#syrup taste test

[july-19th-club]

WHO! will go to crawford county fair with me either friday night or saturday . none of you live here so obviously nobody but if you did you'd go to the crawford county fair . right?

[bon-bons-kindiner]

OH MY GOD I GOT TOO EXCITED YEAH RHAT WAS A TASTE TEST. IM SO SORRY I WAS CAUGHT UP IN EXCITMEN !!!!!! -VANNY B SLASH 🔪🐇

It’s all good!! I get it!!

I think you’d taste like: Watermelon Monster Energy!!!

[mixing-other-drinks-with-milk]

Chocolate Syrup

5/5

this one’s a classic and not very interesting, but i wanted to make something i like today. finished the glass (of course). would absolutely try again, delicious.

[protect-namine]

tried claire saffitz's peach cobbler recipe. it does taste good but it tastes better if you make a quick vanilla sauce instead of just using cold cream. however! I could also just be saying that because I knew I fucked up the filling by putting too much lemon and not enough brown sugar. but also, vanilla sauce always goes well with a lot of desserts. you can't go wrong with it. it's like a step below making anything into an a la mode

[yawnderu]

Pervert — König x Reader

CW: König is a pervert in this one, "I sucked dick on accident"!Reader, dubcon.

"Easy. That's white chocolate." You're currently on your knees, playing a little game with König. 'Taste test', wanting to make sure all your senses are working well, hence the blindfold covering your eyes.

"Good. Now what's this one?" His hand went to your neck, gently lifting your chin up as one finger of the other hand was gently shoved into your mouth, your tongue willingly licking his finger and tasting the liquid covering it. You recoil back with a face of mild disgust, dragging a laugh out of him.

"Dark chocolate. Ugh." Your nose scrunches up in disgust again, the bitter taste still on your tongue.

"I'll bring you something sweet, wait." You hear his footsteps disappear into the kitchen but you don't remove the blindfold, staying on your knees until he's back.

"Here." He puts something in front of your lips and you lick without hesitation, ignoring the way his breathing quickens, thinking it's because he rushed from the kitchen. Whatever you're licking is thick, your tongue lapping at it while the sweet taste hits your tongue, thankfully getting rid of the taste of bitter, dark chocolate.

"Keep— keep sucking, there's more." You can recognize the taste of whipped cream, though the more of the object you hesitantly suck down your mouth, the more different things you can taste. You slowly suck more, almost gagging at the feeling of something so thick going down your throat. You gag a little bit, head recoiling back slightly as you go back to sucking on the tip, trying to get the exact flavor so you don't fail this stupid game he's making you play.

"Whipped cream and peanut butter." You reply with confidence, making König's cock twitch.

"There's more, you just have to go deeper." He's slowly jerking off, a fat pearl of precum staining his tip, hoping the whipped cream around his cock will mask the taste.

"Are you making me suck on a cucumber?" You ask with a laugh, playfully slapping his thigh, though your hand remains there.

"Yeah— don't bite it." You pushed your head back to his cock and you opened your mouth, trying to suck until you could taste the other things. You push him down your throat enough to taste it... chocolate syrup. Your tongue laps at it from the bottom, your gagging noises making you unable to hear his breathing hitch, though you can feel something in your mouth. You pull away slowly, eyebrows furrowed under the blindfold at the new taste.

"... saline water?"

[luckystorein22]

Are there gourmet cuisine dishes prepared with maple syrup?

Maple syrup is a delightful natural sweetener that adds a unique touch to various dishes. Its rich, complex flavor profile and versatility make it a popular choice for both sweet and savory creations. In this article, we'll dive into the world of gourmet cuisine and discover some delectable dishes that feature maple syrup as a star ingredient.

1. Maple-Glazed Salmon:

Indulge your taste buds with a succulent maple-glazed salmon dish. The combination of the delicate, flaky fish and the sweet yet slightly smoky glaze creates a harmonious blend of flavors. The maple syrup caramelizes beautifully, enhancing the salmon's natural richness. Serve it alongside roasted vegetables for a satisfying and healthy meal.

2. Maple-Balsamic Roasted Brussels Sprouts:

Elevate humble Brussels sprouts to gourmet status with a maple-balsamic glaze. The sweetness of maple syrup balances the slight bitterness of the sprouts, while the balsamic vinegar adds a tangy twist. Roast them to perfection for a side dish that will impress even the most discerning palates.

3. Maple-Glazed Pork Tenderloin:

For a hearty main course, try a maple-glazed pork tenderloin. The maple syrup forms a luscious caramelized coating on the succulent meat, creating a sweet and savory masterpiece. The flavors meld together beautifully, making this dish a true crowd-pleaser. Serve it alongside roasted potatoes or a crisp salad for a well-rounded meal.

4. Maple-Pecan French Toast:

Indulge in a decadent breakfast or brunch treat with maple-pecan French toast. Dip thick slices of bread in a mixture of beaten eggs, milk, and a generous drizzle of maple syrup, then pan-fry until golden brown. Top it off with toasted pecans and an extra drizzle of syrup for a delightful morning delight that will make your taste buds sing.

5. Maple-Glazed Carrots with Thyme:

Enhance the natural sweetness of carrots with a maple-thyme glaze. This elegant side dish features tender carrots roasted to perfection with a touch of maple syrup and aromatic thyme. The result is a medley of flavors that will add a vibrant touch to any meal.

Conclusion:

Maple syrup offers a world of culinary possibilities, taking gourmet cuisine to new heights. From savory main courses to sweet delights, its distinct flavor and natural sweetness add depth and character to dishes. So, the next time you're looking to impress your guests or simply treat yourself, consider incorporating maple syrup into your cooking. Explore the versatility of this delightful ingredient and let your taste buds embark on a sweet and savory journey like no other.

[mechaknight-98]

Memories (NSFW) FT Chaewon

Author’s Notes: I was not lying about the super drop. Here’s something short and breezy for the birthday girl.

Chaewon sat comfortably in “her chair” naked in your apartment. Your flight had landed 35 minutes earlier and that meant you would be back home any moment now. So she stripped herself and got in her self-proclaimed chair to wait for you. This had been your longest business trip and as per your customs, she would fuck you silly on the day of leaving and the day of return. It was cathartic and always a pleasure for both of you as you both didn’t understand restraint so you always gave all of yourselves to each other. Some would call it codependent but your relationship has stood the test of time thus far. So much so the rest of the Chaewon’s members, tease her about how “she and you are gonna get married and have a bunch of kids because you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other,” but Chaewon doesn’t care you fought for her affection/respect and won it like a man she’d happily fuck you dry until you were both 90. Speaking of you Chaewon heard your footsteps travel up the stairs having memorized your walking pattern “1,2 slow then a and a pause quick 3,4” Her pussy began to pulse and leak.

As soon as she heard the door lock Chaewon couldn’t help it. She spread her legs and began to furiously play with herself as you walked in. It took you a moment to register the familiar sound of her squelching digits digging into her sopping pussy.

Chaewon flowed like a fountain always when you came back from your work trips.

You lol locked eyes with Chaewon and she smirked watching your bulge grow under her gaze. She made a simple command as she took her fingers out of her and began to suck on them. As always she tasted like simple syrup

“Fuck me like the animals we are,” Chaewon smiled when she saw the feral glint in your eyes that matched the rabid glint in hers. She watched as you ripped off your clothes in a feat of Herculean strength. She smiled as her man approached her before plunging into her sodden sex. Chaewon moaned

“I missed you so much,” you said. Chaewonsmiled and then demanded

“Tell me,” Chaewon demanded

You pulled out halfway while making eye contact with Chaewon.

