#pastel meringue x reader

[lohotine]

I can't sleep so have this

Multiple x Reader

Synopsis: what they do when you can't sleep

Warnings: Not proof read

"What are you even still doing up?" They'd ask, sleepily rubbing their eyes.

"Can't sleep," You'd respond.

They had a semi annoyed look on their face before sighing.

"You're not even trying." They lay back down beside you, wrapping their arms around your waist and resting their head on your shoulder.

"I am..." you said.

"No you're not. Your eyes aren't even closed." They lazily trace the features on your face with their finger before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

"Now close your eyes, dummy."

RANPO EDOGAWA, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, Muichiro, Sampo Koski, Aventurine, HEIZOU, Lyney, TIGHNARI, Cyno, WANDERER, KEQING, Prune Juice, Pitaya Dragon, Longan Dragon

"Hm? Are you still awake? At this hour?" Their expression shifts into one of worry.

"Oh I just can't fall asleep. That's all.." you say in an attempt to shake their concern.

"No no no, that simply won't do." They get up from the bed and start walking towards the door.

"Where are you going-?" You lean up on the bed.

"Don't worry about it too much. I'll be right back." They give you a soft smile that you can barely see in the dark before exiting the room.

It doesn't take long before they come back with a cup of freshly made tea.

They take a seat on the bed next to you and hand you the cup.

"Now... is there anything else you need? I can pick out a good story to read... or maybe youd prefer somthing else?"

ATSUSHI, Tanjiro, AYATO, Ayaka, Kazuha, KAVEH, Lynette, NEUVILLETTE, Sunday, Robin, Misha, Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan, Lingyang, Yangyang, Pastel Meringue, PURE VANILLA, Affogato, Clotted Cream, Red Velvet

"You're still up?" They ask, entering the room.

"Clearly you are as well..."

They cross their arms and lean against the door frame. "I am, but at least I'm actually doing something. What are you doing, staring at the ceiling?"

Your expression shifts into one of annoyance "What else am I supposed to do?"

They sigh before getting onto the bed and laying down on your lap.

"If you're going to pull an all-nighter, you might as well do it with me."

Dazai Osamu, Yanqing, XINGQUI, Sethos, Venti, Hu Tao, Furina de Fontaine, Shadow Milk, Royal Margarine, Licorice

[djljpanda]

hello

I was really trying to find pastel meringue x reader but I couldn't find but since now I found your account I will be really happy if you can make

pastel meringue x reader

sorry if I came as awkward this is my first time doing this

Pastel Meringue Cookie X Gn Reader

(A/n: It’s okay don’t worry, I was awkward my first time doing an ask. I did made up a little story, thank you for requesting.)

So Pastel Meringue Cookie has had a crush on you from the moment you walked through the doors of Romantic Sugar.

He was happy that you found an interest in his clothing so he had to make you try on some and when you did he fell more in love. Just sing you in lace, bows, and frills he could die here and be happy.

You do come around and today was the day he was finally going to go on a date with you. Yesterday you walked into Romantic Sugar and walked up to him and to his surprise to ask him out on a cafe date.

He was embarrassed on how quickly he said yes but you were just happy to see him agree to go on the date. So Pastel Meringue woke up extra early to make sure he looked perfect for you, as you are the one who is going to give him his fairy tale ending.

It was weird for him to feel nervous right now as he always walked around with confidence but all that washed away when you he saw you waiting for him.

Now the date just like he dreamed of you were such a gentle cookie and treating him like a prince. The conversations you two had went on for hours, you didn’t seem bothered when he talked about his upcoming designs. You even asked if you can be his model, “Why not my clothes always look good on you”.

After the cafe date Pastel Meringue wanted to walk you home as he wanted you to be safe, you thought it was the cutest thing in Earthbread. As you walked to your front door you turned back around to talk to Pastel Meringue one last time, “I really hoped you had a great time” “It was wonderful, thank you Y/n cookie”.

There was a silence there till you leaned down and he leaned up for a kiss. This kiss was sweet but you both wished it would last longer but sadly you must cut this date off as it was now late. “So should I see you at Romantic Sugar tomorrow?” “Of course how else are you gonna take my measurements”.

You both slept good that night as just like in fairy tales you both finally found your one true love.

[brittle-doughie]

Fashion Week 2?

B/N = business name

Your business is always a pleasure, my darling. Take care now!

“Oh you! Don’t be surprised if you find a party invitation in the mail soon!”

You bid Cheesecake Cookie goodbye as you went to assess your inventory. Those clothes took a bunch of resources to make, so it was wise to take note of how much you had left before you decide to head into the city for more.

A knocking came from your shop door, you announce whoever was out there to come in!

“Paper delivery to Y/N Cookie, fresh off the presses!”

Ah, you accepted the newspaper and thanked the cookie before sending him on his way. You unrolled it and looked at the major headline that covered the page it was on.

“Super Fashion Week returns this year with another set of aspiring designers that plan to wow audiences with their style of clothing!”

“The theme of this line being of “transformation”, with two rising designers in particular leading the charge, Pastel Meringue Cookie of Romantic Sugar, and Currant Cream Cookie of Crown Punky!”

Ah yes, fresh talent. This line of work could use a couple more of those. You can’t really favor one over the other for now, both of their styles do what they do best, you’re certain there will be fans for either one of them, that’s a given.

“The famous designers of the last Fashion Week, Chocolate Bonbon Cookie and Sour Belt Cookie will be attending this Week’s fashion show! It is unknown if designer Y/N Cookie of B/N will be attending the occasion! The two designers agree that they should though with their remarks!”

Hm?

“With such great work coming from Pastel and Currant, it saddens me to hear that Y/N Cookie is not amongst the line up. I’ve worked with this cookie before and the talent I’ve seen with flavor and texture, they’re a natural. It would be truly wonderful if Y/N Cookie were to participate in this fashion week! If you ever want attire that suits you, I would recommend B/N. You’d be getting wonderful outfits and would be helping a close friend of mine!”

