#MAJA😺LOVE IS ALL YOU KNEAD🤎

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ALL YOU KNEAD IS LOVE by NOTHERENJ ↳ ↳ with cover art by STEORIE

Multi-Chapter | Rated: E | Word Count: 127K | Completed in: 2021

"And it ain’t your macarons he’s drooling over, trust me." The Great British Bake Off comes to Chicago! AKA Cake and Pining, Cupcakes and Hubris, Bread and Prejudice, Entremets and Sensibility, Patisserie and Jealousy

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“乖！等我买了房子就娶你！”

我可能遇到了救星 HI VENUS EP. 21: 把院长玩弄于股掌！( • ̀ω•́ )✧

For @chocolateghost xoxo ❤️

It’s Friday, I’m in love

When Sansa seeks out her neighbor and long-time nemesis Jon Targaryen as an unlikely ally for help in winning over the guy of her dreams—namely, handsome, charming Harry Hardyng—she doesn’t expect for the guy in question to change.

But it’s not long before she starts to wonder… is what she thought she wanted, really what she should have been looking for in the first place?

By the time Sansa takes her seat in Mrs. Mordane’s first-period history class, the debate raging in her brain has reached epic proportions, and full-on madness is beginning to set in. There is simply no other excuse for the ludicrous plan currently forming in her brain.

It’s so unlike her too, but maybe that’s why it’s suddenly so easy to flip open her notebook and scratch a quick and very ambiguous note to the boy sitting two seats behind her and to the right.

Nevermind that despite being her next-door neighbor since the dawn of time, the two of them have actively gone out of their way to avoid one another—trading only the occasional insult or side-eye. Nevermind that he’ll probably just turn her down, make fun of her and then tell the very boy she’s hoping to impress what a pathetic loser she is.

And yet, here she is, about to give him the power to humiliate her straight into hiding, should he be so inclined. But she can overthink it—and that—and then spiral into full-blown panic mode later… Right? Right.

Folding her note neatly in half, and then again, Sansa quickly scrawls Jon’s name on the corner and passes it in his direction before she can lose her nerve.

There’s no turning back now.

Read it here.

This beautiful story didn't leave me indifferent ♥ If anyone hasn't read this yet, be sure to read it!

@notherenj

Welcome to day 72 of wanting to trace my fingers over every line on David Tennant’s forehead

@immortalmuses asked "one for you … one for me ." -

Logically, Yusuf knows that anything that comes out of Nicolò's kitchen is going to be good - well thought out, made with care and attention - but he simply cannot get his brain to accept that anything involving rice cooked in milk is going to be good ( his mother used to make a sweet rice-based dessert when he and his siblings were younger, but Mhalbiya is made with geranium water rather than milk, and he still finds that more palatable ).

But Nicolò is serving him a generous slice of the fresh torta di riso he's just pulled from the oven and Yusuf is going to have to take a mouthful, swallow and smile convincingly.

"Grazie," he says, sincere at least in his thanks as he takes the plate and the offered fork, gazing down at the slice in trepidation. He can see the grains of rice still, and it's... not quite off-putting, but he's really not looking forward to the texture of it.

Taking a polite bite is easy enough - concealing the surprise that what's in his mouth is not only good but actually delicious is harder.

It's so surprising that Yusuf accidentally inhales part of the mouthful, and ends up coughing so hard he sees stars --- a true Yusuf-style disaster. "It's really good, Nico," he croaks out when he can breathe properly again, taking a sip of coffee to wet his throat again, "truly, very tasty. The lemon zest is a particularly nice touch."

🎶 sweet bread, sweet bread,

portuguese sweet breeeeaaaad 🎶

@mollymirror

My latest story

Verses For Nicky that I Forgot to Add To My Carrd (a.k.a. my To-Do List)

Love is All You Knead | Baker AU

(Written within @createshope​’s “The Cooling Rack” Universe)

Nicolò is new to the city. He’s new to alot of things, really... freshly released from a failed stint in Seminary, from the confines of a small, conservative town in Northern Italy, from the memory of his family’s disapproval in the wake of his Nonna’s death. The only thing he feels confident of anymore is dough beneath his hands and the nourishment (to the stomach, to the soul) of baking. So when he comes to The Cooling Rack with a selection of work and the hope for a job, he is lucky to find Clary so receptive. He takes up managing part of the breads and pastries selection, putting his Nonna’s recipes to good use, learning what he doesn’t already know. It is a good start, when you’re starting over... 

Magia Familiare | Witch Familiar AU

Modern Magical Universe heavily influenced by thevorpalsword’s series, Threads of Memory. Definitely worth a read! Closed ship with @leschanceux​’s Joe Al-Kaysani.