“I missed this tight pussy, and how it tries to get me to cum with every stroke,” you said as you rammed back into her. Chaewon moaned as you made another thrust and said

“I missed your sexy hips and they’re so pleasant to grab.” You said before impaling Chaewon with your rod again while grabbing her hips, eliciting another moan from Chaewon. You smiled as you gave her another rough thrust. Chaewon’s petite breasts jiggled raggedly as she tried to recover. Her body raked against yours as pleasure ran through her. Your rod pierces Chaewon again as she moans uncontrollably at the pleasure and you grunt. Her tight pussy constricted You in ways you couldn’t believe but drove you that much closer to release.

"I missed This sexy tummy and the abs I would paint with my cum" you said as your hands ran around her tummy and traced the grooves of her abs causing her to moan before she came.

"Oh fuck," Chaewon moaned as you continued thrusting into her chasing your high. She smiled and with a defiant look in her eye, she said.

"Let's make this memory special. Cum in me baby." You were uncertain until she repeated her request twice. You smiled before thrusting into her one more time before you exploded into her. She smiled as the both of you came down from your high.

"Happy Birthday Chaewon," you say with a smile.

She smiles back and kisses you.

"Let's get some dinner," she says and you happily oblige her.

[luvfy0dor]

“I Can't Help But Pamper You ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

warnings; kisses, sassy Fyodor,

description; pampering BSD boys at home? I dunno how else to describe it jdskskkek

A/n; Happy birthday to Dazai and happy Juneteenth!!! I've been swamped with state testing and finals and studying for them, I got three more to go, 3/6 completed. I'm kinda excited for summer but I'll feel like I have nothin' to do. idea cred to @yaeeko and Nikolai scenario inspiration from @ilovechuuy4

Dazai Osamu ★

Dazai is almost never the first one up. Every morning, you take on the responsibilities of an alarm clock by shaking your boyfriend awake from his fifth 'just five more minutes' every morning. You were blessed with weekends off, though, and one Saturday morning when you inevitably woke up before Osamu, you decided to embrace your inner chef. Maybe you're not the best cook, but anyone is better than Dazai, so you did most of the food preparation. You never really made breakfast, though. Dazai usually just took an apple or two and you never had time to power up the stove and make pancake batter or anything of the sort, so this morning, you figured you would. You whipped out a couple pans, and some boxed pancake mix and eggs and got to work. You made sure Dazais eggs were cooked just right before playing them, a long with the less-than-perfect pancakes. Sure they were a little crispy, but Dazai wouldn't mind too much. All that was left to do was grab a fork and syrup and bring the meal back to him in your room. Pushing the door open with your foot, you walked in and set the plate on the nightstand, gently shaking him awake. His brows furrow and his nose scrunched up. "'Samu, wake up, I brought you breakfast." You say, running your fingers through his messy brown hair. He stretches his limbs before peeking open his eyes and smiling. "Did you now? How romantic of you!" He sits up and lets you hand him the plate. "This is so thoughtful of you! Come sit down." He pats the empty spot next to him. You crawl over him to get there and lean onto his shoulder once your fully situated. His nimble fingers grip the fork loosely as he cuts off a sliver of the pancake and holds it up to your lips. "Go on, try it." He encourages and you bite it off of the fork, humming at the taste. "Wow, I did pretty good, huh." You say, satisfied. He nods with a grin, continuing to munch on his breakfast. "Better than that time you burnt gravy." You roll your eyes but nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

Chuuya Nakahara ★

The second you offered a hot shower with Chuuya to unwind one evening, he was happily accepting. He wasted no time heading to the closet to grab a towel, slinging one over his shoulder for you along with his. He let you pull him in by his waist for a kiss while you leaned against the sink, and even though the shower wasn't turned on yet, the mirrors were already fogging up. Your hand creeps up to cup his face, running your thumb over his pronounced cheekbones as he sighs into your kisses. He pulls away, his face flustered and red. "C'mon, let's get into the shower before we end up distracted." He says playfully. He starts to undo his vest and meets you halfway in the middle without having realized that your fingers were fumbling with the buttons too. He chuckles quietly and lets you help him finish undressing before the both of you step into the steamy shower. He hums in contentment at the feeling of the hot water against his overworked muscles, his body immediately relaxing. Your instinct tells you to hug him from behind while the water cascades over the two of you, but you reason that it would be uncomfortably hot, so you opt to wash his body for him instead. He'd let a quiet but pleased sound out at the favor, mumbling thanks and closing his eyes, letting the relaxing water nearly consume him. Chuuya had never loved showers more than he did when he took one with you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

Every night before you went to bed, you had a really quick skincare routine. All it really was was washing your face, putting on moisturizer, and using a lip scrub, but you enjoyed it and felt that it did what it was supposed to. Occasionally, Fyodor would stand by and watch, his interest piqued. Sometimes he'd ask questions or make comments on your routine, such as "that must be why your lips are so soft." Or "What exactly does it do for your face? I don't think it can really fix it." I'm a firm believer that Fyodor is actually kinda playful and teases his partner from time to time. "Its not supposed to 'fix it', dumdum. It makes the skin softer 'nd stuff." You'd reply with an eye roll. He'd fall silent for a second, watching as you apply the scrub to your lips. "Can I try it?" You put you finger on your chin and hummed pensively, turning to him and nodding. "I guess." You rummaged through the drawer in the sink for your recently discarded headband with floppy, worn out bunny ears on the top. He leaned against the sink and let you put it on him, pulling it over his head and then pushing it up again to keep his long bangs out of his face. He looked over his shoulder at himself in the mirror while you grabbed your moisturizer and scrub and grimaced. "I look much better with my bangs. This certainly isn't ideal." He'd tell you, turning back to face you, only to be spinned around once again.

"Just splash some water on your face." You say, turning the sink on for him. "Is that really necessary? My shirt is going to get all soaked-" "You can always change, go on, Fedya.' You say, your hand on his lower back as he reluctantly leans over the sink and gently uses his cupped hands to bring the water to his face a couple times. When he stood back up again, water dripped down his skin and from his eyelashes and his cheeks were very slightly flushed. "What now? I'm all cold and wet." He murmurs, standing stiffly as the droplets continue to roll down his face. You grab a small towel and pat his face dry for him, getting to his lips and stealing a quick peck. You then pump some of the moisturizer onto your hand and start rubbing it into his pale skin. The cream leaves a glossy effect afterwards and he runs his fingers over his cheek to feel the smooth texture. He watches you take out the lip scrub and gather some on your finger. "Open up." You say. He raises an eyebrow but parts his lips, slightly grimacing as you aggressively apply the product. "Okay, now rub your lips together." He does as directed and can't help but lick his lower one. "It tastes good, like artificial blueberry." He says and you nod in agreement. "My lips do feel softer, though." He says, continuously feeling them and taking in the softer texture. "Let me feel." You say, gently guiding his hand away from his mouth in order to lean in and kiss him, intertwining your fingers with his as you do so. "Yeah, I think it definetly worked." You mumble as you pull away. Maybe you should rope him into your routine more often.

