#big apple donuts

[todayisafridaynight]

whenever you srb your masadai content i always start to tear up bc its just soooooooo good and i need more

bro imagine how my brain must feel with havin thoughts about these knuckleheads every other hour and not being able to share them all

[kl-foodie]

Big Apple Donuts & Coffee Celebrates Local Flavours with NEW Malaysian Delights Series

This just in! Adding to their already enticing array of flavours, Big Apple Donuts & Coffee is adding two new flavours inspired by Malaysian delights to their lineup! Feast your eyes on the all NEW Pandan Gula Apong and Ais Kacang donuts! Big Apple’s NEW Malaysian Delights Donuts Gula Apong cream-filled fluffy donuts dressed in a glossy green glaze with a sprinkling of desiccated coconut and…

[oreo-creampie]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ⊹ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡

they were roommates poly series

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! established relationship, period sex, receiving oral (Toji is nasty what can I say), fingering, making out, some fondling, praise, voyeurism, some masturbation, they’re soft for you it’s your time of the month you deserve it 💅, double pentration, some making out (not with toji), sucking on suguru’s fingers, creampie, calling Toji and Suguru daddy, ‘it’s too big’ (Toji has a thick cock), light size kink, praise, Toji records your pussy for a little bit, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! boys taking care during time of the month for they were roommates series

Oreo: his hand in this picture is making me feral

Toji parts your wet pussy lips admiring your small hole. “Such a pretty pussy.” His scar deepens with a cocky, lazy smirk, your cunt’s blood coating his lips, dripping down his chin.

Toji dips his head messily sucking and stroking your sensitive clit. Nudging two curled fingers in fingers, your messy cunt squelches, stretching for his fingers easily.

Pumping his fingers, rubbing your sweet spot easing the cramps. Your thighs tremble, breath hitches and your grabbing a handful his hair, roughly tugging.

Writhing, twisting your hips away Toji is persistent, following you with his tongue and fingers. Grabbing your hip pulling you back into place.

You hear the front door unlock, the footsteps of your roommates and the crinkle of their bags. Satoru stop in the entranceway, the blood rushing to his cock.

Suguru slips his shoes off with an annncoument of, “We got you plenty of chocolate, donuts, cupcakes, muffins, ice cream.” Rolling his eyes when Satoru sets the bags down, fixating on Toji and You.

Satoru presentes a sleepy teddy bear, it’s fuzzy paws outstretched. “Annnnnd a cute teddy bear, it warms up in the microwave for your cramps.” Your breathy moans, beautiful face, and messy cunt has the blood rushing to his cock.

Suguru nudges his elbow into Satoru’s arm. “Help me put the snacks up first. No sticking your dick in her mouth either! She’s relaxing.”

Toji glides his fingers out, sucking them clean, wiping his face clean with his crumpled black shirt. His towering over you, broad shoulders, muscular arms, fat pecs and sculpted abs.

Smearing his spit and pre-cum on his cock head, sliding his fingers down his veiny cock head. Crooning, “Princess,” slowly looking you up and down, stroking his cock faster.

Rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, “Imma take care of her, help her feel good so you can rest.” The softness in his deep voice as your cheeks burning.

Biting your lips, and slowly dragging your gaze up his chest. The various pale or light pink scars make him look hotter. Catching his passionate stormy gray gaze.

Teasing you, “Havin’ fun admirin’ me doll?” Toji pushes your thigh by your side, swiping his warm, fat head between your lips.

His abs clench as he sensually rolls his hips, gently sliding his thick cock in with a deep, sinful groan. His jaw drops slightly, “Nnnn ahh fuck, s’ warm nnnn tight!” Tilting his head back, his jawline and adam’s apple looks so slutty.

Splaying your fingers on Toji’s flexing abs. “Nnn daddy ‘s tooo biiigggnnnnnhhh!” Clenching Toji tighter, getting off how his soft skin feels in contrast to how pussy grippingly hard he is.

Each slow, deep stroke makes your cunt loudly squelch. “Yet she’s takin’ me perfectly.” Grabbing his phone, recording his fat head slowly stretching your tight hole out. Until your messy cunt is stretching wide with the rest of him sinking in.

Showing you the clip, “Look at her mmmm love seein’ her messy nnnn’ bloody, stretchin’ for my cock.” Toji’s thick cock thinly coated in blood is widely spreading your messy cunt. Sinking in balls deep till you see only a faint sliver of his cock.

You can feel the slope of his cockhead perfectly rubbing your g-spot, before pushing deeper. Then there is the pulsing of his veins and how incredibly hard he is.

Satoru and Suguru take up either side of the sofa. Something about being watching, knowing they’re next makes it so much hotter.

Toji groans, “Grippinnnn’ hhh me like thatnnn,” his large muscular body shutters, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw drops with an erotic groan, “fuck me, she’s so much warmer, sloppier! Nnn! Love it when she’s so messy!”

Fixing his attention on your sloppy cunt. Admiring your wet lips wrapping around his cock, the way your messy pussy is spread wide open for him. “Wannnna cum in ya! These two can fuck it in deeper.”

Satoru croons, “How ya feeling beautiful?” Gently circling your soft nipple with his thumb. “Is he doing a good job taking care of our pretty lil pussy n’ princess?” Glancing from Toji to Satoru, your cunt clenching, fuck Satoru is so handsome.

His fluffy white hair streaks across his sparkling blue eyes. Glossy light pink lips stretch from a kind grin to a playful smirk when you don’t answer. “Aww are you too cock drunk to speak already?!”

You can’t answer, too close to cumming, each swipe of Toji’s thumb and stroke of his cock is wrecking you. You’re a moaning messed on a towel, curled-up against the sofa, legs spread wide open. Pussy too full to think straight.

Gushing and clenching Toji’s fat cock, his veins gently pulsing as he spills warm thick cum inside of you. “Shit ya felt too good to pull out. She was begging for me to cum in her.” The throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his thick cum deep feels too good to pass up.

Sliding your hand up his chest, squeezing Toji’s large pec. “’s warm! Nnn your thumb!” Your pussy flutters from how Toji’s rubs your sensitive clit faster. Slowly dragging his softening cock ou, dipping his head down, dragging his tongue between your lips.

He stops when his nose nudges your clit as he glides his tongue in with a groan. “Needed one more taste of your pretty cunt before I head for a shower.” Kissing your lips and kiss before standing up and leaving.

“Brush your teeth too!” Satoru calls after Toji.

He yells from the stairs, “Yeah, yeah yeah!”

Suguru picks you up cradling you to his chest, Satoru quickly switches the towels for two nearby fresh ones where Suguru gently lies you down.

