#truffle wrapper

[feraecor]

📁Tia

@arcxnumvitae | Random Headcanon Meme | Accepting!

📁Chocolate Fiend. Tia loves anything, everything chocolate. Always has and always will. Chocolate pastries or cakes, but especially chocolate tarts of any kind, are her favorite. She loves chocolate cake or brownies made with avocado because the natural taste of the avocado pairs really well with chocolate.

It hilarious to see her at a dessert buffet because she'll try to plan everything around the chocolate fountain and how efficiently she can make her "tummy space". The key is carbs in the middle, run to the bathroom to make space and then finish with the heaviest item. Savor it!

If she doesn't leave that buffet with a hurty tummy, than she didn't do it right. Tia has been to every major dessert buffet or restaurant with an extensive chocolate menu. If someone wants to find her at a party, she is probably hiding somewhere near the food and even closer to the dessert section.

A sure fire way to get and keep her attention is those coconut macarons covered in chocolate. Or...truffles. Give her a variety truffle box and she's yours indefinitely.

[knickknackgalore]

Lindt Lindor Milk Chocolate Truffle Wrapper

[xntimxteria]

Recipe for Edamame Dumplings with Truffle Oil The addition of black truffle oil enhances the flavor of these simple vegetarian edamame dumplings.

[keitandsarah]

Edamame Dumplings with Truffle Oil These easy vegetarian edamame dumplings are given a flavorful boost with the addition of black truffle oil. 1 piece fresh ginger peeled, 1.5 cups edamame, 3 teaspoons soy sauce, 4 tablespoons water, 1 package dumpling wrappers, 4 teaspoons black truffle oil, 1/2 teaspoon black pepper, 1 tablespoon olive oil, 2 cloves garlic

[waltonkenneth]

Dumpling - Edamame Dumplings with Truffle Oil The addition of black truffle oil enhances the flavor of these simple vegetarian edamame dumplings.

[bitchc0ck]

lindt should make edibles

[pin-k-ink]

Cockwarming Ranpo 😵

temptation // edogawa ranpo

tw ⇢ mutual pining, food kink(?), teasing, fingering, making out, office sex, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, punishment sex, squirting, dirty talking, unprotected sex

wc ⇢ 5.2k

a/n: when i say public sex i mean public sex

Ranpo Edogawa, the brilliant and eccentric detective of the Armed Detective Agency, was renowned not only for his unparalleled deductive skills but also for his insatiable sweet tooth. His desk was a veritable treasure trove of confections, always stocked with an assortment of colorful candies, decadent chocolates, and exotic sweets from around the world. Each treat was carefully chosen to satisfy his discerning palate, and Ranpo took great pride in his collection.

On this particular day, Ranpo returned to the office after cracking a particularly challenging case. The thrill of the solve still buzzed in his veins, and he couldn't wait to celebrate with his newest acquisition - a box of rare and exquisite truffles from a world-famous chocolatier. He had pulled a few strings and called in some favors to get his hands on these delicacies, and he had been saving them for a special occasion.

As he approached his desk, Ranpo's anticipation grew with each step. He could almost taste the rich, velvety ganache, the smooth dark chocolate shell, and the subtle notes of exotic spices that he knew would dance across his tongue. His fingers twitched with eagerness as he reached for the small, gilded box that housed his precious truffles.

But as Ranpo's gaze fell upon his desk, his excited smile faltered. The box was nowhere to be seen. He frowned, his brow furrowing as he scanned the cluttered surface, hoping that perhaps he had simply misplaced it among the scattered papers and empty candy wrappers. But no matter how hard he looked, the box remained elusive.

A sinking feeling began to settle in Ranpo's stomach as he considered the possibilities. He distinctly remembered placing the box on his desk before stepping out to discuss a case with the Agency's president, Yukichi Fukuzawa. It had only been a brief meeting, no more than fifteen minutes, but apparently, that had been enough time for someone to make off with his prized possession.

Little did Ranpo know that, just moments before, you had been passing by his desk on your way to the file room. A glint of gold had caught your eye, and curiosity got the better of you. You paused, your gaze drawn to the small, ornate box that sat among the clutter of candy wrappers and case files.

Unable to resist the temptation, you reached out and picked up the box, marveling at the intricate design etched into the gold. Your fingers traced the delicate lines, and you could almost feel the promise of something special hidden within.

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, you carefully lifted the lid, your eyes widening as they fell upon the most exquisite truffles you had ever seen. The rich, dark chocolate glistened in the light, and the aroma that wafted up from the box was nothing short of heavenly.

Without thinking, you plucked one of the truffles from the box and brought it to your lips. The moment the chocolate touched your tongue, your eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss. The truffle seemed to melt in your mouth, the velvety ganache coating your taste buds with a symphony of flavors - rich, dark cocoa, a hint of smoky vanilla, and a subtle note of something exotic that you couldn't quite place.

Engrossed in the heavenly flavors dancing on your tongue, you were oblivious to the sound of approaching footsteps. It wasn't until the realization hit you that you snapped out of your reverie, your eyes widening in alarm as they darted to the half-eaten box of truffles. Panic rising in your chest, you hastily snatched up the incriminating evidence and placed it on your desk, frantically trying to conceal it behind a towering stack of papers. With your heart pounding in your ears, you attempted to compose yourself, hoping against hope that your indulgence would go unnoticed.

Ranpo's mind began to race, his brilliant deductive skills kicking into high gear as he considered the potential culprits. The Armed Detective Agency was a small, tight-knit group, and he couldn't imagine any of his colleagues stooping so low as to steal his sweets. But then again, he had made no secret of his excitement over these particular truffles. Perhaps the temptation had been too much for someone to resist.

As he stood there, lost in thought, a flicker of movement caught Ranpo's eye. He turned just in time to see you, his fellow detective and secret crush, hurrying past his desk, your arms laden with files. There was a peculiar expression on your face, a mix of guilt and nervousness that immediately piqued Ranpo's interest.

His eyes narrowed as he studied you, taking in the slight flush of your cheeks and the way you avoided his gaze. It was then that he noticed the smudge of chocolate at the corner of your mouth, a telltale sign of your transgression.

Ranpo felt a surge of emotions - surprise, betrayal, and a strange, unexpected thrill. He had always admired your intelligence and your kind heart, but he had never imagined you capable of such a daring act. The thought of you, his sweet and innocent colleague, succumbing to the temptation of his forbidden truffles sent a shiver down his spine.

He knew he should be angry, or at the very least, annoyed. But as he watched you disappear into the file room, your shoulders hunched and your steps hurried, Ranpo couldn't help but feel a spark of something else entirely. It was a feeling he had been trying to ignore for months now, a warmth that spread through his chest whenever you were near.

Ranpo had always prided himself on his ability to remain detached, to keep his emotions in check and his heart guarded. But there was something about you that made him want to break all his rules. And now, with this unexpected turn of events, he couldn't help but wonder if fate had handed him the perfect opportunity.

A slow, mischievous smile spread across Ranpo's face as he settled into his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin. He had a plan, a deliciously wicked plan that would not only allow him to exact his revenge but also to explore the tantalizing possibility of something more with you.

He leaned back, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he waited for you to return. The game was on, and Ranpo was determined to savor every moment of it. After all, he knew better than anyone that the sweetest victories were often the ones that required a little bit of risk.

As the minutes ticked by, Ranpo's mind raced with possibilities. He couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the thought of confronting you, of seeing the shock and guilt in your eyes as he revealed your crime. But even more than that, he was intrigued by the idea of what might come next.

Ranpo had always been a master of reading people, of seeing beneath the surface and unraveling the secrets that others tried to hide. And in that moment, as he replayed the scene of your hurried escape over and over in his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to your actions than mere temptation.

He thought back to all the times he had caught you watching him, your gaze lingering just a little too long when you thought he wasn't looking. He remembered the way you always seemed to find an excuse to be near him, to brush against him in passing or to lean in close when you spoke. At the time, he had dismissed it as simple admiration, or perhaps even a bit of hero worship. But now, in light of your bold move, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something deeper at play.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway pulled Ranpo from his musings, and he sat up straighter in his chair, his heart beating just a little bit faster. He knew it was you, could sense your presence like a physical force as you drew closer to his desk.

When you finally rounded the corner, your arms now empty of files, Ranpo was ready. He fixed you with a piercing stare, his lips curled in a knowing smirk as he watched the color drain from your face. You froze in place, your eyes wide and your mouth slack as you realized that you had been caught.

"Well, well, well," Ranpo drawled, his voice low and smooth as honey. "If it isn't my favorite little truffle thief."

