#tang juice drink

[m3tr0n0m333]

I think if Tails ever drinks alcohol when he's older, he'd drink the ones that taste like juice and that ONLY !!!

Also as much as I love Shadow holding traits that contrast to his appearence, he would drink alcohol normally. My guy eats straight up COFFEE BEANS he'd like the strong/bitter taste of alcohol I'd think.

[cerealkiller740]

1966 Tang advertising

[mourning-again-in-america]

Pisses me off a bit whenever I see one of mattyg's "look at how good the aggregate economic statistics are given the 'bad economy' narrative" when my day to day life is noticing when carrots go up by 20 cents a pound or celery by 50 cents a pound or 60 cents a pound for cojack cheese

[batvaughn]

got sum tang

[louis-damien]

orange juice cure my brain

[lumiilys]

rip ed teach you would have loved multifruit juice

[duranduratulsa]

Beverage ☕ 🧃 🍵 🍷 🍶 of the day: Tang #food #foodporn #drinks #juice #tang

[cloudtransprncy]

Birthday Girl

Sakura Miyawaki x Male Reader | 4k words Tags: smut, pwp, closet sex, rough, dirty talk, public but private, spit play, facefucking, cock drunk, desperate, light daddy kink, birthday sex

Sakura’s birthday. A packed apartment. Her hands on you all night. The Closet. Lips crash. Yeah, you saw this coming.

AN: She posted this literally few hours ago, had to do it. Shes so hot. Also, not proofread so gg.

Sakura’s back thuds against the closet wall, coats rustling behind your head as you lift her up. Her breath stutters, legs locking around your waist, arms clutching your shoulders, nails digging in like she needs something to keep her grounded—like if she lets go, she might just float away.

Her yoga pants? Barely hanging off one of her legs, abandoned mid-chaos. Her panties? Pushed aside, not even a real obstacle. Your hands grip her thighs tight as you fuck into her, deep and relentless. Her top is slipping lower with every thrust, exposing more of her shoulder, her collarbone, skin begging to be bitten. And you’d do it too—if you weren’t so obsessed with the way she’s coming undone right now.

The coats behind her sway with every motion, hangers rattling above your heads like they’re judging you. Not that either of you care. She’s too far gone, and you? You’re right there with her.

Her hair’s a mess, wavy strands sticking to her damp forehead, fingers tangled in your shirt as she clings to you. Her breath is hot, coming in short, desperate bursts, moans barely muffled by your hand covering her mouth.

“Shh,” you murmur, voice slow, thick with amusement. “You don’t wanna be too loud, baby. Or do you?”

She whimpers, eyes glassy, head tilting back against the wall as she nods frantically.

You chuckle, lips ghosting over her cheek. “Of course you do.”

Your fingers trail up the back of her thigh, squeezing hard. “You act all sweet, but I know better. You love this shit.”

Her hips buck against you, fingers twisting in your shirt, her voice breaking against your palm.

Yeah. That’s what you thought.

Sakura’s birthday party was always gonna lead to this—you just didn’t know when she’d make her move.

It started in the middle of the party—packed apartment, music blasting from a half-broken speaker, bodies pressed together. The room carried the scent mix of sweat, overpriced cologne, and the sharp tang of jungle juice that had no business tasting that good. People were draped over furniture, laughing too loud, shouting over the music, spilling drinks like it was a sport. A night where everything was a little too much, but nobody cared.

And then there was her. Sakura wasn’t just another body in the crowd—she was the center of it.

Soft pink top slipping off her shoulder like an invitation, flared yoga pants hugging her just right, bangs framing her face like she walked straight out of a dream. Every time she moved, heads turned, but her attention? Locked on you. She knew exactly what she was doing, every glance, every smirk, every shift of her hips designed to pull you in, to remind you—she wasn’t just anyone. She was yours.

The tension had been bubbling under the surface all night, and she was stoking the fire.

She was all over you—brushing past you in the kitchen like she didn’t have a whole ass apartment to move in, fingers trailing over your chest when she laughed, leaning in to whisper absolute nonsense in your ear just to see you twitch.

At one point, she dropped onto your lap—casual, she was your girlfriend, she did this all the time. But the way her ass shifted against you? The way she pressed against that spot. Not casual at all.

Your hand slid up her thigh, slow, teasing, just enough to feel how warm she was, the buttery smooth fabric of her yoga pants gliding under your fingertips, just enough for her breath to hitch. And when she turned to look at you, eyes dark, lips parted, you knew exactly where this was going.

She didn’t even have to say anything. Just curled her fingers around your wrist, yanked you up from the couch, and pulled you through the sea of bodies like she was leading you somewhere important.

“Ten minutes. No one will notice.”

She barely got the closet door shut before she was on you, kissing you like she needed it, like she’d been thinking about it all damn night. And maybe she had.

Maybe you had too.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when she breaks the kiss.

Her top keeps slipping lower, the fabric barely clinging to her shoulder, exposing smooth skin, the curve of her collarbone. You don’t hesitate this time—you lean in, teeth grazing her skin before biting down just enough to make her gasp. She tenses, then melts, fingers twisting tighter into your shirt as you press her harder against the wall, groaning as you roll your hips into her.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, huh?” Your voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. “Sitting on my lap like that.”

She gasps, arching into you, hands tugging at your shirt, trying to pull you closer like there’s even space left between you.

“Oh my god, shut up—just fuck me.”

You chuckle, biting lightly at her jaw, dragging your teeth over her skin just because you can. "So bossy," you murmur, dragging your teeth over her before smirking. "I'll let it slide since it's your birthday."

Her yoga pants made it too easy—too smooth, too soft, gliding under your fingers before she kicks them off the one leg they’re still clinging to. Your eyes flick down just in time to watch her smooth, bald pussy stretch around you, glistening, tight, her arousal slicking your cock with every thrust. A wet strand drips down, sliding over your length, smearing against the base where you're buried deep inside her. Her lace panties slowly slide back into place, only to be stopped by your cock in the way, the fabric bunched against her swollen clit.

The air in the closet is thick—humid with heat, the scent of sweat, her perfume, the musky, intoxicating smell of sex. It clings to both of you, mixing with the sharp, clean bite of your cologne, the space so cramped you can feel every shaky breath she exhales against your neck.

Your hands slide to her hips, gripping, holding her in place, dragging her against you, the obscene squelch of her wetness making you groan. Each motion earns another breathless whimper from her lips, her body clenching tighter, greedier.

Her fingers twist in your hair, nails scratching against your scalp as her back arches, head tilting, mouth falling open. She’s wrecked, delirious, drowning in it. You know the moment you hit just the right spot—her entire body tenses, thighs trembling as she melts, a shaky exhale escaping as she chokes out a moan, her slick dripping down even more.

She’s falling apart, breathing heavy, voice all high and needy. “Oh my god—yes, yes, yes—”

You pull back just enough to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at you. "Open your mouth." The command is lazy, effortless, like you already know she’ll do it.

Her lashes flutter, gaze locked on yours as her lips part, tongue sliding out just enough—soft, pink, waiting. Her breath is shaky, pupils blown wide, cheeks already flushed. She looks so damn pretty like this.

You spit, slow and deliberate, watching the way it lands on her tongue, glistening under the dim lights spilling into the closet. She swallows without hesitation, a quiet, satisfied hum vibrating in her throat, her thighs clenching tighter around you like the act just turned her on even more.

"Good girl," you murmur, thumb dragging down her chin, smearing the wetness before you push back into her, rougher this time. Deeper. Your grip tightens on her hips, keeping her right where you want her, holding her still as you drive into her.

She whimpers, her nails biting into your shoulders, her whole-body trembling. She’s so wrecked, teetering on the edge, but she doesn’t want you to stop. Not really. Still, her hand taps against your shoulder, a quick signal, not to make you stop—just to give her a second to catch her breath.

And then she’s moving, pulling herself off you, breathless and desperate. She drops to her knees, looking up at you through messy lashes, eyes dark and eager.

"Fuck my face. Use my mouth. I wanna choke on that fat cock"

Your cock twitches at the words, and you don’t hesitate—grabbing the back of her head, tilting her face up so she’s looking at you. Her lips part instinctively, tongue slipping out in anticipation, and the sight alone nearly makes you groan.

She’s on her knees, perched on her ankles, fingers wrapping around the base of your cock, stroking slow, teasing, watching the way it twitches in her grip. She leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, tongue flicking out to catch the drops of precum pooling at the tip.

She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark, lips parted as she lets a string of spit fall from her mouth, slicking you up before wrapping her fingers around you again, stroking with deliberate, lazy precision.

"Stretch my lips, daddy," she breathes, guiding you to her mouth. Her breath is hot, her lips plush, brushing against the tip before she takes you in, inch by inch, her tongue dragging along the underside, wet and insistent.

The second you push deeper, you feel the tight squeeze of her throat, her soft tongue flattening along the underside of your shaft, dragging over the sensitive ridge as she swallows around you. Her eyes flutter, lashes trembling, but she doesn’t look away, doesn’t break contact even as her throat tightens. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuckin’ take it.”

Her fingers wrap tighter around the base, stroking in time with her movements, keeping you slick and soaked in her spit. When she pulls back, a wet gasp leaves her lips, a thick strand of saliva connecting her mouth to the tip before she spits on it again, her fingers smearing the mess over your length.

