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askwhatsforlunch · 1 year

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Rose and Strawberry Cake

This beautiful Rose and Strawberry Cake tastes like a stroll in my Spring garden, and makes a gorgeous and delicious celebratory dessert. Happy Easter Monday, friends!

Ingredients (serves 6):

1 cup double cream

1 vanilla bean

100 grams/3/5 ounces white chocolate

2 tablespoons Rosie Gin Liqueur

1 1/2 cup plain flour

3/4 teaspoon baking powder

1/4 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda

a pinch of salt

3/4 cup double cream

3 teaspoons Rosie Gin Liqueur

2 large eggs

1/3 cup caster sugar

1/4 cup Rose Sugar

a dozen fresh Strawberries of medium size

1/4 cup Rose Petal Jam

a couple fresh Strawberries

freshly picked primroses

a few fresh mint leaves

The day before, break white chocolate into a medium bowl; set aside.

Pour double cream into a small saucepan. Scrape seeds off the vanilla bean, and add to the cream. Bring to a simmer over a low flame. Once slowly boiling, stir in 1 tablespoon of the Rosie Gin Liqueur. Cook, 30 seconds. Then, remove from the heat and stir in remaining Rosie Gin Liqueur. Pour hot rose cream over the white chocolate, and cover with a lid, for a couple of minutes.

Then, stir energetically until you have a smooth, shiny, slack ganache. Chill in the refrigerator, overnight.

The next day, butter a 20-centimetre/8” round cake pan, and line with baking paper; set aside.

In a medium bowl, combine flour, baking powder, bicarbonate of soda and salt. Give a good stir; set aside.

Preheat oven to 160°C/330°F.

In a medium bowl, beat double cream with Rosie Gin Liqueur , with an electric mixer until stiff peaks just start forming; set aside.

In a larger bowl, with and electric mixer, beat eggs with caster sugar and Rose Sugar, until light, pale yellow and fluffy. With a rubber spatula, gently fold in the the flour mixture until just blended. Finally, gently fold in rose whipped cream, making sure no white streak remains.

Spoon batter into prepared cake tin, levelling with the spatula, and place in the middle of the hot oven.

Bake, at 160°C/3209°F, 55 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the middle of the sponge comes out clean. Remove from the oven, and let cool, 5 minutes, before removing from the tin. Let rose sponge cool completely.

Once the sponge has cooled, with an electric mixer, beat cooled rose white chocolate ganache on high speed until paler in colour (almost white) and stiff peaks form. Set aside.

Rinse Garden Strawberries thoroughly, and trim off their leaves. Dice Strawberries; set aside.

With a sharp, serrated knife, like a bread knife, carefully cut the rose sponge horizontally.

Place rose sponge bottom halve onto cake stand or serving plate. Generously spread Rose Petal Jam, in an even layer, all over the sponge. Spoon a luscious amount of Rose Whipped White Chocolate Ganache onto the Rose Petal Jam, and scatter Strawberry dices all over. Top with more Rose Whipped White Chocolate Ganache.

Carefully place rose sponge top halve on top, pressing gently. Spoon more Rose Whipped White Chocolate Ganache on top, and garnish with fresh Strawberries, primroses and mint leaves.

Chill Rose and Strawberry Cake in the refrigerator, until serving, with chilled Champagne.

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sluttywoozi · 2 months

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Interlude No. 5 | jww x reader

Interlude No. 5: You've been laying in Wonwoo's arms for hours, watching him play video games. Or, more accurately, watching his hands as he plays video games.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.3k | Pairing: jww x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub vibes, hand kink, finger sucking, fingerfucking, squirting, aftercare

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina

“Are you still having a good time, baby?” Wonwoo asks, his chest vibrating against your back and his chin moving on the top of your head with his words.

You’ve been resting between his legs in bed and watching him play video games for hours, and even though your eyes are tired and your ass is numb, you couldn’t be more content.

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, squeezing his forearm where it lays on your waist and watching his hands work the controller that sits on your stomach. You’ve been watching his hands more than the games he’s been playing, but who could blame you for that?

They’re just so elegant, his palms broad and his fingers long, the digits agile from years of gaming. They’re cold more often than not, though you can always warm them up by holding them between your own.

Or sucking on his fingers, as you so often love to do.

He loves it too, you can tell by how he always sweeps up sweet things for you to taste, whipped cream and frosting and chocolate ganache, and by the look on his face when you take his fingers in your mouth and clean them off with your tongue.

There’s also the way he uses them to keep you quiet, to keep you pliant and wet and sweet for him, his fingers sliding into your mouth whenever you talk back just a little too much, moan just a little too loud. Most of the time, he doesn’t mind either of those things, but there are occasions in which it’s necessary to keep quiet.

