Prompt 314
Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else.
But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver.
But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.
Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too.
So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake.
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So I made a moon landing cake…
Happy lunar landing day! I decided to spend some time baking and make a cake to celebrate! :)
It’s half vanilla and half chocolate cake with homemade buttercream and homemade wineberry jam in the middle- all the components I tasted along the way were delicious, so I’m looking forward to eating it tonight. (I’ll reblog this with more pictures later)
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This morning sucked. Woke up at 7 on less than 5 hours of sleep to bake over 50 Eccles cakes. Didn’t have like half my ingredients. Bought more only to realise I still didn’t have them all. Burnt myself on the syrupy filling. Printer died on me as I was trying to get a printing job done. Forgot to have lunch I was so excited. Locked my car key in the boot. Waited an hour in the sun in all black to make sure I didn’t get a parking ticket whilst trying to get said key out. Got stuck in traffic for half an hour only to find I’d just moved under 100 metres. Accidentally had the thermostat cranked up to 40C the whole journey. All of this, just to get to a screening.
Then when I got there….
Shrimp emotions. The atmosphere was incredible. Got there 3 hours early. Immediately bonded with people, and it just felt so warm and exciting. I passed round the Eccles cakes in its little (very large) Antichrist basket. We all counted down with the timer waiting for the episodes to start. The episodes were amazing, and I have to thank @neil-gaiman for making this season come true - it was everything I hoped for and more, and I think that’ll be the case for pretty much everyone. I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world, even if I had to live through this morning 20x over.
Trust me when I say you’re not prepared for season 2. No one is.
Anyways here’s a picture of the cakes in their basket:
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Honestly, it might not be everyone's thing but the thought of sweet, domestic free use makes me purr 😵💫
Just the thought of baking in the kitchen with some quiet music playing that you can't really hear when the mixer is running. Wearing a cute little dress with an apron on top, knowing that your husband has been enjoying the way the hem flutters just above your knees.
Bucky's always been full of compliments but never more so that when you're making him his favourite sweet treats. He appreciates you. All of you.
"Such a good little wife for me." He's been sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for your mixer to finish incorporating the dry ingredients into your chocolate brownie batter.
With your back to him, he can't see the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He can't see the joy you feel at being able to show him how much you love him.
"You're so gorgeous, do you know that?" He's already crossed the space between you, standing behind you and trailing his lips up your neck.
His hands feel huge on your waist and you feel how desperate you are to melt against his broader frame. You're safe and loved and appreciated and it makes you want all of him.
"I think you'll like the panties I'm wearing." You whisper, trying not to look at him as the kisses to your neck pause.
One hand slips from your waist, under the hem of your dress, trailing up the outside of your thighs.
He doesn't know whether to expect lace or cotton or silk or something else entirely but his breath catches in his throat when he finds nothing. No fabric at all. Just more soft, warm skin.
"Fuck sweetheart, you've been at home all day with no panties on?" The hand disappears and you hear your husband undo his belt buckle.
"No, I took them off before you got back." Somehow he likes that answer more. They came off just for him.
"You must've been hoping I'd take care of you." He gives his stiffening cock a few strokes before pulling your dress up and bending you over slightly.
His tip has no trouble slipping inside you, followed quickly by the rest of his length. You're almost embarrassingly wet just from knowing that he was looking at you.
"Just you keep doing what you're doing. Don't let me distract you." He groans as he thrusts into you, enjoying the tight, wet heat of your body and the way you try to turn your attention back to your mixing bowl.
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