocolate chip cookies."

König's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and he couldn't resist stealing a taste of the dough. You laugh at his eagerness, swatting his hand away. "Patience, Bär," you smile. "They'll be ready soon enough."

Maybe all is well and he doesn't have to run or hide. He can just be here, with you.

As you two wait for the cookies to bake, he finds himself drawn to your side, appreciating the simple pleasure of being in your company. You two exchange stories of your week. Laugh and playful pushes followed along.

What if this is what he is meant for? Maybe life isn't so bad for a man like him. Not with you, at least.

Finally, the timer dinged, signalling the cookies were done. As you pull the tray out of the oven, he finds himself dreaming of more. Maybe next time around, when all is peaceful, there will be a kid, maybe two eagerly waiting for a taste of a new family recipe.

"These are incredible," König declares as he takes another bite and savours the sweetness with his tongue.

You beam with pride, your cheeks flush with pleasure from this compliment. "I'm glad you think so. There's plenty more where that came from," your voice softer now.

As you two indulge in this impromptu midnight snack, König can't shake the feeling of contentment that settles over him. In this moment, surrounded by warmth and love, he knows that there is nowhere else in the world he rather be.

And as he and you lean on the counters, he realises that sometimes, the greatest adventures were found not in the battlefield, but in the quiet moments of domestic blissed with the one he holds dear.

F!Reader, fluff, domestic, established!relationship, baker!reader

It was a tough mission. His body was sore, and scars and bruises adorned him. "Home," he whispers once his body is near to giving up. Home is you, he thinks. His pretty darling is home and all he can do is drive faster. How much can a man last when he isn't in the arms of their lover?

Once he steps wearily through the threshold of his home, his boots fall heavy by the entrance. The weight of the mission on his shoulders but as soon as he caught the aroma wafting through the air, his fatigue seemed to dissipate. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he followed the scent. The mask he dreads to wear home is tossed to the side.

There you are, his pretty girl, standing amidst a flurry of flour a sugar. You didn't notice him as you stook your tongue out and tried to clean the corners of the spoon. Flour from the past minutes is still on your blouse and cheek.

He clears his throat, your eyes light up with delight when you notice him. As you rushed to his side, he felt himself grow those everloving butterflies. "Welcome home," you whisper, your voice soothes his weary soul.

König returns the embrace, savouring the familiar scent of your hair. "It's good to be home, Liebling," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Home.

What a funny word, no? At least to him, it is. If you would've told him years ago he'd be calling you his wife or that he'd even have a person to go to, he'd laugh at your nonsense. A man like him isn't worthy of a home–

"I missed you Bär," you say as you cup his face. It's beautiful really, how he lets you love him this much. It's poetic how good he feels when he sees you even more when you hold him like this. Are you truly an angel?

As you both pull away, he can't help but admire the sight before him. Flour dust on that pretty face of yours and your hair pulled back into that clipped messy bun, yet you are still the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The warmth of your smile is chased by shadows that linger in his mind, and he feels a surge of gratitude for your presence in his life.

I mean look at you, what good must he have done to have you here?

"What are you baking?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you gesture to the countertop. "I'm experimenting with a new recipe. Chocolate chip cookies."

König's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and he couldn't resist stealing a taste of the dough. You laugh at his eagerness, swatting his hand away. "Patience, Bär," you smile. "They'll be ready soon enough."

Maybe all is well and he doesn't have to run or hide. He can just be here, with you.

As you two wait for the cookies to bake, he finds himself drawn to your side, appreciating the simple pleasure of being in your company. You two exchange stories of your week. Laugh and playful pushes followed along.

What if this is what he is meant for? Maybe life isn't so bad for a man like him. Not with you, at least.

Finally, the timer dinged, signalling the cookies were done. As you pull the tray out of the oven, he finds himself dreaming of more. Maybe next time around, when all is peaceful, there will be a kid, maybe two eagerly waiting for a taste of a new family recipe.

"These are incredible," König declares as he takes another bite and savours the sweetness with his tongue.

You beam with pride, your cheeks flush with pleasure from this compliment. "I'm glad you think so. There's plenty more where that came from," your voice softer now.

As you two indulge in this impromptu midnight snack, König can't shake the feeling of contentment that settles over him. In this moment, surrounded by warmth and love, he knows that there is nowhere else in the world he rather be.

And as he and you lean on the counters, he realises that sometimes, the greatest adventures were found not in the battlefield, but in the quiet moments of domestic blissed with the one he holds dear.