She moans before taking you back in, lips stretching wider, her tongue teasing the slit before she pushes forward, faster, needier, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. Her nails dig into your thighs for balance, her body shuddering as she gags, choking just enough for her throat to constrict tight around you. Drool pools at the corners of her lips, spilling down her chin, dripping onto her bare chest, messy and shameless as she takes you even deeper.

“Look at you,” you murmur, running a hand down the side of her face, thumb caressing her cheek as she hollows her cheeks around you. “Messy fucking girl. You love this, don’t you?”

She moans around you, a garbled sound vibrating against your cock, making your stomach tighten. You press her down further, forcing her to take more, feeling the spasms in her throat as she gags again, spit trailing down her chin.

Then, with a sharp pull, you yank her off you, her lips slick and swollen, a wet gasp tearing from her mouth as her tongue hangs out, glossy with drool. Her breath is ragged, eyes glazed over, a dazed, cock-drunk expression written all over her pretty face.

You don’t let her recover. You guide her back down, pushing your cock past her parted lips again, stretching them wide as she takes you deeper, hitting the back of her throat in one smooth motion. A choked gag vibrates against you, making your toes curl.

You do it again.

Off. A sharp inhale.

On. A desperate moan, her throat tightens around you.

Off. Her drool spills down her chin, thick and messy, strings of it connecting her lips to your tip.

On. Her throat spasms, her fingers digging into your thighs, her whole body trembling as she lets you use her.

"Fuck," you growl, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look up at you. "You’re so fucking hot, letting me use your pretty mouth like this."

She giggles, the sound breathy, wrecked, utterly cock drunk. A whimper follows, needy, desperate, like she wants more.

Outside, the party rages on—voices, laughter, music pounding through the walls. If someone walked into her room right now, would they hear what’s happening in the closet? Would they pause, listening to the muffled sounds of wet, filthy pleasure, debating whether to check? If they did, if they opened the door—they’d find her like this. On her knees, wrecked, taking everything you give her without hesitation.

Music pounds through the walls, bass rattling the closet door, but it’s almost drowned out by the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working you over.

Almost.

Then, just when she’s gasping around you, you yank her back up, flipping the dynamic instantly. You drop onto the floor, back against the wall, legs spread.

"Come ride it, birthday girl."

She wastes no time, swinging a leg over you, holding her top up with one hand while the other reaches between you, fingers wrapping around your slick length, angling you towards her entrance. She drags the head of your cock along her soaked folds, teasing herself before finally sinking down with a desperate moan, stretching around you inch by inch. Her breath hitches, her walls pulsing, clenching down like she never wants to let go.

"You always stretch me so good, daddy," she whimpers, her voice wrecked, shaking as she takes you deeper.

The slick sound of her taking you in fills the cramped space, loud, obscene, making your head fall back against the wall as you groan, feeling just how tight and soaked she is, how she struggles to adjust to every inch of you.

She exhales a shaky breath, biting her lip as she starts to move—slow at first, rolling her hips in deliberate circles, teasing. She wants to show off, to make you feel just how good she can be, but she’s already too far gone.

You let her have it for a second, watching her through heavy lids as she lifts her hips, sinking down again, taking every inch. The way she bites her lip, how her eyes flutter as she feels it all, the heat of her wrapped around you—it’s so fucking good.

"Look at you," you murmur, voice thick with amusement, hands lazily gripping her waist. "Tryna show off. You wanted this so bad, huh?"

"Yes—fuck—I need it, I need it." Her voice is a whimper, desperate, as her movements stutter for a second, her body betraying her.

You smirk, fingers pressing into her skin, steadying her. "Then take it, baby. Show me."

She gasps as you guide her down, forcing her to take you deeper, her thighs trembling as she grinds against you. Every drop down is louder, wetter, her arousal dripping between your thighs, making a mess of both of you. The stretch has her eyes rolling back, mouth falling open as she tries to keep up, but she’s spiraling fast.

You watch her fall apart, reveling in it. She’s not showing off anymore—her thighs are shaking, her rhythm faltering, every motion a struggle between holding on and giving in.

She tries to keep moving, but she’s too far gone. Her moans turn breathless, higher, edged with desperation.

Your hands glide over her waist, caressing the smooth curve of her abdomen, fingers pressing into the tightness of her frame. The pink ruffle top she’s still wearing hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating every dip and curve, the soft fabric molding to her body. She’s small, stretched impossibly around you, and she knows exactly how hot that is. Her back arches, one hand lifting to gather her hair, exposing the elegant line of her neck, the full length of her body—long, taut, trembling under your touch.

You groan, watching the way she takes you, how her pussy struggles to accommodate you, her wetness coating your length with every slow, agonizing drop down. She’s shaking, her rhythm faltering, moans getting breathier, higher, edged with desperation.

You grab her hips, slamming her down, forcing her to take it all. She gasps, body jolting as you fill her completely, her walls clenching down in shock, in pleasure, in everything all at once. The impact sends a fresh wave of wetness spilling between you, dripping down your length, making an obscene mess where your bodies meet.

Your hand moves up—palm flat against her stomach, pressing down, feeling yourself buried deep inside her. "Feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am?"

She whimpers, fingers clawing at your chest, gripping your wrists, needing something to hold onto as you thrust up into her, making her take more.

Her head tilts back, but you don’t let her escape. You wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter open, forcing her to look at you. "Nah, baby. Don’t run from it. Take every inch."

She’s crying out, losing control, her body shaking as pleasure overtakes her. She’s getting close—you can feel it, the way her walls pulse around you, the way her breath catches, the way she’s barely hanging on. Just as she’s fully giving in, just as she’s about to break—there’s a knock. On the closet door? No, on the door to her bedroom.

“Yo, Sakura? You in there?”

She freezes, eyes wide, panic flickering across her face. The voice is familiar—it’s Chaewon, one of her girlies.

Your hand flies to her mouth, smothering the whimper that nearly escapes, feeling the way her entire body trembles against you. You both hold your breath, locked in place, but inside, you can feel how she grips you tighter, clenching like the sudden risk is turning her on even more.

Footsteps shuffle across her bedroom, the faint rustle of fabric as Chaewon rifles through her things. Her jacket. Right—Sakura had let all her girlies drop their stuff on her bed earlier. That’s what she’s here for. She’s just grabbing something.

Sakura, reckless and insatiable, starts moving again. Slow at first, rolling her hips against you, both of you biting your lips to keep quiet. The thrill of getting caught makes everything sharper—the squeeze of her walls, the way her nails press harder into your skin, the heat of her breath against your palm.

You slip two fingers between her lips, pressing them past her tongue. Without hesitation, she takes them in, sucking greedily, her eyes flickering up to yours, dazed and completely wrecked. Her tongue swirls around them, hot and slick, coating them in spit as she moans softly around the intrusion, hips never stopping, never slowing. Her mouth is a perfect mess, drool slipping down her chin, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you, waiting, eager for more.

You lean in, lips brushing her ear, voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, you love this. Getting fucked while someone’s right outside."

She nods, desperate, shameless.

The door creaks as Chaewon steps out, closing it behind her.

The second she’s gone, you drop your hand from Sakura’s mouth and grab her hips, grinding her down onto you, slow and punishing, making her take it. She’s already there, teetering on the edge, her whole body trembling, thighs locked tight around you, her nails raking down your chest.

She tries to be quiet, but she’s shaking too hard, her breath coming in desperate little gasps as her pussy clamps down around you, gripping, pulsing, milking every inch.

"Please—fuck, please, let me cum—let me feel you—" her voice is barely there, shaking, breaking, whimpering between ragged breaths.

You murmur against her lips, teasing. "You need it that bad, baby?"

"Yes—yes, please, I c-can’t—" she stutters, her nails scraping down your chest, gripping onto you like she’ll fall apart if you stop. "I need it, need you to fill me up—please, daddy—please—wanna cum with you—"

Her voice is wrecked, moaning through the words, pleading, trembling in your hold. And fuck, you’re close too—you can feel it, your body tensing, the tight heat of her pulling you in, the way she’s clenching, desperate for it.

"Yeah? You wanna cum with me?" your voice is thick, strained, your grip tightening on her hips as you slam her down one more time. "Then take it, baby. Fucking take it—"

The moment snaps—her body stiffens, then unravels completely, her orgasm slamming into her all at once. Her thighs clamp around you, her walls fluttering in desperate pulses, squeezing, milking you for everything, her body demanding you spill inside her.

And you do. A deep groan rumbles from your chest as you push as far as you can go, holding her flush against you, buried deep, stretching her to the limit. She clenches around you, pulsing, gripping, her walls fluttering in erratic waves, milking every last drop from you. The heat of her, the wet, slick slide of it, has you seeing white, body locking up as pleasure rips through you.

Your fingers dig into her waist, holding her still as you spill inside her, your jaw clenched tight as your release crashes into you, sharp and overwhelming. Her name tumbles from your lips, breathless, lost in the haze of sensation.

She doesn’t stop moving, her hips rolling in slow, messy circles, dragging out every aftershock, refusing to let the moment end. Her breath stutters, caught between a whimper and a moan, her entire body shuddering in your arms. She’s wrecked, trembling, eyes heavy-lidded as she takes it all, lets it sink in, lets herself stay full.

