#thebaked

[daveandmia]

I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6:35 NIV

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[130-ichisanmaru]

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[dokyeomini]

when i walked in today... thebaker was there

[kenziwalker]

𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝔂 @thebakedhq aka @thebaked_niah . . . . . #thebaked #fatburninggel #fatbakers #slimminggel #workthatbody #chinandneckrecipe #doublechincream #beautyispain #supportlocal (at Singapore road, Sandakan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNHZ5PcADGZ/?igshid=1xu22s0p1dejw

[bunncentric]

Bread and Butter

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader (no Marc yet)

Summary/Context: The one in which opening a bakery garners you a rather interesting friendship with a certain gift shoppist.

Rating: Semi-explicit

Warning/Content: Dub-con (both parties are drinking), non-graphic smut, fem!reader, no beta we die like Harrow

Word Count: 845

Author’s Note: The first fix I’ve published since 2018. I feel like someone’s ma trying to be down with the young crowd.

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Steven is far too shy to ask the lady from the baker's for dinner, so instead he finds a way to meander into your shop as often as he can. It becomes almost a routine, a reason to interact with you.

He is all nerves and awkward angles, though you never seem to mind. Your face lights up when he walks in, and if the shop is not too busy, you will talk for a bit. "Oh, Steven, I have something for you to try," you told him once before scuttling over to a small paper-wrapped basket. "It's a new recipe. I got inspired by one of the stories you told me."

"Me?" he inquired, shifting in his seat. "How... wait, no... I didn't think I could do that."

Your laughter rings in his ears - gentle, amused by his words but not at the cost of him. "I feel like that sometimes, too." And yet, you grin impishly as you set the basket on the counter before him. "Try them, please?"

Steven takes one triangular bit between his fingers, feeling the semi-sticky coating. The bake is fragrant - fruits, nuts, cinnamon - "Is this a honey cake?"

Your excitement is palpable, so sweet against his senses. Eyes bright and that soft lower lip caught between your teeth as you watch him take a bite. "Yes! It's a tiger nut honey cake! I might have done some Googling and changed it slightly."

He can't stop the small noise that escapes him, somewhere between a moan and a grunt, derived solely in pleasure. "Bloody hell, that's a fine bake." You’re smiling so brightly at him - he wonders if you taste as sweet, if you'll melt against his tongue -

Steven coughs, almost choking on the next bite, ears warm with shame.

"Oh, no. Do you need some water?"

He needs many things, none of which he can have.

-

As days turn into weeks, the tension between the two of you only grows. Often, late in the night when Steven finds himself fighting sleep and staring up at his ceiling, he is plagued with thoughts of you. Scenes of a possible life together seemingly just out of reach - dancing in his flat, introducing you to his mum.

But what is worse is the impropriety, the thoughts that have his heart racing and his cock throbbing in the confines of his trousers. He knows it is depraved, and yet he cannot stop himself from indulging so often.

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The tonal shift happens somewhere in between friendship and the unspoken question of ‘What are we?’ The now-familiar tension between you two snaps when the you invite him to your little apartment above the bakery for dinner. A bit of wine turns into a bit more wine, amidst shared stories and laughter that leaves you gasping for breath.

Steven is listening to you talk about your ‘old, pre-Blip life’ in New York when he realizes the pair of you have almost entirely finished the bottle. He is warm, flushed, but he cannot bring himself to care as his gaze lingers over your lips, soft and pinkish and wet as your tongue peeks out. He swallows, downing the rest of his glass in hopes of keeping his hands to himself. "Woah there, Stevie," you giggle, leaning close, hand on his shoulder. "Don't wanna get sick!"

He can smell the wine on your breath, fermented grapes alongside the flowery scent on your skin. The air grows thick between them, breath coming heavy as each gazes at the other. And yet, in all his nervousness, it is Steven that moves first - lunging forward to press his mouth to yours, hands clamoring for purchase at your waist.

The kiss is rough, rife with inexperience and want. Your fingers thread through his hair, and he groans into your pliant mouth. A gasp works its way from between your teeth when he pulls you closer by your skirts, those flighty hands grasping the fabric without mercy. Your legs tremble when you stand, and he gasps as your bodies part, seemingly surprised.

"Oh, bollocks," he groans, voice thinning in shame. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have - "

Your response is a soft noise, almost a whine as you untie the front of her dress with deft fingers. Words die on his tongue at the sight of her bared chest, gently-heaving breasts donned in soft lace. " - oh - oh my."

"Touch me, Stevie. Please."

And later?

When your intertwined forms tumblr in your poor bed, and he's between your thighs, every moment a sacrament as you lose yourselves in each other's bodies. He touches you as if he is afraid it will end, desperate and filthy, a worshipping all its own. It aches, how badly he wants to tell you that he loves you, but he can settle for pouring that emotion into you flesh. He could die there a happy man, surrounded by you - breathy moans and slick flesh and grasping hands and the squeeze of your cunt around him with each movement. He thinks he just might, suffocating in the intensity of it all.

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Did you enjoy the story? Would you like something that I wasn't written d a late-night binge of Mitski? Drop me an ask!

