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dat-town · 1 month ago

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wanna be yours

Characters: down bad!Taesan & female reader

Setting & genre: friends to lovers, college au

Summary: Just Taesan going through it with his crush on you.

Warnings: stage names used, alcohol consumption (beer), shooting-related words but in laser tagging context, light swearing

Words: 3.6k

Author’s note: title from the arctic monkeys’ song aka the ultimate down bad song

@restlessmaknae, the thing is i needed something lighter after all that angst and i wanted to wish you merry xmas with something light and happy because i wish you all the best for the next year as well! i am so so proud of you and i told you that this year's time apart would be a preparation for next year! you won't get rid of me this easy though. love you, always! <3

It’s pathetic, really, Taesan thinks, when he immediately perks up as the pizza place’s door opens and he hears your laughter. He makes sure to mask his expression and with conscious effort at least he manages to relax his posture, melting into the fake leather seat of the corner diner before you get to the table.

Jaehyun greets everybody at the table loudly like always, with enthusiasm and no shame that Taesan could never phantom. You follow in suit, much less conspicuous, a wave and an easy smile, sliding into the booth right next to Sungho’s girlfriend. Taesan pretends to check something on his phone but he couldn’t even recall the time read on his screen because when he looks back up, he catches Hyein whisper something into your ear and you look up, straight at him with a smile tugging on the corner of your rosy, shiny mouth. Taesan briefly wonders about the taste of your gloss and if your lips are as soft as they look. Then he blinks and snaps out of it.

Embarrassment makes him flush anyway because please god, let it not be about him, whatever shit Hyein shared. Still, he tries to play it cool and instead of looking away like a coward, like how his first instinct is, he makes a show of raising an eyebrow in question as if taunting, challenging you. Hopefully, he manages to preserve his cool image this way.

What, he mouths and you silently giggle, eyes turning into crescents.

I will tell you later, you whisper back and Taesan hopes relief doesn’t flood his features. It wasn’t about him then.

You order a banana shake with choco chip cookies, your usual, because of course Taesan knows that. He knows an embarrassing amount of your likes for someone who is ‘not interested’ as he has been trying to convince Leehan almost as long as you have known each other.

Taesan still remembers how you came into his life: how quick, with a smile, like a breeze on a scorching summer day. Jaehyun invited you to this house party at his and Sungho’s place because of course, you were one of those friends Jaehyun made along the way with his ridiculously extroverted personality. It was a small flat, too small for so many people and Taesan was starting to regret deciding on this particular gray tee because he could feel sweat dripping down his neck. He needed some fresh air, so he stepped out to the balcony but you were already there nursing your cheap beer.

“Hey,” you turned to him with a smile, bright and friendly, and he just awkwardly stood there not sure whether he should have gone back and left you alone or that would have made things worse. “Taesan, right?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, still hovering by the door even though you didn’t seem bothered by his presence. He was just never really good at interacting with new people. Especially girls, more specifically pretty girls.

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself as if Jaehyun didn’t make sure previously to make it known like the loud nosy friend he was.

“I know,” Taesan nodded, having no idea what else to say. You didn't seem to mind as you just tilted your head with an amused smile and a quiet hum. Then you casually fixed your plaid shirt’s collar and Taesan, following your movements, noticed the graphic tee design underneath that overruled all his introvert tendencies.

“Oh. You like Nirvana too?” He blurted out, his music geek ass crawling out of his cave.

“Yeah, I grew up listening to my father’s LPs and CDs a lot,” you nodded and it broke the dam. You two still talked about favourite bands and songs, concerts you’ve been to and ones on your bucket lists when Sungho found you at 2AM and ushered you inside.

It could have been the start of something but Taesan isn’t delusional. You got along quickly with everybody, he isn’t anything special. You are easygoing and charming, of course everybody likes you and of course, you had a boyfriend. At least in the few months of your acquaintance you had. Taesan actually realized how screwed he was when he heard about your breakup and his first thought was how you deserved better, somebody who supported you and your interests unlike your snob ex. Maybe somebody like him.

The boy suddenly feels a light kick against his shin and it snaps him out of his thoughts. He’s ready to scowl at whoever thought it was funny to do that but then he catches the mischief in your eyes and his annoyance almost immediately disappears as he shares a look with you over the table, ignoring everybody else. Oh yeah, he’s so gone. He hopes he’s subtle enough though because he would sooner dig his own grave than have his friends tease him for his crush.

Taesan might be a masochist because he can’t make himself push you away. He’s generally good at keeping people an arm-length’s away. He’s reserved enough for people to think he’s not interested and they don’t bother to get to know him better. It has never seemed to be a problem for you, ever since that night you keep finding ways to him. You exchange music recommendations, complain about professors and assignments, laugh at Jaehyun’s scaredy cat ass during haunted house night. He listens to you talk about the pressure of being a good enough daughter for your high standard parents and how falling out of love felt; and you listen to his songs.

Maybe it’s your willing vulnerability that prompted Taesan to show you his music. He’s usually beyond cagey with his compositions, he doesn’t even show them to Jaehyun and Woonhak until they are perfect or well, good enough according to his own perfectionist taste which is almost the same and those two share the studio with him! He’s snappy whenever somebody disturbs him during his producing sessions but if that somebody is you? He pulls his claws back immediately, his rough edges softening.

His heartbeat goes haywire whenever you show up in the studio and playfully pull the headphones off his head, checking the music out for yourself, nodding along to the beats. At least then he can watch you closely for your expressions, using his curiosity as an excuse why he’s staring and it’s part of the reason too, so it’s not exactly a lie. He wonders whether you like it, whether you can guess that all his lovesick lyrics recently are about you. He hopes you don’t, he hopes you do.

It’s an uneventful Tuesday night when he’s deep in thought about rhymes that don’t make sense and metaphors that feel forced and just nothing sounds right. When the door to his studio opens quietly, for once he’s almost glad for the disturbance. He turns around in time to see you sneak into the studio, holding a convenience store plastic bag above your head as if it was a humble offering, a white flag.

“I brought ice cream,” you explain with a beaming smile and Taesan is not one to say no to a free late night snack. He doesn’t answer, too starstruck by sight of you in an oversized hoodie, all soft and cuddly, which you take as a good sign and slip further inside, closing the door behind you.

“You didn’t answer my texts, so I guessed you’re here,” you muse out loud as you sit down on the extra chair next to his, offering him a plastic-wrapped popsicle, then unwrapping another one yourself.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, unplugging his phone from the charger to check on the missed texts from his friends before picking on the colourful wrapper.

“It’s okay. I know how you get when you’re in the zone,” you smile sweetly and gosh, how can you be so perfect?

Taesan’s breath hitches when you inch closer, your shoulder pressing into his arm as you take a closer look at the computer screen, at the audio software he uses even though you probably don’t understand what’s going on there.

“New song?” You ask, genuine curiosity in your bright voice, so Taesan hums and tells you that he’s stuck on the chorus. You know nothing about music but he lets you listen anyway because at this point he’s desperate for any pointers and well, he’s weak for you, so it’s not like he could say no to those sparkling eyes.

He plays the half-finished song for you once, picking on the skin around his fingernails in the meantime from the nerves, the popsicle melting in his other hand.

The too big headphones are still on you when you turn to him with the most beautiful, beaming smile ever when the audio file ends in a hundred seconds that has never felt so long.

“It’s so good! Seriously, how can you come up with lyrics like this? And that melody in the beginning? So catchy!” You exclaim, taking the mouse out of his hand, fingers brushing, just to rewind the audio to the beginning and play it again. This time you’re humming along with it, eyes half closed, fingers drumming on the desk. You look so immersed and so enthusiastic that Taesan can feel his heart ache in a way he’s not sure is healthy.

“There could be more instruments in the chorus to make it stand out more but I like it a lot,” you say when you finish your second listen and give him back both the headphone and the control over the computer before you nudge his side playfully. “You’re such a romantic.”

“Am not,” Taesan objects hurriedly, his ears already reddening. Gosh, if you knew that it’s you who’s making him sprout out all these lines about jittery nerves around a crush and wanting to watch the stars together.

It’s hard sitting still, so close that your knee brushes against his sometimes; it’s hard to concentrate on your questions when your floral scent envelops him; it’s hard not to lean closer, to close the gap and kiss the melting vanilla ice cream off your lips.

Shit, woah.

Taesan sucks in a breath and rolls his chair backwards, away from you. You look at him with furrowed brows in confusion, so cute and unaware of your effect on him that he swears you’ll be the death of him.

Summer days seem endless and Taesan makes some regrettable choices in the name of fashion. But as a proud believer of no weather being too hot for black clothes, he cannot back down.

“Aren’t you hot?” You lean closer to talk over the loud music and Taesan immediately feels warmer. If he was Jaehyun, he would make a joke out of it, asking if you found him hot with wiggled eyebrows but he’s not that shameless.

“Nah, I’m good,” instead he lies through his teeth. You shot him a look of disbelief and shrug, looking back to the stage, moving to the beat of music, jumping around, having fun.

“I’m back!” Woonhak raises the bag of drinks in the air like they were some kind of reward and honestly, Taesan has never been so relieved to get a cup of iced Americano.

“What took you so long?” He grumbles though as he tries to cool off with the cold drink.

“Yah, the line was crazy long. Next time you can go,” the younger complains and gets immediately babied by Hyein who definitely spoils him too much.

The next splash of water reaches their group and Sungho shrieks the loudest as he gets soaked while you giggle in your already see-through tee. You have a bikini underneath but still, Taesan has this urge to cover you up. He knows it’s silly, the entire purpose of this event is to get wet in the summer heat but he can’t help it, not when you sing along with some random kpop boy group on the stage. He doesn’t even know why he agreed to come, it’s really not his scene. Sure, he loves music but the water bomb festival isn’t exactly his typical concert experience.

Five minutes later he gives up and slides off his overshirt, tying it around his waist.

“You have moles here,” you point out suddenly and Taesan looks at you a little dumbfounded.

“What?”

“Moles. Here. It’s cute,” you say with an endeared smile and poke his bicep right above the birthmark which is revealed now that he’s only in his sleeveless tee.

Taesan can feel his ears burn and he wants to laugh. You did not just call his arms cute when he worked out in the gym to gain some muscle. But well, let’s look at the bright side: you seem to have meant it as a compliment and while he has never bothered with his moles, long accepting them as a part of him, now he starts to have a love-hate relationship with them because from then on you start poking his bicep just for the sake of it whenever he wears tank tops or t-shirts with shorter sleeves and it sends a flutter down his stomach every single time. He’s positively losing it.

