#eclair cookie smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

count for him ; 18+

requested by ; somekindofshadowcreature

word count ; 1339

content ; spanking/pain play, semi-public sex acts, implied desk sex (stops just before penetration), dom!eclair cookie

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; eclair cookie x cis male!reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Eclair had been married to his job since long before the two of you had met, always being the first person in and the last person to leave. Eagerly accepting overtime and extra shifts at the museum whenever the opportunities arose in order to further engross himself in his studies of the dragons and warriors of bygone eras — and teach others in Parfaedia about it as well, sharing his passions with such glee that it was contagious.

Though his palpable excitement and eagerness to seek out first hand accounts of these ancient times often led to him spending months meticulously restoring old manuscripts and piecing together old tomes and artwork from those periods alongside the help of conservators. Work that required his complete focus and dedication. Work that required long days and longer nights spent communicating with his colleagues and researching and communicating new findings and rinse and repeat for what felt like an eternity.

So that left you to make sure he took care of himself and actually took advantage of the scheduled breaks provided to him by the museum. That he didn’t work himself to the bone through his lunch break and rested his eyes for longer than it took him to blink.

Which brought you to now: leaning against the frame of his open doorway, arms crossed disapprovingly across your chest as you looked between your watch and your still very much so working boyfriend. 12pm sharp — the start of his hour lunch break and a time where you should have been able to stroll into his office and spend some much needed time with him.

Should being the operative word there.

An operative that didn’t at all reflect the reality of your situation like it never did these days — and you were sick and tired of it. So, without further ado, you strode purposefully towards his desk and swivelled his chair around to face you, reaching around him to carefully mark and close the book he was looking at.

You’d be damned if you let him miss another break.

————

"Dear, what are you doing here? I have some very important documents to review and -"

"The documents you've been reviewing since yesterday?" You sighed and leaned down to peck him on the lips. "You've been working nonstop for the past month — do you even know what time it is right now?"

"Of course I do!" He huffed, rolling his eyes. "It's, um..."

"It's 12:03, hun." You finished flatly, raising an eyebrow at his demeanour. "You need to take a break, like immediately. No ifs, ands or buts."

"And you're going to enforce that how, exactly?" He asked with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. "Besides," he reached behind himself, hand groping blindly for the documents he was scanning, "the work I'm doing is of the upmost importance to our research into the Great Flour War — this could be groundbreaking, you know. And I think it's about time you start acting a little bit more grateful for the work I do to support this establishment and us."

"That work is meaningless if I never get to see you, babe!" You insisted, throwing your arms up in the air in an exasperated gesture. "You're constantly working and I get that this means a lot, but you need to take a break for your own sanity,"

At that he paused and just stared at you for a moment, one hand slowly reaching up to adjust his monocle as he trailed his eyes up and down your body. Taking in your frustrated expression, your tense posture and everything else about you until he smiled in that knowing way he often did and reached up to grab your wrist.

"I understand what you're saying now, dear," he began, tone light and lilting with something you couldn't quite place, before he suddenly pulled you down in such a way that you landed forwards across his lap, "but that doesn't mean you can get away with disturbing my research. This is incredibly important, you know — and I know that you do — and I can't afford to leave so many relics and manuscripts going undocumented and untranslated. It would be unprofessional, to say the very least."

You opened your mouth to question him, but the words died on your tongue when he moved and pulled your trousers and underwear down to your knees — exposing your ass and thighs to the cold air of his office. His office with the door to the adjoining hallway still wide open and exposing exactly what you were doing to any of your colleagues who happened to poke their heads in or walk past at the wrong moment. His office with windows that spanned from the floor to the ceiling with a perfect view of the gardens below and that were cracked open just enough that you could hear the visitors outside enjoying their meals and playing the games your employer had recently invested in.

His office where you were entirely exposed and completely at your boyfriend’s mercy — and by the way his warm hand was caressing the swell of your ass, you gathered that he wasn’t feeling particularly merciful. So you braced yourself and grasped at the edge of the desk to steady yourself, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the imminent strikes against your backside — startled by his voice as he called out a single instruction.

“Count for me — be as clear as you can.”

And then your ‘punishment’ began.

————

The first strike was to the meat of your left thigh, the impact startling you and causing your body to tense before you were able to gasp out a single phrase 'one'. And, pleased with your compliance, your boyfriend took a moment to soothe the area with a few slow rubs of his palm and a chaste kiss before he continued on.

The next was to your right thigh and, like before, you tensed and gasped but still managed to count for him. Consistently willing to do as you were told, and that earned you more soothing — his soft lips, his oddly gentle touch, his words of praise.

Praise and teasing that continued and punctuated each strike and number as he moved to your ass — right, then left — and then went back down to your thighs. Left, right, right, left. Each collision equally sharp and hard and leaving your skin stinging in their wake — yet, somehow, causing your cock to harden and twitch as he went on.

Three.

"You're being so receptive, I'm impressed,"

Four.

"If only you could see yourself like this, darling, it really is a treat,"

Five.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to be caught,”

Six.

“Don’t quieten down on my account, you make the most wonderful sounds,”

And so on until your ass and thighs were on fire and the tip of your cock was leaking and you’d counted well into the double digits — reaching thirty before he finally relented. Your eyes welling up with unshed tears from the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure as he soothed your stinging skin with gentle rubbing and quiet shushing.

“You did so well, darling,” he began, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the swell of your ass, “I’m impressed.”

The praise and the implications behind it had you smiling shyly to yourself, lips parting to respond before you were cut off by him helping you to your feet and guiding you to sit on the top of his desk. Only able to gasp from the shock of the cold before he rushed forwards and pressed his lips against yours, one hand wandering down to tug his hard length out of his robes as he spoke up once again. His words making your mouth run dry and your dick jump with the promise of proper pleasure that hung from his tone.

“Now let’s see if you can keep quiet for just a bit longer; we don’t want my colleagues to see you like this, do we?”

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Heyo could i get a affogato with a siren reader? (Smut preferred)

-anon🔪❤️

Hewwo Anon sure thing ^^)

Affogato Cookie with an Siren S/O NSFW Headcanons

-Affogato knew there was something off of the Licorice Sea but he really couldn't get an idea

-But when Affogato heard a soft voice calling his name, he had to go check it out

-With Affogato headed towards there, he seen something, he saw a figure, that figure was you just humming your mating call

-When you saw Affogato, you smirked as you motion him to come

-The real fun begins~

-Tying Affogato up, you walked around him as you got on your knees

-Affogato loves when you tie him up and give him head, it was one of his fantasies

-"F-fuck Y/N please baby girl / boy.. I need more."

-But luckily Affogato makes you weak on you knees when he toys with you

-Affogato will fuck you soft or rough however you like it.

-He will pull your hair if you want softly or roughly

-Pet names will call you is either slut or Whore.

-Lastly aftercare for you guys is very important, lots of cuddles, your favorite sweets and defentily back massages...

[qwnelisa]

ORDER A CAKE !!

hello! want me to write for you? the fandoms i write in are: project sekai and genshin impact and i am adding honkai star rail!

I write for both female, non-binary and male readers.

i can write smut, but not for minors (you shouldn’t want it in the first place…)

sponge cake ::

-any type of angst ( be specific about it ♡ )

chiffon cake ::

-any type of fluff ( be specific about it ♡ )

cheesecake cake ::

-any type of platonic love ( be specific about it ♡)

pound cake ::

-any type of sibling love ( be specific about it ♡)

specific type of desserts:

strawberry cake ::

-'kissing the homies goodnight'

how the characters kiss you goodnight.

chocolate cake ::

- 'achoo.'

characters being sick and [name] taking care of them.

lemon cake ::

-'achoo 2.0'

[name] being sick characters taking care of them.

vanilla cake ::

-'wtf, why are you so hot.'

characters being down bad.

banana cake ::

-'dont interact with them, their trying to steal you away from me.'

characters being jealous.

coffee cake ::

-'i would never leave you.'

how tf do I explain this.

cinnamon cake ::

-'i'm fucking in love with you.'

character courting [name]

rose cake ::

-'do you want to get married and do the skurnkly double tap'

characters asking you out.

walnut cake ::

-'let skip school together!'

characters skipping school, pulling you along.

apple pie ::

-'do you hate me?'

characters spill the *BAD* beans about you.

cookies n cream ::

-*insert fighting*

- characters getting into an argument with you.

eclair ::

-'hey wanna make out?'

characters flirting with [name]

caramel apple ::

-'stay in bed with me...forever.'

characters waking up with you.

tanghulu ::

-'HOW DID YOU BURN SOUP?!'

characters making food for you.

blueberry cake ::

-'is that my shirt?! are you wearing my underwear too?!"

characters reacting to you wearing on their shirt

green tea cake ::

-'girl you know I want ur love.'

song fic (pick your song, if u want me to do something with it, tell me. Or I could make something out of it with my 0-1 imagination.)

QUICK NOTE!!

if none of the requests you want are there, please sebd me a short text with detail.

HAVE FUN

- qwnn

[r0und-4b0ut]

h hey tumblr......... does any1 have any eclair cookie x reader fics that arent pure fucking smut..................... asking 4 a friend,...

[ashiemochi]

pussidon - ACT II | xx

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it? ➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

prev -> next

It has been a while since Leon had last seen her. 

Usually, he wasn’t the type to count down the days but with her, things seemed to change in him. Her classic piano tunes would begin seeping into his taste in music, giving it a brand new sense of life and contrasting massively with his pop-rock and jazz playlists. 

Sometimes, he’d add sugar into his coffee and cream. Sugar.

 

Leon wasn’t into sweets either but after his fiancee had surprised him with a homemade latte and a small batch of freshly baked oat cookies, even his taste buds started changing. He doesn’t truly despise tooth-rotting desserts, but he enjoys mild ones. 

Meanwhile So Ah had a sweet tooth for every chocolate and caramel-based treat. She managed to guess Leon’s favourite dessert – a strawberry shortcake parfait – and she'd dedicate her entire day to making it just so she could greet him with it when he’s back from work.

Leon doesn’t necessarily like it, but after seeing her beaming toothy smile and soft glowing ambers when she presented it; that officially became his favourite dessert. 

He won’t tell her that his favourite was a simple eclair – but add that parfait to his list because he has never tasted something so sweet and creamy before. 

Nonetheless, he lost count after week two. 

The house never felt so empty before. Oh, wait, the mansion.

It was already too big for his liking – but having it gifted by the government itself to give him the accommodation he needs and more, he doesn’t have a choice but to live in it. Minimalistically decorated, Leon believes more in practicality than appearance. That being said, the mansion was empty. 

There was no sweet aroma filling the air along with the occasional humming of the angel he proposed to. The air was pure from any chemicals from her painting sessions wafting around as if swaying with the soft playlist she had playing in the back. The garden in the back looked somewhat dead despite being watered and taken care of daily by him – all because she wasn’t there. 

And the piano keyboard Leon had gotten her for her twenty-eighth birthday was silent. 

Everything was quiet; as if he had never met her in his life and the ring around his finger was just an accessory. 

To say Leon was beginning to miss her was an understatement – he needed her presence and aura to have something to look forward to at home.

