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mintwithchoco · 3 months ago

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Oh My Girl Yooa x Male Reader + Male OC

Word Count: 8883 words

Categories: smut, threesome, oral, spitroasting, rough sex(?), double penetration, subbygirlfriend!yooa honestly, commission

Commission Details: one quaint sized of mint choco ice cream (8k-10k words)

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Breathe in, breathe out. Control it. Just for a little bit more. You can hold it in, you can definitely hold it—

“Fuck, Yooa… slow it, down, a little—”

She’s far from gone. You can’t stop her anymore. Relentlessly thrusting herself onto your cock is the only way for her to feed off this sinful pleasure. Being a few weeks away from her beloved significant other is quite the punishment, and with it comes an unquenchable desire to give you the best ride of your life, milking everything that your balls have saved.

This situation was within your expectation however, so you were prepared to pull an all-nighter. What wasn’t in it though was how you would have four orgasms, fully filling up her cock hungry soul in a span of three hours. To say that you were exhausted was an understatement—you felt like you were on the borderline of passing out as the constant streams of euphoria registers into your whole body.

Both of your crotches were in complete mess. Your cum was literally leaking out of the horny girl, who just couldn't keep her mouth shut, resonating the room with her moans. With a piercing screech, she makes one last powerful thrust and sprays her climax juice all over your cock.

Now that she’s laying almost lifeless on your torso, surely this enthralling scene would come to an end right?

Before you could even think about sleeping with your cock still inside her dripping cunt, she rises up once again after whispering into your ear these three sinful words, “Cum for me.” This instantly sparked something inside your brain to force everything you have left to tend to your lover’s demand. You hold her by the waist, steadily supporting her body moving against you. The friction proved to be effective as you were driving closer and closer to your peak.

“Yes, yes, yes, fucking cum for me!”

“Fuuuuck, Yooa!”

You let Yooa sink deep into your lap as you violently let out everything that you had—two thick shots of cum smearing her insides, adding towards the already unreasonable amount. Her head falls backwards, letting herself fully enjoy the feeling of being stuffed with your semen until she finally collapses onto you due to exhaustion. Meanwhile, it was a challenge for you to regain your composure after that intense session, especially with Yooa hugging you so tightly. Yet, you didn’t utter any complaints. A satisfied smile from your beautiful girlfriend is all you need to feel better.

“That was so good, oppa. You came so much for me.” Yooa said, in between breaths.

You giggle softly. “Anything to make my dearest happy. I hope you feel satisfied now.”

Yooa nods cutely, and you reply back with a kiss on her forehead. No other words were needed to end the night off as Yooa snuggles into your embrace, making you drape the sheets over your sweaty bodies before drifting off to sleep.

─◍──────

“...I just feel like, last night, we didn't do very much. Like, I need more.”

“You… want more?” She nods. “So, all we did last night was not enough?”

“No! No, oppa, I-I don’t mean it like that! It’s just that…” Yooa trails off, getting distracted by the ice cream stand by the street you both are going to before continuing, “It’s just that I wanna, you know, try something new when we do it again!”

The two of you are currently basking in the serenity of a much-needed getaway, a perfect retreat after Yooa’s performances at the recent Waterbomb festival. As both a congratulatory gift for her success plus an apology gift for being away on a business trip, you decided to bring her to the resort that she’s been dying to visit for months. Unsurprisingly, she was more than ecstatic to thoroughly experience this trip, savoring each second as if it was the most precious thing to her.

“Don't we always do that? I mean, last night, I came so much inside of you—”

Yooa puts a finger on your lips to stop you, as more people are appearing on the sidewalk. “Shhh, not so loud!” She sighs, before continuing, “I know it was, but it was me who wanted it. How about we switch it up this time, with you picking what we do next?”

But we’ve done everything though?

The intention of shopping at a mall near the resort is put on hold for a while with a stop for some ice cream. While you both munch down on your cold snack, you begin to wonder what your girlfriend really wants—what else haven't you done with her?

For the last year you’ve been together, you’ve experienced a lot of new things with Yooa. Memories of the first date are still fresh in your mind, like it just happened yesterday. You remember being so nervous to even meet eyes with her, especially knowing the fact that a well-known idol you’ve seen on music shows countless times is now right in front of your eyes. You’d have to thank the hands of fate somehow, as Yooa was attracted to your charms from the very beginning, and how genuine you are going into this relationship after being tested with the cons of her busy idol life.

Yooa suddenly whines at your tense expression. “Don’t think about it too much, oppa! I’m still very happy, and that's all that matters. Let's just enjoy this trip to the fullest, okay?”

She's right. Your focus should be on this trip that you have thoughtfully planned out purely for both of you. You then grab her hand swiftly and lead her through your next agenda. Before you know it, you both are already walking around the mall, your eyes left to scatter around for some interesting place to shop at. Eventually, Yooa stops by a dress store.

She quickly gets to one of the clothes racks. “Look oppa, this dress is so cute! This one too! And this one!”

You smile. “Why don't you try it on?”

Yooa then excitedly grabbed three of the dresses that she likes and brought them to the dressing room. It only took her a few minutes to put on her first choice—a white floral patterned dress which flaunts her curves really well and more on the revealing side. When she comes out to show it off to you, you’re nothing but starstruck by her look.

“How does it look, oppa?”

You snap out of your little trance. “Uhh, looks great to me! How do you feel about it?”

“It’s a little tight, but it's comfy!” Yooa spins around while checking out all the details of the dress. “Hmm. I’ll put on the next one.”

She returns to the small cubicle to change into her second option—a plain dark blue maxi dress, flowy and conservative that reaches by her ankles. It definitely looks much cuter than the first one, due to its simple nature. The door opens, and you are immediately greeted by a much brighter look from your girlfriend.

“Oppa look! This is sooooo cute! What do you think?” Yooa says while fluttering her dress cutely.

“Yeah, it does look cute babe! Wait, just stand there and look pretty.” You quickly pull out your phone and open your camera. Taking a few steps backwards to aim your phone properly, you began to capture a few pictures of your gorgeous girlfriend.

“Hey—”

Suddenly, you accidentally hit something—or rather someone while you were backing up. You jerk in surprise and immediately look behind.

“Oh, shit—s-sorry! I didn't see you there,” Hold on, this guy looks familiar…

“It's cool, bro—eh?” The man’s neutral expression turns into a puzzled one once both of you meet eyes, as he also recognizes you. It didn't take that long for you both to find the answer.

“Mingi?!” Yooa exclaims.

Take another look at his face, and your eyes widen. “No way! What's up bro?”

Mingi isn't just an acquaintance; more accurately, he's your former rival. Before you became close with Yooa, he was the one taking her on dates, spoiling her with gifts, and, for all the obvious reasons, shaping her into the woman you’re now with. In some ways, you could admit that they made a great couple, given how happy they seemed together. But in the end, it wasn’t meant to be. Their careers clashed too much, pulling them in different directions. Thankfully, they ended things on good terms, as shown by how well they still maintain their friendship over the years.

You give Mingi a firm handshake. “Good, good. Are you two on a holiday?”

“Yeah, I’ve been away because of work and she's been busy as well, so we decided to just take a little detour here. What about you, what are you doing here?”

Mingi beams, “Oh, this is actually my store! Well—not exactly mine, but my sister’s store. I’m just helping with a few things here.”

Yooa butts in, “No wonder the store felt familiar! Hey, can we get a discount on these?”

“An idol asking for a discount? That’s rare.”

“Hey, idols still need to save some money if given the chance!”

Mingi and Yooa continue to tease each other, going back and forth with each other like back in their days. Surprisingly, you were unfazed by their shenanigans at all. Jealousy has never even crossed your mind. It's all due to the fact that Mingi has been nothing but genuinely nice to the both of you, even going as far as advising you on some things about Yooa in your early days. And like he mentioned to Yooa, he is also not interested in looking for another partner yet, which means a scheme of getting back together is definitely not in his books. Hopefully.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give you these three dresses for the price of one. Happy?” Mingi offers, and Yooa excitedly agrees.

You shake your head in response, feeling the secondhand embarrassment from your girlfriend’s playful behavior. As Mingi sends both her and a staff member to the receptionist for some final adjustments and the payment of the dresses, you thank him for the generous offer.

“It's nothing really. Hey, we should totally hang out sometime. Been a while since we had a drink.”

“Yeah, dude! I’ll see if we can make the time.”

Mingi snickers. “No, no, no, I mean, just us. Boys talk, you know what I mean?”

You thought about it for a while until you caught his message. “Gotcha, gotcha.” Within minutes, Yooa returns to you with a bag on hand containing the dresses. A big smile is plastered on her face. “All done, babe?”

Yooa nods. “Thanks again Mingi! I’ll be sure to promote your store on my Insta!”

“You better be, or else I'm getting killed by Minju. You two keep enjoying your day, alright?”

You both bid Mingi a goodbye and went on to check out some other stores around. Amidst the shopping spree and the almost excessive spending done by your girlfriend, one thing is still stuck in your mind throughout your day.

“Boys talk, you know what I mean?”

It wouldn't hurt to bring it up to him, right?

───◍────

Afternoon soon came around, and you are now lying lifelessly across the bed in your hotel room. Your legs are at the point of breaking apart (probably an exaggeration on your end) due to the whole shopping spree in the morning. You blankly stare at the white ceiling, wondering when your next few events will unfold. But it quickly diminishes itself as the fatigue finally settles in your body, your eyelids growing heavier the more you sink into the ever so comfortable mattress.

Just as you are about to fall deeper into your state of resting, a face suddenly appears in your vision.

“Oppa!” Yooa’s loud voice rings in your ear, making you jolt awake. “Let's go for a swim!”

“A swim? That does sound nice. But—” You stretch out your limbs, before continuing, “I’m all drained out. Maybe later.”

Yooa flattens her lips, looking slightly dissatisfied with your answer. “Alright then, but I’m going first. Feel free to join in whenever you want!”

You flip your body over, sinking yourself into the bed with your face flat and give her a thumbs up. Yooa quickly finishes preparing herself for the pool, wearing a two piece swimsuit that perfectly accentuates her tantalizing figure and bringing along a couple of towels to cover up and dry herself right after.

Before she reaches for the door, Yooa screams out, “I’m going now!”

You weakly utter, “Mmm, have fun.”

The door closes, and you are now left alone in the room, being free with your own thoughts and to do whatever you want. Maybe you will join your girlfriend downstairs. Though to be fairly honest, you’re not a big fan of public swimming pools, so the only reason why you would go to the pool is to just admire Yooa in her skimpy swimsuit. So basically, there's not much use for you to go there anyways other than to accompany your girlfriend. But looking at her enthusiasm even if you—her beloved one who she sticks with all the time like glue—are not there shows that she can take care of herself well enough for the moment.

Eventually, your thoughts come across your encounter with Mingi once more, leading you to remember your concerns about Yooa. You don't know whether you should bring this topic up to him at all, despite Mingi’s open mind and carefree nature. Sure, he has helped you out in deciphering your girlfriend’s riddles since he went through it all with her. Though, this is more of a “personal” case rather than your typical puzzling interactions.

But in your head, there's a voice that tells you to take this chance. Maybe there’s still a few things that Mingi hasn't told you, and this could be the right opportunity to do so. Soon enough, you got a hold of your phone and quickly got in contact with him.

[4:26 PM] You: yo, you free?

[4:28 PM] Mingi: in about a few mins

[4:28 PM] Mingi: why?

[4:29 PM] You: lets hang out, i have smth to talk about

[4:31 PM] Mingi: ight, where?

[4:32 PM] You: at the resort’s cafe, i’ll send you the location

[4:35 PM] Mingi: cool, be there in 10

It took you two minutes to get dressed and be headed downstairs to the cafe. Luckily, the swimming pool is on the top floor, so chances of being noticed by Yooa would be pretty low. Once inside the cafe, you are greeted by the calming scent of coffee beans, the buzzing sounds made from the espresso machine, brewing a fresh shot of that liquid gold caffeine.

A waiter soon comes up to you when you finally find a seat by the window. “Americano, cold.”

“Alright. Anything else, sir?”

“Uhh, my buddy is coming soon, but I’m not sure what he wants—”

“A hot caramel macchiato, please.” A voice suddenly appears behind the waiter, startling the both of you. “Oh, sorry.” Mingi then sits down in front of you while the waiter confirms your order before leaving you both to your matters. “Didn’t think we’d hang out this soon. You must have something on your mind.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “But it’s a little different this time. This might get a little uhh… vulgar.” Mingi’s eyebrows moved and a small smirk began to appear on his lips, already having an interest in the topic you’re about to cover. “We just gotta keep it lowkey.”

Mingi adjusts his clothes, all ears for the conversation. “Alright, hit me with it.”

With every word you let out, you try your best to carefully explain what you’re dealing with while keeping it in sentences that won't make anyone bat an eye even if they heard it. The further you talk, the further Mingi looks amused and keeps asking you more details about your lovemaking life. One after another, his questions grow to become more direct and specific which makes you a bit worried since the number of people coming into the cafe were also increasing. You try to give him a sign to lower his voice, but he brushes it off by saying, “Don’t worry man, no one’s really near us anyways.”

After gathering everything that you have said, Mingi began to give you a few suggestions, some of which are quite concerning and rather questionable. You rejected most of them, given that they were either out of your comfort zone or too much for you and probably Yooa to consume. I mean like, why would you constrict your girlfriend with ropes and tapes just to heighten her pleasures? Your vanilla-esque mind can only handle so much that you couldn’t even bear to watch your girlfriend being in pain even if she enjoys it. A few customers around are starting to give your pair a weird look because of your constant recoils of embarrassment after hearing such sinful words coming out of Mingi which were only bedroom appropriate. Eventually after even more refusal from you, Mingi finally lands on something that piques your interest.

“What about… adding another guy in one of your sessions?”

“You mean a threesome?”

“Yeah, but don’t get like a random guy. At least bring someone that is familiar to you, like a friend. It depends on her as well.”

“D-Did you ever do it?”

Mingi snickers. "Yeah, I asked one of my staff to join in while we’re doing it in the office.”

Your eyes widen, almost spilling out the drink in your mouth before swallowing it quickly. “You serious?” Mingi shrugs his shoulders with a smirk on his face. “H-How did it go?”

“Oh, she loved it. Even asked the guy to come by the house after that.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course! He’s a youngster after all. Just giving him some fun, you know. But Minju doesn't like it whenever I bring someone over.”

“Wait, when you said ‘we’, does that mean—”

“Oh, no no no! It was with another girl. Don’t worry, Yooa is not as much of a freak as you think.”

“Of course it's an understatement, coming from you.”

You began to find the benefits in the option Mingi gave to you this time. It's something that you and Yooa have never tried; check. If done in the right way, you won’t feel uncomfortable doing it; check. All parties—Yooa, yourself and the other guy—will feel satisfied by the end; check. No more double takes, this is probably the perfect breakthrough that your relationship could take.

“Seems like I just hit the bullseye.” Mingi says after noticing your nodding head in agreement. “So, is that the answer?”

You inhale a sharp breath. “M-Maybe. It's the only thing I could imagine myself doing. But, who should I bring tho—” Your eyes then lock itself on the man right in front of you, who was enjoying his drink and the scenery unfolding outside the window. In a glance, Mingi emits a cold yet flirtatious aura, clearly letting you know how much experience he has in these kinds of situations. Your brain overloads itself with various depictions of how you want to fulfill your girlfriend’s wish.

Mingi notices that you were looking at him for a bit too long. “What?”

A hesitant look in your eyes was certain, but your lips were quick enough to utter, “Do you wanna join us tonight?”

Mingi chokes on his drink. His cool demeanor begins to crumble apart as he coughs away the pain in his throat, never expecting the sudden invitation. “Wa-Wa-Wait a minute, are you saying what I think you're saying?”

“I think I said it,” you wear an uncertain look on your face. “Can't think of anyone else that's more perfect for this than you. We’re already pretty close and since we're here, why not try it now? Plus, you can teach me a few things too, I guess.”

Mingi’s eyes blinked a few times, still processing what you had said. “Are y—Are you sure, bro? Like, reaaaaally sure?” He stops for a while, licks his lips, before continuing, “You do realize that I’m literally her last ex?”

“I know dude. But honestly, you’re the only guy that I’d trust with her if I wanna do this.” As Mingi calmly lines his thoughts together, you watch his actions intently, waiting for his answer. “T-That is, if you're free tonight. No pressure.”

“Oh my god.” Mingi rubs his temple, managing to let out a little chuckle, baffled by your assertion. His eyes are quick to scan the surroundings, hoping to find a camera of some sort, holding a belief that this is some sort of cursed prank. “Dude, tell me I’m dreaming right now. Ain’t no way you’re letting me clap your girl just like that.”