A/N: I want to hold him.....

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[scriberye]

I had some thoughts about König and a reader who works in a bakery. 🍰

There is a tiny little bakery that König loves. He will murder for this bakery.

It’s a hidden gem with very little foot traffic, locals only know it by word of mouth. König loves it even more because there’s hardly ever anyone inside, and he can handle talking to you. He can.

König had to work up the courage to go in first. He’d stand at the window and stare. And stare. And stare some more.

He finally came inside after a week of that, only to immediately turn around and leave. It took him another week to finally order something.

His first words to you were, “Does it have raisins?”

König would point out things in the display case that he wanted, and you had to play charades to figure out what he was pointing at. You were about to lose your mind making him a coffee.

After a while you eventually learned his ‘usual’, and you would wordless hand him the goods in exchange for money. And he’d quietly sit, hunched over, in a corner and eat. If he didn’t see you at the counter he just wouldn’t come in that day.

That’s König’s corner and god help us all if it was occupied.

König became your regular. He scared your co-workers.

He become comfortable with you after a while and began to speak up more, and slowly grew more talkative. And oh boy, could he talk.

He had very strong opinions about bread.

One time he ordered a cake with the note, “Sorry I shot you.” You were very concerned.

König told you once he considered asking for an empty pie crust. Why, you asked. He wanted to fill it with whip cream and hit someone with it. He decided it would be an insult to the bakery if he weaponised the pastries.

You may or may not have sneaked him an unsold pie that was going to get thrown out and told him to follow his heart.

König took that as a sign.

He ordered an absurd amount of cookies with a list of demands.

Replace the sugar with salt, use chocolate laxatives, and put some extra spicy filling in some of them. There was a look in his eyes, and you were terrified and a little turned on.

He disappeared and reappeared a few weeks later with a broken nose and a limp.

Unbeknownst to you, he had the special goods delivered to Ghost and the rest of the 141 and they really appreciated it.

[croc-ask-blog]

uhhh is Cloudberry ok or is she dead?

*Cloudberry snoring in the background, dead asleep*

...

I think she is-

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Karasuno’s Manager

🧁🍩Miss Manager loves to Bake 🍪 🍰

Karasuno featuring Seijoh x female! manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: pure fluff

AN: This is probably the cutest anon request ever 🥹

Let me just say this

Kageyama might be “king of the court” but YN is “Queen of Karasuno” 👸

Honestly these boys absolutely worship you

Literally, they act as if they don’t have three managers

They literally will lay down in a puddle of mud while you step on them

Will do the above 👆 for any of their three managers

But you, you my love are super special to our boys

Why you ask?

Well it’s because you provide them with nutrients to survive 😌

That’s right, your love of baking and the fine art of culinary creations only helps you out with our beloved crows

You’ve learned to cater to all their needs

Filling recipes with top tier ingredients for success

Things like fruits, nuts, and even sneaking some veggies in there

Like zucchini bread or carrot cake

Listen, even if it’s in a desert, it still counts as a fruit or veggie

I don’t want to hear “tHe SuGaR cAnCeLs It OuT”

Because like these boys need the sugar to run and jump all over the place ok 🤚🏻

You bake almost daily as a form of stress release and therapy

Please you need it with the team you manage 🙄

And you always bring in the treats for the boys!

And they ALWAYS eat them up

“These are fantastic Yn what are they called?” Hinata asks

“They are Fudgy Pumpkin Brownie bites! It’s a new recipe!” You exclaim as Kageyama and Noya go in for thirds

“You fit a whole pumpkin in here Yn?!?” Hinata : D

You 👉🏻😐

“I think she means that there is pumpkin in the recipe not one per bite,” Ennoshita explains

I never claimed they were smart Yn

Anyways, you are always there to help our precious boys fill their bellies

You are in charge of snacks for games and practice, often finding joy in everything you do

So when the prelims for the road to spring nationals start, you are busy whipping up some goodies

You bake the entire weekend before, preparing for every possible scenario

Protein muffins for in between matches

Chocolate chip cookies for after they win matches

You even prepare some of your famous Strawberry shortcake cookies just incase the boys happen to lose

Not that we think they will, don’t get me wrong but it’s always nice to be prepared

Anyways, the prelims start and Karasuno dominates

Like, did we really thinking they wouldn’t 💅

Anyways, tensions run high as the boys go into their match with Seijoh

You remember the first time they fought against Seijoh and how the loss crushed them

But fueled up on your high-protein muffins, these boys are ready to kick butt!