You swallowed hard, your fingers twisting together in a nervous gesture as you tried to find your words. "Ranpo, I... I can explain," you stammered, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

But Ranpo held up a hand, silencing your protests with a single, elegant gesture. "Oh, I'm sure you can," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But I'm not interested in excuses. I'm interested in retribution."

He stood up slowly, unfolding his lean frame from the chair with a grace that was almost feline. You watched him warily, your heart pounding in your chest as he stalked closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

When he was close enough to touch, Ranpo reached out and traced the smudge of chocolate at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You shivered at the contact, your breath catching in your throat as he brought his thumb to his own lips and licked it clean.

"Mmm," he hummed, his eyes fluttering closed in a moment of bliss. "Just as delicious as I imagined. But then again, everything tastes better when it's stolen, doesn't it?"

Your mouth went dry at the implication in his words, and you felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment. "Ranpo," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to-"

But once again, Ranpo silenced you with a look. "Oh, I know exactly what you meant to do," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in closer. "And now, my dear, you're going to make it up to me."

Your eyes widened at the promise in his words, and you felt a thrill of excitement that mingled with the guilt in your stomach. You had always admired Ranpo, had always been drawn to his brilliant mind and his mischievous charm. But you had never dared to hope that he might feel the same way about you.

Now, as he stood before you, his eyes dark with a heat that made your knees weak, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps your impulsive act of thievery had been a blessing in disguise.

"Do you have any idea how rare and expensive those truffles are?" he asked, his voice still low but with an undercurrent of something that made your heart skip a beat. "I had to call in a lot of favors to get my hands on them."

You bit your lip, your gaze dropping to the floor as shame washed over you. "I'm so sorry, Ranpo," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "I didn't know. I'll...I'll buy you more, I promise. Whatever it takes to make this right."

Ranpo was silent for a long moment, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost thoughtful. "No, I don't think that will be necessary," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I have a better idea."

You looked up, surprised and a little wary. "What...what do you mean?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest as Ranpo took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I think," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear , "that you owe me a favor. A very special favor, to make up for the truffles you've stolen."

Your breath caught in your throat at the touch of his fingers on your skin, and the suggestive edge to his words. "What kind of favor?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ranpo's smile widened, and there was a glint of something wicked in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he said, his hand dropping to your waist and pulling you closer. "But first, I think we should finish what you started."

And with that, he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste the lingering sweetness of the truffle. You melted into the kiss, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair as you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours.

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your cheeks flushed and your eyes hazy with desire. "Delicious," Ranpo murmured, licking his lips with a satisfied smile. "But I think I need a little more to fully appreciate the flavor."

He plucked the box of truffles from your desk and set it on his own, then took your hand and led you over to his chair. With a gentle but insistent pressure, he guided you down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

"Now," he said, his breath hot against your ear as he nuzzled your neck. "Let's see if we can find a way to make this punishment a little more...enjoyable, shall we?"

Your heart raced at the promise in his words, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch as his hands began to roam over your body. The warmth of his skin seeped through your clothes, and you could feel the firm muscle of his thighs beneath you, supporting your weight with ease.

Ranpo reached for the box of truffles, plucking one from its nest of gold foil and bringing it to your lips. "Open up, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you part your lips obediently.

He placed the truffle on your tongue, and you couldn't help but let out a little moan of pleasure as the rich, dark chocolate began to melt in your mouth. But before you could fully savor the taste, Ranpo's lips were on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth to steal the truffle back.

You gasped into the kiss, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he explored your mouth, chasing the flavor of the chocolate. When he finally pulled away, there was a smear of chocolate on his lips, and a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Mmm," he hummed, licking his lips with a satisfied smile. "Even better than I imagined. But I think we can do better than that, don't you?"

He reached for another truffle, holding it between his teeth as he leaned in close. Understanding his intention, you parted your lips, allowing him to pass the truffle to you in a sensual, chocolate-flavored kiss.

Back and forth you went, sharing the truffles between you, the kisses growing more heated and desperate with each passing moment. Ranpo's hands roamed your body, slipping beneath your clothes to touch and tease, stoking the fire that burned within you.

By the time the last truffle was gone, you were both panting, your lips swollen and your bodies thrumming with need. Ranpo's eyes were dark with desire, his gaze raking over you with a hunger that made you shiver.

"I think," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "that it's time for the real punishment to begin."

The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and you could feel the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. Ranpo's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he nuzzled your neck, his breath tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

"Now, here's what's going to happen," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "You're going to finish all of my paperwork for me, as punishment for eating my precious truffle."

Your eyes widened, a protest forming on your lips at the thought of taking on such a daunting task. But before you could voice your objections, Ranpo silenced you with a quick kiss, his lips firm and insistent against yours.

"And while you're working," he continued, his voice low and teasing as he pulled away, "I'm going to indulge in some of my other sweets. I think I've earned it, don't you?"

With that, Ranpo reached for a nearby jar of colorful candies, popping one into his mouth with a satisfied hum. You watched, transfixed, as he savored the sweet, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in a way that made your mouth go dry.

Shaking yourself from your daze, you turned to face the stack of papers on Ranpo's desk. The task seemed even more daunting now that you were perched on his lap, his body a constant distraction that threatened to derail your focus. With a sigh of resignation, you picked up a pen and began to work, trying to ignore the way Ranpo's arms tightened around your waist, holding you close.

As you worked, Ranpo continued to indulge in his sweets, occasionally offering you a taste. His fingers would brush against your lips as he fed you a candy or a piece of chocolate, the intimacy of the gesture making your heart race. The sugary treats melted on your tongue, mingling with the taste of Ranpo's earlier kiss and creating a heady combination that made your head spin.

The minutes ticked by, and you found yourself getting lost in the work, your pen scratching against the paper as you filled out form after form. Ranpo's hands began to wander, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on your skin through the fabric of your clothes. The very prominent bulge twitching beneath you making it harder and harder to concentrate on the task at hand.

The longer you worked, the more Ranpo's touches grew bolder, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your stomach. He nuzzled your neck, his lips ghosting over your sensitive flesh and making you shiver. You bit your lip, determined to focus on the task at hand, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the growing ache between your legs.

As if sensing your growing frustration, Ranpo's hand began to drift lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of your panties before slipping beneath the fabric. You gasped as his fingers brushed against your slick heat, and he chuckled, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

"Mmm, seems like someone's enjoying their punishment a little too much," he murmured, his fingers teasing your entrance and making you squirm.

You pressed your thighs together, trying to trap his hand, but Ranpo merely laughed, his fingers sliding deeper inside you. "Oh, no," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "That's not how this works, sweetheart. You're going to take everything I give you, and then some."

You groaned as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, the delicious friction making your head spin. "Ranpo," you breathed, your hips rocking against his hand as you sought more.

But Ranpo was relentless, his pace never faltering as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His thumb found your clit, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to drive you wild. Your breaths came in short gasps, and you arched against him, your spine creating a mesmerizing curve as you reached forward to grab onto the desk.

Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, Ranpo suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving you trembling and aching with need. You whimpered, the loss of his touch almost unbearable, and you heard him chuckle again.

Then you heard the sound metal, Ranpo shifting you in his lap as he worked on his belt buckle. With a swift tug, his trousers were undone and the unmistakable feeling of his bare cock, hot and hard against the curve of your ass.

"Do you want more?" Ranpo's voice was thick with lust, his lips pressed against your ear. "All you have to do is ask."

You swallowed, the thought of begging for his cock making you burn with shame and arousal.

But the throbbing between your legs was too strong, and you found yourself giving in.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I need you, Ranpo."

You felt his grin against your skin as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your soaked entrance. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "Now, why don't you warm my cock for me while you work. That's the real punishment, after all."

With a deft motion, he lifted your hips and sank you down onto his thick shaft. You let out a strangled moan as his cock stretched you open, filling you so completely that it took your breath away.

Ranpo settled back in his chair, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You were impaled on his cock, the fullness of him pressing against your inner walls and making your toes curl.

"There," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Now, you can get back to work."

Your hand shook as you picked up the pen, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of Ranpo's cock pulsing inside you. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable, and every movement made you more and more aware of the heat of his body, the scent of his skin, and the way his arms wrapped around you.

But still, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand, your pen flying across the pages as you filled out form after form. Ranpo kept perfectly still, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin and his lips brushing against your neck.