You don’t let go. Not yet. You keep her there, pressing her down onto you, making sure she feels every throb, every last drop settling inside her. She clings to you, nails skimming over your skin, her breath coming in soft, uneven sighs as you both stay wrapped up in the mess you made of each other.

She sighs, stretching her body, still straddling you, then giggles, shaking her head.

"You look fucked out," she teases, voice hoarse.

You exhale a deep breath, still gripping her waist. "I am."

She kisses you lazily, smirking against your lips before leaning down to whisper, "We should get back before someone actually finds us."

"You’re a fucking bitch."

"Yours" She hums, smug, tilting her head as she drags her fingers down your chest, slow and lazy.

Then, she leans in again, licking up the side of your neck, her tongue hot against your skin, before she catches your lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

It’s unhurried, indulgent—nothing like the raw, desperate way she had been moaning for you just minutes ago. She kisses you like she owns you, like she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger no matter how hard you fuck her. And the worst part? She’s right.

You groan into her mouth, your hands gripping her hips one last time, keeping her close even as she pulls back just enough to smirk against your lips. "Let’s go, lover boy. I’m not done making you obsessed with me tonight."

Your girlfriend is a freak, and you love it.

[gladiatorcunt]

- # LEMON SUGAR !

flew like a moth to you (sunlight)

cw: weird pet play, reader has a vagina, large age gap (reader early 20’s & logan is…. not), HEAVY PISS KINK, dirty yucky icky gross vibes, xmen 2 coded logan, dad (father figure) bf talk and behaviors (old man, kiddo, dad, essentially lifestyle dom-ing you) anal plug mention, praise kink but one usage of ‘bitch’ and ‘toilet’, reference to a canon scene with jean but in this au she was just clowning on him as a friend, scogan crumbs, mentally ill & unhinged!reader, self objectification/dehumanization (?), reader: “i wish a/b/o was real :(”, pt.2 to . bc the dynamic might be confusing, implied unaware mutant!reader

do not copy, translate, or feed this work to ai

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Logan doesn’t slap his tip against your cheek more than a quick initial love tap (if a tight awkward handshake from a man decades older than you was a sexual act) but he loves to force your head against his crotch and really massage it into your skin. His other hand holds his dick like he’s aiming to piss, a slight scowl twisting his lips because he’s trying to concentrate. His cigar hangs out of his mouth and his bulky hips swivel as he grinds his precum into your face, cheeks, around your eyes, lips, check check check.

He doesn’t even necessarily want you to suck him off that bad and he’s not even trying to cum. orgasming is a slower pursuit for him these days anyway. He just wants to dirty his puppy up a little, enrichment and whatever the fuck. Maybe you can make a game of trying to catch the salty droplets on your tongue, see if you can spot them when they’re about to gush out and trickle down.

An activity can both be a perverted parlor trick and a form of indulgent self care that trivial things like ice rollers or under eye patches couldn’t replace.

“There we go, atta puppy.” Logan chuckles and ruffles your hair when you manage to lick away a bead of precum before it can drip down out of your reach.

“Daddy, don’t tease. ‘m trying to focus, that’s rude.” You give him a good shake, smiling wildly.

You’re already drunk and loopy just huffing the pure musk emanating from his uncut cock. You hum as the salty tang of his juices taint your tastebuds, luxuriating in the aftertaste like you were chowing down on a dainty macarron. He doesn’t really believe in eating or drinking anything special to make his crotch and the things it produces taste better. You couldn’t be more happy about that, the whiskey sour twang riding on the flavor notes were much more preferable than some biblical concoction of milk and honey. If only it was more acidic, that way it could burn a hole through your tongue and your cervix. Marking you so thoroughly from the deepest parts of your soul, you’d always be empty and every pang of pain would call for the man that caused it to soothe your burns with his saliva.

Intimacy with Logan feels like you’re reconnecting in whatever version of the garden of Eden can exist on Earth. Why can’t it be here? With you on your knees so close to barking into the skin of your old man’s cock, a fancy cushion settled under you with little golden tassels hanging off the corners. You are always so willing to be the best you can be for him, but he’ll never allow your service to come at the price of individual pain. Your eyes flutter and you take one of your many breaks to plunge your nostrils into his thick bush.

Wooden and spicy, your favorite perfume that is undeniably raunchy yet sensuous and romantic. Natural. You never thought you could be so in love with how a man’s pubes smell, but you can’t say that you thought that any part of this would have become your life’s purpose in more ways than not. Logan chuckles and pats your cheek, enamored with how clearly you seem to be enjoying suffocating yourself in his groin. He sharply inhales through his nose when you move up to trail your tongue along his happy trail, lapping at the thinner hairs because you adore each one just as much as every part of him.

“Bet you wish you could live off my dick, don’t ya, bunny?”

Of course you nod and moan as you let yourself be pulled back to where you’re supposed to be, the mothership calls you home and you answer happily with your phantom tail wagging all the way.

You pant, digging your nose bridge into the crease where his hip bleeds into his inner thigh, “Mmfh- hah… tastes good, Daddy. I could die here…”

You wanted to cut your voice break of ‘Daddy’ short, but you haven’t arrived at that particular station in your subconscious to shed your skin entirely. You’re having trouble forming a coherent line of thought and finishing your sentences now, but you feel sheepish about how easily he can box you into going nonverbal, so you clamor to stay afloat.

You forget that Logan knows your game by now, every step and caveat and every miniscule and complicated rule. It’s cute how you’re still ashamed of letting your dear old dad see you in all of your bunny-puppy-deer-kitty pet glory, when he clocked that shit the minute your shaky eyes fixated on his truck’s glove box rather than make a second of eye contact with him. You’re fucked up, there’s something fractured deeper in you that you keep under a diary shaped lock and key, but all these jagged edges have bows teetering on their precipices.

You’ve let him put them there, with a fond eyeroll and heaps of head pats. Thank your lucky stars that there’s something fucked up with his psyche too, buried under all his other baggage, because that first ride home with you didn’t end in tears and your nipples caught in his canines. You got to be a bunny settling down in their deserved cozy den instead of a rabbit relying on their prey instincts to throw the predator chasing them off their twitching fuzzy cotton tail.

You don’t get to hide and shrink in yourself. Not when the curled up needy angel hidden under the layers of you makes his jaw ache so ferociously that it’s borderline bestial.

Baby, you’ve gotta know that if he could, he’d pick you up with his teeth by your scruff so your feet would never have to touch the ground and grow ripe with callouses.

He takes a puff from his cigar and shakes the excess ash over your shoulder, out of your view because he also knows that you’d try to swallow the unhealthy specks down too. It’s a constant thing on his mind, the never ending job of pulling your leash enough to wean you off of engulfing whatever weird shit into your mouth you can see out of the corner of your eye. And if it comes from him or was in contact with him? Hell, the stuff might as well be damn catnip to you.

He thinks he feels the same way about you, that’s what he gets for being stupid enough to have an inch of his heart unguarded. You found a way and wormed your way through his arteries, and now he’d rather go sober cold turkey than let you squirm away. Which is what you try to do by pulling back and settling soft hands on his hairy and beefy thighs.

He’s got you hook, line, and sinker when he clasps a burly hand around the base of his thick cock in the poor imitation of a knot. He even squeezes in short pulses, bringing to mind what it would look like swelling up and pumping you full of potent cum. Breeding you with all the love of a man who wants more of you in the world because that might make him believe in it again. He wags his length in his hand to you, wordlessly offering you your favorite snack because you’ve been so very good for your old man.

“Come on, hun, want your treat? I know my puppy wants this big dick in their cute fuckin’ mouth.” He grumbles, stubbing his cigar out on his arms without even flinching or gritting his teeth and tossing it on the floor.

The burn’s already healed by the time you’ve gotten yourself and obediently let your tongue hang out of your mouth. He grunts, pleased, and dabs his sticky tip on the center of your tongue. It gives you the taste you crave while simultaneously depriving you of having your mouth filled like you desperately need to be able to get through the day.

You whine, Logan’s lips split on a wry smile but he doesn’t laugh this time. Nah, he’s too busy feeding his throbbing cock into your mouth, cutting off your whining and reducing a thunderous sound to a muffled crack of lightning.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go, kiddo, relax.” He says a few inches in, because your gag reflex is already tickling the back of your throat.

You breathe through your nose and distract yourself by playing with the hairs on his legs, drawing little hearts and stars as you take more of his length. Tears well up in your pitiful eyes but you brave through it. They eventually bubble over as your lips are forced to stretch, but Logan’s rough thumb dutifully wipes them away just like how you’d attentively cleaned his tip.

His head falls back with a slight crack and his sweaty pecs heave, “Drank a whole lot for you today, ‘m all nice and backed up just waitin’ for a pretty lil’ thing to relieve myself with.”

Suddenly you’re a bunny hopping off on a mission, no god could pull you off of Logan’s musky cock as you swallow around him. You don’t really feel like bobbing your head and humming today, you’re tuckered out from how late he kept you up late last night. He’s not going to just fuck your mouth without being asked, as much as he cares about you, you’re impossibly cute when you’re forced to do the tiniest bit of work.