On his birthday, the gang goes laser tagging. Unfortunately for him, you end up on a different team alongside Riwoo, Leehan and Woonhak. Honestly, with Sungho on his team, Taesan is pretty confident, the two of them tend to be the best in these kinds of games and he gets competitive anyway, so he swears he won’t go easy on you.

He even tries to shoot you in the back like a coward, so you wouldn’t get a chance to distract him but you duck at the last minute and avoid it. He starts chasing you then between the maze of neon-lit pillars but a sudden 180° turn of yours takes him by surprise and somehow it ends up with both of you on the ground with your body pressing against his. You push yourself up just enough to look down on him and lying on his back, momentarily breathless after the collision, Taesan swears he feels his soul leave his body because damn, you are beautiful. Your hair is messy, strands of it falling into your face, eyes dilated and shiny, burning with fierce passion.

He is distracted, he doesn’t even notice when you pick up your gun again, not until you shoot him in the chest, the echo of his vest’s switching off sound resonates off the walls. The hell.

“Cheater,” he mutters but with less bitterness than what he would have if it was anybody else.

“Says you,” you retort with a cheeky smile before getting ready to push yourself entirely up, ready to hunt down the rest of his group.

You don’t even make it to your feet though. Taesan pulls you down again with a grab on your wrist but this time he rolls the two of you around, so you are with your back on the floor and he’s the one hovering over you. He sneaks a hand under your head, protecting you from the impact as you look up at him with widened eyes. He feels breathless again and hopes he can blame it on the game.

“What on Earth are you guys doing?” Sungho’s sharp voice comes, seemingly oblivious to the tension around you and Taesan scrambles to his feet, offering you a hand which you take with a grin, the shadow of the previous look still present in your eyes. He doesn’t want to let go.

Later, there’s a cake and a cheesy toast from Jaehyun and you gift him an LP that he listens to over and over again.

Just before the summer ends, you all hang out together by the Han River, eating store-bought cheese tteokbokki and way too spicy ramen on the worn blankets. That’s when Taesan witnesses it: a guy asking you out just a few steps away within earshot when you are returning from your sweets errand.

It’s already been months since you broke up with your ex, so of course, you would want to move on, Taesan wouldn’t blame you nor does he blame the guy because you’re pretty and amazing, what’s not to like. But then you duck your head shyly, glance quickly towards the group that’s mostly unaware why you’re held back and for a moment your eyes meet.

Taesan quickly looks away, the loose threads of the blanket have never been so interesting.

“Ah, I’m flattered but actually, there’s someone I like.”

He hears your answer loud and clear and it breaks his brain. Do you like someone? Who and why didn’t he have no idea? Or maybe you just said that to nicely turn down the guy? Was he not your type? Wait, what kind of guys do you like? What…

He’s still thinking about it, his thoughts on overdrive, when you eventually leave, the group scattering across town after sunset, and he offers to walk you back to your place from the metro station. The air between you is heavy, not just from the humid summer air.

“Taesan?”

“Hm?” He whips his head your way, playing aloof.

“Tell me,” you prompt vaguely and he feels his heart drop. What if you know what has been plaguing his mind? What if you think he’s a weirdo?

“What?”

“You’re thinking too loud,” you explain with a shrug and a small smile playing on your lips. “What’s it about?”

Taesan doesn’t even think this time.

“You,” he blurts out without meaning to and he has half a mind to turn it into a joke, a teasing but you look so genuinely surprised that he can’t make himself.

“What about me?”

He can’t read you. Do you really not know?

“Everything.”

But mostly about how your bright personality and wide smile is like molten sunshine and that it’s unfair because he has always associated himself with the moon and there’s something tragic about being ill-fated from the beginning. About how crazy it is that you’re here asking that question as if there was any prolonged moment in your company when he was able to focus on something else that wasn’t you. About how much he would like to hold your hand and play with your more delicate fingers, pressing his lips to the pad of them, an action somehow more intimate than kissing itself.

But he doesn’t dare to even say that out loud, too afraid of messing up.

You chuckle at his nonsense answer anyways, flash him a shy smile and look away and it’s in moments like this when Taesan lets himself wonder whether you feel differently about him too. Because he’s pretty sure friends don’t look at each other the way the two of you do. Or at least they’re not supposed to.

“Who is it?” He hisses as the question that has been scratching his throat stumbles out and he forces himself to act nonchalant about it, as if your words didn’t have the power to turn his world around. You look at him questioningly and Taesan takes a deep breath, refusing to back down like a total loser, so he clarifies: “The guy you like. Do I know him?”

“Oh,” you mumble, looking down, nerves acting up, and halt your steps. Taesan suddenly wants to take it back because you don’t have to tell him something like that, he’s being nosy and uncharacteristically clingy and… “Do you really want to know?”

Yes.

No.

He doesn’t even know. Because based on your reaction, you do like someone, it wasn’t just a white lie and he doesn’t know what to do with that. But he bites the bullet because it’s better to know than to wonder, he’s already driving himself crazy as is.

“Sure,” he shrugs and he’s being so fake he cringes at himself but at least your eyes are on him again. Shiny doe eyes he knows he will write into yet another song.

“What if it’s someone you don’t like?” You quirk a brow and Taesan has to consciously unclench his fingers. His throat feels tight, the summer air suffocating him.

“You don’t need my permission.”

“Not even if he’s very close to you?” You tilt your head, pouting.

“God, please tell me it’s not Leehan. He cares more about his fish than girls,” he exclaims dramatically, because he doesn’t really think that you would like his best friend since he hasn’t seen you hang out much and he needs to break this awkwardness somehow.

You laugh at his answer, harder than necessary because it wasn’t even that funny. You look at him like he should know already and it’s ridiculous because there’s still uncertainty and tension lingering in the space.

Then you step so close that you crowd into his space, push yourself to your tippy toes and peck him on the mouth. Brief and fleeting but so sweet Taesan feels the sugar rush go to his head. He almost forgets the topic you were on as his brain short circuits.

“Me?” He finds himself asking dumbly. “Really?”

It feels unreal, even with the soft pressure of your fingers curling in his shirt, you staying so close that your breathing fans against his chin.

“Really,” you nod, eyes full of wonder and amusement. Relief.

“Fuck,” Taesan swears under his breath as he slides a hand to your nape and leans down to kiss you properly. He feels your smile against his lips and he can already tell how your friends will get to know the news and that he wasn’t the one who confessed despite his year long crush but at that moment he doesn’t mind any future teasing. Because you like him and suddenly all the silly love songs about the firework-like kisses make sense.

#boynextdoor x reader #bnd x reader #taesan x reader #taesan fluff #boynextdoor fluff #bnd fluff #stories

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kaiyunsim · 4 months ago

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MC’s Lunch Break —

pairing : idol!sunghoon x idol gn!reader

summary : newly debuted reader gets to be a host for music bank with Sunghoon but gets nervous easily.

warnings : fluff, comfort, (idk maybe cringe..???)

a/n : i giggled while making this.

— (w/c : 1.2k) — not proof read —

Y/n was a new idol, one that debuted in the 5th gen. In fact, they debuted just two months ago. Now they were here, a new host for music bank alongside a person they admired since their trainee days, Park Sunghoon.

Music Bank was looking for a new and promising idol after Wonyoung stepped down as the previous host. Y/n was the new host shortly after they got tons of attention for being the mood-maker of their team and now is about to have their first MC segment with Sunghoon.

In the past, when y/n was having their rehearsal, announcing groups, awards, and such, everything went well. This was all by themselves though, with no person to distract them while hosting. Just thinking of having THE Sunghoon next to them makes their face flush with redness and heat. Trying to cool off, they ruffle their hair, trying to make their unease unnoticeable.

Now the cameras were on, and y/n was beside him. Even just hearing him announce the groups for awards makes them freak out on the inside. Glancing at the screen, they notice the beautifully sculpted face with his iconic mole, which made their stomach flutter in ways it has never before. It tickled so much it almost made them throw up.

Sunghoon notices the weird behaviour coming from y/n and wonders what’s going on. At first he thinks it’s just stage fright from being a host and actually interacting with other idols, but this kept going even on break. It started to rattle his brain because he knows that it can be difficult to just replace another MC when he was starting off, so he wanted the transition to be as easy as possible for them.

On break, Sunghoon waits for an opportunity to approach them to ask what's wrong. Shortly after walking into backstage, he spots y/n fidgeting on their phone, obviously nervous and attempting to cover it up.

”Hey y/n are you okay?” Sunghoon asks while taking a seat next to them, sharing soft eye contact with them.

Y/n chokes up, saliva getting stuck in their throat. Now with them coughing on their own saliva, Sunghoon looks even more concerned.

After all subsides, y/n looks at Sunghoon with a heavy blush, both because of his beautiful face and because they just choked in front of him. “y-yeah,” y/n manages to answer, hand covering their mouth.

Sunghoon analyzes them, and he’s not buying their answer, “Well, if this MC’ing is hard on you, then you can take a break,” Sunghoon tries to comfort them.

Y/n looks at Sunghoon, struggling to keep contact with him but manages to do so. Their face has an active blush, slightly covered by the makeup, “n-no, I like MC’ing” y/n answered, “I think it’s because I didn’t eat anything earlier,” they continued. It was a lie, they ate a hefty meal with their members, but they couldn’t let him know that they were freaking out over the handsome man in front of him.

Sunghoon gave y/n a look, not one of disgust or anything, more of just disappointment, “Really? You should know better y/n,” Sunghoon scolded.

Y/n couldn’t even look at him, it was almost too much embarrassment to handle. They just wanted to crawl into a ball and hide. “well, you still have time to grab a snack before the break ends, go ahead and get one,” he says, handing out some money to let them grab a snack.

Y/n stares for a moment before grabbing the money, “Thanks Sunghoon, I owe you one,” they respond, it was probably the most legitimate thing they’ve said in this conversation. Y/n heads to the nearby vending machine before pressing on the snack pack of some choco-chip cookies.

Sunghoon caught a glimpse of y/n snacking and thought it was cute. The smile that radiates happiness from the young individual was almost too much to bear. Sunghoon thought they would never find someone like Sunoo but he finally understood why they were called the ‘sunshine’ of their group.

Sunghoon was going to approach them before getting interrupted by the staff to come back to the stage. Quickly, y/n shoved the last few cookies into their mouth before running back to catch up with Sunghoon, “Thanks for the cookies,” y/n said, semi-muffled from the cookies in their mouth but it didn’t matter because the smile from them just unlocked something in Sunghoon. A light blush appeared on the cheeks of Sunghoon before grabbing his mic and walking back on stage, greeting the engenes once again.

As for y/n, it seems as though the interaction they had made the single-sided awkwardness less apparent as they could actually strike up conversations and actually look at his beauty without freaking out on the outside, but of course they were freaking out on the inside.

