#cinnamon rolls in tube

[sbnkalny]

Give me a cool gay frog livin in a big sail. when I die, turn me into a canoe.

astly

[amtrak12]

Apparently 90% of my pain and suffering the last few days hasn't been the giant incision across my neck but the drain tube I got sent home with??? But that fucker is gone now!! :D Hurt like HELL to get it removed, but immediately my range of motion improved and I could look left again?? Crazy. Fuck surgerical drains. Negative 12 out of 10. Actively loathe them.

[v4lde]

There's enough for everybody 🫶

[hellenhighwater]

I've realized that I got caught up in everything and sort of forgot to eat, so I've got some pop tube cinnamon rolls in the oven, because I am unsupervised. So, while I wait, a ten minute pastel scribble!

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Heyy! I’m new here and I absolutely love your writings wksiwksjwjshe is your 300 event still open?

if yes I would love to req a cinnamon + poplar ! hehe thank you! (If it’s already closed then don’t mind me)

*HI sorry this took forever! But I hope you love it ;) Ace is such a filthy boy in this one, EYE certainly enjoyed it*

Pairing: Ace x Fem Reader

WC: 2200

Prompt: “Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” 

TW: SEX, shameless flirting in public, Ace being kind of a pervert, reader is a bit older than young buck Ace, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't) creampie (also don't) fingering, teasing, pet names, filthy language. the usual?

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You sat at your desk in the medical ward of the ship, up to your ears in paperwork. Blood test results to log, supply order forms to go over, you had so much on your plate and it was eating away at you. The rest of the crew was in the galley drinking but you were stuck working. 

Suddenly the door to the med bay swings open and in waltzes the crew’s head doctor. 

“Ok little chicken, that’s enough work for tonight.” Marco smiles warmly at you as he approaches your desk. 

“Please stop calling me that." You sigh and rub your eyes. "And I still have more releases to sign off on, and the IV tubing we use for Dad is on backorder, so I have to decide if we go up a size or down a size and did you know-“ You ramble on and on while Marco rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll handle it. Go out and have a drink.” Marco eyes your tired face. “Gods know you need it, kiddo.” 

You sigh. You feign a smile as you rise from your desk chair, the joints in your back and knees popping from how long you had been sitting. 

“Was… was that your back?” Marco asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Shut up.” You say as you push your way out of the med bay. You follow the sounds of music and riotous laughter towards the galley and enter quietly. You slunk between the groups of pirates towards the center of the room and grab a beer from the barrel full of ice. You pull your cigarette lighter out of your pocket and use it to pop the cap off your beer. You stow the lighter back into your pocket. 

“Hey, y/n! Over here!” 

You turn around and see a somewhat intoxicated Ace waving you over to his table. He had that stupid, goofy grin on his face. You smiled back and headed in his direction. He was standing around a wooden table with Thatch, Izou and a few other Whitebeard pirates and nurses. 

“Jeez y/n you look like you’ve been up for a week.” Ace teases you. 

“I think I have, now that you mention it…” You say and take a sip of your beer. 

“Man I haven’t seen you this down before, y/n. What the hell is going on with you?” Izou asks. 

“Well, since you’ve asked! I’m exhausted. I’m bored. I’m stressed. I can’t tell if I want 5 more beers or to fall asleep on the floor! I am wildly overworked and under-fucked.” You finish your rant and slam your beer. 

“Anyone else need another one?” You ask to the now silent group of people that surrounded you at the table. You were met with mostly blank stares, shocked at your sudden outburst. You turn and head to grab a new beer. 

“I’ll come with you!” Ace is quick to join with a mischievous smirk on his lips. 

He follows you like a puppy as you head towards the beer. 

“You know I can help you with that, right?” Ace grabs your arm and pulls you to face him. 

You laugh. 

“I don’t really think Marco would trust you enough to run my blood tests for me, but thanks.” 

“No no, the other part. The being under-fucked part.” Ace smirks down at you. Again, you laugh. 

“Haha, oh yeah? What are you, like 23? Like you’d know what to do with it if you had a chance.” You smile playfully and wiggle out of his grip, finally retrieving another beer. Ace does the same and sidles close behind you on your way back to the table. Suddenly Ace’s breath is hot in your ear as he leans in to whisper something to you. 

“Well I’ve got an 8 inch cock that might change your mind on that…” You stop dead in your tracks and your eyes widen. 

“Wha-?”

Ace passes by you and goes to join the table again. “Only if you want, though! Come on, let’s have another drink!” Ace beckons you over like he hadn’t just whispered the most crude, filthy thing in your ear 30 seconds ago. 

Convincing yourself you had imagined it, you snap out of your trance and return to the table to drink. 

You enjoy a few more rounds of drinks and you notice with each beer, Ace slides his body closer and closer to yours. You could attribute this to the size of your party shrinking as people headed off to bed, but at this point he was basically pressing his side into yours, occasionally grazing his warm hand over your hip. 

His touch was fleeting, but hot… it made you crave more. You found yourself leaning into him and he pulled you closer in return. He felt you shudder. 

“Oh man, y/n, you must really be tired. Do you need help getting back to your room okay?” Ace looks down at you with a devious smirk.  You knew what he was really asking.. and you were far too quick to respond. 

“Yes, I think I’d like that, Ace.” You smile and he wraps his arm around your hip and pulls you away from the table. 

Ace is all but giggling as he brings you back to your room, pinching and squeezing your skin anywhere he could tease it. He stops at your door and looks at you expectantly. 

You laugh. 

“Would you like to come inside, Ace?” 

“Hell yeah!” Ace practically jumps into your room behind you and slams the door shut. 

From the instant the door is closed, Ace’s lips are on yours. You barely had time to react to the kiss before he started tugging at your clothes. You laugh and pull back from the kiss. 

“Haha slow down!  We have all night Ace… I’m not going anywhere.” You purr at him and stroke his cheek. What a sweet, eager little thing he was. 

Ace nuzzles himself into your neck and plants a wet kiss. 

“‘M’sorry, just hate seeing you like this…” Ace continued licking and biting at your neck. You whimper. “Gonna fix it… gonna make you feel so good, baby.” 

Your cunt clenched in anticipated of what he was about to do to your body. Ace pulls your dress over your head and tosses it to the floor. He distracts you with more kisses as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. Ace kisses down to your stomach and gently pulls your panties down. You step out of them and realize you’re completely bare in front of your friend. 

You covered your breasts instinctively. Those doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who was coming up to meet your eye again. He pulls your arm gently away from your chest and smiles. 

“Aww are you shy, baby?” Ace coos at you. You blush so hard you think your face might be on fire. Why was he having this affect on you? He was a young blowhard at least 5 years your junior, and yet he ended up with all of the control in this situation…

“That’s ok, come here…” Ace gets on your bed and sits up with his back against the pillows and headboard. “Let me show you why you don’t need to be shy.” He smirks and holds out his arms to you. 

You lick your lips and climb into Ace’s waiting lap. He positions you with your back again his chest, sitting between his legs. This position reminded you how Ace was still fully clothed and you were completely naked. Something about being so vulnerable in front of him was intoxicating… 

“Spread your legs, sugar. Show me that cute pussy.” Ace whispers in your ear as he pulls your legs over his own, spreading them as far as they could go comfortably. 

“Ace…” You whimper quietly, trying to turn your head away. You were embarrassed at how aroused he had made you, all while barely touching you… but not nearly embarrassed enough to ask him to stop. 

Ace wastes no time before his hands are on your dripping sex. 

“Holy shit…” Ace glides a finger up and down your slit. “Look at how wet you are, pretty.” His one finger turns to two fingers as he collects more of your slick from your hole and brings it up to rub firm circles onto your clit. 

“Ace! Fuck!” You throw your head back, body feeling like it was filled with static electricity. He had you so worked up that every little touch felt like it was amplified by 100. 

“You’re so wet that I bet I could just slip my fingers in..” Ace smirks and swiftly plunges the two digits into your hole. You moan. “And I bet that if I do this…” Ace begins to firmly pull and tap his fingers into that delicious spot inside of your cunt. “… you’ll cum.” 

“Shit, fuck, Ace! O-oh my- Ah! ACE!” You cry out and explode all over Ace’s arm and the bed in front of you. 

“Looks like I was right, huh baby? That’s a good girl, give it all to me.” Ace playfully reacts as he rubs at your clit to prolong your orgasm. 

“Fuck… Ace…” You lay heaving on your bed in Ace’s arms, the spasms from your climax finally ceasing. 