And kick butt they do!

They beat Seijoh and prepare to meet Shiratorizawa in the finals

After the game, you notice how upset Seijoh is after their loss

You knew this was the third years last tournament and seeing them cry hurt

You thought about if it was your boys

And with that, there was only one thing left to do

So you pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a little note and stuck it in the box of cookies

As your team was preparing to leave, you grabbed your box of Strawberry Shortcake cookies and ran over to Seijoh

Karasuno rn 👉🏻👀

“Excuse me?” You said as the entire Seijoh team turned around and looked at you

“You guys played an excellent game and you deserve these,” you said handing Seijoh your expertly wrapped cookies

Oikawa accepted, saying nothing

Please you left him speechless

Too bad Kunimi’s too sad to even record this moment 😭

You smile and wave as you run back to your team

Meanwhile, back the gym the Seijoh boys are extremely sad

“Hey what did that manager from Karasuno give you Oikawa?” Kindaichi asked as Oikawa reached for the box

He reached for it, opening it as the note slipped out

Iwa picked the note up and began reading it

It read “Thank you for playing your hardest! You deserve these. Xoxo YN, Karasuno’s Manager”

“It’s cookies,” Oikawa said as he began to pass them around and Iwa showed Oiks the note

Oikawa rn 👉🏻😐🥺😭

Please the entire Seijoh team is eating your cookies and crying Yn 😩

The next few days go by

You are in the gym taking notes when a teacher comes to get you

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” Takeda asks

“Umm there is a team of boys at the front gate here to see Yn,” the teacher says

Karasuno 👉🏻 a team…. OF BOYS 😐😑

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻 FOR YN?!?? 😡🤬

“Oh my ok!” You say, getting up and walking towards the gates of Karasuno

Tanaka, Noya, Kags and Hinata are ready to go

It takes the entire rest of the team to hold them back 🙄

“WHAT IF THEY KIDNAP YN??” Noya shouts

“They literally showed up at the front of school in broad daylight, like that’s gonna happen,” Suga say, rolling his eyes

“Someone has never watched dateline before,” Tanaka adds

Of course, you ignore them and head for the gates

As you approach, you see the white track suits

You 👉🏻😐😳

“Umm hi,” you say as the boys of Seijoh all look at you

“Team!” Oikawa shouts and they all scream

“THANK YOU FOR THE COOKIES YN!” while bowing

You rn 👉🏻😐😳🥹

“You are so welcome! Thank you for coming!” You say smiling and going to hug them

You hug Iwa first and boy is he stiff 😅

It’s safe to say the entire Seijoh team is now in love with you Yn 🥰

Bonus

“Omg is Oikawa crying?” Kageyama says, shoving Hinata out of the way as they watch around the corner.

“Hey watch it butthole!” Hinata shouts as he pushed Kageyama out of the way.

“I’d cry too if YN hugged me,” Noya added as Tanaka nodded.

“You guys are about to have something to cry about if you don’t get your butts back to the gym RIGHT NOW!” Daichi shouted, looming over them as the boys all turned and ran back to the gym.

[moonswolfie]

The HQ!! boys with an S/O who has a sweet tooth

Part 1 (you're here) / Part 2

reader is gender neutral but is described as cute a lot

Decided to write something short and sweet haha

This is, you guessed it, a bit self indulgent, although not as much as usual

Characters featured: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Lev, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tendou, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Nishinoya

Kageyama Tobio

he's the type of person to not get the appeal of sweet things and rarely eats them

so he is a little confused on why you like them so much

but he sees the way you smile when you eat them and that makes him feel oddly happy himself

when you're eating sweets, he'll just stare at you with a slight blush and say nothing (the poor awkward boy is smitten for u and can't admit it🤭)

if you two ever argue, he will quietly offer you your favourite cake or other pastry as a peace offering the next day

Tsukishima Kei

you know damn well this tsundere would hide the fact he likes sweets too

if you offered him some, he would initially decline but then "give up and accept it" (even tho he lowkey wanted to try it from the very beginning 😏)

when you found out that his favourite food is strawberry shortcake he was embarrased of it but you just laughed at him in a lighthearted manner for being so worried about you finding out

In fact, you were happy that he shares your passion for sweets🍰❤

after that, the two of you would visit cafés together and eat your favourite pastries