Spreading your legs for Suguru. Settled between your legs Suguru slicks his long dark hair back. His muscular arms flex as he puts his hair in a bun. The shorter locks of his bangs quickly escape.

Wrapping your leg around his waist. “Can you take both of us? I’ll go first, get you loose and relaxed before he slips in.” Lining himself up, swiping his thick cock between your lips. Suguru is a little thinner than Toji but longer.

“Mmmhmm I wanna feel your cocks rubbing together inside me.” Eager to be sandwich in between Suguru and Satoru’s well sculpted chests. Wanting to feel their large hands holding, folding and caressing your body.

Satoru holds up a rectangle pillow, “Lift her up, l’ll replace it.” Suguru softly folds your leg by your side, carefully lifting your hips up for Satoru to slide it underneath.

Lifting your head carefully, Satoru puts a softer pillow beneath your head. Kissing your forehead, “How’s that?” Suguru swipes his cock head between your soft wet lip, sliding your leg over his shoulder.

Sliding your fingers along Satoru’s soft undercut. “‘S comfortable, thank you for being sweet all day.” Glancing from Satoru to Suguru. His slanted passionate dark chocolate eyes are too warm, too gentle, loving and captiving.

Suguru lifts your hand to his lips, kissing the interlocking three-band wedding ring. “It’s what our princess deserves.” Leaning over you, Suguru pushes Toji’s thick cum in with a gentle, passionate deep roll of his hips.

Quivering as Suguru spreads your sloppy wet, bloody pussy out. His soft skin contrasting how rock hard his cock is. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, his weight, soothingly presses you into the sofa keeps you from wiggling from.

You adore Suguru’s deep breathy groans, “You’re so beautiful princess, ya nnnnn feel so warmmm n’ soft, ‘s fuckin’ wet!” Your eyes roll back, jaw dropping with a needy moan.

The passionate sensual rocking of Suguru’s hips driving you wild. From the soft texture of his skin to how toe curling hard he is. He spreading you wide, going so deep in your squelching wet, messy pussy.

He stuffs his thick fingers past your lips for you to suck on. Swirling your tongue around both. Grabbing his large wrist, slipping your fingers into his soft hair, knocking his bun loose.

You can hear the slick sound of Satoru stroking his cock. “She looks so damn sexy underneath you takin’ your fat cock. Fuck me beautiful I can’t wait to feel your hot, tight pussy squeezing mw against Suguru’s cock.”

You pleadingly looking up at Suguru, picking his pace up. Suguru hard cock stroking your sensitive pussy, one his his puffy veins rubs your sweet spot.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth and gently kissing you. You wrap your arm around Suguru digging your nails into his back, gently tugging his long, soft dark hair.

Parting your lips for Suguru’s soft tongue, moaning into his mouth. The kiss is so tender, slow, and passionate. His deep groans, and warm, muscular body pressing against your is divine.

Breaking away, “Are you ready for Satoru or do you need a little longer?” Kissing your for head, you love how much smaller you feel underneath Suguru’s enormous, muscular body.

Suguru leans back enough to admire your beautiful face. Begging, “Mmmhmmmready wanna feel you both!” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulder, down his well defined thick pecs. He’s so stunning, with a loving smile, gentle warm brown eyes and a well sculpted body making your cunt throb, clench and drool.

You hear the shuffle of moving furniture as Suguru carefully lifting you off the sofa. Satoru is pushing the carpet and coffee table aside. Spreading both the towel out on the floor, where Suguru holds you over.

Satoru presses his warm hard chest against your back. Leaning your head back to look up at his beautiful face. Admiring the shape of his jawline as he lines himself up. Splaying your fingers on Suguru’s chest, slowly slipping your fingers over Satoru’s undercut.

He gently glides his cock in, spreading your sloppy wet pussy wider. Stretching your taunt and tight, clenching both of their cocks, you can acutely feel Satoru’s head is above Suguru’s. Causing Suguru to rub against his cock head when he slowly rolls his hips.

Satoru and Suguru hold you in a mating press between them. Their large hands gripping your soft, squishy thighs. You jaw drops, thighs quiver, hips arch.

Matching each other’s pace perfectly, Satoru whines, “Nnn fuuuuuuck me! Nnnn that it princess squeeze our cocks together, ‘s wet n’ perfect.” He kisses the top of your head, dragging his hand slowly up your side. Softly rubbing your sensitive nipple.

Dipping his head giving you a passionate, deep kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He’s needy, fervent like he won’t get another chance to kiss you. And this is his only chance to memorize your lips softly mold to his.

Suguru dips his head softly sucking on your neck, sliding his large hand down your thigh, squeezing the soft fat of your hips. Their cocks spreading your sensitive, messy cunt taunt as Satoru and Suguru fuck you.

You’re a thoughtless, cum and cock stuffed pamper princess between them. Getting off on their soft loving caresses and gentle roll of their hips. The intense, overstimulation pleasure soothing your cramps, leaving your a mess of bliss.

So eager to cum, moaning into Satoru’s mouth. Slipping your fingers from his soft undercut into his fluffy hair. When he breaks away to let you breath, you breathily plead, “Wanna cum! Daddy please! Don’t stop, I'm gonnnnnnnaaaannnn.” Satoru muffles your moans with his lips.

Suguru insists, “That’s it gorgeous, nnnn cum.” Your messy cunt gushes, spasms and clenches Suguru and Satoru’s cock. Both of them are too much for your sensitive cunt to stand a chance.

Whimpering, trembling, your eyes water as they don’t stop. Your warm thick cum soaking their cocks, balls and the towel below. Satoru softly strokes your nipple, crooning, “I’m so proud of you gorgeous for cumming so hard on our cocks.”

Oreo m.list

[bunnys-kisses]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

ORDER UP!

[stuckyslut8]

Gimme a big boy

Pairing : chubby bucky x baker reader

Summary : you love baking, you love bucky, bucky loves you and bucky loves your baking.

Warning :18 + under the cut . fluff, smut, riding while eating (quite dangerous) ,sex isn't cardio...or is it?,creampie,chubby bucky, needy bucky , bucky has a dirty mouth, bucky can't resisit you. Typos.

You loved baking, loved experimenting with all the new recipes you'd come up with and occasionally try some vintage ones too in your own little bakery you owned in brooklyn.

So it was no surprise when james Buchanan barnes was roaminf around brooklyn one day, reminiscing his childhood and looking at how much things had changed around here over the years, he stumbled upon your bakery, the smell of freshly baked croissants could take him anywhere. And one look at you ,he knew he was in trouble.

It took him a little push from Steve to ask you out and you immediately said yes. And the rest is history.