You feel Ace smiling into your neck as he peppers it with sweet kisses. 

“I wouldn’t know what to do with it, huh???” He chuckles into your damp skin. 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You roll your eyes. 

Ace gently moves you out from between his legs and he rises from the bed to remove his vest and shorts. You audibly gasp at the sight of his huge member springing free from its confines. 

“Jeez you weren’t kidding…” You say softly, eyes not leaving Ace’s cock in front of you. 

“I’m a pirate, baby, not a liar.” He flashes you that stupid grin again. “Now face down, ass up, sugar.” 

You quickly oblige, grabbing a pillow to cushion your face that was now stained with mascara. The first thing you feel is a warm hand sliding up your spine and massaging your skin, then you feel the prodding of Ace’s thick cock at your sopping wet entrance, the heavy mushroom tip barely breaching your hole. Ace dipped his tip teasingly in and out… 

“Ace…. please…” You whine as you push your hips back to entice him to fully enter you. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you, you don’t ever need to beg for me, pretty.” Ace plants both hands on your hips and pulls your ass flush against his pelvis, sinking his cock as deep as it will go into you. 

Strangled moans leave the both of you as he bottoms out. Ace pulls out slowly, looking down to admire the wet mess you’ve already left on his cock. He pushes back in and you moan again, squeezing him involuntarily. 

“Gods you were right… this tight little pussy is under-fucked.” Ace speeds up his thrusts and you gasp, the wind nearly knocked out of you. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make sure that never happens to you again… gonna fuck you every day… make you feel so fucking good…” 

Ace was slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you. You could feel the droplets of sweat from Ace’s face splatter on your back, as well as the crazed, possessive grip on your hips almost certainly leaving bruises. You couldn’t form words, only broken sobs and shrieks as your lover drilled into you, dead set on making you cum again. 

Tears fell from your eyes against the pillow and you whined, so close to reaching your peak again. 

“Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” Ace coos at you. “Cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up, ‘kay sugar?” Ace leans forward and presses his chest to you as he continues his brutal assault on your pussy. He reaches one hand from your hip down and around to rub at your clit. The stimulation sends you over the edge and your orgasm rips through your whole body. “Ace!” You scream out and lurch forward, no longer able to hold your torso up with your arms anymore. 

“Good fucking girl! Now I’m gonna make you mine…” Ace praises you. 

You try to mumble out “please” but you truly have no idea if you were saying anything coherent.

“Haaa, fuck!” Ace cries out and spills his load impossibly deep into your warm hole. You whimper as you feel rope after rope of Ace’s hot seed filling you. Ace rubs firm circles into your hips as he calms down from his release. 

Suddenly, Ace pulls out of you and flops back into your bed and pulls you to his chest. You nuzzle into his sweaty pecs as you throw a leg over his hips. Ace pulls the blanket over the two of you, briefly leaning upwards to make sure your whole body was covered and comfortable before settling back on the pillows. 

“So you were serious?” You ask quietly. 

“About what, baby?” Ace answers as he strokes your hair. 

“About fucking me every day?” You chuckle. 

“Mmhmm…” Ace kisses the top of your head. “Tomorrow. And the next day.. and the next day… and the next day… and the next… and…” 

You hear Ace start snoring and smile. 

xx 

[runawaymun]

I need to let you guys in on some knowledge ok.

if you want donuts. Buy yourself a tube of biscuit dough and separate it out and use a cookie cutter to cut out the centers (or just tear a hole with your thumb. become ungovernable). Get yourself a good sized pot with about an inch or two of your favorite flavorless oil. Make sure it has a lid (let's not start grease fires).

Heat it up on medium or medium low, depending on how hot your stove is. Then fry yourself some donuts. they are so fluffy it feels like it should be illegal. then roll them in powdered sugar or cinnamon sugar or make yourself a glaze with a bit of milk + powdered sugar + flavoring. you can be responsible and let them cool down or you can do what i did and hoover them straight into my mouth sizzling hot. way too many. im so full of fried bread.

it's like a couple bucks and the cost of feeling like you've seen god. it's so good. you get so many donuts and u can fry the donut holes too. You're unstoppable.

[differenteagletragedy]

I feel like living with Cove would be a little like living with a small child in that if he's quiet for too long, you have to check on him because there's a big chance he's getting into something.

Maybe you're working from home and he disappeared and you didn't notice until a little later that he'd been gone for a while, so you go look for him and he's in the kitchen with one of those little tubes of cinnamon rolls, just unrolling each one then sticking the ends together to make one gigantic roll.

Cove, who has a bit of dough on his chin and cinnamon smeared above his lip: This will work, right?! I totally think it's going to work!!!

Please just let him do it. Let that baby bird learn to fly.

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5!

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 5 synopsis: Miles takes you on a beautiful date at a gorgeous restaurant in downtown Brooklyn.

wc: 3.1k

warnings!: cursing, kissing, violence, awkward teens in love

translations: hola hermosa - hello beautiful, querida - dear, extremadamente bonita - extremely pretty, cariño - honey, amor - love

You were walking down the street on the way to school, it was Monday now and you could hardly wait to see Miles again. You've never looked forward to a weekend more, Zoya offered to take you shopping on Friday after school for an outfit.

You walked into the building and head to your locker and soon enough Zoya and Peter walked up to you. "Finally you guys are going out" Zoya squealed. "Yeah Miles been talking about you like crazy for the last month" Peter admitted. "Really?? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Zoya snapped her head to him. "I wasn't gonna snitch on my guy like that. Plus I knew you would've told n/n" he answered, Zoya rolling her eyes.

You giggled and went back to your locker, eyes landing on Miles making his way over to you. Zoya followed where you were looking and smiled "We'll leave the two of you alone." she said grabbing Peter's hand and walking away.

"Hola hermosa" Miles said coming up to you. "Hey you" you smiled, closing the door. "Lemme walk you to class?" he asked taking your books from your hands. "Oh you don't have to do that." you said about to take them back. "I want to. Let me do things for you, querida" he said turning so the books were out of reach. "Yeah but that textbook is heavy" you sighed. "Not for me remember" he said raising an eyebrow. "Yeah whatever spidey" you whispered the last part.

Later in the day, you invited him and Ganke to sit at your table at lunch. He sat in the middle of you two with Zoya, Maya and Peter on the other side. He was talking about whatever with Peter and Ganke when you felt his thigh touch yours, you smiled internally when he didn't move away. It was silly how excited you got, considering you were sitting on his lap with your tongue in his mouth not two days ago.

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The rest of the week went by like that with him walking you to class, holding your books and small touches here and there. Now that he admitted he was spider-man, you caught on to his 'spidey sense' activating, his random disappearances and thirty minute bathroom breaks.

On Wednesday you got your hair braided, getting black goddess braids. You went home after school on Friday to change into a pair of jeans and a black tube top. You threw your puffer jacket on and grabbed the money your mom left on the counter for you. Zoya met you on your block and you walked to the subway station.

When you got to the mall before you started to shop, you bought a cinnamon pretzel at Aunty Anne's. "Okay you need something that's like sexy but elegant." Zoya said scrolling through dresses until she landed on one. Her mouth hung open picking it out. "Y/n this is literally it this is so it!" You turned around and saw her holding a black sleeveless mini dress with pink lace trimming at the top and the bottom.

"Ohh my god. I need this!" you squealed, practically running to the dressing room. It was a perfect fit, you stood in the mirror admiring the way it hugged your waist and the way it fell at the top of your thighs. You stepped out for a second to let Zoya see it and she squealed. "Oh my god, you look so good bebe!" she shouted grabbing your hands as you squealed.

After purchasing the dress you decided to do some more damage to your wallets and continue shopping, you were already there so might as well. You both buying more clothes, jewelry, and makeup.

It was getting dark, and your mom came to pick the two of you up. You pulled up to her building and she got out kissing you goodbye "I'm so coming over tomorrow to help you get ready. Goodnight Ms. L/n" "Goodnight sweetie!" your mom called out watching her enter the building. "Are you excited for your little date" your mom squealed playfully biting her tongue. "I am! Miles is really really sweet" you said smiling. "He seems like it. I'm so happy for you baby"

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It was six pm and Y/n went to the bathroom and did a thorough skincare routine: rose clay face mask, eyebrow threading, cleansers, lip mask. You got in the shower and shaved until you were practically hairless. When you got out, you mixed baby oil and rose scented body butter and applied it all over your body. When you were getting into your underwear there was a knock on your door, Zoya bursting in.

