welcome!! this is a cozy cafe/bakery that’s perfect for quiet dates with your beloved(s). we serve a variety of herbal teas, housemade pastries, savory soups, and the darkest strongest espressos to warm even the coldest of souls. come snuggle up for a slow day in, away from the hustle and bustle of your daily life~
sideblog for dumping my selfship imagines, plus reblogs for general selfship resources + positivity :]
☕️ adult + he/it + fickin and therian
🍁 my main niche is writing for stoic/aloof/emotionally closed off f/os! my primary f/o is one of those ^w^ their love for you runs deep, i promise <3 (but i’ll also post general imagines as well!)
🌙 this blog may sometimes contain ns/fw themes! for this reason, i ask that if you're under age 18 please don’t follow. however, i don’t mind if you interact with my sfw posts otherwise.
🌧️ additionally, pro/com/dark and neutrals please do not interact at all.
🖤 your f/o loves you!!!!!!
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#xtra sweet 🍫🍩 - positivity and affirmations! for when you need that extra pick-me-up
#sugar and spice 🍫🌶️ - suggestive but NOT explicit themes (also tagged as "#suggestive" for filtering purposes)
#xtra spicy 🌶️🌶️🌶️ - explicit content! (also tagged as "#nsft" for filtering purposes)
#bookshelf 📚 - resources! stuff you can do irl to strengthen your bonds with your partner(s)
i intend to eventually take imagine requests! if you ever see my ask box open, feel free to send a little prompt my way, and i'll bake you some imagines <3 please try to keep your requests general (meaning i will not write for specific characters, but you can request character tropes or scenarios) and note that i reserve the right to refuse any submission.
i will not share my main, but i do have a separate sideblog dedicated to posts for my f/o specifically - @tokittywartooth (i use a typing quirk there, which is why i wanted a separate blog for original posts)
…buuuut to save you the trouble, i kin toki wartooth and my girlfriend is skwisgaar skwigelf (metalocalypse)! sharing okay!
she’s my cinnamon bun~! most of my posts are written with her in mind <3
☕️ there’s nothing more healing than passionate sex with your f/o.
sex as a natural result of love and desire. sex that started with just a simple kiss. sex that’s born out of a deep-seated need to maximize physical contact with each other. sex that’s more than a simple lustful craving; sex that says “i love you” the way your animal brains instinctively know best.
slow and steady thrusts that increase in rhythm as pleasure flows through your bloodstreams. the feeling of being inside of them, or of them being inside of you, fills your chest with butterflies as your love is realized to its maximum potential. your hands lace together and you both grip like you might lose each other, because even penetration still isn’t enough for your bodies to prove how badly they need to be together. kissing attempts that fall short because you can’t stand the feeling of stifling the euphoria-induced moans. their hot breath against your skin, and the sound of their voice when their brain is overcome with ecstasy.
a release that’s strong, intense, and floods your entire body. a detoxifying orgasm that carries any and all lingering negativity out through your genitals, and leaves only joy and pleasure in its wake. and as you feel your partner follow suit, you realize just how much they love you. oh, lord, they love you so, they love you down to the deepest depths of their physicality. they thirst for you, and here they are drinking up every last drop. endorphins spill through your nervous system while you think about how lovely it is to know that they really do yearn for you, just as you do for them.
you watch them quietly for a few moments. it’s amazing how they can still look so good without trying at all, isn’t it? they’re completely at peace laying next to you: their face is softened, their muscles are relaxed, their breathing is slow and steady. even with bedhead, even if they snore, even if their body is twisted into inhuman contortions, they’re still a photo of serenity nonetheless.
as you stretch the tiredness out of your muscles, bringing your sight away from your partner has reminded you of all the things you have to do once you get out of bed. what a bummer, right? if only you had a good reason to stay cozy. just for one more hour…
you look back at your partner and suddenly get an idea. maybe they can be your excuse.
“psst, hey,” you whisper, grabbing hold of their shoulder to encourage them to roll over onto you. they don’t say anything in response, but they come to consciousness just enough to help you shift their weight. they settle their head onto your chest, and within moments they’re back in dreamland like nothing happened. you watch their head rise and fall with your breaths and plant a kiss on their scalp.
slowly, you allow your eyes to close once again. you’ll surely wake back up once they begin to stir; then you’ll be ready to start your day. but for now, a few more moments of bliss with your beloved asleep in your arms fits right in with your morning routine.