Sooner or later, the first show came to a close, with Sunghoon saying goodbye to the engenes and y/n saying goodbye to their own fans. Though the interaction between the two started kind of awkward, the feeling y/n had when they were able to talk with their fans was unimaginable, almost like they were actually there, next to the idol, the Park Sunghoon.

Y/n was making their way to the backstage once again, getting their make-up touched up before they headed out. They actually were hoping to run into Sunghoon once again, but he was nowhere to be seen which makes sense because he has a busy schedule.

The next week comes, and y/n is backstage on their break once again with Sunghoon. Something must’ve happened because he looked more attractive than ever, his visuals unmatched. Sunghoon notices you staring for a bit and giggles, “Looking for more snacks?” he joked playfully.

”Well I didn’t eat anything again…” y/n admitted, this time they actually didn’t have time to eat a meal, so they were willing to eat whatever Sunghoon gave.

Surprisingly, Sunghoon hands over a box covered in a cloth, styled like the Japanese lunchboxes. It was large enough to hold a meal, and y/n was willing to take it off his hands.

“I made it for you,” Sunghoon said with a smile.

”Really?”

”No, but I told Ni-ki and Jay what to make and how to style it so basically I did it all,” Sunghoon joked.

”Wow, I’m amazed. Thanks, Park Sunghoon,” y/n replies sarcastically but also jokingly, appreciated the give the idol provided.

Y/n takes a bite, and the sensation of the food just sends waves of comfort and warmth throughout their body. Maybe it was the food being so good or maybe it was just the butterflies in their stomach from the food 'made’ by Park Sunghoon. Either way, the looks Sunghoon was giving y/n now were more than just admiration, and y/n would always look forward to every Friday just to host with him.

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k0nanharv3y · 5 days ago

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Invented drinks from Tim's coffee shop:

This is part of an AU I'm writing about Tim never joining the Batfam, so, yeah, read that first. Im too lazy to put all the parts, so, go to that link, there will be the first parts

• Coffee I'm The Night – $4.50 (A dark and robust coffee, with a hint of mint, ideal for those looking for something strong and comforting)

• Purple Spoiler Tea – $4.00 (Lavender or blueberry tea, with a touch of honey, something soft and relaxing)

• Espresso Depresso – $3.50 (A strong and bitter espresso, for those who need an extra push)

• Frappuccwing – $5.00 (A frappé with whipped cream, garnished with a hint of strawberry or caramel)

• Latte Matte – $4.75 (A latte with oat milk and a touch of spice)

• Orphan Coffee – $4.25 (A traditional coffee with a hint of cinnamon, evoking something warm and cozy)

• Robin Mokkaccino – $5.25 (A delicious mocha with a hint of dark cocoa and a touch of vanilla)

• Ice Hood – $5.50 (An iced coffee with vanilla syrup and cold cream, perfect for cooling off)

• A Decaffeinated Signal – $4.00 (Decaffeinated coffee with a hint of almond or hazelnut)

• Chai-dentity Crisis – (Chai with almond milk and a touch of honey)

• Two-Shots Latte – (Double espresso latte, because someone always needs two chances)

• Villain Vanilla Shake – (Wickedly creamy, vanilla shake with chocolate chips)

• Gotham Fog – (Dark version of London Fog, Earl Grey tea with steamed milk and a touch of lavender)

• Cold as Freeze – (Coffee slush with whipped cream and mint chips)

• Nightwing Nitro – (Coffee Nitro, elegant but with a strong punch)

• Bane's Protein Shake – (Banana and almond butter protein shake to break your fast in style)

• Caffeinestein – (Coffee infused with an extra boost of caffeine, for those who need to go crazy in the morning)

• Espress-Oh No! – (Espresso with a touch of cinnamon and hazelnut liqueur, ideal for making bad decisions)

• Riddle Me This... – (Mysterious infusion of hibiscus, red fruits and a touch of pink pepper)

• Ginger Crowffee – (Ginger and honey spiced latte, as chaotic as a certain scattered bird)

• Shaken, Not Stirred Espresso – (Non-alcoholic espresso martini, because class needs caffeine too)

• Pump Bat-kin Latte – (Pumpkin latte with a hint of dark chocolate and cinnamon)

• Choco-Freeze – (Chocolate and mint shake, so cold it leaves you frozen)

• Deadshot of Espresso – (Double espresso without sugar, because one shot, one hit… or a tachycardia)

• Venti-llante – (A venti latte, because nothing screams “night watchman” like too much caffeine)

• ChocoBane Shake – (Chocolate protein shake with a hint of chili, because it will make you stronger… but it will hurt first)

Desserts:

• Bat-nana split – $6.00 (A banana split with a touch of dark chocolate and whipped cream)

• Stealed Cat-Cake – $5.75 (A dark chocolate cupcake with creamy filling and a hint of mint)

• Moccha Riddle – $4.50 (A soft and fluffy mocha cake with chocolate frosting)

• Joker Cake (Because it explodes) – $7.00 (A chocolate cake with a surprise filling that 'explodes' with a splash of liquor, decorated with brightly colored cream)

• Black Cookie(s) – $2.75 (Dark chocolate cookies, perfect to accompany coffee)

• ScatteredCrow – $5.25 (Walnut brownie with a hint of sea salt and caramel, a robust dessert)

• Harley's Chaos – (Red velvet cupcake with raspberry filling and decorated with red and black colors)

• Raspberry Ghoul-ette – (Raspberry cupcake with dark frosting, for ghosts who love sweets)

• Puddin' Proof – (Chocolate caramel pudding, because if you have to prove it, it's not real pudding)

• Crime Brûlée – (Crème brûlée with a hint of rum, so good it should be illegal)

• Sin-amon Roll – (Sinfully Delicious Cinnamon Roll)

• Death by Chocolatewing – (Dark chocolate cake with layers of ganache and a pinch of sea salt)

• Sweet Tooth's Revenge – (Ice cream with caramel, brownie pieces and lots of chocolate chips)

• Hood Velvet Cake – (Red Velvet Cake with Cream Cheese and Raspberry Filling)

• Jelly Dent – (Strawberry jam filled donut, perfect until someone takes a bite)

• Snicker-Crow – (Chocolate, caramel and nut bar, with a touch of coffee for those who need a plan)

• Sweet, Sweet Vengeance Pie – (Salted Caramel Apple Pie, because revenge is better when it’s sweet)

• Broken Wing Brownie – (Brownie with a melted dark chocolate center, perfect for melancholic nights)

• Joker's Wildberry Tart – (Wildberry tart with colorful whipped cream, because there's always a surprise in every bite)

• The Double-Face Cookie – (Half chocolate chip, half oatmeal cookie, for the indecisive or the morally ambiguous)

• Not-So-Fortunate Fortune Cookie – (Fortune cookie that only says "Tough luck, kid.")

Breakfast and Brunch:

• Eggs-tra Vigilante – (Scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon and toast, because night heroes also eat breakfast)

• Robin's Toast – (French toast with powdered sugar and red berry syrup, as sweet as it is deadly)

• Bat-cakes – (Chocolate pancakes with bat ears and whipped cream)

• The Darkoats Rises – (Homemade granola with Greek yogurt and honey, because sometimes simple is best)

• The Last Bite of Krypton – (Spinach and feta omelette, packed with solar energy in every bite)

Sandwiches and Salads:

• Gotham Club Sandwich – (Triple sandwich with turkey, bacon, lettuce and tomato, as big as the city itself)

• The Knightwich – (Roast beef sandwich with melted cheese on rustic bread, for those dark and stormy days)

• Harvey's Half – (Sandwich with two different halves: one with ham and cheese, the other with turkey and cranberries)

• The Poison Green – (Spinach, arugula, avocado, walnut and basil dressing salad, as fresh as it is lethal)

• The Anti-Meat – (Vegan Sandwich)

• Scarecroissant – (Croissant filled with ham, Swiss cheese and mustard, so addictive it’s scary)

• Hall of Just-ice – (Crispy Chicken Caesar Salad, so classic it deserves its own monument)

• Bane's Big Bite – (Chili with meat and melted cheese, because surviving in Gotham requires a main course)

• Shiva's Hair – (Noodle soup with spicy broth, pork and egg, as lethal as its creator)

• Freeze Fries – (French fries with cheese and ranch dressing, always served cold, but with a warm heart)

Honestly I was too lazy to put prices on the rest of them, but I had fun naming them.

Well, my brother told me "You should put copyright on it" and I really don't want to, but, if you ever make any of my desserts and/or use any of the names I'd like you to send me a picture of it, and be tagged, other than that you're free to use any, and since I see you want ALL O_o the recipes, I'll post them on my personal account and tag them here, because I refuse to have so many recipes here, I have to scroll down too far to find my past posts

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vagabond-umlaut · 9 months ago

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toasty

sometimes, it isn't just the weather which is comfortably warm. sometimes, it can be one person, because of another person, as well.

gojo satoru x fem!reader; pre-relationship; gojo is a menace; you're a miniature circuit breaker; gojo calls you 'cookie'; mentions of food; i repeat: gojo is a MENACE; 610 wc; *empties a big container labelled 'fluff' into this fic*

belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be treated as a stand-alone fic if you wanna

divider by @/benkeibear; pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this; jjk isn't mine

"do you like that dress?"

you shouldn't look this surprised, no. hell no.

you know gojo's been sitting beside you for the better part of the last fifteen minutes. and you know he has a rather sharp set of eyes, with or without his 'six eyes' activated— yet you do look surprised. terribly so— and the man wonders, what made you think he would not notice you staring at the bright piece of cloth in the shop window.

particularly when you've left your favourite ice cream on the brink of melting and falling on your uniform— not that it'll make it any dirtier though; the curses from before have done a splendid job of it...

stealing a bite from your cone, gojo plops back into his seat. the grin threatening to bloom on his lips wilts when he sees the surprise turn into something shocked, maybe even scandalised in your features— eyes wider, brows higher, lower jaw hanging lower...

he lets the grin form anyway. "what? your ice cream was melting— i cannot let the money i spent to buy it, go to waste now, can i?"

you snap your mouth close in less than an instant. then open it again to take quite a large bite from your ice cream, brows scrunching and eyes screwing close— the brain freeze gojo was in wait for, for you to suffer from, never comes.

you take a second bite, even bigger.

some part of him shrivels, disappointed— before it swells up again, at the narrowed-eye look you send his way— before it dries up a second time, when your gaze returns to the dress from before.

the fabric looks extremely dull to the sorcerer now. he kicks your leg under the table. biting back a grin when you look back at him, lips in an annoyed little frown.

although it doesn't take too long to become a smile. tired, yes. but a fond one all the same— you've always been too soft to him, haven't you?

he repeats his ask, "do you like that dress?"