"Ughh baby's first date. I feel like a proud mom" she exclaimed putting a hand to her face, wiping fake tears. "Oh shut up" you giggled.

She quickly got to work on your hair, tightly pulling your braids back into a strategic messy bun. She laid out edges into a simple slick look. She smiled admiring her work, before getting started on your makeup. Adding the finishing touch of a pink nude gloss she turned your chair to face the mirror. "Oh my god you really got me right!" you exclaimed.

You grabbed your dress and she helped you get into it, avoiding any contact with the makeup on your face. You checked yourself out in the mirror before adding your gold dior necklace with dangling gold earrings and strapped up a pair of black open toed heels. "Okay what perfume for the occasion?" Zoya asked going through your perfumes. You decided on the Coco Mademoiselle parfum you had gotten for your birthday.

"Oh my god you look amazing!" she said grabbing her digital camera and making you pose as she took a bunch of pictures of you. It was 7:44 now and Zoya said her goodbyes. "Goodnight bebe. I hope you have so much fun! Tell me everything." she said leaving the apartment. "Baby you look beautiful" your mom said holding your face. "My little girl growing up, going on dates" her lips in a pout. "Mommy don't cry" you laughed. "I won't I won't! Just let me get some pictures" she said grabbing her phone.

There was a knock at the door and you took a deep breath before opening it. Miles stood there wearing a black button down shirt with matching black dress pants, a big pu leather jacket and black loafers. He had a bouquet of pink roses and a small white box in his hand and he smelled really really good. "Hi" you greeted, big smile worn on your face. "Hi" he said smiling back at you "You look so so beautiful, querida. Extremadamente bonita" he said checking you out. "Goodnight Ms. L/n" he said realizing your mom was standing behind you in the kitchen. "Hi hun!" she said back, before easing away.

"These are for you, y/n" he handed the flowers to you. "Aww oh Miles you shouldn't have" you pressed your hand to your chest. "And I uh bought this for you" he said handing you the little white box. You smiled and opened it to find a gold locket with a floral engraving. "Oh my god. Miles this is beautiful" you smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." he smiled at you. "Help me put it on?" you asked as he turned you around and latched it.

"Mom, we're ready to leave!" you called out, grabbing your purse. "Wait! Let me get a picture of you guys. I've to show Rio." You both laughed as Miles snuck his arm around your waist and you laid your hand on his chest, posing for the picture. "Bye guys! Stay safe and have fun! Miles you better have her back by eleven" your mom said playfully squinting her eyes at him. "Of course Ms L/n" he chuckled.

When you closed the door, Miles interlocked his fingers around yours as you head to the stairs. "This place is really nice. My parents went here on their first date and they took me one time for their anniversary " he told you, helping you ease down the stairs in your heels. "That's so adorable, m'very honored to be taken there" you said squeezing his hand.

You walked to the subway, hurrying as best you could to catch the train. "Here come on my back!" he picked you up effortlessly as he trot down the last set of stairs and into the train, just making it. He put you down carefully as to not make your dress ride up too much. You wrapped your arm around Miles' and wrapped a leg over the other as you found seats by the door.

Getting off at your stop, you and Miles turned the corner to the restaurant. It was near the Brooklyn bridge, string lights lit around the trees in the night. It was definitely upscale and on the more expensive side. He led the way into the building and the inside was even nicer with dim lighting, beautiful decorations, and nice furniture. "Uh Morales, table for two" he told the lady at the front. His dad told him what to do and was actually the one who made the reservation, but you didn't have to know that.

He kept his hand around yours the whole way there and pulled your chair back for you. "Aww you're so sweet" you said resting your jacket on the back of your chair. "I'm glad I could finally take you on a date." he said smiling at you, you smiling back. He finally let go of your hand to take a look at the menu. "You can get anything you want. No budget" he told you. And he meant it, Miles loved doing things for you, especially if it meant he could see your gorgeous smile.

A waiter walked up to your table and pulled out a notepad. "Goodnight, can I get you guys anything to drink? Any appetizers?" she asked. Miles ordered a virgin cocktail while you got a strawberry lemonade. Since you were both ready to order your food anyways you went ahead and did that. He got salmon over rice that was topped with their signature gravy. You got creamy garlic buttered lobster tail with fettuccine pasta.

You and Miles talked while waiting for food. About everything in general and also nothing at all. You talked about what films were good, what books were good, favorite colors, how it was for him to be spider-man and take on such responsibility. You talked about what you would do after high school and where you would go. He opened up about his uncle Aaron's death and you opened up about your father's significant absence throughout most of your life.

When the food came you both rambled about how good it was, spoon feeding each other your meals. You ordered a strawberry cheese cake to share for dessert and asked for the bill. You grabbed your purse to take some money out. "Aye, cariño, you gotta let me do stuff for you" he sighed pushing your hand with the money away. "But Miles that's a lot of money" you whined. "I can handle it ma don't worry" he said giving the waitress his credit card, adding a tip.

You stacked the plates, making your waitress's job easier before grabbing your jacket and purse making your way out. He opened the door for you and you guys began your walk back home. "I had a really good time tonight, Miles" you told him, staring into his eyes. "I did too" he smiled. You both leaned in, pressing your lips against each other, hands held beneath you. He pulled away from the kiss first "Y/n, do you thi-" he cut himself off, tensing up. Just then an explosion broke out, a building catching fire.

Everyone around began freaking out and running around. "Get somewhere safe please, I'm gonna take care of this!" he told you, making you head in the direction everyone was running. He pulled his suit out from out of nowhere and making sure no one saw him he ran over to where the explosion came from. It was then, an oversized mutant gorilla on two legs appeared on a rooftop. "Come get me spider-man! I wanna be the one to finally kill you!" the villain roared.

Everyone halted in their path upon hearing that, looking back. Miles, Spider-man webbed over to it, landing a kick on the side of its face. The gorilla grabbed his leg and threw him to the ground. You gasped and covered your mouth watching the scene before you, but Miles got up to strike again. The gorilla threw fists in Miles' direction, him dodging effortlessly. He shot webs at his face to throw it off its balance, falling on its back. He jumped on top of the gorilla before it got up and threw him against a wall.

He quickly got on his feet, throwing a punch at the gorilla. The police arrived at the scene opening fire at the gorilla. Miles used his webs to trip and pull the gorilla to its feet, slamming his head to the pavement. Getting angry, the gorilla sprung to its feet and grabbed Miles, pounding him into the ground. He then picked him up with his enlarged gorilla hands and choked him out.

You kicked off your heels, looking around you found a dad and his son holding a baseball bat. You grabbed it, quickly yelling a 'sorry!' as you ran to the side of the building where Miles was fighting. You knew it was stupid to get involved in something so dangerous as this but you didn't want Miles to get hurt, or worse. You ran up the fire escape as quickly and quietly as you could, before hoisting yourself up to the very top of the roof trying as hard as you could to not fall right back down.

"I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands you damn bug" it growled. Miles was trying to claw away at his hands to get him off. While it was distracted holding up Miles, you eased up behind them. Bringing the bat back behind you as far as you could, and swung at its head as hard as you could. Its grip loosened around Miles' neck as it looked back at you allowing him to slip out and catch his breath. "Ohh what's this" it chuckled. You swung again as hard as you could before it grabbed your hand lifting you off your feet.

It angered Miles seeing the way he was toying with you. "Hey you big fucking monkey put her down!" he shouted. The gorilla moved closer to the edge and threw you down. You screamed as your distance to the ground rapidly got closer. "Noo!" Miles screamed out running to catch you. He shot a web down around your waist and hauled you back you up. "You okay?" he quickly asked, you nodded. He gently threw you back against a wall, protecting you and getting you out of the way. He jumped up and kicked at the gorilla's face throwing it down.

He quickly wrapped webs around its ankles picking him up with his hands and slamming him down. He threw a web to at the bat that had fallen earlier, taking it in his hand and repeatedly hitting against the gorilla's head. He kept hitting until he saw blood pooling from its nose and it lost consciousness.

He threw the bat and wrapped his webs around and around the gorilla's body tying a tight knot and dangling its body down to the police. They all ran over to grab it and take it in their police cars. "Thank you Spiderman!" one of them called out. The people on the street shouted out cheers and thank yous. "Anytime!" he called back down.