“Y/N Cookie’s stuff is really good, so you could imagine how surprised I was that they weren’t joining in on this fashion week. They were the cookie to go to if you were in need of some cool outfits, the quality is well worth the coins! They’re not limited by anything, so you can usually just stroll in and ask for something. You’d not only be helping them with your business, but for me too by takin’ my advice!”

You looked over to your line of clothes, were they really good enough to be presented on stage? You had your doubts, but if Bonbon and Sour Belt say that your stuff is great, then that gave you some confidence in your ability to make clothes.

It would also be a neat opportunity to meet these two new designers of Pastel and Currant, maybe you all could be pals in the end?

[sleepingdeath-light]

the cutest thing ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (11/04/23)

word count ; 1085

content ; praise kink, first time, top!pastel meringue

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; pastel meringue cookie x male reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

His bed was exactly what you'd expected: a few dozen pillows (all perfectly pink and lined with white frills) were dotted about the mattress, half up by the headboard and the rest scattered around in an oddly complimentary pattern; there was several layers of blankets and sheets, all varying shades of pink, each a different fabric and thickness, peeled back at the corner to show the bright cross-section; the frame was intricately patterned and made of white decorated wood, with four posters and three sets of curtains — pink and translucent. And then there was you, bare as the day you were born laid in the very centre of the bed, legs spread wide to accommodate your boyfriend as he diligently worked your ass open with his lubricated fingers.

Scissoring and thrusting and crooking and massaging you open as best he could. His movements clumsy and careful but increasing in pace as his confidence grew, spurred on by your quiet moans and groans and whines — occasionally looking up to meet your eye as he praised you.

'That's it, darling, be as loud as you like,’

'Those little sounds are the cutest thing, please don't feel the need to stop,'

'You look so adorable like this... no, don't look away, you really do!'

'You're very tight, please try and relax — I won't bite unless you ask,'

'Oh? That sound was new; did you enjoy that?'

Pastel Meringue's tone was unusually gentle but his usual haughtiness was still ringing clear in his demeanour and his words. It was clear in how his touches were becoming more and more certain and targeted as time went on, targeting spots inside of you that gave him the best reactions: the arching back, the loudest moans, the breathiest groans and the most shameless pleas of 'right there' or 'please'. It was clear in the way his grin would broaden and grow whenever he noticed your neglected dick throbbing or jumping at a particularly pleasurable movement.

It was clear in the way that, after several minutes of slowly working you open and prepping you, he pulled his hand back and positioned himself right at your entrance without a moment’s hesitation. How he was all too comfortable in crawling up your body and encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. How he peppered your face with kisses and reassured you as he slowly — slowly — pushed into your waiting entrance.

‘Hang on, darling, you’ve got this,’

‘You’re so cute, so handsome,’

‘Don’t bite your lip, let me hear all of those cute sounds,’

‘That’s my beautiful boy, that’s it,’

And, when he finally bottomed out, he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and uttered one final bit of praise whilst he waited for you to adjust — his words punctuated by a moan when you shifted ever so slightly beneath him.

‘You feel so good, darling… amazing,’

————

After giving you a few minutes of grace time to adjust, and after you whimpered out the approved go-ahead signal, Pastel Meringue finally began to move. It started off simply, as one might expect, defined by slow and shallow thrusts as the two of you tested the waters and grew accustomed to this new feeling — but, as with all things in his life, Pastel Meringue quickly got the hang of things and settled into a rhythm that suited both of your needs perfectly.

Alternating between slow and perfectly angled thrusts that had him sliding into you from root to tip each time, positioning his hips just-so in order to consistently hit your p-spot, and quick shallow pounding that had your entire body shifting in time with his. It was enough to have the mild pain of the stretch fade into unfamiliar pleasure, each thrust sending a new wave of sensation and need straight to your cock and coaxing fresh moans and groans and whimpers from your lips. Sounds that only served to spur him on even more.

Each moan translated into an angled thrust straight into your most sensitive spot. Every whimper earned you a passionate, messy kiss to your parted lips. Groans had him pressing his pelvis and stomach down in just the right way to give you a brief few moments of stimulation to your sex. Pleas got you exactly what you asked for along with intermittent praise from the man above you.

‘Faster’ encouraged him to revert back to shallow, quick pounding of his hips against yours. ‘Deeper’ went the opposite way: slow, deep thrusts that had him pulling out until just the very tip was inside of you before sharply pushing forwards until he was fully sheathed within you. ‘Harder’ or ‘There’ translated as directly as he could until he was basically fucking you down into the mattress.

All the while praising you for how ‘cute’ your expressions looked, how ‘pretty’ your sounds were and how ‘perfectly’ you took him for your first time. Saturating your mind with adoration and your body with pleasure until you couldn’t take it any longer and finally fell over the edge.

It seemed like all of your senses were firing at once, overwhelming you whilst somehow feeling dulled. Your vision was overcome by smears of bright white and blurred by tears of pleasure that threatened to spill any moment now. Your lungs were burning, desperate for air, yet you were unable to do anything but cry out for him — cry his name, beg for more, try to pull him closer as he came to a stuttering stop and filled you with his cum. Your trembling limbs wrapped around him — arms wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him forwards into a kiss and legs around his waist pulling him taut against you so he couldn’t pull out.

Desperate for contact. Desperate for him. Desperate to be grounded whilst being overwhelmed by wave after wave of white hot pleasure wracking through your body.

Unbothered about the mess he’d made of you — or that you had made of you — and comfortable to ignore your cum as it pooled on your stomach and collected on his as he remained pressed tightly against you. Comfortable to ignore the feeling of his release slowly seeping out of your ass as his spent dick softened in the aftermath of his own climax.

Just wanting to stay in the moment forever, as Pastel Meringue briefly broke the kiss to peck the tip of your nose and murmur a brief comment that had you grinning against his lips.

‘You did so well, my wonderful, pretty boy,’

[scorchieart]

Characters: Gilbert von Obsidian x F!Reader

POV: 1st person Genre: Slice of Life

Prompt #4: “I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be lying.”