"i..." your gaze drops to your ice cream for a beat. then rises. a warmth settles into your cheeks, visible and adorable. "i kind of like that dress. it looks pretty." a beat. your lips part in a tentative smile. "what do you think, gojo-san? will i look good in it?"

the addressed man pauses.

but it is not because he has to decide on an answer— the answer is a yes. a resounding yes— still, he doesn't find the voice to say the word, the monosyllable repeated over and over and over again in his brain—

"you always look beautiful to me, cookie. no matter what you wear."

the shocked, scandalised expression makes a return to your face, not a moment later than when the words leave his mouth.

only to be shoved away when you attempt to take such a huge bite of your melting ice cream, the chocolate chip treat ends up caking a big portion of the lower half of your face— from your nose and extending till your chin.

gojo doesn't bother to hold back his laughter this time— its loudness increasing at the resulting wrinkle in your nose when he reaches over to scoop up a bit of the mess with his fingers, then licks it off them—

"you're a disgusting man," you mutter, voice so mortified and frail as your gaze keeps jumping from his hand to his blindfolded eyes.

something curls up inside the sorcerer. the sensation growing worse, growing better, the longer he stares at this precious little face you've made:

"and you're a cookie— my choco chip cookie!"

the reader is an mcb— reasons for which, i hope, u all hv understood by now 🤭🤭

masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #kit posts 📝

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bittersweet-folder · 8 months ago

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hiii, could you do the light forehead kisses with minghao or vernon? like really domestic and soft 🥺

Yess ofc love🌷[I'm so sorry for such a late response btw. Please read a/n in the end. Thank you♡]

🍪 Cookies and cream

Pairing: Vernon× gn reader[they are in an established relationship].

Genre: fluff, very domestic scenario, baking with Vernon basically.

Warnings: none. Word count:739

Note: you call Vernon by his first name Hansol. Also idk why I kept that title but okay 💀 .

"Nooo, you're supposed to coat them in flour, Hansol" you exclaimed as you saw him directly adding the blue berries in the cake batter.

"Uhh okay okay but why?" Vernon asked, nonchalantly.

"It's because of the batter. When you coat the blueberries with flour they automatically don't sink to the bottom of the baking pan." You explained while looking at him and continued "and when you add them to the batter and mix them lightly okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" he smiled. He bought extra flour in a bowl and coated the blueberries in flour. He looks very concentrated for someone who's assisting you to bake for the first time.

There wasn't really a special occasion to make Hansol some cookies and cake. In fact he loved any desserts made by you. But this time you were also going to send a batch of cookies to his family. So you asked for his help. Looking at how concentrated he is, with what you've instructed him to do made you happy. You took a glance at the clock. It was almost the time for the cookies to be done so you slid the cooking glove on to your hand and took them out of the oven. The delicious smell of chocolate and a sugary essence filled the kitchen. You set the pan on the table for the cookies to cool down. Hansol automatically left what he was doing and waddled back to you and hugged you from the back, settling his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I take some break please babe?" he murmured. His focus was still on the cookies.

"Hansol, honey I know your tricks. Just say that you want some cookies right now" you said nonchalantly as you pressed in the center of the cookies lightly. Nice and fully baked. You picked up the big ones.

"Wow, am I that obvious?" he questioned, his lips now pressed in a thin line,blinking at you as if in disbelief. You placed the big cookies on a plate.

"Yes and here's your cookies, the big ones because I knew you'd want some" you handed him the plate with a smile on your lips.

"Thank you babe" he said as he flashed his toothy smile at you.

"Mention not honey" you said.

Then you started searching for the jar in which you were supposed to store the cookies in.

"Hold on, where's the jar" you thought while going through the lower cupboards. After a little bit of searching you found it in the upper shelves. "This must be his doings" you thought as you sighed outta annoyance but then you saw two hands on either side trapping you to the kitchen counter. You turned around, the jar still in your hands and looked at Hansol. Your eyes meet his.

"I've put the blueberry batter in a different baking tray and put it in the oven, darling. The choco chip cookies were delicious" he said and smiled softly. You couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to your cheeks because of the pet name he just called you.

"Okay then what about my kisses?" you mumbled with a pout, your eyes looking down at the jar, breaking eye contact. It was silly how you wanted some kisses in the middle of all this mess in the kitchen but at the same time it still made sense why. He cradles your face with his hands, making you look at him. He can now take a good look at your blushy face. He slowly leaned in and placed his soft lips on your lips. A soft and warm kiss with a slight lingering essence of cookies on his lips. After breaking off from the kiss he pressed soft kisses on your forehead. It made your heart swell with a mushy feeling. He did take another look at your flushed face before removing his hands from your cheeks.

"Vernon quit staring like that" you whined and continued "and move aside babe, gonna store the cookies in this jar" you walked past him.

He followed you for a few steps and then said "by the way love it would be great if I can get another-" before he could finish the sentence you cut in stating "noo you're not getting any more cookies Vernon" you chuckled knowing the fact that you will end up giving him one more cookie while storing the cookies in jar.

A/n: yes I love baking so I was like why not write about this, baking with Vernon so yeah. I did proofread once lemme know if there's any mistake though.

I was very much emotionally exhausted about some things going on rn so that's why requests are closed. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS 😭😭.

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nothingsure127 · 5 months ago

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🍃Unplanned Journey🍃

Pairing : Park Sunghoon as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________

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Chap. 6

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Sunghoon was tidying up the front counter, wiping down the shelves and checking the expiration dates of the products.

As he worked, his thoughts kept drifting to his shift at the restaurant later in the evening.

He mentally ran through the specials, wondering if he had enough stock left to cover the orders. Suddenly, the jangling of the bell above the door interrupted his thoughts,

and he looked up to find an elderly woman hobbling into the store.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Sunghoon greeted her politely, putting on his best customer service smile.

"What can I help you with today?"

The elderly woman looked up at Sunghoon with a small smile.

"Good afternoon, young man," she said, her voice weathered with age. "I just need a few things, dear."

"Of course," Sunghoon replied, stepping out from behind the counter.

"What do you need, ma'am?"

"I need some snacks for my grandchildren," she said,

"They're coming over tomorrow and they love all this junk food, can you suggest me some?."

Her voice warm and she has smile on her face as she was talking to sunghoon.

"Sure thing." Sunghoon led the elderly woman over to the snack aisle.

"Do your grandchildren have any specific favorites? Chips, candies, cookies?"

The old lady thought for a moment,

The old woman's gaze swept across the shelves of colorful packages.

"My granddaughter's loves gummy bears," she said.

"But the sour ones and.. do you have mint choco flavour icecream and chewingum?" Her voice was tinged with affection.

"We do have all of those," Sunghoon confirmed, steering her towards the correct sections.

"Here are the sour gummy bears," he said, picking up the item and put it on cart,.

"And the mint choco ice cream is over there, and we've got several options for chewing gum."

The old woman nodded in approval as Sunghoon led her around the store, picking up the items she needed.

She watched him closely, taking note of his polite demeanor and friendly face.

"You're very patient, young man," she said, her tone warm.

"Most teenagers don't have your level of patience."

Sunghoon chuckled slightly, his cheeks coloring a bit at the unexpected compliment.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "But really, it's no trouble. Everyone deserves to be treated with kindness, regardless of age."

The old woman chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with warmth.

"You speak like someone much older than your age," she remarked. "It's refreshing to see such maturity in a young man."

Sung-hoon smiled at the comment, feeling a pang of pride at being recognized for his maturity.

"I guess I've always been a bit more mature for my age," he admitted. "I had to grow up pretty fast."

Time Skip-

-🌃

The night air was crisp, and the streets were beginning to empty as people headed home.

Sunghoon, tired from his long shifts as

He was walking along the dimly lit street, the only light coming from the street lamps and the occasional shop window. Siwoon clung to Sunghoon's hand, his other hand clutching his worn-out penguin plushie

The soft noises of the night, like distant conversations and cars passing by, filled the air, creating a comforting background hum as they walked together.

As The street was slowly winding down for the night, the sounds of music and laughter coming from the few bars that were still open.

Despite the late hour, there were still a few people about, either heading home from work or enjoying a late night out

Sunghoon glanced down at Si-woon, who was looking a bit sleepy, his small head starting to droop.

"Are you tired, buddy?" he asked softly, gently squeezing his hand.

Siwoon gave a tiny nod, blinking up at Sunghoon with heavy eyelids.

His grip on the penguin plushie didn't loosen, though. He held onto it like it was a lifeline.

Sunghoon smiled a bit, his heart swelling with affection.

"Just a bit longer, we're almost home," he reassured Siwoon, giving his hand another squeeze.

After a few more minutes, they finally reached their small apartment building. The front door gave a familiar creak as Sunghoon pushed it open,

the faint sound of the TV from their neighbors' apartment filtered through the thin walls

Inside, the cramped one-bedroom apartment was dimly lit by a small lamp. The living room was clean but sparse,

only a small couch, a coffee table, and a worn- out rug on the floor.

Siwoon's toys were neatly stacked in one corner, and the kitchen was visible through a small archway.

Sunghoon quietly closed the door behind him and turned to Siwoon, who had perked up a bit upon seeing the familiar surroundings.

"We're home, buddy," he said softly, gently coaxing him to let go of his penguin plushie so he could take off his small shoes.

Si-woon reluctantly released his penguin, his small hands coming up to rub at his eyes. He was clearly exhausted, his usual energetic demeanor all but gone

Sunghoon knelt down in front of his son, his heart aching at the sight of his tired child.

"You're exhausted, huh?" he asked softly, brushing a gentle hand through Si-woon's messy hair.

Siwoon nodded, his small body swaying with exhaustion.

He clumsily reached out to Sunghoon, his arms stretching out in a silent request to be picked up.

Sunghoon obliged, lifting Siwoon up into his arms with ease.

The boy's small body molded against him, his head falling against his shoulder as he snuggled in, his eyes half-closed.

Sunghoon held him close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Let's get you to bed," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. He carried Siwoon into the small bedroom, the room was lit up by a small night light in the corner.

He laid Siwoon down on the small twin-sized bed, pulling the covers up to his chest.

He then sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand continuing to brush gentle strokes across Siwoon's hair, his thumb gently rubbing his forehead.

his eyes already fluttering closed as he curled onto his side, clutching his penguin plushie close to his heart.

Siwoon's eyelids fluttered open fighting against the pull of sleep.

He looked up at his father, his small hand reaching out to grab the front of Sunghoon's shirt, clutching it tightly

Sunghoon smiled down at him, his tired eyes filled with love. "I'm here,"

he reassured him quietly. "You can go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

he whispered, continuing to soothe him. He gently pried Siwoon's fingers off his shirt, carefully folding his small hand back under the covers

Siwoon's eyes finally closed, his grip loosening as he gave in to the pull of sleep.