“You’re right. This does sound very wrong, but like—” The more you think about it, the more you feel that this is totally an absurd request. Although, the drive to uncover the unknown has been implanted in your head, with the motivation to please your girlfriend’s wants seeding it to full growth. “One time doesn’t hurt, right?”

Mingi sighs, “Fuck, man.”

For a moment, you felt like time is slowing down, eagerly making you nervous for Mingi's reply when actually, you shouldn't need to. His mind has already been poisoned with the sinful thoughts of Yooa taking on both of them at once, how loud she will be when they both enter her insides, burying her face in the crook of his neck when that beautiful body of hers is bent over, begging for more as her fingers grip onto the bed sheets because of how full she feels—

“You know what, I could scrap the idea, we can find someth—”

“Fuck it. Just… don’t tell Minju about this. Please.”

“I-I guess that's a yes?”

Mingi replies with a slow nod. “I’ll say this flat out, I’m just doing this because of you. I’m not gonna let Yooa focus on me too much. You’re the main guy for tonight.”

A sense of relief washes over your body. At last, your mind can rest easy after finding the potential solution to your girlfriend’s request. All that's left is for you to cross your fingers and hope that Yooa will enjoy the thought of having Mingi joining in the bed. Based on her mood today, she might take the chance for a different view. You are also ready for anything else if things go south—you’re used to last minute decisions anyways.

“Thanks man, I really appreciate it. I know how she is, so we have nothing to worry about. Finish up your drink. I’ll take you to our room.”

“Aye aye, sir.”

Soon enough, you both are on your way to the said hotel room upstairs. Check the time on your phone, 6:03 P.M. You expected that Yooa would already be back in the room, but the trail grows cold as the room was still in the same way before you left. It's a better outcome for you at least, letting you to prepare yourself for the potentially life changing experience.

Meanwhile, Mingi quickly gets comfortable as he takes off his jacket and sits down on the edge of the bed. “She’s still at the pool?”

“Yeah, but she said that she's gonna be back soon,” you say while replying to Yooa’s message on your phone. “How about Minju? Is she okay with you being late?”

“Don't worry about it. I can make shit up. Worst I’ll get is a pinch on my chest,” As Mingi moves himself into the bed more, he asks, “Hey, what if she doesn't wanna do it? What do we do?”

You scrunch your face, not knowing the answer. “I hope that won't happen, because I got nothing else.”

Mingi puckers his lips, “Mmm, I don’t know man, I’m still on the fence here to be honest. And if I was her, I probably wouldn't do it.”

Two minutes later, a faint beep was heard and the door opened itself. Yooa enters the room swiftly, her lower half covered with a towel and her hair still looking pretty damp, a sign that she really did go for a dip in the swimming pool. She immediately stops in her tracks when she spots the other guest on the bed.

“Mingi? What are you doing here?”

You walk over to Yooa who is still standing in front of the door. “Hey babe. Listen, uh…” You look over to Mingi, who gives you a reassuring nod. You began again, now bringing her in closer to you by the waist. “Remember when you told me that you wanna try out something new?”

Like magic, Yooa reads your mind. “Is that why he's here?”

“Kinda. We both met up just now and talked about it. And uh, Mingi suggests that we try out a threesome. Since he's already close with us, I thought to just—you know, invite him for it,” you explained. “So, what do you think about Mingi joining us for the night?” You applaud yourself silently in your head for successfully asking her without a lot of stuttering.

Mingi suddenly gets off the bed and comes up closer to the two of you. “Come on, Yooa. I know you miss a piece of me,” His fingers move to caress Yooa’s chin gently. “Princess.”

Her eyes widen instantly upon remembering her term of endearment with Mingi, specifically used whenever he feels aroused. She obviously loved the nickname as well, as it is certain to make her blush even until now, along with the recollections of it being used in their special moments.

Amidst her desire building up, the feeling of self-consciousness lands first in her heart. She knew that she wanted a change, but this is definitely a risky step to take, especially considering that Mingi, her last ex, is involved. His amorous personality is what scares her the most, as it might induce anger within you and worst case scenario, a reckless brawl.

“Have you thought this through? I just—” She sighs, “I don't want the both of you to fight.”

“Babe, I’ve thought about it, and I’m sure of it. If you're not interested, that’s fine by us. Though I really hope you would consider it.” You then hold both of her hands. “I know you're worried about me being jealous or angry with Mingi, but I promise I won't feel that way. I know that I’m the one who wanted this, and I know what I’m getting into, so you have my whole word for it, dear.”

She met eyes to the two tall men standing right in front of her. Her boyfriend has a fixed gaze on her, showing hints of nervousness, possibly because of the unusually long time she's taking to answer his question. While her ex has a calm yet eager look, though deep inside, it probably could be described as hunger at this point, just waiting for the right moment to devour its prey to fully satisfy his desires.

There is no amount of pressure that can match what Yooa is currently facing. She would literally be playing with fire, risking her relationship all for her own sexual desires. As she looks upon their eyes once again, it seems that they’re confident enough to invite her to do the act, especially her own lover, showing how much trust he has on both Mingi and Yooa, even if they are both facing a potential change of heart.

Mingi immediately breaks the few seconds of silence, “Look, I’m not gonna seduce you. I just want you to know that he's my bro, and bros won't hurt each other, mentally and physically. I’m just gonna be your uh, ‘Cock Number 2’ for tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The line of restrictions starts to fade away, as lust begins to take over with trust and devotion coming into play.

She takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly, before her lips part to speak, “Alright, let's have some fun, boys.”

Without wasting any time, you bring her in for a passionate kiss. Her body feels a little cold due from her time in the pool, but you love it nonetheless—she feels fresh in your arms, ready to be ravaged by the two of you. You found yourself falling further into her lips, and the tenderness of it led to an addiction that compelled your arms to hold her more securely. There is no doubt that you are already used to making out with your girlfriend; nonetheless, the feelings that you have are so intense that they could never leave your mind, a craving that is endless.

“Hey, don't leave me out now.” Mingi teases, feeling a little lonely looking at the couple.

After chuckling at his remark, Yooa invites him in to make out with her as well. Mingi shows no sign of hesitation, immediately latching onto her lips before she could even prepare for it. It is certainly odd to see a literal replay of how these two were back then, but you don’t let jealousy creep up into your head—you did agree to all of this unfolding anyways. All you can do now is to reach over to remove the towel covering Yooa’s legs and gently began caressing her beautiful figure from behind.

“Don’t forget your man behind you. Give him some love as well.”

There’s not a single bit of resistance left—Yooa submits herself to the four hands that roam around her body as lust begins filling up her mind in every passing second. Mingi attacks her neck with soft pecks and bites, careful not to leave a mark. You, on the other hand, struggle to find the hem of her top while leaving kisses on her shoulders. After guiding your hand to it, Yooa reaches down to your crotch and cups the growing bulge in between your legs.

“Fuck—” you gasp as her fingers massages your clothed cock, delicate yet agonizing. Although her touch is shooting copious amounts of pleasure into you, you manage to slip a hand under her top to reach her mounds. They fit perfectly in your palm, and you couldn't help but to just knead her breasts and tweak her nipples, making her jerk pleasurably.

Mingi puts a halt on his kisses. “I think it’s time we get more comfortable.”

You agreed almost immediately, making both of them giggle as you complain about your legs getting sore. You lift Yooa right into your arms, carrying her in a bridal style to bring her over to the much more pleasant bed. As soon as you lay her down on the soft mattress, she wraps her arms by your neck and pulls you into her lips once again. Mingi scoots over to the other side, takes off his shirt and joins in with your intertwining bodies on the bed.

He stares stupidly at the full view of Yooa’s figure reflected from the dim lights of the room. As his hands slowly creep upon her waist, he blurts out, “Damn, your body still looks fine as hell, just the way as I remember it.”

“Go on then, take off her clothes. You’ll get a better view that way,” you respond before going back to Yooa’s lips.

“Stole the words right out of my mouth.”

Yooa's top is gone within seconds, and her bare breasts are finally fully exposed to your eyes. Perfectly round and perky with a set of brown protruding nipples, her tits are never disappointing, never failing to make you drool for it every time. Although before you could satisfy your own hunger, Mingi lands his lips onto them first while squeezing each boob gently in his palms. Her body starts to jerk at the pleasing touch, and the way your kisses trails across her neck and shoulders brings shivers down her spine.

“Oh god, this feels, amazing…” Yooa breathlessly moans.

Intoxicated by her seductive tone, you and Mingi continue your teasing, or in one way to put it, worship her captivating body. A connection is made in both of your brains when the two of you dive mouth first on her erect nipples at the same time. Yooa throws her head back the more their tongues swirl around and suck on her areola, with each whimper driving both men nuts and hungry for more.

Your idling hand then lands itself on her midriff, caressing each visible tone of her abs muscle that she worked on for years to maintain. It’s one of your favorite parts about her, though arguably, everything about her is perfect in your eyes. And obviously, the second man in the room shares the same thought, as his hands drift towards the heat between her legs, the main dish for the night.

He slips it under her bottoms, and it is met with slickness on his fingers. A smirk is evident on his face. “Enjoying it so far, hun?”

“You— fuck— mmmh—” Yooa struggles to let out coherent words, her feelings still mixed around by the inconclusive thought that her past and present are on the verge of fighting for her pleasure, morals are being thrown away for the sake of discovering a new side.

Mingi makes contact with her vagina, his index and middle fingers help it to open up slightly, causing more of her juices to leak out. In the meantime, you continue to give love on her upper body, let it be her breasts, arms, pits, waist, stomach, anything deemed to be a part of Yooa is not leaving untouched by your kisses. Eventually, Mingi takes a big step by taking off the last article that’s left on her body.

She moans at the feeling of being vulnerable and sensitive to the two men beside her, with the cold ambience of the room adding up to the cause of her shivering. After throwing the undergarment somewhere in the room, Mingi then moves himself in between of Yooa’s legs, but stops himself before going closer.

“Dude, go for it. No need to ask me.”

Your mind immediately did a double take on what you said spontaneously. The words of affirmation goes straight out of your mouth with no hesitation whatsoever, and it baffles you how a few minutes ago, you are also unsure whether this was a good idea or not. It’s safe to say that you are now driven by only lust in this new experience, and you want to hope that it will get much better, because there are still a few doubts left in your mind.

Mingi licks his lips in anticipation. Both of his hands hold onto her thighs, letting her to spread them apart as he descends his head lower towards her glistening pussy. He breathes out an impressed gasp, and his eyes are now locked upon his mouth-watering meal. Warm air grazes over her damp labia, and his fingers return to tease the opening to her walls. Yooa continues to squirm under your body due to Mingi’s immaculate touch, and desperation is imminent in her eyes.

Yooa manages to reach over to the hem of your shirt to give it a little tug. You catch the message in an instant, so you take some time stripping down, leaving only your boxers to be your cover.

You groan deeply as Yooa fondles your confined erection for the second time. “So fucking hard, and full…”

Suddenly, she yelps in surprise and throws her head back in pleasure. Look to your right, and you’re greeted by the sight of Mingi devouring her pussy, lapping up all of her juices flowing out while gently penetrating her slit with his tongue. It freezes you in place for a second—this is a whole new appeal that strikes both arousal and fear inside you, but to be fair, it was all going in the way that you wanted it to be.

“I need— mmh, your cock, p-please?” Such a filthy request, coming from a goddess-like voice.

Naturally, shyness overwhelms you. But why would you resist any further? It would be a big waste for you to dip out now. With a deep breath, you release your member from its confines, and it springs out hard and fairly warm. Salivating at the impressive length, she instinctively grabs it by the base, and strokes it gently with all that she can. More precum leaks out of your slit, an occurrence that has been happening since the beginning of the act, and it only grows better when it is finally shown to your girlfriend’s eyes.

The moment when Mingi sucks wholeheartedly on her pussy is when you begin inching your shaft closer to her face. As Yooa moans profusely with her mouth open, your tip makes contact with her plump lips and automatically, like a vacuum, it enters the wet cavern. The three of you are now connected in some way, and it is definitely a feastful sight to witness for those who are into it.

“She tastes so fucking good.” Mingi moans. “This never gets old.”

Yooa is clearly getting accustomed with Mingi’s company in such a wicked act, and the same could be said to you, as your erection throbs over each lick to its underside and tip. It’s not a surprise that the view of Yooa’s gorgeous eyes locking upon yours as she takes you in more would drive your libido into overdrive.

“Just like that, princess. Good girl,” you groan.

Your hand having a firm grip on her head is something you rarely do, especially when you’re the one moving it further into your crotch. You’ve never gotten this rough with Yooa before, even your voice has dropped deep, filled with eagerness and dominance. As a copious amount of spit seeps out of her sealed mouth, so too does her vagina leak more, and it’s all thanks to the newly added two fingers thrusting in and out of her.

Mingi is locked in, never leaving any parts of her pussy untouched and unstimulated. Be it with his lips or his fingers, he’s not showing any signs of halting his progress, amidst the suffocating clamp of her thighs around his head and the constant harsh jerks of her figure. The flame of passion continues to burn brighter, fueled by the girl’s wordless wails, intensifying with each of his rapid motions, all to gratify Yooa’s sensations.

A thought comes across your mind, as you notice a small space on her crotch that’s left unattended—a perfect spot for another hand to lay upon. You slowly sneak your way to it, and the middle finger is immediately acquainted with her clitoris as it begins rubbing the flesh delicately. Alongside the vibrations from her mouth as she vocally expresses herself around you, a perfect cycle of pleasure is somehow made.

Disappointingly, the cycle is about to break after a while, as she is reaching her limits. Your shaft suddenly appears out of Yooa’s mouth, her back then arched itself perfectly while having both hands on Mingi’s head, holding on for dear life. Never uttering any complaints about the pain however, Mingi continues his feast like a hungry animal, gripping onto her thighs to make her stay put.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I’m cumming! Fuck—”

Give her head a gentle rub. A little comfort is the final stretch she needs to reach her orgasm, and she cums hard. Her head falls back, as she sprays love juices all over Mingi’s face and drenching the bed sheets. You’re even more impressed by the fact that he didn't falter from the pressure of her squirting, and instead diving right back into it, all in order to lap up everything that she had to offer.

The high comes to an end when Yooa raises herself up to lean by the bed frame, her chest heaving to gather some air. “Goodness, that was amazing.”

“Wasn’t that bad huh, princess?” Mingi teases while wiping his face with his own shirt.

Yooa nudges him on the chest. “Shut up.”

“So, what's next?” you ask.

The man in front of you smirks as he gently caresses Yooa’s chin. “Gotta say, I quite miss the feeling of these lips being around me.”

You couldn’t agree more. “Guess it’s my turn on the other side then.”

Yooa didn’t even get a single word in, and yet her body is already being turned around by the waist, forcing her to be on both knees. The tip grazes over her pussy, still freshly wet from her orgasm, and it easily receives the first inch of your shaft. While you begin pushing yourself into her more, Mingi finally relieves the pressure of his own, revealing his member to the girl's eyes.

His heart races intensely when Yooa looks up, her mesmerizing yet lustful gaze upon his pride is a view that would make any man fall. Focus on her plump lips, and he lines himself right in front of them. It then opens slightly, which gives him a chance to insert his length into her orifice. Though he twitches before he could move any further, her hot breaths grazing over his shaft forces him to leak more.

“Oh god, yes. That’s it, baby. Good girl.” Mingi breathes out.

Yooa’s body arches once both men successfully insert themselves from both of her ends. Dopamine rushes through her immediately, as her boyfriend goes in deeper while Mingi holds her head in place, not wanting her mouth to leave unexpectedly. She’s helpless—there’s almost nothing that she could do by herself as these two men had a chokehold on her entire being.

Without you realizing it, the switch has finally been turned on, as you began thrusting into your love.

You're a changed man. All of your worries have been swept away, obviously by the way you're making Yooa’s body tremble and jiggle with each move of your hips. You crave for her moans, but it was muffled up due to the second cock that's filling up all of the space in her mouth. A slight jealousy invades your thoughts, courtesy of how Mingi is enjoying the warmth of your girlfriend’s mouth, and it instinctively drives you to progressively extend your reach inside of her. You quickly shake it off your mind however—the trust you have for the both of them is strong.

Mingi strokes Yooa’s head gently. “That’s it baby. Look at me. Look at me while he’s stretching you out. Bet she feels so tight huh?”

“Oh, so fucking tight. Our princess is doing so well.”

Mingi gathers a bunch of Yooa’s hair to make a ponytail of some sort, turning it as his handle to begin fucking her mouth. She gags repeatedly as he goes in deep down her throat, drool forming on either side of her lips. With the way things are going, the pet name “Princess” wouldn’t really line up with how much filth there is plastered on her image—lips messy with saliva and precum, body fully sheen with sweat and teary eyes begging for more. For this night alone, she is the perfect fuckdoll for the both of you, her mind has been reprogrammed only to fulfill lust and submit to pleasure.