Wordcount: 999

A/N: I did it, you guys! Thank you Mary Ellen for the request and the vote of confidence, and pretty much laying the groundwork for this entire fic, it could not have been done without you. And thank you to everyone else who believed I could write Gilbert, this one goes out to you all!

I missed the little rabbit the moment I sent her away. Each day in her absence was like blindly wading through the thickest bog, pushing and pulling with no end in sight, as though the sun had forgotten to dawn. I missed the way she happily hopped into my sights like a footloose bunny, spun poetry from the even most mundane of topics like a morning dove, and warmed my skin as heartily as a babe seeking her mother’s embrace. 

All these things and more I wanted to convey upon her return, to tell her of the heartache that flowed through my veins as organically as my own blood, both sustaining and rotting me from the inside out, but one look at her glittering smile dissolved those woes quicker than any antidote, and we were back to our daily routine.

My little bunny and I, side-by-side. Nothing in between.

“Won’t you at least try one of Prince Yves’s danishes? He prepared four entire batches before agreeing to let me bring some back for you.”

Her words were sincere and earnest, and I could tell she truly had my best interest at heart as she carefully arranged three pastel pastries from a rose-draped basket onto a plate. A gentle breeze whistled through the gazebo where we sat, and though our shoulders were flush against each other, the sweets she carried seemed to separate us once again, like a border between winter and spring.

“I’d much rather have one of your famous double-chocolate dipped cookies instead,” I said, lightly pushing the plate back onto the table with the hilt of my cane. “Or a dozen.”

She frowned and picked the plate up again. “But I can make those for you any day. These were prepared only just this morning, and I went through a great deal making sure they stayed level on the journey. The meringue in the batter will deflate if we wait any longer.”

“And that is precisely what I want,” I said. Though we have known each other for quite some time now, I still wondered whether she could pick up on all my cues. Visual ones she mastered instantly, as did most who met me, like when I tap my cane on the ground to grab attention or tilt my head to emphasize a point. But she still needed to work on subtext, because while I meant my comment to be endearing and praiseworthy of her talents, she responded by turning the other cheek and letting out a snide “Humph!”

I truly enjoyed this playful side of her. It assured me that what I believed in was shared by another soul; that one was never too old to cling to childish habits. But what I wanted more than anything now was a return to our normal relationship, back to when the sun dawned brightly on my days like I heard it does in Rhodolite.

“Have I gone and upset my little rabbit? This simply will not do, especially in the midst of my terrain,” I said, a playful rumble gurgling in my belly as I pronounced each word. “Of course, the ill-manners of a beast left alone to prowl in his big empty castle are expected upon the first meeting of his beloved bunny after ages of crippling solitude, yes?”

She turned to face me, and in an instant I knew she had fallen yet again for my renowned duplicity, innocent as I was today.

“It wasn’t exactly ages,” she began, her face clouding with guilt. “But… I guess I have been gone longer than usual this time. I thought bringing the sweets would cheer you up, but is there any other way I could make it up to you? Besides the cookies, I mean.” She added, and the rumble in my belly released in a low chuckle.

“I have several ideas,” I said, the childlike sensation surging inside me. I raised my hand between us, palm facing upward. A few moments passed as she stared blankly at it before she caved.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked, poking my hand with her forefinger.

“Well, that’s your mission now, isn’t it?” I said, stretching my cheeks in a wide grin. “There are many answers to this riddle, but only picking the best will absolve you of your misdeed.”

“And if I don’t pick the best answer?” she said.

I tilted my head and her eyes went wide. Yes, I do believe she has my visual cues down pat.

“You’re just bluffing, aren’t you?” she stammered. “Come on, it’s not like me staying away for that long was so bad. It’s not that big of a deal, right? Right?”

“Hmm. I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be lying,” I said. Of course, I was only playing this up for my own amusement, but seeing her urgently wanting to keep in my good favor gave a certain rebelliousness I could only find enjoyment with in her, my little bunny. I lightly shook my hand. “Tick tock.”

She lowered the plate and frantically looked around the gazebo, eyes darting to the table and the exit and our seat and the flora surrounding us. It was a little difficult concealing my excitement; she wouldn’t find what she was looking for around us. I could have sprung up this game in the middle of a wasteland and it would make no difference. 

Her eyes finally shut in concentration, and I took in the subtle beauty of her musings. It was like looking through a mirror of my time when she was away. Lost in thought, with no lifeline to cling to.

But in an instant, her eyes shot open and she beamed. Before I could react, she seized my upturned hand in both of hers and lunged at me, burying her face in my chest, my once-nippy fingers held captive in the compressed space between us. Touching. Nothing in between.

“Did I get it right?”

At least I can say I was able to write him before canon complicity shunted him from my grasp for the next year.

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[sugarcookiesandsins]

Summary: Oh the beauty of a powdered sugar love. Rating: M Warnings: Sub!Cafe Owner!Kim Seokjin x Dom!Psycology Major!Reader, cuffs, ties, plastic cock, oral (female and male receiving), slight edging and begging, sub worship cause Kim Seokjin is a pretty sub Word Count:  2k+

On most days, you wanted nothing more than to collapse into your dorm room. The long days of lectures in the morning followed by labs at night, really managed to wring your body of all its energy. But today, on the way back from your Chem Lab, which was, for some reason, began at seven pm, something drew you to the small shop hidden in the rush of your university. It was disgustingly pink, but it was still reputed to be the best in town. Pushing open the door, you were hit with the soft essence of vanilla bean and coffee, blending together in a way that brought back Christmas as a child.

The interior was soft pastels and seemed to exists in that space where time was no longer a factor. It didn’t stop, but it...just...didn't...matter as much as it used to. This was an escape from the incessant ticking of the minute and hour hand that never seemed to care about the millions watching them. 