Like when you fuck somewhere you shouldn’t.

You’ve got a decent list going of all the places you definitely shouldn’t have had sex: bathrooms at clubs, in his car after a movie date, on his car after a late night drive, at the beach (once, and it’s the only one you regret). All of those times, and a few others, he’s had to keep your mouth busy because you just couldn’t stop running it.

It’s not like you’re complaining; you love the taste of his skin, the feeling of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, the way his eyes get so deep and dark and desirous when he watches your lips pucker around them.

Sometimes, his goal isn’t keeping you quiet, but getting his fingers wet to ruin you with them. You’re always soaked enough for him to just dive in, but he likes the added teasing of making you lick his fingers until they’re almost as wet as your pussy before he finally pushes them inside.

That just gets you hotter, gets you so aroused, they can glide right in.

Which, of course, makes you think of the way he uses them to make you cum.

He’s so precise with it, always taking you apart step by step, demolishing you floor by floor. He’s so in tune with your body by now that he can make you cum in minutes, sometimes before you’re ready. Even on days where it’s harder for you to find that release, he doesn’t give up, growing almost methodical in his movements until you finally break for him.

And that’s always how it feels, like you’re breaking into pieces, like your seams are ripping and your dam is breaking, and when you flood him, he thanks you for it. Then, as if you’re an undone puzzle, he puts you back together, finding the edges that fit and locking them in place with gentle hands and a soothing voice.

“Y/n? You okay?” Wonwoo asks from behind you, his voice soft and inquisitive.

“Yeah, why?” You answer perhaps a bit too quickly, your heart starting to race as he pauses his game and sets the controller aside.

“Because your foot is wiggling and you’re breathing fast,” he says, pressing his hands to your abdomen and smoothing them up to rest under your breasts. “And your heart is pounding.”

“Oh, um,” you stall, trying to think of an explanation that actually makes sense.

“You’re either anxious or turned on, and whichever it is, I wanna help,” he murmurs into your hair, taking a surreptitious sniff and smooching your crown.

“Well, I’m definitely not anxious,” you mutter under your breath, forgetting that he has ears like a hawk thanks to his poor vision.

“So if I touched you right now, you’d be wet?”

Fuck, his voice has taken on that edge, the one that means he’s already thinking about what he wants to do to you, how he wants to make you cum.

“Maybe,” you squeak, shivering when one hand smooths down over your tummy to rest on your pelvis.

“If you won’t tell me, should I just touch you and find out for myself?”

“I mean…,” you fight the urge to tug his hand down between your legs, knowing it’ll find its way there soon enough. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

He hums thoughtfully, and you just know he’s contemplating whether or not he wants to tease you tonight. You can’t tell what he decides until he reaches down and takes hold of your thigh, pushing and lifting it to put your leg over his. He does the same with your other leg, leaving you splayed open for him.

Teasing it is, then.

You’re not wet enough that it’s soaked through to your shorts, but you can feel the lips of your pussy parting with the position, feel your damp underwear rubbing against the sensitive skin, feel your heartbeat as it travels down to your clit.

His fingers chase it, firmly sliding down the seam of your lounge shorts and back up, rubbing you through two layers until you’re rocking into his hand, ready to beg for more.

He anticipates your needs, tugging your shorts and panties to the side before dragging his fingers through your folds, hissing a quiet swear at the wetness he finds.

“Knew it,” he chuckles, making you squirm self consciously. He stills you by wrapping his free arm around your waist, anchoring you to his body and holding you in place as his fingers glide over your clit.

You want to buck your hips into the pressure but you can’t, not with your legs stuck on either side of his and his heavy, strong arm banded across you. All you can do is take it as he tests different patterns, different speeds, different shapes, as if he doesn’t know the exact combination that will make you fall apart.

How long he does this, you don’t know. You just know that by the time he finally starts touching you how you like, your eyes are full of tears and your pussy is still fucking empty.

“Wonwoo, please,” you whine, tilting your head back and to the side so you can stare at his profile, watch his face as he denies you, like you know he will.

“You want my fingers inside, don’t you?” He asks rhetorically, already well aware of the answer. “This is why you should just tell me when I ask if you’re wet.”

“I’m shy,” you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he rolls his fingers over your clit.

“I know you are, baby,” he murmurs in a soothing voice, squeezing your waist in a comforting gesture before letting two of his fingers slip down and notch in your entrance, just up to the first knuckle.

It’s almost worse than nothing, this little hint of fullness, this small taste of what you need, because you have no way of knowing when he’ll give it to you. Thankfully, there’s no if, you know he’ll take care of you eventually, you just don’t know how much longer you’ll have to wait.