Thrust after thrust, and she ascends to her climax once again, the vigorous vibrations felt on Mingi’s shaft becomes the sign of her pussy gushing out juices all over you. The two of you express praises for your princess by not halting the pace, motivating her to leak out more.

“Aww, our princess is leaking out so much for us! Do you want us to go faster?” Mingi teases.

You don’t need her confirmation. Your hands are already digging into her waist, gripping them as tight as you can while relentlessly driving your hips. Yooa's body goes numb—she couldn’t catch a break for even a second, as the two hungry beasts are going rampant, using every bit of what she has to offer physically.

Mingi loves this scene. You may not realize it, but other than being the second cock inside of your girlfriend, he has successfully turned you into the complete opposite of what you are in bed before. From being the submissive one, who lets all the work done by the girl, you’ve become the dominant one that takes control over everything, driven only by desire. In addition to that, the possessive side of yours was really starting to show its fangs, constantly asking Yooa who’s her real owner is.

She manages to release herself from her ex’s cock, before blurting out, “I’m yours, I’m yours! Only you oppa—”

You cut her off by yanking her hair, pulling her closer to you. “Did I tell you to stop sucking him off?”

Yooa moans profusely as your thrusts are put into a halt, the whole shaft sealing up her holes, forcing the walls to contract in. Though, you brush it off like it was nothing and manage to turn her body around to face you once more.

Almost immediately after you left her pussy, the neediness overpowers her as she gets all whiny, pushing her crotch against yours repeatedly. “Fuck, please please please, I need more, I need more—”

You calm her down and reach close to her right ear, “I’m about to show you, baby. Slow down.”

“God, that’s so fucking hot.” Mingi speaks out, his gaze locked towards the two of you while he idly strokes his member.

A smirk lands across your face. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Mingi moves himself behind Yooa and wraps his hands on her waist. “You don’t need to tell me twice. I know what our princess really wants.”

The girl giggles as Mingi brings her into his lap, her back resting against his muscular frame. His shaft appears right in between her thighs, and he guides it to the other hole that hasn’t been invaded by anything yet. Her legs shake when the man behind her slaps his cock over the puckering hole, but you hold them in place before the tip finally begins penetrating it. Thanks to him facefucking Yooa earlier, her saliva acts as some sort of lube to ease the friction when entering her extremely tight ass.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Mingi moans.

While Mingi struggles to penetrate your girlfriend’s back door deeper, you move yourself right in front of the two, letting your cock to rest against her midriff. You witness the way Yooa’s face contorts as Mingi brings her down more, biting her lips as response to the painful yet pleasuring act—she’s still so gorgeous amidst everything, and you crave for more.

“I’m going in now, princess. Now, be a good girl for us and don’t cum until I say so, okay?”

You smile at her small nod of approval, her wanting eyes looking upon yours as you line yourself up to enter her once again. It feels a lot more tighter now somehow, due to the fact that her walls are convulsing even more with the addition of Mingi from behind. Nonetheless, you both push through the obstacle, filling up her insides like snuffing a pillow into its own sleeve.

This feeling of being this full was too much for her, and Yooa definitely knows that this is her limit. But she wants to keep going, the pleasure is too addicting for her, even if she knows that she will be completely drained by the end of this. As the two men drive even further into her guts, the exchange of guttural exhales are the signs of her euphoria, peaking at levels that she didn’t know existed.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, fuuuuuuck!” Her head falls back as your whole shaft is finally inside her, and ironically, you try your best not to cum first, the sudden constriction of her walls puts you instantly on cloud nine.

All three of you go stiff for a moment, trying to regain some sense before proceeding with this new experience. You leaned down to share a few kisses with your princess, “Does it feel good, baby?”

“It f-feels so good! I feel so full, oppa!”

Mingi adds fuel to the fire. “Are you ready for more, princess?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, pleasepleaseplease, I need it so bad!”

God, she looks so fucking cute being all needy and whiny like that, you thought. With a deep breath, your hips began to move in and out between her legs, disappearing your shaft inside of her slick cunt. At the same time, Mingi thrusts up into your girlfriend’s ass, and her body recoils with each of his harsh movements.

Yooa realizes the difficulty of the task that she had been given. How can she hold herself from orgasming when there’s two fully erect cocks all up in her guts? Simple answer; she can’t. She’s trembling so much that it’s getting harder for the both of you to hold her in place.

Feeling compassionate, you motivate her, “Hold it in, princess. You can do it.”

“Yes, princess. You’re a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Mingi continues.

She nods profusely. The thrusts now grow even stronger on both ends, as a perfect alternating rhythm is achieved between the two men. Struggling to contain the pressure building inside her, you gave her a little distraction by letting her suck on two of your fingers. It’s evident that her patience is running out as she glares at you with pleading eyes.

“Tell me what you really want, princess. I’ll let you cum if I hear what I want.”

“I— I want— both of you— cum inside—”

“Aww, our princess wants to be filled up! Surely we won’t disappoint her huh, Mingi?”

Mingi snickers, before replying, “Fuck yeah, let’s give her what she deserves.”

The two of you go off on her, chasing the imminent climax that all of you desire the most. It’s getting closer than ever; the astonishing view of Yooa’s holes being full of white, and the extreme waterfall of her delectable juices gushing out. A few more thrusts later, and it finally comes to fruition. Your grip on her waist tightens, holding her in place as you fill her pussy to the brim with your hot load. The manly groans in the room doubles as Mingi also reaches his own peak, cumming deep inside of your girlfriend’s ass, completing the vision that you never even thought of dreaming about before.

Amidst the overload of euphoria and shortness of breath, you manage to break Yooa’s short curfew, “Cum for us, princess.”

In an instant, the pressure inside her snaps. With a gut wrenching moan, you witness her third climax—the most you have ever seen. It went exactly as you have pictured, the way her squirt covers your entire crotch in an instant, pouring out an immense amount nonstop until it soaks up the bedsheets and the pure ecstasy reflected in her eyes, finally being fulfilled of her wish.

“Holy fuck,” you first utter, after a few seconds of just heavy breathing. “That was insane.”

Yooa’s body falls weak on top of Mingi’s, her head resting by his shoulder. He flinches for a second, “You okay there, princess?”

“Fuck, you guys,” she says, as you pull out of her slowly. “I feel so full.” As Mingi also retreats from her ass, it immediately stuns you with a view of both of your thick loads escaping the freshly fucked holes.

You let out a satisfied sigh at her response. The night was a complete success! “You deserved it, baby.”

The mess all over the room was the wake up call to reality for all of you. As laughter starts to erupt when Mingi makes a joke about the hotel service, you realize that it was an eye opening experience, considering the amount of comfort you felt after sharing an intimate experience together. Exhaustion then starts to settle in, but not for the guest of the night.

“Where the heck is— oh, here it is.” Mingi finds his phone beneath the bedside table, and is soon shocked as soon as he opens it. “Oh, fuck.”

You ask, “What's wrong?” Mingi shows the screen to you, making you gasp. “Holy fu—19 missed calls?!!”

Mingi hisses, knowing how much he’s getting scolded in a few more minutes by Minju. “Yeeeeah, I gotta go.” He immediately springs out of bed and dresses up. “It was great by the way, I enjoyed it.”

“Yeah, we did too. Thanks a lot man. You take care now,” you reply.

Yooa pops out of the blanket, “Bye Mingi!”

After you witness Mingi swiftly leaving your hotel room, the focus is now back to your lover. With a strong yank of the blanket, Yooa’s naked figure is revealed to you once again.

You’re not slowing down just yet.

“Huh? B-Babe? What’s wrong?” she reacts.

“We’re not done yet, princess,” you say as your hand trails over her waist. “I haven’t fucked you thoroughly.”

“W-Wait babe, at least let me cle—”

“That can wait. Besides,” you whispered close to her ear, “I’m gonna fill you up again.”

“Ahh! Babe! S-Slow down!”

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note; thank you so much for the commission anon, and thank you so much for your unwavering patience! this was definitely one of the hardest fics that i’ve worked on, but i hope that it was worth waiting for a year! 💀

i still have some doubts about the concept of this story, and i know that there will definitely be some peeps that will not enjoy it because of the dynamic, but it's built itself that way just because i wanna make it entertaining in a way, so i hope i’ve done exactly that :)

special thanks to @ggidolsmuts for helping out with proofreading! as he’s the resident oh my girl stan, i had to ask for his touch and this fic would not be alive without his guidance 😔✊🏻

anyways, thank you so much for reading and have a beautiful day up ahead! <33

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filmbyjy · 3 months ago

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can i req bf niki and fem reader and they go on a vacation to jp + meet niki's parents?? btw luv ur works <3

a/n: to whoever that requested this. i am so sorry this took a whole year to even get around to writing this😭 also my photoshopping skills on this banner🤌🏻 but anyways, this isn’t entirely a holiday with ni-ki as i am basing it off what happened when ni-ki went back to his hometown to perform. this is just assuming what happened, obviously fictional so it isn’t real. just imagine people!

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pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff; idol!ni-ki + relationship au

warnings: nope

word count: 2.4K words

it’s been years since ni-ki got to come back home to japan. years without his parents, his family. he had to grow up quick at 14. flying in a plane to an unknown territory. just to train for a 8 months and join a survival show. ni-ki was terrified, confused and quite honestly homesick. yet, after actually winning a spot and debuting. nothing could prepare himself to confess to you.

you had met ni-ki at a small secluded ice cream shop. it was a normal ice cream parlour, there were a few people that came and go. nothing could fully prepare you to come face to face with a masked man.

“hi, what flavour would you like? oh and would you like a single scoop or double?” you say the usual line. ni-ki looks up at you to order, in his head, his jaw drops cartoonishly. you were beautiful. he clears his throat, he probably had been standing there for quite a bit.

“can i get two single scoops? one mint choco and the other being cookies and cream.” he says.

“okay. one second.” you had scooped up the ice cream and placed it into the respective cups. “any toppings?”

“oh umm, maybe some…” his eyes scanned the toppings. which he couldn’t really focus on since your gaze was flustering him a lot. “sprinkles?” he says with a slight confusion in his voice.

you giggled a little, “sprinkles it is. on both ice cream?”

“yeah.” you had topped the ice cream with sprinkles and went to type in the order into the register.

“total will be $3.”

“oh? for two?”

“yeah. our prices are the lowest of the lowest here.” you say.

“woah. i should come back here all the time.” he says. he catches himself and he felt his face heat up. “sorry.”

“don’t be. it would be great if you could come back here everyday. maybe even bring your friends?”

“I think I could do that.” ni-ki smiles behind the mask.

and so he did. he came over to see you everyday and even bought ice cream every single time. was he getting sick and tired of ice cream? yes, but he would be able to see you everyday.

"so how was practice? is it fun?" you asked him curiously. he shook his head.

"just tiring. sometimes it's fun but since comeback is around the corner. practice has just been something I wished never came."

you had frowned at his words, "that doesn’t sound too fun. being an idol doesn’t seem as fun as i thought it would be.” ni-ki chuckles.

“it’s fun at times but you definitely need to have a lot of discipline to really become one. discipline and patience.” you hummed at his words.

“well, i don’t think i could become an idol. the girls? urgh too pretty. kinda jealous of them but i’m mainly just in awe by them.”

“you’re pretty too.” ni-ki says. you felt flustered.

“oh, thank you. i’m not all that pretty. you’ve probably come across a prettier girl than me.”

ni-ki does that unthinkable and he softly reaches your hands. “you’re pretty. really pretty. prettier than any of the girls i’ve seen.” your heart races at his words. in some way, you knew this was a confession since you knew that ni-ki was being obvious about having a crush on you. he didn’t bother hiding it because he didn’t find a reason to. besides, nobody besides you knew it was him. this was his little secret.

“is this your way of confessing to me?” you teased him. he laughs.

“and if it is, will you say yes?”

you smiled, “of course.” he squeezes your hand lightly.

“then from today onwards, you’re my girl.” he declares. you laughed.

“yours.”

a year passes by quickly. ni-ki had a concert in okayama. his hometown. there was a small period of break after their concert so ni-ki decided to invite to travel with them. he helps you place your luggage into the compartment above. you smiled. jake nudges ni-ki’s waist to tease him.

“ayyy, who knew our maknae can be so gentleman like.” jake smirks.

“at least i have a girlfriend.” ni-ki argues back. he pulls you closer to him and pecked the side of your head proudly. it was almost funny when jake's smile fell quickly and he looked like a sad puppy.

with that, ni-ki pulls you to your assigned seat (which was next to him). he kisses your knuckles and makes sure you were alright throughout the entire flight. since you’ve never really flown on a plane before, you were terrified but ni-ki assures you constantly. the both of you shared an earpiece and watched movies throughout the flight. when he looks around, all the boys were asleep so he takes his chance to peck your forehead. you stared right at him and he leans to peck your lips. before you could utter a word, ni-ki pulls you into a sweet kiss. one that showcased how much he loved you and you can’t help but feel your heart race quickly.

there was a short bright flash and so you and ni-ki pulled away. ni-ki turns back to see jungwon and sunghoon with their phones out taking a picture of you and ni-ki kissing.

“whoops.” jungwon says. “you two were too cute. we had to take a picture.”

“send me the picture later on.” ni-ki says. jungwon salutes and settles back at his seat continuing to watch the show he had accidentally dozed off on.

[1 hour passes by]

finally, everyone arrived at okayama. everyone goes to grab their bags from the compartment above once the plane lands and parks. you had to unfortunately be separated from the boys for a bit as your they were going get pictures taken by the paparazzis. one of their managers followed you and brought you towards another gate. there was a small group of people holding up a sign in japanese. it had ni-ki’s face plastered on it. you recognised ni-ki’s siblings and so you assumed that was his mom and dad next to them. they were waiting excitedly for ni-ki or were they waiting for you.

the manager approaches them and explains to them in japanese before turning to look at you. “this is ni-ki’s family, they will be accommodating you for the whole time we are here as you know it can be risky if you stayed with the boys.”

you nod. “thank you, manager jin. you don’t have to worry about me conversing with them. i learnt japanese for quite a while now so i think i can do well with chatting with them.”

“alright, i’ll leave you guys. i have to get back to the boys.” the manager leaves quickly. you turned to the ni-ki’s family and bowed.

“umm, hi. i am (name), ni-ki’s girlfriend.” you told them in japanese. ni-ki’s younger sister runs up to you and hugs you.

“you’re so pretty! ni ni really picked a good girl!” you blushed at his younger sister’s words. his older sister comes up to you and pats your back.

“let’s bring you back to our home so you can rest. taking a flight can be draining.” she says. ni-ki’s mom smiles.

“oh yes, dear. we should get back. you need to rest and also eat! let me make some food for you when get back home.”

once you had arrived at the nishimura household, ni-ki decides to facetime you. his face pops up on your screen.

“hi pretty.” ni-ki smiles.

you giddily smiled at him. “hi.”

“I wish you were here with me. kinda sucks we have to be separated.” he huffs and whines a little. you almost giggle at his cute act. surely, his fans would want to see more of this of him. alas, you could only witness this side of him and even bring it out.

“well, I’m not unfamiliar. I’m in your childhood home. which by the way, your mom has tons of albums of ENHYPEN here. your bedroom feels like a relic, it should be kept in a museum.”

“oh, my mom let you stay in my bedroom?” he tilts his head. you nod.

“yeah. oh and bisco is here too! i think your mom mentioned that he runs in here time to time because he misses you.”

“I’m going to cry that’s so cute.” ni-ki lays his head down on the pillow. “I’m so tired.”

“get some much needed rest, you have a concert tomorrow.” he hums at your words.

“I should visit home after the concert and eat there.”

“i think your mom is hoping for that. oh, maybe the boys can come over too?”

“I don’t think there would be enough space in my parents’ home, baby.” ni-ki chuckles a little.

"well, i'm just saying. i'm sure your parents would like to thank the people for taking care of their baby boy." ni-ki snorts.

"alright, i can't argue with you on that. oh, has bisco warmed up to you yet?" he asks. you panned the camera down to bisco wagging his tail and laying right next to you. ni-ki smiles widely.

"my girls."

"bisco is a boy."

"eh? but- right, boy." he clears his throat. "been a while since i've seen him. i think i forgot his gender."

"it's your family dog."

"it's not exactly my dog. it's my parents." ni-ki explains. you laughed.

"okay okay. it's seriously late and you need to sleep your jet lag off. go eat dinner then sleep."

"yes, ma'am." he salutes at you. you playfully rolled your eyes at him. he blows a kiss to the camera and you do the same before ending the facetime.

a knock at ni-ki's childhood bedroom makes you yelp, you looked up at who knocked on the door and it was konon. she smiles and points to the kitchen.

"my mom made some dinner for you before we left. she just heat it up, you should eat up and then go to sleep."