You were currently riding bucky on the couch of your apartment, while he was sampling your newly made batch of creme brulee donuts. You were gripping onto his love handles ,bouncing on his cock in a slow phase allowing him to have the pleasure of your pussy and the taste of the donuts at the same time, "fuck pretty girl , go faster i can take it, i wanna cum in you before i finish the last of this batch,they're so good."

And you did as he said, quickening your phase making, moaning as you did so, "you feel so good bucky, soo big."

"Just like that doll keep going, i want that pretty little pussy - ah fuck I'm gonna come." And he filled you with his hot ropes of cum.

"You're gonna choke when we do this one day." You said out of breath, bucky still in you, not wanting to let go of his warmth.

"and it'll still be worth it pretty girl. " he said giving you his dreamy grin. "I think that's the best way to die , still buried in your pussy."

You hit him playfully on his shoulders at his answer, "shut up, now lemme go check on the cookies." You tried to move and get his cock out of you, but in vain as bucky pulled you towards him, making his cock move deeper in you, bucky was clearly enjoying your whimpers.

"No way, i just ate all of those cream donuts, now i gotta do my cardio." He shifted you on the couch so he was on top of you.

"Buckyy Sex isn't cardio and i need to check on the cooki- ahh " you could barley finish your sentence as he stared pounding into you, making you cry in pleasure.

"You don't get it i need this pretty girl, I've gained so much pounds because of ya it's only fair you help he lose them, isn't it?" He asked with a smirk on his face, as he watched you writhe in pleasure, barely able to nod at his words.

While it was true that bucky had gained some pounds because of your amazing baking skills, but poor bucky could never resist you or the sweet little treats you made especially for him. He had never had someone care for him so much in all these years, so when he'd wake up to the smell of freshly baked muffins that you put in extra chocolate chips in just for him ,he couldn't say no. When you'd bring your delicious brownies to him and the team in the middle of the day, just because you missed him, he couldn't say no. when you'd made him his mom's famous apple pie, he swore he could've married you right then. And of course he couldn't say no to you. And he knew you thoroughly enjoyed feeding your man.

And just as he was done with you , you heard the timer you set for the cookies. So you rushed to look at them. They were a little overcooked but would be perfect for the night out you'd planned with the girls.

"You know sweets i think you need to stop baking all this stuff." Looking at his little pudge annoyingly.

"I'm a baker bucky that's what i do and that's how i made you mine in the first place." You reminded your sweet boyfriend.

"But look at what you're doing to me sweets, " he whined poking at his belly, "I've gained over 14 pounds since i first saw ya"

"And you look fucking sexy ,so stop complaining. " you said working on clearing up the table.

"I'm not complaining." He said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around tour waist." I'm so lucky to have a girl that bakes me the sweetest stuff but i gotta get back in shape ya know." He said playing with your nipples through the thin camisole you were wearing.

"Well why don't you do that next month, cuz you're birthday is coming up and I plan on making you the best cake ever and all your favorite pies."

Bucky pretended to think for a moment, "well if you insist sweets, that's alright with me." Bucky's fingers started moving towards your panties again, you tried to swat it away. "You know i need to taste my sweet pussy now, don't deny me."

"No way barnes, my day is so full today, i don't have time for this, i gotta go."

"You're gonna regret denying me doll. " bucky said as you left the room with a smirk on your face, you obviously know that you're gonna regret it but in the best way possible.

You thought about the last time you left bucky hanging, he tied you up and ate you out until you'd passed out as punishment. You wondered what he was gonna do this time.

A/N : i know this is a bit all over the place i almost choked cuz i was drinking something while writing this. Couldn't bother with correcting it.

[growmydarling]

you knew already that you'd been getting rounder in the middle. but life gets so busy and you had been getting into a comfortable rhythm of life, not noticing how things about your body were changing. at the back of your mind you idly noticed you had to tug your shirts down a little more often. a little more grunting or sighing when you got up out of a chair, or walked to the car. but, it didn't really reach the front of your thoughts. not until your coworker started making comments.

"i'm stopping at the break room for more coffee. you want another donut, big guy?" you blinked dumbly at them, half smirk on their narrow face. you nodded after a pause. a few minutes later they drop off the biggest apple fritter in the box, and a paper cup with coffee. you discover after a sip that the coffee is laden with half-and-half and sweet as a frappuccino.

later that week, you drop a pen while chatting in a small group at work. you kneel to grab it, huffing a bit as you lower yourself down. they snort and say, "don't split your pants! when's the last time you've seen your feet?" your cheeks are bright red by the time you raise your face to meet their gaze. an electric light sparks behind their eyes, and your pupils dilate.

now you can't deny what's happening. in the mirror at home you wobble your soft pecs, turning into little tits that sag gently. you tilt your thickening neck to peek at your ass, disbelieving that all that creamy flesh is actually attached to you. your coworker certainly didn't miss it! you had been wondering why they kept insisting on walking a few steps behind you on your way to meetings and back to the building from your (increasingly indulgent) lunches together.

you realize they may be contributing to your sudden weight gain. do you confront them about it, or do you subtly let them know that you see what's happening? do you continue to play dumb, seeing how hard you can push yourself in front of them, ordering extra milkshakes or bringing up every time you feel a hunger pang in front of them?

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Surprise Masterlist

Find all chapters of The Surprise here. Updated as new chapters are released.

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: some chapters are 18+ MINORS DNI (they are marked as such), pregnancy times throughout, other warnings marked chapter by chapter Current total word count: 47k

The Surprise (Part 1)

The Lentil & The Blueberry (Part 2) (18+)

The Kidney Bean & The Grape (Part 3)

The Kumquat (Part 4)

The Fig & The Lime (Part 5)

The Peapod (Part 6)

The Lemon & The Apple (Part 7) (18+)

The Avocado & The Turnip (Part 8)

The Bell Pepper & The Big Tomato (Part 9)

The Banana (Part 10)

The Carrot (Part 11) (18+)

The Spaghetti Squash (Part 12)

The Mango (Part 13)

The Corn Cob (Part 14)

The Rutabaga (Part 15) (18+)

The Scallion (Part 16)

The Cauliflower (Part 17)

The Eggplant (Part 18)

The Butternut Squash (Part 19)

The Cabbage (Part 20) (18+)

The Coconut (Part 21)

The Jicama (Part 22)

The Pineapple (Part 23)

The Cantaloupe (Part 24)

The End (Part 25)

Extras (in Chronological Order)

Donuts

Going Home

Fan Art from Cool People!