If your mouth wasn’t so stuffed full of dick you’d pout, and the raised eyebrow Logan gives you means he knows that. You’re a good pet though, so you work yourself off of his length, take a deep breath, and immediately slide back down to the hilt. His full balls press against your chin and you rub the heavy sacks with both hands.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan groans, his fingernails dig into your scalp like he’s the one that needs to stay grounded. “Your gonna make your old man jizz his pants too quick if you keep fuckin’ playin’ with my balls like that.”

You don’t mind that at all, but there's still something else you’re after. You didn’t think much of how many bottles of water and glasses of alcohol he had thrown back today, maybe it was some sort of mutant thing that you just didn’t understand. Super dehydration or whatever, but the fact that he had been preparing a little surprise for his piss thirsty puppy made you want to give him your bloody heart right out of your chest.

His moans and growled promises of rewards and declarations of the rawest form of love a person could feel fade into the background. You hollow your cheeks and go for gold, wet ‘schlop!’-ing sounds bounce off the walls as you fuck your throat with his girthy cock. Not the longest in the world, another one of your blessings (you’ve heard mutterings about mission showers and some guy that shoots lasers out of his eyes taking that prize), but the way it fills up the space in your mouth to the point it could burst gives your clit tachycardia.

“Yeah, fuck, are you ready to drink up, bitch? ‘m gonna use you like a toilet, gonna cum too- god fuckin’ damn-”

You give his balls a solid squeeze as the golden shower pours down your throat and past the seam of your lips to the floor. You don’t stop your ministrations, you actually speed up your pace and bring your wrists into it. Your hands bumping against his imitation knot-hand as you move them in circles, jacking him off while your plush lips glide up and down his cock.

You’re rubbing your pussy against the cushion, it has corduroy buttons that send a tingle down your spine when they catch your clit. The emerald green fabric drags and moves as you hump it while you put your all into making your dad-boyfriend-everything cum. You’re outright bouncing his heavy balls in your hands now, they’re so full you know that one load isn’t going to be nearly enough. So you tell yourself to lock in and hum, sending vibrations down his dick.

Determined puppies get extra treats, and you’ve never gone without them. So you push yourself to make eye contact, flicking your eyes up to stare at Logan as you ruin your own throat via his dick like it was nothing more than your toy. You think it’s the sheer and essentially licentious mannerisms and the glaringly obvious truth that there are men who are not immune to watching a pretty pet posturize themselves on an altar of their own making just to paw at their owner’s legs.

“My baby bunny, too damn sweet to me, yessssss-” His mouth wrenches up almost in pain as he clings to the back of your head and pounds your throat on his own for the next minute.

“Drink it all up, let me feel you swallow it down f’r me.”

You purposefully yank yourself off of his mid stream and duck down to bob his balls on your tongue, lathering them in that pungent scent. You rotate your wrist around his tip, coaxing him to empty everything he has in him and give it all to you. Your hand becomes just as scent marked as his balls and the divots in your collarbone where drops of his piss and cum are forming tiny pools.

He groans at the sight, “Doing so fuckin’ well, collectin’ Daddy’s juices and hoardin’ ‘em all for yourself.”

Your mouth envelops his twitch dick once more, most of what Logan keeps cooped up for you belongs in your growling tummy.

“You better not hiss at me when I have to wash your mouth out later, baby.”

Thus, your perfect record remains intact, you beam around his still hard dick as you float in a starless sea of white and yellow. A coat rack for cock fulfilling its duties.

His piss isn’t too orange-y, you’re glad you don’t have to nag him about cutting back on the booze this time.

Sadly there’s no blood sticking to your scalp from his nails, but you embrace the sting their indents leave behind. They’re almost as breathtaking as the plug buried in your ass, Dad always likes to keep your holes stretched out and ready.

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“Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don’t bring him home. They marry the good guy.”

With you, he was that good guy. Whatever it meant to be one after all these years and invisible scars. It’s indescribable, how much meaning you can find in having to gain the strength to take care of someone else completely. Be their Atlas and shoulder the world so they can waltz around you, their wings spread wide. He’s glad, deep down, that your wings don’t extend past the small house he’s stuffed you in.

Logan Howlett deserves a nice thing or two every once in a while, and he already got a bottle of scotch from Scott. Fucker thinks he’s so clever. You’d do just fine being the second nice thing. A shame that the nicest thing you probably have is that slick stained cushion, he’s not anybody to write home about. But you seem to have stitched your sides together when he wasn’t looking, sewn your identity into his until you had emotionally fused into one being.

It happened way too fast and when he thought he wasn’t meant for loving a little pup like you, but he’s tired of being some old grump about it. You’d probably snap and try to beat him to a pulp with the bats he keeps in the closet (for you to use in emergencies since you don’t leave), and he’d have to hunt you down through the

Anything else other than you meant about as much to him as a pile of cigarette butts.

And some time later when the dam bursts for the first time and you’re trying not to fall off that cliff, sisyphus-esque struggling through recurring hoarse sobs because Logan is uncomfortably stroking your back gently as if you were a person and not a corpse, you’ll start to feel the molten hot gold seeping in and filling the cracks.

Maybe one day you can tell him about the v-shaped scars on your back, the ones that look like they were created when something was ripped away from you. They’re slanted craters, almost, hard material resembling bone jutting out from your back. Hooks lacking their ornaments.

Hell snatch up your old fashioned grocery list (written with an almost completely dried out ink pen from the bank on a flimsy college ruled sheet of paper) and make a quick run while you heal more than just your body, submerged in another acid trip of a dream.

You wanted to make a lemon cake before the summer ended, it’s always been your favorite.

[finniestoncrane]

Big Iron

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 650 lmao no one is allowed to yell at me for the pun in the title (get it... cos blood tastes like iron??? PHEW) ANYWAY cooper howard eats people and enjoys the taste of blood so uh... eating someone out when they're on their period? winner winner delicious fuckin dinner for him, plus a healthy dose of romantic cannibalism🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of cannibalism, period sex, oral sex, drinking/tasting blood, blood play

Your fingers scratched at the thin mattress below you, catching on a spring that burst through the frayed fabric. Something to claw on to, to cling to, as your orgasm rolled over you, pulling back like the waves before a tsunami.

Sensing the imminent climax, Cooper cruelly pulled his head back from you, catching your eye as you looked down to see why he had stopped. With a wink, he dropped his tongue out past his chapped lips and ran it around his mouth. Wagging the long, pink muscle out, you could see the blood collected on it, smears of it still on his face.

"Why... why'd you stop?"

Panting. Pathetic. You were desperate for him to continue, to place his face flat against you, clit hooded by the cavity where his nose had been, tongue hungrily lapping at you. Even as you asked him, you could hear the whine in your voice. And his answer only made you tense up further.

"Because, darlin'... I like to savour my meals."

Why you had expected anything less was a mystery. Every month, right on schedule, your period arrived and Cooper went hysterical. Frenzied, like an animal in heat, as though he could smell the changes in your body. Blood lust driving him. He would claw at you any minute you were alone, tearing your clothes off to taste you, like he did now.

His fingers teased along your red, swollen lips, venturing into your cunt as you clenched around him, grateful for more of his touch. But it was over in a moment, as he withdrew his digits and held them out in front of him, admiring the way your blood, thick, dark and red, dripped slowly down them.

Placing them in his mouth, he sucked your juices off with a soft moan, eyelids closed to offer some sensory deprivation. All he wanted to experience was your taste. The metallic tang that coated his tastebuds, the smell of violence that filled the air.

Lowering his body, his knees scraping along the ground as he slid backwards through the dust on the ground, he rested his cheek against your leg before he began placing kisses on it. They trailed from the front, around to your inner thigh. Delicate, gentle, loving almost, before they turned to sharp bites. His yellowed teeth sinking into you with grunts and groans, either from arousal or from the sheer amount of concentration it took him to remember not to hurt you. Not too much anyway.

Between each nibble, each puncture of the top layer of skin with his surprisingly sharp teeth, he mumbled to you, low, rasping words that made you shudder, heating your cheeks and flushing your body.

“Why… I could just devour you whole… Make you a meal I’d never forget…”

Your lips curled into a smile at the thought. Cooper’s possessive nature only ever served to make you lust after him more. It consumed you, and you’d be content for him to consume you.

“Eat of your flesh… drink of your blood, that old chestnut…”

There was a soft scuffing sound which you identified as Cooper’s hips, grinding into the ground, desperate for the friction against his stiff cock as his tongue flitted back up your lips and pressed into your aching cunt one more. And still, he took breaks to speak to you between breathy, lustful moans.

“You taste… you taste as sweet as I remember honey being… you got the bite of a sour cherry… tender like the steaks they offered me at contract meetings… juicy… dripping… fresh kill…”

Your hand fell to the back of his head, keeping him buried between your legs, not quite strong enough to prevent him from stopping for just a few more words.

“I’m gonna eat you alive, darlin’…”

[glassrowboat]

*tip toes into inbox* i’d really love for you to write a fic where mydei accidentally hurts reader during sex. i really enjoy all your mydei fics and i think you would do that subject justice because i know you’d write him gentle and approach the plot in a way that would hit the spot if you know what i mean? i think you’d do a good job of balancing his personality but also showing how he cares for reader. okay i’m totally rambling i’m so sorry and i hope this was okay to send ><

In Sweetness We Slumber. Mydei.