"oh, thank you." you say and konon leaves. you had gone to eat outside, bisco quietly follows you around as you had settled on the couch to eat. he lays his head comfortably on your lap. which was a little surprising considering you weren't someone bisco was familiar with.

after finishing up with dinner, you had cleaned up the plate and gone to sleep. once again, bisco had followed you into ni-ki's childhood room.

the next day, you and ni-ki's family were going over to the stadium. you'd think that you were just going to simply watch the concert but no. right before the concert, just hours before, you were brought backstage. ni-ki hugs you tightly.

"hi baby." he whispers in your ears. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

"hi." you replied. there was a furball following you around. stopping right at your ankles. "oh, bisco." you had picked him up. he doesn't exactly remember ni-ki since after all it's been years and ni-ki was different now then how he was back then at 14.

bisco looks up at ni-ki then looks away. ni-ki pouts and lets bisco smell his hand. maybe he would remember in a way. unfortunately, not at all. "maybe give him some time?" you say. ni-ki sighs.

"yeah, i know. this little furball is such a shit head. love him though." he ruffles the tiny dog before going over to his parents and hugging the both of them.

as time passes, the boys had to start their concert and so you and ni-ki's family had moved over to the designated seats that you guys were generously given. everyone around you (the engenes) were excitedly and patiently waiting for the concert to start. the lights dimmed and the concert starts.

there was a 7 clear silhouettes seen in the dark and everyone starts yelling. the song starts playing and that is truly when the chaos ensues. you were a little shocked by the yelling and screaming since you've never exactly seen this happen all the time. as time passes by, the boys were starting to wind down. they were talking about how fun they had.

"engenes!! thank you for enjoying today's concert. we will be sure to back next year for another concert here in okayama." jungwon says.

ni-ki picks up his mic, "engenes, i'm really thankful for every one of you for making my dream come true. i get to perform in my hometown and in front of my parents. there is something i have to confess though."

the stadium gets a little silent as ni-ki prepares what to say. "this may be controversial to say as an idol in a boy group. many of you might hate me. that is fine. you can't hate on enhypen. i-" he takes a deep breath in. "i have someone that i truly love. she's here and she's watching me perform in front of everyone that i love and care about. it would be great if you could also show her some love. she deserves the world. she managed to bring out the stronger version of myself today."

everyone was cheering. the boys weren't expecting for ni-ki to have revealed his relationship but they were still proud of him. he stood up for himself. they also knew this would impact the way k-pop was in a way. the culture and mindset behind dating.

"thank you engenes, i love you." he shyly showed a heart to the crowd.

after the concert ends, ni-ki's family and you had gone backstage again. you had ran up to ni-ki despite him still sweaty after the concert. he accepts your hug and held you tight.

"you've cause quite the stir, riki." you say as your voice was muffled due to his clothes. he laughs.

"i know but i had to let everyone know i'm madly in love with you." he says. you felt him peck the top of your head.

"what if they bullied you out of the group? you know how they are now with dating scandals." you asked him.

"don't worry, if the company doesn't do anything. i will. i'll kick whatever they send to HYBE and then throw it in the trash."

you laughed a little. "you're so adorable."

"not as adorable as you." he tilts your chin up and little and leans down to peck your lips. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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ask-nightmares-castle · 11 months ago

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(OOHHHH EM GEE YOUR DESIGNS ARE SO MARSHMALLOWY I WANT TO EAT THEM >:] /POS !!)

Do the Poly hang out at Ccino's at all? If they do, what kinda drinks / food do they order?

(PS; Tell Ccino I said hi :33 (<- Ccino appreciator))

Ccino: ah.. they’re regulars. See, me and Night have this deal- where (since my AU is considered a safe zone and no violence is allowed there), Him and her team get unlimited free coffee, and she enforces the rules using.. whatever dark magic he has. I never got too into the details. He takes care of me, so I take care of him and his partners.

That’s not to say that I don’t get involved every now and then, but that’s the basic version.

As for orders, I’ll split this up.

-Night always orders a mint chocolate chip milkshake, and a croissant. I change up the croissant types from time to time, but she always gets them.

-Dust just orders chocolate milk for some reason, which isn’t actually on the menu, but it’s so easy to make that I don’t protest. If they were to get food, they’d usually get a cookie or some other sweet.

-Killer aims for the most caffeinated thing currently available- which I really don’t think he needs -and a piece of lemon cake.

-Cross gets a choco-taco, and nothing else. I try to tell the boy to have some milk, but he runs away when I try to offer it to him.. weird.

-Bear is my favorite aside from Night. He just has an entire chocolate cake, which is pretty proportionate for his size, and he brings his own mug for me to fill with plain black coffee. The special thing about him though, is that he refuses to sit down and eat without making me sit with him, and feeding me a portion of his cake. It’s cute, and definitely a nice break, but it does tend to cause issues when the shop is busy, heh.

And last but not least- hello! I wish I could talk to you more, but it takes such a long time to deliver these messages.. well, I hope you have a good day! Or night.. Time is pretty ambiguous across multiverses.

#utmv #ask blog #bad sans poly #bad sanses #utmv fandom #ask the poly #utau #ccinomare #ccino sans #ccino’s cafe #OTHER PERSON WHO ASKED THIS #IM SORRY I NEVER ANSWERED IT #THIS IS YOUR ANSWER TOO OK #ok #love u #Scottish fold Ccino

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bambisnc · 1 year ago

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!

'RING!!!'

you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.

that totally worked out well huh?

as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.

your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.

before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.

and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.

you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"

"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.

"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"

"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"

"the jury?"

"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."

you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.

the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"

"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."

there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.

"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"

he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.

“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”

yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.

“..no. of course not.”

sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”

you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.

“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.

“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”

“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.

for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.

and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.

his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”

a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.

you blink. once, twice.

change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”

old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

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gingerteafairy · 4 months ago

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veins of the forgotten (dean winchester x reader)

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tags n warning: blood,violence,kissing,sx tension,flashbacks,guns and all,cursing, grammar mistakes,ANGST!!.word count: 5.7k

“She’s the witch.”

Dean felt his blood run cold at your words. He felt like the air was stolen from his lungs, and his heart was beating faster than it had in his entire life. He knew you were capable, and if you said she was the witch, he believed you. He glared at the woman, a newfound determination coursing through his veins as he pointed his gun at her.

"Stop right there, you fucking bitch." He warned, his voice low and steady.

“Oh, shut up.” The woman commanded. “For your information, my name it's Cecilia and I'm here to get my daughter back, you're not necessary. But thanks for bringing her to me in that junk. Have a nice trip.”

Dean's body felt like it was on fire as he was thrown back hard by the witch's magic. He hit the ground hard, cursing under his breath as he tried to catch his breath. You looked up, eyes going wide in panic at the sight of the witch approaching, your heart racing so fast she could hear it in her ears.

“You're so tense, darling. Wanna hear a lullaby?” She questioned, smiling warmly. “No, better. Wanna get home so you can eat my cookies? I made your favorite. Choco mint.”

“What do you want?” you inquired, the grip on your cold gun firmer. “Why did you do that to those kids?”

“I wanted to call you, sweetie.” She cooed, standing in front of you pouting. “You never listen to me, I had to do something. And this boyfriend of yours…Jesus, you couldn't choose something better? These Winchesters are lame. They killed dozens of us.”

“They didn't deserve it.” you said seriously, taking a step back. “Those kids you sacrificed.”

"I know, but you went away for so long and mommy needed lunch, baby" she explained, tilting her head in an innocence that boiled your blood.

"Mommy?" You echoed disgusted, feeling your stomach twist into knots. The curling made you nauseous, it seemed like a sizzle in your head, trying to get in at any cost.

"What... What are you talking about?" He demanded, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

“Can't you just shut the fuck up, Winchester?” She growled and Dean felt his breath caught in his throat, his body going completely silent as the witch cast the spell, causing his vocal chords to freeze. “Better. Sorry about the cursing, sweetie. Mommy is nervous.”

“What the hell!” You screamed, crawling to Dean, cupping his head in your hands. “Undo it, you crazy bitch!” You shouted in so much hate that your throat ached.

"Is it manner to talk to your mother?" she shouted back, the simple stomp of her feet made the ground tremble as an earthquake. She flew and took your hair on her hands, pulling it as you cried. “You gotta learn how to talk to me sweetie. I killed all those kids because of you and that's how you thank me? Though leaving you with that bastard could make you learn something.”

You growled, standing tall and slapping her hand. You pointed the gun and shot multiple times, as she screamed, agonizing as the smoke confused her vision. The warmth of the gun contrastic to the coldness of your hand exploded into something more, a rope evolved her body as you bent to her figure, widening your eyes when you saw her cut your rope with huge invisible scissors that came from her hands, giggling.

She smiled, coughing blood, cleaning with the back of her hand as she stood up, approaching your scared being.

“Come on. That’s not how mommy taught you.” She hummed, arranging her beautiful long, jet-black hair. She was intact and wonderful, beautiful in that bewitching glory.

“How… How'd you survive?” You gulped, stepping back.

"I couldn't expect anything less from your useless father. Buckley can't even handle his own research without your powers. Let me refresh your memory." She begins, her scarlet lips moving into a tempting smile. “You have to breathe, hold on to that little net in your soul and…”

She hits you, which makes you crash into a tree meters away. You cough up blood, struggling to get up, when you feel invisible, warm hands lifting you up and holding you in place, wiping away your blood.

“Mommy was too quick with that one… Sorry, baby” she whined, crossing her arms when she saw you staggering to stay on your feet, cutting the invisible hands with your own threads. “Look… how beautiful. She’s even learned how to move. Looks like that worthless father of yours taught you something.”

“He taught me a lot more than you did, bitch.” You growled, raising your hands in a twisting motion, watching the woman’s left arm twist like a rag.

“Ouch! You…” She screamed, raising her right arm to strangle your neck and throw you to the side. She stepped, bending to caress your cheek. “That’s not how I taught you, Papilio.”

You widen your eyes. Papilio. The name echoed in your soul like a scream, distracting you and leaving you vulnerable to her next punch.

“Forestis.” You whispered, seeing the older woman freeze in place. Which gave you the advantage to throw another blow, but she dodged and immobilized you, getting closer. “That’s your name, isn’t it? Not Cecilia.”

“Yes, Papilio.” She smiled proudly, touching your face. But you didn’t let it go, biting Forestis’ finger, ripping it off on the floor as you spat. “That bastard made you wild. You bit mommy!”

You howl, landing her on the floor to punch her face. “Stop. Fucking. Saying. You’re. My. Mother.” You paused between punches and slaps, lifting her by the collar of her dark dress. Some words ran through your mind and you instantly knew exactly what they were. The spell to release Dean.

"You were the most beautiful of all when you were born. The butterflies flew and that's how I named you my butterfly.” she presented as she gasped for air.

“What…what are you even saying…?” You weep, attempting to stomp her head on the ground, but something deeper stopped you.

“Your grandfather, the genius.” She continued, couching. “He made me abandon you. Saying your whole existence was a curse that he had to end. So I gave you to humans. I'm sorry for that.”

"Forestis. No... stay with me. Forestis!" You begged, slapping her face as she insisted on trying to get a long sleep. "Tell me more, I need to know more. Who am I?"

“I'm so proud of you, Papilio.” she squeaks as your lips move to spell the words she was putting on your head, to free Dean from his curse of being shut. “Yes… keep going. Just as I reached you. Just as mommy taught you.”

“Stop!” You shriek, taking his own scissors on her hand to place it threading on her throat, while your grip suffocated her neck. “Stop or I'll kill you.”

“Bellum” She belly laughed, a single drop of tear sparkling like a pearl ran down her purple eyes. “Te desideravi, cara. Fortis es.”

You froze, her cold body slipping through your fingers, scissors and ropes disappearing. Then, you remembered those violet eyes staring at you from the crib, the Latin lullaby she sang as you slept in peaceful tranquility. The threads that stitched your clothes, the butterflies dancing in the garden while she hung the laundry with birds and bears. How she spoke through your mind, without a single word, that was how she whispered the spell. Telepathy. You were a witch.

“Quam suavis est esse filiam tuam.”You recited the words, feeling the thick tears cover your face, falling softly onto her serene features, that deep purple, like the amethyst of her tiara. “Mother…I… Why’d you leave me?”

"You were so deeply loved…" she smiled faintly, her fingers cold and trembling as they brushed against your face, yet holding a magic warmth between them.

“Why’d you leave me with him? Why’d you not take me with you?” You screech, shaking her heavy body. “Answer!”

"I hope one day you can forgive me."

The world turned silent as she mumbled a spell and Dean rushed a hammer on the witches neck, her head falling on the dirt. All her thick scarlet liquid flowed to your figure and face. The weight felt in your heart was like an important part of you that had been broken free, as you felt your body being pulled up by his strong hands under your arms.

“No…” you murmured, as the reality fell on you. “No, no,no, no…”

“Please, calm down.” Dean softly commanded as he involved you in his arms, nestling you. “Look.”

The corpse shone and shone so brightly that it seemed to outshine the very sun, as if the light of day itself had been captured in that single, dazzling moment. It was like a lightning bolt tearing through the heavy, oppressive sky, a flash so fierce it made your heart race with both awe and terror. The brilliance grew until it shattered, breaking into thousands of delicate paper butterflies, fluttering around you in a chaotic swirl. They were the same butterflies she had cut so carefully when you were a child, those fragile, imperfect creations made for a game she promised would never end.

Your mind reeled, overwhelmed by the images—everything, absolutely everything, reminded you of her. You could still hear the sound of her laughter, feel the warmth of her hands, even as she began to dissipate like smoke, drifting away into the air. You reached out, helpless, desperate to hold on to something, anything, but all you could grasp was the fading scent of her, the last trace of magic slipping through your fingers.

A laugh, almost bitter, escaped you. How absurd this was. How cruel and beautiful. She was slipping away, vanishing before your eyes, and yet you couldn’t look away.

"She's dead, she's dead and I didn't even know her!" you screamed, frenetically moving your body to push back.

He pulled you back, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to look at him. "I know, I know. I get it. This sucks."

“No, Dean…you don't understand.”

“No, i don't.” He finally spoke up, a bitterness laced in his voice. “You could’ve died, and for what? A witch that you didn’t know, claiming she's your mother, she wasn't even there for you in the first place.”

"I know what I'm doing,” you muttered with a broken raspy voice.

“Clearly not when you have a death wish.” Dean growled, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could’ve died. I can’t let that happen.”

"Why? Why can't you let that happen, Dean? I have nothing to lose." You exploded. "I have no family, no friends, not even a fucking boyfriend to care for me, I don't even have a home now. Why do you care about me that much? It's because we kissed?"

He stared at you in disbelief “You don’t get to do reckless, stupid things like that. “I… I can’t watch you die, okay? I care about you.” He finally admitted in a soft voice.

"Maybe I wanted to die" you weep.

Dean froze at that, staring at you as you said that. He took a step toward you, his hands clenched into fists.

“...I'm sorry..." You stuttered, turning and passing a hand through your hair. “Thank you…for protecting me.”

He felt like broken into a million pieces, he wanted to grab you, to hug you, kiss and say that you were the most important thing in the world for him. Instead, he stopped. Dean didn't want to be vulnerable. No, he wasn't in that position, he couldn't allow himself. But how could he keep this way of being if you existed? If you changed him enough to make him care about something more than his own life.

“You’re an idiot.” He scoffed, looking at you.

“Idiot. You're so good at making things right." You snorted, taking the dirt away from your clothes and wiping your bloody face as you took steps away.

“Wait a damn minute, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean asked after you, his brows furrowed, taking your wrist.

"I'm giving you some time alone.” you hissed, pushing your wrist.

“Fine. Go, then.” Dean responded, crossing his arms and scowling.

He stood for what felt like hours til he made his way back to the hotel. He needed a drink, and he couldn’t sit here in silence, not when his heart was racing and he felt so damn worried. He couldn't take it anymore. As he looked around, he spotted you sitting on a bench. He didn’t approach, but rather stood a few feet behind you. He hesitated, trying to think of what to say before he sighed, taking a step forward.

“Hey.” He said simply, not wanting to startle you.

"Came back for more?" You broke the silence, mocking, but you couldn't fool anyone with those eyes and broken voice, not Dean.

He sighed and took another step closer, sitting down on the bench next to you, feeling as an ass. Dean shifted in his seat for a moment before he finally spoke up. “I didn’t mean to yell. Im sorry.”

“You know what's funny?” You began in a bitter laugh. “I thought we were soulmates. When you yelled, I knew it was just my imagination. I'm so stupid…”

“You aren’t stupid.” He said softly, looking at you in the darkness.

“I am…” you gulped, standing up. "Come on, it's freezing here." He stood up with a slight sigh, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

You both came back to the hotel, the silence between you heavier than it had been all day. The weight of the fight still hung in the air, suffocating and unresolved. You promptly collapsed onto your side of the bed, pulling the covers over yourself like a shield. Maybe sleep would make things better—at least it would offer a brief escape from the thoughts that gnawed at you.

