#fluffy cake

[lilcottoncandyheart]

Happiness 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥞🧸

[queenketouk]

SUGAR FREE KETO STRAWBERRY TIRAMISÙ

Sugar Free Keto Strawberry Tiramisù is a refreshing, lighter version of classic Tiramisù, WITHOUT COFFEE and WITHOUT RAW EGGS.It's perfect for the warmer weather, and even easier than traditional Tiramisù.You'll get 6 generous servings from the recipe (5g carbs), or 9 (3.3g carbs) if you're a little conservative when it comes to portion sizes. I'm not usually a cake monster, but this cake is so good, so fluffy, and so light, that only a large slice will do for me :D Read the full article

[beverage2000]

Printemps x Mecha PaniQ

[lilcottoncandyheart]

fluffy cake fluffy strawberry cake 💕💖🍰👀💕

이브 케이크 먹기!

[qiopie]

happy birthday to this fattie

[mintypsii]

whole cake

[makenna-made-this]

How are we supposed to Live Laugh Leghorn in this heat??

[chrisbangs]

돼끼 탄생 비화 💕

[threeberryicecream]

ふわふわケーキをつくったよ・I Made a Fluffy Cake

[lizzy019]

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐼'𝓂 𝒯𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹.. ♥

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader [Reader is female at birth, vanilla dom]

cw -> intimacy, pet names, idfk, it's fluffy smut

Word count -> 1.4K

Johnny was known in the gang of greasers for being shy, sensitive and worrisome. His home wasn't good, so it balanced out to why that was. Regardless, you took a liking to him. How quiet and sweet he could be, his little stutters whenever he got too nervous or something bothered him.

You walked alongside him coming back from the Nightly Double, your arm looped in his as his hands were stuffed deep into his pockets. He walked fast, it made you smile as you struggled to maintain his pace. His expression was all but nervous however, and it made your smile quickly fade.

“Johnny, what’s wrong?” You asked softly, hand rubbing along the flat muscle of his arm.

His puppy-like expression turned more hard when you asked the question, but he simply shook his head in response as if that would quench your curiosity.

“Johnnycake, come on. Y’know I won’t use it against ya.” You assured him more gently, smiling.

This caused him to soften a little, and he turned his head to face you. He seemed worried, real worried too.

“I just.. I don’t wanna go home tonight. What if my parents are still fightin’ like they were before I left? I’m scared they’ll use me as the middleman again.” He confessed, shoulders drooped down and eyes half lidded. 

This also made your body slouch, more in an empathetic manner. Even if you were tired from the movie, your head half asleep, you chose to be kind and responded to him with a genuine apologetic offer.

“Would ya wanna come sleep at my house t’night? My parents ain’t home, gone seein’ relatives. I can sneak ya in, if you'd like.” You smiled, eyes hopeful as you crossed your fingers in your head for a yes. Please, please, please… Your head chanted.

You could see the gears practically turning in his mind, and after a second or two, his response came out positive. A soft “yes” wafted through his lips, and your expression became bright. His pace couldn't match yours as you sped walked all the way to your house.

Back home, you let Johnny shower in your tub and gave him a clean pair of pajamas from the last time he’d come to your home. It was nice, the way he smelled like your soap and his greaseless hair shone from natural health.

He sat on your bed while drying his damp hair, occasionally looking up at you while you removed the light makeup you wore. You were beautiful to him, not even in a lustful way.

Seeing him stealing glances through the mirror, you chuckled softly and put your items down to gently touch his damp hair and press kisses to his hairline. He was a sweetie, you’d come to the conclusion. Johnny looked up at you with bright eyes, his slight smile showing that he liked the few kisses.

“Baby, I’m tired. D’ya mind if I crash on your bed? I know I promised to sleep on the sofa but.. I dunno, it looks uncomfy.” He pleaded softly, which erupted a big smile to your face.

“Sure you can! It may be a bit of a tight squeeze to fit on the bed together, but I don’t mind if you’d like to.” You assured him, changing from your everyday wear to a simple night gown. It was almost pitiful how lazy you were sometimes.

Regardless, you two began to have innocent cuddles with soft kisses and whispers, occasional playful groping and legs tangling with each other’s until you started to feel a little bubbling in your loins. 