Just as you were nearing the end of the stack of papers, the sound of footsteps and voices in the hallway outside the office made you freeze. Your heart leapt into your throat as you realized that the rest of the team was returning from their lunch break, and here you were, perched on Ranpo's lap like a stolen treat, with his cock, balls deep inside your cunt.

Ranpo, however, seemed unfazed by the impending arrival of your colleagues. If anything, the wicked gleam in his eyes only intensified, as if he relished the thought of being caught in such a compromising position. His hands continued their teasing exploration of your body, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt to trace the sensitive skin of your thighs.

The door to the office swung open, and you felt the heat of embarrassment flood your cheeks as Yosano, Kunikida, and the others filed in. Their eyes widened as they took in the sight of you on Ranpo's lap, your skirt hiked up and your face flushed with a mix of desire and mortification.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Yosano drawled, a smirk playing on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Looks like someone's been a naughty girl."

Kunikida, ever the professional, averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "Ranpo-san, this is hardly appropriate behavior for the office," he said, his voice stern despite his obvious discomfort.

Ranpo, however, seemed unfazed by the disapproval in Kunikida's tone. He merely tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him as he grinned up at his colleagues. "What can I say? She ate my truffle, and now she's paying the price."

The others exchanged glances, a mix of amusement and exasperation on their faces. They had long since grown accustomed to Ranpo's eccentricities, but this was a new level of boldness, even for him.

You squirmed in Ranpo's lap, your face burning with embarrassment as you tried to disentangle yourself from his embrace. But Ranpo held fast, his fingers digging into your hips as he kept you firmly in place.

"Now, now, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You still have work to do. Be glad they can’t see how much your pussy is drooling all over my cock."

With that, he reached for another candy, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied hum. The others shook their heads, a mix of amusement and resignation on their faces as they settled into their own desks, pointedly avoiding looking in your direction.

You could feel their gazes on you, though, the weight of their curiosity and judgment making your skin prickle with self-consciousness. But Ranpo seemed oblivious to it all, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh as if he were completely unconcerned with the eyes on the two of you.

You bit your lip, a fresh wave of heat flooding your cheeks as you picked up the pen once more. Your hand trembled, the ink flowing across the page in an unsteady scrawl.

But still, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand, determined to complete the paperwork and put an end to this torture. As the minutes ticked by, you could feel Ranpo's cock twitching inside you, his obvious arousal sending a thrill of excitement through you.

Just as you were nearing the end of the stack of papers, Ranpo's fingers found their way back between your thighs, teasing your sensitive clit and making you gasp.

"Keep working, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "We wouldn't want the others to think you're slacking off, would we?"

The others glanced up at the sound of your gasp, a mix of embarrassment and desire on their faces as they took in the sight of you, perched on Ranpo's lap and trembling with need. But no one dared to speak, and the only sounds in the office were the scratch of pens on paper and the low hum of the air conditioning.

As Ranpo's fingers continued their teasing exploration of your slick folds, your vision blurred, the words on the page swimming before your eyes. Your breathing grew ragged, and your hips began to rock involuntarily, desperate for more.

Ranpo's grip on your waist tightened, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Can't focus?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. "Maybe I should stop. After all, I wouldn't want to interfere with your punishment."

You felt a pang of disappointment at his words, but you knew better than to argue.

"Please," you whispered, your voice a desperate plea. "I need to finish this."

Ranpo smiled, his fingers never ceasing their teasing rhythm. "Then you'd better hurry up," he murmured. "Because if you don't finish soon, l'm going to take you right here, in front of everyone. And then they'll all know how much you enjoy being my naughty little thief."

His words sent a thrill of excitement through you, mingling with the shame and arousal that already burned in your veins. The thought of your colleagues watching as Ranpo fucked you was both mortifying and intoxicating, and the image of it made you even wetter.

Ranpo sensed your reaction, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he slid two fingers on either side of your swollen clit, pinching slowly and deliberately. "I bet they'd like that, wouldn't they?" he murmured, his voice a low purr. "To see how pretty you look when you come, how shamelessly you beg for more."

"Ranpo," you gasped, his words sending a surge of pleasure through you. You were so close, the tension coiled inside you ready to snap. "Please, I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Ranpo's thumb pressed down hard on your clit, sending you spiraling over the edge. You cried out softly, slumping against the desk as your juices flowed out freely, dripping down the leather chair.

The others stared in disbelief, their faces flushed with embarrassment and arousal as they watched Ranpo slowly pull his fingers from your slick folds, an obscene amount of your juices now creating a puddle on the floor. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied smile.

"Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. "Just as delicious as I imagined. But there's one last thing we need to do."

Your heart raced in anticipation, your skin tingling as Ranpo's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

"What's that?" you breathed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body.

Ranpo grinned, his fingers trailing down your stomach to find the spot where his cock was still buried inside you. "I think it's time we showed the others just how much you love being my little truffle thief."

Without warning, he thrust up into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot and making you cry out. Your hands flew to the desk, gripping the edge as he pounded into you, his hips setting a punishing rhythm.

"Ranpo," you whimpered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

"Come on, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice strained with his own desire. "Show them how good it feels." Your head fell back against his shoulder, and you surrendered to the pleasure, your hips moving in time with his. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his arousal building with each stroke.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the office, the scent of sex mingling with the familiar aroma of ink and paper. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let yourself get lost in the sensation, the pressure building in your core until it finally snapped.

You came hard, your muscles clenching around Ranpo's cock and drawing a groan from his lips. Your juices flowed freely, soaking the chair beneath you as you trembled in his arms.

"That's it," Ranpo growled, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode out your orgasm. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me."

You shuddered, his words sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you.

The others watched in rapt attention, their own arousal obvious in their flushed cheeks and darkened eyes.

Ranpo's thrusts became erratic, and he buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. With a muffled groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his seed.

The room was silent, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart in your ears. Your limbs felt boneless, and your head was spinning, the intensity of your release leaving you dazed and sated.

As Ranpo's cock began to soften, you felt a rush of shame and embarrassment, realizing that the others had witnessed everything. But as you glanced around the room, you were surprised to see a mix of admiration and lust on their faces, their eyes locked on the place where your bodies were still connected.

Ranpo pulled away slowly, his arms releasing their tight hold around your waist. He tucked himself back into his trousers, the fabric damp with your juices.

"There," he said, his voice a low, satisfied purr. "Now we're even."

Your eyes widened, your cheeks flushing as you realized that the pile of unfinished paperwork was still sitting on the desk in front of you.

Ranpo's smile widened, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I'll finish the rest. But only because you're such a good girl."

[icantbeseenlikethisonmymain]

Low-stakes HC that modern!mizu has a batshit wild diet.

Maybe the audience for this is like two people and my dog but I've been sitting on this and for some reason feel compelled to put it into the world. So anyway

We're talking instant ramen like 4x a week, plain chicken and rice 6x a week, green tea and holistic health immunity shots mixed with monsters, so many candy and protein bars

Also just like bags of plain lettuce (?????)

She only eats at like weird hours, eg. 2:30 pm and 4 am.

One time Taigen found Mizu's candy stash, which takes up the entire space under her bed.

(She threatened to kill him if he ever took her chocolate truffles, but sometimes she lets him steal some anyway.)

It all drives Akemi crazy

Obviously, Akemi meal preps and makes sure she's getting the exactly right proportions of meat-to-veggies-to-carbs. She watches body-positive health and wellness dietitians on YouTube and is a green juice and smoothie drinker

The only time Mizu eats well is right before a big [insert sport] tournament or game

But then she is RELIGIOUS about health in the week leading up to it

Sleeping 8 hrs a night, eating balanced meals during actual mealtimes, drinking a liter of water a day, even cutting out caffeine completely

(Ringo helps her with the balanced meals part)

Every time Akemi thinks this time mizu's going to keep the healthy lifestyle going

And every time, the morning after, Akemi finds six crushed monsters and 14 protein bar wrappers in the trash

And then mizu walks out of her room double fisting a whole bell pepper and a bag of yogurt raisins

It's 6 fucking am

And Akemi gives up

[zorrasucia]

this mess was yours (now your mess is mine) - Part 2

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (4.8k)

Tags: Smut, Set two(ish) years before the present aka the New York years, Porn with a little plot, Fluff, Friends with Benefits, Virgin!Carmy (my beloved), P in V Sex, Rough Sex (at Reader's request), Oral Sex (M receiving), Fingering, Period Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

It had become a habit for both of you, being able to come home to someone who asked about your day and then fucked you senseless. It was unpredictable and messy but that was part of the appeal. You didn't see yourself quitting any time soon.