As education-driven women, you focused on the clock more than you would like. Always glancing at the face on your wrist and giving it so much more importance than you really should. This shop existed outside of that world, and you felt at peace for once. The once infuriating tick tick tick seemed to melt away, replaced with soft ding of a timer going off and the oven opening. 

He stood tall and proud, with his tray of cookies in one hand and a class of milk in the other. “You looks like you could use a break.” His smile was warm, the same chocolate of the cookies reflecting in his soft eyes. Placing the glass in front of you, you watched the steam rise out of it. Warm Milk. 

The faint strands danced and sang, performing for you all the way until they disappeared into a world you were not privy to. His voice brought you back Spiced Warm Milk. Christmas morning, cookies and all.

For the rest of the time the shop was open, you remained there. Sat at the counter, still nursing that warm mug while carrying on a conversation with the owner. Jin, you had found, was actually your senior having graduated the year before but stayed on campus grounds to run his cafe and be a teaching assistant to an intro economics course. Multiple times, you had seen freshman students. the tell-tale signs of exhaustion painting their faces as they ran in. It only took them a moment to find Jin and to accost him with questions. 

But he didn't mind. Jin never minded anything it seemed to you, and for a moment you marveled at how good he was at maintaining a mask. As a psychology major, it seemed filthy habit to just 'notice' things about everyone you met. And sitting there for the last hour had given you ample time to figure out the sandy-haired man who seemed to never stop smiling. 

He knew someone was watching him, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Still he finished helping his student before turning to see the girl that had so intrigued him. just looking. No expression on her face but narrowed eyes giving away what she was doing. 

"You're studying me." He was blunt, letting a bit of his mask unknowingly slip as he tried to figure out your motivations for doing so. 

"And?" You were in no way phased. One of the first things you had learned was that most people didn't like being evaluated, it became too personal too fast, and no one liked that. 

"What do you see?" 

Leaning over him, hunger in your eyes, you whispered your answer to that question he had asked so long ago. "I see a beautiful baby boy, just waiting to be devoured." He moaned at your answer, not that he could do much more around the panties stuffed into his mouth. Feeling his body shiver below you, you leaned down to the erect nipples, admiring the way they looked, blush pink against the milk coffee of his skin. 

He tasted of the bakery too, his skin sweet like it had been coated in confectioners sugar and his mouth tasted of the little macaroons that he displayed behind the glass case. You moaned against his nipple, the taste too good for words. The vibration against his nipple went straight to his head, arching his back in a way that made your pussy weep. You hadn't even gotten to the best bits yet and he was already mewling like the perfect kitten. 

"You sound so pretty, gumdrop." From the get-go you had picked up on his little kink for nicknames. To his, it was praise of the highest degree and he loved hearing every single one spoken over his prone body. Your voice sounded soft and airy, like meringue or mousse. Flavor erupting from every word, but still light enough to make him fly.

A soft tug on his nipple as you pulled away, made him groan, the panties still muffling the full sound. His voice had turned husky with you, like the kind you would sooth with ginger tea, the tang softened by silky honey. 

Reaching for the bedside table, you brought out the plastic strap-on that you had wanted to use on him since the first time you had seen him. It was a soft pastel pink and reminded you of his shop and his whole aesthetic. He was your soft, pastel boy. 

After securing the ties, you straddled him once again, cooing at how pretty he looked with your marks dotting his skin. "Look how beautiful." Soft fingers traced the surface of his skin where you had left your own claim on his pastry persona. Shifting forward, you leaned over to remove your panties from his mouth. His saliva making it more damp than your arousal had. Tossing it to the side, you leaned down to taste him once again, his mouth open and eager as it had ever been to caress your tongue with his own. 

Pulling away, you allowed the spider-web of spit the both of you had created to fall on your cock. It would look so perfect with his cherry lips wrapped around it. Moving it closer to his mouth, you allowed it to tap gently on his lips, the color contrast already looking like cake and frosting. 

"Open up baby. I wanna see how well these sweet lips can take this cock." And in proper fashion, you didn't have to tell him twice. With a renewed hunger, he accepted the plastic tool, his teeth damn near yanking it closer so he could take it deeper. As you fucked his mouth you could feel the strap rub against your swollen pussy, causing it to weep even more. 

His reddened eyes look up at you with tears brimming the edge, threatening to fall. But he still didn’t stop. You felt his throat swallow around the plastic cock as he continued to bob his head. The sheen of sweat making his skin glow like liquid gold under the lights of your bedroom. Hair slick with exertions snaking around your fingers as you guided him gently.

The jingle of handcuff made you check his wrists. There was nothing he liked better than to be tied down with the cold metal as you had your way with him. It was stress relief. It was love. He saw it in your eyes , wide and blown out. He felt it in your touch, velvet hands tracing his muscles. He heard it in your voice, cooing at him with sugary praise. 

“Sugar baby.” Sweet boy.” Everything he wanted to be for you. And he smelt it - oh god he smelt it - your scent was intoxicating. And he could see the reflection of the light on your thighs where your arousal dripped down your legs.

As he bobbed his head, you reached your hand behind you to grip on his cock, feeling with your thumb the few drops of pre-cum already spilling from the tip. The rest of your hand felt the veins that traveled up and down, snaking around his length in places that you knew would be your undoing. 

You wanted to see that cock cum, and you wanted it now. Without a word, you removed the plastic tool from his mouth and discarded it. Initially your plan was to fuck him into oblivion, but you decided to opt for a more sensual route. One where he would look more messy and you would be able to taste his orgasm. 

You crawled towards his cock, turning so you lay between his legs, watching his face from around the phallus. Slowly exposing your tongue, you drew a long swipe up the base, tasting every dip and ridge of skin that was all Jin. Brining up a hand, you wrapped it around the base, making sure every square centimeter was being pleasured. You continued like this, nipping and tasting, relishing in the candy cane taste of his length. 

“Please.” The word was a whisper, his voice too far gone to really manage anything above a whisper. His tongue snaked out between long pants, picking up the delicious remnants of your orgasm on his lips and chin. His cheeks were a deep red, and you couldn't help brush your finger tips against the soft color, feeling the heat travel through your skin. 