Mansion. 

It was around ten at night when the sound of the front door opening alerted him. The wind chimes sang softly, indicating someone’s presence. 

Leon was halfway into putting his forkful of spaghetti into his mouth when he heard it, setting down the plate and fork on the kitchen island. Standing up, he spared his reflection on his dark-grey modern fridge a glance.

He sported a simple midnight blue button-up shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to his forearm along with a pair of black jeans. 

He had just returned back from the DSO HQ a few hours ago and finished making dinner for himself. He wasn’t expecting any visitors – especially not ones that can unlock his door and bypass all the security systems outside. 

Unless…

Leon briskly moved out of his kitchen and to the entrance corridor, eyes widening softly at the sight of his fiancee. Her hand was leaning against the wall, supporting her balance as she slid off her Lita boots. When she straightened up, kicking them to the side, she took off her long coat and hung it over the hanger, followed by her crossbody purse.

A British tan-coloured button-up sweater hung loosely on her form, being tucked into her fossil grey plaid circle skirt. She stood there for a moment, unaware of his presence as she released a deep sigh, tired eyes blinking lazily at her watch. Probably for the first time in forever, her legs were left bare without any tights; only cute little white socks that reached a bit over her ankles.

Maybe Leon was imagining things but her auburn hair was a bit longer, curtaining her face. Yet she still looked as ethereal as ever, as soft and delicate. With his heart pounding happily in his ears as she reached for her pink suitcase, his voice came through. 

“... Hey."

✠✠

A faint gasp came from So Ah, making her jump at the sudden voice. Her eyes snapped up to Leon, unblinking as she took him in. A smile had reached his face and her lips uncontrollably mimicked it behind her mask. 

“Leon… Hi.”

It’s been so long – unlike Leon, she didn’t lose count. 

And it’s been a month; maybe a bit over. 

The funeral lasted three days but she had to stay more for her family and more visitors to send their condolences. Not to mention, Minji’s family, her husband and two children needed more help than ever. 

Jiwoo didn’t really understand the concept of death but his father attempted to explain it and by just seeing the tears in his eyes, Jiwoo knew what happened. Chun-hee, her six-year-old daughter, couldn’t comprehend it – and so, she didn’t; forever assuming her mother had gone on a trip. For now.

Minx’s Body was in disarray for a good while as Minji was one of the main and respected models. When the news was broken to the world about a Han member passing, lots of people who supported the Hans for so long had sent their condolences. Batches of flowers and gifts were sent to their house, some being set down in front of the main entrance to Green Life and Minx’s Body.

“It’s been a while,” Leon said lightly, stepping toward her with a tilted relieved smile, happy that she was back, “How was everything?”

“Okay, I guess.” So Ah answered, letting him reach for her luggage behind her and she pushed her mask down, “What about you?”

“Boring,” Leon sighed out dramatically before he tilted his head down to her with a loving look on his face, “But better now that you’re here.”

Just as she was about to retort, his lips met hers briefly. A quick peck. And that was all it took to remind her of how much she missed him. As it was mentioned before, So Ah can’t handle being alone for too long – and while she wasn’t technically alone during the past month, she felt like she was. 

Completely touch starved and needing affection and attention had left her brain craving for her fiance. 

Leon casually harrumphed, picking up her bag to take it up the stairs to their bedroom and he asked, “Did you eat anything yet?”

Still processing every lingering sensation on her lips from that peck, she mindlessly shook her head, “Uhm… No…”

“There’s food in the kitchen.” Leon informed, making his way up the stairs, “Go help yourself out, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Did he always look that attractive?

Shaking her head at the desperation to be near him, she dragged her feet to the kitchen, hand coming up to rub the back of her neck at the aching sensation. The chip was still there much to her dismay and she assumed it was still functioning well enough for the BSAA to still have their eyes on her. 

The idea to grab the nearest knife to just slice it out and risk damaging her spine permanently did pass her by but she doesn’t want to gamble with her life.

Pair of fatigued cinnamons rested on the hot plate of freshly made spaghetti with the tomato sauce poured over it along with four juicy-looking meatballs. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, knowing Leon didn’t expect her to be back tonight. Her knees stung at the non-existent long-healed scrape wounds, reminding her of the time she showed up unannounced on his porch. 

Petite fingers met each other nervously as she deeply wondered if Leon had made enough for another serving. She made her way to sit at the kitchen island but she didn’t pick up the fork. She noticed it was already scooped and filled with the salty goodness, figuring her coming back actually interrupted him from eating. 

Quick dull footsteps came from outside when Leon made his appearance, exhaling as he rolled his shoulders. He gave her a small content smile, watching her seated – appreciating her long-missed presence. Moving to grab another plate, Leon reopened the pot on the stove to pour himself some pasta and a scoop of tomato sauce. 

“So, how is your family doing?” Leon asked, his back facing her as he busied himself with the plate. 

Subconsciously, her eyes trailed over the broadness of his shoulders shaping down to a smaller waist. His shoulder blades moved subtly under his thin long-sleeved button-up shirt but with his biceps and triceps being big and apparent, it made the fabric stretch around that part comfortably. To her, his sculpted back was her favourite feature of him – one of many, actually. 

Like his blueblue sharp eyes. 

The washboard abs and the faint happy trail. 

The deepness and smoothness of his voice. 

The way his supple lips are always stuck in a subtle but permanent smirk. 

The perfectly shaped nose of his. 

Those wonderfully thick but not too bushy eyebrows of his, as if frozen in a furrow. 

Those skilful wonderful hands and fingers of his, adorned in veins and faint scars that had accumulated all those years ago. 

His gloriousglorious thighs and–

Leon looked at her over his shoulder, noticing the dilation of her pupils and he raised a brow at her silence, “So Ah.”

“Huh?” She blinked, realizing he caught her eye-loving him, “Oh, uhm… They’re fine.” She answered, her cheeks blazing red as she avoided his eyes, setting her sight down on her plate and picking up the fork to poke the meatball, “Getting better, I guess.”

“That’s good.” Leon commented genuinely, picking out a fork from the drawer and then pushing it shut with the side of his hip before taking his seat across from her. 

“Mhm.”  She only responded back, trailing her eyes up to his plate and she noticed it was free from meatballs – all it had was pasta and tomato sauce. 

Leon didn’t seem like he minded it, putting a forkful of the spaghetti into his mouth. It hit her that he was willing to have her fuel up rather than himself. Talk about being completely and utterly selfless. 

As he was chewing his food, So Ah stood up and went to the cabinets. Leon gave her a confused look as she returned back to him, pulling her plate closer to stab the ball with her fork. She used the spoon to gently push it into his plate before he could even argue about it. 

Leon let out a hum of refusal, shaking his head and waving his hand to gesture that it was okay, unable to talk with the chewed-up food in his mouth.

“Hon–” Leon cleared his throat, swallowing down as she went to transfer another meatball into his plate and he looked up at her when she stood next to his side, “Honey, it’s alright – there’s no need.”

“You made the food, Leon.” She mumbled softly, taking out a tissue paper to set the spoon on it, “You deserve it.”

Leon’s lips parted at the utter care he felt from her, chuckling lightly as he brought up his arm to wrap around her waist, hand caressing her hip, “It’s just meatballs, sweetheart.”

She gave him a look and he continued. 

“But–” Leon grinned up at her, “I’ll accept it.” He held onto her free hand, planting a chaste kiss on top of it and then he rubbed the back of her knuckles with his thumb gingerly.

“Thanks – let’s eat now, okay?”

“... Alright.” She smiled faintly, returning to sit across from him but he clicked his tongue, holding onto her wrist to tug her back. 

And maybe she was just too caught up in her clouds – his clouds – of how much she missed him but she could go on and on at the ocean amount of admiration in those azures. 

Were they always this… Blue?

“Sit next to me.” Leon ordered gently with a tilted grin. 

Now she knew why Leon could never say no to her. 

Because god forbid she’s got the ability to say no to him.

[soleilnomoon]

🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet 🧁✨🍭 - a milestone event !

hello, hello 💛it’s finally time for another milestone event! i didn’t expect to have one so soon tbh, but that’s just how life goes; the other day i saw that i had 555 followers at exactly 3:33 a.m. (spooky, but also extremely lucky?) and now that i have 564 followers, i want to show my appreciation for each one of you. when i first made this blog, it was really just to get back in the groove of writing — how i write off of tumblr is vastly different, actually — and to sort of experiment with various style of prose, so it’s been a learning curve and a fun journey writing, plus everyone’s been so cool so that’s been a plus 🥰 anyway, i present to you 🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet 🧁✨🍭 a 555+ followers event. i will write drabbles & ficlets/scenarios, and i will take requests for characters from one piece, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, & obey me.

please don’t forget to check out my rules before sending requests 💕

i’ve had a terrible sweet tooth lately, so that’s partly the inspiration behind this event’s theme. please choose a topping (it’s ok to request multiple), 3 to 5 items from the main menu and/or special menu (it’s ok to request multiple/combination from both lists), and one item from the secret menu (one character from the fandom of your choice). also, if you want me to choose for you, just let me know.

example: “hi! i would like to order an eclair, a chocolate truffle, and taffy with whipped cream and #1 (zoro) from the side menu.”

the event will run from 08.14.22 (today) until 11.05.22, so be sure to get your requests in before it finishes.

current status: closed.

masterlist of requests

rules:

i. please choose one character from either one piece, jjk, aot, or obey me — if you’re feeling indecisive, you can toss a few names my way and i’ll pick at random.

ii. you can send multiple requests (but please consider requesting different characters if you do.)

iii. if there’s a preferred gender you want me to write the reader as, please let me know.

iv. since the event is more or less a nsfw one, i will only write for canonically adult characters; i’m not budging on that.

v. this is an 18+ event, so minors please do not interact, thank you.