It feels like it’s been eons, like a lifetime has passed since he spread your legs and pushed your clothes aside, and you don’t know how much patience you have left in you.

He gives you another inch, sinking his fingers in just a little deeper, your walls clinging to them, forming around them, welcoming them in. You take in a shuddering breath, your muscles tense and your head fuzzy as he slowly works you open.

He starts rocking his fingers in and out, in and out, giving you more and more with each thrust until finally, they’re as deep as they can reach, thank fuck. You expect him to continue to tease you, to build you up brick by brick, so when he immediately curls them towards your stomach and into your sweet spot, you lose both your breath and your mind.

“Wonwoo,” you sob, drawing out the end of his name and feeling your inner muscles clamp down on his fingers. He drags them out anyway and sends them back inside, his pace rocketing up until he’s fucking you with them, a slick squelch following every crook of his fingertips into your g-spot.

“What, baby?” He asks, like he’s not currently two fingers deep and hellbent on sending you to nirvana.

You don’t say anything, whimpering in response as his fingers grind against your front wall, your arousal seeping out around them and dripping down your ass to the bed.

“Are you shy again? Or is it that you just can’t talk?” He asks smugly, just a hint of meanness in his voice, though that hint only makes you wetter, makes you needier.

“You know…,” you gasp, attempting to make your mouth do something other than moan. “You know what you’re- fuck, what you’re doing.”

The end of your sentence is a whine, but you got all of it out and for that, you’re proud of yourself. Perhaps you shouldn’t be, though, because it just makes him fuck his fingers into you harder, faster, the tips curving into your sweet spot with overwhelming accuracy.

“I do know what I’m doing, don’t I? If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be this fucking wet,” he laughs, the smartass he is.

You can’t say he’s wrong though, and soon enough, you can’t say anything, not when the arm holding your waist shifts up between your breasts to hold your throat. He doesn’t linger even though you wish he would, two of his fingers sliding up your chin until they sink between your lips and hook into your mouth.

He tugs it open, presses his fingertips down on your tongue, making you moan loud enough, it echoes off the walls. Now the sounds escaping your mouth can contend with the sounds he’s drawing from your cunt, your whimpers and sobs and moans almost covering the obscene noise of him fingerfucking you into the afterlife.

You don’t even think you need anything on your clit, though you do have one hand free, the other gripping his wrist for dear life as you writhe in his hold. You know better than to use that free hand, know he’d slow everything down, wouldn’t let you cum for ages just because you got greedy.

It’s happened before, and you still have enough mental fortitude to prevent it from happening again.

You’re nearing the edge anyway, heat gathering in your belly and spreading out through your whole body, blazing along your nerves and finally reaching your brain in a fire so bright, it’s blinding. Your vision whites out, your hearing gets muffled, and your pussy clamps down around his fingers, your walls spasming in overstimulation when he just leaves them inside and digs them into your g-spot.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers sweeping back and forth inside of you as his hand jerks, drawing out your orgasm and immediately pushing you into another. This one is even more intense somehow, your legs trembling and fighting to snap closed, even with his own legs holding them apart.

You can feel drool pooling in your mouth, feel his heart racing against your back, feel his breaths puff out on the side of your face, and then you feel nothing except for his fingers deep inside of you. A bubble swells in your pelvis, a pressure building like nothing else, and on the next curl of his fingers, you cum with a veritable flood, arousal spraying out of you as you wail and buck against him.

“Fuck,” you hear him bite out through the roaring in your ears. His cock twitches at the small of your back, a wet warmth gathering on your tank that can only mean he came with you, and the last thought you have before you black out is God, I’m in love with a fucking menace.

When you wake, you’re at the edge of the bed, which doesn’t seem safe.

It makes sense when you shift a leg and run into wet cloth, the memory of squirting all over his bed coming back to you in bits and pieces.

Your hips and your pussy are sore, and so is your jaw, but then Wonwoo appears in the doorway with a glass of juice and a nervous smile, and all is right within you.

He helps you hobble to the en suite, the bath already drawn for you, and holds your elbows as you carefully lower yourself in. You pout when he leaves, but you know he has to change the sheets so you just sink deeper into the hot water, content to doze until he returns.

You know that when he does, he’ll sink into the tub with you, and wrap you up tight in his arms, and ask if you’re alright, if he went too far.

You’ll tell him that he was perfect, and he’ll blush all cute and pretty for you, and then you’ll share a kiss, your first since the one you exchanged when you arrived at his place.

It’ll be everything you need, just like Wonwoo is.

AN: when i was in high school, i knew this guy and i would go over to his house after school and we would just snuggle while he played video games and life was so simple and nice! this is the adult version of that i guess

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