Dean followed you into the room, his footsteps hesitant, as if unsure whether to approach or keep his distance. He stood for a moment by the door, his eyes lingering on your still form on the bed, before walking into the bathroom. He needed a moment alone, away from you—away from the guilt that ate at him.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as he stood before the mirror, looking at his reflection with a clenched jaw. His hands rested on the sink, fingers white with tension. He was angry, but not at you. He was angry at himself for being the one to make you cry. He cursed under his breath, frustration bubbling inside him as his thoughts raced. After a long moment, he splashed cold water on his face, the chill momentarily grounding him, and forced himself to breathe.

When he finally left the bathroom, he moved like a man with too much on his mind—slow, heavy steps toward the bed. He slid under the covers, but stayed as far from you as the space allowed, the tension between you two more palpable than the sheets that separated you. He was careful not to touch you, knowing that any movement might make you pull away more.

You were wide awake, eyes locked on the wall across from you, even though you had no intention of sleeping. The bed shifted as Dean laid down, and you instinctively edged toward the far side, as if some invisible force was pulling you away. His presence, though silent, was too much. You could feel the heat of him across the sheets, even from the distance.

Dean hesitated, staring up at the ceiling. Then, against his better judgment, he took a chance. He closed the gap between the two of you, carefully resting his hand on the small of your waist. The moment his fingers brushed against your skin, you shivered, and he nearly pulled away, but something in him—something deeper—kept his hand in place.

"Dean?" Your voice was soft, almost fragile, as if saying his name meant you were allowing him back into the space he had briefly lost.

He breathed in sharply, the sound of your voice unraveling some of the knots in his chest. "Yeah, darling?" His voice was low and quiet, the use of the pet name slipping from him before he could stop it. It felt right, though, even as the words left him.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at your lips, but you kept your gaze fixed on the ceiling. You didn’t have the strength to face him just yet, but you couldn’t help but tease, even if your heart still ached. "Good enough to call me darling?"

Dean blinked in surprise, caught off guard by your attempt to joke. He chuckled softly, the sound warm despite the tension that still clung to the air. "Good enough to call you darling, sweetheart, angel, cutie—whatever you need me to." He sighed, his voice full of sincerity as he rolled his head to the side, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. "I’m just glad you’re speaking to me."

You turned your body then, eyes meeting his, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. It was small, fragile, but it was something. "Are you sure you can handle all this sweet shit?" Your voice wavered just slightly, betraying the sadness that lingered beneath the surface, but you couldn’t help but try to lighten the mood.

Dean’s laugh rumbled softly, and he shook his head, rolling his shoulder slightly. "Darling, I'm the damn reason for all the sweetness. I can handle it." His smile grew a little, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were still full of the weight of his own guilt. "But maybe you can’t."

You raised an eyebrow, the glint of challenge sparking in your eyes. "I could try," you said, settling deeper into the pillow, letting out a quiet sigh.

For the first time all evening, you let yourself relax a little, the tension in your body easing ever so slightly. Maybe you couldn’t fix everything right now, but you could at least try.

When you got comfortable, he did the same. He kept his hand where it was - right at your waist. He kept his arm there for a moment, his thumb drawing circles on your side without really thinking about it.

“Feels good.” you managed, glancing up at him. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the shivering you were feeling by the small touch.

He let out a quiet sigh, his eyes still on your face. "It does, doesn't it?"

"is that what you do with those poor women you have intercourse?" you mocked, as it could flush your anger away.

He shook his head with a quiet scoff, almost as if the thought of being intimate with anyone except you felt wrong.

"No, darling. The other women... It was nothing like this. You are not like them." He murmured in response, his thumb rubbing the curve of your waist.

You snorted, covering your face in your hands to hide the blush “Oh, god. i thought you were going to say that ‘i fucked them if you're asking””

"No, darling, I wouldn't say something like that." He reassured softly as he moved his hand from your waist, his fingers brushing along the side of your cheek. "I won't bring up the other women ever again. I only care about you." He promised, his thumb running over your cheek gently.

"Is it because of the line that connects us?"

"That line connects us for life." He murmured, biting his lower lip. "And I'm glad you're the person it connected me to."

"you don't match the lover boy vibe." you joked, smiling when you both laughed.

He snorted, laughing quietly. "I guess I don't. I'm glad you noticed.”

"why'd you stop?" your voice, insecure but commanding appeared.

"Why'd I stop what, sweetheart?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as his hand was still resting on your cheek, just barely touching your skin.

"the little thing on my waist." you chuckled, a grin creeping on your flustered face.

He felt his breath hitch. “Do you want me to start again?" He asked softly, as he started to run his hand along your side again.

"I wouldn't mind" you add, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well in that case..." His eyes were on your waist, moving his hand to run along your side.

Slowly and gently, his fingers gliding across your skin under your shirt, tracing along your waistline. He could tell your breathing changed, which just made his own heart race even faster. He watched you, the way your eyes closed, how your chest rose and fell with each breath you took.

“You got eyes like the forest,” you murmured, your voice soft as you slowly blinked open your eyes, meeting his gaze. You searched for the depth of his eyes, your breath catching in your chest. “The forest I grew up in as a child. With… my mother.”

His gaze softened as he studied your face, watching the vulnerability in your eyes. "I bet that forest was nice," he whispered, his voice low and intimate..

He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, first drifting over the curve of your lips, then briefly meeting your eyes before returning to the soft, inviting swell of your mouth. The weight of his gaze lingered there just a little too long. He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss—the one that had stayed with him long after it had happened.

“The most beautiful of all,” you whispered, the words barely above a breath, your own eyes tracing the shape of his lips. Your gaze lingered there as your heart beat a little faster, the air between you crackling with anticipation.

He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening slightly, something unreadable flickering in them. His hand, warm and steady, found its way to your hip. He traced lazy, absent patterns on your skin with his thumb—gentle, as though testing the boundaries, but it sent a shiver through you all the same.

“Is it the same kind of beautiful as you, then?” he asked, his voice almost a hushed caress. His eyes never left your lips, as if he could already feel the touch of them on his own.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your pulse quicken. A small laugh escaped you, soft and breathless, your chest rising with the sensation. He smiled at the sound, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a split second, before dropping down again, drawn back to your lips like a magnet.

"Is that a laugh, or a yes?" he asked, his lips quirking into a tiny, knowing smirk. The tension between you two was palpable now, and his teasing tone only seemed to heighten it.

You rolled your eyes, a playful but nervous smile tugging at your mouth as you leaned in a little closer. "Shut up," you giggled, your voice a little breathless, the heat between you two making it hard to think clearly.

He was so close, his breath mingling with yours, and you could almost feel the electric pull drawing you closer.The space between you two was no longer just physical, but it was fleeting, fragile, like something too beautiful to rush, and you both knew that something was about to break.

He bit his lower lip, his thumb still drawing patterns on your hip."Make me." He teased, his voice barely audible, but with an unmistakable challenge in the tone.

You froze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of his voice. His jaw clenched slightly as he waited, his gaze never leaving yours, the quiet pressure of his presence making everything else seem distant.

"Is that your way to ask for a kiss?" you whispered, the playful challenge in your own voice, matching his teasing with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

His lips twitched upward, but there was something darker in his gaze now. “Is it? Maybe I want you to make me shut up,” he murmured, his green eyes flicking up to meet yours, full of mischief and something deeper, like he was daring you to act on the unspoken tension building between you two.

You rolled your eyes, but inside, you were fighting to hold back the desire to close the distance between you. The air between you two was thick now, and you could feel it pulling you closer. Slowly, you leaned in, just enough for your lips to brush lightly against his in a soft, teasing kiss. The brief contact sent a shiver through you, and his hand moved to your waist, fingers brushing against your side, holding you steady as if to keep you from pulling away.

When the kiss ended, you both lingered in the moment, your breaths mingling as you pulled back just slightly, a quiet smile on your lips. He looked at you with an unreadable expression, and then, with a quiet chuckle, he whispered, “You shut me up.”

“I think it wasn't enough to shut you completely.” Dean felt his heart skip a beat when you spoke to him, and he felt a small shiver run through him. He chuckled quietly just barely above a whisper, leaning close to you.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" He murmured, his hand resting still on your waist, his thumb brushing over your waistline slowly and gently.

"I dunno, kiss you again so you stop being a jerk." You provoke.

"A jerk?" He echoed, leaning closer, closing the small gap between your bodies as your chest touched.

"you heard me, you just were a pain in the ass during the whole trip instead of kissing me." You continued, driving your hand to spare and squeeze his shoulder, like it held your mind in the moment, making sure it wasn't just a dream. “And you’re being a jerk for not kissing me right now.”

"Oh, I'm being a jerk?" He asked, though he was practically begging inside to kiss you again.

"the worst." you purred, humming when your hand touched his face, catching all the little details about his skin.

His mouth felt dry when you touched his lips, his breathing heavier as goosebumps formed on his arms. "The worst?"

"Just kiss me, Dean." When you finally said it, he felt like he didn't have to hold himself back any longer.

He closed the distance between them, letting out a quiet sigh when he felt your lips against his once again and your arms around his neck. He pulled you as close as he could, bodies touching as he held you in his lap while he made his best to lift his position a bit, one hand at your waist and the other cupping your cheek.

When you felt your tongue against his, you just felt like the world was a better place, worth living in. When you broke the kiss, his lips were still parted, his tongue still hanging out a little bit. He stayed close to you,your eyes closed as he breathed in your warm scent, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back.

"i can't help but think i look like a blender when I'm kissing" You commented, chuckling, followed by his giggle.

"A blender?" he spoke, laughing slightly at the idea. He kept his eyes closed, breathing you in, his thumb tracing along your spine, touching foreheads.

“Sadly, this blender wants more.” You cringed at your own sentence, but Dean couldn't resist by pecking your lips softly the way that made your stomach flutter.

"You can have more, darlin’. You can have as much as you want, as much as I have to give. Everything." His eyes flicked down to where your lower bodies were touching, biting his lower lip as he looked back up at you. He wanted so much more, but flashes of the day came up to his mind, worries on his poor brain. "Are you tired, darling?"

"Oh, this is a tricky one” you giggled, your eyes not wavering from his face as he held your hands, his thumbs tracing over your “i think all the tiring disappeared after our kiss."

He chuckled, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles, his heart beating faster at the feel of your skin. "But you should probably think about sleeping. Can't stay up all night." He added, his head tilting to the side.

You smirked, leaning to whisper provocatively on his lips. He swallowed, his heart beating faster as he felt the warmth of your breath. “Wanna bet?”

"Yeah, let's see how far you're going for this.." The ghost of a smile on his face as he whispered back, his lips brushing against yours as he lay you back in bed. “But you really need to rest.”

“When she left…” you began, smiling as he caressed your cheeks. “I looked at the horizon, dark in the night, and stopped at a pine tree and for an instant, I saw her.”

Dean frowned, placing his elbow on the bed to support his head as you continued the story. “She approached me and I could feel her touch my head, then a flash came into my mind… they were memories, mine and hers, before she left me with Buckley.”

“So the bastard even lied about finding you at the orphanage?” he laughed bitterly, scratching his forehead as he shook his head.

“Not exactly, he found me there, but it was my mother who guided him to it.” you explained, until your gaze stopped on Dean’s orbs. “I think I can do what she did to me.”

“Put memories in?” he asks, feeling your fingers approach his temples and suddenly everything goes blank, until it starts to form a blurry image at first and the focus adjusts.

A little girl in a white dress was happily playing, running through a vast field of flowers. She rolled on the ground after tripping, but it didn't hurt, it was part of that endless fun. It was you, he knew, by your look, by the way you absorbed the magical energy of the place, as if it were yours.

“Papilio!” a cheerful female voice shouted. It was Forestis, dressed in a long white dress that contrasted with her dark hair like the dawn before sunrise, a romantically beautiful sunkissed dark skin. She was beautiful, radiant. Marvelous. The resemblance between you was clear, the magical glow that made you both so charming.

“Mommy!” You shouted, smiling and running towards Forestis who hugged you and spun you around in the air. “I missed you, where were you? Did you come to get me? Grandpa wants to stop playing hide and seek already? I want to see him! Everyone says he’s powerful. He can make an entire person disappear.”

As you shot endless questions, Forestis’ violet eyes filled with tears, swallowing that weight on her throat as he hugged you tightly and stroked your hair, pulling away a little to look into your eyes that seemed purple back then, not the color they are today. “My dear, you’re already 5 years old. You’re a big girl, aren’t you?”

“Big!” you exclaimed, waving your little arms.

“That’s right, big one.” She swallowed hard, trying to stop her sobs. “That’s why mommy is going to take you to meet someone very special, your father.”

You shook your head “you said that daddy Pax lives somewhere else, in heaven.”

“Yes, but this is another daddy. He’s going to take care of you and teach you a few things while mommy is busy doing other things.” She explained, taking your little hand. “He’s very smart, mommy really likes him.He got eyes as beautiful as the ocean. You like the ocean, don't you, sweetie?”

“But I don’t want to be without mommy.” You argued, throwing yourself at her neck.

There, Forestis had to gather all her courage to not abandon the mission. Her father threatened to kill you and her if she didn’t get rid of her daughter, promising that you would suffer slowly for days and never see the light of day again. She knew how cruel her father could be. To him, you were nothing more than a bizarre crossing between a vampire witch and a lover of an inferior race. A disgusting bastard, the shame of a kingdom.

“Mommy will come back for you.” She looked at you again, leaning your foreheads together. “It’s a promise.”

Webs wrapped you like a cloak and a deep sleep took over. When you opened your eyes, you were in a cold, white-walled place, sitting in a red rocking chair. Your mother handed several papers to a pale man with beautiful blue eyes, just as the ocean. It was Buckley. You smiled, running to hug your mother who froze at that exact moment.

“Hey, little one.” Buckley bent down to your height. Beautiful wasn't enough to describe him. Majestic was the world. He didn’t have dark circles, a hunched back, or the usual sad look. He was fascinating, just like Forestis. “I’ll take care of you while Cecilia travels, okay? We’ll be great friends together.”

You looked suspiciously at Forestis who had her face turned away, she didn’t want to look at that. Then you smiled at Buckley, she had made you go to his lap and when you looked, she had already disappeared.

“Typical Cecilia. Leaving without saying goodbye.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Shall we go? There’s a lot of cool stuff waiting for us at home.”

The image blurred again, turning dark as you faced Dean back with your watery eyes. “She suffered.” You added, sighing. “Until the last moment of her life.”

“She died with a smile.” Dean corrected, wiping the tears away from your face, planting a kiss in each eye of yours. “She was proud to see that her little girl became a woman enough to kill her.”

Deep down, you knew Dean was right. She remarked all the time how proud she was, how happy she felt for being with you again. Before you fell asleep, you sent a mental note to the skies. “I forgive you.” and somehow you knew she listened.