Nikolai Gogol ★

"Dove, you ever see those people who put on face masks and then they do the whole 'cucumber over the eyes' thing? We should try that!" Your boyfriend calls out to you from the kitchen, searching for the cucumber you bought last week. He finally found it in one of the drawers and quickly grabbed a cutting board and knife. "Where'd that come from?" You ask with a raised eyebrow as you walk into the kitchen, standing at the counter next to him. "I dunno, it just came to mind. Seems fun though, doesnt it?" He chopped six slices off of the cucumber and wrapped it back up to be put back in the fridge. "Yeah, sure." You grab one of the slices and take a bite. "Let me go grab the face masks real quick. Do you want your robe? To enhance the experience?" He grins as he heads down the hallway to the bathroom. "Kolya it's like, a million degrees in here, it's summer and we have no ac, I'm surprised you're not already walking around naked and you wanna wear a robe? You're out your mind." You say, following the white haired man to find him in the bathroom closet, grabbing two charcoal masks. "I'll do as I please, and if that's wearing a fuzzy robe in the summer, then so be it. The cucumbers will cool me down."

You roll your eyes and pull the hair tie you keep on your wrist off to bunch up and hold Nikolais bangs out of his face. "Mm, much better! Let's go, I want to lay down." He says with an excited smile, dragging out along back to the couch. He plops down and sprawls out, half of one leg hanging off the edge. You follow suit but remain sitting up and rip the mask open by the tear strip. "Oops, we forgot the cucumbers in the kitchen." He says, opening his portal and sticking his arm through, pulling it out a couple seconds later with the cucumbers in hand. "Thank you." You say appreciatively. "Now close your eyes." You say, placing two of them on his eyes. "I feel much cooler already." He says, making you roll your eyes with a smile. You squeeze out the mask and spread it onto his face with your pointer finger until it covered most of the surface area except for his lips. "This is so relaxing! I'll have to do yours for you after I'm done with mine." He says, clearly having a great time. You gently massage his scalp while you let him marinate and can't help but be surprised that he hasn't eaten the cucumbers yet. Just as you the thought floats through your head, he reaches over and grabs one of the extra cucumbers on the plate, bringing it to his mouth and practically swallowing it whole. You laugh at him quietly. "I thought those were for me?" He hums to indicate that they weren't as he chews. "Not anymore." You smiled and lean down to peck his lips quickly, feeling your heart flutter with affection for him, just like it did the day you first met. "Alright, Kolya, whatever you say."

Sigma ★

Sigma was very fond of done-up nails, always admiring his customers when they had them painted with colors and sparkles, glossy or matte. One evening, he turned in from his manager job for the night and called out your name, just to find you sitting in bed, cross-legged, painting your nails. His eyes literally up and he walked closer, sitting down next to you. "That's a pretty color. Can you do mine too?" You looked up at him and smiled, shaking your hand to get the polish to dry faster. "Yeah, just give me a second.." you say, blowing your nails and continuously shaking them. It didn't take long for them to dry and you held out your hand for Sigmas. "Alright, let me see." He quickly put his hand in yours. You unscrewed the cap and scraped off the excess nail polish and started painting his left nails. His gaze was fixated on the brush as his nails went from a pale white to a glossy red. You made it to his ring finger before stopping. "Do you want an accent nail?" You ask him. His brows slightly furrowed before a look of realization appeared on his face. "That's when one of them is different, right?" You nod. "Yeah, what other colors are there?"

You reach over to a small, plastic bag on the nightstand and pull out three other polishes, one a shade of purple, a white one, and a black one. "Can I have purple?" You smiled and nodded, unscrewing the cap. "It almost matches your hair." You say, painting his ring finger and then alternating to the red one again for the pinky. "Wave your hand so it dries faster." He does as told. "I'm so happy, I see all these people with nails like this and I've wanted to do mine for a while. Did you know?" You shrugged with a smile, starting on his right hand. "Well, I always see you admire other people's nails, so I figured I'd do mine so you'd give me that attention too, but no, I didn't." You finish up his left hand and instruct him to wave it. "Ohhh...well that's even better because now we can match." He says. His cheeks are a little pinker than before and he takes your hand in his, examining your near perfect nails. "They're so pretty." He mumbles, looking back up at you with his big eyes. "Thank you." You appreciatively say, leaning in to peck his lips. He kisses you back happily and squeezes your hand. He felt so much joy every time he looked at his colored nails, and even more when he saw yours and his together.

A/n; I wasn't gonna put a 2nd a/n but it feels weird not being here, but I don't got nothing to say 🤷

[captain-hawks]

Omg yay spicy sleepover! I have been having major kaiju no 8 brainrot lately (and I love the way you write them) so either Hoshina or Gen (you pick!) and the summer activity is eating a popsicle!

(✨ why not both ✨)

gen narumi x f!reader x soshiro hoshina

c: 18+ only, semi-public sex, inappropriate use of a popsicle, temperature play, oral/spit fixation, oral sex, cum swapping, cum eating, creampie

SPICY SLEEPOVER — HEAT WAVE EDITION

“C’mere,” Soshiro rasps, his finger skirting beneath your chin as he places the red popsicle between your open lips and slides it into your mouth.

You let your eyes flutter shut, immediately salivating as the slick, wet stick of ice glides across your tongue. It tastes like cherry, but even more than that—it tastes like it’s been passed back and forth between Gen and Soshiro’s mouths. You imagine the layer of spit they’ve both left behind and moan around the popsicle as you begin to suck on it more eagerly.

“Fuck,” Gen mutters, watching as you take it even deeper into your throat.

The towel bunches up beneath you as Gen slides closer when Soshiro slowly pulls the stick out of your mouth, his lips closing over yours.

Gen groans as the cool temperature of your mouth collides with the heat of his, licking his way inside, tongue curling around yours. Fingers digging into the beach towel sprawled out beneath you, you gasp into the kiss, back arching further when Soshiro’s cold lips latch onto the swell of your tits, his fingers toying with the straps of your bathing suit.

Ocean waves crash against the shore of the small, deserted cove, gulls crying out overhead, but you can hardly hear anything beyond the lewd, wet sounds of lips on mouths and skin.

Gen’s lips leave yours as he threads his fingers into Soshiro’s hair, leaving the soft locks array as he tugs roughly until he elicits a groan from the other man, whose thumb is now stroking one of your peaked nipples through your top. He nips Soshiro’s lower lip, a playful look in the curve of his mouth, and Soshiro’s eyes flash as his hand momentarily abandons your tits to pull Gen’s hair back even harder. Gen gasps, though the sound is quickly cut off as Soshiro’s lips crash into his.

Swiping the popsicle, you watch Soshiro wrestle Gen to the ground, the heat curling in your abdomen flaring white-hot at the sight of the former grinding his hips downward into the latter as he pins his wrists to the towel.

You let the two of them go at it for a few moments, marveling at the dichotomy of Gen Narumi—with you, he’s in control (for the most part).

With Soshiro, he likes to test his limits and push his boundaries—but there’s no question as to who’s always going to be the one gasping and begging for it after.

When they turn their attention back to you, Soshiro curses under his breath as he takes in the wet streaks of popsicle syrup you’ve let drip all over your chest, your bathing suit top tossed aside.

“You’re messy,” Soshiro chides.

“I like messes,” Gen groans, though it’s muffled, as his mouth has already latched onto your tits.