✨ place your orders & enjoy a lil’ sugar rush✨

toppings:

⁎ whipped cream - fluff

⁎ honey - angst

⁎ caramel - smut

⁎ poppy seeds - hurt / comfort

items on the main menu:

crepe // early morning

eclair  // holding hands

macaron // party

cafecito // tongue kisses

pain au chocolat // hug from behind

apple strudel // body warmth

chocolate truffle // missed opportunity

tres leches // bite marks

strawberry cake // candle wax

flan // knife

dulce de leche roll // “stop running.”

meringue cookie // fingertips

konpeitō // denial

parfait // stargazing

white chocolate // “i have to go.”

dark chocolate // bind

milk chocolate // slow dancing

coconut cake // card game

fudge // “it’s too late.”

toffee // tongue-tied

glazed donut // “stay.”

cupcake // toxic

cafe con leche // first date

gingersnap cookie // rumors

cheesecake bar // sharing dessert

fruit tart // “don’t give me that look.”

cinnamon roll // wrist kiss

churro // choke

licorice // argument

mocha latte // fake dating or marriage of convenience

tiramisu // breakup

lemon bar // secrets

scone // betrayal

sorbet // “don’t leave.”

brownie // blush

chocolate mousse // “i can’t do this right now.”

jelly bean // kneel

lollipop // neck kiss

peppermint // nightmare

lemon drop // confession

cotton candy // possessive

marshmallow // lingering touch

jawbreaker // “move.”

taffy // “open your mouth.”

candy necklace // praise

gumdrop // “did i tell you to stop?”

shortbread cookie // slap

cobbler // “we’re in public.”

frozen yogurt // only one bed

angel food cake roll // late night drink

items on the special menu | ✨🍬 new 🍩✨

banana bread // “say my name.”

cake pop // massage

funnel cake // hopeful

sugar cookie // precious

donut hole // straddle

popsicle // desire

sponge cake // taste

peanut brittle // inside joke

gingerbread cookie // “need help with that?”

ice cream sundae // strip

palmier cookie // dream

blan manje // control

key lime pie // starlight

muffin // “i’ve never done this before.”

nougat // punishment

oatmeal raisin cookie // “behave.”

neapolitan rose cake // enemies to lovers

red velvet cupcake // shower

strawberry shortcake // reunion

anmitsu // first love

creme brulee // revenge

arroz con dulce  // push

springtime beignets & berries // dinner

ice cream cake // “don’t cover your mouth, i want to hear you.”

brown sugar pound cake // champagne

peach turnover // sunrise

rum cake // rest

affogato // devious

tembleque // “don’t stop.”

pastelito de guayaba // cuddle

cream puff // “shut the hell up.”

buñuelo // erratic

items on the secret menu:

one piece

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

obey me

other fandom *  — just ask and i’ll let you know if i write for them

(only choose one character per request, please and thank you).

[ladymochawrites]

CRK x !READER HEADCANONS AND MINI FANFIC REQUESTS

as of now, I am taking small requests. please be patient as I can be busy at times. I’m trying my best to be active here and I’ll do my best to fulfill all requests. I decided to pitch in the bandwagon as well because reading crk hcs and fanfic gave me that idea to do so!

Not the best when it comes to writing stuff like this. Just as long as you’re comfortable with the topics listed here, I will do them on your behalf! (: all crk characters are depicted to be 18+ (THIS IS NOT FROM THE ACTUAL FRANCHISE ITSELF, NOR IT IS NOT CONFIRMED, BUT JUST A HC)

these are the following crk characters that I’ll be able to do:

- Espresso***

- Madeleine***

- Red Velvet**

- Almond

- Latte

- Black Raisin

- Licorice

- Café Mocha (my cookie sona)

- Sparkling

- Herb

- Clover

- Mint Choco

- Vampire

- Eclair (NEW)***

- Dark Choco (NEW)

- Purple Yam (NEW)

Pairings

- canon x reader

- canon x canon

- canon x reader x canon

- canon x mocha

- canon x mocha x reader

- mocha x reader

These are the topics that I’m willing to do and that I’m comfortable with if you guys are too:

- smut

- fluff

- soft

- yandere (preferably soft)

- death

- sensitive topics (self-harm, angst, etc.)

- poly relationships

- platonic relationships (womance and bromance)

DEFINITELY WILL NOT DO:

- incest

- r@pe

- pedophilia

✨ please fill free to send a message through my inbox! not sure if I have the “ask” option available on my page since I’m still not used to the features and how to enable them on tumblr! thanks guys (: I will be pinning this on my page.

[wordynerdygurl]

Sticky, Sweet

Author’s Note:  I’m so pleased to tell you that this is the first of my 1000 Followers Requests!  Again, how do 1000 people like me enough to read my words?  I don’t know!!  But I love you all!   Also, bless my beta - @sammy-jo1977​ ... she lets me drag her to hell and back, and goes willingly.  Lots of Love, lady! Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader, appearances from many of the Avengers Tower residents Summary:  This was requested by the amazing, adorable and always supportive @alexakeyloveloki​ ... As I hit my milestone, she was having a birthday, and this, I hope will be a gift she’ll enjoy.  You deserve it girl! The request was:  One with Loki and a Curvy Reader where she works in the Tower, maybe the canteen, and people are mean to her and Loki likes her for some odd reason and... smut ensues. I did make some changes, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way, @alexakeyloveloki​ !! Warnings:  This one might give you a toothache!  There’s smut, but it’s sweet!

“Uh, yes.  Might I trouble you for a chocolate croissant and… a cappuccino, large, please.”

You knew the owner of that voice without raising your eyes.  Today he was wearing charcoal grey slacks with straight creases all the way down.  A shirt, starched, bright white, with rolled back sleeves revealing the articulate length of his forearms.  All of his dark locks were gathered over his open collar in a low man bun, which is something you had laughed at other men for doing.  Somehow, the tall, trim man in front of you was making it work in a way that made your mouth water.

Flashing him a megawatt smile, full of promise, “My pleasure!  Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No.  Thank you, though.”, warm and caramel sweet, his response made you melt.

Clearing your throat, struggling to maintain some sense of composure, “A name… for the order?”

“Loki… that’s L, O, K, I…”, his own grin widening at the request.

You knew his name.  He’d been coming to your little dessert cart for months now and every time you asked, just like you did for all of your customers.  And each time he spelled out the letters for you, as if you were taking his order for the first time.  Handing back change only for him to drop it into the tip jar, you let your eyes linger over Loki just a moment more, enjoying the view.

Most of the visitors to Avengers Tower paid you little to no attention.  Outside of offering a cup of joe and a giant cookie, you had no bearing on the day to day business of the super hero syndicate, and that was just fine by you.  Everyone else?  They all had important things to do.  Meetings and appointments were near constant as apparently saving the world took a lot of planning.  And, thankfully, a lot of coffee, danish and muffins.

Of all your customers, the actual, swear to God heroes were the most colorful.  They were also the most loyal of your clients, stopping in at least daily, although, there were occasions where you would see Wanda two or three times in a day.  Especially if you had made those little mille-feuille stacks that reminded her of home.

Thor would buy out your stash of jelly donuts, to the chagrin of the office workers in line behind him, but then divvy them up as a way of apologizing.  Ms. Romanoff had a tendency to whisper her order, lest anyone realize her secret desire for a sinfully sweet White Chocolate Mocha with whipped cream.  Captain Rogers?  His routine was the most straight-forward.  Black coffee, ma’am, Blueberry muffin, thank you so much.

Loki, from the start, had been different.  Unlike Mr. Stark, Loki looked you in the eye when placing his order.  He never seemed distracted by the technology buzzing around or the high ranking officials clustered in these hallowed halls.  Loki also didn’t order 12 shots of espresso, steamed skim milk, no foam, and one donut hole.  No, that was Tony to a t.

But Loki?  This giant guy, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, always ordered your daily special.  Frilly pink cupcakes, jam filled eclairs, fruity hand pies, Loki had tasted them all.  And he still turned up, day after day, eager and kind.  That had to mean something, right?

Honestly, it was the pinnacle of your day when, looking up from the grinder, you’d see him towering majestically over the office drones all in a row.  Knowing that smooth voice would soon be speaking to you, even if it was just to get a snack on the run, was almost enough.  Almost.

Letting your gaze linger after Loki’s retreating figure, you got lost in a daydream, one where you were making Loki coffee in your kitchen.  His lengthy legs tucked under your tiny table, a tray of fresh cookies in front of him as he read, sometimes with his shirt on… sometimes without.  Feeling your cheeks warm up at the image, you shook your head, ready to refocus on the caffeine craving customers still in line.

As closing time drew near, you began the daily task of cleaning up your cart.  Sweeping, wiping, sterilizing, washing, drying.  There was a rhythm to it all and you often found yourself entrained in the work, as usually there were few distractions at this time of day.  

“Excuse me?”  

Spinning, surprised, you barely kept hold of the carafe in your hands as you spotted Ms. Pepper Potts standing at your kiosk, “Oh gosh!  I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

Waving away your worry, Pepper took a moment to introduce herself properly before getting down to business, “I was wondering if you had ever considered catering before?  You were highly recommended by a colleague and I am looking for assistance with an event we're hosting in a few weeks.  What I really need is someone to help with an after hours sort of thing.”

Your heart leapt in your chest, thumping wildly, threatening to bust out of your chest.  Now, you’d be lying if you said that expanding your business wasn’t part of the dream.  Always hopeful that your little cafe cart could somehow be expanded into a little sweet shop or bistro bakery, you had been hard at work for the last two years, slinging lattes and refining recipes until the right moment arrived.

When you said as much to Ms. Potts, her gracious smile lit up, “Then this, my friend, is that moment.”

Details were exchanged, pricing negotiated, plans put in place.  In ten days you were going to be providing The Avengers and their guests with pastries, cookies, coffee and tea.  There was a select menu so that you wouldn't be running around like crazy, which would make prep time easy, but Pepper had told you to be creative.  In short, you were getting your shot and the excitement of that put you on cloud nine.

As you had arranged with Ms. Potts, while the guests attended one of Mr. Stark’s lavish galas downtown, you were given access to the Avengers Suite near the top floors of the tower.  Seeing the building, well past your normal 5:00 pm, was energizing.  Getting to sneak a peek at where the most important people working here spent their days was overwhelming, but you were giddy at the prospect.

In a sweet spot, just inside the expansive glass doors which led to the sky rise patio, you set up your display.  Feeling pretty proud of yourself, you only had to wait a few minutes before the elevator dinged on the first arrivals, including the host and hostess for the night.  "Here we go!", whispering to yourself, you took an anxiously excited breath.

It was hard not to get wrapped up in the glitz of it all.  Tony Stark, wearing a plum colored tuxedo, had his Rolex draped arm around Pepper.  She was stunning in her black column gown, purple jewels at her throat and ears, the perfect counterpoint to Tony’s ensemble.  You struggled not to stare.

More people filtered in, some went to the bar, where champagne popped regularly.  A few grabbed frosty glasses of fresh beer.  And for a time you thought you were invisible among all the glamour around you.  Honestly, you were surrounded by the type of people who graced magazine covers and had in depth chats with Oprah.  That wasn’t you by a long shot.

Then, of course was the difference in your shape and size compared to the elegant group assembled for the evening.  You certainly weren’t as stately as Ms. Potts, nor as thin as Ms. Romanoff because she was trimmer in hip and bust.  Carol, stately and graceful, was a sheet of well hewed muscle.  All of them shone tonight, regal and lovely, while you wore your best black pants and white button down, the uniform of catering professionals world wide.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, temping your coffee pot, your mind churned.  There was no shaking the idea that even though you had been invited here, hired to be here, you were woefully out of place.  And just as your confidence was at its lowest, you heard it… or rather, him.

"Um… yes.  May I have… well… I don't know what to have.  Normally you have something special prepared."

Even over the din of chatter and softly played music you heard his baritone register.  A little flustered, disarmingly charming, Loki’s buttercream smile triggered your own.  Laughing, lifting a small tray towards Loki, "I am keeping it simple tonight.  These here are individual peach melba pies, topped with homemade whipped cream."

"And, what’s that?"  Looking like a little kid, ready to tear into a birthday present, Loki's face lit up with anticipation of what you might be hiding under the cover of a chafing dish.

"Mocha mini-cheesecakes, or-" Here you lifted the silver lid of your best party dish, "-my grandmother's chocolate chip cookies!  What would you like, Loki?"