[bolontiku]

When your crush texts you all morning... FML he needs to accept my marriage proposal already dammit!!!

[alban-art-hoard]

The weakest drawing so far, but... I love this weird ass anime about making bread. It's like Shokugeki, but visual puns instead of orgasms.

[colsondiablo]

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[dafancyuhinspiration]

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[jade-island-lives]

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[wanpenmungmee]

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[blaspherion666]

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[insectrecords]

The next rerun episode of "The Show" is on the way later this week where my gust will be Mikey/Jester the @filipinofist Little known fact, we worked at @fuddruckers together for years before we ever spoke to each other and when we did, we became forever Fudd-Friends. That and more beautiful stories of struggle coming your way soon. You can subscribe at YouTube.com/insectrecords to be the first to find out when it drops. #THEBUTCHER VS #THEBAKER (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CERtx9oFbV6/?igshid=f7vfup5s6fqi

[gl00mystarz]

This is all purely for myself, I wanted to write sad no happy angst. So I am. You knew this was coming @thebaker-lacri I do hope you enjoy it since you liked the idea so much!!

CW; death, depression, platonic m!reader x Will Byers, mentions of smoking weed, mentions of melt down, sorta cliffhanger (Jonathan dies and just kinda, accepts it.), canon divergence at the end

WC; 855

I hope you find peace for yourself

Jonathan always remembered you in such a positive way. Right now, while it was positive, all it did was hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Thinking back to what you two used to be, the way you'd always be there for Will, helping him with his D&D campaigns, the way you looked at Will with such brotherly love in your eyes. He missed you, he missed your voice, he missed seeing the enthusiasm on your face when you finally got the hang of D&D all for the sake of his brother. He knew Will missed you too, and blamed himself for your death. Jonathan knew his little brother like he knew himself, he often comforted Will when he woke up from nightmares of the upside down, from nightmares where you blamed him for dying. Hearing his little brother sob about how he felt like it's his fault you're gone. That it's his fault Jonathan wasn't happy anymore. It always broke Jonathan in a way he never thought he could hurt.

You died thinking you could save whatever the hell they used to simulate Will. When he heard the news not only Will's 'body' was found, but also yours. It destroyed him, seeing the face of the man he loved with his entire body covered in cuts, bruises, gunshot wounds, it felt like a part of him died that day with you, and in a way, it did. He hardly smiled anymore, he went to Eddie one night, begging the man to give him the strongest strain of weed he had, he wanted to forget. Everything, he wanted to forget your lifeless body, the way when he held your hand and hoped it wasn't real at your funeral, hoping it was some sick joke. The way you felt, you felt so cold. It scared Jonathan, but it also confirmed something he never hoped, you were gone. You were never coming back.

Jonathan didn't leave his room for weeks after your funeral, and the way Will broke down sobbing when he was informed you were gone. Gone because you thought you could save him, that you used your last breath to keep Will safe even if you knew you wouldn't make it. Just so Jonathan could have his brother back, so Joyce could have her precious little boy back. Jonathan was never the same again, he just wasn't. He didn't want to go to college anymore, he destroyed his camera and hid the pictures of you, he was spiraling. He didn't want to believe you were gone, but there was nothing to assure him that you weren't. Moving to California was stressful enough, but now that you were gone? He was leaving every memory he made with you behind.

Every place you two would go too, all the hidden spots you two loved because you could be yourselves. They were in Hawkins, Indiana. He felt like he was betraying you by moving, he really did, he felt like he was leaving you behind, everything you two did together, you. He was leaving you behind. Your love. He didn't fight the dark feelings that stirred in his mind, or the gloom that strangled his heart, he didn't have the energy too, and he knew if he fought leaving. It would only hurt Will and his mother more, and he couldn't do that, the entire Byers' household was already still grieving over you. Jonathan knew what him having a meltdown would do to Will, and when he got to California and met Argyle, who he swore up and down you'd love if you ever got to meet him.

His smoking only got worse, he was high almost 24/7, but he couldn't help it, he was filling the void in his being, a void nothing else or anybody else could ever fill. Nothing could ever fill the void you left Jonathan Byers with. He wanted to keep it that way, he'd never replace you, and he never wanted to, it wasn't only till after a stern conversation from Will, an emotional one filled with arguments. Along with the line "He wouldn't want you to waste your life away just because he's gone." from Will, that he decided, when all of this is done and over with, he wanted to go to college, just like you had always wanted him too.

It wasn't until years later, the final battle, Jonathan did something stupid, something he promised you he'd never do. Jonathan sacrificed himself, he sacrificed himself so Will wouldn't have too, so Will could have the happy life he's always wanted, he didn't want Will to die so young, he couldn't live with himself if he didn't stop him. So, he faced Vecna head on, after the battle it was left with Will cradling his brothers head in his lap, asking him why he'd do such a thing. Asking him why he'd do this if he had so many plans, and Jonathan answered in such a simple way, one that broke Will down to his deepest core. "I get to see him again.. and that.. that's good enough for me."