“Speak up baby. I can’t hear you.” With a loud pop you tore tour mouth away from his cock, relishing in the strangled gasp he let out. His hands were tied to the headboard, soft silk becoming one with the downy of his skin. Tears had finally fallen, the denial forcing him into further submission as he now relied on your orders; to speak, to move, to cum.

“Cum for me baby boy.” In moments he was shaking below you, finally losing himself in the bliss that he had craved for so long. Finally losing himself in you. You felt his orgasm coat your face, the white strands dripping your way down your lips onto your chest. Pouting you looked down at yourself.

You couldn't resist the temptation and tasted some. sweet, salty, and all Jin “Look at what a mess you’ve made. Mind cleaning it up sweetness?” His eyes widened in excitement. You still hadn’t finished. He would be able to taste you. Taste you and him together. Taste bliss.

Somewhere between when his mouth latched onto your weeping pussy and your climax, you wondered if either of you knew the time anymore. This was the beauty of your powdered-sugar-love. It was fragile enough to keep testing you both day after day, but was abundant enough to never fear it running out. 

“Just like that.” His long tongue swept between your folds, and you had no trouble believing that he knew exactly what he was doing. In a moment of rare mercy, you had removed the ties, allowing his large hands to hold you in place, fingers long enough to grip your thighs with bruising pressures. 

The heat from his body radiated up, sending shocks up and down your spine. He groaned softly, relishing in the way you melted against his tongue and the subtle taste of sugar that coated your every drop. You were addicting in the best way possible. The sound, vibrated on your cunt, causing you to arch your back above him, hair caressing your back. His tongue went deeper as you pressed down from above him. You were getting closer and closer. Each moment stretching forever as you began to grasp for that perfect release. 

And finally he gave it to you. With one hand on your hip, he curled his thumb around to rub your clit, the little nub already sensitive from the amount of times his nose has brushed against it. “Thank you baby boy.” With a shiny chin and panting tongue, he smiled up at you. 

“Anything for you.”

[stray4419]

An Extra Order

Pairing - Woojin x Reader

Genre - Barista! AU, Fluff

Word Count - 961

๛ A/N: Barista Woojin is definitely a concept I approve of lol

“180 Castro Avenue…” you mutter to yourself while walking down the unfamiliar walkway. Finally, you come upon the shop your friend recommended to you a while back. It was a cute bakery, with a fluffy cloud-like theme, painted with pretty pastels. It definitely stood out from the dull, blanche buildings surrounding it.

You enter the bakery, setting off the chime, and you’re hit with the sweet aroma of coffee and tea. It wasn’t necessarily overwhelming, and almost therapeutic. Soft music plays in the background, and it almost seems brighter in the bakery than outside. Yep, you’re in love.

You make your way up to the register, and take a look at the menu while waiting patiently for a staff member to come greet you. Cappuccino Dream? Mocha Miracles? Wow, even some of the drinks have cute names. What else could this seemingly perfect bakery offer.

“Hi welcome to Wonderland, can I take your order?” a deep voice interrupts your thoughts, and your question is answered. They have cute cashiers too?? A dirty-blonde haired boy who couldn’t be much older than you, with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, stood before you.

“Hello?” he says, snapping you out of your daze once again. Good job y/n, he definitely noticed you checking him out. Idiot.

“Oh sorry. Can I have a lemon meringue pie and a caramel latte?” you try not to trip over your words.

“Noted. Would you like this to go or for here?”

“Here please.” you intended to order and leave straight for work, but who could resist such a nice ambience.

“Great. You can sit anywhere in the cafe, I’ll come find you when you’re order’s ready.” he gives a smile, and you can’t help but notice his adorable slightly crooked front teeth. You find a seat near the work area of the cafe, and you chose that place mostly to steal glimpses of the attractive boy who just took your order.

He worked silently, but you see that he almosts keeps a rhythm, not falling one beat behind. Customers must be so content with his pace. Although he worked with multiple orders at once, he didn’t forget a single one, handling multiple at a time skillfully. It also seemed that he was the only one in for today. Damn, talk about multitasker.

At that moment, he looks up and catches your eye, and flashes another one of his toothy smiles. Embarrassed, you look away, pretending you weren’t watching him work for the past 5 minutes. You direct your watchful eye around the shop, just anywhere but Woojin. Anywhere but-

“You ordered the lemon meringue and caramel latte right?” the familiar honey-deep voice redirects your wandering eyes on him again, you nod cautiously. He sets down your order on your table and you murmur a thank you, barely audible from your deafening heartbeat.

After checking to make sure that he was back to his workspace helping out another customer, you decide to try your food. One bite of your lemon meringue pie and you already want to order 3 more slices. Surely nothing could beat this. You were wrong. The latte, which had a beautiful creme heart on top, was smooth down your throat, instantly warming you.

You decided you could spend some extra time here, and you pull out your laptop to do some of your work here instead of your designated office area, which didn’t have a cute barista nor a cute surrounding area.

So there you sat for the next hour, enjoying your latte and pie. Soon, you forgot where you even were, as it was almost as comfortable as your own home. You didn’t even notice the eye smiles the cute barista flashed you every few minutes.

Typing with one hand, you reach out to your cup of coffee, and press your lips against the cup, eyes still locked to your computer screen. You tilt the mug upward, and you’re met with emptiness. Confused, you look down and find the disappointment that is the empty remains of your delicious latte.

Frowning, you set down the cup and continue working. It’s alright, you can come back tomorrow and order another cup.

“Looks like you enjoyed that latte” Woojin chuckles, and comes up to you. “Is it alright for me to sit here?”

“O-oh yeah sure!” you say, way too enthusiastically. Why was he here? Was he judging you? Wait, was he going to kick you out! What if you’ve been in here for too long?

“Don’t worry, I’m just on my break. And what better way to spend it than to be sat across a pretty girl?” he cracks a smile, and you try to smile back while trying to calm your heart at the same time.