Hearing his name in your lilting voice, Loki couldn't avoid the hot blush that rolled over him, turning his cheeks pink.  As if your delicious snacks weren't enticing enough, the way your shirt buttons could barely contain the bounty of your bosom made Loki's hunger real in a different way.  It was true that Thor had plied him with a great deal of Asgardian mead at the gala, even as the others drank up the less potent Midgardian spirits, all getting well past tipsy.

And maybe that's why he felt so bold, flirting with you casually, teasing you about your treats.  Also, he was shamelessly ogling your rounded ass in those tight black pants as you bent to retrieve a napkin.  Deep down, Loki longed to know if you tasted as sweet as your sugary confections.  Would you be slick like syrup?  Sticky like cinnamon buns?  Dark and delicious like chocolate fudge?

Shaking those long locks, which you couldn't help noticing were down and free tonight, Loki was struggling to decide among your snacks.  If his thoughts were lustful, your own weren't too far behind, because it was hard not to appreciate the fine figure in front of you.  At some point Loki had shucked his tuxedo jacket and the slim black bow tie that accompanied it.  Again his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows making him casual and cool, red cheeked and rambunctious.  Never had Loki seemed so at ease.

There was virtually no one else around, most of the remaining people were clustered by Clint at the piano singing show tunes, oblivious to you and Loki.  Looking from left to right, leaning in conspiratorially, "Ya know… I could let you have one of each, then you wouldn't have to decide."

Those dark brows arching, bright eyes smiling shrewdly, "You'd do that… for me?"

“That and more.”  It tumbled out of your mouth unbidden, your eyes widening in surprise at your own admission.

Leaning against your table, a lascivious smile on his face, “Do tell.”

And in the low light of the Avengers’ loft, with the soft smell of sugar filling the air, you felt yourself drawn to Loki’s aura.  Biting into your bottom lip, looking at him through your thick lashes, “Um… well… I could make you a little snack bag.  Ya know for later tonight…”

“Later tonight… I really like the sound of that.”  And to his unending surprise, Loki really did.  Maybe he’d find out about your favorite flavors in the dark of night, under the covers in his bed.  And if not, if he was somehow mistaken about your interest in him, then Loki would welcome some little cake that would make him think of you while he sat in his solitary room, brooding over you.

He shouldn’t have worried.  Genuinely smiling, Loki was beyond grateful to see the same look of desire reflected in your own face.  As you busied yourself packing up the little box of selected snacks for the sweet toothed stud, a voice called out, "Lokes!!  Get over here!!  Thor says you can dance and I need proof!"

Wavering slightly, Loki ducked his head in the direction of Sam Wilson's shout, not entirely eager to end your chat.  He was worried that somehow the sugar spun bubble you two were in would burst, and that, well that just couldn't happen.  Conspiratorially, invading your space across the narrow table, "I will be back.  Please, don't go away?"

Feeling like a movie heroine, you felt yourself nod, giggling a little at the spectacle of Loki's clear need.  In the glimmering low-lights, under the clink of champagne flutes and husky hum of conversations, Loki wanted to spend his time with you.  It was surreal and surprising, but you wanted him too.  There was no shame in that, right?

Glued to the spot, feet unmoving, Loki wouldn't leave until you said, "Go on, then.  Show me what you've got.  I'll be right here."

With a cocky grin, Loki loped toward the waiting circle of people and the makeshift dance floor.  Tinny, tinkling piano music was replaced by electronica, pumping through Tony's beyond state of the art sound system.  It felt like you were inside the speaker, thumping and bumping, in time with the dance hall beat.

What a sight!  You guessed it shouldn't have been so surprising, but seeing Loki, normally so reserved in your daily interactions, grinding and bouncing to the rhythm… it made you feel things.  Pulse pounding, deep sighing, clenching your muscles things.  Sexy things.

You could have stood there, enchanted from afar, for hours.  And you would have too, if Thor hadn't stumbled to your stand, nearly toppling the table with his unsteady bulk, "Oof!  A thousand apologies, my dear sweet bakery maiden."

Diverting your attention, you quickly stepped back into vendor mode, "No trouble!  No trouble at all!  What can I get for you?"

"Well, I have been wondering, what did my brother get a taste of that made him smile so wide?  It must have been a truly delicious nibble."  Thor, mimicking a mouse nibbling at cheese, was clearly past the point of sobriety.  

Turning thoughtful for a second, you realized Loki hadn't eaten anything of yours tonight… at least not yet.  So it had been your easy back and forth that made the frosty boy happy.  Smiling secretively,  suddenly supremely pleased, "Um… I have some special items this evening.  Would you like to try a peach pie?"

Blowing a raspberry, rolling his eyes, "Did Loki like it?"

"He hasn't tried it yet!  You'd be first!"  Trying to redirect the sloshed slab of man in front of you, offering the pastry up on a dainty napkin, it’s funny how quickly he snatches it from your hand.  Looking tiny in Thor's enormous paw, he devours it whole, swiping at the leftover crumbs on his chest.

"Delicious!  Another!"  Even shouting, Thor's voice doesn't crack through the party goers busting their moves. Sighing, you hand over another, only to watch it be gulped down without thought or consideration.

Spitting crust at you, Thor bows over the display you painstakingly built to showcase your wares, his weight making the table creak, "You know, my brother normally likes little women."

"Excuse me?"

Waving his hands, pontificating, "Small, shapely… you know the type!  Waifs.  Skinny, like him.  Narrow hips and-" attempting to whisper, "-tiny breasts."

Clearly, Thor was hammered, you knew that.  But what he was saying was just hard to hear.  You didn’t want to be compared to other women Loki had known, and you certainly didn’t want to hear that they were prettier, or smaller, or skinnier than you.  But your roller coaster ride of emotions was derailed when Thor slapped his hand on your table, making you jump.

"Now, you… you're a woman.  Strong, sturdy.  Could really ground him, you know?  Give him children worthy of Valhalla."

In his stupor, Thor couldn't read the warning in your expression.  Willing him to stop, shut up, go away with just your monosyllabic responses wasn't working.  But, alas, the Space God continued on, "It's all your sweets, you know?  Candy and cupcakes and… all those little… What do you call them?  The circles, fried and filled with jam?"

Flat, without feeling, "Donuts."

"Donuts!  Yes!"  Pausing for a breath, which you hoped would last all night long, Thor caught your eye.  "I approve.  Of the match… that is.  Loki has been alone too long.  He needs a thick woman to warm his bed, a fair, faithful filly to take-"

Thor's voice cut out, a thin line of shimmering red glowing around his throat, stopping his words.  You could still see his mouth moving but the sound was, thankfully, muted.  It was then that Wanda slunk close to Norse God, wide orb-like eyes full of knowledge, "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

Mumbling, struggling to sound bright as you gave too much attention to arranging cookies on the tray, "It's ok."

Her delicate hand rested on your own, "No it isn't.  Thor's a buffoon when he's downed too many bottles of mead.  I hope he didn't say anything too… unpleasant."

Waving her off, working hard to regain your composure, "Naw… it's fine… Thank you, though."

Thor, shrugging off Wanda's limited charm, "What's the big idea?  I was telling this lady that my brother likes her!  Her ample bosom, her gracious bum… and he always talks about her tasty cakes!"

Steve, sidling up at the first sign of trouble, grabbed Thor's arm, "Come on buddy.  Time for bed."

"But!  I am not tired!  I want more pie!  And mead!"

Wanda, rolling her eyes, "May I have another?  For the road?"

Quickly wrapping up a few of your crusty delicacies, you handed them over, now eager for the night to end.  It seemed tarnished somehow, spoiled by Thor's observations, like an unrisen souffle.  Glancing at the clock, you were amazed at the time!  It was late even for a late night event and you began packing up regardless of the people still partying their evening away.

You were hoping for a quick departure.  Seamless, silent, without distracting anyone, including a certain raven haired hottie.  No one would notice if you snuck away now, you were sure, and you had already fulfilled your obligation to Pepper.  In fact, with Thor's little outburst, you were well over your allotted time.  And, you reasoned, Loki could find some small little twig, more to his taste, if you weren't there to distract him.

That thought made your throat burn and your eyes water as you quietly broke down your area.  Even now you could see him, a head above everyone else, spinning with a smile on his face.  Loki looked so at ease, you refused to be the wet blanket on his good time.  Besides, flirting was one thing, but Loki wasn’t yours and you were old enough not to be crushed by a crush.

With one last, longing look over the assembled Avengers, you bumped your bottom into the exit door, shuffling toward the service elevator.  As the doors closed, shutting out the jubilation inside, you slumped against the wall.  How could you think Loki would want you?  

Having spent a significant amount of the late evening busting a move, Loki had managed to keep one eye on you most of that time.  Noticing Thor bumble your way, he was nervous about what his brother might say, but Natasha had challenged him to a dance off.  How could he resist?

By the time Loki stopped to catch his breath and collect his cookies, you were gone.  Vanished.  The only trace of you?  A small, golden box, stuffed with your divine delicacies.  Loki needn't see the name scrolled on the label to know it was for him.

But like Cinderella, you had fled and Loki had no way to find you.  Sinking his heart, Loki clutched the box, padding away to his room and the solitude of silence.  At least he had your thoughtful gift of goodies to keep him company.  It was almost enough.  Almost.

For all the numerous things The Avengers were good at, it was a non-hero who observed Loki slide away, sad and silent.  Never one to let a party end on a low note, a new plan was formed to unite the Trickster and the Treat Maker.  But it would need time to rise, like decadent cinnamon rolls, and like those sticky sweet buns, would be totally worth the wait.

When Monday dawned, you loaded up your goods and trudged to work.  For the first time since starting your business venture your heart wasn't in it.  Not when you plated blueberry buckle with lavender scented whipped cream, not when you swirled almond milk into fresh brewed coffee, not when you bagged cheesy bagel bites.

And it was, apparently, to be a day of firsts.  Because this was the only day that Loki failed to make an appearance at your stand since you’d opened.  Thor, pushing people aside, had made a point of apologizing for his behavior.  It was kind and honest, yet, hollow since it didn't make Loki materialize in your line.  But you appreciated it, nonetheless.

Before long, the day was done, your cleaning ritual initiated, your mind wandering.  That it circled back to a certain blue eyed mischief maker over and over wasn't shocking.  Where had Loki been?  Had you driven him off?  Would he come back tomorrow?  

"Ahem… Excuse me!"

Squealing, you dropped the tray you'd been wiping with a clanking clatter, "Miss Potts!  You startled me!"

"I didn't mean to!", stooping to hand you back your platter, she lifted her smart eyes to yours.

"I know… I'm so sorry!  I've been… a little off today."

Shrewd, searching, Pepper looked you over, "You're not the only one."

Laughing nervously, “Oh?  Who else is having a tough Monday?”

“A friend… listen, I wanted to thank you for the other night. It was really wonderful having your exceptional snacks at the ready.”

Allowing yourself a small smile, nibbling your lip nervously, “The pleasure was all mine.”

Pepper, shifting on her high heels, “I’d like to hire you again.”