“And you’re terrible at sharin’” Soshiro tugs on his ear, pushing Gen aside to override the monopoly he current has on both of your breasts.

They ease you down onto your back as pleasure ricochets through your body while they lap off every last drop of the sticky syrup, sucking your tits clean until your hard nipples ache with need.

Gen slides off your bottoms just as Soshiro leans in to kiss you, and he swallows down the choked sob of pleasure that you let out when you feel something cold slide down your dripping folds. Soshiro’s tongue slips into your mouth, and he kisses you deeply as Gen teases your hot, soaked cunt with the popsicle, holding down your bucking hips as you tremble in pleasure.

“Gen, fuck me. Please,” you gasp.

When Gen sinks his cock into your plush, tight hole, his hips immediately stutter as he moans over the cold skin that drags along his shaft. In your haze of pleasure, an idea occurs to you.

“Popsicle,” you demand, wiggling your fingers.

Soshiro raises a brow as you tug him upward while you resume sucking on the flavored ice, tugging his thick erection from his shorts with your free hand. But he quickly understands the moment he starts fucking your mouth and feels your cold lips and tongue on his flushed, throbbing cock.

By the time you’re finished—Gen sloppily kissing you and licking Soshiro’s cum out of your mouth as you stroke his cock (while Soshiro drags you over the edge of another orgasm as he tongue-fucks Gen’s cum back into your pussy)—all that’s left of the popsicle is a wooden stick and a red stain in the sand.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

It's probably too late in the bracket to change things but it would be interesting to split "I know both characters" and "I know neither"

Here's my review of the fruit "rambutan". Since I found some in my local store recently.

First of course you eat with your eyes and I gotta say they pass that test.

Look at it. It's such a fun shape. And if anyone has ever wanted to eat those little chapstick ball things this has got you covered. The skin part even slides off real satisfying like.

As for the taste and texture, it is very similar to a peeled grape, with a bit of flavor of like a peach syrup. Overall I really enjoyed it.

However it is now time to bring down this little fruit's score. Like half of the volume (not counting the skin) is a big old seed. Or pit. I'm not a biologist. That on it's own isn't a deal breaker but when I ate it, the skin of the seed kept getting pealed off with the fruit flesh, leaving what tasted like a very thin layer of tree bark on my tasty treat. I don't know if mine were just overripe or underripe or something, but I hope that isn't just the rambutan experience cause this detail ruined them for me.

2/10, with the potential to be a 6/10 if the seed can just keep to itself.

[fatguarddog]

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Research Log - Day 15

I’ve now spent just over two weeks searching the mystery planet for signs of life. My rations will last me another two, but I fear if I don’t find a safe source of food soon then the mission will have to go on hold.

Luckily, today I may have found a promising lead. I’ve discovered a thick, syrupy substance that seems to form near the purple vegetation to the east. It has a pleasant smell to it and the few tests I’ve been able to complete suggest that it’s safe for human consumption. I’ve collected a flask of the substance and am going to try a small mouthful of it now.

[Gulp] Hmmm… sweet to taste and a little smokey too… almost like Earth honey with a kick of something different… [gulp] Oh, I didn’t mean to have more, I… I… I feel so hot under my suit… oh god, my suit! 

I appear to be rapidly swelling as a result of ingesting the alien substance. My belly has puffed up into a round orb with no immediate signs of stopping, I can see and feel my limbs and rear growing larger as well. It feels oddly… pleasant… so relaxing and warm. Why, I could just… [gulp, gulp, gulp… belch!] Ahhhh, so delicious… Mmmm my suit has gotten so tight around me, I’m pudgy and bloated all over, I can hear it ripping to pieces, but I almost want it to… I want to feel fatter and fatter as the syrup courses through me…

My belly has torn out through the zipper, I look like an absolute cow with how fat I’ve swollen up, but I find myself craving that sweet syrup to fill me even more. Perhaps I can get one of the droids to roll me back there tomorrow so I can drink it straight from the source… just sit there and swell enjoying this incredible heat in my fattened up body.

[shoyoist]

ushijima loves to look at you,, during random times like you're just eating or doing the laundry and hes looking at you with the SOFTEST eyes,,

but it applies in bed too 👀

he loves seeing how you lose it, the way your brows furrow as you try to take his cock, the way your eyes flutter when you get close, how you throw your head back when he fucks u into oblivion ❤️

content: gn!reader, established relationship, unprotected + soft sex, size kink, body marking, slight breeding kink (thoughts), implied multiple rounds. note: thank you so much for sending this in hehe<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ wakatoshi just adores you so much, no matter what you're doing.

sometimes, ushijima can't fathom it. he thinks about it all the time — how someone so pretty, so sweet, so gentle and soft and perfect, can belong to him. and sometimes, he just can't believe it.

he takes his seat at the table every morning, waiting for you to walk over and give him his morning kiss before you go back to fixing him his breakfast, and he just watches you the entire time, enamoured.

you hum under your breath sometimes, a song you'd been playing on the radio the other day. squinting at labels on bottles and smiling in satisfaction at the warm, delicious smell of your cooking as you breathe it in. dressed in the little apron he'd picked out for you in your favourite colour, a splotch of syrup on it from when you'd done a taste test and dripped a little onto your chest.

he wants you to take another taste and go “mmm~” again because it was so incredibly adorable how you did it. he wants you to turn around and give him a smile, ask him if he'd like to test the taste for you. because he knows you'll giggle and tell him ‘you always say that, toshi!’ when he simply tells you that it tastes good.

you're just so cute, ushijima can barely handle it sometimes.

and his innocent thoughts about how pretty you are, how cute your voice is, how soft your hips and waist are as he pulls you in for a kiss, how slender and small your fingers are, how dewy your lips are and how lovely your eyes are—

they build up throughout the day, filling him to the brim and pulsating inside him, turning him into a ravenous, needy, love-filled force of nature by the end of the day. which is why he's so glad you help him let it all out when you go to bed for the night.

“hn—ngh! toshi, toshi!” his name rolls so pretty off your tongue, so soothing in his ear as you moan, your legs kicking out around his waist as he folds you in half, your knees to your chest as he slowly, steadily slides his thick, angry cock into you in one go.

you wrap around him so tight, the sticky warmth of you so good ushijima thinks he might go insane— but he holds steady, rolling his hips gently into you and holding back the heavy groan that wells at his throat when you clamp up around him, and you dig your nails into his muscled back. “toshi, so big!”

you tell him that every time. the same way he tells you every time that your cooking tastes good.

and just the same way he knows you love it each time he tells you that, he loves it when you whine so sweetly into his ear each time, that he's so big you can hardly take him.

“hah—” he grunts hoarsely through gritted teeth, meeting his hips to your ass with a little slap! that makes you throw your head back and moan. “take it, darling. you can take it.”

you're so full — so full and so stretched out, his cock pushing at every throbbing, tingling part of you, making you go dumb and dizzy just by bottoming out into you.

he moves back a little, a shiver coursing up his spine as he hears the wet, sloppy sound of his cock sliding out of your entrance, before thrusting back in— and your legs jerk up again, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his face closer to yours as you cry out his name.

he wants to be patient with you and let you adjust before he quickens his pace — but oh, he just can't wait. he wants to fuck you to bits, fill you all up.

the only warning you get is the way he adjusts his hold on your body, wrapping those big, beefy arms around your thighs and pushing you into the mattress with his weight as he towers over you—

and with the next snap of his heavy hips against yours, you're sent to the edge almost immediately. “ah! toshi—”

“good, good little thing for me,” he hisses, eyes narrowing as he fucks into you and the pleasure seeps into his bones, cockhead kissing your sweetest spots just right, making you spasm around him so fucking well.

he watches as your eyes lose focus, face flushed and body coiling up around his strength and girth as he fucks you into a mindless mess without even trying. oh, he loves you so much.

he kisses you, a touch of his lips to your skin for each thrust and your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering as you cry his name out, squeaky little toshi! toshi! toshi!’s spilling from your parted lips as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper into you, wanting you to feel so, so good as he makes you cum before filling you up.