Bitter, but sweet, with the slightest tang.

If someone were to ask, those were the exact words you would use to describe the ex Crown Prince of Kremnos. It was a simple description and to the point, but it filled the deepest gaps he bore with the light of knowledge to shine something new on him: a whole new perspective, perhaps even more.

Bitter, for the brusque tone he took to in the heat of battle.

Sweet, for tender moments you've caught him indulging Lady Tribios in their antics.

And a tang for the moments he deems fit to engage in foolhardy challenges or teasing at the behest of his rival.

And yet when you say those words it's to describe the taste of him on your tongue as Mydei pushes your back flush against the wall you had been leaning against only moments prior, drops of juice still lingering on his tongue - They seemed to cling to it - A part of you wanted to do the same as he pulled away, allowing you to catch his lips twitching up into a smirk as he draws in a single breath, chest rising and falling just as quickly as yours before he was diving back in for another drink.

You the goblet he was drinking from.

Molten gold would be less pliant under his touch, known for being malleable, and yet you were falling apart with another kind of heat the flames that coaxed them into puddles of precious liquid metal could never know. One unfamiliar to embers in an ash covered forge or scorched battle torn lands as a single weapon, gleaming with its impossible shine, raised. This wasn't a burning fury aimlessly hoping to be quenched, but a desire only he could soothe with every pet along your inner walls.

Ice couldn't compare to callouses built from years of holding a weapon grazing your sides, keeping the barrier that is your dress out of your way with it hitched over your waist to keep it from getting in Mydei's way of watching how you took his fingers; creases and moans were left in his wake.

It was almost too much, feeling Mydei so close without the barrier of the armor he usually had strapped to his arms and legs, keeping you two apart. There was just you, him, and scraps of fabric you were cursing as they kept you from feeling him skin to skin, for you wanted nothing in between you both beside a heart worn on your sleeve.

Another whine was drawn out of you.

“Do you- do you think we should take this to the bed?” You whispered against his lips, just barely able to get the words out before he was chasing after you for another kiss.

Only to stop abruptly.

His attempt at teasing your bottom lip between his teeth was completely forgotten as Mydei stared down at you, brows furrowed. Not a word was said as he took your flustered state in, cheeks still burning with a tempered flame, rushed pants breathed out against his cheek as you tried to collect even a modicum of decency when he was still two knuckles deep inside of you- and when you finally did all you could see was the slight hesitancy brewing in his eyes.

The after taste of the juice you had both been sipping on before hit you: a tart bitterness you wanted to wash away with his cum.

Throws of passion weren't new to you two, having been taken apart and brought to heavenly bliss on his tongue, fingers, and on his thigh after Mydei had dug his fingers into your hips to drag you over him until his leg was coated with a gleaming trail of slick and release. You, likewise, have returned the favor. But he always stopped you both before it could go further, leaving your body tense with a burning ache calling, screaming for the feeling of him to finally stretch you out as he fucks you on his cock. It was an obsession at this point, the idea alone enough to stir your gut with need.

You have felt him, how he strains against his trousers when you climb on top of him, how Mydei twitches in your mouth as he gets closer and closer to what you eagerly give him with a pink tip flushed, leaking in pure agitation- and yet….

Your hand fell from where it had been grasping at his bicep.

“It's just a little uncomfortable like this when I can barely keep myself standing.” You reassured him, trying to make sure no boundaries were crossed.

He shifted against you, the feeling of his chest pressed against yours, closing the already impossible distance between you until you could feel every last curve and dip of his abdomen molding to yours. “Hmph, and I thought I was doing a good job of keeping you up.”

“Of cour-”

Your next words were cut off by your own moan as Mydei slowly pulled his fingers away. The slick coating them fell to your thighs, leaving a glossy sheen exposing your own pleasure to the cool air as he picked you up and carried you over to the bed.

You bounced slightly on the mattress, the feathers stuffed inside it slowly shifting under the weight of you both in a desperate attempt to match your fervor. It only welcomed you when Mydei moved above you, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your navel. His breath fanned over you, slipping under the fabric of your dress as he pushed it out of his way until you were finally kicking it off in your frustration.

It fell to the floor.

Mydei's knees followed suit.

You couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his lips, so soft and perfect despite all the times he's chewed them raw grazing against your thighs to your heat- diving in the moment your legs had been pulled apart to make room for him.

Eager. So eager.

Twin suns stared down at you, watching every reaction he was hoping to draw out with another swipe of Mydei's tongue teasing your folds, nose buried away in your bush of hair without remorse only to be yanked away as you tugged him back. He groaned at the action, confusion clear on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-” You shook your head. “I want you. All of you. Don't you think it's time?”

You hoped that was enough to get your message across now that the words you longed to say suddenly escaped you, flitted away on the passing breeze leaving the curtains stirring in the wind and you feeling like everything you have been bottling up was suddenly lackluster in comparison to making sure you don't step on any toes.

Just as he was saying your name, the syllables already starting to be sounded out, you called his.

For a moment you both stared, only for a laugh to break the air between you both.

“You first.” Mydei offered in a muffled voice, the back of his hand already wiping the lingering taste of you away.

Tart. Tart. Tart.

“I simply want to go farther than we have, to be one with you, but you keep stopping us before that happens….Why is that?”

And you just wanted the sweetness of him.

Mydei's hand fell, dropping to where yours lay. The rough tone he had been using before, heavy with desire as he spit filth in your ear about how well you were taking him seemed to fade away, leaving only a gentle hum in its wake as Mydei confessed to you his own trepidations. “I don't wish to rush things. I fully intend to do right by you, and part of that is not giving into my own desires for you until we're both ready.”

“Mydei,” you called again, “I've been ready. Are you not?”

He sighed. “I want to be.”

Your hand turned over, interlocking your fingers with his. They were always so big compared to yours, silently reminding you just how capable Mydei was of pinning you in place, forcing your wrists together as you writhed under him, but right now he was as gentle as can be when he returned your subtle squeeze.

“You're no warrior. Unlike those I have had experience with, you're…I respect you greatly, and I care for you greatly, to the point I worry.”

“Mydeimos, if something were to happen, I would tell you, and you can take care of me after, just like you have been doing.”

His forehead met yours, the same strands you were tugging on to pull him back now brushing against you. “And to think you claim I have no self-preservation instincts.”

“You have them…They're just a little dull sometimes.”

His lips met yours again, breaking your pointed accusation apart as his hand cupped your cheek. He was tender, soft as a butterfly's wings brushing your skin as it flies past as he guided you to lean back against the bed- nothing like what you had been prepared for after his rough kisses that left your lips plump and ready for more. Soft. Just like his voice as he says: “I promise to take care of you.”

“I know you will.” You said against his lips as Mydei kissed you once more.

And again, again, and again. Each wet smack of his lips to yours led to another, slowly traveling to your neck, almost distracting you from the way he was taking your thighs in his hold to mold at the fesh. Slowly kneading the fat in his grasp as he pulls your legs further apart to make room for his hips to slot against yours - The fabric of his trousers the only thing separating you from him.

Those were quickly pushed away by your impatient hands, already thrumming with greed at the idea of being filled.

Belts clacked together as they hit the floor.

The feel of him, the shape of him, your Mydei as he fists his cock to give it a slow pump before guiding it to your cunt. His tip slid over your heat, between your lips, before settling over your sopping wet entrance.

The weight of him alone was delicious, outweighting a sip from even the most succulent of juices. Sweet, sweet, sweet. Just like you wanted as he finally breached past your inner walls to leave you gasping beneath Mydei; inch by tortuous inch.

You barely even heard him ask if you were okay as he bottomed out, the weight of his balls settling over the curve of your ass, to which you could only stutter out a small assurance you were fine.

More kisses were pressed to your neck.

“Take it slow. Don't rush yourself.”

Mydei’s fingers skimmed over your curves, dancing over each spot you had unconsciously tensed until you were resting back with a sigh. The need you had for him was still present, never leaving the back of your mind, but finally having him so close to you was leaving your chest fluttering just as much as your cunt was around his cock - squeezing him for all he was worth.

His groan alone had your toes curling.

Mydei’s hands took yours, pulling them from the sheets you were fisting to rest on his shoulders. His muscles rippled under your touch, shifting with every move as he slowly dragged himself out and back in with a languidly thrust to test the waters. And another had your hips pushed into the mattress from how his snapped against yours.

It was already so much. You were so full. And you couldn't help but feel addicted to it.

The only reprieve you had from a pleasure-addled mind was his voice.

“Hold onto me.”

Another thrust had you moaning underneath him.

Delight, sugary sweetness, and everything else was gone but the feeling of his hands on you as he grabbed at your hips to pull you back to him with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

The only tart thing he had to offer was the bruises left in Mydei's wake in the shape of finger pads decorating your skin, the same color as the hickeys he left behind to match.

Dark purple, tinted with a slight green, but you didn't even register them until after you eyes had rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of him pulling an orgasm from you and leaving traces of his own enjoyment seeping out of your abused cunt. It left trails of white cascading out of you as your cunt helplessly squeezed around air at the loss of him when he pulled away to catch his bearings.

Panting as he caught his breath.