You wanted him. Not lustfully, just intimately. From his smile to the way he walked, it was as if your soul wholeheartedly craved him. So in a feeble yet subtle attempt to make your point noticed, your knee was moved to gently grind up at his clothed cock in his pants.

For a second, you felt wrong and rude. Invading his privacy like this wasn't nice, and you wouldn't be surprised if he just pushed your knee away and continued trying to fall asleep.

But it didn’t seem like that. His hips involuntarily grinded against your knee, a whimper or two escaping him as he found it to be hot using some other part of you asides your hand, mouth or pussy to provide him pleasure.

Your hands came to gently run around his torso, his ribcage a bit prominent from lack of food from his parents. You’d cook him food, you thought to yourself. Hands lovingly grazing his pecs, touching his nipples until they hardened before your hand slipped out from under his shirt to gently caress his hip bones.

“Johnny, take everything off..” You whispered, proceeding to take your own stuff off too.

He complied, hands scrambling to take the fabrics of his clothes off as his body adjusted as well.

Cock sprung free, hands nervously twitching and eyes silently begging for assistance. It was cute, he was cute. Johnny’s hands met your waist almost instantly as you pushed him to lay on the pillows, getting into a collapsed cowgirl position for comfort.

“You need a safe word? Or do you think we’re good to go without pauses?” You asked gingerly, your serene voice causing his heart to melt as you put his comfort first.

“N-no safe word, I can do it.” Johnny assured you firmly, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your lips as you fisted his cock once or twice to get a bit of precum on it for lube. You smiled, reaching for the bedside table as you pulled out a condom and some lube.

You gently rolled the condom onto his erection, coating the latex in a bit of lube before you began to sink yourself down onto his cock. A low groan escaped your chest once you fully set yourself onto him.

“Oh Johnny..! Atta boy, stretchin’ me so good.” You moaned softly, pressing lazy kisses to his neck while his hands groped and massaged your tits.

He was whining and writhing in pleasure, eyes watery from the pace and genuine intimacy of the moment. You two were so closely connected, physically and emotionally, that this moment was utter heaven.

“Yes baby, yes! Please, f-faster, faster! I wanna put a baby in you, oh God!” Johnny whined loudly, hands flying to the fat of your ass as he desperately thrusted up into you. 

What a sweetie, you couldn't help but smile, nodding along the way. Your hips collided into his, speeding up the pace as your walls repeatedly clenched and unclenched every time his cock’s tip kissed your cervix. 

“Johnny..! Oh God, don’t stop baby, you got this.” You groaned, pressing hickeys to his skin as a climax bubbled in your lower stomach.

It was speeding, each thrust heightening the feeling of an orgasm which was so close to its finale. Painful cries escaped you as you got closer, his hands tightening around you in a hug as he too felt himself nearing release.

Hot, searing pleasure crashed over both of you, him first with the latex condom almost flying off from thick bubbles of cum before yours came crashing like waves. Pulsating walls squeezed him dry, huffing and panting as your highs faded away.

You were the first to really get up, scurrying off to the bathroom to retrieve a dampened warm towel to clean both of you up.

Towel in hand, you gently peeled the condom off of him with a laugh and made the towel splat on his now floppy cock to clean whilst you put the used latex in the trash.

“Well, that was definitely something.” You chuckled, cleaning yourself up after him and yeeting the towel into the hamper.

Basking in the afterglow, you rest on your side watching him sleep after waking. He looked so peaceful asleep, it made your heart flutter. Regardless, you knew you had to wake up, so you begrudgingly crawled out of bed and fixed the blanket to cover him more before dressing and exiting.

You made yourself a tea to soothe the aches in your throat from screaming in pleasure last night, making him a cup too just before he woke up.

“Good mornin’ baby, how was your sleep?” You asked benevolently, gesturing to the mug with his favourite tea in it.

His smile was shy after that, and he nodded after he sipped his tea.

“Real good, baby, real good”.

[matcha-flavored-cake]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

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[cherubchoirs]

Zap! I put Fallen Gabriel in that Santa dress!

season's greetings from treachery!!!!!

[heartnosekid]

💛 rosy maple moth 🩷

for anon!

🩷-💛-🩷 / 💛-🩷-💛 / 🩷-💛-🩷

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

I could be a good motherrrrrrrr

[bittertoxicity]

Happy birthday 2 @/mortis-fox !!!

[zilluzion]

aaaaaaaawawa is my birthdayyyy hii :3