“close, aren't you?” he mutters hazily, groaning as you drag your nails down his sweat-slicked back, the sharpness of them sure to leave marks on him. he can feel your orgasm coming. sees it on your pretty little face, the way your brows furrow and your eyes roll back into your head, full of anticipation.

“mmm,” you moan, arching your back and meeting the thrust of his cock as he pushes into you, letting out another pitchy “ah!” as he hits just fucking right — and the pressure, the stretch of his cock, the stars in your eyes, it all overwhelms you and pushes you over the edge.

”toshi!” you gasp, and ushijima knows your vision is going white. he loves what he's doing to you. “don't stop, toshi, ‘m cumming, god—”

and before you can even finish your sentence, he gives you one last thrust and lets out a hoarse, barely audible curse— and gives you a stuttered confession of his love before he comes to a stop and empties his hot, thick load into your hole. “fuck.”

there's another sharp, wet sound of skin hitting skin as he falls into your warm embrace, and he breathes in, smelling himself on you as he kisses you, feeling his cum fill you up and spill out, making a mess between your bodies and on the sheets. “hnngh, toshiiii,” you whine his name, fucked out just by the first round.

he kisses you again and again, loving how pretty you are and how pretty the space where his body connects to yours looks all messy with your cum and his, loving how you tangle your arms and legs around him, whining his name over and over like a precious little toy.

oh, how ushijima loves looking at you. you're just so lovely to him. especially when you're under him like this.

[wisteria-blooms]

*NSFW* strawberry wonderland (ii) (bill weasley & reader)

*MINORS DNI!*

PAIRING: Bill Weasley/You SUMMARY: Unbeknownst to you, you have more of an effect on Bill than you could ever imagine. And he can't stop thinking about all the things he wants to do to you in Nice. WARNINGS: sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, unprotected sex

A/N: To get me out of a writer's block, I present you this. I've only read it over it once so I'll fix any mistakes as I go. I hope this doesn't ruin long hair & tattoos for you... it doesn't need to be part of the original series if you don't want it to be. It's set after Bill and Reader arrive in Nice.

STRAWBERRY WONDERLAND (II)

Strawberries.

That’s what you smelt like to Bill Weasley. And very much overwhelmingly so as you nestled into his arm, preparing to disembark the ship that had just docked the nauseatingly rocky French shores. He attributed it to all the fresh strawberries you crushed up at the bar. 

“What kind of liquor do you reckon goes well with this?” you asked, holding up the bleeding purée to his face. 

‘Anything that would get you to kiss me,’ a voice in his head willed him to say. He swatted that thought away and instead replied, “Rum.” All his family recipes and all his female cousins’ favourite girlish drinks came to mind.

“Hm.” You turned away from him and perused the shelf for the highest of top-shelf rum. “And what else?”

“Maybe some simple syrup, a dash of lime and—,”

You slammed a bottle of rum on the table and twisted it open. Bill closed his mouth and let you speak. “Keep rambling and one might think you’re an expert at cocktails or something of that sort.”

“You asked me!” Bill said in defense, a chuckle erupting from his lips. A lush haze was concentrating in your eyes from the wine you’d inhaled the moment you boarded the ship. Bill figured his taller and heavier figure was better in diffusing the alcohol than your smaller one. 

“Whatever,”—you slid the cup of strawberry puree towards him—“let’s just drink.”

And now the scent of fresh strawberries, lime, and wine lingered on your person, stuck to it like summer honey. It was the most heavenly of scents. He imagined it would be most concentrated on your lips and tongue, and he would risk everything—a lot—to test that hypothesis. And what if that old saying were true? ‘You are what you eat.’

Would you taste like strawberries elsewhere, dare he dream, on another pair of lips?

“Do you think we had too much?” you asked him, snapping him out of his dirty reverie where he was in between your legs. “I might be sick.”

“I’m sure the sea made it worse,” he reassured you, letting you grip him tightly. He looked back at the relentless waves. Merlin, if you kept touching and squeezing his arm, he wasn’t going to make it until after you left. “And you best recover before your dinner tonight.”

“Right—ooh.” You drew the last vowel, lips rounding, which sent a chill up Bill’s spine.

Then when you let out a deep sigh into the crook of his arm, he found himself at war with himself. He looked down at your eyelashes, fluttering down to cover your eyes and traced your pouty pink lips. You were the sweetest, most innocent thing at twenty-three years old. And he didn’t realize how much desire had stirred up inside him in the past few months that he now really wanted to kiss you—Oh, what was he sugarcoating his own private thoughts for? He wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

He just wanted to know what your innocence would feel on him and his experience. But he couldn’t. He was much too old, much too tainted compared to the likes of you. What he wanted was above any voice of reason. 

Fuck it, he was tempted by the thought of ruining you. 

Bill Weasley had to wonder how he got himself in this tricky predicament as he settled into a bed miles away from home. With age came maturity and emotional growth, right? At thirty-one, he had years to leap over and meet his milestones. Clearly, he missed a couple landmarks because he felt as if he was trapped in the body of a fourteen-old boy who’d discovered pornography à la Wicked Witches Weekly for the first time.

Everything in his mind was just wrong, wrong, wrong. 

After the whole debacle with you walking in on him mid-shower complaining that your own room had flooded and him checking that it really had, you’d insisted on taking the couch in his own room. He pulled off his shirt and shut the lamp off. Then, he laid on his left side and tried to make out your figure on the couch.

He shouldn’t be thinking about having sex with you as you were peacefully asleep a few metres from him. He was supposed to be the epitome of your older, more mature (pretend) boyfriend who could will away an inopportune erection at any time. But what was consuming his mind right now was, well, the fictitious scenario where you did agree to share a bed with him tonight. There wouldn’t be a cold and empty space beside him. You’d be right up against him, unknowingly grinding up against his aching nether region as you combed through a bad dream, and teased out his erection further as a result. The fantasy echoed in his mind again and again until sleep finally caught up with him.

“Ngh, Bill,” you whined, your voice thick with sleep. 

You nestled into the cove of pillows, trying to chase away your bad dream. Your body followed suit. Your ass was turned towards him, giving him full permission and the ability to grind against you. He meant to be gentle, but his thrusts—like his breathing—were growing more rapid and frantic.

His hands weaved their way past your loose cotton top and landed atop your naked breasts. He was grateful that your shirt was cut so loose and short. His hands latched onto your breasts tightly, mainly out of lust and secondarily to find an anchor for his writing body. His calloused fingers began their usual routine of teasing your nipples. He pinched them occasionally as he continued to rub his stiff cock on your behind. You were responsive, both in the soft moans that left your lips only to be subdued by the pillows, and the wetness collecting in your cunt.