"Hey," Carmy greeted you. 

You had knocked frantically on his door until he opened. Maybe it was unhinged behavior on your part, considering it was almost midnight but you were too riled up to care.

"Hey," you replied, walking inside and closing the door behind you. You pushed him against the wall with one hand, the other holding a couple of books. You kissed him hard, shoving your tongue inside his mouth, grinding your entire body against his.

"Fuck," Carmy brought you closer by the waist.

"Brought you some books," you waved them in front of his face and threw them on the couch carelessly, using both hands now to pin Carmy's wrists above his head.

"You don't need to keep giving me books, you know? I feel like you're paying me," Carmy joked breathily, following your lead, pliant under your touch. Perhaps you had taken him by surprise or he actually liked you taking charge, either way you were having fun.

"Oh, but it's okay when you bring me black truffle gnocchi?" you retorted. 

He was keeping you well fed and well fucked.

"Those are leftovers. It's different," he argued.

"Well, I get a discount. Don't be difficult, Carm, just take them," you buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the moles and freckles he had on his skin. You exhaled and he shivered. "We're friends, right?"

"Sure," he panted.

"Friends can give each other presents," you rationalized. One of your hands let go of his wrist to tug at his hair. He moaned low.

"I just-" Carmy turned to look at you, suddenly very serious. "I can't do more than this, whatever this is. I don't want to fuck you over."

You hadn't put a name on it - friends with benefits was the closest thing you could come up with. It had become a habit for both of you, being able to come home to someone who asked about your day and then fucked you senseless. It was unpredictable and messy but that was part of the appeal. You didn't see yourself quitting any time soon.

"I can't do more than this, either," you replied honestly. You soothed his sides under his t-shirt. "It's all good, Carmy."

"I just-" his brows furrowed in worry.

"Hey. We're friends, it's just sex, nothing more," you cupped his face, caressing his jaw. "Are we good?"

He exhaled and nodded, his curls tickling your forehead.

"We're good," he smiled and kissed you, mouth open, cock half hard inside his trousers.

"Now can you please fuck me against the wall?" you asked.

Carmy gave you a wicked smile. "Yes, ma'am."

He grabbed your waist and manhandled you, your back to the wall. He kissed your neck and tugged your jeans down in swift succession. You kicked off your underwear and pulled down his trousers, just enough to free his cock.

"No foreplay," you said, caressing the head of his cock. "I want it to hurt a little."

"I got you," he panted, taking out a condom from his back pocket and quickly opening it with his teeth. Your visits were so frequent that he could open the wrapper with one hand and hold your throat with the other with ease now.

"You want it to hurt a little?" he repeated back at you, eyes dark.

"I need to get out of my head," you didn't want to explain, didn't want to talk about it at all. You wanted this man to fuck your brains out so that it was quiet inside your head and you could have a dreamless sleep. "Go as hard as you want. I'll tell you if it's too much."

"I-" Carmy hesitated.

"I've heard you screaming at God knows who on the phone, Carm. Don't act like you're some kind of saint and you don't have a shit ton of pent up anger in there," maybe it was a low blow but it got you what you wanted.

Carmy lifted you roughly, hands under your thighs, holding you tight enough to bruise.

"Never said I was a saint," he rasped, his cock poking at your entrance. "Never said I wasn't angry."

"Then show me," you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Fine."

He entered you in one blunt thrust, your head bumping against the wall, your pussy throbbing and burning against his invasion.

"Fuck," you cried out. It was half a whine, half a sob, from deep in your belly. You braced yourself, holding his muscular shoulders tighter.

He drew back, almost all the way out of your pussy, then back inside with force, leaving you breathless. His hips snapped against yours over and over; his empty apartment echoed the rhythmic clapping of your skin. Carmy was ruthless, giving you what you had asked for and more.

Your heart was racing inside your chest, trying to keep up with all that was happening - the ache inside you that was quickly turning into pleasure. Your mouth hung open, wanton whines leaving your lips.

"Happy?" he challenged you, maybe thinking you would ask him to stop or reject him in some way. You didn't.

"Yes," you managed to say, dragging out the 's', and crossing your ankles behind him, bringing him even closer.

All you could think of was Carmy and how good he was making you feel, how his hands would leave imprints on your hips, and how you were probably the only person that had allowed him to lose control like this.

"Give it to me," you insisted.

"You're so fucked up," he said. It wasn't a jab, if anything there was admiration in the way that he said it, that you could take it so well.

His movements got quicker and messier. He hid his face in your neck, drowning ragged growls into your skin. You could feel him hit the depths of you. His thrusts angled upwards as he got closer to his release, hitting your G spot over and over.

"Fucking-" was all you got to say before you became a moaning mess, Carmy holding on just enough that you could ride your orgasm in his last desperate thrusts.

"Shit. Shit. Oh, my God," he groaned hard.

You could hear him far away, your body felt limp and heavy as he carried you to his bed; your skin felt tingly and hot.

"Hey, talk to me," Carmy demanded, some left over gruffness coloring his tone.

"'m fine," you mumbled, "just fucked stupid."

"Good. Okay, that's good," he said, letting out a relieved sigh, smiling.

"Can I sleep over?" you asked, eyelids heavy. His bed was comfortable and the bedsheets smelled like him.

"Like I would let you go anywhere like this," he rolled his eyes and manhandled you to lie under the blankets.

"So bossy," you said appreciatively, half asleep. "Like it. I like that you're a little fucked up."

"Yeah?" Carmy seemed taken aback by it, grinning incredulously.

"Mhmm," you wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling his neck.

You knew what it was like to pretend all day, to be a watered down version of yourself. It was exhausting. 

You closed your eyes as Carmy kissed the top of your head.

~

Carmy surprised you as you were opening your door in the middle of the afternoon, your keys still dangling between your fingers. It was his free day, you remembered.

"Hey, you busy? I need a little help with something," he asked, peeking out his door, a nervous energy about him.

"I'm not busy," you replied flirtatiously.

"Oh! Uh, it's not a sex thing," he looked a little guilty now.

"Oh, okay. Sure, I'll help, I'm a good neighbor," you smiled brightly, hiding your disappointment that this wasn't a "help me, my boner won't go away" situation but more of a "help me, I need someone to hold a ladder while I change the lightbulb" situation.

You followed him inside his apartment and into the bathroom. He stood in front of you and removed his shirt.

"Carm, I'm getting mixed signals here," you said, your eyes lingering on the trail of hair on his lower stomach.

He chuckled. "It isn't a sex thing. I promise."

"I wouldn't mind," you said coyly.

He laughed openly now and turned around.

Right on his shoulder blade, there was a freshly done tattoo, the skin around it an angry shade of red, the ink crisp and dark, all covered in plastic and tape. It was a bird - a sparrow, falling mid-flight, an arrow through its chest.

"I didn't think it through," Carmy said. You could see the blush on his skin in his reflection on the mirror.

"You shouldn't regret it. It's beautiful," you said, your fingers hovering over it. "Just a little sad."

"I meant the placement," he explained. "Can't reach it by myself."

"Oh... You need help cleaning it," you realized.

"And putting lotion on it. It will get flaky and fucking gross in the following days so it's fine if you don't want to help me then," he was giving you an out.

It looked like it pained Carmy to ask, and it suddenly made sense why all his tattoos were within arm's reach.

"It's okay," you said simply, leaning over the sink to wash your hands, then turning to look at him. "Tell me what to do."

He exhaled with relief and walked you through it - removing the tape and the plastic, washing the skin gently, letting it dry, applying lotion...

There was something weirdly intimate about the whole process. Your hands were on Carmy, careful, admiring the artwork and the muscles underneath, checking in the mirror to confirm you weren't hurting him.

"All good?" you asked softly.

"Yeah. Thank you," he turned to kiss you, a quick peck on the lips.

You watched him put his shirt back on, a small wince as he arranged the fabric.

You caressed his cheek. "Is it bad? The pain."

He shrugged. "I kind of dig it."

You shook your head fondly. 

"How often do you need to do this?" you asked, walking towards the door.

"Ideally? Three times a day," he said. "Realistically? When I'm home from work and before I leave."

Carmy walked you to your apartment - it was only a few feet but it felt a little corny still, like a twelve minute long, weird ass date. You smiled.

"Let me know, okay?" you said in a jokingly stern tone. "I don't want your tattoo to get fucked up because you're too stubborn to ask for help."

He looked down and you knew you had hit a nerve.

"Promise."