His small chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his mouth slightly open in a peaceful, exhausted sleep.

Sunghoon watched him for a few more moments, as watched his son asleep, his eyes tracing over the small boy's face, taking in his every feature.

Siwoon looked so tiny and vulnerable in his sleep, his breath coming out in soft little puffs

He stayed seated on the edge of the bed, his hand still brushing gently through Si-woon's hair, as he watched his son sleep.

his gaze soft and affectionate. He reached out to straighten the covers, then gently pressed a kiss to the top of Siwoon's head.

he stood up quietly, his movements slow and measured to not disturb the sleeping boy. Siwoon was still fast asleep, clutching his penguin plushie tightly.

He looked back to Siwoon one more time, his heart clenching in his chest.

The boy was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the weight the world sat on his father's shoulders.

He then carefully left the room, leaving the door open a crack so he could hear if Si-woon woke up.

He let out a weary sigh as he walked into the living room, the weight of the day finally catching up to him.

He plopped down onto the couch, the worn-out cushions sinking beneath his weight. He leaned back,

his head resting against the back of the couch, and closed his eyes, the exhaustion of the day starting to hit him.

He could feel his muscles aching under his clothes, a subtle reminder of the double-shifts he's been working lately.

He knew he should probably get some sleep, but his mind was still racing with thoughts of work, bills, and the never-ending challenges of being a single dad.

After a few moments of stillness, he opened his eyes and took out his wallet, fishing out the crumpled bills he had earned from his two shifts. He counted them, his eyes taking in the pitiful sum. Even putting in all those extra hours, he was still barely making ends meet.

He sighed again, the weight of his financial struggles pressing down on him like a heavy boulder.

He folded the money back up and tucked it back into his wallet, silently adding it to the growing list of worries.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second echoing in the quiet living room. Sunghoon sat there in silence for a long while, his mind swimming with thoughts and worries.

The sound of the clock was almost deafening in the quiet, the only other sound coming from the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

He looked over at the small kitchen, the only real food currently in the fridge were a few apples and some leftover rice from the night before.

He knew he needed to get groceries soon, but he also knew it would be a struggle to make it to the end of the week with the budget he had.

He was about to get up and pour himself a glass of water when he heard a soft shuffling sound coming from the bedroom. He immediately paused,

As soon as Sunghoon walked into the room, he saw Siwoon tossing and turning in his bed,

small whimpers and unintelligible words falling from his lips. The boy was clearly having a nightmare.

Sunghoon quickly made his way over to the bed, his heart aching at the sight of his son distressed in his sleep.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, gently shaking Siwoon's shoulder. "Siwoon," he said quietly, his voice laced with concern.

"Wake up, buddy. You're dreaming."

Siwoon's small face contorted in distress, his eyes still firmly closed.

"Don't leave...Papa..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

He felt his heart clench in his chest at the thought of his son dreaming about him leaving.

"I'm not going anywhere," he reassured him softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Siwoon's back.

"Papa's right here, it's just a bad dream."

But Siwoon didn't seem to hear him, his distress only increasing.

He tossed and turned in the bed, small whimpers and mumbled pleas falling from his lips.

"Don't leave... please... don't leave again..."

Sunghoon felt a stab of pain in his heart. Again. The word echoed in his head, fueling his guilt.

He gently shook Siwoon's shoulder again, his voice growing more urgent.

"Siwoon, wake up. You're dreaming, it's just a dream," he repeated, desperately trying to reach his son through his nightmare.

Siwoon's eyes suddenly snapped open, his small body jolting upright in the bed. He looked around frantically, his eyes wide and frightened.

When he finally spotted Sunghoon, sitting on the edge of the bed, a sob escaped his lips.

"Papa," he whimpered, his small hands reaching out towards him.

Sunghoon wasted no time in scooping him up into his arms, holding him close against his chest. Siwoon clung to him tightly, his small body trembling with the aftermath of the nightmare.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay," Sunghoon whispered, rubbing soothing circles on Siwoon's back.

He could feel the boy's heart racing against his own chest, the panicked heartbeat slowly calming down with each passing second.

He sat there, holding Siwoon against him, his own heart heavy with the weight of his guilt.

He knew what his son's nightmare was about, and the realization only amplified the guilt he carried with him every day.

"It was just a dream. Papa's here, I'm not leaving," he repeated in a soft, comforting whisper.

Siwoon's small hands gripped tightly at the front of Sunghoon's shirt, like a lifeline.

He buried his face against his father's chest, his tears dampening the fabric. Sunghoon held him close, his own eyes welling up at the sight of his son's distress.

He continued to rub soothing circles on his back, his hand gently stroking the boy's hair as he whispered reassurances.

"It's okay, buddy. Everything's okay. Papa's here, I promise."

They sat like that for a long moment, the silence only broken by the sound of Siwoon's small sobs.

Sunghoon held him close, murmuring comfort in his ear, his heart aching with each hitch in his son's breathing.

After a while, Siwoon's sobs subsided, his body growing heavy with exhaustion.

His small fists slowly let go of Sunghoon's shirt, his head resting limply against his father's chest.

Sung-hoon gently pulled back to look at his son.

Siwoon's face was tear-streaked, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He looked utterly exhausted, his body sagging against Sunghoon's chest.

"You're alright," Sunghoon whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Siwoon's head.

"It was just a dream. Papa's here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Siwoon mumbled something unintelligible against his chest, nuzzling his face further into his shirt.

His eyes were slowly drooping closed again, the exhaustion of the nightmare and the emotional release taking its toll

Sunghoon noticed the change in his son's breathing, the deep, even breaths signaling that he had finally fallen asleep again.

Carefully, he laid Siwoon back down on the bed, his hand gently stroking his hair

As Siwoon settled back into sleep, Sunghoon stayed there for a few moments, watching his son's face.

The fear and distress of the nightmare were replaced now with the peaceful, innocent look of a child in deep sleep.

He continued to stroke Siwoon's hair, his touch gentle and loving, .

trying not to wake the child. He tucked the covers around Siwoon's small frame, making sure he was properly tucked in and wouldn't get cold during the night

As Sunghoon sank back down on the edge of the bed, his hand resuming its gentle stroking motions through Siwoon's hair.

He watched as his son slept peacefully, his small chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.

He sat there quietly, his mind replaying the earlier scene of the look of fear on his son's face. His heart ached,

he don't know why siwoon always have the same nightmare of him leaving siwoon it squeeze his heart too much seeing his son's eye filled with tear & fear for him, the fear Of his father leaving him, how he plea in sleep how he tremble.

He continued stroking Siwoon's hair, his fingers tracing the soft strands, a soothing repetitive motion.

"Don't worry little men, no matter what is this nightmare about! I won't let that nightmare to be real in your life."

" no matter what happens.. and what comes next.. your papa is always with you I promise." he said,

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The first rays of sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, casting a soft, warm glow over the room.

Siwoon stirred in his bed, his small body shifting under the covers.

He slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings.

Siwoon turned his head slightly, his eyes settling on the figure on the edge of his bed.

His father, Sunghoon, was slumped over, his upper body resting against the bed. He was fast asleep, one hand still on Siwoon's hair.

Siwoon silently shifted in bed, sliding his small body closer to his father. He looked at him for a moment, taking in his father's peaceful, albeit uncomfortable, sleeping position.

He knew from his own experience and from what his father had told him that sleeping in such positions could make the some body parts hurt.

With great effort, Siwoon managed to pull the blanket up to his father's shoulders, tucking it around him gently.

As he adjusted the blanket, he looked up at his father's sleeping face.

Sunghoon looked so worn-out, his face weary even in sleep. His heart ached at the sight of his father like this, knowing the constant struggles and pressures he's been under,

even tho siwoon is half 5 year old kid he is bit mature in his ownself than other kids, who just understand his father's struggle pains sometimes he can feel it his heart ache squeez,

maybe that is what called connection of blood ? Or maybe he just understand what the people around them says or talk to him, about his father? & him, he felt hurt and that where he earned that knowledge.?

Once done tucking his father in, Siwoon sat on the bed for a few more moments, just staring at his sleeping father He wanted so badly to take some of his struggle away, to ease his father's pain. But he was just a child, and there was only so much he could do.

After a few more minutes, he slowly edged off the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that might disturb his father's sleep.

He padded silently towards the door, clutching his penguin plushy in ome arm, turning back to look at his father one last time before quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

Once in the living room, he glanced around the small room, a little balcony over there and a small kitchen at the doorway side,

the room with an couch small coffee table, was quiet in the early morning light, the only sounds coming from the slight hustle of the city outside. He turned to the kitchen, his stomach grumbling a little.

He walked over to the kitchen, his small bare feet making no sound on the cold floor.

He opened the fridge, the light from inside casting a cold glow on his face.

There was a small tupperware of leftover rice, a couple of apples, and a nearly empty carton of eggs.

His stomach growled again., & he was too hungry to care.

He reached up to the top shelf of the fridge, stretching as far as his little arms would allow, and grabbed one of the apples.

He hopped down from the stool he was standing on and took a big bite out of the apple.

The cold crisp, sweet taste filled his mouth, instantly making his stomach feel a bit better.

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, taking large bites of the apple as he looked around him.

The kitchen was small and modest, the countertops a bit worn with age.

But it was functional, and it was home. He looked over at the small dining table in the corner, the only other furniture in the kitchen aside from the fridge, stove, and sink.

He took another big bite of his apple, the crunch seeming oddly out of place in the quiet of the morning.

He looked around the kitchen again, his eyes falling on the stove.

He knew his father would need to start getting ready soon to go to work again.

The convenience store was warm and bright, the hum of the air conditioning blending with the soft music coming from the overhead speaker.

It was a slow afternoon, the stream of customers coming in and out of the store was sparse but steady

The small bell on the door of the convenience store chimed as it opened, letting in a gust of cool air.

A few customers milled around the narrow aisles, browsing the shelves and chatting with each other.

Siwoon sat in a corner, he was clinging tightly to his favorite plushy, a cute penguin with a blue-patterned scarf around its neck.

He had his back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him, the tip of his feet not quite touching the floor, he watched as his father working he was superb busy today.

Today Sunghoon wasn't working behind the cash counter, but restocking shelves.,

taking the boxes, cartons inside from the truck outside he was too busy today barely even has the time to breath, today their boss is here working on cash counter,

Sunghoon was moving back and forth, carrying heavy boxes and restocking the shelves with drinks and instant ramen. His face was a sheen of sweat, his breathing was coming out in labored gasps.