Your panties were fucking soaked. Bill could detail your folds through the slickness, and feel your spilling entrance through the thin fabric. And that thin fabric was the only thing preventing him from thrusting his full length into you. You writhed harshly when he pinched your left nipple again. The nub was standing at full attention for him. 

“What do you think?” asked Bill, voice husky as he asked in your ear. “Can you take my cock or will I have to stretch that tight pussy out?”

You responded with nothing more than shaky breath. You grinded against him, trying to shove your panties aside. “....want… your big cock inside me, Bill.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. 

One of his hands hastily left your breasts in pursuit of your panties. He shoved one side to join the other which gave him freedom to trail the head of cock against your cunt. How much better you felt without a fabric barrier was indescribable. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock met your own wetness. He felt like he was being enveloped in silk. And your opening swelled as if inviting him in, begging him to fill you up with his endless cum and impregnate you.

He dove two fingers straight into you, just to really confirm you were ready. He immediately began curling his fingers inside you, feeling the engorged, sensitive area inside that drove you wild.

“Your cock, Bill,” you whined.

His hand was drenched when he pulled his fingers out. Immediately, he replaced the emptiness with his cock. With one thrust, he entered you. You let out a sharp gasp. He knew his size was hard to take, and it always took you a minute or two to adjust to him. But he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you, begging him to fill you up to the hilt. And he could only oblige in those moments, watching as your eyes rolled back every time your orgasm washed over you. 

“Please,” you begged through gasps. “I need… need all of you inside me.”

Bill flipped you over so your face was pressed against the pillows. His hands spread your ass cheeks apart. He could see the tight ring of muscle that was clenched around his thick cock. He was really stretching you out. And as much as it hurt him to do, he pulled out.

“No,” you whined, your hand flying back to find and guide him back into you. 

“Patience,” he commanded. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering enough lubrication to meet your increasing demands. And when he felt it was sufficient, he slid himself back into you, pushing past the drier spot that was cutting him off halfway.

“Yes, that’s it, ah—,” you moaned, meeting him halfway for the last couple inches. Your ass raised in the air, desperate for more of him. You held yourself up with your elbows, using them to anchor yourself as you pushed back on him. You worked through the part of him that was thicker than the rest. It was always tricky, but how fast you got there depended on how horny you were, and tonight, you were insatiable.

“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling himself being enveloped by more of your sweet cunt. You were so helpless and needy for him. When he looked down again, he realized he was completely sheathed inside you. He began thrusting, the first couple of seconds working at a steady pace. He earned a few moans. Then, he pulled himself all the way out only to fill you completely again. 

“Bill!” you screamed. Your legs trembled as you clenched around him. He did it again, and again, so hard and fast, aching to hear those delicious screams. Wetness dribbled down your thighs and onto the sheets as you lost yourself in the pleasure. 

“Stop, Bill, I’m going to cum—”

Bill woke up with a jolt. His chest heaved up and down and his breathing was significantly laboured. When he grew accustomed to where he was—the Malfoy summer house in Nice—he looked over to you. You were buried under your covers, blissfully unaware of the lewd positions he held you in in his dreams. He hoped you didn’t hear his breathing, or that he hadn’t said anything weird in his sleep. 

He felt a severe ache between his legs. He had feeling this was the most intense erection he’d had in ages. He already knew he was intensely red and swollen. 

Maybe he needed to have sex with someone, anything that wasn’t his own damn hand, but he wasn’t fond of an anonymous hookup.

Curiously, he reached past the waistband of his briefs, looking for some sense of relief. He was pulsating hard and it was barely what, seven in the morning? He gave himself a stroke, gripping hard at the base and letting go near his wet tip. He suppressed a moan. An image of you, edging him with your tongue, came to mind. 

No, he couldn’t do this with you in the room. It would be most improper and he had to hold himself to a higher standard. Instead, he grabbed a newspaper on his nightstand. It was two days out-of-date, but he figured he should get up to speed with what was going on in Egypt. He was certain that reading about excavations and pyramids and uprisings would take his mind off things. 

Not more than a few minutes later, he heard some ruffling and kicking about on the couch.

“Morning,” Bill greeted.

“Good morning,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Very well,” he responded. A fucking bold-faced lie. “You?”

“I slept well, too.”

You were all bed-headed, doe-eyed innocence in the white sheets and he was corrupt was hell.  

You got on your feet and pushed open the curtains, letting the sun fully stream in. Bill gulped silently, watching your legs sway around the room. Fortunately for his sanity, you had on some white shorts. Unfortunately, they were so short that any unplanned movement could reveal your panties, and he wouldn’t be able to stop there. 

“We usually eat breakfast together downstairs," you yawned, covering your mouth, “but maybe some caffeine is in order first. I’m still waking up.”

“A morning swim is the best way to do that,” Bill suggested. He was really treading a fine line with that suggestion; he was adding fuel to his own wildfires. He really loved the idea of a morning swim, he really did. But there was the bonus aspect of you having to be properly suited for the occasion, and you weren’t going to do it in those itty-bitty shorts and a tank top.  

“It’s one of the things I miss about Egypt that we don’t have back home. And it helps quell the heat, too.” He, honest to Merlin, did do this in Egypt. But not for any underlying reasons. 

“That’s a good idea,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do that.”

When you arrived at the private stretch of beach, Bill watched as you slowly unwrapped yourself from the shawl you had on. When you found the will to submerge yourself, even if it was just a toe, he approached from behind you.

“Gently grazing the water isn’t the definition of a swim, you know,” he said, lightly tapping the inward curve of your bare hip.

“I know,” you mumbled back, a tinge of pink on your cheeks. 

He jumped in without thinking and you soon followed suit. He submerged his whole body into the pristine waters of the French Riviera. When he resurfaced, he was treated to a view he was sure he didn’t deserve. 

The wet, white material of your bikini clung onto the skin of your breasts like it was a matter of life or death. Drops of water dotted down your cleavage, slowly, tantalizingly so. The weight of the water dragged your bikini straps down, giving him an expansive view of your breasts. And was that an erect nipple poking through? The cold water must’ve teased it out. 

Yeah, the swim was a bloody awful idea. 

“You’ll never catch me, (Y/N),” he teased. He sent another wave of water towards you to stall you, laughing as you squeezed your eyes shut and sputtered.

“This means war, Bill!” you cried. You outstretched your arms to pull him back towards you. You were aided by a little current that carried you closer and your fingers finally made contact with his strong shoulders

“Ha!” you exclaimed, your fingertips getting a grip on him. “You’ll be sorry!”

He held his breath as he fell back into the water with you on top of him. When he felt sand and little pebbles dig into his back, he knew you’d both arrived on shore. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw you directly on top of him. Your wet hair grazed his cheeks and—

It wouldn’t be technically wrong to say you were grinding on him, not with the way your legs were splayed on both sides of him and the pressure you were putting on him. Your breasts were planted on his chest, and he could appreciate the clothed erect nipple on his skin. And as he looked down, there was more to see of your breasts than before. One wrong move and he would have a full view of the girls. It would be such a shame if your top came undone. But never mind that, he had to resist to urge to plant his hands on your hips and—

“Bill, it’s too deep,” you whined.

Bill’s hands were planted firmly on your hip bones, holding you down, forcing you grind on him with his cock deeply planted in you. You’d enveloped him to the hilt before, but you’ve never had him like this before, not in this position, and it was becoming too much.