Emily & Reader (@scorpsik)

[thewriterg]

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡

pairing(s):spencer reid x gn!reader, mention of spencer x derek

summary:your meanings of a sweet tooth increased to a ten fold when the leaves start to change and the air becomes crisp. however, you have a level of self respect that your boyfriend doesn’t

word count: 650+

warning(s): fluff, pumpkin spice slander, pet names, kissing, and language

A/N: —GIFs; @undertheniall & @chemicalh3arts— im a little rusty give me a break

Spencer eyed you warily at your foreign action. Right before he could press the skin of his lips onto yours, your head turned with a quickness. A passion. The brunette racked his mind of what he could’ve done going down the mental checklist in his head.

Took the trash out, watered the plants, closed the drawer in the kitchen you frequently bump your hip into early mornings going to brew your coffee when he leaves it open, —boxes of tea sitting against each other in tip top shape and organization—

There were established boundaries in your relationship that the two of you silently promised to never cross. However, the doctor couldn’t help but to itch to break your most solid concrete one.

You weren’t allowed to profile one another.

No matter how dire the situation seemed, or how well intended it seemed. No. Profiling

All of this amused you to no end. While you struggled to keep a decent poker face at your boyfriend’s kicked puppy expression, he battled internal conflict on what could’ve changed in two hours. You were fine getting ready this morning, you were fine at the office, you were fine leaving the office, hell you were fine even with him telling you him and Morgan was going to try a coffee shop down the road.

What changed in a mere hour!?

“You’re a liar!” You accuse strongly, it’s funny how your top doctor lover couldn’t pick out the dramatic undertone in your voice. It was only a matter of time before you were going to crack your ‘hurt’ facade.

“What!? Ab-”

“Out of all the seasonal treats… Apple pie, sweet potato pie, cookie butter, pecan everything, apple cider donuts, fritters, cinnamon swirl bread, the list could run forever!” You throw the back of your hand over your forehead in mock distress. It’s comical the way Spencer deflates at the realization.

“You dare try to lay your lips on mine with that horrid, wretched, foul tas-” Before you can finish your sentence the lanky brunette is already plopping down onto the couch surface with a irritable sound of protest muffled by the fabric of your sweater.You smile down at the head full of curls staring back you, running your fingers through them making more by separating the bunches they make.

“Can’t believe I fell for that” He mumbled almost sadly for himself going crazy that he was so weak to your advances… I mean you worked with these types of people everyday! To think you were actually upset with him for a… rational reason. Instead you were ‘hurt’ simply because of his choice of pumpkin spice black coffee Morgan had convinced him to try.

“I can’t believe out of everything you chose pumpkin.” You teased in a matter of factly way while still massaging the back of his scalp. You could feel the curl of the brunette’s lips past the thin sweater you were wearing. When Spencer finally moved his head from being burrowed in your stomach the big guns were out and blazing. A certain pout with his combination of sad eyes made you fold everytime and the brunette knew it too.

“Spencer.” It was your turn to whine now dragging out the final ‘R’ in his name and he hummed satisfied. Pursing his lips and inching towards you. However, he was still to be met with a completely different texture than the softness of your lips by rather the palm of your hand.

“You seriously have to brush your teeth”

“Well studies recorded that if you face your discomforts head on then you’re 20% more likely to be less uncomfortable about it.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he inches closer, making you squeal. You quickly turn yourself loose from his hold before it can tighten around your arms and you two spend the evening playing catch the cat with smiles on your faces.

©2024 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[assiraphales]

I do not feel patriotic today. when was the last time I was? on a humid july night waving sparklers underneath the boom of fireworks, back when I didn't know the true meaning of the red white and blue that I wore? before I learned about imperialism and genocide and oppressive systems? back before school shootings and roe vs wade was overturned before fox news before neo nzis were more protected than civil rights protestors. back when naivety softened the impact of life, back when my memories were hazy, back when.... but as i listen to a radio station 1000 miles away and the hum of morning traffic, maybe that is not fair to my home. america is indigenous populations honoring traditions that are thousands of years old. america is scenic highways and glacier mountains and cacti that take 7 decades to grow a single arm. she is the immigrants who came to ellis island with a dream with resolve with their culture to share & evolve. she is the desert plains and ranch hands, the new england hills and lobstermen, the misty pacific mornings and lumberjacks. the pink glow of the neon open sign in a laundry mat, the roadside attractions and diners, the baseball games and hot dogs. the new orleans jazz musicians busking on the corner, the hollywood sign, the fierce defensiveness of "my state has the best tacos". apple cider donuts and jambalaya and casseroles. john henry and johnny appleseed and bigfoot and mothman. potlucks and hospitality and laughing big and loud on a porch. america is hundred of millions of people trying, living, creating, hoping, and dreaming in practically dystopian conditions. and I love u

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Lumberjack

König invites you to visit his hometown with him. There is a festival held there every year in celebration of the harvest. You go along thinking it will be like the fairs you went to growing up. Instead, it is a lumberjack festival with all things axes, chainsaws, and big burly men. König forgoes his mask for once in public. He fits in so well with the competitors that nobody stares at him, even with the scarring on his exposed skin.

There are plenty of familiar things here for you to enjoy, like candy floss, donuts, and caramel apples. You have a bit of a sweet tooth, after all. There are also unique things like dumplings in every flavor and spätzle and a dish you can't pronounce, but it seems like a cross between pancakes and a Dutch baby all chopped up. König has to fight to get a bite of that one from your plate.

He picks a front row seat to watch a showcase. You feel for the people behind him as he will absolutely be blocking their view. Right before the show is supposed to start, he excuses himself, leaving you baffled as he hurries away. When the emcee calls out König's public persona name, your jaw drops. He walks out from behind the backdrop shirtless with a large splitting maul in his hands, rolling and tossing it theatrically. Your eyes drag over his torso, taking in the purple and white scars and the way his abs flex as he stretches. You realize his finger is gesturing you to look up. Meeting his eyes, he has the most confident smirk on his face, making you blush.

He begins moving. He tosses the maul around like it is a toy, swinging it to split rounds of firewood in precise strikes. The spins he uses to build momentum make him look like he is dancing. His speed builds. Striking each one faster, he begins adding tricks, knocking one down with the back of the maul only to hit it in the air and split it perfectly against the ground and splitting large stacks all at once. Watching him in action is breathtaking. For most, it looks like this is the culmination of his hard work, but you know that this is simply practice for his real work.

His real work. The work where he uses a sledgehammer against human flesh on the battlefield. You can honestly say you've never been more turned on watching a man work and when he finishes, you beg him to find a quiet corner so you can show him your appreciation with your own private show. You tease him, saying that he will enjoy the clapping much more this time around.