He turned around and you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and covered his face in your neck. He quickly pulled away to look at you "Why did you do that? You could have really gotten hurt" he scolded. Tears welled up in your eyes "I just didn't want you to get hurt. You could've died!" you retorted. "You could've died! I don't know what I would've done with myself if that happened." he exclaimed. He wrapped his arms back around you, you crying lightly into his shoulder.

"Y/n" "Hm?" you mumbled. He lifted your head off him and pulled off his mask. "Do you think um...Do you think...Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he quickly blurted the last bit. You breathed out and smiled watching his eyes. You held his face in your hands "God I thought you'd never ask" you smiled, smashing your lips into his. Your lips moved in sync, him using an arm to bring you closer and deepen the kiss. He smiled against your lips "Is that a yes?" "Of course it's a yes" you giggled.

"You might wanna change out of that. I've gotta go give that guy his bat back...and get my shoes" you told him. "Yeah okay, I'll be right down" he gently put you down on the ground and you rushed over to the man. "Here you go, really I'm sorry about the...blood" you told him. "No problem...I saw you take these off, so here you go" he hand you your heels. "Oh my god thank you. Have a good night."

You looked around for Miles, when he tapped your shoulder, back in his dinner clothes. "Hey..girlfriend" he smiled. "Hello boyfriend" you smiled back, him giving you a peck on the lips.

You were now standing in front of your apartment door saying your goodbyes to Miles. "Are you sure you're okay?" he said taking your hand in his. "Yes, I'm alright" you giggled. "Just glad you were there to protect me spiderboy" you joked. "Goodnight, amor" he said wrapping his arms around you. "Goodnight" you said taking his lips on yours. "I really like doing this" he giggled. "Me too" you said kissing him again.

Just then the door opened, and your mom appeared. "Oh!" she yelped, the two of you quickly moving away. "Don't pretend I didn't just see what I just saw" she laughed. "Hey Miles, thank you for getting her home safe." she smiled at him, hugging your shoulder. "Of course, goodnight Ms L/n" he said "Goodnight Y/n" he smiled, walking away.

You entered the apartment behind your mom, you really had a lot to tell her.

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 15

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 6,667 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language and visual depiction of sexual acts, foul language. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: I finished this semester of schooling and will be starting my contracted work in July so chapters will continue to be pretty sporadic but they will keep coming until the final one. I struggled a bit with pushing along the story in this one because of the shift in locations but we have some good things coming, and we now have TOMMYS AGE! The censored images can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 15

The faint sound of dishes clinking and scraping wandered into your dream, the swirling visuals dissipated as the sounds became louder until all you saw was black. Your eyelids remained closed as you squeezed them together hoping the pressure would lift the wight of sleep. As your consciousness lazily took hold, the sounds began to make sense, someone was cooking up a storm in the kitchen and the sweet smell of cinnamon was now registering in your nose.

You rubbed your eyes to help moisten them so they didn’t hurt when you opened your lids, you saw the morning light softly reflecting onto your bed from the window. You get up and breathe out deeply as the memories of the night before flood back to you -was that even real?- you still had a dull pain in your soft bits from being stretched so far -I guess it was-

You head to the bathroom to wash up, the house was like an oven already which worried you for how hot the peak of the day would be. You entered back in the room to look for your phone which seems like it hadn’t been used in ages; You pulled up a search engine and perused the local listings for any companies that would be able to irrigate farmland and install underground automatic sprinklers for the fruit trees. While you scrolled the various companies capable of the work, you hear a knock on the bedroom patio door,

“You awake hun?” It was Luda Mae,  “I got some fresh cinnamon buns here for you dear.”

You put your phone down to get to the door, you move the curtains aside to reveal Luda Mae holding a large plate of fresh cinnamon buns heavily glazed with icing. You slide open the door for her,

“You weren’t gettin’ shut eye just now I hope?” You smile and shake your head, she continues, “Thought you might like some fresh rolls on this sunny mornin’”

You take the plate with a huge smile on your face, you hadn’t had cinnamon buns in years,

“Thank you so much! Did you make these yourself?” your voice was bubbling with excitement.

Luda Mae laughs, “Lord no, I got that lil’ dough man’s tube of ‘em from the store. Felt like givin’ them a try.” Luda Mae’s smile faded a little, she had clasped her hands together in front of her nervously, “Mind if I talk to you hun?” she asks.

You move aside and guide her in with an outstretched hand, “Not at all” you reply.

She turns to face you  as she entered in, her glasses resting on her hair, “I know you’re gonna be headin’ back up to the house real soon, them trees need carin’ for after such a long time.” She pauses and stares at your unmade bed, she was clearly uncomfortable so she began to busy herself.

She looks up and notices you watching her, you must have looked a bit perplexed because she felt the need to explain her actions, “Sorry hun, I just need to have my hands busy right now.”

“That’s ok, it’s your house” you immediately felt your words may have come off as standoffish and you regretted saying them.

She thinned her lips and tilted her head when she heard that, as if it was an insult, “Well, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about” she continued to fuss with the bed, “Go ‘head and eat those rolls while they’re still warm dear. Go on now”

You take a seat at the writing desk where you placed the plate of goodies and turn your chair to face her; You take a small bite of the cinnamon bun and a burst of sweet warm dough wakes you up, the icing clung to your upper lip which you hastily licked away.

“Thank you for the Cinnamon buns, they are exceptionally good.” You swallow the bready sweet and continue, “What about this house did you want to talk to me about?” you were beyond curious.

She sighs as she runs her hands over the sheets to flatten them and remove wrinkles,

“I know you felt like you were puttin’ us out while you been stayin’ here, and I know you got your own home and responsibilities...” you could feel a hovering air of anxiety in the awkward pause, you smile and reassure her,

“Hey, you can tell me anything. I’m family remember?”

She gave a relieved smile after you said that and lowered her shoulders down from their hunched up position.

“’Course I remember hun. Ok, well here goes then… Now, me n’ Charlie been discussin’ you a lot the past few days, we don’t have a lot of time left on this earth and Loretta and Monty will be gone sooner than us, so really there won’t be anyone left.” She folded the ends of the sheets perfectly as she tucked them under the pillows, “What I’m trying to say is, we wanna ask you to watch over Tommy when god calls us home. I know you n’ him been getting’ along real well and I guess I was hopin’ you two might get married someday, then this house and the land will be left for the both of you.”

You were taken aback by the overtly honest summary of her plea, you didn’t know what to say so you just sat there stunned and silent. Luda Mae saw you looking like a deer caught in headlights, she walks over to you cautiously, hoping you weren’t about to freak out,

“Now, I know this is a big ask, and a lot to take in all at once what with how you ain’t even been here a year yet but, we been through so much and Thomas loves you and he ain’t never loved no one like that before and we wanted to repay Tilly for all her generosity but she passed away ‘fore we could so we figured you were deserving of the gift and-”

You shook your head and she paused; Luda Mae was word vomiting all her anxiety out on you and you weren’t able to listen properly because of the big news you just received, you scratch your head and collect some thoughts to respond,

“I’m truly flattered and surprised at this offer, no one has ever considered me in this way, other than Tilly I guess but, I barely even knew her.” You stood up from the chair, “I love Tommy, and I intend to be there for him until I die, so I don’t need incentive to stick around. I really want you to know that I am not going anywhere. I’ll be visiting here as often as I can, it’s not like I’m far away.” You get up and take her hand in yours, “I’d love to marry your son, not so I can get this house or the land, but for us to both have the legal paper that makes us family. I deserve to experience having a husband who loves me and I think he deserves a wife who loves him.”

Luda Mae pulls you in for a hug, she has excellent hugs that feel like the warmth and love of a million mothers. You hug her back and rest your head on her shoulder, she gives you a kiss on the back of your head,

“Hun you must be an angel sent from Tilly herself, I swear it.”

These people would be seen as evil monsters by any normal objective person, you knew that Luda Mae carried large amounts of guilt on her shoulders from participating in the horrors this family created, which made her feel like she had to do extra good to make amends with her god before she reaches the end of her life. You felt a weight of sorrow knowing they had to resort to cannibalism in order to survive famine and governmental abandonment, it must have been a difficult decision to make, but Tilly saved them from that hell, and you were there to continue her work.

Luda Mae released you from the hug and held your shoulders so she could look at you,

“I know you’re humble about getting things and feelin’ appreciated, but you’re special to us. You’re in the will whether you want it or not.”