“I think you like it, (Y/N),” he said with a chuckle. You looked down, embarrassed at the sudden spurt of wetness that ran down your thigh from your sex. As he began thrusting, you lost any sense of speech besides the ability to give a silent moan. When one of Bill’s hands loosened their grip on your hip to tease your engorged clitoris instead, you threw your head back.

The moment you’d realized how you’d fallen, you yelped immediately and apologized. 

“Time for breakfast?” you offered impassively, carefully looping your other leg over and rolling yourself off him. Sand stuck to the side of your wet legs. You offered him a hand.

“About time for it,” Bill responded as you pulled him up. 

“That was fun,” you commented, wrapping the beach towel over yourself and slipping into your sandals. “Better than my usual idea of a swim.”

Bill hummed in agreement, saying, “your idea of a swim isn’t much of a swim,” and followed you back into the house.

When you were back in your room, you’d dried off hastily, saying you were going to be late to breakfast.

“Is there a set time for breakfast?” he asked, eyeing as you flew around the bathroom looking for a comb.

“Not really, but it’s always at eight, and I was already chastised for being late yesterday.”

He had suppressed a comment about how beautifully haphazard you looked. Your hair was half-tamed, your cheeks flushed. You looked like you’d just had a good long romp in the sheets. 

“Then I’ll join you in a second,” he promised. “I’d like to look a little more presentable for your parents.”

“You look fine,” you commented. “But that’s alright, I’ll let them know.”

When you’d left the room, Bill headed straight to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and removed his clothes. As he felt his hardening cock spring loose, his frustration grew tenfold. He shouldn’t have suggested the swim; he was going to lose circulation to his brain if you kept turning him on like this. He stepped in the shower and placed his left forearm on the wall. His right hand reached out to stroke his uncomfortable erection. 

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Drops of cold water ran down his back as he leaned over. He was so close already and thinking about your body atop of his, your wet cunt pushing down on him, begging to be fucked, was really expediting the process. “Shit.”

In no time, he felt the intense pressure break. He bit down on his lip to keep from making too much noise. Ropes of cums spurted out of his cock, falling into the shallow water that’d accumulated in the shower base. He heaved, his heartbeat rapid, as his strokes slowed.

When he looked down at the mess he’d made, he could only think: ‘what a waste.’ It should’ve gone into some orifice of yours instead. Maybe your mouth, where his hold on your head would be iron-clad, and he’d make sure you swallowed every single drop. Or even better, your cunt, where it would all spill out on the sheets the moment he pulled out because it was just too much for you.

When Bill felt himself harden again, he cursed the higher deities. He’d never recovered this quickly before. Again, not since he was a teenage boy. And there was what, another two weeks of you frolicking in bathing suits and sun dresses? 

You were slowly and surely going to be the death of him.

[underaverageheight]

Seungmin who...

seungminxfem!reader genre: fluffy fluff warning(s): none except kim seungmin. i am devastated by this man.

note: idk i started thinking about all the cute seungmin fics i've seen and some of dad!member and i haven't seen minnie sooo this has been prompted :) also i love pochacco and i had no idea pochamii existed lmao

word count: 0.4k (unedited because i couldn't wait to write this)

Seungmin who rarely shows affection in a “traditional” way.

"Here. You like this stuff, right?" He roughly thrusts a bag into your hand. Opening the bag, you were shocked at the sight, there were so many adorable keychains and tiny stuffies. All Pochacco, your new obsession after seeing that Pochacco hat on your boyfriend. Your favorite out of the bunch was a Pochacco keychain and it's matching pair, Pochamii. "Wonder how that got there..." The blush on his ears told you everything.

Seungmin who learns how to show his affection with you.

Seungmin who musters the courage to propose to you on the beach.

Seungmin who treats you like everything he’s ever wanted, and more.

Seungmin who asks, “Can I start a family with you?” after seeing the kids playing at the park.

"Baby fever hitting you pretty hard Seung," "Shut up," he grinned, squeezing your hand softly.

Seungmin who is so so gentle and loving but also gives you so much to make sure it takes.

Seungmin who picks you up and swings you around with a grin after seeing the positive tests.

"I'm so happy! I can't wait! You're going to be an amazing mom," He hugged you from behind, kissing your neck before snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, not wanting to let go.

Seungmin who is obsessed with peppering kisses over your baby bump.

"You look beautiful." "I look like this everyday." "You get prettier by the day," He grins, rubbing your stomach gently.

Seungmin who goes to Minho for help on how to make your insane cravings a reality.

"You know what looks like it'd taste good? Laundry detergent." "I love you but what the fuck. No. absolutely not. This is why they put a child lock on them." "I'm not a child." A raised eyebrow from your husband makes you laugh. "Okay okay how about chips with syrup and onion rings with peanut butter and chocolate?" "Oh god."

Seungmin who falls in love with you a thousand times over when you excitedly takes his hand to feel the baby kick.

"Feel! Hurry!" You yanked his hand from the bag of chips and placed it on your belly. His offended look was replaced by one of surprise and love.

Seungmin who refuses to let you do anything, coming to you after household chores because we love malewife minnie, to lie down next to you and whisper things to your belly.

Seungmin who lets you squeeze the life out of his arms and hands while in labor.

Seungmin who cries at the sight of your angel and you.

“You did a wonderful job, my love.”

[yukipri]

Cup Noodles Campfire S’mores

I am either going to enjoy this, or deeply, Deeply regret this.

Here we go:

Looks like hot cocoa powder with tiny marshmallows. Smells like mild hot cocoa too.

Okay, the marshmallows are gone. I added the right amount of water, but there’s barely any soup. Looks like soggy noodles sittin’ in cheap, thin hot cocoa.

Ngl y’all, visually, this has to be the least appetizing ramen I’ve ever seen.

Taste test results:

It was actually...less exciting than I'd hoped. You could definitely taste the marshmallows, they added a gooeyness to the chocolate, which was mild but present. The ramen was normal cup noodle, aka cheap noodles.

It was overall sweet, but didn't feel like a dessert.

It wasn't Bad, and I finished the whole cup, but wasn't delicious either. It was an odd combo of flavors + texture, but was surprisingly mundane. I didn't hate it, it was Okay. I just wish it was more exciting.

I don't regret trying it! If you're open to interesting combos, it might be worth it just to try something a little unusual.

That being said…Not exactly excited about the other 5 cups I got😂I'll probably eat them, eventually

(Last year they had limited edition Breakfast Cup Noodle, that was supposed to taste like maple syrup pancakes, sausage, and egg. was not able to get my hands on those, but i'd try if i could)

[noproofread]

Dessert is Served (NSFW)

Couldnt find many smut fics with gender neutral pronouns so i made one. Dedicated to my bestie @vangowithit <3

Sanji x afab!reader, gn!reader.

Food play, oral (reader receiving), fingering, a lil body worship, mentions of smoking, Sanji focusing on reader's pleasure ONLY bc it makes sense for him.

word count: 1,706

Masterlist here

Sanji fluff fic here

The straw hat crew was sitting around the dining table, consuming an assortment of dessert recipes that Sanji had decided to test out. Chopper and Luffy were in heaven, their faces smeared with chocolate and sweet whipped cream. Aside fromNami and Usopp yelling at Luffy and Chopper to slow down, the chatter amongst the straw hats was composed of fluttering compliments to the chef. You took a small bite out of a chocolate truffle cake, savoring the smooth ganache and the slightly sweet sponge cake. You closed your eyes, feeling the flakes of dark chocolate that decorated the top of the cake melt in your mouth. You smiled, the blond chef knew his stuff. You opened your eyes and made eye contact with Sanji. He raised his eyebrows and smirked lightly, noting your reaction to the cake. He walked over to you, resting his hand next to the plate in front of you and allowing himself to lean closer to you. “Sweet enough?” He asked, his eyes fixed on your lips as he reached over with his other hand to wipe away a smudge of chocolate from your lips.