[kl-foodie]

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[officesiren101]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇: spencer reid x bimbo!blk! femreader

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: once a month, spencer goes down to this bakery to get his normal coffee and a small donut but he unknowingly sees his future coworker stuffing her face with sweets from the bakery.

warnings: food mentioned, reader is based on elle woods sorta, the fic is in 3rd person , and i can’t think of anything else

(first time doing this so enjoy!!)

Spencer goes to this bakery called maples bakery once a month when he wants to spoil himself. But the bakery is far away the bau, so he wakes up early once a month just to get his simple order.

Spencer opens his car door as he gets out of it and brushes his clothes off just to make sure he looks presentable. after that, he walks to the bakery and looks up and sees the sign “Maple’s bakery” that’s run by a sweet old lady.

Spencer opens the door and the smell of coffee and sweet treats hit his nose. he makes his way to the front as then he looks up at the menu wondering if he’s going get something new.. but he just chooses what he always gets.

“Can i get a small coffee with 3 sugar packs on the side and a apple fritter, please and thank you.” Spencer says as he gives the cashier a small smile as he then pays the amount needed. He then sits down on a bench and opens a book he’s been reading.

Spencer sat there reading until he hears heels clack around the tile floor’s as she walks with some type of excitement. As she walks past him he gets a whiff of her sugary perfume that causes him to look up for a moment. He sees her wearing pink high heels with a pink pencil skirt and a matching blazer with her kinky curls down with a small bow clip in it.

“Hii!! can i get like a espresso and 3 pack of the donuts, thank youu loveee!!” She says bubbly as she looks at the cashier as she gives the cashier a smile with her pearly whites.

She catches him looking at her as she the waves happily at him with a big cheesy grin on her face.

Spencer awkwardly chuckles a bit and gives her a small wave before going back to his book.

She goes to sit down at a table as she then opens her compact mirror and fixes her lip combo while waiting. afterwards she brushes her skirt down as she waits patiently.

Spencer’s order gets called as he puts his book back into his bag and gets his order and sits down at a table across from hers. he begans to fix his coffee to his liking.

Her order gets called as she quickly gets up and walks to the front grabbing her stuff and sitting back down not even waiting for a second to dig in. She begins to drink her expressso even though it’s hot causing her to gasp softly and say

“Ah! it burned me.” but she still drinks it happily she dips her donut in the coffee and begins to eat them.

Spencer looked up from the book he was reading from her gasp as his eyebrow raised softly as he sees her stuffing her face.

“You’Know you can get a sugar rush?” Spencer asks to her as he looks at her with small smile.

“Oh..I haven’t actually thought of that..but i need the energy it’s my first day at this new job.” She says with a slight frown as she looks at him.

“Oh? a new job well i don’t think your boss would like you to be all jittery on the first day, would they?” Spencer asks her as he chuckles a bit

“Yeah..you might be right..” She says as she then gets up and sits at the chair next to him at his table. “I’m Y/n! how about you mr.know it all” She says with a big smile on her face as she gives him his hand to shake.

“Im Spencer..that’s a new name for sure.” He says laughs as he shakes her hands as her hands are so soft like if he touched a pillow.

“Nice to meet you Spencer! you know we should hang out more.. you seem like a good influence.” She says as she has her face in her palms as she looks up at him with admiration.

“Hang out more? yeah that’ll be nice, i’ll have to find some time with my job and all.” Spencer says as he has a rosy tint on his cheeks as he smiles.

“What’s your job?” She asks as he then says “I’m with the fbi more correctly the bau unit.”

“The bau??!!! i just got hired there!! omg! omg! omg!” she says as she stands up quickly and grabs his hands which puts him shock for a bit before just letting her do whatever.

“We are going to be best agents out there!” She says with excitement in her voice.

[jobean12-blog]

Feelin' Gourd

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,454

Summary: You really want to go on a trip to the farm but not with the girls this year. This year you want your husband to take you and even though he's the boss and busy a lot he always makes time for you, even if it means stepping out of his usual role and being soft and sweet...because for you, he'll do anything.

Author's Note: So I've decided that mob!Bucky is one of my kinks, especially when he's a big softie for his woman. And honestly, he's perfect! So here's my first kinktober '23 story featuring mob!Bucky and his softie side. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️ and Happy October! Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: It's fun and fluffy and sweet and soft!

Steve escorts the men out of Bucky’s office and down the hall. He smiles warmly at you before his face hardens into it’s usual work mask again as he practically pushes the men out the door.

With a soft goodnight to you he shuts and locks the door of your house.

Without waiting another second you skip to Bucky’s office, stopping in the doorway when you see him focused on his phone.

“There you are doll face,” he croons.

He looks up as he sets his phone down on his desk.

“Work done?” you ask sweetly.

“All done,” he says as he holds out his arms for you.

You rush into the room and around his desk, falling against his chest and nuzzling his neck as he drags you onto his lap.

“Mm,” he hums appreciatively as you wrap yourself around him.

He kisses your temple, taking your face in his hands before pulling your mouth to his. The kiss starts out sweet and soft but swiftly grows deeper as his fingers search for the bottom of your shirt, sneaking beneath to feel more of your skin.

“Bucky,” you breathe out, pulling away enough to look into his eyes.

“What?” he asks, slightly breathless himself. “Missed you today.”

He gives you his best boyish smirk, the one reserved only for you, and it makes your heart flutter.

“Missed you too,” you whisper, peppering his check with butterfly kisses, “but…”

His lips find yours again and your words are lost against his mouth, his hands dancing higher until he’s toying with the clasp of your bra.

He unhooks it with ease and starts to peel it off under your shirt.

“Buckyyyy,” you pout.

“Doll,” he groans as his hands roam over your newly exposed skin.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

He stops his caresses, giving you a disgruntled look.

Your expression falls and he immediately brushes his thumb across your lips, cradling your cheek and drawing you closer.

“No, none of that now baby doll. I’m sorry. Talk to me.”

You instantly brighten and he growls out a mumbled curse, knowing you totally got one over on him. With a bright and triumphant smile you toy with his tie, mindlessly adjusting it as you begin to talk.

“I want you to take me pumpkin picking.”

His eyes widen and he blinks several times. “Pumpkins? Like on a farm?”

You nod excitedly, bouncing in his lap. “YES! We can pick our own to carve and get some for the front of the house and even get apple cider donuts and hot apple cider and take home a pie or pick apples to make a pie and maybe even go for a hay ride!”

Your enthusiastic wave of words rushes out and he can hardly keep up and all the while you’re still fiddling with his tie and the collar of his shirt, smoothing out each until they’re perfect.

“Didn’t you go do this with the girls last year?” he asks softly but with a smile.

“I did,” you start, pouting a bit. “But I want to go with you!”