She rubbed the sides of your arms and whisked out the sliding door back to the kitchen, you sat back down at the desk and mulled over what she said while taking another cinnamon bun to eat. -I never thought I would get found family when I came here, this is such a gift-

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The noon sun was now blazing in the sky, you finally found a company that would be able to help you with your orchard and set up a meeting with them in the upcoming weeks. You had a few bags full of your belongings that you had packed up to move back to your house, you grab two and put on a sun hat to make your way home.

The walk was sweltering, you could see the air swirling with heat creating a mirror effect on the ground in the distance,  your skin was shimmering with a layer of sweat in an attempt to cool you down. The dry grass was humming with the chirps of crickets and birds, you see the entrance to the driveway of your home and hurry yourself to get out of the heat.

As soon as you get in the door you let out a long sigh and drop the bags on the living room couch, the house was warm from having all the windows and doors shut, you needed to get the air circulating. You walk into the kitchen and fill a cup with cold water at the sink, you gulp it down hastily, feeling like you never had a thirst so extreme in your life. -I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this heat-

As you begin to drink a second glass you stare out the window of the living room and see that moving crate still sitting there, you get your phone out of your pocket and call the number for the company. Someone picks up after a minute of ringing and you promptly get a pick-up time arranged to get it removed. -I’m so productive today, I finally feel like my life is moving at a normal speed again- Having that crate gone will really solidify the permanence of your residency.

You make your way to the backyard and see someone coming up the road in the distance, you grab the pair of binoculars you used when you arrived and see that its Tommy -Oh man, I’m going to tease the shit out of him and get him to break his game- When he left you all hot and bothered last night you didn’t want to wait and mess around anymore, you felt compelled to get him inside you after months of dreaming of it and being so close.

You get yourself changed into a skimpy outfit, a very low cut, white, tank top with no bra and a pair of lavender booty shorts. You put your hair into a high pony tail and get your face touched up with some minimal makeup since the heat would melt any heavy glam looks right off your face. You give yourself one last look in the mirror and spritz a pump of perfume on -If he can resist this then there’s no hope for me-

You pop on a large pair of shades and go back out to the yard and wait patiently on the swing bench, you giggle to yourself unable to keep your composure from the butterflies you were experiencing. Tommy rounded the corner and stopped when he saw you, his eyes widen as he stared but then he realizes what you’re doing and shakes his head as he continued to walk closer. You look up from your shades and get up from where you sat.

You speak in your most aloof and sultry voice “Hey Tommy, want some water? You look so thirsty” you flash him a cocky smile, he probably didn’t know the subtext of your words but your tone likely gave him a hint.

“I ain’t gon’ slip up ‘round you.” He said in a haughty tone.

He crossed his arms, his pecs puffed out as they squished together. He was dressed similar to a 50s greaser you would see in a cheesy movie, his white t-shirt was working hard clinging to his oversized muscles and his light denim jeans didn’t have much room where it counted. He was wearing some nice black biker boots underneath too; It seems he came prepared to fight back against your deadly tactics.

You stood there with a devilish grin on your face,

“Uh-huh, we’ll see. Now did you want that water?”

He nodded and you turned around slowly to get in the door to the kitchen, making sure he saw your ass in those tiny little shorts that barely hid cheek. You knew you were successful when you saw his reflection in a framed picture on the wall that faced him from the inside, he had both his hands raised to his head in disbelief at the sight before him. You blushed as you let the water fill the glass in the sink -I have this in the bag-

When you came back out you saw Tommy overlooking the orchard, you walked up beside him and handed him the cup. He took the glass from your hands and thanked you, he guzzled the water so quick it was like it was a shot of liquor at a bar to him. He handed the glass back to you, as you grabbed it he grazed your hand purposefully with his fingers, you went and set it down on the table next to the swing bench -God he’s smooth-.

“I know what mama went and asked to ya” he didn’t look at you when he spoke,

“Hm” was all you could find to reply with

He continued, “Ya ain’t got to do nothin’ you ain’t wantin’ to do, y’know?”

You touch his forearm, he turned his head to look at you slowly, you weren’t sure if he was talking about the marriage or the commitment to his care, so you vaguely asked,

“Do you want me to?”

“I wanna know what you want” he was not exactly making things clear, so you decided to ask directly,

“You mean about taking care of you when they are gone?”

He looks away and lowers his head and nods,

You squint your eyes, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life” you hope your words were reassuring to him.

He whipped his head to look at you, “Y’sure? ‘cus if that’s true then…”

You nod and follow up, “Now the question is, do you want me there for the rest of your life?”

He turns his whole body to you creating a large shadow, he took your hand in his and said “I wanna be your husband real bad, more’n’ anything I could ever think of”

You smile, “Good, because I want to be your wife real bad, more than anything I could ever think of.”

Tommy let out a relieved chuckle, he kissed your hand and picked you up. You laugh and remove his mask, pressing your lips onto his, the prickling of his stubble tickled your skin, he slowly twirled around with you in his arms letting out muffled laughs behind his kiss. You had never seen him so happy before, his gnarled smile melted your heart into a puddle and you never wanted to see it fade. He released his lips from yours and put you down on the ground, you gave him his mask and he placed it back on his face.

“You can keep the mask off, no one is around but me.” You didn’t understand his long-held habit of hiding his face even when it wouldn’t matter.

He fitted the mask back on and nodded saying, “I wanna keep it off, but, my skin ain’t seen much sun and burns real easy.”

You felt a bit embarrassed from not realizing, but Tommy didn’t let you dwell on it,

“C’mon, let’s go look at them trees n’ I’ll let y’know what I can do for this here orchard.”

He takes your hand and leads you down to the rows of trees.

The shade under the foliage was a nice break from the blistering sun, Tommy immediately began inspecting the branches and checking the buds where new fruit would bloom. You watched as he gently moved around the dirt near the roots, he turned to you and said,

“I’ll be comin’ ‘round often to get things right for ya, but, so far so good.”

You felt less anxious about the daunting task ahead of you, the trees seemed to hold up really well without a caretaker and now that you had Tommy helping you, it felt like smooth sailing. He wasn’t even your husband yet and he was already taking responsibility to care for you. It made you feel so peaceful to know such a powerful man wanted to participate in your life and happiness.

You both wandered around the trees for a bit until you reached the shack where Dover lived, Tommy saw you tense up,

“Want me t’get rid of it?”

You shook your head, “No, no, or… at least, not yet. I might as well look inside and clear it out before we get rid of it. I want to make sure there isn’t much uhm…evidence of him.”

Tommy tilted his head, he knew you were right but he was concerned about the bad memories stressing you out. You walked up to the door and tried to open it but it was locked, you shake your head and huff,

“Guess I’ll need to look for a spare key somewh-“

Tommy moved you aside and promptly kicked the door in, it flung back to the wall behind it cracking in multiple areas,

“I… well ok then, guess I don’t need to find a key after all! You know, maybe I could have been able to refurbish it into a new home for a replacement caretaker.” You smile at him, he laughs,

“Y’weren’t gon’ make no one live in this.” He knew you well already.

When you stepped inside, you were hit with the disgusting stench of lingering body odor. You immediately covered your nose with your hand and wretched, Tommy took an orange handkerchief out of his back pocket and handed it to you. With the handkerchief on your nose, the stench was a bit more bearable, you thank him and continue to look around. The place was so tiny, it was barely the size of a bedroom in a single apartment. The walls were a dirty brown color and there were no ceiling lights just old lamps.

You saw Dover’s bed in the far end, an old tube T.V. was sitting on a tiny little side-table next to it. At the entrance you saw a small sink with no undercabinet; A toilet and shower area were tucked in a small room next to the fridge. He had a table pushed against a free wall with a dingey cabinet beside it next to the bed, you walked over to the table and saw the wall the table was pushed up against, it had a bunch of pictures stuck to it.

You looked back and saw Tommy peering in from the entrance, his arms resting on the top of the doorframe, he saw you look at the wall and asked,

“What y’seein’?”

You shrug and move in closer and see its all pictures of naked women from dirty magazines, all of their eyes were scratched out with pen.

You gasp, “Ew! It’s a porn wall Ugh!”

Tommy laughs at your reaction and calls out to you,

“Get outta there, nothin’ good fer ladies t’look at”

You hurry out of the shack and take in the fresh air,

“Ok this thing need to get demolished or burned or blown up I don’t know it just needs to be erased… the smell alone is a threat to the environment.”