“Really?”  Snapping your head up at the offer, you were a little surprised by her request.  Even though that night hadn’t ended the way you had hoped, necking with Loki like a teenager after prom, it had still been a lucrative evening for your little start up company.  But so soon?

“Yes! This is a smaller event.  Actually, more of a date than anything.  This Friday evening.  Would you be free?”

Grabbing your phone, confirming the date on your calendar, “It works for me!  What time were you thinking?”

Blinking, Pepper took a minute to contemplate before answering, “Let’s say seven.  Upstairs, on the outdoor deck?”

“That sounds great, Ms. Potts!  How many people are you expecting?”, making notes, head down you missed her gentle smile.

“Just two.”

That made you giggle.  So, it was a night of romance with Tony she was after.  Flashing your benefactor a knowing smirk, “Sounds lovely.”

“I hope it will be!”

You didn’t see Loki all week.  There was rumor going around the tower that he was off on a mission somewhere, very hush, hush.  Your limited intell was gained only because of Thor’s inability to lower his booming voice while waiting for a croissant on Tuesday morning.

It got easier.  Not seeing him in your daily line, not giving him his cappuccino, not buttering his scone.  By Friday you finally felt like Loki was out of your system, which was a good thing, because you knew Ms. Potts was expecting you to knock it out of the park tonight.

“Things are going to be a little different for this evening, if that’s ok.  I thought you could set out your dessert courses here, on the counter, and we’d have someone bring them out to the patio area.”

Unafraid to go the extra mile, you were quick to volunteer, “I’d be more than happy to act as a server if-”

Talking over you, “Oh no, dear!  I have someone for that already.  Really, all you have to do is make sure your treats are in order.”

Slightly crestfallen, but always a good sport, you agreed.  As she’d requested, you had prepared three special desserts for the night, hoping you covered all of Tony’s favorite flavors.  First, lemon cake with a cracked sugar glaze and fresh raspberry sauce to garnish.  Next would be the white chocolate cheesecake studded with plump blueberries and piles of fresh vanilla flavored whipped cream.  Last, and perhaps most importantly, was your personal favorite, tiramisu.  Simple, delicious, and perfect with a strong cup of espresso.

Clapping her hands, Pepper was so pleased at the thought you had put into each plate, “Wow, does this look amazing!  There’s really only one other thing that we need for this.”  

Wiping a stray stripe of sauce from the plate, a piping bag cupped in your hands, you lifted your head, “What’s that Ms. Potts?”

“Why, you of course.”

Stalling in midair, you slowly lowered the tool of your trade, wiping your sugary fingers on the seat of your jeans.  “I’m right here!  What can I do to help?”

Coming around the island now, Pepper drew close enough to take your hands in her own, “You’ve already done it.  Tonight is my way of saying ‘Thank You’... and I hope you’ll accept a small gift as a token of my appreciation.”

As the last word hung in the air between you, the lift doors parted, and Loki stepped into the room.  

Pepper had summoned him, asking only that he arrive on time and not “look a mess”.  Since Loki had never been anything less than elegant in all things, he had no intention of breaking that streak this evening.  If only he knew what to dress for?

So, he split the difference, going for casual cool.  A jet black polo shirt, unbuttoned, clung to him like a second skin, caressing every muscle.  Black trousers and a black belt made him look dangerously seductive as he sauntered closer with each step.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him.  Missing Loki all week made seeing him like this stupefying.  Fuzzy brained and dull minded, you weren’t capable of wrapping your head around what was happening.

“Pepper?  What… what is all this?”  Loki’s husky baritone questioned the set up, your presence, the pretense.  At least you weren't the only one who was confused.

Pulling you along, Pepper maneuvered you next to him, “Loki, It’s all arranged.  Dessert by candlelight, under the stars… FRIDAY, start my Date Night playlist.”  The strains of “In the Still of the Night” by the Five Satins filled the air.

It was right then that Loki got it.  The strange summons, the dress code, the secrecy.  He knew why you were here, with your bespoke baked goods, looking like a snack yourself.  Pepper had listened when Loki recommended you for the first gig, and somehow she had heard the unspoken recommendation of his heart.  A rush of feeling flowed over him at the idea.  

Looking sheepish and flustered, Loki caught your eye, “Hello.”

“Hi…”, bashful yourself, you struggled not to look too giddy.

“See, you’re already on your way.  Have a good night kids!”  

You and Loki stood there, staring, until the click of Pepper’s heels on the marble had faded away.  This is  awkward, you thought, unsure of what to do next.  Here with the man you wanted, you weren’t entirely sure what to do, but luckily for you, Loki knew how to take charge, “Shall we?”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Loki led you to the open deck where a small bistro table was waiting, already set for the two of you.  Pulling out your chair, Loki made sure you were comfortable before taking his own seat at your side, as opposed to across the table.  It was a cozy and romantic scene.

The song shifted.  Now The Platters crooned, “Only You”, and your hand was itching to grab Loki’s under the table.  Before you could, Pepper’s hired server for the evening brought your first plate, and a bottle of Prosecco.  

So far, neither of you had really spoken.  Words seemed too difficult to use when the situation was so formal.  And yet, it really was lovely of Ms. Potts to do this for you… and for Loki.

“Did you make all of this?”

Picking up your fork, giving Loki a small nod, “Yea… I thought Pepper was planning a date night with Tony.  I had no idea that this… any of this… was happening.  Did you?”

“No.  But, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.  She did hire you because of me.”

Taken aback by his admission, “Really?  Care to elaborate?”

Tucking into the lemony piece of heaven in front of him, Loki closed his eyes in bliss, “Hmm… that is delicious.  You are really so good at this!  And that, my purveyor of pound cake, is what I told Ms. Potts.”      

“Well, thank you!  I mean, I knew you liked me!”  

Hotter than opening your oven, a blast of heat swept over you, reddening your cheeks in shock.  Flustered now, you could barely speak, cursing yourself for letting your real feelings slip out like that unfiltered.  Mortified, you grabbed your glass, slugging half of it down in a second.

Loki’s fork froze, almost to his lips, as his own eyes widened.  Sighing, he placed the utensil, covered in lemon and raspberry deliciousness down gently.  Feeling his scorching gaze, you sat stock still, Loki’s wry whisper reaching you, “I do.  And I should have told you that before… before Pepper had to go to such great lengths to prove it.”

“But Loki… I’m just… I’m not…”  Stammering, you couldn’t quite find the best way to explain the reservations you had been carrying, the reasons Thor had so clearly defined.

“You are though.  You are so kind hearted… to everyone.  Even the dullards and bores.  I hear you, you know?  What you say, how you say it.  No one leaves your little station without being complimented, enlightened, enriched.  It is the best part of my day, coming down to see you… and taste whatever marzipan masterpiece you’ve graced us with.”

Starting to feel the bubbles of Prosecco in your brain, your lopsided smile spread at the emotion Loki expressed, “Loki… it’s the only thing that gets me through sometimes.  Seeing you, knowing that you’re in line.  And how cute you are when you spell out your name, like I haven’t written it a hundred times before.”

It was his turn to blush, “I knew that.  I knew it was adorable.”

Playfully pushing against his shoulder, you chuckled, “Loki!  That’s not fair!”

“Then you won’t like this, darling.”  

Catching your arms in his firm hands, Loki tucked your body into his, finding your mouth as you laughed at his antics.  Using his top lip to trap your own, Loki’s bottom lip gently parted, as the softness of his kiss blended into the lemon scented sweetness of his sigh.  His tongue, probing slowly, pressed between your lips stealing a shaky breath for Loki to treasure.

Rising, Loki’s hands cradled your cheeks, ensuring that you couldn’t break away from his kiss.  As if you wanted to!  Your own hands wandered, with one resting on the warm slope of his wide thigh and the other pressed against Loki’s broad chest.

Deepening the kiss, you pushed forward, nestling between Loki’s spread legs.  Trailing a hand along his hip, scooting closer, you moaned at the luscious texture of his tongue on your own.  When Loki pulled back, you followed, unwilling to break the beautiful bond your mouths had sealed.

Swallowing hard, unable to believe that he was really here with the flavor of your candy kisses filling his senses, Loki shook his head.  Seeing your own dazed expression made his heart soar.  He was going to have to write Pepper a thank you note or have you bake her a cake, because this was the best thing that had ever happened to the Prince of Asgard.

“Are you ready for the next course?”  The server, having popped out of the compound, was struggling to hide his own smug smile at the sexy little show you two had put on.

A new song started, the notes drifting through the air, making you smile.  Sam Cooke’s eternally youthful voice sang, “Cupid… draw back your bow…” and Loki slowly stood.  “Uh, please, hold the next one, if you don’t mind.”

Coming around behind you, offering you his hand, “Loki?  What are you doing?”

“What I should have done last week… Ask you to dance…?”   Voice brimming with hope, Loki quirked an eyebrow, anticipating your acceptance.

“About time.”  

Rumbling through Loki’s solid torso, his laugh greeted you as you fell into his arms easily, chuckling yourself.  It was so familiar and yet so different.  His hands rested over the curve of your back, pulling you tighter, controlling the sway of your hips.  Circling the delicate strength of his neck, your fingers teasing into those long locks of tousled hair, you let Loki take the lead.  

Tipping you back, over balancing you but still in control, Loki’s look was pure lust, “I apologize for running late.  I should have-”

Cutting in, husking into the shell of Loki’s ear, “Don’t.  We’re here now.  And besides, you were worth the wait.”

Squeezing you, putting every ounce of feeling into his hug, Loki found it hard to loosen his grip.  Now that he had the thing he wanted, he never wanted to be separated from it… you… ever again.  

Twirling you out, tugging you back in, as the song came to its close, Loki took the opportunity of dipping you low enough for your head to graze the ground below.  Breathless and giddy, you were lifted back to standing, clinging to the demi God before you.  Parting your lips, anticipating another of Loki’s kisses, your eyes fluttering closed, “Sir?  Madame?”  

Shifting his focus from your glossy, eager mouth to the server once more, Loki’s own giggle shining in his face, “My good man, please… just pack it all up!  We’re not staying.”

“We’re not?”  A hint of surprise colored your tone as you took in the ecstatic look on Loki’s face.

Nodding at you, “Nope.”

Waiting only a moment or two for a bag stuffed full of your goodies, Loki slung it over this wrist before taking your hand and leading you through the Tower’s maze of floors.  Of course, he stopped at almost every corner to sneak a peck, pat your tush or cage you against the wall so that his hips were flush against your own as he licked the soft spot under your ear.

“Hmmm… Loki… That feels so good.”  Mewling softly, your nails scratching into his scalp, as he swung open the door to his room.

Ushering you inside, Loki paused only to set his blistering, needy eyes on you once more, “We are not children, you and I.  If you want to wait, I will be patient… but, believe me, my darling little patisserie, when I say this:  I want you.  I want to devour you… I want to know if you’re as sweet as strawberry shortcake or tart like key lime pie.

“I need to see if you-” here he swallowed so hard his Adam’s Apple bobbed, “-sigh when I kiss you the same way you do when you slide a hot cup of tea over the counter.  Or how you’ll sound when you call my name in ecstasy.  Because I’ve already thought about these things a hundred times over.  While I wait in line for a moment of your attention or when I taste those lovely delicacies, you fill my thoughts.