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #jensen fanfic #young jensen ackles #jensen fucking ackles #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader

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anitoko-17294 · 1 year ago

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some fun facts about Bitter Cacao Cookie (Aka, Fallen-hero!Dark Cacao Cookie)

@xaytheloser @rosejigglypuff76

Providing you both some more of the goods

His outfit is a reference to Our Lady of Sorrow, a catholic devotion and popular religious theme (Kinda fitting since Bitter Cacao is the beast of sorrow)

He has never actually done anything to harm his kingdom directly, but rather chooses to do so indirectly in order to not draw attention to himself (And yes, this has failed), one these methods of attacking his kingdom includes sending out vines covered with purple flowers that, if you made the mistake of smelling them, you too would feel an endless need to mourn

See that crescent-shaped beauty mark on Bitter Cacao's cheek? This is actually based off a headcanon I have that he had been connected to Moonlight Cookie back when he was known as Dark Cacao Cookie (And yes, Moonlight Cookie is aware of what happened to Dark Cacao, and even to this day, she is hellbent on bringing him out of his anguish-induced stupor)

His senses are sharper than usual (His hearing in particular to be more specific), so even a sudden loud noise is enough to trigger a crying jab in the king

His sense of self-care? Besides showering, his sense of self care is basically non-existent

BONUS: The statuses of the other dark cacaoians (And those who are aware of the situation)

Snowberry Cookie (Oc of mine): Yes, she still loves him, even after he made (multiple) attempts to plunge the kingdom into a literal version of the Great Depression. She tries to find normalcy in her and her husband's usual routine, even if it does mean having to be given stares of concern from the kingdom's citizens. She’s also the one who always reminds Bitter Cacao to take care of himself since he tends to forget about his own health psychically and mentally even before he became a beast

Licorice Cookie (I’m just gonna assume he lives there): Keeps an eye on the kingdom's walls (Along with calming the Licorice Monsters down if they start getting too restless as Bitter Cacao is incredibly sensitive to loud noises). Keep in mind that he’s doing this mostly out of pity for the king, as well as the fact that he had left the Cookies of Darkness alongside Affagato after hearing about the status of the kingdom (Spoiler alert: It’s not good, AT ALL)

Affagato Cookie: As per mentioned, he too had left the cookies of darkness to return to the Dark Cacao Kingdom because again, kingdom wasn’t exactly in good spirits. He’s not liked AT ALL by the other citizens, given how he had attempted to take over the kingdom, as well as nearly screwing the Creme republic over. He does at least manage to keep in contact with Cream Unicorn Cookie, so at least he’s not totally alone. He also tries to help out the kingdom by attempting to cheer the king up, and though his attempts rarely succeed, when they do, he swears that he can see the tiniest smile appear on Bitter Cacao's face

Milk Cookie (His tribe lives near the Dark Cacao kingdom territory, so it technically counts): He tries to be optimistic, but with the fact that Bitter Cacao had plunged the entire Dark Cacao Kingdom into a literal Great Depression, alongside the so-called "disappearance" of Dark Choco Cookie, he's not exactly in good spirits, though he wouldn’t ever admit so

Espresso Cookie (They’re an ancestor to the coffee tribe, so again, it counts): She had initially trekked to the dark cacao kingdom to see their ancestors (Aka, the coffee tribe), but decided to stay in the kingdom in order to find a way to bring Bitter Cacao out of his anguish-induced stupor. They stay with Affagato cookie (They’re basically roommates)

Also, if anyone asks, I hc that Espresso is a transwoman who uses she/they

Cocoa Cookie (She’s technically a cacaoian): She actually wasn’t aware about what was going on until a relative who lived in the kingdom gave her the news, and to put it mildly, she’s a nervous wreck about the ordeal

Mint Choco Cookie: He tries not to let the stress of the situation in his home kingdom get the better of him, but that’s easier said than done

Caramel Arrow Cookie: She's often quoted as the mom of the royal family, as she, alongside Snowberry Cookid, are often the ones who constantly pesters Bitter Cacao to take care of himself, with C. Arrow even resorting to dragging him to bed or the dinner table if she has to

Crunchy Chip Cookie: …he doesn’t like to talk about it

Stormbringer Cookie: She honestly didn’t even know about the situation in the dark cacao kingdom at first until she smelled one of the sorrow flowers by accident and wouldn’t stop crying for DAYS. She often tries to help the kingdom by giving travelers a stern warning about the sorrow flowers, as well as often trying to cheer up Bitter Cacao anytime he visits the Chococake tower by offering him Cotten candy clouds

Dark Choco Cookie: ………lets just say you don’t want to know

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #Ancient beasts au #beast yeast #dark cacao cookie #bitter cacao cookie #Snowberry cookie #Licorice Cookie #affagato cookie #espresso cookie #espresso cookie crk #cocoa cookie #mint choco cookie #caramel arrow cookie #crunchy chip cookie #stormbringer cookie #dark choco cookie #Fyp

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rowretro · 1 year ago

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𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: harassment

✧taglist✧: @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07

✧CHAPTER 8✧

It hasn’t been too long since the kidnapping, and now the only issue trapped in Riki’s hands was the baby issues. Adoption, weekly checks, etcetera, etcetera. He was 18, and therefore it was legal for him to have the baby around. As far as they’re concerned, you and Riki are a happy, healthy couple, who have the perfect environment for a baby. Though one thing was hitting him around the head. Seeing her with Sungchan.

It seems over these days, Sungchan had noticed that y/n and Riki are living together, and so he used this as his leverage, acting all innocent, and sweet boy around y/n… Pissing of Riki in the process. He’s not jealous, god he hates that girl why would he be?. He just doesn’t want anyone else being affected by his clash with a mob. He genuinely hates it, the 2 people he hates with his heart, smiling together. Maybe that’s what’s pissing him off

“Y/n where you off to?” Riki asked, eying her, her hair done in 2 butterfly buns, clothes a little too good to just go to the shops or run an errand “Just going to buy some groceries… Stay and look after the baby kay?” the girl said with a smile. Before she could leave, Riki held her wrist, pulling her back. “No wait for us, Im bringing the baby, we can together.” He coldly said as the girl shrugged. She didn’t bother questioning him as it was reasonable why he wouldn’t want her going out alone.

The girl dressed the baby as they waited for Riki, and it didn’t take too long for him to get ready, but when he came out the girl’s jaw dropped. “You are NOT wearing that. You own a million hoodies and you choose one similar to MINE?!!!” she yelled as Riki scoffed “jeez you aren’t that special. I just threw on the first thing I got. Now get your ass up and let’s go” He simply said, smirking as he walked away. His trousers were similar to her skirt, his skeletal rib hoodie practically matching with the skeletal butterfly one she wore. This can’t be a coincidence.

Oh how bad the girl wanted to rip that smug smirk off of his face, everytime some people walked by, eyeing them and complimenting them “They’re such a cute couple” “their baby is so adorable” Riki just wished Sungchan was there to see them right now, the look on his face. The baby suddenly whined, picking her arms up at Riki. The male sighed and picked her up. “Why me? Why not the annoying one???” Riki asked the baby with a pout as she just snuggled Riki, staring up at him. When the male’s eye’s met the baby’s, she smiled shyly hiding her face in his chest.

As Riki walked around the store, following y/n with the baby in his hand, the girl threw in the necessary things “Riki can you go get some ice cream? My usual.” She simply said as he sighed, carrying the baby as he went to the Ice cream aisle. “I have to get mint choco icecream for an annoying girl. With a baby in my hands, why did my life come to this?” he mumbled as the baby placed her hand on his lips, smacking them. “Jeez- ok I’ll shut up m’lady” he said as he opened the freezer with one arm.

The girl was just going through her shopping list, placing necessary items in the trolley. “Why is it so fucking high?” she mumbled to herself, trying to reach for the honey bottle. Seeing her struggle, a random male came up to her, hand going up from her waist to her stomach, under the sweater, as he got the honey for her. y/n flinched as she frowned at him “What was that for?!!” she asked as she frowned at him “what I was just getting your honey-” “n-no- you touched my waist!” The girl confronted the male scoffed.

“Wow, the audacity to blame me, everyone here saw. I was only helping you. Don’t be too full of yourself.” the man said as y/n just frowned at him, she looked around, feeling embarrassed as the others started gossipping. Around that time, Riki arrived at the scene with the baby, placing 3 tubs of ice cream in the trolley. “Wow. quite audacious of you to think you can touch any girl that’s standing alone and expect her not to react.” He simply said.

He wrapped a protective arm around y/n’s waist, pulling her into his embrace. “Fucking apologize to my wife or else.” Riki warned, glaring at the man as he bowed, apologizing to her before rushing off elsewhere. Y/n would’ve turned around and screamed at him for pulling such a stunt, but how could she when he practically just saved her from shame? Maybe Riki isn’t so awful after all…

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

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reanimatedgh0ul · 2 years ago

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danny @ valerie on the tl after being blocked for like the 3rd time this week lol

honestly feel like the trio and valerie would pretend to get into fights and/or create fake drama on the tl over the dumbest shit or out of nowhere bc it's funny

basically just unfollowing blocking each other making fake callout threads and/or telling their followers they have 24 hrs to unfollow this person lol

#guarantee you that gray ghost has absolutely blocked each other after having gotten into an argument #abt whether mint choco is a good flavor or not #mind u valerie canonically likes it and i think it'd be funny if danny thinks it's gross bc he's that mf who says it tastes like toothpaste #to which val is oh ok so do u not brush your teeth than lol and danny is then like wtf no val what #then she'd bring up the fact he literally will eat anything including disgusting shit that no good person in their right mind should #so yeah lol <3 #robi hcs

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markiemelon · 2 years ago

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mint choco

genre. pure fluff ! no warnings

pairings. bff!xiaojun x fem implied! reader ♡

—{3:11pm}♡‧₊˚ ↴

“stop leaving the toilet seat up when i come over.” you stormed into the living room. “no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend…”

“yeah, says the person who hasn’t even had a first kiss yet.” he teased you.

you were quick to snap back. “well if you hadn’t insisted on tagging along on that blind date-”

you were interrupted. “i didn’t even do anything!! it was like i wasn’t even there!” he rolled his eyes.

your face turned expressionless. “xiaojun.” you blinked a couple of times. “you literally put your hand over my mouth right as he leaned in to kiss me.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly. “yeah, well… i didn’t like that guy…”

“whatever.” you dismissed the conversation.

you looked over to the boy sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying his mint chocolate ice cream. this was a regular thing to see when you went to xiaojun’s house, but you found it to be absolutely disgusting, nonetheless.

“how can you eat that…” you took a seat next to him.

extremely offended, he raised his eyebrows while he turned his head carefully to face you, being dramatic as ever. “what did you just say to me?”

you made a sloppy gesture pointing to the dish of the green mess.

“and what about it?!” he yelled in response to your silent comment. he slammed his bowl onto the coffee table in front of him and didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch.

you looked up at the boy who towered over you. as intimidating as he tried to seem, you couldn’t take him seriously at all. you swallowed to keep your smile from showing. “you monster!” you instigated. “it tastes like toothpaste!!”

“no.” he took a moment to breathe. “toothpaste. tastes. like. MINT.”

and that was xiaojun’s last straw.

“okay, yn. you brought this upon yourself.” he swiftly reached for his precious bowl of now half-melted mint chocolate ice cream, taking a big spoon full of it, and taking it right up to your mouth.

you squealed at the feeling of the minty mush hitting your lips. the spoon stopped against you teeth, the only thing keeping the vial flavor from reaching your tastebuds.

nearly gagging, you tried to run and wash it off, but you were held back by xiaojun locking you into his arms.

“i have to wash this off!!!” you, and your threatened tastebuds cried.

“okay, ill get it off. calm down.” he tried to sound annoyed.

relieved, you waited for xiaojun to hand you the napkin on the table. you were completely caught off guard by the feeling of xiaojun’s lips connecting with yours.

your first kiss. this is exactly what you’ve wanted. but this is not exactly how you wanted it. your head was rushing, competing with your pounding heart. you never thought you would be kissing your best friend, and not be completely hating it, but there you were. you had no idea you could think and feel so many things at once. it was soft. it was sweet. it was cold…it was minty.

xiaojun pulled away from you, his grin only growing wider and wider as your cheeks got warmer and warmer.

he admired your priceless expression. “…i cant let perfectly good mint choco go to waste…”

“what was that for?!” you blushed and wiped your mouth with the back of your palm. “you said you would get it off!!!”

“and i did!!!” he said, completely shamelessly.

“you’re disgusting!” you scoffed to distract from your pounding chest.

“but not as disgusting as mint choco, hm?” xiaojun teased.

he didn’t take his eyes off of yours while he took his time to bring his palm up to your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were seeing this side of xiaojun.

being best friends with xiaojun, you’ve had your fair share of flirting and confusing butterflies. he got you flustered all the time, but he certainly never took it this far.

but right as you hoped for this to be a romantic moment, you would find that it’s just too good to be true.

still cradling your cheek, he grazed your lips with his thumb; that’s when your fantasy shattered. he just spread ice cream all over your lips again.

“ew! get it off! get it off!” you broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

xiaojun smiled. “fine.”

this time, you anticipated his touch. he leaned in to kiss you gently one more time… and suddenly, mint choco wasn’t so bad.

this was hard to write because i love mint choco (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

hope you enjoyed xx

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annieontheside · 2 years ago

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Buck and Eddie: pet names (2/?)

"What about evan?"

Buck almost drops the spoon inside the ice cream.

they're on the bed, sheets dropped to their low waists, two cups of ice cream on their hands. Eddie didn't like eating on the bed but he seemed to want something sweet after sex and he didn't want to get up either.

he takes a few seconds to think about the question, then another few seconds to figure out what they were talking about (Eddie just rearranged his guts, alright? he's allowed some slack), and answers with pursed lips.

"I don't know. no one calls me evan"

Eddie hums, looking for more pieces of chocolate on his mint choco ice cream (it always came with some big chunks and Buck loved the big smile that always painted Eddie's face when he found one). "exactly"

Buck stops for a second. "uh. i don't follow"

"aren't pet names supposed to be like, unique? they're some inner-" Eddie shook his spoon around, trying to find the words. "dialogue? inside joke? between a couple. it means that whatever pet name i choose, no one else will use it."

Buck hums. "but then why do you want to use Evan? it's my name."

Eddie nods, and this time he looks up from his cup. "Buck, how many people call you Evan?"

Buck doesn't even have to think. "two."

"and who are those people?"

he grins. "my parents..."

"and how many times a year you see them?"

"two," he stops before he says something like and i hope it would be even less. Eddie doesn't say anything but by the way he looks at Buck, he knows what he was thinking.

"exactly," Eddie smiles softly. "i know you don't like it. but i think that..." he stops suddenly, his cheeks getting pink as he looks away. he sighs heavily. "i think that i can change it, for you."

"change my name?"

"change what your name means, to you. what memories it brings."

Buck gulps, trying to slow down his heartbeat.

every day he wakes up and wonders, can i love Eddie more than I already do? and every day Eddie shows him his love is endless.

Eddie is not looking at him, but Buck doesn't care. he gets closer and with a hand pushes Eddie's face towards hum, until he can kiss his cheek softly. he can hear him sigh, before Eddie turns around and pushes his lips against Buck's.

"okay," Buck whispers after a minute. Eddie's lips are softly grazing his, and he feels like the world doesn't exist. it's just the two of them. "you can call me Evan."

He's smiling. "thank you, amor"

Buck gasps. "hey!"

Eddie laughs so hard he drops his ice cream.

originally based on this post:

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #ryan guzman #fanfic idea #okay the discussion is settled #eddie calls him evan as a pet name #and used love to mess up with him #part 2

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thr34t2sanity · 2 years ago

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I am thinking of making a part two to this so we’ll see how it goes. Also this is my second time writing smut so if you have ANY tips or if something needs to be edited go head and leave me a comment. I don’t feel like editing. Boo editing. Also these photos are the inspiration for what Mingi’s hair looks like. I know what you’re thinking: “Bro those are 2 different hair styles…” I CANT CHOSE U CHOSE.

Cheer up, Mingi! Pt 1 (?)

Content: SMUT, college au, FWB, foreplay, daddy! kink, multiple orgasms

Pairing: Dom! Mingi X fem sub reader

Summary: You told him to study for the upcoming exam, but he told you not to worry because: “I got this.” Long story short, the only thing Song Mingi got was a 58%. He has been sulking all day and you’ve decided you had enough. Your goal by the end of the night is to him happy. Mission mingimpossible is a go!

You sigh loudly as you approach Mingi at the university’s cafe tables. He was slumped over with his face burried into his arms. However, you did not need to see his face to know that his (already sad-puppy-dog) eyes were glossed over with disappointment.

“Mingi,” you try gently. “ I got you some watermelon punch.” He doesn’t even twitch. “Mingi. Meeeangi. Minki. Minki mouse. Meeeeeeaaan-“

“Shut up.” His muffled voice had cut you off, but he finally shifts his head towards you. “Thank you for the drink, now go away.” You frown, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“How can I go away when I just spent $6 on a drink for an ungrateful dick, who might not even drink it anways because he is a bad friend.” You reply, crossing your arms with a little hmph and turning your back so it rested against the table. You didn’t really care about the drink though. You would buy him a million drinks if he would just perk up a little; but you knew that if you pretend to be upset, it would make him feel bad.

You watch him sit up from the corner of your eye. He looks at you and you turn your head the opposite way in protest before letting out another little hmph. He sighs but begrudingly grabs the cup and takes a sip. It was extremely good, just like how he knew it would be. Problem being that it would ruin his plans of sulking for the rest of the day. Who can be sad while drinking subak hwachae ?

“Thank you,” he mumbles quietly.

“You are so welcome, my bratty little princess.” He cracks a smile, but doesn’t reply as he mindlessly attempts to finish his drink. “So…” You start slowly. “How bad was it?” He groans loudly, letting his head lean back until his forhead was facing the sky. It is at times like this when you are reminded of just how good-looking your friend Mingi was.

When you realize that you had been admiring him for a beat too long, you quickly try to move on. “That bad huh? Well I got an 89% which is not bad, but it’s definitely bringing down my avergage. Which is unforunate.”

“I got a 58%.” You let out an audible gasp before spinning around in your seat. You stare at him in disbelief. “He also left little notes on my exam- he fucking asked me if college was the ‘right path for me.’’ He said exasperated. “Shit,” he groans slumping back down into his arms. “This really sucks.”

You place your hand on his back rubbing gently. You felt really bad for Mingi, even though he definitely should’ve of studied. Mr. Yun was an old asshole who was known for making his exams unnecessarily hard. Mingi’s class, specifically, was a lot harder than yours because he was in associtional statistical analysis, unlike you who chose predictive analysis. You questioned him on this choice, but he said it aligned a lot more withh his major and skills.