It was nice, having a routine with Carmy, knowing that you would see him everyday, that he would knock on your door looking sheepish and that you would take care of him a little. Sometimes you rubbed the leftover lotion over his shoulders and the rest of his back, almost always you made out while you waited for his skin to dry, your hands and eyes feasting on his naked torso. Maybe it wasn't sex but it was the next best thing. It was sensual, soft, delicious.

"There," you said softly, running your fingers over the soft skin. It had peeled and looked awful for a few days but now it was pale and smooth once more.

Carmy turned and grabbed you by the waist.

"Thank you," he drawled.

"You're welcome," you said, swaying in his embrace.

Your hands traced the lines of muscle along his bare waist while you kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Fuck," Carmy exhaled into your hair.

"Can I suck your cock, Carmy?" you mumbled.

"Shit. You can do anything you want to me," he replied needily, his eyes going wide as you lowered to your knees in front of him. "Fuck. You're actually doing it."

You palmed him over his jeans. "I've been thinking about it for days."

"You have?"

"Wanting to be the first one to make you feel this good... Wondering how these," you caressed the muscles on his stomach, lingering on the V you liked so much, "would move if I sucked you off like you deserve."

"Holy shit," he was breathing heavily, getting turned on from your lazy touch and dirty talk.

You unbuttoned his jeans, dragging them and his underwear down his thighs. His cock was already half hard, and you caressed the length of it.

"Fuck," Carmy leaned against the sink, bracing himself, gasping for air.

"Tell me when it's good?" you echoed his words back at him, looking up.

He nodded. You took him in your mouth.

The noise that followed was something between a moan and a whine, deep from Carmy's chest, vibrating all the way down to his cock. This was going to be fun.

You grabbed on to his ass, taking him as deep as you could, watching him close his eyes and arch his neck. Your tongue caressed the underside of him, tasting salt, while you bobbed your head back and forth, forcing his moans to go quicker and longer.

"Oh, fuck. I've never- Jesus Christ!" he was a mess, mumbling nonsense, white-knuckling the edge of the sink. "Never felt so good. Fuck!"

Just as you felt his muscles begin to tense, you let him go with a pop. He whined in desperation.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "Can you help me with something?"

"Anything. Anything."

You gathered your hair on one side. "Can you hold this for me? It keeps getting in my face," you asked innocently, looking at him through your eyelashes.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he managed, one of his hands closing around your hair, resting on the nape of your neck.

"Thanks," you said.

You kissed the trail of hair on his stomach, licked the veins and freckles by his hip, and then mouthed up his length until you could lick his tip and take him again inside your mouth. He shook with pleasure and his cock poked the back of your throat. You choked, a string of saliva falling from the corner of your mouth.

"Shit, fuck, I'm sorry," he panted. "It just feels so good..."

You soothed the back of his legs. 'It's fine, it's fine.' His eagerness was making you wet - the needy sounds he was letting out. His grip on your hair tightened and you hollowed your cheeks around his cock, bobbing your head, keeping a steady rhythm.

"Close, 'm close," he managed, the veins of his neck pulsing and his face sweaty.

"Mhmm," you hummed against his cock.

One of your hands caressed the muscles of his stomach, so tense that they seemed to be vibrating, while the other moved to fondle his balls gently.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he blurted out while tugging at your hair, letting out a long exhale, cumming inside your mouth.

"Mhmm, mhmm," you encouraged him, your mouth still on him, eyes up to see him completely undone. He looked beautiful.

You swallowed and swallowed, salt covering your tongue and dripping down the corner of your mouth, tears messing up your mascara.

Carmy used the hold he had on your hair to pull you away from his cock. He was panting and speechless - something proud purred inside your chest.

Carmy dropped to his knees and cupped your face. He kissed you, sloppy, lust-drunk, soothing your mouth with his tongue, licking the edge of your lips. You realized he was cleaning his mess - you moaned into his mouth.

"Carm," you carded your fingers through his sweaty curls. You realized there were tears in the corners of his eyes too.

"Fuck. That was everything," he mumbled against your skin. "Thank you."

"Anytime," you meant it - it made you happy to see how blissed out and relaxed he looked.

"Y'don't need to swallow next time though," he rubbed his finger on your chin, still sticky from his cum.

"What if I want to?"

He shivered.

"Jesus..." he shook his head, smirking. If you had known he liked dirty talk so much you would have started way earlier. "The fucking mouth on you..."

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it just now," you said, mischievous.

He shut you up with a hungry kiss.

~

You wrapped yourself tighter in your comforter, balling up into a cocoon on the couch. Your favorite movie was on, lulling you to sleep...

Someone knocked on your door.

"Fuck off!" you bellowed.

"It's Carmy," he replied softly.

Gathering what little strength you had, you walked to the door and opened it.

"Hi, Carm," he looked frazzled but still gorgeous. "Uh, nothing's happening today. I feel like absolute shit, didn't even go to work."

You said everything quickly, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible, not in the mood for a conversation.

"What happened?" his eyes were full of worry.

"I'm on my period. I'll be fine, don't worry about it," you dismissed it easily. "Point is, sex is off the table, so I'll see you when I see you."

"Okay," he nodded and walked quickly to his apartment, not even saying goodbye. You knew this was the agreement - sex and nothing more - but it still stung more than you would have expected that he actually didn't give a shit.

You shut the door, ready to go back to your cocoon when he knocked again.

"What?" you said dryly.

"I left for only two minutes, what the fuck?" he complained.

You opened the door, not managing to contain a groan of exasperation.

"Carmy, I swear to God..."

He was standing on your doorstep with a gallon of milk and a handful of groceries.

"I'll shut the fuck up but will please you let me inside your kitchen?" Carmy insisted.

You moved to the side and watched him make a beeline to the stove, which left you confused as fuck. When you realized that he was actually not going to speak to you, you settled back on the couch. Maybe his stove wasn't working and he needed to cook something? You didn't really mind as long as he left you in peace.

The bang of pots and pans was kept to a minimum, so much so that you started getting sleepy once again. You had almost forgotten about Carmy altogether when he sat on the cushion by your head, caressing your hair and your arm gently.

"Did you take something for the pain?" he asked.

"A metric shit ton of ibuprofen," you sighed. "It fixed my back thing before the cramps."

He chuckled softly.

Your back thing was a weird muscular pain that you could actually trace to one particularly vigorous handjob you had given Carmy a week ago. He had kissed it better while he fucked you from behind a day later - not that it had done much for your pain but it had made you come hard, so you had no complaints.

"You really don't need to be here, Carm," you mumbled, even though his gentle touch felt so nice and comforting. "I'll be fine. The first day is especially hellish is all."

He sighed and got up. "I'll pour you some hot chocolate and I'll leave you alone."

You perked up. "What?"

He handed you a mug - it was thick, French style, hot chocolate.

"Carmy, what-?"

He arched an eyebrow. "What did you think I was doing in the kitchen?"

"I don't know, your dinner?"

"Give me some fucking credit," he said without bite.

You took a sip from the chocolate, it was a little too hot and it warmed you up from the inside. You hummed softly.

"Sugar loved this when she had cramps," he said absently, drinking from his own mug.

"Sugar?" you asked, a green thing of jealousy snarling inside your chest, unchecked and unwarranted.

"My sister."

"You have a sister?" you straightened up in your seat to look at him properly.

He nodded, not really giving room for more questions.

He placed his hand on your knee, caressing lightly. You leaned into his side and exhaled.

"Sorry for being mean earlier," you said and he shook his head gently. "And thank you. You didn't need to do any of this."

"I wanted to," he replied.

You turned and kissed him, soft and lazy, not trying to go anywhere, just thanking him.

"How was your day?" you asked softly, fixing his messy hair a little.

"One of the new chefs got fired after two hours, which is some kind of record," he said pensively.

If you ever saw his boss out on the street, you were kicking him in the balls.

"He can't keep doing that shit, can he?"

"It's his place. He can do whatever the fuck he wants, as long as the food is excellent. And it is," Carmy said somewhat sadly. "Did you do anything interesting today?"

"Other than just lying here all day feeling like a raccoon was clawing at my insides and thighs?" you said playfully.

"Your thighs?" he arched his eyebrows.

You shrugged. "It happens when it's really bad."

"Can I-?" he motioned to shift you on the couch, you nodded, and he placed your legs over his lap.

He started kneading on the flesh of your legs over your sweatpants, massaging gently. You hummed contentedly.

All of a sudden, you remembered a number of moments during sex when he seemed to favor your thighs, kissing them, biting them, holding them tight. He'd never said anything really but he liked them, it was obvious - especially now, his thumbs pressing on the insides, the fatty and stretch-lined part of them, with devotion.