☕️ “my stoic f/o wouldn’t love like this in canon” shhh… shhhh don’t say such nasty things!
your stoic f/o’s love for you is canon compliant. they are capable of feeling love and showing affection. and you’ve surely done the work you need to show them you’re a safe and trustworthy person; they wouldn’t be dating you if you didn’t.
think about it: they’ve got passions, don’t they? they have a hobby they sink loads of hours into on a regular basis. they have a favorite type of music, or a favorite movie or sport, or a collection they’re proud of. they’ll defend the “correct” way to take their coffee or tea like their life depends on it. they’ve got opinions— strong ones, at that. so who’s to say it wouldn’t be possible for them to commit to another person? who’s to say they can’t love someone like they love their other interests?
if i asked how you know your partner loves you, you’d be able to name a slew of things they do to show their appreciation for you, wouldn’t you? a stoic f/o is not a “devoid of all emotion” f/o. your place in their life is not undeserved or unrealistic. they care. they love you. i know you know that~
to trans people who selfship, your f/o loves and supports you!
to those in t4t selfship relationships, the world is better with you here!
to those whose f/o uses a different set of pronouns than canon, they’re so happy they can be themselves around you!
to those facing roadblocks in their transition (social, medical, or otherwise), your f/o sees you for who you are and will be with you every step of the way!
trans love is beautiful in all forms! there’s no such thing as an incorrect trans headcanon! take pride in yourself, in your partner, in your relationship! trans existence makes everything brighter!
heres a s/i and f/o template i made! its kinda simple, but I wanted to make it more interactive than others (less writing and such)
rules; pro/com/dark ship dni, please! thats it. also, as it says on the template, either @ me or link this post for creds :) id love to see all of them !!!!!!! get creative and have fun :)
☕️ kissing your stoic f/o over and over again, all around their face, whispering pet names and praises in between. they tell you to stop at first, and they might even try pushing you away, but giggles begin to interrupt their protests, which then turn to halfhearted whines and playful grumbles of discontent. you keep going until their face has been properly covered in kisses and you’ve said “i love you” too many times to count. as you separate, you lock eyes.
“asshole,” they mutter. they’re furrowing their brow in an attempt to reset to their trademark scowl, but there’s a lingering chuckle in their voice.
“oh, hush,” you return, brushing the tip of your nose against theirs. “you know you like it.”
they place a palm against the back of your neck and bring you in for a sealing kiss on the lips.
do you and your f/o(s) have any accessories you share? a ring, or a bracelet, or perhaps a matching piercing or tattoo? do they symbolize your relationship? did one of you steal it from the other? is there anything you’d like that you don’t have quite yet?
☕️ don’t feel shame for being sexually attracted to your f/o(s). don’t feel shame for wanting to have sex with them, or for exploring sexual themes with them in your methods of expression. you’re an adult, it’s completely okay and normal. you aren’t weird for it whatsoever. draw yourself something sexy, write some self insert smut. there’s no shame in it at all. let your f/o give you the orgasms you desire; they want to help you with that, too! <3
☕️ do you remember the first time your closed-off f/o held your hand?
no, no, not the first time you held theirs. the first time they held yours.
where were you when you first felt that light tug at the hem of your sleeve? their fingertips grazed the inside of your wrist as a nonverbal request for permission. you turned your palm upwards to oblige, and slowly, carefully, they laced their fingers with yours.
the way they touched you was as if they were afraid to break you. you were the finest, most delicate teacup on the highest shelf, which they were sure could never be used for drinking again. you were an heirloom vase with a storied history, which they were sure was resigned to stand empty for the rest of time. you make a perfectly good decoration on your own; the last thing they wanted was to crack, or lord forbid, shatter you. but, oh, if they could just pour one cup of earl grey… if they could just fill you with an array of beautiful flowers, or even just one single rose…
but then you gave an assuring squeeze, and you felt their grip tighten. one rose surely can’t hurt.