He opens his mouth to speak but you press a finger to his lips.

“PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!”

When you’re done with your pleading he grabs your wrist and holds you finger to his mouth, kissing the tip softly before pushing your other fingers up so he can kiss them all too.

“Of course I’ll take you,” he whispers.

You squeal in delight and kiss him, trying to pull away to tell him more about what you can do at the farm but he keeps you pressed firmly against him as he spins his desk chair and lifts you out of his lap, placing you on the edge of his desk.

When he finally releases your lips you nibble your bottom one, watching as he kneels down, spreading your legs and tugging on your panties.

“Thank you Bucky,” you whisper.

“I didn’t even do anything yet doll,” he teases.

“I meant for agreeing to go pumpkin picking with me.”

“You know I’d do anything to make you happy,” he murmurs, kissing along your calf, his fingers massaging your soft skin as he moves higher.

Bucky struts out of your walk-in closet, adjusting the collar on his shirt before smiling at you.

“Ready doll face?” he asks.

You look him over from head to toe then sashay your way into his arms. “I am…but I think you might need to change.”

He frowns. “Why? I thought my red shirt was good…fall color and all.”

“Oh the red is perfect,” you assure him. “But I’m not sure you need to wear one of your three-hundred-dollar Prada shirts to the farm.”

“Huh,” he muses. “Am I going to get dirty?”

“The pumpkins are sometimes muddy or dirty with soil and there’s lots of dust and vines…if there are horses and other animals there might be…”

“So I should lose my Prada loafers too then?”

He grins, looking slightly sheepish.

“Definitely,” you giggle, giving him a soft kiss. “But the jeans are perfect.”

You step back to let your eyes roam over his thick thighs that are on full display in the tight denim.

He starts to unbutton his dress shirt but you stop him, slowly undoing each button yourself until it hangs open and reveals his tanned and toned chest and stomach. You ghost your fingernails down his skin, watching his muscles flex from your touch.

When you push the shirt from his shoulders you sigh, “why can’t you just go like this?”

He huffs out a laugh and adjusts his belt, drawing your attention to the trail of dark hair that lines his lower stomach and the disappears into his jeans.

“Still wanna go pumpkin picking doll?” he asks wearing an amused and smug smirk.

You slowly drag your eyes up to his and cock your hip out, placing your hand there and stealing your features.

“YES! Now find a tee shirt and hoodie and change your shoes.”

“Where are my hoodies. I thought you stole them all,” he says as he’s walking back into the closet.

“I left you one…maybe two!”

“What about a flannel?” he calls out.

“Perfet,” you reply.

Once he’s dressed in his soft tee and even softer flannel, his feet clad in leather lace up boots you head for the door.

It’s still early when you get to the farm so there aren’t many people around yet. You and Bucky walk hand in hand under the warm sunshine toward the pumpkin patch.

“What are we looking for exactly?” he asks, eyeing the rows of orange squash.

“I want some really big ones for the front of the house! And then we need two for carving and some smaller ones for more decoration. And I want gourds too…they have a lot of different colors and shapes!”

“Am I supposed to carry them all?”

He looks suspicious and when you start to smile he takes you in his arms brushes his lips against yours.

“I will if that’s what you need me to do.”

You melt into him, sliding your arms around his waist. “As much as I’d love to see you trying to carry all these pumpkins, we can just get a wagon.”

You peek around him and point to the red wagons lined up along the fence.

“Phew,” he says with a laugh.

You walk through the patch, Bucky dragging the wagon behind him as you gush over every pumpkin you see, picking them up, inspecting them and asking for his insight. He takes his job seriously, examining each one with thorough precision before giving you his honest review.

“This one is perfect for carving,” he says, holding up the tall but still wide pumpkin with a good flat face.

“It is!” you cheer. “What are you going to carve?”

He stands there, looking from you to the pumpkin. “I have no idea!”

You bend over with laughter, loving to see your husband in such a relaxed state but also taking the pumpkin picking so seriously. He never does anything half-assed.

After he sets the pumpkin in the cart he looks over what you’ve picked so far. “One more?”

You throw your arms around his neck. “I love you so much. I’m having the best time.”

He wraps you in his embrace, nestling his face into your neck. “Love you more doll and me too.”

“Before we pick more can we get some cider and donuts? I’m hungry.”

“Of course,” he says, tucking you under his arm. “I hope they sell these donuts by the dozen. I have a feeling I’m going to want more than one.”

@randomfandompenguin @book-dragon-13 @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lizette50

[buckysgrace]

Apple Dumplin'

Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Flufftober 2024

Steve takes you apple picking. 

You bounced your knee up and down in the seat, holding your fingers tightly together as you waited for Steve to return with your sweets he was collecting. You had a scarf wrapped around your neck, a long sleeved shirt on and a pair of pants that was thick enough to keep you warm from the chilly breeze. The coldness wasn’t unbearable, just cold enough to make your cheeks burn. 

“Okay so-,” Steve approached, hair wind blown and kissed from the sun as he sat down a few different items that had been sandwiched between his long fingers, “Apple cider, caramel and candy apples, apple butter, apple pie and uh, I think that was an apple dumpling. It’s new.” He presented to you, making you blink in surprise at the mass amount of items. 

“What is it?” You asked him as you poked at the last object, yanking your finger back at how warm it felt. He pulled his jacket around him tighter, wrinkling his eyebrows together. 

“Uh,” He paused as he looked at it again, “Some sort of apple donut? I don’t really know, it just looked good.” He shrugged his shoulders, making you smile as you gently picked it up this time. You placed it against your teeth, taking a bite from it. 

“It’s really good.” You told him seriously, your tongue burning with the flavor of melted caramel, cinnamon and soft dough. The apples were crisp and soft too. You handed it towards him, laughing as he leaned forward and took the rest of it from your hand with a large bite.

“That’s hot,” He protested, fanning his mouth as he quickly chewed it down, “You could’ve warned me.” He remarked playfully, but his eyes were still widened in a flurry of panic as he tried to keep from burning his mouth. 

“I thought you knew,” You defended yourself, fanning your hand as well to try and help, “I’m sorry. I thought you saw the heat from that sucker.” You told him seriously, laughing as steam rolled out of his mouth. 

“It’s good,” He agreed a second later, smiling as he wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, “Just blistering. My tongue hurts.” He rolled his tongue around inside of his mouth, as if to prove a point 

“Do you need a kiss?” You teased him, passing the apple cider over in hopes that it would help some. He took a big gulp, fluttering his eyelashes before he turned back to you in amusement. 