Without realizing, you had started getting aroused, heart racing and your thoughts wandering free - thoughts of him nestled between your thighs, thoughts of them aching for entirely different reasons.

"Carm?"

"Hmm?"

You could feel your cheeks burning from the question you hadn't worded yet.

"Would it be super messed up if I asked you to fuck me?" you stumbled with your words.

"Now?" Carmy turned to see you, not stopping his attentions.

"If you want. It's just that- This feels nice and- I don't know. Orgasms are supposed to help with cramps," you added, feeling a little lame.

He smiled. "You really don't need to convince me to fuck you," his hands started pressing into your upper thighs.

"I'll  understand if you don't want to," you put your hands over his, caressing lightly.

He didn't reply, instead he leaned to kiss you again, slow and tender. You smiled into the kiss.

"It's going to be messy," you warned him.

"Sex is messy," he echoed your words back to you.

"Okay, give me a few minutes, yeah?" you said, going in the bathroom, tidying up a little, and changing your underwear. You emerged with a towel in your hands to find Carmy sitting on your bed, wearing only his boxer briefs. "You're dangerous."

He huffed, bringing you to stand between his legs.

"You’re dangerous," he emphasized, ogling you now that you were wearing only your underwear and a sweatshirt. He held you close, breathing you in as he peeled off your sweatshirt, burying his face between your breasts.

"So warm, so soft," he mumbled against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

"Carmy," you hummed and leaned into his touch, caressing his curls.

You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you settled on the bed, your head on the pillow, the soft towel underneath you, and Carmy hovering above you - kissing your body.

"Slow?" he asked, tracing a line from your bellybutton to your collarbone with his nose.

"Mhmm," you agreed, overwhelmed with how gentle and thoughtful he was being.

He took off your underwear and nudged your legs open. You were feeling a little self conscious.

He placed his hand over your mound.

"You've done this before?" he asked.

Sometimes, he could read you so well.

"Never on my period, no," you admitted. "Boyfriends didn't like the idea."

"I'm gonna take care of you," he drawled, kissing the side of your face and sliding one finger between your folds.

You hummed, caressing his arms and shoulders, marveling at how strong they looked in the lowlight of your room.

His fingers moved slowly, wandering around, caressing, pressing just enough on your clit to get you warm and ready.

"Please," you whined.

"Shhhh," he soothed, inserting one finger.

"Shit!" You arched into his touch, every nerve ending awake.

"You okay?" he checked in.

"I think I'm a little sensitive," you managed. When you saw Carmy's concerned face you added: "It's good. I can feel you, every little thing you do to me."

He curled his finger a bit, his gaze fixed on you to watch you roll your eyes with pleasure.

"Fuck," he swallowed.

"Yeah," you giggled. "I think I want more."

He pushed a second finger inside you, caressing your walls, watching you become a mess underneath him. He had you writhing and moaning with just his fingers, dangling near the edge of your release in just a few minutes.

"So close, I'm so close," you moaned.

He didn't make you beg for it. He seemed entranced - his fingers moving steadily, just staring as you lost control.

"Insane," Carmy mumbled as he kissed you.

"Mmm?" you questioned, barely out of your orgasm, only vaguely aware of him wiping his fingers on the towel and putting a condom on. Your hands reached out for his face.

"You're so responsive, it's insane," he rasped. "Can't wait to be inside you."

"I need it. I need your cock inside me," you whined and opened your legs wider.

He lowered to kiss you, hungry. Then he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head.

"Don't move a fucking finger," he whispered. "I'm going to take care of you, make you feel so fucking good."

You nodded eagerly.

Carmy entered you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him as he stretched you out and filled you completely. You arched your body against his, urging him to get closer even as his cock went almost all the way out.

A lewd, wet sound filled the room as he thrust back inside you, then the slap of skin on skin, then two moans almost in unison. He kept that torturous rhythm steady, eyes fixed on you, his movements were slow and calculated - he was letting your lust simmer to a boil, driving you crazy. You couldn't speak, breathy moans the only sound you could utter - that and his name.

"Carmy..."

"Yes, I'm here," he reassured you, a bead of sweat falling from his face. "You're being such a good girl for me."

You whined at that, your pussy gripping hard around him. You glanced down, taking in the sight of his tight abdomen, his trail of hair, and his cock disappearing inside you.

"Oh, fuck," you managed. "Think I'm coming again."

"Yeah?"

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip to silence your cries of pleasure. He thumbed at the place where your bodies met, pressing your clit as he kept that steady pace. You saw white for a moment, fluttering against his cock, even more wetness gathering between your legs.

"Shit," you exhaled, every feeling of aftershock mixing with the pleasure of being deliciously fucked still. Carmy's face was contorted in complete concentration, eyebrows furrowed and breathing hard.

"Can you do one more?" he asked.

"Yes," you said eagerly. "Yes, please, come with me."

He growled.

His pace accelerated, his hips arched, the head of his cock hit your G spot.

"Holy fuck!" you cursed, grabbing at your pillowcase to stop from moving your hands. "Carmy."

"Right here," he reassured you still, face red. "Y're being such a good girl," he praised.

You beamed, arching your back, guiding him to fuck you deeper and harder, following his movements with wide eyes. He groaned, his cock slipping out of you by accident.

"Put it back in, put it back, please," you begged.

He rushed to recover, quickly going back to the same hungry movements.

"Your boyfriends are fucking idiots," he mumbled into your neck, feral and possessive. "Didn't get to have you like this."

You pussy squeezed around his cock as it twitched inside you. You were both so close. He panted into your mouth.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please, yes," you whined.

You came together, meeting each thrust with a tilt of your hips, your moans followed by grunts. He collapsed on top of you, heavy, sweaty and perfect. You licked a line of salt from the side of his neck.

"Was it true?" he said, his gravelly voice rumbling against your chest.

"What was?" your hands caressed his back and his ass, fingers tracing curved shapes.

"That orgasms fix cramps."

"Mhmm," you giggled. "Read it somewhere. And the pain's much better now actually. Thanks."

"Anytime," he replied, tired. "I'll get up in a second."

"No rush," you said, carding your hands through his curls. "Wanna shower together?" you offered.

"Definitely."

You sighed, completely satisfied.

Later, when your fingers were lathering shampoo on his scalp, then carefully covering every strand with the scent of your coconut conditioner, a thought would interrupt your bliss. Maybe this was too sweet and domestic for friends with benefits. Maybe they way he fucked you was a lot like making love. Maybe. But you were too tired and too happy to care.

~

[Part 3]

~

@vyctorya

[hedonists-den]

POV: We’re roommates and I’ve finally had it with your fatass behaviors after you help yourself to my chocolate. I let a lot of pent-up frustration out on you before realizing that there’s only one fitting consequence for your greed.

⚠️ Heavy fat-shaming ⚠️

TRANSCRIPT:

[distant] You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Did you take my truffles? You did, didn’t you? I can see the wrappers right there! I can’t fucking believe this…I put up with a lot from you, but blatantly stealing my food? Aren’t you fat enough as is? I mean you’ve already broken three office chairs—two of which I carried inside, by the way—but noooo, you’ve got to have my chocolate. 

Those truffles are the only things I allow myself at the end of the week, you know that? You know how hard I work to keep my diet in check? All the calorie tracking, exercising, and meal planning I have to do? No, you couldn’t possibly understand. You don’t try hard at anything. You don’t even know what self-control means. All you do is sit around all day, stuffing your fat fucking face and getting high. 

I’m being mean? That’s all you have to say to me? No apology, no “I’ll pay you back for it,”? Are you serious? Well how’s this for mean: You’re a fucking embarrassment. You’re a shameless fat blimp of a human being that only exists to consume. You’re no better than livestock, grazing on whatever it can because its only value is how fucking fat it is. The only difference is that you have at least a modicum of self-awareness to know how completely helpless and useless you are.

How much effort does it take to heave your fat ass up from that chair? Gotta get some momentum going before you can actually stand up? Go ahead. Try to lug yourself to your feet without grunting and struggling. [...] Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. I’m shocked that you were able to even make it to the pantry to take my chocolate after such a pathetic attempt. That must be why there’s always piles of dishes stacked up in here, too. You’re too fucking lazy to even take them into the kitchen. I always have to clean up after these goddamn feasts of yours or else I’ll never have any dishes for myself. 