Tommy props up the broken door to cover the entrance and follows behind you,

“I wanna show ya somethin’”

“Where?” you ask

“Somethin’ you’d find interestin’ s’long as it’s still there”

You follow Tommy out to the far end of the orchard, there’s a bunch of thick bushes that look like they were overgrown and began to encroach on the fruit trees. He walks up to the bushes and starts ripping up the branches with ease, he didn’t seem to care about possible spiders or other creepy crawlies that might get on him. You wait under the shade as he went further into the bushes, clearing a path of broken branches and flattened earth behind him.

“AHA HERE IT IS!” he yells

He turns to wave you over, you walk up to where he was crouched and carefully step into the bush. The soft leaves brushed your arms as you went through the newly formed path, Tommy takes your hand and pulls you over to an indent in the growth, it reveals an old stone that’s been overgrown with moss, weeds, and grass.

“What is this?” you ask

Tommy knelt down and pointed to some words etched into the stone and what looks like an imprint under the words, you move away some grass and weeds and see that it’s a handprint. You read the writing and it says ‘Tommy 1979’.

“Is that your hand print? What is this stone?”

Tommy smiles and touches it, his finger is longer than the entire handprint in the stone,

“Mama said she’d take me here as a baby ‘cus it was the only place I’d stop m’cryin’. Uncle Charlie made a concrete stone with my handprint n’ put it here.” He looked over at you and continued, “Tilly put down chairs n’ flowers when she moved out here, she kept it nice until she died.”

You rub his arm, “This is a cool spot, we should clear all these bushes out and make it nice again.”

Tommy stood up with you as you looked around to see if you could make out any formations under the bush.

“What y’lookin’ for?” Tommy asked

“I’m trying to see if these bushes are grown over chairs, why did this area get left unattended?”

Tommy pointed at the direction of the shack.

You nod, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

The sun was starting to really heat up the air, you could feel the rays begin to sizzle your skin,

“Let’s head back to my house, its too hot out here.” You say.

While walking back up the hill to your house, you made sure to walk ahead of Tommy, you emphasized the sway of your hips as you walked, just to push his buttons. Tommy watched as you teased him, he was white knuckling restraint to just grab you and open you up, you were good at making him weak.

You both arrived at the house and entered the kitchen to get more water, you gave Tommy a much larger glass this time and he definitely needed it. You watched as this large beast of a man removed his mask and proceed to guzzle down gallons of water, small droplets rolled down his neck and twisted a knot of desired in your core. -He drinks as much as a bull-

He downed the last drink and let out a pleased gasp of refreshment, he lifted his shirt up to dry his face from sweat and escaped water from the glass and your eyes travelled down to his soft, hairy stomach which puffed out from years of eating well. This man was massive and when you allowed yourself to gawk at him, it seemed to dawn on you just how unbelievably solid he was. You looked away and clenched the fabric of your shorts tightly, hoping you could release some of your attraction into the material.

Tommy noticed you looking tense and walked over to find out what was causing you to shrink your stature,

“Y’ok?” he asked.

His deep voice was like silk in the wind, smooth and entrancing,

“I uh, yeah I’m fine sorry.” You attempted to correct your cracking voice, unsuccessfully.

The house was quiet and cool inside, you wanted to get your mind right so you wouldn’t fail your salacious objective,

“Come check out the finished work in the bedroom, it looks brand new.” You wave for him to follow you.

Tommy followed closely behind you, having to duck down through the doorway just to get in the room. You began pointing at varied areas that were recently fixed saying how nice everything looked, Tommy walked over to the bed and inspected where the window was,

“This where that fire started?” he asked

You went over to where he stood and looked, it seemed there was a spot on the wall where the paint didn’t quite dry right, the color was a bit darker than the rest of the wall.

“What the hell? I never noticed this, how far does it go down?” you hopped on your bed and leaned over to inspect the wall behind the mattress.

Tommys eyes grew wide as he watched you bend on your knees, your ass was high in the air and your legs spread. He immediately felt his jeans tighten and his head began to swirl with lust. You were too busy inspecting the wall to realize what you were doing to him, you call out to him,

“Tommy, can you come check the wall here, I want to be sure its not just me seeing the paint looking off.”

Tommy let out a deep breath and slowly kneeled onto the bed next to you, but there wasn’t much room for him to look. He was trying to avoid pushing you with his body but he wasn’t able to see much with you in the way, he was making a mental effort to calm down the raging erection that now pained him. You noticed he was struggling so you pointed to where he needed to look and you positioned your body under his so he could look over you instead of past you.

He touched where the paint was dark,

“Yep, it’s different here. Nothing t’worry ‘bout though.”

You sighed “Well ok, that makes me feel better.” You removed yourself from under his chest and lay on the bed, your head to the pillow,

“Here, lay down, I’ll make some room for you.” You pat your hand on the area next to you

Tommy looked over your body, he focused in on your hardened nipples poking through your shirt, tantalizing him further. He didn’t want to reveal his stiffened groin to you, he knew you would work him up and he wanted to win, at least, he thought he wanted to win.

You watched as Tommy remained frozen looking at you, this made you curious until you saw where his dick was and a blatant hard on was pointedly visible in his pants. The arousal you had been feeling this whole time got dialed to a hundred, and you took no time to wreck this man’s self-restraint.

“Tommy, did I get you all hot and bothered?” your voice had a playful mocking tone to it.

Tommy sat on the bed covering his shame and blushing hard,

“No!” he proclaimed.

You giggle, “Why don’t you let me help you out with that.”

Tommy wanted you so badly but he also wanted to resist, he didn’t feel ready to release himself, he was scared he would unknowingly hurt you. He looked away, his cheeks were a bright pink from being flustered. You crawl towards him and put your hands on his thighs,

“Come on, after you were so cruel to leave me a wet mess last night…”

Your hands moved up his thigh and towards his penis, you rubbed the thick pipe-like mound that pressed against his jeans and you heard him whimper, this made you grin wildly,

“Look how trapped you are, at least let it out so you aren’t in pain.”

Tommy didn’t move, he just watched as you unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The lessened pressure felt good but it allowed for more blood to fill his shaft and harden an already firm erection, which made the sense of relief fleeting.

You felt a ball of heat form in your vaginal walls, slick wetness was now moistening your shorts and you were being driven into a craze,

“You wouldn’t leave me like that again, would you? I don’t know if I could forgive you if you did.” Your words rang in his ears. “Touch me Tommy, I need to feel you.”

He was awestruck by the sight before him, a gorgeous woman with barely any clothes on was basically begging to be with him. He wanted to do terrible things to you but the fear of causing harm overpowered his desires, you were so small compared to him,

“I-I don’ wanna hurt ya” he said in a whispered tone.

You stopped touching him and look up, “What do you mean?”

He sighs, “I ain’t able to… control myself when I get goin’ n’ well, I’m bigger than ya”

You couldn’t suppress your smirk, just the thought of him getting rough and wild was unbearably electrifying. You crawl closer to his chest and sit between his legs, you raise your hips and press your body on his causing his cock to be squeezed by your pelvis. Tommy inhaled sharply and restrained a moan, your hips lined up to reveal exactly how deep his dick would go if he were to bottom you out, this visual was driving him over the edge.

You could feel him twitching on your abdomen, and you knew you could get him to relinquish his control, you took a chance and lifted your shirt up off your body and tossed it to the side. You took his hand in yours and placed it on your breast, letting out a hushed gasp as his hand cupped your bosom. Tommy was losing his state of mind, he felt like he was in a dream and all he could focus on was you, he was straddling your bed with each leg dangling over either side of the small mattress.

Tommy massaged the skin around your breast, his fingers finding their way to your nipple where he softly pinched and pulled outward sending a tingling feeling up your spine. He placed his free hand on your other breast and squeezed with the perfect amount of pressure, he was mesmerized by the plush feeling in his hands. You bit your lip as he played with your perked nipples, he lowered you down to lay you flat on the bed. You raised your arms above your head giving him free access to the entirety of your torso, Tommy leaned over top of you trailing his hands over your skin which tickled your nerves.

His hands found their way to your shorts, he slowly pulled them off your body and growled when he saw you lay there before him unhidden by fabric. Tommy lay next to you on the bed he continued to touch your body as he put his arm under your head and wrapped his forearm around your shoulders so he could touch the breast closest to that hand.  His touch was so soft it was like a whisper of movement that barely brushed your skin and it made your eyes roll back.

He nuzzled into your neck and placed kisses up from your collarbone until he reached your lips where he paused and hazily looked into your eyes,

“Think y’can handle what’s comin’?” he said in a breathy barotone.