The boss was keeping a close eye on the other 4 staffs & on him, barking orders to keep the store running smoothly

From time to time, Sunghoon would glance over at Siwoon, who was sitting quietly in the corner,

his attention on his penguin plush. The sight of his son brought a small, sad smile to Sunghoon's face, but it quickly vanished as he was shouted at by the boss to hurry up.

The afternoon rush was on, and the store was bustling with activity.

Customers came in and out, grabbing essentials before heading back to their offices.

Sunghoon continued to restock the shelves, his muscles aching from the constant lifting and bending.

"Hurry it up, everyone We have a lot to finish before closing," the boss barked from the cash register.

Sunghoon gritted his teeth, his hands grabbing another heavy box of instant ramen packs.

He forced himself to keep going, his body protesting with every move. He knew he had to keep up the pace,

Sunghoon huffed, stacking up more boxes of instant noodles on the shelf.

His body was screaming for a break, but he didn't dare to stop. Not with the boss around and watching his every move

He glanced over at Siwoon again, his heart clenching at the sight of his son's small form sitting in the corner.

He knew Siwoons is probably hungry and bored, by now its 01:19 pm at clock,

but he couldn't do anything about it right now. He had to finish the work first, and then if there was even time, he would take a small break to get him something to eat.

He knew he had to keep going, for Siwoon's sake.

As Sunghoon was restocking the shelves, he passed by the corner where Siwoon was sitting.

He quickly knelt down, pretending to arrange some bags of chips on the lower shelf.

"Hey Buddy," he said quietly, keeping his voice down so the boss wouldn't hear him.

"Why don't you eat some biscuits from bag hm?" He kept the best of his smiley face, & as much as cheerful cool expression in his voice he could infornt of his son,

He pointed subtly towards Siwoon's small backpack, beside siwoon the biscuit packet peaking out of the open zipper, Siwoon nodded silently, & also gave him the smile face as his father was giving.

Siwoon nodded silently, pretending he was okay. In reality, he was starting to feel a bit hungry.

As Siwoon silently sat there, waiting for his father to move away, cz the biscuits he is talking about, were already finished many days ago.

That He hadn't told his father about it yet, knowing that his father was already busy, tired with work and expenses. he didn't want to add to his worries more

Siwoon sat quietly, his small hands gripped tightly around his penguin plushy.

While his father continued to work, Siwoon remained silent and motionless in the corner, watching him go back and forth.

He knew he would soon be asked if he had eaten anything, and he had already decided to lie and say that he had. He didn't want to burden his father more,

Besides, he could deal with a little hunger. It was nothing compared to the exhaustion on his father's face.

As Sunghoon finished restocking the shelf and moved away, Siwoon pretended to rummage through his bag as if he was eating something, just in case his father looked back

All the while, he felt a pang of guilt for not being honest with his father even tho he promised him, but he pushed the feeling aside.

He knew his father had enough on his plate without worrying about snacks too. The soft growl of his stomach was a reminder of his own hunger, but he ignored

"Okay everyone great work! For today"

the boss said little clapping his hand "since its lunch time already.. lets take a break & today's lunch is from me guys"

The boss' voice echoed through the store, announcing the lunch break. Everyone in the store cheered a little, thankful for the break and the free lunch.

Sunghoon, too, felt his mood slightly lifted, the prospect of a lunch break was like a small relief after hours of relentless work.

"Just don't take too long," the boss added, a slight warning tone in his voice, "we have to finish the restocking by closing." With that,

he turned and walked towards the back office, probably to get the food he had ordered.

The other employees started chattering amongst themselves, some heading outside for a quick smoke,

others stretching their aching bodies. Sunghoon glanced over at Siwoon who was still sitting in the corner, playing quietly with his penguin plushy.

He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Si-woon hadn't eaten anything. He sighed and walked over to him, crouching down next to him. He reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately

"Buddy! Have you eaten the biscuits?" Sunghoon asked,

Siwoon swallowed, his small fingers fidgeting with the penguin plush’s soft fur. He could feel his father's expectant gaze on him, waiting for an answer.

The lie he had prepared earlier was on the tip of his tongue, ready to be uttered.

But as he looked up into his father's tired yet kind eyes, he found himself faltering. His heart ached with guilt.

He loved his father, and the last thing he wanted to do was lie to him.

However, the thought of worrying his father further, or worse, making him feel worse because Siwoon was hungry, made him hold his tongue.

He swallowed again, forcing a small nod of confirmation, "yes did appa.." he muttered softly, unable to meet his father's gaze.

He fidgeted some more with the penguin plush, the lie he just told making his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Sunghoon studied Siwoon's face for a moment, his eyes searching for any signs of untruthfulness.

But siwoon's gaze was averted, and aside from the slight hunch of his shoulders, he gave no indication that he was lying

noticing Siwoon's discomfort and the way he was avoiding eye contact.

Instinctively, he knew something was off. He gently placed his large hand on the boy's little shoulder.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his voice soft but probing.

He looked down at the half open backpack beside, the biscuit packet visible from where it was tucked away.

He hated pressing Siwoon like this, but he also knew when his son was lying.

Maybe it was a father's sixth sense, but he could tell that Siwoon hadn't eaten.

"Buddy, you can tell me," he encouraged, keeping his voice low and reassuring.

"Did you really eat the biscuits?" He gave the boy's shoulder a gentle squeeze, hoping to coax the truth out.

He waited, giving Si-woon time to respond.

He could see the conflict in the child's eyes, the internal struggle between telling the truth and continuing the lie.

"Hey park Sunghoon are you gonna come here and eat?!! Or not! The food is getting cold" his boss screamed.

Sunghoon looked up, startled by his boss’s sudden booming voice.

He had been so caught up in the moment with Siwoon, he had almost forgotten about the lunch break.

"Yeah, I’m coming!" he called back, his voice slightly agitated. He gave Siwoon a small, reassuring smile. Before standing up.

"How about some lunch, buddy?" he asked,

trying to keep his voice light. He smiled warmly at Siwoon. And grabbed his hand walking toward office room.

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_______________TO BE CONTINUED

(I didn't recheck so unsee my mistakes in grammar spelling I hope you guys enjoyed the first one chap look forward for more. Do note & reblog🍃 & let me know your opinion pls :' ()

and lastly so soon sorry for late update >:

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lollipopliccer · 1 year ago

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𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱m𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead proceed with caution...❦ soft dom nanami , set in a cabin , sex on the floor , praise , daddy kink , pet name usage , whiny reader , impact play . no matter your height or weight , nanami is taller and can bench you like a feather , idgaf .

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black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love note ❦ ... hiiii this is the first fic i'm writing, AAAAEEEE i'm so excited, & ofc my first fic is gonna be with nanami... this is me coping the best i can, cus when i tell you... its on site with gege akutami, ooooo. (ಡ᎔ಡ) anywayyy this fic is for me to live in my delusions, because in my mind nanami is alive & thriving and gege can suck it blehhhh. also my use of lowcase letters in some instances, (like when i type 'i', or when i make reference to nanami's nickname (kennie)) this is purposeful. in addition this is gonna b prt 1 cus this was long as hell (i wanted my debut to be perfect eeeee) okay byee and enjoyyy ❦

"No Kento the tree is all wrong, i want the tassels to sit that way and the bloody balls are wonky... no nanamiii, you can’t put all the pink balls next to each other" you whine at your man.

Nanami looks pointedly at you, so you check that tone, which he has reprimanded you on, more times than you can count, but you just love how nice it is to boss him around. Such a patient and caring man, he knew how tired his precious girl was from a full day of shopping for all the Christmas decorations (that naturally he paid for), and organising the Christmas celebration for the next week. so of course he made you sit down on the couch while he made you both hot cocoa and brought your fave choco chip cookies, and peppermint candy-cane treats. Even though you repeatedly protested, wanting everything to be perfect, he wasn't going to hear a word:

"Honey, you're going to sit on the couch. i will bring us both hot coca, then you're going to tell me exactly how you want this cabin decorated."

"-But"

"Do you understand y/n?"

"Hmph yes Nanami"

"Thank you my sweet girl"

"Oh go away" you beam smiling.

You were stubborn by nature, but Nanami always knew how to take care of you and how to get you to relax for him, pliant to his demands. It was easy to let Nanami take control of the decorations while you sat so pretty for him and demanded, and whined, about the hanging of the stockings being too crooked, or how the phat tree that reached the ceiling of the living room, wasn't giving the right vibes in his elegant holiday cabin, that he asked you to celebrate Christmas with him in. Nanami was perfectly content to fix it all to your desires.

"Baby i think you've rested enough, would you like to help me decorate the tree?"

"AAAAA YES!" you squeal, as you jump up to go and help decorate the tree with your lover. But you can't help but notice how the tree seems to tower over you, as it seems that Nanami’s sheer height has created the illusion of it being normal-sized. You almost swoon.

"EEEEE that's perfect Kento, okay you have to make sure the pink star is placed at the very centre, or else i will legitimately die"

"Tch" Nanami rolls his eyes, but you still catch his smile peeking through, completely enamoured by you.

The cabin was breathtaking, even better than you could've imagined, with Nanami taking the time to ensure everything was as you wanted. Oh, how he made your heart swell.

"Do you like it, baby?" Kento asks you with genuine uncertainty as if you're not literally at a loss for words. He pulls you into a hug, holding you as you rest your head on his chest feeling completely content.

"kennie..." you whisper, "you make me so fucking happy." You can feel him bring your bodies so close together, your proximity to him makes you grow restless- nuzzling your head into his neck. You're welcomed with a wave of his cologne, filling the air with its sensual, rich woody scent. Oh, how he intoxicates you.

"i'm glad to hear that my love." he replies, while you take the time to appreciate him by kissing down his neck, trying your best to mark him just a little bit. Even though Nanami tried to avoid visible hickey marks around his neck, he can’t help but respond with a hiss, sucking in his breath in anticipation of you. He can't blame you, he would never blame his princess, not when you just get so desperate for him; Making it so hard for him to keep his composure.

"Baby, i should feed you first, hmm? You haven't eaten all day and i know you're exhausted from shopping."

You hold Nanami tighter, almost clambering up him like a tree, getting needier and needier for him as he carries you with ease, whilst kissing his neck earning a little moan from your man "mmmno kennie i want you to play with me, hold me please" as you brushed your chest against his.

Holding and caressing your face, how could he deny you, "Sweetheart..." he utters with both your faces so close to each other. The peppermint engulfs him, making his mind run frenzied with filthy, tempting thoughts of all that he could do to you.

"Please daddy," you whine as you run your pretty acrylic nails (that he paid for ofc) through his golden, luscious hair "i promise i'm okay, kennie i swear, i just need you". Even though Nanami is usually the first to say what you need, you know just as well what makes him weak for you.

Kento already losing his resolve, completely melts you into a kiss. It starts off slow, and sensual, but it is intense- oh how it turns you to goo, butterflies fluttering all around.