“Yes,” He answered cheesily, eyes glazed with mischief as he looked at you, “I’d appreciate that very much.” He dropped the cup down back onto the table, making you grin as he leaned forward expectantly. 

You leaned over the table, letting your fingers graze against his wrists gently as you slowly dipped your head down to meet his. You grazed your lips over his gently, tasting the leftover sugar and cinnamon as electricity spread through your body. 

“Better?” You asked him as you pulled away, flattered by the lovestruck look in his eyes. He was too cute for his own good. 

“Much,” He grinned, taking you by surprise as he shoved a spoonful of apple pie into your mouth, “How’s that taste?” He questioned you as you rolled the bite around in your mouth. 

“Really sweet,” You spit out between mouthfuls, “I really like it.” You stated, nodding your head in approval as he pushed the pie back to himself. 

“It is good,” He agreed as he used the same spoon to eat from, “But not as sweet as you.” He replied with a small smirk, making your insides warm. 

“Flattered,” You giggled as you held your hand to your chest, “It's like you’re trying to impress me or something.” You teased him, sending him a sly wink before you dived into your next apple dessert. 

“I’m your boyfriend, that’s my job.” He added, stealing the fork from you once again. Underneath the table he slid his shoe between 

“Robin said it’s to be corny,” You added as you took a sip from your shared apple cider, “Which you are, just a bit.” You added as you pressed your fingers close together. You didn’t mind it though, not one bit. 

“It doesn’t sound like you’re complaining.” He cocked his eyebrows playfully as you both fought over who got the last piece of apple pie. 

“No, I love it,” You grinned as you watched him chew it down triumphantly, “Very much so.” You grinned as you bumped your knees against his, hoping that he enjoyed that last piece.

The farm wasn’t too busy today, but you supposed that had to do with it being a Tuesday afternoon. But it was the only day that you didn’t have class and Steve was off. Even though you knew you’d ditch class if he asked you to.

“So we just take whatever?” Steve turned towards you curiously, fixing the hem of his shirt to keep the material from falling against his palms. His sweater was yellow, fitting him quite nicely with the afternoon glow. 

“It said a basketful,” You repeated as you thought about what the rules had said, “So I guess however much we can fit in here.” You gave your wooden basket a little spank, just to prove your point.

“Sweet,” He added, taking the basket from your hand and linking your fingers together with his free one, “See any you like?” He questioned as you two went forward on your path. 

Rows and rows of trees lied in front of you, all of them covered with bright red apples. Thick and gleaming. You weren’t sure which ones were best, or how to tell which ones were bad. They all looked great. Good enough to pull off of the limbs and take a bite out of. 

“Um,” You paused as you came to a thicker branch, “These look nice and red.” You replied, picking a few off of one of the trees. You were about halfway down your current row. That had to be a good spot. Well, at least you hoped it was. It would be your luck to bring home a basket full of rotting apples. 

“What about these?” Steve hummed in agreement, motioning to a cluster of apples just above where yours had been located. Maybe you had found the best tree. 

“Get those too,” You nodded your head, letting him get the ones that were higher up, “Yeah. We’re doing good.” You reassured him, feeling proud of the amount you had found so far. 

The two of you went on like that for a while, gathering and plucking different apples as you searched through the various trees. The basket slowly began to get heavier and heavier, making the two of you switch back and forth on who was carrying it. 

“How many apples is too many apples?” You asked him seriously, grinding your teeth together as he tentatively balanced another apple on top of the rest. Your basket was close to exploding, the apples just a brief motion from falling into the dirt. 

“Will we eat all of these?” He asked you seriously, both of you sharing a little laugh. You were sure by the end of this you would be tired of apples, but it was still fun. You’d find something to do with them. 

“We could try and make apple butter,” You stated as you thought about it, “And we could candy them. Or we could make an apple pie.” You thought of the various desserts you’d had earlier, thinking they could be easy enough to replicate.

“So yes?” He asked as he cocked an eyebrow, shifting the basket towards you. You reached out, gripping the other side so it didn’t topple over. 

“Yes,” You agreed with a nod of your head, “I have faith in us.” You told him, a bit amused by the thought of him selling desserts on the side. Perhaps he could bake little desserts for the kids he occasionally watched too. You were sure that they would like it. 

You walked with him, both holding onto one side of a sagging basket as the sun warmed your back. The breeze was cool as it drifted you both towards the end of the lot, an occasional apple falling free from your basket. But you didn’t worry about it. Not with Steve convincing you that it would be totally fine to have apple pie for dinner. 

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hello there ! I'm such a big fan of your work and i wanted to know if you could please write about azriel x plus size reader (cause curvy Queens deserves that giant bat too) ? Maybe something about her having insecurities BC azriel IS surrounded by beautiful slim women and she think that hes's in love with one of them until they're in a fight and he confesse his love to reader. AT first she can't believe it but she goes to cassian who's like "are you seriously that blind? He loved you the moment he looked a you ???" And then you Can add Smut were he workships her, i won't be against it (only if you're confortable with it obviously)

Big thanks for all your work and i looove you !!

Sorry, this took a moment. 🫧🤍

Picture perfect

In a way, you always felt like a misfit. It wasn’t only because of your looks. If you were to be frank you didn’t nitpick at yourself till others started throwing comments here and there. Planting these tiny seeds in your brain. Ones that bloomed it obstructed your vision, altering it in ways that made you cower in the big crowds of people. Made you avoid parties. Made you blind to so many other things.

Your saving grace for a long while had been Azriel. A childhood best friend who had seen you at your worst and stuck through it. So you felt comfortable with him. And even if he wasn’t big on speaking or voicing his opinion. One thing he never missed was completing you. You had always brushed it off. He was a spymaster after all. So, what if he noticed that you colored your hair slightly? Or curled it in another way. Or that you bought a different style of dress. Or got a new perfume. Rhys paid him to be observant, right? It was that until he had sat you down by the river one evening. And blurted out that he liked you while falling over every other word.

“No, you don’t”, you had whispered. “What do you mean, no, I don’t?”, he had pulled back in confusion. “As friends yes but not like… romantically”, you shrugged. Considering that you had fully convinced yourself that he would never fall for you. Not when he could have anyone. “Yn, I know how I feel and so that means that I like you”, Azriel said more firmly as you let out a low laugh, “Why are you doing this?”, you moved to stand up. “Doing what? Yn, if you don’t feel…”, he had moved to stand up but you were already stepping back from him. “I saw you with Sybile by the fountain today, don’t play games with me because I’m an ugly duckling”, you had hissed at him. Leaving him standing there all confused.

And now for the past week, you had done everything to avoid him. Feeling your heart ache more and more now that he wasn’t there to lean on. So your days were spent mopping over the past as you looked out the window till it got pitch black and you forced yourself to crawl into bed.