“You couldn’t be talking about me” you blush, feeling flattered.

“Well who else would I be talking about?” he retorts, flashing you that heart melting smile again.

“Is this your first time coming in here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around”

“Yeah, my friend recommended the place to me!”

“Well if she ever comes in again, I’ll give my personal thanks for giving me the opportunity to meet you.” Woojin says, and your blush deepens. Damn he’s a smooth talker, too. The chime rings again, signaling another customer entering.

“I actually have to go work again because I’m the only one clocked in today.” he gives a pout, sad he has to leave you so soon.

“Oh wait actually can I place an extra order?” you say as he returns to his shift. He turns around cocking his head to the side curiously.

“Could I get a refill of my latte?” you pause, considering whether to add your real desire. “And possibly your number as well?”

[alexanderhamllton]

3, 30, 300 [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: A new phase of your life begins as you move to an apartment in New York with an unknown roommate.

Word Count: 2,568

Warnings: None, maybe one ot two curse words?

Author’s notes: Wow, I've been with so many things in the works between college, collabs and personal matters that I didn’t even see time fly. This is the first thing I’ve written by myself in probably months, so I apologize in advance if I’m a little rusty. This is pure fluff and an adaptation of a story I wrote for my crative writing class, so... I hope you guys like it!

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“Sorry, I didn’t-” your hands touched and the blush on your face became even more evident.

“No, it’s okay. Take it.” Lin’s smile was genuine, and you took the knife without saying a word. The both of you ate in silence, the cutlery against the ceramic plates being the only sound in the small kitchen and neither knowing how the dynamic between you worked.

Well, it was the first time you were sharing an apartment with a stranger, afterall.

You blamed the big city, the fear of conquering the concrete jungle without anyone to go to if needed. Online adverts about sharing an apartment in New York City brought you and Lin-Manuel together, both not knowing what each other looked like until only a few hours earlier, your moving trucks competing for a parking spot in front of the old building.

The two bedrooms were smaller than they looked like in the advert, which was already pretty small. When seeing the amount of boxes you unloaded, Lin gave up the bigger bedroom in exchange for you letting him place his piano in the cramped living room: you were unsure of how many nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the instrument, but your initial bet was ‘many’.

You were right.

3rd day as roommates

It took two nights for you to not be able to sleep. You didn’t blame the music, which was surprisingly good, but the repetition didn’t allow you to drift into slumber and as much as you were more of a night owl than an early bird, you still had classes in the morning.

“Lin?” Your voice was almost above a whisper as you opened the bedroom door and the dimmed light made you scrunch your eyes.

“Hey, sorry, did I wake you?”

“Uh, not really, I didn’t manage to fall asleep at all,” you replied, shooting him a smile after noticing the blush spreading across his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not blaming you.”

“You’re not?” He turned from the piano, watching as you took a seat in the couch that your mother bought for the place. It smelt like new furniture and you still weren’t comfortable with it.

“I’m not, at least not entirely.” Lin chuckled before scratching the back of his neck, and you took that split second to take in his features for the first time. “New York can be… Intimidating.”

“You think so?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you teased, making him laugh.

“Sorry. New York has always been my home, I was born and raised here. Just came back from college, actually.”

“What did you major in?”

“Theater Arts and English.”

“Makes sense, because of the… Composing.” You commented, closing your eyes for a second as you internally cringed. “Do you- Do you want some tea? Coffee, maybe?”

“I’ll never say no to coffee,” he replied, smiling. You got up, heading to the small joined kitchen as he followed you, leaning against the opposite kitchen counter from the one you were getting the mugs from. “We never really talked about each other, huh?”

“We met two days ago. And it’s not like we’re here all the time, either,” you replied, turning to face him for a second before getting back to the mugs.

“That’s true… What do you do the whole day?” Lin gave himself a little push before sitting on the kitchen counter, only a few seconds after you handed him his black coffee. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you smiled, before sitting on the counter as well and cupping the mug full of green tea in your hands. “I work the most stressful job of all: Retail,” his apologetic face made you giggle. “I know, it’s a nightmare.”

“I can’t say it’s the best job in the world, no.” You felt warm inside that you blamed on the tea you just took a sip from and not Lin’s sympathetic look. “But what do you wanna do?”

“Me? I am majoring in history, so I guess teaching? I’m not sure, I still have a year to decide.” You placed your mug next to you before getting your hair in a messy ponytail. “The future I’m- I’m scared of it.”

“Me too.” He took a long sip before letting out a sight. “I just feel a bit stuck, I mean, in college I had this whole thing with the theater program, I directed a few plays and even started writing my own musical,” you raised your eyebrow and he nodded, the disbelief in himself making you laugh. “I know, and now I am just surrounded by papers and badly written essays and a huge ass question mark of where my next step is supposed to be.”

“Don’t you like being a teacher?”

“I like teaching, the kids are great but… This was never the plan. Broadway was the plan, Hollywood was the plan.”

“So stick to it,” you replied with a shrug.

“Easy to say, not that easy to do.”

“Lin… We just met. There’s no reason for you to listen to me, but-” you lifted your finger, making him hold his reply. “You look like a cool dude. You don’t leave the toilet seat up, you don’t make a mess in the living room, all that and the fact that you gave me the bigger bedroom make me believe you are a good person, and we need more good people in the world right now. You’ll find your way to the spotlight.”

“Wow, that’s… A better first impression than I’ve imagined,” he smiled.

“It was well deserved,” you replied, taking a sip of your green tea.

After almost a whole kettle of hot water and a conversation that moved from the kitchen to the living room, the sun was coming up, its light entering the living room window from between the metal bars of the firescape. You were glad it was a Saturday night, because the both of you fell asleep on the couch, empty mugs lying on the floor and the duvet you grabbed from Lin’s bed between three and four in the morning covering the both of you.

Carefully, you got up without waking him, collecting the dishes from the floor,  placing them on the kitchen sink as quietly as possible and heading to your bedroom, but not before taking a look at your new roommate asleep on the couch.