You lean your lips close to his, stopping a hairs breadth away,

“I want to touch the fire. Show me the flame”

He lowers his hand to your clit and massages the tip of the hood, you gasp while looking into his eyes, he grins and says,

“Y’ain’t scared of gettin’ burned huh”

You shake your head and squeal as he presses down with more pressure sending your nerves into a crackling fracture. He lets out a guttural laugh at your confidence, he quiets your moans by pressing his lips on yours, his tongue dancing into your mouth so it can find its partner. You reciprocate his movements and mingle your passion between each other. His finger slips between your parting and enters into you, it was intense and drove heat up into your medial region and made you cry out with bliss.

You broke the kiss so you could breathe in deeply, his finger movements were tactical and precise as if he knew exactly where each pleasure spot inside you was hiding. You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed onto his neck and moved your body to face his while hooking your leg around his thigh. Your slit was right up against the length of his pulsating member, you rubbed up and down the extent of it to get it soaked and ready.

Tommy whined as you moved, he remained patient as he waited for you to decide when you wanted penetration. You watched as his face contorted into a delirious expression, then when his eyes began to roll back you pressed his head into your welcoming warmth. Tommys eyes jolted open, he was breathing heavily, you slid down on him and let more in, this time it felt effortless. You moaned loudly as you began to slowly traverse the exorbitant distance of his cock, you felt your insides stretch with each new inch achieved.

Tommy officially lost himself, with his brain leading into a more primitive state he quickly grabbed onto your hips and rolled himself on top of you. He pressed his body down on yours pinning your movements, leaving just enough room to allow you to breathe. His head was faced deep into the mattress above your shoulder, his mouth sucking in air and growling into your neck. Tommy moved your forward and back with no restraint, his tip was being thrust so deep it kissed your cervix and jolts of painful pleasure shot up into your chest.

You tried to push his torso back to allow you some room to move, he grunted as he moved himself up and off your body while removing his shirt, you used your legs to push off of him so you could change your position, his dick slipped out of you with a lewd sound. You could barely see his eyes through his now tousled hair, he looked untamed, his pupils were dilated and his chest heaved with each pant.

You turned to face the bed, you could feel your legs tremble under you from the sudden change in Tommys demeanor. Just as you tried to reach for the pillow you felt a large hand grab your ankle and pull you away from it, you fell onto your stomach and had your legs pulled open just before he squeezed himself inside again. You let out a nervous giggle and loudly groaned as he pumped erratically, your body was screaming with joy as each thrust felt like a touch of delicious sin.

Just when you thought he had enough, he lifted you off the bed, cock still sheathed in your body, he raised your legs up with one arm and constricted his other arm around your ribs like a snake. You were suspended up on his chest, he bucked his hips and made your body rise and fall methodically. He was piercing into you, the lip of his glans bumped into your G-spot forcefully, you couldn’t help but scream out,

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!”

Your words were like an activation, Tommy began to press you deeper onto his cock and pull you farther up to maximize the sensation, he loudly huffed with grunts and deep breaths, you could tell he was ready to explode,

“Cum inside me Tommy, fill me up!” you plead.

He began to moan with each push, you couldn’t stop the feeling from washing over you with rippling static, your voice sang out with raucous harmony as an orgasm broke your sense of reality and made you see stars. Tommy reacted to your verbalization by painting your insides with his semen, as soon as you felt the first release he aggressively lowered you down and bent over you, with each procession of cum he pressed himself further in and husked a rumbling moan. You could feel your insides swell with his fluids, it felt like a void was overtaken and removed, you felt strangely complete.

Tommy flopped over to his side, dragging you with him, he kept his still erect manhood resting in your trembling canal. He seemed to be coming back to his senses as his breathing levelled out,

“How y’feelin’?” he murmurs

You let out a long breath and smile “I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

He slowly slides out of your hole, a sputtering flow of cum followed. You clench your abdominal muscles and squeeze to release more of his semen out onto the bed, you turn over to face him and he lifts his head with his arm as he gazed into your eyes, you laugh and say,

“So, was that you losing control?”

He closes his eyes and sighs, “Yeah, I mean, I know what all happened but, it was like m’dang body was doin’ its own thing.”

You nod, -That must be as rough as it gets-

“How come you get like that?” you ask

He shrugged, “I do somethin’ like that when I’ve taken a life too. That’s why I worried. Not sure why I do it.”

You place your hand on his cheek and brush away his hair,

“Did you at least feel everything?” you were curious

He blushed, “I felt it all, like I was in a wakin’ dream or somethin’”

He kissed your forehead, “Did I do alright?”

You laugh, “Oh yes, I’d like to do it again please”

He chuckles at your words, but then sits up suddenly, “Shoot, what’s the time?”

You sit up with him and look at the wall clock near the door, “It’s 4:30, why?”

Tommy gets off the bed and shoves his dick in his pants, he searches for his shirt and mask then puts them both on. He turns to you and says,

“I told mama I’d be back t’help with supper! I gotta skitter on outta here ‘fore she gives me heck”

He sped out of the room but then ran back in, knelt down, removed his mask and kissed your lips followed by,

“I love ya baby, come on back home tomorrow ‘round evenin’ time. I’m fixin’ to show y’somethin’ that’ll make y’smile”

And with those words, he sprinted out of your house like a bat out of hell. You snicker to yourself -he calls his place home for me? How cute, he must consider it ours already-

You got off the bed and removed the sheets to wash, you got into the bathroom and started the shower to get cleaned up. You were surprised at the amount of cum Tommy had, it seemed like he had endless loads ready to go -He’d be a baby making machine if he wasn’t sterile… thank god for that-

You let the warm water blanket your skin as you loaded up the soap in a net sponge, you smiled to yourself thinking about his little kiss that he almost forgot to give you, -I wonder what he has to show me?

Next Chapter-

[coffeeghoulie]

Hi!! Can I pretty please request number 15 from the kiss prompt list with Mountain and Swiss 🥺🫶

absolutely!! two big boys coming right up lol, hope you enjoy!

#15: passionately

Mountain is always hyperaware of his size and strength, the biggest ghoul in the band pack.

He is careful, and considerate, and reserves the full brunt of his power for hitting his drums. But even the strongest wills can be broken, and Swiss is one stubborn son of a bitch.

The earth ghoul tightens his grip on his sticks, the sweat on his palms making them slip in his grasp. He grits his teeth, trying to focus on his kit in front of him. Mountain growls, too law and rumbly for any of the humans to hear, but around him, his packmates all tense near imperceptibly.

Except, of course, Swiss.

The multighoul is too busy grinding against his micstand, grinning and making lewd gestures in the audience's direction, but Mountain can see the way his eyes glance over to his own platform, gold winking behind the lenses of his mask. Mountain can see the way his tail would be swaying coyly behind him if it weren't for their human glamours.

Mountain takes a deep breath, cursing as he hits the snare so hard his stick snaps cleanly in half. He growls and pulls another one out of his bag, keeping his gaze firmly in front of him for the rest of the show. He can feel the waves of smug satisfaction rolling off of the multighoul to his right, catching Cirrus in the crossfire. He growls again, shaking his head

Bows go as they always do, and Mountain quietly storms up behind Swiss and Aeon as they walk off stage together, heads pressed together and laughing. He growls, big hand grabbing Swiss by the back of the neck, letting some of his true strength bleed through his glamour.

Swiss yelps, and Aeon ducks away, eyes wide but a little amazed. Rain laughs as he and Dew walk past, and Aeon scrambles to meet up with them

"What's up with you, maple?" Swiss teases, pulling his faux innocence back on. Cool, calm, collected Swiss, and the thought makes Mountain's fingers tighten around the scruff of his neck.

For what it's worth, Swiss goes easily as Mountain pulls him into a dark alcove, spinning him and shoving his back against the cinderblock wall so hard he can feel the breath knocked from Swiss's lungs.

He laughs, dazed and giddy, as Mountain boxes him in, looming over the multi-ghoul, green eyes flaring in the darkness as he glares down at him.

"You know what's up," edelweiss," Mountain says, hands that dwarf even Swiss's curling into the front of his vest. "You think I'm fucking stupid?"

Swiss scoffs, still impossibly level despite everything. "Never, Mount. Smartest ghoul I know.”

Mountain leans down, their masks scraping together as he whispers in the multi-ghoul’s ear.

"Then why in the name of Belial did you think it was a good idea to mess with me?"