Fucking hell, when I signed up to be your roommate, I absolutely did not sign up for this. You at least had some decency when I moved in, so what the hell happened? Did you lose some fucking bet? Or did you just wake up one morning and decide that you were going to be a lazy, fat pig? What kind of degenerate shit did you—ugh, for fuck’s sake, pull your goddamn shirt down…your fucking gut is spilling out… That’s fucking disgusting… Nothing you’re wearing right now even fits! Your fat is just…oozing out of everything… I can’t believe you look like this and still you justify to yourself that you need my candy on top of everything else you shovel into your mouth. Just… No, you know what? You don’t want to apologize? You want to be a fatass? To live in this offensively obese body that you’ve ruined?

[unwrapping candy] Then eat. Eat, you fucking pig. You wanted my candy? You’re going to have it. Every single piece, and then some. You’ll never be any smaller than you are right now. I’ll make sure of it.

Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to stop now. Open up, fatty. You’re done when I say you’re done.

[saiyanmyname]

Hi, I just want to wish everyone a lovely Christmas, however you’re spending it Xx

My gift to you is this goofy pic of Endeavor… and a reader insert ;)

Enji kept looking at the clock, how much longer until his shift was over? Just over half an hour.

He couldn’t believe they were making him work Christmas, especially since he’d done so the previous three years. Not that he had anything to go back home to, but he’d rather be at home doing nothing, instead of having to watch all of the happy families out and about on Christmas Day. He almost found himself wishing a terrible villain would turn up, at least then he’d have something to do, turns out even villains took Christmas Day off. He chuckled to himself at his own silent joke.

“Merry Christmas Endeavor”

“Still working Endeavor? Have a good Christmas”

Why did people have to talk to him? He grunted and nodded. He’d never liked dealing with the public, it was partly why he made himself so unapproachable, because he was scared of talking to people, making small talk was something that came naturally to most of the pros, but he’d always been introverted. Not that you’d believe it if you’d seen him, with those flashy flames and booming voice, but it was just an act, an act to get by.

That’s when he saw them, five of the most perfect mince pies, stacked neatly in a row of three and a row of two, they looked delicious, pale shortcrust pastry and sugar on top that had been caramelised to a hard shell, they were in pale blue and green festive foil wrappers, and he had to have them. He checked his watch, and peered through the window biting his lip hungrily, it looked like they were closing, it would be impolite to go in now, so close to closing time, but he just had to have one. He didn’t have any at home, and it would be a terrible thing not to have at least one on Christmas Day. He’d rather hoped Fuyumi might bring him some, but she was away on a trip for Christmas.

“Are you sure you’ll be Ok on your own dad?” She’d asked.

“Of course, it’ll be fine, go and enjoy yourself.”

He’d replied, it was a lie, and now he had no mince pies at two minutes to five on Christmas Day.

He pushed on the door and the little bell rang. He tried to sound casual.

“Oh sorry, are you closing?”

“Yes, I was.” You reply bluntly, without looking up from sweeping the floor, back turned.

“Oh…” he was not expecting this response, he was Endeavor, usually people went the extra mile for a hero, he was stunned.

You paused waiting to hear the bell as he left, but he didn’t move. You leant your broom against the counter.

“Look, I’ve just closed up, you’ll have to…” you turned, the last person you’d expected to see was Endeavor. His flames were roaring from his jaw and his boots, snow had started to fall outside, but the the windows had already started to steam from the intensity of his heat.

You briefly wondered how his wife had ever gotten close enough to him to produce four children, he was hotter than the sun, but then again, you’d heard she’d had an ice quirk.

Enji looked at you, trying to discern the look on your face, you looked like you were solving a mathematical puzzle.

“Could you move away from there?”

“Sorry, from where?”

“Behind you, you’ll melt the truffles.”

“Oh, I’m sorry” he stepped forward.

“What is it you want?” You asked folding your arms across your chest. It brought his eyes to hover briefly over your breasts. You noticed and tried not to smirk.

What was the number one hero doing waltzing into your shop and checking you out?

“Are you this rude to all your customers?” He asked bluntly, he shouldn’t have said that. He realised straight after he said it, but he still really wanted those mince pies.

You replied before he could apologise.

“Only the ones I like” You smirked, wiping your hands on your apron. His eyes hovering over you again, where of course they shouldn’t be. You wondered if it was only more noticeable because his eyes were so glaringly blue, so bright and icy against the billowing flames that burst around his face. “Do you check out all your shop keepers?”

“I was not…” He stepped back.

“Truffles!” You exclaimed.

“Sorry” he said jumping forwards again. “You should put them somewhere further from the natural place to stand”

“Most of my customers aren’t on fire.”

God this was awkward, he shouldn’t have come in, this was exactly the kind of social exchange he hated, it was uncomfortable.

“So, what can I get you?” Your face softened, you had a lovely smile he realised. His heart settled a little, and his flames reduced.

“Um… the mince pies in the window.” He paused, you looked like you were waiting for something. “Please.” He added, tentatively.

“Sure, how many would you like?”

“All of them…” You raised you eyebrows waiting again. “Please” he added gruffly. You were winning and he didn’t like it. Making him say please, it was annoying… and maybe a touch erotic? He tried to get the thought out of his head, but it stayed like one of those trick candles, reappearing with a flicker.

You took them out of the window.

“One each is it?” It was common knowledge he had four children, but he felt it a little presumptuous of you to ask. Or was that small talk? He wasn’t sure.

“No, I’ll be on my own.”

“Ah, me too.” There was that smile again, like butter, your lips… they were really… pretty. He thought to himself. “Big appetite fighting all those villains?” He was fairly sure you were mocking him now, the question was rhetorical.

You placed them in a white box. With six gaps. “Room for one more if you want anything else?”

He was still thinking about your retort about spending Christmas alone.

“Excuse me?” He asked, wondering if he’d heard you wrong.

“Box holds six, you have five, do you want anything else?”

“Oh, of course.” He held his chin, gazing down at the glass cabinet. Most of the really good things had sold out, but there was still too much to choose from, aside from the five mince pies. He was rather pleased with himself about getting those.

“Spoilt for choice?” You leant over the counter. “Need some help Endeavor?”

The way you added his name at the end of the sentence made him blush, what was it about the way you said it that made it sound so intimate.

“I think so…” he hummed.

“Ok:” you jumped up squatting down behind the other side of the glass.

“These ones,” you tapped the glass, “are a big hit, they’re custard on the inside but with a hard crème brûlée type topping, most people think they’re going to be soft until they bite into them, and they are, but I just like the way the crunch adds something special to the experience. Custard pastries are usually a hit with men, I don’t know why. Sound like something you might like?”

“Perhaps,” you were really quite passionate about the subject. He smiled, you were pleased you’d managed to break down a barrier, Endeavor wasn’t known for smiling, it felt like a little win.

“Well I’ll take one out for you try. Then we have these, don’t confuse them with mince pies, they’re Eccles cakes.”

“But they’re not cakes?” He looked at them confused.

“Look, I didn’t invent them so take it up with the name police. What does Endeavor mean anyway?”

“What do you mean, what does it mean?” You’d struck a nerve you realised, this could prove interesting.

“They’re filled with currants rather than mincemeat and then wrapped in flakey pastry, that’s what sets them apart from a mince pie. Hawks flies, Jeanist… jeans, All Might is a cool name because he’s ‘All Mighty’ and strong etc, so I’ve always been curious, why just Endeavor? Why not… Flamey McFlame Face?” You giggled. “Sorry I wasn’t being rude, I promise, I just assumed I may not have another chance to ask.”

“They sound good, could I try one of those too?” He paused then “I’ll pay for these too of course?” He added hastily.

“Well, I wasn’t going to ask since I need to get rid of the stock, but since you’ve offered, how about I do you a deal?”

“Ok.”

“Good.” You didn’t mention anything further about the deal and it got his mind ticking.

You continued to explain each of the different flavour and textures of the treats, they all sounded delicious.

You glanced at the clock, you’d been going through all the different items for about quarter of an hour, he’d chosen four to try, although he’d struggled to whittle it down to so few.

“I’d really like to try them all.”

“Well if you’re really good maybe Santa will let you.” You smirked. “Maybe not all in one day though.”

You were definitely flirting with him, at least he thought so, people didn’t tend to flirt with Endeavor, he was unapproachable, and that’s the way he liked it, or so he’d thought.

He decided to try his luck.

“I am good, very good actually.” He said, picking up the first pastry.

“Oh?” The corner or your mouth twitched. “Then you’ll have to show me.” You leant over the counter.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” He said as he finished it up.

“Isn’t it?” You grinned, eyes lit up.

“How do you make these?” He asked, mouth half full, chewing away.