☕️ imagine you and your f/o waking up together, but neither of you are feeling at your best.
maybe one of you had a long, sleepless night full of tossing and turning. maybe it was supposed to be a day off, but life has still decided to throw everything your way, and now free time is spent full of stress and anxiety. maybe one of you is sick, or hungover, and the midday sun that streams through the window only serves to aggravate a pounding headache. maybe it’s just one of those days with no reason at all. whatever the cause, both of you happened to wake up on the wrong side of the bed on this day.
yet despite it, taking care of each other just seems to make your own problems melt away. bringing a coffee or tea to warm up, or gatorade and ibuprofen to nurse the illness/hangover. holding each other as the tears flow during a much-needed cry session. taking a nap together, breathing in the solace and comfort you bring each other and allowing it to lull you both to sleep. ending the day with a shared hot bath or shower, massaging a sweet-scented soap into each other’s most tense and achy muscles. the playing with hair, the stroking of backs, the kissing of foreheads… your problems seem so small knowing that you both can focus on making the other feel better. you give each other the slow day you both deserve, and being able to make a sucky day suck a little less together offers a feeling of relief unlike any other.
and when you wake up the next day, you both feel completely at peace.
☕️ your f/o will always respect your identity. no matter what it is or how often it changes. they’ll help you try out new names, or talk you through those times where nothing feels right. who you are will never be a burden to them— in fact, they adore that about you. what’s most important to them is that you feel euphoric and comfortable in your skin.
☕️ for those who need a little escape during these holidays…
you sit quietly near the fire in your fireplace with a blanket draped across your lap, holding your hands out for warmth. the winter air outside dealt a bitter cold, but in here, the wood crackles and pops to life, and the smoky scent wafts through the room, mingling with the smell of warm pastries being baked in the oven. it’s cozy and peaceful, but maybe just a touch lonely… luckily, the clinking of silverware in the kitchen nearby assures you that you’re not alone.
your f/o soon emerges with two mugs of hot cocoa in tow, plus a plate stacked high with freshly baked buns. they hand you a mug— your favorite one!— while they snuggle up under the blanket with you. the contents of the mug are deliciously photogenic: topped with a healthy serving of whipped cream, a handful of marshmallows, and garnished with a dusting of cinnamon sugar. do they always make them this good, or is this a pleasant surprise given their usual cooking skillset?
as you get comfortable together, you hold the cup to your lips and let the steam warm the tip of your nose. finally, you give it a taste; rich, smooth, and creamy, it’s just as tasty as it looks. you compliment it with a bite of a warm bun, which has some of your favorite sweet flavors infused in the dough. you can’t help but smile as you continue to sip, knowing your partner put all that effort into making you the perfect mug of hot cocoa that just hits the spot, along with a sweet pastry that fills you with immense solace and pleasure.
you feel a warmth settle in your chest, from the drink, the baked goods, the fire, and the presence of your beloved next to you. the two of you entertain each other over your snacks: talking, laughing, getting whipped cream on each other’s noses. once the mugs are empty, you hold each other as you watch the fire begin to ease. you close your eyes and bask in it; just you and them, in each other’s arms, the only sound coming from the cracks of the logs in the hearth.
here, it’s quiet. here, it’s peaceful. here, nothing can hurt you. you’re safe, and you’re okay. they’ll never let you go.
☕️ sharing candy canes with your f/o… giving each other sweet minty kisses… using them to stir each other’s hot cocoas… splitting one pocky game-style… maybe getting a little crude and gross with the way you suck on them…
☕️ imagine finding out what makes your stoic f/o laugh.
their tired, throaty chuckles when you’re in bed together and you do something they think is cute is one thing, of course. they might not even realize they’re doing it, which makes it even sweeter.
but also… they have that something that just gets to them. a smile so big that they’ll most certainly try to hide with their hand or the collar of their shirt, but they can’t conceal the squint in their eyes, or even the tears that begin to form.
what does it sound like? does their voice raise in pitch? do they wheeze? is it forced out loudly from deep within their diaphragm? does it catch in their sinuses or hiss through their teeth?
laughing is such a vulnerable thing; it’s a physical reaction to the body being overtaken by joy. no matter the timbre, the auditory confirmation that they’ve been broken is irresistible. to laugh together is to feel safe with each other. knowing they feel like they can let their guard down around you in that way is something you’ll surely cherish greatly~!