With how close they are, chests pressed together, clothes damp with sweat, there's no hiding the way Swiss shudders, a breathy keen escaping his lips, the air in the tight corner smelling of cinnamon and Mountain's own rosemary. "Mount," he breathes.

Mountain huffs, laughing as Swiss's head lolls back, the helmet thudding against the wall. "I've barely touched you, edelweiss, and you're all worked up. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before hauling Swiss up by the vest, crashing into a kiss that's mostly teeth, both of them losing their grips on their glamour. Swiss hisses as his bottom lip catches on Mountain's sharp fangs, but groans into it.

Mountain's head spins. As much as he hates to admit it, Swiss's teasing always gets to him way more than he lets on. It's messy and chaotic and he pins Swiss to the wall with it, even as Swiss's hands curl around the tubing on his helmet. It tastes of the fruit of his vape, sheer desperation. Their lips slide together, slick with their spit.

Mountain just knows both of their faces will be smeared with the remnants of their grease paint, nipping again at Swiss's lip in delight when he can taste it, and the brightness of the iron that follows quickly after.

He pulls back, leaving Swiss heaving, lip bleeding, eyes soft and hazy behind the lenses of his mask.

Mountain stares smugly down at him, adjusting his rumpled, soaked shirt. "That's all you get tonight, Swiss," he says, nearly a growl. "I'll know if you go to the others."

Swiss nods, chest still heaving as he catches his breath, licking at his lip. Mountain laughs as he turns and heads to the dressing room.

[scoops-aboy86]

I work in a behavioral therapy adjacent role, and I recently came across a cool information sheet about food sensory input that, I mean, because I think about Steddie at all times, immediately made me think of @hotluncheddie's autistic Steve stuff. Which I need to read more of! But, in the meantime, I thought this was cool.

It also maybe kind of explains my occasional intense need for cronchy and/or sour foods.

The following a checklist of foods organized into different textures, flavors, and consistencies. You can use this list to become “detectives” to help determine what works best to calm or alert your child (depending on the needs at the time). This can help bring your youth move to the desired energy level (calm or alert). This can provide sensory input throughout the day in order to adjust their arousal level to meet the demands of the situation.

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Chewy Foods- CALM Crunchy Foods- ALERT Sucking (candy or through a straw)- FOCUS

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Sucking Foods FOCUS

Ice

Hard candy

Candy sour balls

Suckers

Juice popsicles

Frozen grapes

Orange wedges

Lemon wedges

Chewy Foods CALM

Cheese

Fruit leather

Fruit roll ups

Dried fruit

Raisins

Chewy granola bar

Tootsie pops

Gum

Bagels

Gummy bears/worms

Licorice

Skittles

Crunchy Foods ALERT

Crackers

Popcorn

Goldfish

Crunchy cereal

Ginger snaps

Carrots

Celery

Other raw veggies

Apples, pears, etc.

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Sweet Foods- CALMING Salty Foods- ALERTING Sour Foods- VERY ALERTING Bitter/Spicy Foods- EXTREMELY ALERTING

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🍬 Sweet CALMING

Dried fruit

Applesauce

Pudding

Flavored yogurt

Candies (sugar free)

🥨 Salty ALERTING

Chips

Bread sticks

Croutons

Crackers

Pretzels

🍋 Sour VERY ALERTING

Lemonade powder

Lemons, grapefruits etc.

Sour candies

🌶️ Bitter/Spicy EXTREMELY ALERTING

Cinnamon gum

Black pepper

Chili powder

Coffee crystals

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Non-Food Items

There are several ways to get oral sensory input using non-food items. They are most often used while the jaw utilizes the chewing and sucking sensations (muscle work). Some ideas include:

Chewing gum (muscle work for the jaw and cheeks).

Chewing on straws (muscle work for the jaw and cheeks).

Using and exercise water bottle (sucking, using muscles).

Using a smaller or larger straw depending on how much work you want the jaw muscles to have.

Chewing on soft rubber tubing.

Musical instruments that require mouth input (recorder, harmonicas, flutes etc.)

[swaps55]

Does Sam have a favorite pancake flavor? Would Kaidan make him different varieties? Then again, would Sam be able to taste anything different between them? On the other hand, what's Kaidan's favorite pancake?

This all brought upon my need to make some apple pancakes. Also I'm slightly upset with you as I can't look at pancakes the same ever again lol.

Oooh, what a fun question!

Yes, I think post-war, when they are figuring out how domestic lives work, Kaidan would get a little creative with pancakes. Apple cinnamon. Gingerbread. Red Velvet. Chocolate chip. Pumpkin. Bacon.

Sam would dutifully eat all of them. His favorite would be plain that comes from a box, much to Kaidan's dismay. Worse, Sam will buy frozen pancakes, microwave them, and eat them naked rolled into a tube.

He has, however, reluctantly become a snob about syrup, not because he actually cares, but because he doesn't actually want to be thrown out of the house if he comes home from the store with whatever the 2180s version is of Mrs. Buttersworth.

Kaidan's favorite pancakes are probably the bacon ones. Sam does like those, because it puts two foods in one and now he doesn't have to eat two foods. He enjoys convenience.

[tastybelly]

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆!

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🍴 Cinnamon Roll Waffles

These cinnamon roll waffles come together in a flash thanks to the use of store-bought canned cinnamon rolls. Just pop each roll into your waffle maker, cook until golden brown, and top with icing.

Ingredients:

- 7 oz cinnamon roll dough (1 tube, with icing)

Preparation:

1. Place 4 cinnamon rolls in a preheated, greased waffle iron.

2. Cook for 2-3 minutes, until golden brown.

3. Serve with the reserved icing.

[pixelfoodie]

This Hungarian tube-shaped pastry popularly known as chimney cake traces its origin to the medieval era Székely Land—back then a part of the Kingdom of Hungary. The first known recipe titled Kürtős kaláts’ à la Mrs Poráni was found in a 1784 cookbook written by Transylvanian countess Mária Mikes de Zabola. The pastry shells are made from sweet yeast dough that is rolled in granulated sugar, basted in melted butter, and spit-roasted over charcoal. Freshly baked, kürtőskalács shells can be topped with additional ingredients such as ground walnuts or powdered cinnamon, but they're also often filled with ice cream or whipped cream. Kürtőskalács was once a festive treat favored by the Hungarian upper class, but over time it spread among the common people and became a part of everyday consumption, readily available as a street snack, and a big hit at festivals or similar outdoor events. An almost identical but slightly smaller Czech version of this sweet pastry goes under the name trdelník. Though it is highly disputed where it originally appeared, the pastry has undoubtedly become a vital part of Czech and Hungarian street food culture. Slovakian version, known as Skalický trdelník holds a PGI (Protected Geographical Indication) status under the EU law. src.: https://www.tasteatlas.com/kurtoskalacs photo ref.: www.bucatareselevesele.ro

[botmilf]

I have to get this headcanon out of my head, I have a feeling Cybertronians have a special way to consume human foods purely just for pleasure purposes, for the taste. And TFP Ratchet, most definitely has a sweet tooth, his favorite human food to snack on is Cinnamon Rolls, specifically the ones from Cinnabon Also I like to think he has a chubbier body type, squishy tummy, he strongly dislikes it when others call it out tho, he likes to refer to his chubbiness has 'muscle'

This reminds me of @breakdownsbuttlights's Ratchet! I go back and forth between that and something more like the Mountain's body type from Game of Thrones -

Like he definitely has some chubbiness but he ALSO has muscles. I feel this makes sense to me because of the demands of Ratchet's job. He has to be strong to be able to support mechs that are twice or even three times his size.

As far as consuming human foods, I think this is a cute headcanon! Personally though I feel that the bots can't consume human foods because their bodies are just not constructed to process something like that--it would also make for a lot of extra cleaning and gunking up tubes and crevices and stuff. But that's just me and my brain just overthinking itself into a hole so honestly, go forth and let them eat cake, kind Anon!

[ynneleac]

i say this like all the time but i hated home ec so much the year i took it genuinely the most useless class i ever took and i was in special ed classes until 6th grade "ohhh you'll learn to sew and how to do all kinds of homely stuff!" and what did we learn? absolutely nothing! all i remember doing in that class was preparing cinnamon rolls exactly as the instructions on the tube said and watching a modern marvels episode about chickens i'd already seen who knows how many times because modern marvels was one of my favourite shows as a kid there's a lot of classes i feel in retrospect i took little out of but even when i was young i was still like yo this class is worthless and not even in the typical childish way of saying that but in a genuine wow there was nothing of substance kind of way