“Trade secrets.”

“Hmm, I bet.” Endeavor raised an eyebrow.

He made the rest of his way through them deciding to buy the remainder of each, 1, 3, 1, and 5. He smirked. All your stock was in odd numbers and all the boxes were even. A smart way to suggest people leave with more than they intended to buy.

“What’s your quirk?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Is it perhaps a… disappearing quirk?”

“Very perceptive Endeavor. People do like filling things up. It’s not illegal, reducing your stock is it?”

He leant over the counter in the same way that you were. Suddenly you felt very very close, noses almost touching.

“Would you like it to be?” His voice was almost lower up close, you could feel the heat from his flames and the breeze of his breath. He was actually quite good looking up close.

“Why, will you arrest me Endeavor.”

“No,” he grinned, a boyish grin that you rather liked. “The police arrest people, I just bring them to justice for what they’ve done.”

You were blushing now, you didn’t think he’d pluck up the courage to be so blunt, afterall you’d be coaxing him for about half an hour or so now.

His lips brushed yours teasingly, an invitation to open your mouth, his hand sliding gently around the side of your neck. His fingers big enough that he could stroke his thumb down your cheek, you bit his lip gently and he groaned. You found yourself leaning further over the counter, hands in his hair, pulling it a little, he groaned again. You smirked as he kissed you, you were fairly sure he liked it a little rough.

“Hold on” he paused, making his way around behind the counter. “Mind if come back here?” He asked, arms instinctively wrapping around you, leaning to kiss you again. He was a good kisser, and it was better now the counter wasn’t in the way, you could feel his whole body against you. You wondered if his kiss would feel just as good elsewhere. “So…” he continued, speaking, about an inch away from your ear. “About this deal?”

“Only if you say please.”

[noirandchocolate]

Pork and truffle xiaolongbao for dinner tonight!!! So rich and what a great flavor! The truffle right in the wrapper to make them black made it look so elegant too.

Happy Lunar New Year!!

[sugarpopss]

Twelve Years and Counting

So. I watched Wonka. And it awoke something within me. Like we all knew Keegan-Michael Key is hot but somehow. Seeing him in a pretty good fat suit made me insane. I want to be his wife.

Warnings: it's porn and I love corrupt police (kidding)

Not tagging ANYONE bc who tf wants this. Hiiiii Wonka fandom how are ya'll. How ya'll doing. Actually no i gave @bucknastysbabe a play by play of this movie so. Also Hugh Grant killed a cleric I think??

You can’t be married to a man for twelve years without figuring out what he’ll do for some decent chocolate. 

And by god, you knew what your husband would do for chocolate. 

To be entirely fair, a lot of people would do a lot of things for chocolate; it practically ran the city. A truffle was far more powerful than a silver sovereign. 

Chocolate was exchanged and hidden and fought over in the halls of power all over the city, and the precinct was no exception. You’d known that for years. 

You also knew that the chief of police had been taking minor bribes from the chocolate magnates for years. The fine truffles and bon-bons didn’t just appear in the cupboards by magic. You’d never really had a problem with your husbands mild corruption, either. He sometimes saved the bon-bons filled with cherry or peach compote for you, and he wasn’t really hurting anyone. The chocolate magnates had the entire city in their pocket-what was one more official looking the other way? 

That was before, though. You were sure they had upped your husbands ‘payment’ or enlisted him in some new scheme, because the amount of chocolate boxes crowding your cupboards and counter had exploded. You knew they were in his car, too, because you’d seen the little paper wrappers littering the seats. 

The amount of payment wasn’t the only thing that had exploded recently, either. 

You loved your husband, truly and honestly-you would’ve married a politician or a restauranteur if you didn’t. But you couldn’t deny that his chocolate habit was finally beginning to have an effect. 

Well…’beginning’ was a bit of a misnomer. The effect was very clear-your beloved police chief had absolutely blown up. He had gone up two whole sizes-which you knew because you were the one who took his clothes to the laundry-and your poor bed frame creaked like an old dog toy when he laid down. You could hear the stairs creaking, too, ensuring that you’d never again sleep through your husband coming home late. 

You weren’t complaining. Oh, far from it, actually. You had no interest in knowing the details of this ‘blood chocolate’ he seemed to be receiving, and your husband was less than forthcoming with information. You like your plausible deniability very much, thank you. But you also rather liked the way the bribes showed up on him. 

The belly had come first, of course, straining the belt of his uniform and giving him a proper ‘policemans paunch’. You had thought it was cute and paid plenty of loving attention to your husbands little potbelly. The weight had absolutely not stopped there, though. From a little pudgy to properly fat in a startlingly short amount of time, and all because whatever scheme he was involved in evidently paid very well. Soon you were settling into bed next to a man double-maybe triple by now-his former weight, all soft flesh and radiating warmth. 

It wasn’t terrible at all. Your husband cleaned the chocolate stains off his hands before touching you, although he didn’t seem to notice his wedding ring digging into his thick finger. He remained intimate with you, so you weren’t at all concerned that he was unfaithful. If he was unfaithful as well as corrupt, he did an excellent job at hiding it. You finally understood why your friends had raved about sleeping with men so large-it was amazing. Watching your husband heave himself on top of you, feeling his weight and warmth nearly crushing the air out of your lungs. The sheer effort of fucking into you, his arms shaking from holding his weight up, sweat beading on his skin after a few thrusts, his soft lower belly completely covering your view of where the two of you were joined. You’d nearly climaxed on the spot just from watching him have to lift his belly to get his cock positioned. 

It was the very best sex you’d had in twelve years of marriage. You’d tried to wrap your legs around his waist, but any vestige of your husbands ‘waist’ was now long gone. The best you could do was press your knees into the thick rolls of fat on his sides, but it brought you a little closer nonetheless. What made him moan, though, was when you gently palmed his heavy chest, grown so fat you couldn’t even feel the bone of his sternum. You groped his breasts like he’d done to you so many times before, taking your cues from his blissful expression strained gasps. 

And it was almost as good after the climax, when your husband first collapsed on top of you, crushing the breath right out of you. He was sweaty and overheated and so heavy, and he seemed to realize your lungs were struggling with him on top of you fairly quickly. When he’d rolled off and settled into his significant dent in the mattress, caught his breath and popped a chocolate from the bedside drawer into his mouth, it was your turn to snuggle up. You pressed close to his side, though not quite as close as lovestick teens trying to crawl into each others skin may have. It was soothing in a way, the rhythm of your husbands breathing and the crinkle of chocolate wrappers. 

You knew that when you shimmied away to your side of the bed to sleep-a necessary thing to do, because of both the heat your husband radiated and the disturbance of him getting up in the middle of the night for his 3am bon-bons-he’d quickly fall asleep with both hands resting on the crest of his swollen belly, and snore like an engine to top it off. You’d learned to tune it out, along with the creaking of the mattress springs and bed frame when he shifted or got up. 

There were much worse habits for a man to be caught in-but chocolate seemed to be the most popular. You knew much more women whose husbands hid sweets in their offices or closets than who gambled or smoked. And the effects were certainly not unappreciated, at least not by you. 

A big, powerful man, and all yours. Surely nothing would ever spoil this.

[pfhwrittes]

hellllo p, 🍫 cheese or chocolate? (and please elaborate. name names.)

hi syyyy! 💜

🍫 - oh man i can't choose! okay, if we ignore my lactose intolerance which is probably a mild dairy allergy i'm gonna pick cheese all day every day.

you want cheese recs? you've gotta try wensleydale cheese. it's a mild, creamy and slightly crumbly cheese (10/10 for nibbling chunks off standing in front of the fridge). there's a version of it with cranberries in, which is popular as fuck around christmas.

next up, try caerphilly cheese. another milder cheese. less creamy than wensleydale but still very good! as a treat i buy a little bit now and then and eat it straight out the wrapper.

(and finally, i'm going to cheat and recommend people try monty bojangle's choccy scoffy truffles. they're considered to be a dark chocolate over here and they are VERY good.)

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[cloudcountry]

was searching through my ton of bullshit and found this

WHY DID I KEEP THIS ???? MOZART???!?

WHATT EVEN IS THAT??? IT LOOKS LIEK A CHOCOLATE TRUFFLE WRAPPER????????

melice i cant even judge you i am literally sitting next to a van gogh sunflower poster. and i have a van gogh shirt. dazai is in my bookcase and i have a van gogh necklace. i have a newton's cradle and a shit ton of shakespeare. i have shakespeare tote bags for fucks sake. mozart is okay LMAO