“You poor baby,” you say resting your head on his shoulder. An idea pops into your mind and you sit up giving, him a wide smile. “How about you come over later? My roommate is gone for the week visiting family. We will have the house all to ourselves and we can buy some mint choco icecream, and do a movie marathon, or anything else you want.”

The last sentence catches his atttention. “Anything I want?” He wonders out loud. You rest your head on the table, your faces only a few inches a part, and smile.

“Anything.” You reassure him, patting his arm lightly. “Just stop, whatever this is.”

He smirks a little. “Okay, just make sure you don’t go back on your word.” HUH? You think, but he doesn’t give you any room to discern what he meant just now as he quickly sits up. “When is your last class?”

‘Uhhh.. my last class ends at 4:30 today.”

“Okay I’ll meet you here.” He gets up without another word leaving you to ponder over what he meant by not going back on your words. After a moment you decide to brush it off, unusual behavior is not unsual for Song Mingi anyways.

Just as promised, you walk up to find Mingi patiently waiting for you at the cafe tables. “Alright,” he claps. “Let’s go the convience store. I’ll buy the snacks since you’re being so good to me.” You beam at him, noticing that he already seemed to lose the gloomy attitude.

“Lead the way, Monkey.” He gives you dirty look but turns to start walking to the convience store with you.

You huff in annoyance setting down the fourth and last bag of snacks Mingi bought, you get the mint chocolatee icecream out and making a bowl for you both. As you make your way to the living room to join Mingi, you balance the icecream in one arm so you can smack him in the head. “Hey what the hell?” He says looking at you as if you were crazy.

“You bought all those snacks and I had to carry all those bags the entire 15 min walk back, you dickhead.” Mingi pouts, rubbing the back of his head.

“I thought you said we would do anything I wanted, you’re a liar.” You roll your eyes as you finally figured what he meant by don’t go back on your words.

“Nobodied lied. I carried all those bags didn’t I, Princess?” He smiles cheekily, batting his lashes at you.

“Thank youuu.” He sing songs.

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble. You sit his icecream down on the coffee table in front of you and join him on the floor, ironically a few feet away from your sofa. “What are we watching.”

“Grave Of The Fireflies,” he replies nonchalantly. You snap your head to look at him shock. Absolutely not. Grave Of The Fireflies is one of the most depressing films you had ever seen in your 20 years of living. That movie has never failed to make you cry like a bitch and Mingi knows that. Although, he has never watched it with you.

“Oh no we are not.” You scoffed. “Pick something else.” You say while settting your icecream next to his on the table. Knowing Mingi, it’s going to be an argument and you are prepared to him on this.

“No. I want to watch Grave Of The Fireflies.” He attempts to click on the movie, but you jump for the remote. You grasp it and try to yank it out of his hands but he tugs it right back towards his chest. Effectively yanking you towards him, but you yank it right back. You guys go on tussling for a second before you decide to jump on him. Once he realized that you were going to get the upper hand, he flips your positions. Your back hit the floor, both your arms pinned by his hands, and you’re left staring up at a now out of breath Mingi with his chain dangling above your face.

Both of you freeze in place, breathing heavily while taking in the each others dishevealed appearance. You find your eyes wanting to wander and that’s when you snapback into reality. What are you doing? You ask yourself.

“Get of me, you giant.” You say as you playfully push at his chest which barely nudges him, but he gets off. He stands up and offers you his hand and you take it. After being hoisted up by his strong arm, you go sit on the couch fixing your hair and trying to compose yourself. Unfortunately for you, Mingi sits dangerously close to you and leans his head on your shoulder.

“Here.” He says in defeat. “You can choose since you are violent.” You roll your eyes but take the remote from his hands and he sits up, making you feel a pang of disappointment. What is wrong with me? Get it together.

“How about we watch Mean Girls?” He groans. “What?”

“I have watched that movie so many times with my mom and, weirdly enough, with San too. In fact, I do not even know many tims San and Wooyoung made me watch this movie with them.” You snort out a laugh. San was literally too cute. “How about we watch this movie.” He points at the screen.

You give him a deadpanned look. “Mingi, how am I supposed to know what you are pointing at?” He gives you an embarrassed smile and you couldn’t help but laugh at his cute face a little bit. “Here- choose it.” You watch curiously as he scrolls and chooses a movie with Justin Timberlake on the poster. Friends With Benefits? “This is what you want to watch?” You eye him, trying to hide your suspicions.

“Yeah have you seen it? It’s pretty good.” Mingi doesn’t even glance at you as he presses play. He just grabs a throw pillow and gets comfortable on the couch with his eyes glued to the screen. You have never seen this movie, but that title- plus whatever just happened a couple of minutes ago- sets you on edge. You glance down at the now somewhat melted icecream, almost forgetting it sat in front of you. You grab both bowls and hand Mingi his before following his lead and settliing down into the couch.

A quarter way into the movie, Justin Timberlake is going on a spiel about how people should have sex like tennis when he suddenly propositions Mila Kunis. You lean forward a bit, interested in their exchange. Oddly enough what he was saying was making a lot of sense to you, but you were aware that feeling beget logic everytime. You feel Mingi shift as well and you turn your head to ask him to spoil the movie a bit, obviously expecting him to be in position he was a moment ago. Instead he is dangerously close to your face.

“Min-“ You’re cut off by him pressing his lips to yours. You don’t move, shocked by the feeling of him moving his mouth against yours in a way that can only be described as tantalizing. He brushes his tongue against your lips, begging for enterance to your mouth. When you don’t comply fast enough, he squeezes your boob roughly which makes you let a noise somewhere in between a gasps and moan. With new found opportunity, he explores your mouth his tongue and you finally catch up with him.

You two kissing sloppily. Neither of you caring about the drool that drips inbetween you everytime you shift your heads. “Fuck.” You hear him mumble before you are swept up into his lap. You can feel his bulge pressed against your clothed pussy and it made you feel as if someone had lit a fire in your stomach.

Meanwhile, Mingi’s lips have found their way to your neck as his hands press you down on his growing print. You let out a whine and begin to grind your hips into his. You wrap your arms around his neck, needing to feel his lips on your again. You’re mess in his arms- hips moving according to his every want. He reaches for your shirt and that takes you out of the trance.

You stop his hands from lifting your shirt even further. This causes him to look up at you in confusion. “Mingi…” You trailed off. “I think we should stop here.” He raised both eyebrows, then leans in so close that his lips brush against yours as he speaks.

“I could’ve sworn we said that we would do anything that I wanted...” You suck in a sharp breath, you were turned on out of your mind. “And right now…. I decided that I want to do you.” He leans back, placing both arms behind his head. “But if that’s not what you want, we can stop here.” When you don’t move, he smirks at you. “That means you’re free to climb off my dick if that’s what you want beautiful.”

You swallow hard. Fuck it. Your hands reach them hem of your top and pull your shirt over your head. Your shiver as your bare chest is met by Mingi’s desire filled eyes. You almost feel embarassed but he removes one hand from behind his head and grasps a hand full of your boob. “No bra?” He questions you with a smile.

“Obviously,” you bite back. He rolls your nipple between his fingers in retaliation, causing you to whimper softly.

“I’m beginning to think you invited me here with the goal of fucking me.” He laughs lightly. His eyes admiring the way your bare breast fit in his hands. He had a handful but there was quite a lot of boob left to for him to grab. He licked his lips, mesmerized by how your skin glowed with the light of the forgotten movie you guys were watching.

“As if, you’re the one who came here with the intention of fucking me. I was just to oblivious to notice.” You begin to move your hips again, desperately chasing that burning feeling in your stomach that has spread to your now aching pussy.

“Who told you that?” Mingi ask, but you can tell that you had hit the nail right on the head from the way he was smiling at you. You raise your eyebrows at him and he laughs. “You got me.” Suddenly your underneath him, his chain hanging over face just like it had earlier. Damn, has he always smelled this fucking good? You think. But you’re pulled out of your thoughts by Mingi pulling down the loose sweats you hand warn that day.

He gets right to it, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. At this point, you are thanking the heavens that you decided to wear a cute pair of boxers today. You make eye contact with him and you start to feel dizzy. His eyes were glued to yours and that alone made you lose the ability to form thoughts. You break eye contact realizing that you would definitely orgasm prematurely if he kept looking at you like this. He places a firm kiss directly over your clothes clit, before sucking on it through the fabric of your underwear.

“Mingi,” you moan. He stops and you lift your head to look at him wondering why he stopped.

“I don’t want you to call me Mingi right now.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I need you to call me Daddy, baby. Can you do that for me? Mhmm pretty girl?” He says looking at you from underneath his eyelashes. You nod afraid to speak because if you did, you would tell him you would do anything if it meant that he would keep looking at you like that with those beautiful eyes of his. He was killing you.

“Yes I can, Daddy.” You reply, the words feeling foreign on your lips, but it satisfied Mingi.

“Good girl.” He says happily. He manuvers your underwear to the side and presses kisses against your enterance. The lewd sounds making your toes curl.“You’re already this wet for me baby. Guess I’ll have to help my baby out.” He pulls you firmly up against his mouth and begins using his tonge to stroke in and out of you.

You let out a loud string of moans mixed in with the breathless call of “Daddy,” egging him on and Mingi is quite literally eating it up. The movements of his tongue become more rough with every moan. He was only using his tongue but his nose repeatedly bumps against your clit everytime he moves his tongue in you. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on it and making him moan. This sends you over the edge. You climax- hard.

“Daddy,” you whimper softly. You were struggling to breathe by this point. Soft whines escaping your mouth wih every exhale. However, you aren’t given much time to recover. Mingi sits up, grabbing you and sitting back so you’re straddling him again. You can feel your pussy dripping all over his baggy orange pants.

“Oh baby,” he cooes. “You’re making a mess all over Daddy’s pants right now.” He places hands between your bare pussy and his bulging crotch to finger you a bit. You squirm against his hand, still very sensitive after cumming on his tongue. Either this fact hadn’t dawned on Mingi or simply he didn’t care as he stroked your pussy ruthlessly. He presses two fingers against a certain spot and you jolt unable to take the sudden spike in pleasure. “Look at that…” He smirks at you.

Without warning, Mingi began to continously presses his fingers against your g-spot all the while firmly pressing your bare breast against his chest. Your nipples rub against the fabric of his shirt turning you on more. “Daddy, fuck, right there.” You could feel him twitching against you as you move your hips to match the thrust of his fingers. He added two more fingers, stretching you out further. He then skillfully presses his thumb firmerly against your clit as he moves his fingers. In seconds, you’re coming again.

You bury face into his neck, taking in deep breath. “Are you alright baby?” He whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the skin behind it. You nod, unable to do much else. “Good because I’m not done with you yet.”

Pt 2 🫶🏽

#ateez mingi x reader #ateez mingi #college au #smut #daddy k!nk #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez imagines

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heerocks · 2 years ago

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CURIOUS CAT - it's about time

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in high school. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef between them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C. account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

The door towards the library swung open, and Lee Heeseung, who was now sitting at the empty table at the corner not far from the said entrance, can't help but raise his head to look at the new visitor. Well, from the moment he took a seat, he would unconsciously look up every time he heard the screech that the glass door would make hoping it was you that finally came.

Life might be playing with him. Only three minutes have passed since he settles in and waits but Heeseung was sure there are more than ten people coming inside and every time they did open the door, he'll look up. An obvious action telling him that he can't wait to see you.

Heeseung unknowingly smiled at the thought, and before he knew it, the familiar screech was heard again.

He nonchalantly looked up, ready to accept that it was just another random person but then your presence invade his vision, and that obviously caused him to smile. You smiled back at him, waving your occupied hands that held two bottles of juices while the other one gently carried the familiar small paper bag while walking towards him.

"I'm sorry, Am I late?" You ask, putting your belongings down and finally sitting.

"No, I just got here... don't worry."

You hummed silently setting up your laptop and other things, "Oh, here. I fetch some juice on my way here. I know you said the food has been covered but it's good that we have extra."

Heeseung took the beverage gently from your hand but in the process, his brushed against yours albeit jiffy and you swear on Sunoo's mint choco ice cream that there's an electricity that flows inside your veins.

Sparks? There's no way they're real.

Fortunately, you managed to poise yourself by chuckling although it came out awkward.

"I see that you're not with your friends today"

"They're... uhh, busy... fortunately." Why am I getting anxious though? Still thinking about the flicker that you felt with or from Heeseung, your hands can't help but nervously rummage through your things hoping the man in front wouldn't notice that you're on edge.

Unluckily for you, Heeseung did.

How can he not? He always has his eyes on you. His friends noticed it, even people he doesn't know surely did, everyone notices it but you. Heeseung should be worried about your frame gradually shrinking from tense... (figuratively) but he can't. Not when he knew you were affected by him. It's cute.

Heeseung tried to hide his smile even though you can't really see it. He moved slowly while still keeping his eye on you, bringing both of his elbows on top of the table causing him to propped up before scooting closer to you.

"Fortunately? And why is that?" He asks whispering the question. And it might be an innocent little action because obviously, you two are inside the library and people should observe how loud their voice can be but the said stunt surprisingly made you shiver which kind of contradicts how hot your face suddenly felt even though the centralized air conditioner made the whole room freeze.

You laughed, "Do you think it's kind of hot in here?" Heeseung chuckled silently watching as you took your cardigan off and began to fan yourself with your hand.

"I don't know, I am cold..." He replied shrugging his shoulder to point to the jacket he was wearing, "Well, are you?"

Now, Heeseung can't hide his smile or rather he doesn't even try to hide his smile. And, then you get it.

This little shit. Doing innocent things just to rail you up. Why did it escape your thoughts that Heeseung doing 'innocent' things is not really an innocent thing?

You clicked your tongue, "Stop."

"What?"

"Doing that"

"Doing what?"

"Stop smirking!" You frustratingly yelled and automatically someone shushed you from the other table. The nerve this Lee Heeseung has. You apologetically said sorry before turning back to the perpetrator.

"Stop teasing me or else! You're like my friends sometimes, I swear. So annoying"

Heeseung silently chuckled, burying his smile and finally raising both of his arms as a sign that he was giving up. You looked at him for some time, ensuring he wouldn't do anything. And heeseung did that childish zipping mouth as an assurance that made you laugh.

"Oh, wait. I want to show you something!!!" You excitedly whispered. And the man you're with can't believe the sudden 180 change in your behavior, he finds it cute as always though. He's down bad, guys.

You grabbed the small paper bag and then gently opened it. Your hands then seized something inside pulling it to show to him.

"I came to fetch something on my locker this morning before coming here and this was already there. It was carefully tied on the doors and when I opened it... I saw the cutest thing ever!" Heeseung smiled at your excitement. Eyes sparkling as you coo-ed at the origami bouquet that he did.

"It's cute right?"

He pretended to be in doubt, looking at the flower and then back at you. "It is... but it's quite clumsy made, isn't it?" Shame on him. Why is he sabotaging himself? Maybe he just wanted to fish more of your compliment. Maybe, he is. What about it though

You dramatically gasped as if you got offended, "What are you saying? It's the most prettiest thing I've ever seen" Bingo. "It's the thoughts that count. It's the effort, you hear me? I bet this took hours to make."

Again, he can't control his smile. "You like it that much?"

"I love it so much" You replied with no hesitation. "It's so cute. I think I'm in love with them now."

That's his cue. As of now, Heeseung cannot be reached. He was far up high, floating on cloud 9 just from your words alone.

Seeing you treasure the paper bouquet that he did, made him feel queasy. You are right, it took him hours especially because it's the first time he did try to make one.

After Sunoo gave him his blessing. Heeseung spends the rest of the day thinking of a plan to make a move. Maybe it was no coincidence that he was slammed in the head with the origami book his brother had when it fell. He think he was unlucky but looking at it now, the book just made him the happiest man on earth.

Heeseung had doubts. He didn't know what he wanted to do regarding his feelings. Will he just suck it up and be content with whatever he had with you now, or will he take a risk to step his foot forward and closer to you? After seeing your reaction to what he thinks is the most simple thing he can offer, Heeseung now knew the answer.

"You're worth the risk..." He whispered looking at you.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" Heeseung smiled shaking his head.

It's about time for him to realize.

They're right, It's time to confess...

chapter 42 — It's about time

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crumbs-and-creatures · 11 months ago

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[Mod post]

au ramblings/updates

I just gave Mint Choco 3 weed smoking boyfriends(/ref)

Cocoa is chill, she likes making snacks for them, they get her gifts as thanks.

Vampire just brings her wine that he ends up drinking at her house

Herb made her a succulents girlie

And Sparkling gets her stuff generally around food because Cocoa, Mint and him like making food together

I also made Sparkling a vampire and son of Mulled Juice.

vampire lore:

Vampires, werewolves, and mermaids are sister species, and other than land/sea/sky differences, vampires are constantly low on iron, werewolves are low on sugar, and mermaids low on protein.