In a world where Magic is a common element that manifests within people, there exists a far rarer phenomenon known as a Familiar. These people -- capable of transforming between an animal form and a human form -- possess a magic that enhances and focuses the magic of those they bond with. As such they are highly sought after by those wishing to increase their personal power, to the point that most Familiar families are kept separate from regular society, operating like royalty and making bond-matches based in political and social power structures. Nicky is born of a long lineage of Familiars, and much of his younger years were spent locked away, being taught only that which his elders wanted him to know about the world. By his twenties, he was actively resisting his family’s machinations for his future, their attempts to secure him a lucrative marriage contract and bond to a witch of their choosing. He managed to escape the influence by leaving home with nothing more than the meager possessions in his satchel. Since then, Nicolò has been living rough, working odd jobs to supplement his need for constant movement around Europe. Because the DiGenovas are a family of historical renown, a name that is too well known in magical circles, and people still want to use Nicky’s Familiar abilities for their own personal gain. He meets Andy in Greece, where she rescues him from becoming a victim of trafficking, and with her help he manages to relocate to London and start anew under an assumed name. And then he meets Joe, a beautiful and kind witch with magical that reaches out to Nicky like threads of pure sunshine, weaving trinkets imbued with feelings of well-being and somehow so unaware of his unique perfection. Joe, who wants nothing from him, who doesn’t even know who he is, but still extends every kindness and unearned empathy to him. How can Nico help but fall in love?  

And The Spies Came Out of The Water | Secret Agent AU

Pretty much what it says on the tin. Nicolò is working as a freelance agent that contracts himself to a multitude of European governments. His primary skillset is as a sniper and intelligence gatherer, but he is also very good at infiltration and close quarters combat, if the need arises. Though he has participated in some morally questionable missions in the past, Nico maintains a personal sense of justice that often influences what jobs he does or doesn’t take. His list of enemies is growing, but... well. An Agent is not expected to live to see retirement, and Nicolò has never had a reason to think of an extraction plan. At least, not until he meets Joe. 

I Left a Note on our Bathroom Mirror | Paranormal Medium AU

(General ‘Nicky Sees Dead People’ Verse, featuring a closed ship with @leschanceux​‘s Ghost!Joe)

Nicolò has known there is something different about him from a young age. It’s in how he stayed quiet as a child, especially in Churches. In how he listened so attentively when his Nonna would tell him stories of a forgotten time, using voices she shouldn’t even know. How he kept listening to her, to the voices, even after Nonna died. There is something inside Nico that reaches out, and whatever lies beyond the veil reaches back. 

So he became a Medium. Or... a Paranormal Investigator, which was somehow the more “legitimate” option in such a field of work. Sometimes it is simply easier to claim a machine has picked up the very information that Nicky’s own senses already know on instinct, especially when people -- customers -- don’t really understand his... craft. They want the theater of the Paranormal, rather than the reality. And that’s fine, it pays his bills. 

Eventually, Nicolò learns of an apartment with a particularly noisome Poltergeist. A spirit known primarily as “Joe” has driven out the last 18 potential tenants of the place, and only the fact that it is a stunningly gorgeous apartment in a prime location of Amsterdam has kept the building landlord from giving up on renting it entirely. Intrigued, Nico offers his services in exchange for a reduced lease, the moves in. And so begins the Not-Quite-Harmonious cohabitation of a Medium and a Ghost, both of which just might be catching feelings, the more they learn about one another. 

I'd think archie sleeping on top of me or by my head was sweeter if he didn't only ever do it to try and mind control me into waking up to feed him tbh hsnsbsnsn

tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

⌗︙・megumi pushes his whole body on top of yours when he fucks you ⸜⸜・

one thing megumi does when he fucks you is that he puts his whole weight on top of you. he just can't help it. he knows he's too heavy but he just wants to be as close to you as possible. he loves to do it especially when he's fucking you doggy.

"feel so good." he moans, drilling his cock inside of your cute little pussy. his body is stretched all along your back so that his face is close to yours. you can feel his hitched breaths on your neck and cheeks plus you can hear his moans clearly. megumi grabs your boobs with one hand, kneading them while he tries his best not to fall on top of your completely. that's until your arms give up from how good he's fucking you and the top half of your body falls on the mattress. now he has the perfect view of your perky butt and he just wishes to eat it after he's gone with fucking you.

"are you ready for my cum?" he asks, sounding all breathy. you're close to your release too, his cock hits the best places inside of your pussy. after few more thrusts, both of you are cumming at the same time. you can feel the warm ropes of his cum filling your insides, making you feel funny inside.

"thank you so much baby for making me cum. let me eat it now."

@immortalmuses​ wanted a starter! - 

It had been several months since Yusuf had met the new baker at The Cooling Rack, and suffice to say, he’d fallen absolutely head over heels with Nicolò in practically no time at all. He visited most mornings before work for coffee, waited for Nicky to finish in the evenings so they could walk home together, and when he’d finally managed to get his scattered thoughts together a little better, he’d asked Nicky out on a date.

They were a couple of dates in now, and Yusuf could honestly say that each one had been wonderful - if not perfect - evenings. Tonight was no different; the conversation was flowing nicely, dinner had been tasty, and the evening was warm. What could be better? Unfortunately, as he’d gone in for another sip of ( non-alcoholic ) wine, his eyes had been drawn to a white smudge on Nicky’s face, and now it was all he could focus on. 

“You... uh, you have flour on your nose,” Yusuf points out, biting the inside of his cheek in an honest attempt not to laugh ( it’s adorable, it really is, but probably also embarrassing for Nicolò ). “Did you know?”

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.