The kiss grows in intensity as you both grow needy, feeling him through your matching shorts. You try frustratingly to rut against his dick which makes you gasp and whine, but Kento's having none of that whining, biting your lip in retaliation. His princess is going to be good and patient for him, just as he likes.

"I've got you baby, hold on to me okay", he brings you both down onto the carpet, next to the fireplace, right under the Christmas tree. At this angle, you're able to feel him consume you, and how his hard cock rubs your swollen, aching clit over your shorts, you can practically feel his tip already leaking with precum. It's so hard to control yourself when you're with him, he takes such good care of you, and it simply makes you want him inside of you constantly.

"Pleasee" you whine as Nanami grinds against you and kisses you like he's starving, you can hardly breathe. Trying to keep up, you can't help but grab and pull his hair, his top, his pj bottoms, fucking anything-

You whine, trying to get him as close to you as possible, but it's never close enough,

"Patience princess", he begins kissing down your neck, and this makes you melt, surrendering to his control. "That's it baby, mmm i've got you, just gotta be patient for me. Daddy' s going to take care of you, promise." Nanami soothes, though his words do anything but calm you, you moan demanding more.

All control leaves you, feeling a sudden heat as you whine and pant, craving more. Nanami, usually so put together, is losing his composure to the point his throbbing dick aches just at the thought of his tip feeling your warm, sloppy pussy. But he never rushes, no he is thorough, and meticulous in all that he does for you, he will work you till you're fucking broken. A fucking mess.

"What did i just tell you, mmm baby?, i want you to be patient for me, my pretty girl thinks she can be good for me?” *bite*

"Ahhh, yes daddy" you moan, wincing from the mild pain of Nanami's bite on your neck, tethering him to you.

You know how good he rewards you when he has his way with you, how he makes you fucking drool all over him, oh you want it so bad.

"That's my girl, pull your shorts down." As he does the same with you, you watch his body and how he's decorated with your hickeys, his beautifully built body, towering over you. And as he takes down his matching pj bottoms you can see the print of his throbbing bulge, leaving a wet spot from where his impatient tip is begging to be wrapped in your tight, warm pussy.

He knows his demand makes you think he's going to fuck you stupid on his cock, that is always a struggle to take, but he knows what's best, he knows he's going to work you rigorously, till you go dumb for him, his pathetic little slut- he'll scoop you right up and feed you full...

Nanami will have you at his pace. Will work you at his pace. That's when he cradles your head into such a deep kiss, stroking your tongue with his, having your saliva mix together - so messy. So dirty. He watches as a string of spit appears between the two of you as you pull apart; he can't help but push his two fingers past your soft lips.

"Suck."

Without hesitation, you take his fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva. You just want to show him how you'll take anything for him, how perfect you are for him, how happy he makes you.

"That's it baby" he praises as you start moaning on his fingers like a starved slut, while he squeezes and lightly strokes your thighs with his other hand. You start moving your hips trying to get him to touch you where you need, oh where you need him so badly, it fucking aches, "daddy, it aches please, please touch me", you mumbled. You look up at him, to watch how his eyes are hung low, yet so intense, and his soft lips, glistening with your last kiss, have you hypnotised. Completely enchanted by you, he won’t make you wait much longer, he never wants to make his baby suffer.

Nanami brought his fingers out of your mouth, while he gripped your plump thighs and he couldn't help but take a bite. Licking and marking you so close to where you needed him. He knew you couldn't take it, he knew how he drove you fucking crazy. It was punishment, punishment for making him so easily swayed as his lady, his soon-to-be wife. The way you mewled and whined made his fingers itch to stuff your pretty little mouth again, his fixation on them was maddening. But he's made you wait long enough, he won't toy with you, not when he has to touch you, feel you, or he might burst.

"So fucking greedy" he chastises, whilst gently bringing his wet fingers down to spread your soaked lips apart so that his middle finger lightly brushes against your clit. You gasp at his touch, igniting your whole body, while Nanami watches intently, taking you in completely; "m'not" you whine,

he leans over you while his fingers take the wetness, only slightly dipping inside, to tease your needy little hole for him to toy with your throbbing clit.

"No baby?" Both of you face-to-face, he circles around your sensitive clit - you gasp and moan, for Nananmi to be right there ready to have you, holding his mouth so close to yours while you struggle just to take his fingers on that tender clit. You move your hands into his hair once again feeling so soft beneath your fingers, making him tingle while he feels your pretty nails tug.

"No kennie, i only wanna please you". Nanami responds to you by sliding his fingers into your soaked pussy, having your wetness give off a little squelch in his motions. This forced a whimper out of you, so soft, so fucking whiny "that's right baby, you're my sweet. girl. aren't you? So. good. for me. isn't that right?" Punctuating each beat of his words with the stroke of his perfectly fitted, long digits that always reach where you need them most, places where you could never get, places that get you so needy and impatient for more, that you begin clutching his shoulders, digging those pretty nails down his back, just how he needs.

"Nghhahh ken-, fuck daddy aah"

"Answer me." he reprimands, smacking your sore, marked-up thigh, once again making you remember how he's trained you, his perfect princess.

"m'sorry, daddy" you're panting - trying so hard to stay focused, trying not to lose it so quickly, so pathetically, just from a few pumps of his fingers in your sloppy pussy, his pretty pussy. "Yes daddy, i'm only good for you, only you kennie" you mewl.

Nanami, gives into you completely, enveloping you in a passionate kiss, bringing your tongues together, stroking against each other. He mirrors the curve and dips of his tongue with his fingers, bringing his thumb to your clit disciplining you like his perfect slut, while he plays with your little bundle of nerves, just how he wants. While he curves his fingers to find the spot, oh that spot that makes you lose your fucking mind, that you can no longer kiss him how you want, so hard for you to keep up. You've given in to him, so pliant for him to play with. You sob, gripping and clutching even harder onto his back, making him hiss and moan in pain. You can both feel his bulge grow impossibly hard, oozing precum on your plush thighs that begin to shake.

"Sshhh baby, i've got you, daddy's got you mmm,"

"nngh ahh kennie i can't, please... ohhh ffuck" you sob rolling your head back and arching your back so pretty for him

"i know baby, i know, but you're gonna take it for me, won't you?" Nanami brings his other hand to pull and hold you down so you're laid out for him, putting some pressure on your pelvis so you feel what he's doing with you more intensely.

Your pants, your moans, whines, Nanami soaks them all up, going straight to his throbbing cock, aching in pain. Wanting nothing more than to stuff you so fucking full, and coat you all over, with his cum, make his cum fucking leak out of you. So you're a drooling mess on his dick.

Alas, he is a patient man.

"Please, i can-nghh can't" you whimper, trying to hold his hand, to get him to slow down, even just a little, just to take it a little easy on your aching pussy.

"Move your hand." he says it so sternly it makes you almost fucking orgasm squeezing your knees together and mewling like a fucking slut. Nanami immediately slaps you (softly whilst still stern), the sting making your eyes prick with tears immediately making you regret your actions,

"Daddy m'sorry" you sob, all while he doesn't let up from fucking your sore little pussy with his fingers. Make you take them without complaint because that's how good girls behave. He separates and holds your thighs apart warning you,

"If you try that shit again honey, i will hurt you, do you understand?"

"Yes sir" you whimper, averting your eyes from him and biting your lip to still try and muffle your moans

"Look at me y/n... there's my sweet girl" as he removes his hand holding your thighs to stroke your face, bringing his thumb to your mouth-

“-Suck baby", and of course, his thumb is in your mouth without a second thought. you suck and moan on his thumb so pretty, while his other hand toys with you. Unrelenting, firm and yet still soft, Nanami holds and fucks you like the most delicate slut, his only slut.

"Daddy- fuckkkmngh ahh" Nanami can feel your pretty pussy clench around his fingers, gripping him in so perfectly so that he finds that little spongey spot, that only he gets. At this point, you're already a blubbering mess, but once he starts to stroke up on your g-spot- so deep. so firm. you feel as though you're going to fucking combust. You grip his arm so firm you almost try and wiggle away, Nanami has gotten you so sensitive it's almost hard to take

"i know baby, fuck, i know..." he softly whispers in your ear, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth falling agape whilst his thumb is still on your lips, causing some drool to pool down your cheek. You look so beautifully fucked. Nanami is holding on by a thread to not flip you over and genuinely fuck your brains out, he wants to make you come over and over, one after the other, but he will never rush, he is a thorough man.

"... you'll take it for me though, i know you can baby" he softly groans, whilst rutting his pulsing dick on your thighs slightly, his tip so pretty turning red whilst it gently hits the flush of your thighs, angry and throbbing.

"Oh my god aaa fu-kennie! daddy aa-" Your legs start twitching, white borders building as you start tearing up from pleasure. You quickly bring your arms around Kento holding on to him, begging him not to stop, he couldn't possibly do such a thing, he wants you fucking cum drunk.

"I've got you baby, let go, come for me mmm," he says after kissing your forehead so softly, while your hips buck and your body twitches, you're barely coherent, blubbering and begging to cum.

"There's my good girl, you're going to cum on my fingers" keeping his fingers firm and steady, curving into your tight little fucking pussy, while circling your puffy clit so perfectly. You clutch and keen onto Nanami, leaving marks all over him that sting so badly. You look so wildly desperate to simply fuck yourself till all your thoughts are on him alone. But it's when Nanami begins biting and marking you down your neck- exacerbating your pleasure, making you tingle all over as your nipples perk up. Your head falls back to expose yourself to him, moaning and whining to his surrender "Daddy-" you whine "I'm gon- gonna cum" as you finally cum undone, spiralling- you sob wantonly, cumming with a loud whimpering cry.

Having all your pleasure gush onto Nanami, as he fucks your mess back into you slowly which makes you hiss from overstimulation.

"Sshh baby, you made a mess all over daddy, can't have it all go to waste mmm? i have to fuck it all back inside, gotta take care of you mm" he whispers down into a kiss holding you in place while you whimper... so fucking sensitive…❦

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cora0rr3m · 7 months ago

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HAZELNUT TOFFEE COOKIE, A SPEAR WARRIOR OF THE DARK CACAO KINGDOM

Hi yall!! Finally finished my self-insert oc!!! This took me days, so likes and reblogs r appreciated!! <3

Full bio and art below (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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Lesbian + Demigirl

Pronouns: She/They

Age: Around her 20’s (as of the first dark cacao update)

- INTRODUCTION ★

Within the walls of the Black Citadel, training day and night. A Cookie fearful, yet courageous to face the horrors that lie within the Licorice Sea. Hazelnut Toffee Cookie— one of the remarkable spear warriors of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Kind, compassionate towards subordinates, but most especially who embraces with fiery passion the Cacaoian Martial Art of spear wielding. She holds the almighty Tough Toffee Spear— its aura shines with passion and bravery. Even during times she’s frightened and has lost all hope, she perseveres even through the coldest night. As long as she has a king to serve, she’s never backing down.