Sweat was coating Mydei's brow, something he didn't even so much as bother to wipe away when he fell beside you, a single arm wrapping around your waist to pull you to his chest. You couldn't help but giggle at the gesture, leaving laughter bubbling in your throat as he nuzzled into you. Nose pressed to your hair as he gave your forehead a peck.

You returned the gesture with a kiss to his collarbone.

“I should get you some water.”

“But cuddles.”

Mydei shook his head, his hold on you tightening for only a moment before he was sitting up with an assurance he would only be just a moment. Not even your tugging at his arm seemed to sway him when he was insisting the body needed to replenish fluids after a strenuous workout, only the way his eyes flickered down to your hips to spot the bruises he left behind did. The idea of getting you something to drink forgotten as Mydei's head tilted down.

Through his messy bangs, you couldn't even make out his expression. You couldn't help but want to brush them out of the way so you could see his eyes again.

“What happened to speaking up like you said you would?” He asked, voice inquiring, bordering on accusatory.

His nails grazed the bruises first, clearly in need of a trim, before his fingers were once again on your hips to gently trace over the outline of his own touch. Unlike the fervor he had taken you with, Mydei was back to treating you like glass as he eyed each mark he left behind as the desire between you both was fed.

“I said you can take care of it after, just like you always do.”

“Cheeky.” He mumbled, almost looking like he was fighting back the urge to let out one of his typical hmphs when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to a bruise right above your gluteus medius. The action alone eased any pain he could have left behind.

“I'm fine, Mydeimos.”

“You promise?” He asked after a beat of silence, only filled by the rustling of the sheets below you as you moved to wrap your arms back around his shoulders. An embrace born not of desire but the need to feel close to him.

“Promise.”

“After you rest, I'm taking you to the baths. Let me soothe any aches I left behind.”

He wore a frown as he kept looking back between the marks and your face, something you wanted to wipe away to never be seen on him again. And so with a hum of agreement, you tilted your head up, lips locking with his for one last taste of the sweetness he so willingly offered you.

[elinorasims]

Build | Strangerville | Ziggy's Diner

Lot Info

Type | Restaurant Lot Size | 30x20 World | Strangerville Value | 94,857 Baths | 3 CC | No Packs | Unrestricted Ziggy's Diner is a classicly retro mashup of Googie and passenger train inspired styles situated in Strangerville Plaza.

Ziggy's is a compact restaurant and bar combo with a Strangerville twist: classic red booths and an elongated mid-century modern bar layout meets sci-fi inspired and 50's-kitsch inspired cluttered decor..

It's giving the diner from the movie 'Paul'. I hope. lol

Ziggy's has a fully customised menu featuring some Mountain States inspired comfort dishes and some American classics (full menu below the cut).

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hopefully you like this one- it was super fun to build and I'm finding my feet a bit more building for this save, i think!

it's been playtested (briefly lol) and should be fully functional and a smooth enough restaurant experience for your sims to enjoy.

i love Paul so much aha we watched it this past weekend and i was immediately like 'yup. gotta go do a strangerville build now.'

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Ziggy's Diner Menu

Drinks water ; lemonade ; milk ; orange juice ; coffee ; cream cola ; fizzy fruity drink ; pitch black ; root beer float ; soda ; tang and zing ; boiler room ; eapa ; juice on the rocks ; wrench ; galactic vita-water ; silent film ; sour punch ; sunset valley ; alien juice ; cupid juice ; space energy drink ; jet juice

Appetisers chips and salsa ; mac and cheese ; bowl of olives ; bread roll ; french fries ; whole wheat bread ; popcorn shrimp ; garden salad ; cheesy bread ; grilled plantains ; seafood chowder ; soft shell crab cake ; empanadas ; watermelon salad

Mains mac and cheese ; chicken nuggets ; popcorn shrimp ; baked potato ; hot dog ; lobster roll ; veggie burger ; chicken and waffles ; fried chicken sliders ; mushroom waffles ; sausage and peppers ; scrambled eggs with bacon ; seafood chowder ; tofu dog ; fish tacos ; hamburger ; fried fish ; pancakes ; aubergine Parmesan ; sweet corn pizza ; mushroom steak ; french toast ; vegetable chilli ; egg white omelette ; mushroom soup ; bbq ribs plate ; blackened bass ; gumbo ; steak

Dessert neapolitan ice cream ; rainbow sorbet ; vanilla ice cream ; alien fruit tart ; cream filled donut ; cream snack cake ; honey cake ; plain waffles ; rainbow brownies ; hamburger cake ; chocolate chip cookie ; apple pie ; banana cream pie ; pumpkin pie ; simcity cheesecake ; fruit cobbler

[dailylcy]

ok ok ok… my birthday is in a few days HEAR ME OUT- shotaro loves eating pussy it isn’t some he does often but i imagine it’s rather special on special occasions so PLEASE can you write taro eating you out on your birthday? (i would write it but it’s my birthday like…)

( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) — thank you in advance

ఌ︎. a/n. hii anon thank u for the req and happy birthdayyy (*∩_∩*) MINORS DNI! ఌ︎. wc. 580

“Happy birthday pretty” Shotaro murmurs, his voice low, still rough from sleep. His lips press against your temple, lingering for a second before trailing down to your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

You hum in response, barely awake but already smiling. “Mmm, what time is it?”

“Early,” he says, but there’s something in his voice, like he doesn’t really care. Like he wants you to stay just like this — half asleep, tangled up with him. His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you closer until your body fits perfectly against his. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You finally crack your eyes open, finding him watching you with a softness that makes your heart ache. His hair is messy, strands falling over his forehead, and there’s a quiet kind of intent in the way he looks at you.

“For what?” you ask, voice still sleepy.

Shotaro smiles, leaning in until his nose brushes against yours. His lips hover just above yours, barely there, teasing.

“For you.” Shotaro says as he moves presses one last kiss on your lips before moving lower, his grip tightens on your thighs as his fingers start sinking into the soft flesh as he presses his face deeper between your legs. His hair is a sweaty mess now, strands plastered against his forehead, and his breath comes is hot against your skin, uneven pants against your soaked pussy. The room’s thick with the musky scent of sex, the faint tang of sweat, and the slick, dripping mess you’ve become under his tongue. He’s been at it for what feels like forever, and your body’s trembling, caught in that beautiful edge of too much.

“Fuck, you’re so wet” he groans, His tongue flattens, dragging slow and hard over the swollen nub, and your hips jerk involuntarily, a whine slipping from your throat. He doesn’t give up tho — his lips close around your pussy again, sucking with a wet, filthy sound that echoes in the quiet bedroom. Your folds are puffy and slick, glistening with a mix of his spit and your arousal, and he laps at them greedily, tongue going inside your entrance just enough to make your walls clench. your juice smears across his cheeks, dripping down his jaw, and he lets out a low hum, like he’s savoring every drop.

Your thighs shake uncontrollably, muscles tensing as the overstimulation hits hard. It’s overwhelming—his nose nudges your clit while his tongue fucks into you, curling and stroking with crazy precision. “T-Taro, I can’t—” you gasp, but he only growls softly, his hands pinning you down tighter. Sweat beads on his neck, trickling down to the collar of his black shirt, and his eyes flicker up, dark and wild, watching you unravel for him. Your body’s screaming and then it snaps — your orgasm crashes through you, raw and messy. Your pussy gushing against his mouth, and he drinks it down, tongue chasing the flood of cum as it spills over his lips, sticky and hot, pooling on the sheets beneath you.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, his chin slick and shiny, a string of your juices clinging to his lower lip. “Shit, you taste even better when you come” he rasps, voice wrecked, before diving back in, kissing your throbbing clit with a sloppy smack. Your hands grab the sheets, a sob catching in your chest as he keeps going, pushing you past the edge into that dizzying, unbearable haze. What a way to start your birthday

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after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one | caution. chaos. coconut. his pov;

I didn't like to put a label on things; doing so made things too specific, too real. And for me, I preferred for things to seem as unspecific and false as possible.

I preferred for things to be simple. There is beauty in simplicity.

Maybe that's why I found her to be so gorgeous.

She was simple.

There was not a single thing I didn't know about her. I didn't need to go out of my own way to find out her favorite color or food - she told me (though not directly). She told them. She told everyone. She was rather open about herself while I kept everything private. I had my reasons to remain rather anonymous and to stay out of the spotlight and thrive in the shadows while she glistened in the spotlight. She was an open book.

But I still wanted to read her.

I wanted to study her.

And maybe that's why I traveled to the North Blue - to be closer to her. But I wouldn't admit that aloud. I would seem rather insane if she knew, and I wasn't insane. My mind operated differently to others. I was often classified as different and odd, especially by my peers when I was still in school. I was teased to be the quiet kid, picked on because of my nose. I was deemed to be the one most likely to commit some type of horrid act. They weren't wrong, but no one likes to be judged for how they truly are.

She didn't judge me.

Well, of course, she didn't even know me.

But she wasn't the type to judge. Which made my appeal to her even more strong and wild. I was finally able to watch her up close, months after first discovering a rare form of art like her.

The bar was packed, much to my dismay. I liked things to remain quiet despite my love for disarray. I was able to think when it was quiet. I’ve always had thousands of thoughts racing through my mind, so much so that it was difficult to pick a single train and hop on board. But when my eyes landed on her, my mind settled.