They are all cursed in some way.

#juice bar regulars #cookie run au #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #loreeeee #mod post

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sammywolfgirl · 2 years ago

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Okay there was at least one like on the interest post so here’s the pitch-

I’m framing this like I got full creative direction for a cookie run kingdom event, will no limitations like budget, time, or executive interfearence

That being said I’m also pitching this as a ‘give devs creative team an easy update’ since a majority of the things used in this update are already designed in some way so this event could take place before a major event like a major lore drop, big anniversary update, etc.

That being said

Cookie run Kingdom: Jellywalkers attack!

I’ll go over gameplay stuff first.

First off this is a two part update like the moonlight Anniversary update was. So an extra long one.

As for new cookies there will be four new Epic cookies- one released in the first and second half of each update half.

No super epics or legendarys, because god I’m so tired of the special gachas one after another! Instead the ‘special Gacha’ will just be an event costume Gacha.

There will be costumes released in theme with the update but also a special Gacha that give character skins with unique voice lines. But they’re special costumes and not legendary. I will elaborate when we get there.

Now onto the characters.

In the first half of the update we will get Energy drink cookie, an epic bomber class. (Also in this post I’ll be using my gender fluid energy drink headcanon so I’ll be using he/she/they for him.)

Energy drinks skill involves her sending out an aoe attack that puts a defence debuff on the enemies, if his skill is used again they will grand a powerful attack and defence buff on the team. These two skill effects alternate every use. And durring the buffing skill use she will go into that green power up energy mode, and her own attack speed will increase for a short while before returning to normal. Maybe this mode procks after every skill use regardless if it’s the attack or buffing skill phase. I’m open to suggestions on that front

In the first part of the update Twizzly Gummy cookie will get a magic candy. This candy is going to be a bit of a gimic but I think it’ll be fun. This candy will buff the critical hit chance for her special making it stupid easy to get crits. Add in a damage buff and twizzlys skill is a stupid good aoe. My girl deserves to be broken for a while. The magic candy ingredient will be “electrifying wires”

Costume wise in this half we open the special guest costume Gacha which iiiiis, costumes of the band of misfits! Costumes for avocado, mint choco, strawberry, and carrot cookie that give them the appearence of the alt timeline gang, their dialogue reflecting these characters and getting special dialogue when interacting with Twizzly or each other. These likely would be event exclusive costumes so once the event is over you can’t get them but idealy they’d be put in the regular Gacha but made rare after the event is over because I know I’m not the only Twizzly gang enjoyer out there! Also the event would hand out rainbow cubes a lot so pfp players will get a chance to get them. Maybe also some costume chests where you pick one guaranteed would also be prizes in the event because I like being nice.

There will also be a new decor tab themed off those unreleased cookie wars jellywalker decor items. With some added stuff themed around Twizzly too. Twizzly gets a decor set where she powers up a neon sign and cackles about it. And maybe also energy drink can interact with it, where they tag it with a sticker lmao.

For events outside of the story we’ll bring in a new event in the first update part

This event is an endless wave survivor. You build up a team (or three super mayhem style, but at least one) and you put them agains an endless wave of enemies. You gain points for the amount of time survived and how many enemies defeated, earning event tokens to upgrade hp, attack, and defender like the boss events. Though no bosses will appear, at most strong enemies that give a lot of points if defeated. The banner event tied to this gives the usual rewards, but maybe add in a costume if you’re feeling creative. Like Angel cookies jellywalker costume from ovenbreak.

In the second half of this update Wasabi cookie will be released. a cookie decor for her will be released in the second part of the event. It’s a decor that’s themed after her lab. Let her do mad science and look at stuff in goopy test tubes

Wasabi is an Epic rank ambush cookie. And her skill launches wasabi shots at the enemies and dealing major crit damage. Maybe there’s also poison damage as an element because I don’t want to add acid as a new element when that’s just poison but green. (The skill isn’t something I’m super happy with so I’m open to ideas)

Wasabi will get her own bingo card event like Twizzly gummy did when released.

The story mode will be attached to the storybook style thing since I like that and why not. I’ll get into the plot later though.

The second part of the event is when the rest of the cookies release. And also the costumes.

For costumes it’ll be like acid punk sort of dystopian themed costumes, they get their own special pull animations like the star ones and rock event ones. I don’t have a name for these yet but here’s the costume ideas:

Candy diver gets a costume that looks like their head is filed with a mix of the jellywalkers purple goop and energy drinks green potion thing. The rest of the suit taking on a blacklight sort of pallet and adding some grunge to it. The description would basically state that as candy diver is a ghost the jellywalker virus has no effect on them. But best keep that stuff inside the head just to be safe.

Wasabi gets a costume reminiscent of or just straight up her Wasabi overdrive costume. Similar costume description too but reference the jellywalkers more clearly.

Twizzly Gummy gets a blacklight/neon costume and listen I just need her hair up for this put it in a ponytail. Other than that I’d imagine it’s something that’d look good standing next to energy drink (this will be important later) maybe give her a puffy jacket and star stickers idk.

Affogato is a wildcard pick but hear me out. Either his costume is him utilizing wasabi goop or whatever as a poison and give him a neon green blacklight sort of costume reflecting that. OR some sort of jellywalker infection. He tried to use this to his advantage and it bit him in the ass. Not full jellywalker but he is clearly infected and probably a liability in a survival situation. But it’s fine it’s just a costume :3

This half is also when the super mayhem event goes live. It’d work as any other super mayhem event, but the special thing in battle would be some like charge to built up an energy drink blast or wasabi blast idk

And now for the cookies! In the first half of the event, a whole new cookie will be released! I’m uh, still developing this character name and design wise but I got the idea for their theme and stats

An epic cookie, support class. Their skill will give everyone damage resistance and a healing over time. Plus imunity to poison type damage for a time.

In the second half we will get Zombie cookie

Zombie cookie is an epic rank cookie who is an attacker class. I don’t have many ideas for it’s skill right now but I’m thinking something that either summons undead mobs for a time or some sort of gravestone related attack like in the puzzle game. (Their revive skill can be tied to a later magic candy release or something)

Last things of note- voices! I don’t have anyone in particular as a dream casting for energy drink or unnamed new guy but I got ideas-

For energy drink ideally I’d like their voice to be ambiguous enough that it could be read as masculine or feminine, I don’t have a strong leaning one way for another. but it’d be Even better if the Va is actually genderfluid or somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum. We love gender fluid cookie in this house.

For wasabi I sort of imagine her voice similar to Eda from the owl house, so either that va or someone who can do a similar impression. But a bit more mad science because it’s wasabi.

For the new guy all I really got is something masculine and can sound very scared, this cookie is characterized by being a coward in a terrifying situation, but is working to be brave. So something sympathetic but not annoying if people think this guy is annoying it’ll make the character unfun.

As for zombie? Similar route to candy diver. No specific voice actor, just grab someone from the development team who can make the best weird noises and you’re set. This thing can’t talk lean into the weird noises. But be fun about it

Last thing of note- as this is a storybook style event like the dragon city, rock festa, and mermaid tale event there will be a sort of ‘settlement’ level with a few cookies and Catnip the merchant. I’m thinking this is a city going on thr defensive, and the npcs are commenting on how scary this all is or worrying about friends. And catnip does their usual info dump and is like “even at the start of the apocalypse capitalism still reigns!..but I’ll keep the prices fare considering the situation” (In game the prices are the same as always)

Now with all that out of the way! Into the actual story

The plot

I will admit I sort of plan to write some version of this event out so it will be relying on some headcanons, but I’ll try to write out this plot so you don’t need them to enjoy the story.

If I make a fic it’ll be it’s own cannon basically.

Also exact details are vague right now so I’ll get the plot points out.

First half of the story-

It’s a peaceful day at the cookie kingdom when suddenly, a rumbling in the distance. It feels like an earthquake and the cookies are confused. But cut to Twizzly gummy who looks confused and then curious. That felt like a time rift, a rogue one. What’s going on? Something fun for once? Moments later another rift opens in town, and out emerges energy drink, who immediately declares this world is in danger.

The jellywalkers are coming, and if this kingdom, no this world doesn’t prepare defences right now everyone is doomed. The cookies are skeptical until Twizzly actually vouches for her. See the thing is Twizzly and energy drink have history… but it left them on sort of rocky terms so energy drink isn’t all too happy to see Twizzly again. She tries to brush it off and just asks what’s up, he only looks that serious when something bad is happening. And energy drink repeats what they stated before. The jellywalkers are coming.

Something something they manage to convince the cookies to prepare defences, the alchemist or someone going with gingerbrave to send out letters to warn the other kingdoms and settlements. Energy drink asks if any other rifts opened and Twizzly points her in the direction of where she feels the big one opened. Energy drink plans to head out alone but Twizzly stops them

“You playing this solo again? No way, I’m here now so I’m going with!”

“I don’t have time for games Twizzly, these cookies are in real trouble-“

“You think I don’t know? I saw what those things did to the timeline I found you in. I live here so I’m helping. End of story”

Energy drink is quiet, but agrees.

So the two head out, and make a plan. First, they need to find a cookie to make a cure, energy drink already has an outline that can be followed, they just need the mind to make it. And he already has one in mind. Hopefully she’s in this timeline… step two is locate the source of the jellywalkers, the comet and destroy it. That will prevent any new cases so the rest can be cured or destroyed. So the two head out,

In a town nearby where the jellywalkers comet landed, the invasion has begun. Hoardes of zombies attacking and turning anyone unlucky enough to be in their sight. This unearthly purple slime spreading and sticking to whatever it can latch onto. The city is in panic trying to flee, they were unprepared. They couldn’t have prepped enough since the source was so close to them. It’s a disaster. This is where we meet the unnamed new cookie who I’ll be calling uhhhh Buddy for now. Buddy is terrified, his friend was turned and he just managed to get away. He hides in an alleyway, clutching a container of jelly water, (imply it’s a similar ingredient to what they are made from this is relevant) suddenly they hear a noise, it sounds like the groaning of a jellywalker. In a panic they hurl the contents of their container at the monster, yelling about not wanting to be eaten. But to his confusion the being who was just doused stops. Is panicked a moment, but that purple jelly melts away revealing… Zombie cookie! It’s confused, and blinks. Buddy blinks too.

What just happened?

Somehow he realizes this zombie is harmless and also realizes even faster that zombie has declared them its friend and won’t leave his side. Buddy decides for now to flee with zombie cookie, maybe it can help somehow? Zombie is just happy to have a buddy.

Back with Twizzly and energy drink, they fight through jellywalkers, the virus is spreading fast, not good. They need to find Wasabi cookie and fast. Lucky for them they run into her just up ahead. Like the mad scientist she is she’s already been studying and experimenting with the infected zombies, trying to understand what this purple substance is and how to destroy it. So when energy drink asks her to help make a vaccine she’s like “what do you think I’m doing? But the extra help would be appreciated!” And then she cackles like she isnt planning some mad scientist excitements once that vaccine is done. So the trio are now working to gather ingredients. But it’s soon found out they’re missing one last thing. A vital agent to properly dissolve the jellywalker cells. But unfortunately she doesn’t have that and nobody is sure what it is. Because energy drink reveals that this varient of jellywalkers is different from the one in their timeline so the weakness for this is likely vastly different.

Well shit.

And that’s where the first half cuts.

In part two we start again with buddy and zombie. Running for their fucking lives. Buddy is confused why the jellywalkers are attacking zombie and it’s like (shrug emoji) turns out zombie wasn’t with them it has just always been like that. Wack. Anyways as the two flee they bump into energy drink, wasabi, and Twizzly fighting off some zombies, they quickly work together to make an opening and get to safety. Energy drink immediately points her blaster at zombie but buddy is like “NO THATS MY FRIEND!” And very quickly explains that it’s not dangerous and they spilled their canteen on it and the purple goop melted away and-

“Did you say those contents dissolved the jellywalker virus?” Wasabi immediately cuts in. To which buddy nods. “Give me that!” She snatched the canteen which does have more traces of this ingredient inside. She then laughs because AHA WE FOUND IT. Energy drink is surprised. But surly that alone couldn’t have dissolved the virus.

Twizzly shrugs and is just like “maybe zombie here was just Uniquely qualified to not get totally infected” to which zombie just makes a gurgling noise.

Energy drink concludes they’ll worry about that later. Now the gang needs to get to wasabis lab and synthesize the vaccine. That way they can cure the infected after the source is destroyed. On the trail back wasabi learns that the jelly water in the canteen is a similar/the same ingredient to what buddy is baked from and looks at him intently.

Buddy is now scared.

But yeah they get to the lab and wasabi and buddy work on the cure (or well buddy is dragged by wasabi) while the rest of the gang protects the base. After the vaccine is done, it’s time to head to the source.

They go to the meteorite, it’s swarming with that goop and zombies. Buddy wonders why he’s here, this whole time he’s been having an arc about being scared and trying to overcome that fear to help, with the help of zombie. This concludes when energy drink reasures them that they need his help.

Wasabi elaborates, seems that buddy’s ingredient is a perfect repellent of the jellywalker virus, with him around splashing that cleaner the gang won’t get infected. So they can focus on destroying the meteor. He bravely nods, resolved to help.

And then we get the final boss who can be like a giant jelly Walker goop pile with thr meteor as a core, get as body horror as the rating will allow! We got the licorice sea abomination WE CAN GO HARDER!

But in the end the source is destroyed and the rift sealed by energy drink (she has some timeweaver scissors he stole a long time ago) and wasabi is eager to send out the vaccine. Soon the invasion is over and all the pure jellywalker monsters are destroyed and infected cured. Things start to go back to normal.

Zombie decides to stay with buddy who’s now got more confidence in himself. And wasabi seems all to eager to experiment on him and zombie.

Zombie cookie is now scared.

Twizzly and energy drink have one last conversation before energy drink has to leave, after all the jellywalkers haven’t been destroyed across all time yet. He has a duty to track it and protect other timelines from the fate hers faced. Twizzly is like “you’re doing it alone”

“…mostly, but the extra help was nice, I’ll consider recruitment more often next time” Twizzly smiles. And says they can visit any time. She missed them.

Energy drink says not to push her luck. They doubt they can stay friends. Their paths aren’t compatible anymore.

Twizzly says that’s no excuse not to visit for a drink or something. The cake in this timeline is the best after all! Plus the gang missed her. Energy drink says they’ll think about it.

Twizzly laughs and says good enough. So energy drink leaves and things go back to normal as rebuilding begins.

Now for the bonus scene! I’ll do the ‘cannon’ one first as In most likely to be in the game and then my own “my au” version for funsies because I’m shameless.

The bonus scene is at the TBD, croissant cookie and String gummy are watching the last scene on a ctv screen before they talk. Croissant is glad things worked out, but worries about the cleanup. String gummy says he’ll get to work on smoothing things out timeline wise soon. But doesn’t seem all to happy to have to deal with Twizzly (give a nod to the two having a connection, sincd the sibling/alt timeline headcanons are popular from what I can tell) have a bit of banter between the two that establishes they’re fiends. And at the end have timekeeper appear, cloaked in shadow, and question marks on their name. They won’t say who they are in the story yet But if you know you KNOW. They simply say to stay on schedule before disappearing in a rift to the ticking of clocks. String gummy seems upset that they won’t help, but croissant reasures him that this means she trusts them to handle things. And back to work they go.

Only comment voice wise here is timekeeper’s va has to be the same as croissant cookies, but have them do a little bit of a different voice (but still similar enough) and add a radio filter. God please I want timekeeper to sound like she’s constantly talking through an old timey radio, snack crackle pop up in this bitch.

As for string gummy something serious and a little gravely voice wise. But still capable of sounding warm to.

This scene is both to feed the tbd fans who are eager for the place to come to kingdom. (Or just gnawing at the bit for tbd content in general) But also to establish what the TBD is in the kingdom universe and game in general. It’s for the kingdom exclusives who don’t know who the fuck Twizzly is talking about and don’t want to download a whole new game just for the lore(tm)

Now for my purely for me ending that will likely be used for a fic. It’s similar setup but at the Neon hellscape. And it’s Stilton and Moldy Butter pretzel discussing the event. Generally similar banter but the subject is wondering when Twizzly can get back because that’s their buddy. TimeWrender makes a camio and is just being vaguely threatening towards the tbd. Wondering how they can mess with them as they clean things up. Moldy is like “don’t cause too much of a scene. Don’t want them to find out about this place” and wrend giggles.

AAAAAND THATS THAT! That’s the event! Maybe if the brain worms hit I’ll make some designs for the costumes or enemies idk.

Thoughts are appreciated and like I said I want to develop this idea for like a fanfic for my au, because I did not put this much effort into an idea to NOT use it for like a fanfic

Anyways thanks for reading I’m so normal about time cookies Guys

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