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- BONDS/RELATIONS ★

- She has admired Caramel Arrow Cookie as more than a friend since they started training together. She has kept this a secret though because of the strict, witholding society of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, which also prohibits soldiers from dating eachother— mandated by the king himself. (still not official in my AU tho!! Still working on it)

- Cube Choco Cookie is her uncle on her mother’s side. He is where Hazelnut Toffee gets most of her love for Cacaoian Martial Arts from, since her father died due to his arm being amputated while fighting a battle in war that time. (More on this in another future post)

- Knew and became friends with Second Watcher because of Cara + the whole kingdom jokes about them being siblings because of their eyepatch lol

- Also became friends with Gatekeeper Cookie because of Carrow

- Dark Choco, Carrow, Crunchy Chip, and her were all friends since they first started training. But then Dark Choco left, and ever since Hazelnut felt resentment and confusion towards him. But overtime, she started feeling empathetic for him and misses him as a brother/friend sometimes.

- Affogato both teased Cara and Hazel, but Hazel got teased the most because of her soft personality, but would often get defended strongly by Cara, Hazel did the same. 🥺🥺🥺

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Well, thats all for this post guys!! Please stick around to know more about Hazelnut Toffee Cookie— thanks!! <33

#crk #cookie run kingdom #coraarts #coraocs #dark cacao kingdom #crk oc art #crk oc #its quite obvs this is a self insert all so i can kiss cara 💔😭#caramel arrow cookie #crunchy chip cookie #dark choco cookie #dark cacao cookie #STICK AROUND FOR HAZELARROW!!!!! >:)) 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈#what? oh no js worked late so that i can ship a self insert oc with my favorite character #so normal behavior 🎀#coraaus #hazelnut toffee cookie

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elixirq23 · 2 years ago

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Gloss

“Your lips look so shiny, it makes me wanna kiss them until they turn matte”

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

(DO NOT REPOST, ORIGINAL WORK BY ME A.K.A @elixirq23)

genre: smut, fluff

warnings!: soft dom;jisung x sub;fem reader, fingering, oral (f & m recieving), praise kink (like A HUGE one), nicknames. (I think that’s it, lmk if there’s smth else)

“Fuck.” You said, as you flipped a page of your book, realising you missed a page. “What’s wrong?” Your roommate, Jisung asked you. “I missed a page, now I don’t know what’s going on. At this point, I’m gonna fail the exam.” you sighed as you took another sip of your coffee. “C’mon, Y/N. Both of us have been at this for the past 3 months. If we still fail, then fuck it. We’ll run away with Minho hyung or something” he said, making little doodles with his black pen on the back of both of your hands. You giggled after seeing two penises with stars around them on both of your hands.

You chuckled at the thought. “You think he would let me come with you guys?”, and han nodded. “I’m exhausted. I really want to sleep, but I can’t.” you walked over to it and groaned loudly as you fell onto it, landing on your face. You felt breathless as Jisung lied on your back. “J-Ji I c-can’t breathe!” He stood up, and you squealed as he picked you up as he stood up.

“PUT ME DOWN BEFORE I STOP BUYING YOU CHEESECAKES AND COFFEE YOU IDIOT” you sighed as he gently seated you on the bed. He sat down beside you and started laughing. His adorable heart shaped smile and Adam’s apple showed, and your heart melted at the sight. His hair looked messy. They slightly covered his eyes, which were barely visible because he was still laughing his ass off. His cheeks were pink and puffy, and you wanted to squish them until they were completely red. You’ve liked jisung for a while now, but have been too oblivious to figure out that he fell first and fell HARDER.

“You need to calm down, and I’ve got just the trick.” He said while you walked back to your desk, shaking your head no. “Sorry, ji, but not today. I really need to study.”

“Please, just for today? For me?” He said, giving you the puppy eyes. You groan as you say, “fine, but just for today.” as he jumps up and down like a little child on Christmas morning. Next think you know both of you are in a convenience store, eating ramyun with ice-cream and drinks. Both of you got the spicy ones since you like competing to see who can take it, and you got choco chip cookie ice cream with a cold coffee, while he got a strawberry ice cream with an iced mocha.

“Bro, Jae-hoon and Hannah are literally couple goals. They went on a date the other day, and Jae decorated that crusty ass gazebo near the river in that abandoned vacation home with flowers and light and pictures and stuff.” Han said, stuffing his face with more food.

Your eyes widened, “How come Hannah didn’t tell me?! Well, I know Chan hyung won’t be to happy about it!” You said, laughing as you thought about how he would react. Both of you started mocking him before throwing away the trash and buying some more snacks. You ran to the dorm, once again racing each other, and gave your favourite old security guard some food.

Both of you played some games together, and had some snacks as well. You had completely forgot about the tests. Until the game was over. You both just looked around, until you faced each other. “I- I’ll be honest. I’m thinking about the exam.” You said, not being able to take the silence anymore. He sighed. “Same.” You both thought of some things to do together, but in vain. “I’ma go change into more comfy clothes. Be right back!” You said as you walked off to your room. You changed into some grey shorts and one of Jisung’s purple shirts. You removed your bra and sighed in relief because it had been suffocating you all day. You put on a little lip gloss, because why not? You liked it!

As you walked into the living room, Jisung’s eyes widened. He was glad the lights were dim, or he would’ve been fucked (pun intended). His breath got caught in his throat when he saw you in his shirt and some really short shorts. He felt shame and embarrassment any time he thought of you like that.

But right now, you were making it really hard (quite literally) for him to not do so. Your nipples poking out of his shirt, and your beautiful thighs on display. Oh god, and your beautiful, plump lips. He’s imagined kissing them and watching them moan his name. He loves them, so much. He gulped as you sat down and ran your fingers through your hair. “So, did you think of anything to do?” you asked him, still unaware of the bulge in his sweatpants. “Uh, no.” He quickly replied, getting harder by the second.

you looked at him, confused, until you noticed it. “Oh.” You accidentally said out loud, and he covered his face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry” he said, looking away. “Uh, don’t worry, ji.” You said, smiling. Your smile fell when you spoke the next part, “Um, is it- is it because- of me?” You asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

“Um, y-yeah?” He said hesitantly. You pressed your lips together, and gathered up all the courage you had. What other chance will you get? “C-can I help? Only I-if you want though” you said, fidgeting with your fingers. He looked at you as if he’d seen a ghost, but quickly cleared his throat and mumbled a quick ‘sure’. You kneeled on the floor and looked him in the eye once more before slowly pulling down his sweats and boxers.

whoa. He’s… huge. You were basically drooling as you spread the drops of pre-cum on his length. He bit his lip to suppress a moan, and you said, “no, ji. Don’t hesitate. Be as vocal as you want” you said, before wrapping your lips around the tip of his length. You began bobbing your head up and down slowly, and Han groaned at the feeling. You slowly quickened your pace. You looked up to see han, and oh my god. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Beads of sweat flowing down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes closed shut and lips in a line. His moans and whimpers just made it so much better. You felt yourself getting more and more aroused, and Jisung began getting louder. You went faster, and felt his cock twitch in your mouth. You let out a low groan and that just finished it for jisung. He emptied into your mouth with a high-pitched whine, said your name followed by a few curses and you wiped the cum off the edges of you lips.

“That was… amazing Y/N… thanks” he said. “Um, can I- may I- only if you want, uh- help you out?” he asked, and you blushed. “Oh um, are you s-sure?” you spoke and he nodded. You sat next to him and he looked into your eyes. “C-can I kiss you?” He asked, and your heart did a flip. “It’s just, your lips still look so shiny, and, you kinda just sucked me off so-”

“JI!” you said as he raised his hands. You nodded before connecting your lips together. He adjusted your position so you were now straddling him. Your hands were on his shoulders, while his travelled around your body. He snuck his hands into your (his) shirt and played with your tits. You moaned into his mouth as he squeezed your right nipple and he snuck his tongue into your mouth. he thought your lips tasted like strawberries. He was obsessed, intoxicated. He wanted to kiss you forever, but he knew he wanted you to be pleased as well. He began trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck, then to your collarbone, and you whimpered when he found your sweet spot. He gently removed his shirt off you, and you did the same with him.

Once you were comfortably lying on the couch, he removed your shorts too. he took a minute to appreciate your beauty. “You’re stunning.” He said, and you blushed at the comment. “T-thanks”.

He took your right breast in his hand and sucked on it, and you gasped. He played with your other breast. “J-ji, want you to touch me” you said, not being able to talk properly. “I will, baby. Just want you to feel good, yeah?” he said before going lower until his head was between you thighs. He slowly blew a little air and you squirmed in your place. He chuckled before dipping his middle finger into your wet folds.

you gasped at the feeling. “You’re so wet, princess” he said before kissing your inner thighs. He licked a stripe up your slit and you whimpered, already bucking your hips. “It’s ok baby, I’ll make you feel good. Don’t get impatient”

he slowly sucked and licked your pussy and used his fingers to make an eight figure on your clit. You moaned loudly as he licked faster and deeper. You felt your high coming and Han replaced his tongue with his fingers so he could go faster. “Han-Hannie!” You squealed as he added 2 more fingers into your heat. “You’re doing great princess, you’re stunning” he said. He whispered other praises into you ears and kissed you hard, which did not slow his fingers down a bit.

he bit your bottom lip and swallowed all the moans of his name ans whimpers you let out. He went back down and licked your clit, and he kept hitting your g-spot, so you felt your high coming. “H-hannie, ‘m gonna cum! Please, let me cum!” you whisper, your eyelids getting heavy. “Cum for me, honey. Cum all over my fingers, pretty.” and that’s all it took. His words and praises just pushed you closer, and you came undone on his digits.

you were pretty tired, so he cleaned you up and made you wear one of his shirts. As both of you sat down on the bed, the room fell silent. suddenly, you blurted out “I like you. A lot. I’ve liked you since you came up to me in 8th grade and started singing that stupid song you made with chan and changbin, ‘Jogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyeo?’” and covered your face with your hands. Han didn’t say anything, he just tapped your cheek.

you looked at him, and he kissed your cheek. “I like you too, Y/N.”

you felt your insides churn up, and hugged him (more like tackled him on the bed but ok). You turned of the lights and checked the time. 2.45 am? Nice. You snuggled into his chest, and he held you close. “So does this mean we get to fuck often?”

“HAN JISUNG!”

Hope you liked it <3

(Do not repost, original work by me A.K.A @elixirq23)u

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