She was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a large round booth all to herself. She had a small yet cute smile on her round face as she sipped on a beverage. Not alcohol- no, she hated alcohol, which is why I cut back on it. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her. Well, whenever I got the courage to talk to her, that is. She made me cower in fear, in anxiety. Someone so timid and fragile as her made someone like me- a pirate, a killer, a clown fall to his knees. I was a fool for her.

Lifting up my drink, I took a sip of the carbonated juice, grimacing as the alcoholic tang was nonexistent. I scoured and gave in, waving down one of the waitresses to add something to my drink. Maybe then I would be able to think straight and finally be able to talk to her. I needed something to fog my judgement and give me the balls to go talk to her- although my dick was confidence enough. God, the way she made me feel was impeccable. She made my pants tighten when she took a sip of her drink. I watched her pink lips suck on the straw as she kicked her feet and examined a newspaper on the wooden table. I squirmed in my seat and leaned back, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

Once the waitress topped off my drink, I waved her off and continued to sit by myself, admiring the maiden who sat by herself. By herself? God, I still didn’t get that. How was she alone? How was she sitting by herself in a bar as crowded as this one? She had friends, many of them. She had family, too. But why must she sit in silence and all by her lonesome?

I huffed and itched at the back of my neck, my hand dragging down to grab my chin and cover my nose. I clenched my jaw and pondered the possibility that my ego would actually allow me to stand up, walk over to her, and sit across from her. Maybe I could buy her a drink? But nevertheless, I remained glued to my seat, downing at least three glasses of whiskey. I lost track.

I lost complete track of time that whenever I finally came back to, she was standing tall, slinging her coat back over her shoulders, and starting for the door. I gulped and turned, my eyes following her. But before she could leave the bar and disappear for the night, a tall, stout man blocked her exit. I squinted my eyes.

“And where do you think ‘yer going?” The pirate smirked, his arms folding over his chest. His belly bounced as he laughed. “Going so soon?”

“Please let me by,” She instructed, trying to budge past the weighted man but to no avail, he stood still. “What is it you want?”

“To see you undressed.”

I grabbed the edge of the table, feeling my body grow hot. It wasn’t because of her, though it mostly always was. She had an effect on me. But this man, he angered me, fucking enraged me. I could feel my blood beginning to boil as he continued to harass both her and me.

“Oh, come on, what’s a sexy little lady like you got going on tonight?” The fat man hummed, reaching forward to grab hold of the leather backpack that hung over her shoulder’s. She shoved him away and backed up.

“I’ll find another exit,” She announced and turned on her heel, starting to head to the back of the bar where other patrons parted through.

“Come on!”

She walked right past me, speeding down the aisle. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of her perfume and shampoo. Vanilla and coconut. Fuck me.

“I can walk you home!”

She stopped in her steps and faced the obese pirate, her arms folding over her chest. “Fuck off, you pig!�� She spat, eyes rolling as she started to turn around once again but she stopped, and looked at me.

Oh my god, she looked at me.

At me.

“Baby, can we go?”

I blinked. What?

“Please?” She asked, looking at me with such desperation in her eyes that a tent started to form in my pants.

What? What was she doing? I didn’t know whether to accept or deny. Why was she doing this? Was she delusional? Stupid? Hallucinogenic?

“I know you wanted to have a bit more to drink but I feel much safer walking back with you. You can come back after,” She smiled softly and stepped toward me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. She then leaned down, inching closer to me. Her lips grazed my ear, hot breath making my skin redden. “Please go along with it,” She pleaded.

“Ah, so you have a mate, huh?” The stout pirate laughed, taking a few hard steps towards the two of us. “That’s okay with me.”

Her soft eyes darted from me to the pirate and then back to me. She looked so enchanting when in distress.

“Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Yes, of course, darlin’. Come on.” I moved her arm and she backed up, standing straight. I dug through my pocket and tossed as much spare change I had onto the table then scooted up. My hand grabbed hers tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with confusion but I just led her down the aisle, my free hand wrapping around her shoulder. “You look lovely tonight, by the way. It slipped my mind whether I told you or not.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked down, her face growing as red as the nose on my face. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” I whispered and as we approached the door, the pirate seemed to be cowering in fear as he finally recognized who had the honor of taking this lovely maiden home. And it was me.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I—“

“Step aside,” I growled.

“Yes, s-sir, I’m sorry. Of course!” He was about to piss himself.

I faked a smile and as soon as he moved, I pushed the door open and allowed her and I to walk down the narrow wooden staircase and back onto the dock. To my disappointment, she pulled from my grip and grabbed the straps of her backpack, letting out a deep sigh as she folded over. “Jesus,” She whispered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step to approach her.

My hand rested on the small of her back and I smiled softly though the red paint extended it from cheek to cheek.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Oh, uh?” My eyes furrowed. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re not gonna try to get in my pants, right?”

“N-No! No, no. No.” I lied with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good,” She grinned. “Guys are so weird. I swear the ugly ones are the ones that are most obsessed with me. I attract the weird ones.”

I clenched my jaw. Ouch.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. You—“

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coats and I dragged my foot. “Are you gonna be okay?” I tried my best to act uninterested in her but my body was bouncing and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto her. She was divine when she was distressed.

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm,” I swallowed. “Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s new. I’ve never heard of that name before. Is it a stage name? To match your makeup?”

“Makeup?”

“You look like a clown. Is that your real nose?”

“Nose?” I grimaced and nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, it is real. Any other questions?”

“No, I’m sorry,” She smiled and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you again, honestly.”

“You need to start watching out for yourself. If I wasn’t there, you’d have been his next plaything,” I gagged at the thought.

“Why were you there?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a pirate. So what made you sit by yourself in a bar? Where’s your crew?”

All these questions. I smiled. I loved her curiosity.

“I was a pirate. Uh, taking a bit of a break.”

“What for?”

So I can follow you around and learn every single little thing there is to know about a beautiful goddess such as yourself. “Personal reasons,” I lied. I dipped my head down and traced my foot along the wooden planks, chewing on my inner cheek. “What’s your name?”

I knew it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“It’s Y/N. I know, it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

I laughed aloud, bursting into a fit of cackles and giggles. “What? You’re insane. Thanks for the flattery but try to find a souvenir keychain with a name like mine.” I wiped a fake tear.

The dimming sun finally disappeared past the ocean’s horizon, leaving Y/N and I surrounded by dimly lit lanterns and the settling sea crashing waves against the old dock. I stood still while she seemed to be trembling. It was rather cold. “Uh,” I started to slip my jacket off. “Do you need it?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you, though. I’m gonna start heading back now,” She announced as she looked over her shoulder, squinting. “It’s getting really late.”

“Yeah, uh, it is.”

“Well, Buggy, it was nice meeting you. I’d give you a hug but no offense, you reek of beer,” Y/N smiled.

“It’s whiskey,” I remarked.

“It’s all the same to me.” I know it is.

“Do you need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’m good. We’re still strangers and I don’t feel safe with someone I’m unfamiliar with knowing my address. No offense, though.” She said ‘no offense’ a lot. And I already knew her address. I even had access to the spare key she often left underneath a clothed doormat. “Thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She nodded and smiled, showing her gorgeous teeth. Her cheeks were pink, dusted by the cool air. Her hair wafted off her shoulders as the breeze picked up. Her aroma caught my attention once again.

“Can you turn around? I don’t want you seeing where I’m going.”

She’s adorable.

“Yeah, alright.”

And so I did. I turned around, making her feel a bit more at ease. I swallowed, staring straight into the endless ocean ahead of me, listening to the sounds of her soft footsteps slowly disappear.

When I turned around, she was gone.

And so was the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut.

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Love Potion (Penguin x f!reader)

You never believed in something like magic, but this love potion seems too tempting. Little did you know that Penguin drank this, thinking it was juice. And then he was quite fond of you out of a sudden.

You were sighing as you held a little bottle with light purple liquid in it. Observing it with a sad smile. You didn’t believe in magic but as you were roaming through this city, seeing the old and rusty shield with the words “Witch’s Corner - Magic Shop” on it, your curiosity got the better of you. You were looking through the shelves, seeing some lucky charms and potions. For good health, for financial luck and a love potion. You were drawn to it. This shiny and light liquid was fascinating. The old lady with this heartwarming smile patted your shoulder. “You can take it my dear. Maybe your beloved one will notice you with a little help.” And before you could argue or pretend that you didn't think of your crush, you went back towards the Polar Tang, with a love potion in your hand. You didn’t know why you bought it in the first place. There was no way this would work right? So why were you so dumb, believing in this kinda thing. Maybe the temptation was too strong. Imagining your crush, Penguin, falling in love with you was enough to make your heart, jump a little.

You were deep in thoughts as you could hear a knock on your room door. With a “yelp” you jumped up. Turning around you could see Bepo standing there, looking at you with a smile. “Sorry for disturbing you y/n-chan. I was wondering if you could help me clean the kitchen and prepare lunch?”

You chuckled. “Of course.” With that you left your quarter with Bepo unknown that the chaos will unfold soon enough.

During lunch you were joking with Shachi and Penguin, same as usual. “You have something here” Penguin said and gestured that you have a crumble near your lips. You tried to remove it til Penguin chuckled. It was just like any other day but this time was different. Penguin hovered over the table, caressing your lips, removing the crumb, sitting back to his seat while he licked his lips. “Now your beautiful face is crumbs-free.” He said and smiled softly, earning a deep blush from you.

