#spice rolls= cinnamon rolls

[shadowmaat]

Mischief and Misinformation, part 1

Obi-Wan was sitting in the living area enjoying a cup of tea when Anakin's presence slammed into him with the force of a hurricane. Only judicious use of the Force kept him from bobbling his cup. He'd managed to set the cup back on its saucer and turned to the door as the boy himself entered.

"Master!" Anakin's face was drawn into a stormy scowl. "You never said you was a slave like me!"

"Were," Obi-Wan corrected automatically, before the words caught up with him. "Wait, I beg your pardon? I was a what?"

Anakin stomped across the room and flung himself into the other chair.

"You were a slave! I was in the Archives working on that dumb grammar thing and I overheard a couple of padawans talking and they were saying how you were passed over and sent away to the Aggor- Agurri-"

"Agri-Corp?" Obi-Wan ventured, non-plussed.

"Yeah! That! You were sent there and got stolen into slavery and Mister Qui-Gon came along an' saved you an' took pity on you an' made you his padawan!"

Obi-Wan used the excuse of sipping his tea to try and gather his thoughts.

"I'm not sure what you thought you heard-"

"I'm not lying!"

Dishes rattled nearby. He frowned down at Anakin, who ducked his head and muttered an apology.

"I'm not saying you did," Obi-Wan said. "However, those padawans must have been telling tales because I can assure you that I was never sent away to the Agri-Corp." He straightened a bit, unable to resist the chance to lecture on one of the Temple's common myths.

"Initiates aren't sent away to the service corps as some kind of punishment, Ani; it's a choice, it's always a choice. What good would a gardener or a healer or what have you if they had no interest or aptitude for the work?"

"But-"

"It's just a scare tale shared among the crechelings and initiates; that if you don't do well enough you'll be sent away from the Order."

Obi-Wan huffed a chuckle. "The Order does everything it can to protect its children. If there's someone who finds they aren't suited to the path of a Knight then there are several councils in place to help them find their way, whether it's to return home, continue a more normal course of schoolwork elsewhere on Coruscant, or to be apprenticed to a trade, the Order will never abandon one of its own."

"Even if someone thinks communication & grammar is a bunch of poodoo?" Anakin muttered into his lap.

He laughed. "Even then."

He reached out, offering, and Anakin slid off his chair and crawled into Obi-Wan's lap.

"I don't know what to tell you about the rest of that story those padawans were telling." He wrapped his arms around his own padawan. "I'm sorry you were the one to hear it and that it caused more upset, but I promise I've never been a slave and that Qui-Gon sought me out right here in the Temple to ask me to be his padawan; there was no pity or coercion about it."

"Oh."

The word was muffled by the folds of Obi-Wan's robes. He patted Anakin's back.

"In the future, I'd advise you to have a little more care in choosing who and what you believe. Padawans aren't always the most reliable source of information, you know."

He jostled his leg, earning a grumble.

"Now, why don't we head down to the cafeteria and see if we can sweet talk one of the servers into giving us some spice rolls?"

He pulled his arms back just in time.

"YEAH!" Anakin leapt out of his lap, punched the air, and headed for the door. "C'mon, Master! Stop being so slow!"

Grinning, Obi-Wan stood and stretched. "I'll try to keep up, Ani, but have pity on an old man."

"Just means more spice rolls for me!"

Anakin was out the door and running. Obi-Wan gave chase.

He didn't think much more about the story Anakin had overheard. At least not until the next one cropped up.

[academic-vampire]

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦

[fullcravings]

Cinnamon Roll Cupcakes

[becca-e-barnes]

Since it seems everyone is as horny as I am about men cumming quickly, let’s keep talking about it 🤤

The very second your lips touch Bucky’s, you feel how eager he is already. His lips are warm and plump and slick and insistent, gliding against your own with a hunger you can only hope to match.

His hands trail over your body, touching you with an urgency you’re very much enjoying. His fingertips dig in a little, making you feel like he craves you and it’s entirely dizzying.

“This isn’t fair. You get me so worked up.” He’s practically panting through kisses to your neck, nipping and biting his way to your breasts, encased in the pretty lace he picked out for you.

The thick outline of his cock is more than distracting and even in the dim bedroom light, you notice the sheen of precum that has soaked through his thin underwear.

He kisses your breasts tenderly, not removing your bra just yet. He wants to enjoy it; he wants to be able to call on the memory whenever he needs it.

“Fucking perfect.” He moans, letting his hand trail between your thighs, finding you wetter than he could’ve dreamed.

“Not yet.” You tease, removing his hand and sinking to your knees in front of him, pulling his underwear down his toned legs. His hard length bobs in front of your face, the tip wet with his own arousal and your mouth waters at the thought.

“Prove you can handle my pussy. Show me you deserve it.” Your hand wraps around the base of his cock while your tongue flicks against the tip, savouring the taste of him.

You pump your hand in time with your mouth, pausing every now and again to take as much of him as you can.

Your soft moans are nothing compared to his.

Fuck, he’s lost in the feeling of your warm, wet, sinful mouth and the thought of you swallowing his load.

“Babe please, slow down.” You hear him moan and it makes slowing down the last thing on your mind.

“Don’t you dare.” You take just a second to breathe before you’re back to stroking and sucking his faster than before. He’s not going to last. He knows it. So do you. That’s exactly what you want.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groans, desperately trying not to but that’s hard when he’s watching your pretty face and focusing on the way your lips look wrapped around his dick.

It’s a toss up. In your mouth or over your face? It hardly matters when you have him exactly where you want him.

[food-gifs]

Autumn Baking - Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls

[reunitedinterlude]

lofi phantasy: the album

track 17: coffees and cookies

[daily-deliciousness]

Pumpkin cinnamon rolls

[sweetoothgirl]

Pumpkin Spice Cinnamon Rolls

[batty-n-bratty]

Hey (with the intention to have matching halloween costumes, carve pumpkins, binge watch Over the Garden Wall, bake cinnamon rolls, and drink cinnamon apple spice with you)

[etheral-moon]

Books don't need smut to be good.

[luxurylearry]

[foodfoodfoodffoods]

PUMPKIN SPICE CINNAMON ROLLS WITH TURKEY SAUSAGE YAAAASSSS

[fullcravings]

Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls

[someautumnair]

[withthoseangeleyes]

♡𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔰 & 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 ♡