You didn’t have an explanation on why or how you knew, but he entered your life to stay.

30th day as roommates

“You did not just do that… LIN!” You voice echoed through the small apartment as you turned to the bedroom doors, a confused Lin popping out of his room. “Did you eat my chocolate cake?”

“Maybe?” His voice displayed a fake smile and puppy eyes, but you fell for that way too many times in the past month for it to happen again. That was chocolate cake, it was personal.

“C’mon, seriously? I just had the worst day and-”

“Hey, how about we go to Carlos’ and I buy you a new slice of cake and… A cappuccino?”

“Extra cream?” You stated, getting a nod in return. “Fine.”

“Okay, lemme just grab my shoes.” He disappeared inside his bedroom before coming back with his worn out converses on.

Carlos’ was a small bakery you and Lin found only a week after moving in. In desperate need for a pastry, you asked the landlord for good spots to eat, and she said Carlos’ has the best pasteles in town.

Your landlord was right.

Serving not only cakes, not only coffee, but typical latino pasteles as well, Carlos was a chubby man with an even bigger heart, and by the fourth time you and Lin showed up at his place, he already knew your names without needing to ask.

“Carlos!” Lin’s voice was excited and the man turned with a huge grin on his face before giving Lin a handshake over the counter. “Please tell me you still have that marvelous chocolate cake [Y/N] bought yesterday.”

“Let me guess, he ate the whole thing by himself?”

“I can’t leave him home with my pastries, like, ever.” You bumped shoulders with Lin, who rolled his eyes while Carlos observed the whole scene in delight. “Please tell me you still have it!”

“I don’t, sorry chica,” you playfully slapped Lin, that pouted at you as he held back a laugh. “I do have that meringue cake with strawberries...”

“Oh my god, yes!” The taste of the heaven-sent cake was still one of the best sensations you had in the past months, and your overreacted response to the mention of it made the both guys laugh.

As you and Lin occupied the table by the window, waiting for Carlos to bring the order, you fell into a comfortable silence.

At least for you. Apparently, Lin didn’t find it that comfortable.

“Hey uh,  so you came home late last night…” His smile was sympathetic, but the emotion didn’t get to his eyes. Instead, they were a mix or worry and if you didn’t know him any better, jealousy.

“I… Did.” The reply came with widened eyes from your part.

“How was it?”

“Honestly, not bad.” You shrugged. “He paid for the movie ticket and gave me a popcorn.”

“Good movie?”

“Not really, no. Good popcorn though, very buttery.”

“Do you think you’ll see him again?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions, Lin.” You joked right before Carlos showed up, bringing the slice of cake and two coffees and disappearing as fast as he appeared. You thanked him with a smile before turning to your roommate again.

“Sorry. Curiosity I guess, I mean you didn’t even mentioned you were seeing anyone and all of a sudden you ditched Mario Kart night and didn’t even tell me about it and of course I don’t mind but-”

“Oh shit…. I completely forgot, I am so sorry.” Your jaw dropped as you noticed how inconsiderate you were towards Lin.

In the beginning, the both of you only had each other as close friends, but it didn’t take long for you to make friends in the store, complaints about customers and hours bonded you and the other employees; the same happening with Lin at Hunter, where he was working as a substitute teacher. You had a theory liking Lin was inevitable, and nothing had proved you wrong in the past 30 days.

“It’s okay, really, don’t worry, I just graded a few papers instead and it really gave me like, a chance to-”

“Lin, you’re rambling,” you commented, grabbing a bite of your cake.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“But tell me, why the sudden curiosity for my dating life?” You asked simply, catching Lin completely by surprised as he took a sip of his coffee and almost making him spit it.

“Your dating life? No, of course not,” you noticed the redness taking over his cheeks as you ate one of the sliced strawberries in your cake. “It’s just a way to make conversation.”

“Oh, alright.” You faked a smile while using your fork to swirl the meringue on your plate, the cake all of a sudden not looking as appetizing as before.

“But… I was just wondering if you still are, you know… ”

“Available?” You joked, trying to disguise your disappointment.

“I was going to say single but available also works.”

You almost choked on the meringue cake, taking in a few seconds and a sip of your cappuccino before you were able to let out a ‘mhmm’ accompanied by an excited nod, that made Lin’s eyes light up.

“Great! I mean not great, if you don’t want to be single but great because I was thinking about, maybe if you have a day off, I know you don’t work on Fridays and-”

“Lin… ”

“Alright!” He laughed, taking a deep breath before looking you in the eye, hope all over his features. “Do you wanna watch a movie on Friday night? Maybe, you know, come to my place?”

“Well, your place is my place...”

“Exactly my point,” he agreed, the smile on his face growing bigger by the second.

“You bring the movie and I bring the candy.”

“No popcorn?”

“Nah, it’s overrated.”

300th day as roommates

“Shhh, no, come back here.” Lin’s arms tightened around your waist as he pulled you back into his embrace, not letting you leave.

“Lin I have to go to work, my shift is in an hour,” you whined, but the warmth of his breath against the back of your neck made you stop trying to get out of the bed.  As his lips touched your skin you felt shivers going down your spine. But the good kind.

The best kind.

“Five more minutes?” His voice is just a whisper, and you turn to face him with a smile.

“Just five minutes.” You agree, cupping Lin’s face with both hands before placing a kiss on his lips.

“You know, I’ve been thinking-”

“This is a dangerous thing,” he rolled his eyes at your joke before continuing.

“Let me finish, I was thinking that this would be the perfect time to ask you to move in with me.”

“Well, it’s kinda late for that, I mean...” You laughed, making a motion to the apartment you shared. “But maybe we can have our own version of that?”

“And that is?”

“You can move to my bedroom.” You suggested, his soft lips stretched into a smile. “What do you think?”

“I think,” Lin started, his lips almost like a ghost against your skin, “that we should turn my bedroom into an office.”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea, considering my shelves are full and so are yours.”