Kuroo Tetsuro

he will occasionally tease you about all your teeth rotting away if you keep eating all those sweets

and yet he will always casually bring you something sweet from the vending machine and then watch you eat it with a smile on his face

but he does make you exercise with him sometimes (and drags kenma along too so you both can suffer together)

will invite you to your favourite place after finals to celebrate and eat cakes together

he just can't help but spoil you with sweets 🤭💗

Haiba Lev

he thinks you look really cute when enjoying sweets, so much so that he'll give you something sweet and then stare at you expectantly until you eat it (and he has the cutest smile on his face when you do)

sometimes he'll steal a bit of your candy saying he just couldn't resist

since he sucks at baking himself, he sometimes asks Alisa to help him bake cookies for you

those cookies are baked with the sweetest puppy love ever I tell you😤

Miya Atsumu

he would insult you for eating so many sweets (though a lot less harshly than he would insult Osamu for doing the same)

even tho he lowkey loves the way your eyes light up when you see your favourite pastry

he might or might not scream into his pillow when thinking about your happy face stuffed full of cake (one time Osamu caught him and he denies it to this day 😒)

is really picky about the sweets he'll surprise you with for valentines day, he wants the best only for u💛

Ushijima Wakatoshi

only ever eats dark chocolate (90% cacao at that)💀

tells you you'll get fat if you keep eating so much sweets and sometimes prevents you from eating them

even if he does it in a harsh way, he really cares about you and wants you to stay healthy so you can live long and share many memories with him

when you try to explain to him the appeal of sweets, he'll just say "But they are unhealthy." with the most straight unbothered face ever

(though he can't deny your little excited noises when eating sweets make him happy 😖💚)

Tendou Satori

shares your enthusiasm for sweets tenfold 🤎😉

you two are always hunting for new places to go try out sweets and then rating them together

spoils you with sweets and you spoil him back too (nothin like a little mutual spoiling, amirite?)

he makes you the best chocolates ever for valentines day and you always look forward to what kind of twist he's going to put on it every year

ICE CREAM DATES, ICE CREAM DATES 🗣🗣!!!

Iwaizumi Hajime

much like ushijima, he would worry for your health sometimes, although he would word things less harshly

and even so, he would sometimes buy you your favourite pastry just to see your face light up

what can I say, boy's gone soft for you and only you🥰

sometimes he lets you feed him cake and he looks embarrased but deep down he likes it a lot

also makes you exercise with him just to make sure you're staying healthy, he cares ❤

Sakusa Kiyoomi

does not like sweet things at all and doesn't get how you can like them so much

he doesn't talk to people who can't take care of themselves as he said himself so expect to exercise with him a lot (jeez, that's two in a row)

sometimes he can't help but indulge you and buy you something sweet and you always poke fun at his blush when he hands it to you (seriously, what happened to Mr "you have to exercise every day and refrain from eating sweet things because they are detrimental to your health 😐")

as long as you can prove you take good care of yourself, he will go to any place with you to watch you eat sweets

Nishinoya Yuu

when he finds out you like sweets, be prepared to recieve A LOT of them from then on

sometimes even you can't handle it and have to tell him to stop (to which he agrees.... and then comes back with something sweet like an hour later🤦‍♀️)

he just can't help it hehe you look too cute when eating sweets

buys you chocolate flavoured chapstick just so he can do the whole "does it actually taste like chocolate?" and when you offer it to him he kisses your lips instead thing 😙

[the-buttery-baker]

*Signs them*

*there, now you have them!*

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“Tell them how you screwed up." - Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Pairing : Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Prompt : “Tell them how you screwed up." 🍰

Warnings : I don't think there are any? :)

Summary : baking a cake with Jay for the units Christmas party doesn't go as planned 

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It was a very bad idea- agreeing to bake a cake with your boyfriend was a horrible idea. The number one reason being: none of you knew how to make a cake. So it was quite literally a recipe for a big disaster.

You were both currently standing in the kitchen you shared, looking over the recipe- it was a simple vanilla cake, with some Christmas decorations.

Earlier Jay had gone to the store to buy the ingredients needed, and when he came back he couldn't stop complaining about how he couldn't find any of the ingredients, so he had to ask for some help from one of the workers there. Even after you had offered to go with him. But Jay being Jay, he was very stubborn and he always wanted to do it on his own.