“Okay, I physically cannot take any more of this”, Cassian had strolled into the house of wind. A box of your favorite pastries in one of his hands. “Then I don’t know why you are here”, you huffed turning away from him. “I’m here because I apparently having the biggest brain out of the two of you”, he chirped, turning your chair so you would face him. “I highly doubt it”, you crossed your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. The general only smirked, he was used to tough bickering with Nesta.

“I will put this very simply”, Cassian said before shoving a donut into his mouth. “Azriel had been an ass. You had been up here for the past week”, he said with crumbs falling from his mouth, making you grimace.

“Can’t you chew and…”, “Shh”, he waved a powdered sugar-covered finger at you. “Now… You know why all of that happened?”, he asked as if you were a toddler. “Yes, Cass, I know. We fought”, you grumbled. But the general only made a dissatisfied boo. “You two are like that because you like each other but your head is more up your ass than his was”, Cassian clicked his fingers.

“That is not true”, you argued, tearing a part of an apple tart. “What’s keeping you from saying yes to him?”, now this hit you harder than you thought, making you stare up at him for a split second. You knew there was no point in lying. This man would sense a lie before it had a chance to leave your mouth.

“I’m not his type”, you muttered under your breath, already feeling your insecurities bubbling. “I would call that bullshit”, Cassian leaned back. “Cass, he dated goddesses. Slim. Tall. Everything sculpted with so much effort”, you grunted, “And then look at me. Ass, tits, I ain’t no size zero”. Cassian tilted his head to the side, “I fail to see a single bad thing in the way you just described yourself”. “Not funny, Cassian”, you grumbled, “I am not making fun of you same goes for Azriel. Do you know that he had been planning to tell you for the last two months? And I caught him vomiting right after dinner because he was way too nervous”, each of the generals words hit you like a blow. Azriel had planned it? Wasn’t a wimp? Wasn’t just a joke. He wanted to… “He’s been an angry little cloud”, Cassian chuckled, “And I think you should take him out of his misery because I know that you feel the same”.

You practically ran through the townhouse. Slipping steps in your way as you rushed to Azriel’s office. Practically falling through the door. Azriel was out of his chair in a hurry. Worry is written all over his face. “Has something happened? Have you been hurt?”, he asked frantically looking you over. You probably didn’t look too put together now that you had run like a maniac to get to him. You shook his head, “I had to see you, had to apologize”, you breathed out, “for the river”. Azriel’s shoulders sagged, “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m not here trying to make you like me”. You let out a painful sigh, “Azriel but I do like you it’s just…”, your voice fell silent for a moment, “I just don’t see why you would like someone like me”, you muttered looking down on yourself.

Azriel frowned, “What is that supposed to mean?”. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, “Well, don’t you want someone like Sybile, a perfect blond with two symmetrical breasts and no…”, “I will stop you right here”, Azriel cut in, stepping closer to you, cupping your cheek. “If I wanted to cuddle a bag of bones, I would go to the cave up the mountain”, he pointed out, making your eyes shoot out, “Az”, hissed. “I love you first for who you are and you come with extra assets to love. Not that I look at your breast when you wash linens in the river or anything”, Azriel shrugged as you hit his chest playfully, “Pervert”, you muttered. Feeling your lips curve upwards slightly. “I don’t measure my love for you in your weight or looks. And even if I did, it would just mean that I have more love for you”, “When did you turn into such a sweet lovey boy?”, you tilted your head to the side before giving it a little shake. “Just found this picture-perfect girl, she kind of made me fall head over heels for her”, Azriel muttered, before leaning in to kiss you softly.

[recurring-polynya]

My kid asked me to explain blood types to her today, which made me remember the odd little fact that in the character profiles that appeared at the ends of the earliest Bleach volumes, there are blood types listed for the human characters, but not for the shinigami characters. Shinigami obviously have blood, we've all seen it, we've seen so much of it, honestly, but is it like blood blood? Is blood transfusion a thing they do?

I did not have any particular recollection of anyone ever receiving a blood transfusion in Bleach, but I looked up all the hospital scenes I could think of off the top of my head. Both Byakuya nor Hinamori have sort of a notable absence of things sticking out of them. I'm no expert and I don't even particular like doctor shows, but this is a situation where I would expect both of them to have IVs for hydration, if nothing else. Hinamori's got a respirator and some mysterious carts off to her far side, at least, and maybe Byakuya's just far enough on the upswing that he doesn't need it anymore.

Next shot was the famous Rukia and Renji sharing a hospital room scene.

Renji's respirator goes...under his blanket? Is this right? This doesn't seem right. Rukia doesn't seem particularly attached to anything, although there's kind of a bundle of wires? tubes? coming out of her right shoulder area. You can see them better in this shot:

That sure doesn't look like medical grade tubing, the lower one looks kinda like Hihiou Zabimaru, tbh. IVs usually work by gravity, no? Also those tubes are way too big to be going into someone's veins.

Finally, here's Kira, getting his dubious Squad 12 medical procedure.

More shady, giant, intestine-ass looking tubes that... go into him? wtf. They're attached to a computer. Maybe these are data cables?

The upshot of all of this is that I don't think shinigami have blood transfusions. I can't imagine that they don't know about them, so I imagine it's more of a case of their blood is just part of their soul, like, all of them is just soul all the way down, and it would be nearly impossible to accept a transfusion that was made of someone else's soul (soulmate-enjoying fanfic writers, take note). They do like sticking tubes in people, tho.

This sucks because when I was originally thinking about this, of course I was thinking about all the blood Renji has in his body and whether or not he's a universal donor, because, frankly, if he is, I think they would have a special framed painting of him at Squad 4 and let him have as much donuts and apple juice as he wants.

I think the main reason manga list characters' bloodtypes anyway is because Japanese people use it as a personality test, similar to horoscopes. For the record, here are the characters whose blood types we know:

Ichigo - AO Orihime - BO Chad - AO Tatsuki - AO Isshin - AB Uryuu - AB Don Kanonji (????) - BO

When I was trying to look up what they meant, I found this hilarious graphic, thank you verywellmind dot com

Looks to me like these blood types were definitely chosen to tie into personality at least to some degree (I'm not sure about Isshin, but he probably has fake Urahara Shouten-brand gigai blood-substitute anyway, so I am choosing not to read too deeply into that). Anyway, along those lines, judging from this chart, if we wanted to bootstrap Renji's blood type from his personality, I think he would, in fact, clearly fit into the idiot-on-a-skateboard quadrant. So he is a universal donor! (or at least he would be, if he were filled with blood instead of high-concentration ghost juice.)