“Do you always smell of vanilla and butter, I wonder.  Will my sheets be scented with marshmallow and marzipan?  Almond and cherry?”

Advancing on you now, hunger heating his look, “But just know, little one, if you do come to my bed, I will make sure it’s the last one you’ll ever need.”

Stepping closer, baiting the bear in him, you bit into your bottom lip, “Are you saying that everyone will know I belong to you… L, O, K, I… Loki?”

“My sweet, sweet thing.  That is exactly what I mean.”

In a flurry of movement, Loki swept you against his kitchen table, the wood strong and sturdy behind you.  Kisses, hot and happy melted you like butter, as Loki spread your legs to stand between them.  When you heard the sound of paper crumpling, “What’s that?”

“Oh!  Our to-go bag!  Your luscious desserts!”  Sounding slightly panicked, Loki quickly removed the items from inside the bag, before turning to you with a look that said trouble.

“What?  What’s that face?”  

“I’ve told you how much I fancy your food… and now you know how much I adore you... “

“Uh huh…”, still unsure about where this was going, your eyes followed Loki as he pulled your tub of whipped cream from the ruined sack.  Snapping off the lid, his long finger scooping out a big glob, only for Loki to brush the airy confection over your mouth.  

Licking the cream from your lips, Loki tongued the seam of your pretty pout, moaning at the burst of vanilla he tasted there, “I don’t know what’s more delicious, your frothy garnish or this mouth.”

“What if I want some, huh?”  Grabbing at Loki’s finger, the one he’d used to snag the sample with, you pulled it into the warm inlet of your mouth, sucking lightly.

Growling low in his throat at the erotic scene before him, Loki issued a command, “Bedroom.  Now.”

Sliding off the table, right into Loki’s space, “Bring the whipped cream though, ok?”

Clothes were shed in a rush.  Each piece unveiling soft skin and new places to explore, reminding you of a creme brulee’s hardened caramel layer.  The way you crack it open, revealing the cool custard beneath the scorched sugar crust, a gift unwrapped for all your senses.

By the time Loki lowered you onto his bed, he had already sampled swatches of your skin, leaving behind the marks of his possession.  His hands never seemed to stop.  First they were dusting over your shoulders, then across your thighs, next on your generous bottom, squeezing hard.

Sighing in contentment, you closed your eyes, lost in the moment of making love to Loki.  As he lay down over you, the press of his rigid planes met the soft curves of your figure, you wrapped yourself around him.  Tangling those rich, dark locks in your hand, forcing your mouths together, panting with shared passion.

Connecting with his hip, you slid your palm over the rise of his bottom, squeezing just a little, “You know, you have a great ass, right?”

Sucking against the ridge of your clavicle, Loki kissed over your jaw, “I do?”

“Oh yea… I watch you walk away everyday thinking, damn.  That ass.”

Brushing stray strands from your face, “That’s funny, because I think the same thing every time you bend over to get those little swizzle sticks for stirring coffee!”

Setting off a fit of giggles, the pair of you with arms and legs akimbo, laughed like children.  There was something so freeing about being naked and comfortable with the man beside you.  Quieting only when you heard the pop of the frosting bowl's lid coming off, you sucked in a breath as Loki lowered his lips to your waiting nipple.  

Playful and pleasing, he released you just long enough to sit back on his heels, surveying the state of you.  "Now, It's my turn."

"Your turn to what, exactly?"

"Decorate!"  Producing an assortment of sprinkles and frosting, sanding sugars and coconut shreds, caramel sauce and raspberry coulis as if from thin air, Loki grinned at you wickedly before setting to work.

For every place that was home to a dollop of icing or a squirt of sauce you were licked, nibbled, nuzzled or bitten.  As Loki worked lower, you squirmed in anticipation, as your pastry chef in training sucked your inner thigh free of chocolate fudge.  Before you could prepare, Loki's tongue parted your slippery center, making you call out, "Oh!  Yes, Loki!"

Parting your swollen sex, circling your stiffened bud, Loki lapped at your sensitive skin gently.  His fingers, long and reaching, stroked into your sticky channel, stretching you sweetly.  Rocking against Loki's oral affections, the beginning of bliss burning in your belly, you gripped him tightly seeking release.  

For his part, Loki needed no encouragement.  Bringing you to the pinnacle, alternately sipping at your slick core, and sucking on your sweet pearl was making Loki ache with want.  Even when you pulled at his onyx locks, inner thighs trembling, struggling to stave off your peaking pleasure, Loki only worked harder, "Don't hold back.  We've already wasted too much time!"

"Uh huh… um… shit… Loki…"  mumbling was the most you could do as you felt a third finger enter you, widening you, readying you.  It was enough.  Cumming hard against him, stiffening and then softening like taffy, you gave yourself over to the pleasure Loki provided.  

Smacking his lips lewdly, licking his fingers, "I knew it… I knew you'd be delectable."

Grinning broadly, happy and satisfied, "Am I gonna get a taste?  You're not the only one with a sweet tooth, ya know!"

"Only when I've had my fill… and I'm not close to being finished, darling!"

Sticky, sweet and satiated, you and Loki lay in each other's arms smiling.  He'd asked about a gift for Pepper and you were already planning a cupcake basket for your matchmaking mentor.  You had just licked the last of your lemon curd from his abs, curling into his side, "I need a shower."

"Oh, yes!  Let's do that!"  Rising, dragging you with him, Loki could picture you under the steaming water, begging him to please you.  He liked that idea!

"And after…"

Pausing to look at you, "After?"

"Can you find me something salty to snack on… ya know, for a change?"

Pressing a kiss to your hand, Loki flashed you that megawatt smile, "Absolutely, darling.  Absolutely."

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eclair cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (15/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; eclair cookie

outline ; “Underrated Character Saturday request!

Eclair smut hcs

i confirm that i am over 18, i don't really like sharing my age online so i hope thats alright”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

he’s a submissive leaning switch but can be dominant if you ask it of him

he’s also an incredibly obedient bottom who strives for your praise and affection

coincidentally has a substantial praise kink

prefers to keep sex as a private activity, but if you push him enough he’s not above dragging you into the nearest cupboard or just fucking you in his office

he’s actually really into experimenting in the bedroom but will insist that you both engage in some thorough research beforehand

related to the above point, he’s been known to propose recreating the positions and kinks explored in some of the riskier tomes he’s found during his shifts at the museum

gets far too flustered to exchange risky photos or have phone sex, but he’ll happily sext — and he’s startlingly good at dirty talk over text (given how flustered he gets when trying to do anything like that in person)

he has extremely sensitive nipples and any sensation to them is sure to have his back arching and his head falling back

he tends to be very quiet in bed, at most letting out some breathy moans and airy gasps — but if you’ve asked him to be dominant he might be a bit more vocal to ensure that you’re okay with what he’s doing

can’t keep a straight face to save his life, so if you try to give him a hand job/blowjob under his desk or whilst he’s on the phone then there’s no way the other party (or parties) don’t know what’s going on

is less flustered by seeing you completely nude than he is when seeing you in ‘sexy’ clothes — it’s the showmanship that he enjoys most

he didn’t necessarily have a lot of recent experience before the two of you got together, but he did have a few flings and short relationships when he was in university

loves positions where he can see your facial expressions as he finds the way you look in the moment to be extremely erotic

he’s about average in length and just slightly thicker than average, a comfortable size to take in any hole that you want him in

he’s a big believer in making sure you’re both completely saturated with pleasure before you actually have sex, so the two of you have a lot of very exciting foreplay

he has a very high libido but tends to take care of himself or ignore it more often than he comes to you for help because he feels a bit embarrassed about how easy it is for him to get aroused

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Hey bestie I wish to request for a nsfw espresso x fem curvy/chub S/O you catching me lackin today and that’s it

B E S T I E! When you made me blush on Discord I almost screamed 😭

Espresso Cookie with an Fem! Curvy / Chubby S/O

•First off for Espresso, he fucking loves your thighs. He’ll squish, kiss and knead on your dough

•Essie loves eating you out, he loves sucking and eating your clit, your nectar is very irresistible to him

•”Atta girl, moan for me. Beg for me to be inside of you~”

•Espresso fucking loves your hips. He’ll apologize if he bruises your hips. He’ll kiss the bruises on your hips as an apology.

•Loves fucking you in doggy style / side ways. He loves when your crying in pleasure.

•Your nickname to him is Essie and His nickname to you love heart

•”Are you my cock whore? Of course you are, keep your mouth shut or my landlord will come~”

•Espresso loves when he cums on your body, especially if it drips down onto your thighs

•Aftercare with him, lots of snuggles and coffee scented bubble baths

[carodrugficrecs]

Chapters: 6/6

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Ouyang Zizhen, Luo "Mian Mian" Qingyang, Wen Ning | Wen Qionglin, Wen Qing (Módào Zǔshī)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Pining, Getting Together, Baker LWJ, Nurse WWX, Zizhen in a STARRING ROLE, Bunnies With Bad Names, Elaborate Descriptions of Delicious Baked Goods, Frottage, Eventual Smut, SexyBakingTime

Series: Part 1 of Bichen Bakery

Summary:

Lan Wangji patiently described each item to this Wei Wuxian as he carefully packed them into boxes, lined up neatly next to the napoleons, giving quick details about the plum macarons, the maple eclairs, and the salted caramel palmier cookies.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened further with each description, until his head sank down onto the arms he'd folded against the counter, a groan escaping his mouth.

“Stop, please,” he said. “This all sounds so good I’m worried I’ll dive face-first into the boxes the moment I step out of here...have mercy and tie those boxes extra tight, won’t you?”

And if Lan Wangji was a little generous with his packing, already having made up his mind to provide double what the man had asked for at no additional charge….well, that was because it was the end of the selling day, and these pastries were all going to a team of well-deserving healthcare workers.

No other reason.

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or; nurse wwx runs into lwj's bakery one evening and then...just keeps coming back

[everlarkficexchange]

Feast Your Eyes - Chapter 3

by: @lovely-tothe-bone

Written by: @ra3lynn3 @savvylark @lovely-tothe-bone

Prompt 91: Peeta as the tatted, ex-rocker owner of bakery chain (like in in DC-Balto area called dangerously delicious pies). Katniss is an attached (engaged or otherwise unavailable) food critic or reporter doing a piece on him but she and P can’t deny the attraction. Angst and such ensue. [submitted by Anonymous]

Rating: M; later change to E

Warnings: References to child abuse, sexual innuendos, eventual smut

A/N: Surprise! Happy Friday! Here is the rest of Everlark’s Meet Ugly to kick off the weekend. It’s a lot more fun, and will probably make a lot more sense, if you read Chapter 2 again ; ) If you haven’t read any of FYE yet there is a link on Ch 2 to Ch 1. I want to thank @savvylark who had a fairly heavy hand in writing the actual dessert tasting. She took my fragmented descriptions and dialogue and created flowing structure. It was amazing how with such broken, random sentences she somehow knew what my brain couldn’t translate to the page. Together we tweaked and tweaked it to perfection, even up to last night! Her and @ra3lynn3 are absolutely amazing, I feel very lucky to be creating this with them.