Looking over the recipe one more time you tried to focus on reading it, instead of glancing at Jay who was currently playing on the floor with Maxie- your golden retriever puppy. They both looked so adorable and hearing Jay do the baby voice while speaking to Maxie, you tried to stifle your laughter at how adorable he was being.

“I can hear you laughing, Y/n.” Jay said while grinning at you. 

“It's not my fault you're being so adorable.” You replied, while biting your lip to hide a smile. He just shook his head in response and went back to playing with Maxie.

 

After a while, Jay got up from the floor and started helping you out by mixing the ingredients together, while you looked over the recipe again and started looking at the ingredients needed for the frosting and decorations. “Okay what do we need next?” Jay asked, looking over at you. 

“We just need eggs and sugar and that's it.” You replied, glancing over at him. He was wearing a massive smile on his face and his cheeks were all rosy and his eyes were sparkling with joy.

 

After a while the batter was done and now the cake was in the oven. Slowly you both started to clean up. Until you saw how Jay’s eyes were sparkling with mischief- which meant trouble. 

“Okay so that's done. Can we bake some cookies after this cake is done?” Jay asked with a massive grin. “Of course we can, but let's just focus on-” 

Before you could finish, you felt Jay throw flour at you. Gasping in shock you look at him in fake annoyance. “You just started a war, Halstead.” You replied with a mischievous grin before also throwing some flour at him.

Soon that evolved into a big flour fight and by the end of it, the whole kitchen was covered in flour and so were you and Jay. But you didn't really care that much, since you were both laughing to the point of tears and having a lot of fun.

Your laughter was interrupted by the smoke alarm. Which meant the cake was now burnt, since you hadn't heard the timer going off. Jay quickly pulled out the burnt cake out of the oven, while you opened a few windows to let the smoke out.

“Well that didn't work out.” Jay said, looking over to you with a smile. “It's fine, we can always make another one-” You said with a small smile. “But now our biggest problem is finding something to bake fast since the Christmas party is in 2 hours.”

Jay just bursted into laughter again. “Well that was a fun experience. How about we make a deal?” He asked, looking over to you. “So what's the deal Halstead?” You grinned in response. 

“I clean up the kitchen, while you shower and then we can figure out something that we can make fast together-” Jay smiles at you. 

“Sounds fair to me.” You said shrugging with a grin before pressing a small kiss to his lips and heading to the bathroom to shower.

After your shower, you walked into the kitchen that Jay had managed to clean up. “Jay, where are you?” You called walking towards the living room. “Shower!” He yelled back from the second bathroom.

When Jay walked out of the bathroom, you both started to make some cookies quickly. But this time without any flour fights. While the cookies were baking, you both danced around to your shared playlist while laughing and joking around. Your stomach even started to hurt from all the laughter.

A while later, you and Jay were getting ready to leave for the District for the Christmas party. Soon after arriving, you said hi to everyone and placed the baked cookies on a table. After everyone sat down, the unit started exchanging funny stories with each other. 

“C'mon tell them what you did Y/n.” Jay said jokingly to you. You laughed and replied “Me? Tell them how you screwed up." You said jokingly, while referring to what happened earlier with the flour fight. 

Everyone burst into laughter after you explained what had happened earlier. Looking over to Jay you smiled and reached over to kiss his cheek softly. “I love you Y/n/n.” He said with a small grin and red cheeks. “I love you too Jay.” You smiled back, pressing another small kiss to his lips.

This Christmas party turned out better than you could've expected. Even if baking the cake never worked out.

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Whisked Away 3

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work

Character: chubby!baker!Thor

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

You set the icing bag down and step back. You press your hands against the front of your apron as Thor shifts closer to the counter. You watch him nervously as he turns the tray by the corner and considers your work. Each cookie is a variation of the cross-stitched them. The most detailed shows roses, while the others are intricately lined with grids with scalloped edges. 

He hums and sucks his teeth. You cringe and push your arms down straight, overly aware of yourself and your body. You should at least try to hide your desperation. His cheek dimples and he smiles as he faces you. 

“When can you start?” He asks. 

You nearly sway. You can’t believe it. You’re misunderstanding him. You shake your head, “pardon?” 

“You do good work, so... I’d like to hire you,” his tone is jovial. 

“Right, uh, when... when could I start?” You scrunch up your fists as you feel your insides buzzing. This can’t be real. It’s so sudden. Too good to be true. 

“If I’m being honest, right now,” he turns his large palms out, “however, there is the matter of paperwork and all that.” 

“Right,” you nod. 