His thumb felt warm as it softly pressed against your lip. You maintained eye contact as he brought his thumb to his own mouth and licked the chocolate off. The air felt thicker around you as you held his gaze, some of the chatter died down as a few straw hats noticed the situation unfolding. A small smile formed on Sanji’s face as a slight pink blush washed over your cheeks. Remembering his question, you straightened yourself up and stood up from your chair. You were standing so close to him that you could feel his warmth radiating off his body, you could smell the sweet and forestry scent of his cologne. You leaned into his ear and whispered “It was sweet, but I can make you taste something sweeter.” You walked past him towards the jars of hand-whipped cream and chocolate syrup. You picked up a couple of strawberries along and left the room without turning around to see Sanji. You didn’t know how red he got as he felt you close, or how Luffy laughed at him as he stumbled back once he processed what you said. You walked out of the room, getting a glimpse of Zoro shaking his head and laughing at Sanji as you walked by.

You made your way to the women’s quarters, making sure to leave a small note for Sanji by the door. You knew Sanji often walked by and peaked into the room while you slept, you didn’t mind as much as Nami did. Carefully, you lined up the jars of chocolate and whipped cream on the small table by your bed. You placed the strawberries around the jars, almost decorating them. As you undressed, you heard Nami and Robin approaching the room. You heard as they discovered your note to Sanji, gasping and giggling before retreating. You knew they would question you in the morning, but you shook the thought away. You put on some lingerie you had tucked away and layed down on your bed, your eyes glued to the door waiting for the blond chef. As if on cue, you heard footsteps approaching the door. You heard him notice the note and the breathy nervous chuckle that followed. He knocked on the door, calling out your name. You took a deep breath in, trying to ignore your nerves and channeling that confident energy from before. “Come in~” you called out. The door opened slowly, Sanji’s footsteps seemed to echo through the air as his silhouette came to light. His face flushed as he laid his eyes on you, taking in your form. You watched as he carefully studied every curve of your body.

He sat down on your bed, he exhaled away his nerves as they were replaced by excitement, arousal. You giggled softly, your own face flushing red as you felt a heat build in your stomach. Sanji allowed his hands to touch you, starting at your feet and slowly massaging your legs as he traveled upwards. You gasped at his touch, chills running through your body. You grabbed his hands, making him look at you. You pulled him onto you, his breath hitched in surprise as he fell forward. You felt Sanji’s breath hit your exposed chest, yet his eyes never left yours. You slid down, wanting to be face to face. Your whole body felt hot, your breathing was heavy, you heard your heart pounding in your ears. As your face approached his, you smelled the faint scent of cigarettes mingling with his cologne that permeated through his clothes. Sanji brought his hands to cup your face, his eyes were no longer on yours but rather on your lips. You allowed him to fill the gap between you. His lips were soft and warm. He kissed you gently, savoring the taste of your lips. He positioned himself comfortably on you, letting his weight press against you. You felt his growing erection against your thigh. Your hands running through his hair as the kiss grew more passionate, deepening. Sanji begins to grind against your leg, chasing any friction he can. A soft moan escaped his lips as he let his hands leave your face and slid them down, cupping your breast. You moaned against his lips, taking your hand to unbutton his shirt. He lifted himself up, panting as he looked down at you. He smiles, reaching over to the table by your bed and grabbing a strawberry. “Let me focus on you” his voice is barely a whisper.

He trails the strawberry lightly up your torso towards your mouth, looking into your eyes as you take a bite. Sanji smiles, shifting to sit next to you. “Close your eyes.” He whispers in your ear, beckoning you to take another bite of the strawberry. Using his now free hand, he traces light circles on your inner thigh. You gasp at the sudden contact, feeling your body fill with heat. The sweet and tart flavor of the strawberry enhances the sensation, causing a small moan to fall from your lips. His fingers begin teasing you, earning a gasp from you. “You said you could make me taste something sweeter~” He whispers in your ear, kissing it softly. Your breath hitches. “I plan on doing just that.” You can't find the words to respond. Sanji reaches over to grab the jar of chocolate syrup you brought, dipping a finger and smudging it on your lips before licking it off. His tongue felt soft, you opened your mouth allowing him to explore it. You could taste the chocolate on his tongue. He kisses you passionately, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moan into his mouth, instinctively grabbing onto the sheets on your bed. Sanji pulls away, pouring the chocolate over your chest. It feels cool against your skin, yet you feel hot all over. He slowly inserts a finger into you, making you buck your hips. “Sanji” you groan, suddenly feeling his tongue graze your breast as he licks off the chocolate. You bite your lip, holding back louder moans from the overwhelming sensations. He inserts another finger, pumping in and out of you at a faster pace while he continues to lick the chocolate off your body. You feel yourself clench around his fingers. Sanji moans against your skin as he begins palming himself through his pants to find some relief. It doesn't take him long to reach the edge of his high, restraining himself from cumming so he can continue to focus on you. His movements are faster, feeling you reach your climax. You moan out his name loudly, unable to hold back. Sanji slows down, letting you ride out your high. You open your eyes to look at him, his face is flushed. “Sanji” you begin to speak but he cuts you off. “We’re not done yet.” He smirks, grabbing a strawberry and putting it in your mouth before reaching for the jar of whipped cream.

Due to the rising temperature in the room, the cream melted. Sanji opens the jar and pours it over your thighs. He positions himself between your legs. You shiver with anticipation, feeling his shallow breath on you. Sanji begins to lick the cream off of your thighs, you gasp as he moves towards your inner thigh. He’s teasing you, making you whine. “Sanji please.” He chuckles lightly, catching you off guard as he licks off the drips of cream off of you. His tongue grazes your clit earning a loud koan from you. His tongue on you feels euphoric, you tangle your fingers in his blond hair. Your eyes shut, focusing only on the pleasure he's giving you. Sanji uses one of his hands to palm himself over his pants again while he sees you moan out in pleasure. He moans into you, vibrations running through your body as you reach the edge of your climax once again. He runs his tongue up and down, slipping one finger inside of you. “Sanji” you moan loudly as his movements become sloppier, you pull on his hair lightly. Your fingers in his hair and his name falling out of your lips take Sanji to his high, cumming in his pants. He inserts another finger, feeling you tighten around them as you reach your own climax. You yell out in pleasure, grinding on his face as you ride out your high.

Both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. Sanji pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He stands up, leaning to kiss your forehead softly. “I’ll go run a bath for you. Can’t have you feeling sticky all day.” He chuckles. “I need a bath too… Have to get out of these pants.” You blush, looking over at the mess all over your sheets. Smudges of chocolate and cream mixed with the red tint of the strawberry juice. Sanji smiles at you, walking towards the bathroom. He stops and turns to you, exhaling smoke before speaking. “You were right. It really was sweeter.” You blush at his words. “Maybe next time you’ll let me return the favor.”