Regaining her senses, she shoved her trembling hand into his large warm rugged one.

“Katniss Everdeen. Thank you for finally showing up.” She was not going to let him off the hook, no matter how attractive he looked.

Peeta’s cheeks flushed, “My apologies, I was held up at a bakery sponsored event.”

Katniss was vaguely aware that his voice resembled the one from the phone calls but struggled to reconcile what she had just witnessed of him with the kind way in which he spoke.

“Do you normally make a habit of overbooking yourself?” Katniss remarked.

“Not if I know a woman so charming as yourself is involved.” Peeta laughed lightly and winked at the silver eyed beauty.

“Mr. Mellark let’s –”

“Peeta.”

“Fine, Peeta,” she enunciated through clenched teeth. “I generally record my interviews, so if you could just sign this release form, stating you’re ok with that, we can finally get started.” Katniss tossed the paper on the desk and plopped onto a chair, preparing the recording app.

“No problem. Fire away when you’re ready.” After signing Peeta leaned back and checked his phone as he rubbed a finger at his temple.

“How about you tell me what that entrance out there was all about?”

His eyebrows rose at the question, then he nodded in understanding. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” he queried with a hint of a smile.

Katniss shook her head, waiting for him to fill in the blank.

“I’m a musician, I played lead guitar in a band called Nightlock.” He paused waiting for any flicker of recognition. “We were regionally popular with a solid fan base all over Washington, which turned out to be incredibly beneficial when I moved forward with the bakery.” He explained.

“So that fanfare is part of your routine?” Katniss cocked a brow.

“Ah, no. I mean, that is a…ah…common reaction, yes.” He paused, rubbing at the back of his neck. Gone was the charismatic rocker she had been confronted with, the change unsettled her.

“I usually avoid the front as much as possible. I mostly handle special orders and events, plus teach skills to my employees. When I’m here I am locked away in my own world; measuring, mixing, kneading, icing, piping, sculpting, molding, painting.” Peeta’s cerulean eyes burned brighter as he spoke.

Still, Katniss refused to dismiss his display earlier. “Then why did you come through the front today? Trying to show off?”

“No!” Peeta denied with his hands stretched out. He shook his head and looked down with a laugh, “I misplaced my store keys.” He admitted.

“So how does this bakery run if the owner isn’t on time and can’t keep track of his keys?” She challenged. Katniss was all too familiar with this type of behavior, this pattern of thoughtlessness especially set her off.

“If you must know, I was swarmed by a herd of tiny children.” Peeta deadpanned.

Katniss scowled, “What does that have to do with either of those things?”

“Have you ever wrestled your way out of a mob of sugar high six-year old’s? I’m lucky to have made it out alive. Apparently, the store keys weren’t so lucky, they were discovered at the scene of the attack.” He chuckled.

Messalla’s voice interrupted them, “Freshest possible, boss.”  He slid two plates filled with warm samples of baked goods on to the desk. The bakery manager flashed Katniss a proud smile and walked back to the kitchen.

Katniss admired the various confections, longing to dive in after the forty minute delay.

“Look,” Peeta continued, “you just caught me on an off day. You wouldn’t be writing this piece unless Decadent had generated enough buzz to catch your interest, am I right?” She reluctantly tore her eyes away from the delicacies to give him a half hearted nod of agreement.

Peeta smirked, “So, I must be doing okay, especially if The Feast sees fit to do a special interest feature on my bakery and I, rather than the normal dessert spread?”

Katniss nodded again but refused to look him in the eye. She was letting her nerves over the assignment and her frustration with Thom wind her up, taking it out on Peeta. She drew in a slow deep breath, willing herself to give Peeta Mellark a chance, even if he was a smidge arrogant–.

Peeta nudged a plate closer to Katniss interrupting her thoughts, “You’re the food critic, now is your chance to find out that we aren’t famous for our motorcyclist ex rocker. I’ll let the desserts speak now.”

Katniss glanced up through her lashes and found him smiling patiently. She eyed the plate and decided to start with a bite of black forest cake. Before she could contain it, a low moan slipped out. Peeta snickered as she clapped a hand over her mouth.

“I guess that means you’re convinced I’m worth your time?” He leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face and laced his fingers together behind his head.

“Your wickedly delicious desserts are worth my time.” She corrected, swiping another bite of cake. “One delicious sample won’t earn your bakery a glowing review though, Pastry Man.”

Katniss froze, wondering where the words had come from and how it had sounded to Peeta but he was already moving on so she quickly dismissed the thought.

“Ok try this.” He handed her a portion of apple fritter, his fingertips grazed across her fingers as she scooped it up.

She pretended not to notice the tingling that unfurled where their hands brushed. She did notice Peeta’s concentrated gaze, Katniss foolishly suspected for a moment that he felt a thrill as well.

The journalist cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her resolve, “What else do you have for me to taste?”

At Katniss’s words Peeta gave her a look that revealed her double entendre. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to try to explain just what she meant but Peeta graciously began a rundown of all the treats, pointing out Decadent’s best sellers. “These cheese buns are always sold out before closing even though we make two batches per day.” The lightly seasoned buttered cheese bun seemed to dance over her tongue. Katniss’s delight was as evident as it was contagious.

Peeta bit his lip at her pleased expressions.

As colorful as they were fruity, the tarts did not disappoint, with just the right combination of sweet to tang. Katniss couldn’t believe how incredible each one was, like bursts of spring and summer. Since her hiring at The Feast Katniss had had more than her fair share of cupcake tastings but even these simple creations were impressive to her astute palette. The croissants were beyond ideal, the crispy flakes shattering to reveal tender insides. She nibbled muffin bits, surprised at the unique flavor nuances in even the typically mundane classics. On and on it went, every dessert morsel as scrumptious and unique as the previous.

This baker was especially innovative, possessing a keen and discerning palate for flavor harmonies. She reasoned that Peeta Mellark was in no need of attention and praise though, once the article was printed he would see the flattering words.

“Well now I know they don’t line up around the block just for a glimpse of that pretty face of yours.” She teased the baker, reluctant to admit her true thoughts.

“You think I have a pretty face?” Peeta bantered back, batting his eyelashes.

She scowled and rolled her eyes while Peeta laughed at her reaction.

“So what’s your favorite so far?” Peeta asked.

“The triple chocolate eclair, I could live off those.” She groaned. “And the cheese buns. It’s a crime for one person to be so talented.”

Peeta’s hand covered his mouth but Katniss did not miss the earnest smile barely covered by his fingers.

“I worked hard to learn my crafts, Katniss. None of this has come easy. I committed all my time to honing each skill I possess.”

Katniss considered him for a long moment then returned to her notebook to compose the last of her reviews.

“So why a bakery?” She asked around a mouthful of cinnamon roll, licking icing from her fingertips.

Peeta’s eyes flitted away just before a bright grin overtook his face, “Baking runs in my family, on my dad’s side. The Mellark’s have always owned a bakery.”

Peeta’s voice grew wistful as he handed her half a pizzelle, “I learned how to bake cookies before I learned how to read. A couple years ago the band was ready to retire. I was ready to get back to baking and everything just sorta lined up. I catered a few high-end events, the right people noticed and offered to help with the startup. Really, I couldn’t have done it without – “

A harsh buzz drowned out his words, his phone started to slide along the desk before he grabbed it.

Peeta’s eyes flashed alarm but he immediately schooled his features, then he was on his feet.

“I have to go. I need to leave right now.” Peeta scrambled around the office, shoved his arms in his jacket, yanked both gloves on, and snatched his keys.

“I am so sorry Miss Everdeen; please can we reschedule?” His gentle blue eyes pleaded.

Katniss nodded mutely, too stunned to respond.

“I’ll send you a message!” Peeta threw over his shoulder as he dashed out.

Peeta clenched his fists around the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He felt his rage building inside at the unfairness of it all. Eli was a child Peeta mentored, only 14, too young to suffer at the hands of the people he should have been able to trust.

“Home is supposed to be a safe place!” Peeta yelled to the empty seats in his vehicle.

No child should fear their own home. Peeta shook his head in disgust, at the injustice many foster children have dealt with, abuse in a foster home. Peeta had kept his cool as he filled out the report at the police station but on the drive home, privately, he was honest with his internal turmoil.

Eli came for his shifts the previous week at the bakery with several tell tale signs of physical abuse. Bruises in strange places, excuses that just didn’t fit, “I fell,” he remarked. “You know brothers,” he dismissed and “I’m just clumsy.” All excuses Peeta had heard before.

Excuses and lies that easily fell from Peeta’s own teenage mouth.

The young boy Peeta had taken under his wing wouldn’t admit any misconduct. Peeta asked further questions, only to be shut down. From his own experiences, Peeta knew he had to try a different approach. Unless the boy was willing to admit the truth it, it would have only broken the boy’s trust if Peeta called social services himself. He had to build that trust and earn Eli’s respect.

Peeta pleaded with the boy to tell his mentor if he was ever in trouble, without hesitation, Peeta would be there for him. Today Peeta had an especially terrible feeling in his gut. When Eli didn’t show up for his shift, he knew to keep his eye out for his phone. He didn’t want to cut the meeting short with the intriguing sweet and sour journalist, but when he received the ‘X’ sent from Eli’s phone, he knew what was more important.

With each of the teens Peeta mentored he had worked with them to set a plan in place. If they were to find themselves in trouble, they would send Peeta a text, a predetermined code. Peeta would pick them up when they needed help, ask questions later. Some of the kids chose to simply text an ‘X’  like Eli did.

As he drove, Peeta replayed the incident in his mind. The battered young boy, trying to hide his injuries, the pleading for mercy from his own foster parent, before Eli’s eyes met Peeta’s. The look of relief that Peeta saw wash over Eli brought a cold chill down Peeta’s spine.

It was all too familiar.

Peeta’s hands started to shake so intensely, he had to pull his car over.

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A Stress Relief: Captain Caviar Cookie x Blue Coral Cookie (Republic Sailor 2)

Story Description: “A Captain like yourself needs to relax~”

Pairing: Captain Caviar Cookie & Blue Coral Cookie

Warnings: Smut, Doggy Style, Oral Sex (Blue Coral Received), Pet Names

Note: I thought I would never get likes on Twitter (it was a mistake) now here it is! Also my version of Blue Coral is trans and uses He / They pronouns! Anyways enjoy~

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In the manor of House Oyster, tonight was something special, the 2 anniversary of Oyster Cookie of getting silvered up from alcohol. Almost everyone in the republic was there except for two cookies, Captain Caviar & Blue Coral, where are the two, well let’s say there in their shared apartment. As right now, Blue Coral was whimpering softly as they felt Caviar’s smooth but rough tongue on his clit, Blue Coral gripping the bed sheets tightly as he looked at Caviar with his reddish pink eyes.

“A-Aah. S-sir please stop teasing me~” Blue Coral as they lift his hips up for more friction.