“Tomorrow?” He suggests, “bring in a blank check and I can send the forms you need to fill out tonight. Is that too soon? Am I too desperate?” 

You almost laugh as he asks the questions in your own head. You let out a breath. It’s real! 

“Sure, that sounds good,” you agree.  

“Then I suppose that means you’re hired,” he announces and offers his hand, “welcome to the team.” 

You look at his thick fingers before you reach for them. You shake his hand, his covering yours entirely, and he clings for just a minute before he releases you. 

“I’ll pack these up to go,” he spins and marches across the kitchen. He takes out a square box and returns to the counter, “you can take them home to your sister.” 

“Uh, oh, thank you, you don’t have to do that.” 

“Please, a little celebration,” he says as he uses a rubber spatula to transfer the cookies, “I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear the good news.” 

“Ah, yeah,” you wring your hands then stop yourself. “Thanks.” 

“Of course,” he closes up the box and holds it out. “Tomorrow at six? You can open with me.” 

“Sure, I can make that work,” you smile, trying not to let your doubts break through. That might be a problem for Delaney. 

🍰

You put the box down on the table as Delaney sits in her recliner. She clacks the long needles together as she grumbles at her latest project. She gave a curt grunt at your entrance; she must be fighting another stitch. 

“Why don’t you grab your frame?” You suggest. 

“Bored of it,” she shrugs as you approach, “you bring me goodies?” 

She peeks over her shoulder towards the table. 

“Yep. Cookies,” you answer, “owner was really nice. Let me take them.” 

“Oh yeah? So...” she looks up at you, “how long til you know?” 

“I already do,” you can’t help a large grin, “I got it.” 

“You got it!” She shoves aside her knitting, “that’s...” she grunts as she pushes herself to the edge of the chair. She waves you away as you try to help, “amazing.” 

She stands and turns to you, pulling you into a crooked hug. You embrace her, your heart beating with joy. You haven’t been this happy in forever. You haven’t seen her this excited in just as long. 

She lets you go and to your surprises, stays standing. She groans as she stretches her arms and shifts around. She rolls her walker away from the side of the chair and leans on it. She’s not moving too bad. She wheels around you to the table and you follow. 

“There is one thing. I have to be there at six,” you explain, “so I might have to get you up early--” 

“Uh uh, I’m not getting up before sunrise,” she scoffs as she flips open the lid of the box, “I can get myself up.” 

“Right, I know, Deli, but if you need anything, you can call--” 

“Hey,” she takes a cookie out and considers it, “you need this job.” Her mouth slants as she looks at you, “we both need you to have this job. I’m not stupid,” she glances back at the cookie, “this is really cute. You did this?” 

“Uh, yeah, part of the interview,” you say, “it was... different. Nice place though. Family business, I think? His daughter works there.” 

“Ah, some old dude, huh?” Delaney angles herself to sit on the dining chair with her special cushion. “Fun.” 

“I guess he’s older. Big.” 

“Fat?” She chuckles. 

“Don’t be mean,” you shake your head, “tall... and a bit... pudgy, I guess.” 

“Huh, well, that’s not too bad. Better than some slave driver. Can’t be too bad if he gives you free cookies.” She takes a bite and her eyes nearly roll back as she hums, “oh my god!” She says through a mouthful and swallows, “these are so good. Have you tried one yet?” 

“No, I... my stomachs all knotted up.” 

“You got it, relax. Have a cookie before I eat them all,” she shoves the box towards you. 

“Alright,” you take one and nibble along the edge. You take a large bite as the sweetness crumbles onto your tongue. You cover your mouth as you nearly moan. She wasn’t being dramatic. “Oh god.” 

“Right?” She breaks off another piece, “this is like sex in my mouth.” 

“Ew,” you scrunch your nose up at her. 

“What? I ain’t no prude,” she scoffs, “actually, I've been talking to this guy online.” 

“Del,” you warn her. 

“I’m an adult,” she snaps. 

“I know,” you say, “I’m not saying anything except be careful. I remember Colin.” 

“Mm,” she frowns, “so do I. Jackass.” She reaches for another cookie, “you better bring home more of these.” 

“Uh huh,” you swipe the box towards you and close it up, “and you better slow down. You haven’t even had dinner.” 

“You are such an old lady,” she whines. 

“One of us has to be the mature one,” you sniff. 

“That’s fine. I like being the fun one,” she chortles and takes a massive bite, “mph, I could live off of these.”