“W-What? Why did you do this?”

Penguin titled his head smirking. “Because I thought you need a hand back there silly.”

You nodded still confused. “Dude did you drink some cringe liquor or what’s wrong with you?” Shachi said with a laugh, patting his back.

“No, I just…” He glanced over towards you and started to whisper something in Shachi’s ear. You were curious and concentrated on his words. Your hearing was quite good.

“I just noticed that y/n had some of my favorite juice in her quarter and I took a sip.”

You stood up, hearing every word he was saying. With a blank expression you felt like you would pass out every second. “Y/N chan what’s wrong? You look really pale.” Bepo’s concerned voice was ringing in your head. You couldn’t help but stare at Penguin and Shachi. Everyone was looking at you with a worried and surprised look.

“You were in my room?” You were stammering, your throat was hurting. Tears were forming in your eyes.

Penguin stood up quickly, making the dishes on the table fall nearly off. “Hey relax. I'm sorry ok? I was on cleaning duty and wanted to ask you if you have some clothes I could wash but you weren’t there. I saw it and took a sip. I’m sorry I just-”

You ran off towards your quarter. Cutting him off. It couldn’t be right? He didn’t drink the potion right? As you reached your room with heavy panting you saw the little potion empty. You felt dizzy. So he really drank it. Your body was trembling and soon enough your legs went weak and you were sinking towards the floor. That’s why Penguin caressed your lips just now and were flirting with you out of nowhere. Tears roaming down your face and you couldn’t help it. It was a dumb thing to cry about. You weren’t even sure if you would use it ever and now the decision was made without your consent. Because it was an accident.

Your sobbing alarmed some of your crewmates and soon enough you could feel a pair of arms around your body. Someone was hugging you from behind. With puffy red eyes you turned your head towards the figure who was giving you a lovely embrace.

You could only see a penguin hat. “I am sorry. If I knew you would cry I never would’ve entered your room without your consent nor drink it. I am sorry. What can I do for your tears to stop? I don’t ever wanna be the reason for your tears.” Before you could answer, Ikkaku pushed Penguin out of the way. “How about respecting boundaries first, buddy?” Ikkaku huffed, taking your hand and leading you towards the room. She was slamming the door shut, guiding you towards your bed.

“Tell me what’s wrong. There is no way you would cry for this trivial reason like entering our room without permission or drinking some of your stuff.”

You were looking at her, sniffling. Ikkaku went pale. “Oh no don’t tell me you are on your period. Sorry girl. Can I bring you a heating pad or some chocolate?” Ikkaku panicked and hugged you while stroking your back.

“I’m not on my period. It’s not a hormone thing. Don’t worry.”

You said while sniffing. “I guess I made a dumb decision.” You confessed and told Ikkaku everything.

She was nodding. “Ok let me see if I understand it correctly. You bought a love potion, and after realizing Penguin drank something you went back here just to find out that the love potion is empty.” You nodded in agreement. “And now you think, Penguin is helplessly in love with you because he flirted a little with you during lunch.” Ikkaku was giggling.

You stood up groaning. “This isn’t funny. He is under the influence of a love potion.”

Ikkaku stood up as well. “First of all magic doesn’t exist ok? Second, you guys are always flirting with each other. There is no difference at all.”

You froze looking at her with a light blush. “We never flirt with each other. What are you talking about?”

“Come on girl. Don’t play dumb.”

You shook your head. “Ikkaku you have to believe me we never flirt. It’s just -”

Ikkaku held your shoulder with a firm grip. “ And last but not least. He is already helplessly in love with you. Way before this weird love potion thing.”

You blinked a few times and then you burst into loud laughter.

“How can you be so clueless…” Ikkaku sighed. “Just act naturally and you will see that this love potion is not real.”

And you did your best.

After the worrying looks and even some concerned words from your crewmates you just brushed it off with “stressful time thanks to your hormones” and no one questioned it. It wasn’t nice of you to lie towards your crew but it was the only and less embarrassing option you could go with. As you went with your normal daily routine you came across Penguin once more.

Both of you were awkward. While you were looking away you could see that he was scratching his neck, looking away as well.”I heard that you don't ehh feel too good today. I am still sorry I just ehm…I didn’t mean too..uhh…” Penguin stammered he was kinda lost of words. You looked at him with a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry for worrying you.” The sudden image of him embracing you and his warmth on your back made you blush all over again.

He looked back at you with a small smile and you were sure that your heart did a little jump. “I always worry when it comes to you. I can’t stop it y’know? You are just too precious for me.” You took a few steps towards him, closing some of the distance.

He looked at you with an anticipated look and a small tilt of his head.

You took a deep breath. “There is something I have to tell you. To confess…”

You looked at him and could see a bright red on his cheeks. “You see I…-”

“I like like you!” Penguin cut you off with a sudden confession. “I’m sorry but I just thought I should be a gentleman and be the first to confess his feelings to you. Even so it wasn’t very gentleman-like nor how I imagined it. I mean I thought I would take you out on a date and have a more romantic setting prepared and all and argh sorry I’m blabbering too much right now.”

“Stop apologizing.” You said and were looking at him. He gasped as he was looking into your sad eyes, piercing right through his heart. “You don’t mean it at all. You are under the influence of a love potion.”

Penguin tilted his head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Don’t you get it? The juice you drank was actually a love potion. I…I didn’t even want to use it in the first place. But then I saw how you were flirting with me during lunch and then I saw the empty bottle in my room…”

His hand reached out ready to comfort you. “Y/N, I-”

“No, please let me explain first. It’s not like I dislike you. I really adore you. It wasn’t even my plan to buy it but before I knew it was in my hand and I was looking at it. I want your love. But not like this. I want you to reciprocate my feelings on your own.”

The silence between you was heavy.

A low chuckle came from Penguin and you were looking at him.

“You bought a love potion because you have a crush on me?” He was smirking at you and you couldn’t help but stammer. “I didn’t buy it because I have a crush on you. I just bought it. Having a crush on you had nothing to do with you.” You pouted. Penguin was pricking your cheeks with his finger. “Stop pouting. You are way too cute like this. Blushing like this. Let me show you something ok?” He held your hand, guiding you towards your room. As you were inside he was closing the door behind him.

“W-What do you wanna show me?” You stammered while he was closing the distance between you. Even so you took a few steps back, he followed your steps, til you had the desk behind you. Penguin caged you between his arms with a grin.

He was holding the empty bottle in front of you. “Is this the one? Where ‘love potion’ is written on?” You blushed and avoided his gaze. “Yes and to be fair I didn’t even see that this was written on.”

He chuckled. “Well I saw it, after I was cleaning the mess up.”

You were looking at him with a sudden movement. “What mess?”

“Well first of all, I didn’t drink it.”

You couldn’t quite understand what he meant. You could hear him shuffle with his arm and was holding a bottle of juice in his hand. “This is what I meant.”

You were pretty dumbfounded by now.

“When I was looking for any dirty clothes like your socks, like usual, my head bumped into the desk and your precious ‘love potion’ fell off and the liquor ran out. I tried my best to clean it with a towel and then I saw two things. As I put your little bottle up again I saw the words on it and I saw that you were hiding my favorite orange juice under your desk. So I thought I could take a sip while thinking about who would be the lucky person who received your love.”

“You actually were talking about juice…”

“Well of course.” You looked down at the ground.

“But you flirted with me during lunch.” You mumbled.

He smiled and his fingers were holding your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Not the first time I did it. And to be fair. If you would just listen to me back there, you would’ve known that I was talking about the orange juice under your desk.”

Your whole face heated up. “You are an idiot.”

He laughed and the sweet sound of his laughter made you feel warm inside.

“Then allow me to be your idiot.”

“Does that mean, you…?”

“I’m not under the influence of a love potion. Just under the influence of being in love with a fantastic and wonderful girl who is quite the catch if you ask me. Yeah she might be a little dumbfounded and silly but that makes her really lovable in my opinion.”

He closed the distance between you and his lips found yours. Happiness was all you could feel in this moment.

[buffetlicious]

For the month of October 2024, Nine Fresh (九鲜) came up with the Get In Lime! promotion featuring two new desserts and tea. For the cold beverages, you can choose from Lime Red Tea or Lime Earl Grey Tea, each priced at S$3.20. Giving the drinks a miss, I ordered both the ai-yu desserts.

Give mum this Lime Ai-Yu A (蜂蜜蒟蒻柠檬爱玉冻) with Ai-yu jelly, honey popping jelly, konjac jelly, lime juice and taro balls. I did try some and it was much sweeter than my dessert below due to the addition of honey popping jelly and/or honey. Both desserts seem a little watery, maybe due to the adding of lime juice.

My Lime Ai-Yu B (芦荟蒟蒻柠檬爱玉冻) comes with Ai-yu jelly, aloe vera pearl jelly, konjac jelly, lime juice and taro balls has just the quite amount of sweetness over the citrusy tang. You can add extra lime juice (+S$0.80) if you think it is not sour enough for you. I find it a refreshing treat for an after-meal indulgence.

Topmost image courtesy of Nine Fresh Singapore.