Caviar injored the pleas of Blue Coral whining and whimpering, he slipped his tongue between the folds and sucking and gathering up any of Blue Coral’s nectar. Soft cries escape from Blue Coral’s lips as he moved his hips slowly, trying to get more of Caviar’s tongue on his pussy.

“S-sir p-please. I-I need more~” Blue Coral said as they kept moaning.

With Caviar looking up and wiping his mouth but slowly teasing Blue’s clit with his fingers. The soft moans turned to louder moans, their legs were shaking rapidly, Blue Coral gripped the bed sheets tighter almost ripping them, Caviar can see in Blue’s face he was close to his release, so he decided to rub their clit faster and rougher.

“Cum for me dear heart~”

With only that, Blue Coral released and squirted a little. Rubbing a little slower, he removed his fingers away, with Blue Coral catching his breath, he knew the rules and it’s to switch places with Caviar. Soon Caviar laid down and Blue Coral a little nervous but he did took a deep breath and pulled down Caviar’s pants, they still blush at Caviar’s size even how many times they had sex. Putting his pants and boxers on the side of the bed, Blue Coral climbed onto his lap and kissed him passionately, as the two continued the kiss, Blue Coral rubbed his wetness onto Caviar, so he won’t be going in dry. As they broke off the kiss, Blue Coral slowly sank himself onto Caviar’s member, tears came down from Blue Coral eyes as he looked at Caviar with a soft weak smile.

“Are ya alright?” Caviar asked as he rubbed Blue Corals sides trying to relax him.

Blue Coral only could nod, he was lost in thought of Caviar’s fat cock inside of him, about a couple minuets passed Blue Coral was finally relaxed as he moved his hips slowly then went faster. Soft moans escaped from Blue Corals lips as he looked at Caviar eyes and smiled, his pace went faster as he leaned down and kissed Caviar passionately and softly while Caviar slowly moved his hips upwards, with Blue Coral’s wetness it’s easier for him to thrust at the right spots and angles.

“A-Aah more please. Please sir I need you deeper~” Blue Coral said with lust.

Caviar only nodded and thrusted deeper, soft whines and cries escaped from Blue Coral’s throat, with his walls tightening around Caviar, he was close.

“Close already Dear Heart~”

Blue Coral nodded softly as he was blushing red but kissed Caviar’s neck, but which made Caviar smirk. He thrust harder and faster at the same time, more cries and whines escaping from Blue Coral. Without the warning, Blue Coral cum, milking Caviar’s cock with the last thrust, Caviar released himself inside of Blue Coral, releasing every drop of his seed inside of him. The thrusts slowed down more and more, once Caviar pulled out Blue Coral put their head on Caviar’s forehead, the two breathed heavily and smiled softly.

“Round two?” Caviar asked with a smirk.

Blue Coral gulped but he nodded, this is gonna be a long night….

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A Very Sensitive Kitty: Mulled Juice Cookie x Blue Coral Cookie (Republic Sailor Cookie 2)

Story Description: “Heh, someone is very sensitive~”

Pairing: Mulled Juice Cookie & Blue Coral Cookie

Warnings: Smut, Aphrodisiac Candies, Humiliation, Praise, & Pet Names

Note: This was suggested by my pal on Twitter! Blue Coral in this is a Neko and AMAB anyways enjoy!

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It was an boring evening, there’s nothing to do, his lover was still at the institute continuing his research on the new technology. With a soft sigh, Blue Corallooked around the shared room that the two shared but noticed a jar. The jar wasn’t there before, getting a closer look at the jar, it looked like candies. Why was Mulled Juice hoarding candy, was it something important or something special? Eh, one candy cant hurt right, opening the jar and taking not only one but two truffles and went back onto the bed.

Taking a small bite of the truffle, Blue Coral was very surprised! It didn’t taste like wine or whatever alcohol Mulled Juice drank, it had a rich dark chocolate richness, like damn why didn’t Mulled Juice became a candy maker? Eh whatever, once Blue Coral finished the truffles, he went to lay on the bed and take a quick nap. With his tail getting all fluffed and ears perking up, something was wrong especially down to his groin area. With his hips moving on their own and feeling the bulge in his pants, he had to get rid of the problem before Mulled Juice came home, as Blue Coral unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down towards his ankles, he grabbed his member from his boxers and groaned softly.

Being in heat and eating the candies didn’t help, maybe if he masterbates it could help? Grabbing his cock, he gave it a few fast strokes causing his tail to wag fast, it never wagged so fast before unless he was giving head, continuing stroking himself Blue Coral kicked his pants off his ankles and spread his legs a little bit, with soft moans escaping from his lips he was getting closer to release. Within minutes, he released his seed on his palm. With deep breaths, he still felt horny, and he kept stroking his cock without knowing, with the door opening, Blue Coral reddish pink eyes widen as he seen Mulled Juice.

“I-I-I can explain!” Blue Coral yelled with embarrassment.

Mulled Juice closed the door, but sniffed the air ‘he’s in heat’ is what he thought. While walking towards the bed, he noticed the jars of candies was opened. ‘Oh no..’

“Blue Coral did you take those candies without my permission?” Mulled Juice asked as he walked and sat down on the bed.

Blue Coral couldn’t speak but only nodded, with a annoyed sighed, Mulled Juice looked at him.

“I was saving those to give it to some of the elders tomorrow. And you in heat plus eating the truffles. It’s gonna make everything worst. As long you don’t tell anyone about the candies, I will help you with your heat.. Deal?”

Blue Coral nodded again as he spread his legs more opened.

“Nope that position wont do, hands and knees slut.” Mulled Juice said.

Blue Coral listened to what Mulled Juice said, and with his tail wagging very fast.

“Hurry please… I can’t wait any longer…” Blue Coral whined.

With Mulled Juice removing his clothing and getting behind Blue Coral, he grabbed his tail and pushed his member in. A loud moan escaped from Blue Coral’s throat, he wanted Mulled Juice to move, and with his hips moving on their own but Mulled Juice stop him.

“Be patient kitten.”

Blue Coral whined, this wasn’t helpful it was fucking torture for him. His whines we’re getting louder and louder each moment until he felt Mulled Juice moving in and out, moans came from Blue Coral each time Mulled Juice thrust in and out of him, with him panting he felt a hand on his cock, Mulled Juice stroked it as he was thrusting himself into Blue Coral.

“A needy little slut like yourself needs more. Beg for it whore.” Mulled Juice said with a purr

There was one thing that Blue Coral hated and it was begging. If he wanted Mulled Juice fuck him like a slut, he had to beg…

“Please fuck me like a whore. I need to feel you deep inside of me. I only want to think about your fat cock inside of me. Please sir please. Fuck me like a whore. I’m only your whore kitty. Please please please.” Blue Coral said as he was whining more.

Mulled Juice smirked, he let go of Blue Coral’s cock and grabbed his hips and thrust harder and faster. While Blue Coral was drooling and moaning, he didn’t realized he had came, with the pleasure he was getting it felt so fucking good. So soon Mulled Juice put him on his lap making Blue Coral bounce on his cock while he was attacking his neck.

“You feel so heavenly kitten keep going~”

Blue Coral didn’t listen but with his legs shaking he was close again making him release again for the second time. With his walls tightening, Mulled Juice grabbed his hips again and thrust upwards. He was close to his end, with the last of couple thrusts, Mulled Juice released his seed deep inside of Blue Coral, with the two panting and Blue Coral still horny thanks to the candies he wanted to go more rounds.

“Sir can we continue I need more of your seed please~” Blue Coral asked with a whinny tone.

Of course this is gonna be a long night. Maybe he should have a candy for tonight?

[sleepingdeath-light]

last updated ; 08/07/24

listed below is the second half of everything that i have published on this account for the mobile game “cookie run: kingdom” that features characters labelled as epic. characters are organised alphabetically.

affogato cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

hcs — overworked s/o [here]

poly hcs — affogato/clotted cream + general [here]

yandere hcs — fem s/o [here]

one shot — “coffee and cream” (nsfw) (ft. clotted cream cookie)

almond cookie

smut hcs — general [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [f/k/w]

black lemonade cookie

hcs — segmented fluff alphabet [b/c/l]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [b/c/l]

black raisin cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

blueberry pie cookie

one shot — “reunion” (nsfw)

burnt cheese cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

smut hcs — general [here]

smut hcs — fem s/o [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [a/m/y]

butter roll cookie

smut hcs — general [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [k/t/u]

captain caviar cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

hcs — being drunk around his s/o [here]

hcs — shy s/o [here]

yandere hcs — general [here]

smut hcs — shy s/o [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [a/k/m]

one shot — “in quiet waters” (nsfw)

one shot — “captain’s orders” (nsfw)

crunchy chip cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

hcs — shorter s/o [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [m/s/y]

dark choco cookie

costume hcs — sovereign of darkness [here]

smut hcs — praise kink + dom male s/o [here]

eclair cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

espresso cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

smut hcs — ditzy afab s/o [here]

fig cookie

hcs — encountering fem faun reader [here]

financier cookie

smut hcs — fem s/o [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [a/i/y]

frilled jellyfish cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

smut hcs — general [here]

kouign-amann cookie

yandere hcs — general [here]

kumiho cookie

hcs — fem s/o [here]

latte cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

smut hcs — general [here]

licorice cookie

one shot — “a feast fit for a king” (nsfw)

madeleine cookie

smut hcs — general [here]

mala sauce cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

pastry cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

pomegranate cookie

smut hcs — fem s/o [here]

prune juice cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

yandere hcs — general [here]

raspberry cookie

hcs — cuddling [here]

hcs — fem s/o [here]

smut hcs — general [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [o/v/w]

red velvet cookie

hcs — s/o who is sensitive to yelling [here]

hcs — reaction to his s/o seeing him in his b.a.d.4 outfit for the first time [here]

royal margarine cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

hcs — chubby s/o [here]

hcs — trans masc s/o [here]

hcs — fem s/o with nerve damage in her thigh [here]

sparkling cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

smut hcs — bottoming for his s/o [here]

tea knight cookie

platonic hcs — being a father figure to the reader [here]

vampire cookie

one shot — “take a bite” (nsfw)

werewolf cookie

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

wildberry cookie

yandere hcs — general [here]

smut hcs — soft + afab s/o [here]

smut hcs — female s/o [here]

smut hcs — subbing for his s/o [here]

smut hcs — yandere [here]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [a/o/v]

smut hcs — segmented alphabet [d/k/m]

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Captain Caviar Cookie NSFW HeadCanons 2

@sugaaaaaaaar threat to me /j love ya

•First of all this man has nipple piercings because yes

•Will definitely pull your hair rough when he fucks you like a whore

•”Too much baby girl / boy?! You said you wanted it rough, you’ll get rough~”

•Caviar definitely loves it when you call him sir, it will boost his ego up to fuck you harder and faster~

•Caviar definitely loves you blow him under his desk or under the table while with a meeting with the elders

•”Ack, baby girl / boy keep going~”

•Caviar will definitely use toys on you, but loves tying you up

•Would love to try new kinks if your up to it

•This man will go on for hours, because your his cum dumpsters

•Admin is gonna get bullied huh /j

•Lastly for after care, you get the best cuddles because he’s a great cuddler and I don’t make the rules!