“Right? And we can take the piano out of the living room as well.”

“What? No!” You pouted, making him laugh.

“No? For real?”

“Yeah, I love it now.” You buried your face on the crook of Lin’s neck, taking in his smell of coffee and shaving cream, remembering the smell of the duvet from the first night you spent awake talking, the nights after that one which grew into a friendship, that turned into dating only a few weeks later. You could almost listen to the notes echoing in the apartment, melodies still unfinished that played while you were diving into history books. The memories from almost a year that were already worth a lifetime. “I love listening to you play.”

“I love you, have I told you that recently?”

“I love you too, and I think at least three times this morning,” you smiled as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Lin’s bed as sold only a few days later and his bedroom turned into an office. Two years later it was repainted: the desk and shelves were substituted by a small white crib and a rocking armchair, among other things necessary in a baby’s bedroom. The room was Estela’s now.

When you decided to move out of the apartment, your daughter had just turned one year old, you guys still had the first duvet you shared, and the couch was going to stay for the next person to build new memories around it.

As you handed the keys to your landlord for the last time, with Estela in your arms and Lin by your side, you noticed the instincts were right: he came to your life to stay.

[lohotine]

Appreciation to our pink boys ♡

Featuring: Peach Blossom, Pastel Meringue, Whipped Cream

``Just close your eyes...``

Warnings: proofread (but badly)

"My, you're looking quite worn out today... rough day?" Peach Blossom smiles at you softly- just as he always does.

It was late at night, maybe around 12ish. Work today had been excruciating, yet it seems a certain someone decided to stay up and wait for you anyway.

You sigh, closing the door behind you and dropping your bags near instantly. He hurried over to you and removed your jacket. "Shh, it's okay. You can just rest here with me~" He left a quick kiss on your cheek and pulled you over to the couch.

The warm smile never seemed to leave his face. You wondered if he was even capable of frowning at all. Sure... work was exhausting at times and your co-workers sucked, but it was all worth it in the end when you got to come home to your beloved.

"Now.." He gazed into your eyes, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Though, his hand seemed to linger while cupping your face. "Would you like me to run you bath? Or maybe you'd prefer some tea... Whatever you want."

You tilted his chin upwards ever so slightly, leaving a kiss on his lips. Sweet, you'd think to yourself. "More of those, perhaps?"

Somehow, his face seemed to soften even more, and the faintest of pinks dashed his cheeks. "Of course. Whatever you want, my love."

``Just close your eyes...``

---

"Look who finally decided to show up! You took so long I nearly thought you had forgotten about me." Pastel Meringue crossed his arms and sent you a glare.

Loose prices of fabric and random tools were scattered all around the workroom, though an impressive array of garments were ready on a rack nearby.

"Sorry, something came up-" you sheepishly replied.

He huffed. "You better be sorry. I don't let just anyone model my clothes, you know." He hopped off of his chair and walked up to you, though his glare seemed to lessen.

"Come now, time is of the essence!" He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the clothes you were supposed to model. "Pick whichever you want to try on first. Just know we have to get through all of these today."

After getting into one of the outfits, you reappeared infront of Pastel Meringue. He sort of just gazed at you for a while, seemingly admiring you before smiling. "Well? Give me a little twirl so I can see what I'm working with~"

The rest of the day went similarly. You'd try on more outfits, Pastel Meringue would make some comments here and there before you move don't the next outfit.

Now it was the last outfit and Pastel Meringue was fiddling with some fabric near your neck. "Maybe this set would look better with white accents instead of blue..." He'd mumble to himself.

He turned around to his desk and gathered some tools.

"I'm sure it'll look great no matter what you pick. Your designs always turn out that way."

He sighed and looked toward the ground, though he could not help the small smile that appeared on his face.

"Yeah yeah, now stay still while I take some extra measurements."

``Just close your eyes...``

---

Whipped Cream... ever the graceful dancer. You watched with great interest in how his body moved. It looked so natural to him...

"You know you don't have to just watch, right?" His movements stopped when he looked at you.

"What-?"

"Come on, we should dance together!" He smiled enthusiastically at you, expectantly waiting for an answer.

"Wouldn't I just mess you up?"

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "Mess me up? In front of who? There's no audience here."

"Even so, I don't even know ballet. I wouldn't know where to begin."

"We don't have to do ballet. We can always do something else like slow dancing if you'd prefer. I just want to dance with you~"

"I still don't think I'd be very good at it. And besides-"

Whipped Cream cut you off in the middle of your ramble. "You always make things so complicated." He sighed before getting closer to you and extending his hand. "May I have this dance?"

You looked at him peculiarly before reluctantly placing your hand in his and muttering a 'yes'.

He smiled and kissed your hand before pulling you into a twirl.

"Relax, dove... Let me guide you."

``Just close your eyes...``

[lohotine]

``I fell for you!``

Multiple x Reader (separate)

Crk and Crob

Affogato, Espresso, Flat Tofu, Longan Dragon, Pastel Meringue, Pitaya Dragon, Prune Juice, Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk, Stardust,

Who fell first and who fell harder?

`☆○ Affogato

You fell first and harder

(You confessed first)

`☆○ Espresso

You fell first but he fell harder

(He confessed first)

`☆○ Flat Tofu

He fell first but you fell harder

(He confessed first)

`☆○ Longan Dragon

You fell first but they fell harder

(You confessed first)

`☆○ Pastel Meringue

He fell first and harder

(He confessed first)

`☆○ Pitaya Dragon

You fell first but he fell harder

(You confessed first)

`☆○ Prune Juice

He fell first but you fell harder

(You confessed first)

`☆○ Pure Vanilla

He fell first but you fell harder

(He confessed first)

`☆○ Shadow Milk

He fell first and harder

(He confessed first)

`☆○ Stardust

You fell first and harder

(You confessed first)

[lohotine]

hello I love your writing soo much, I was wondering if you can do pastel meringue cookie one

AN: WHO IS THIS CUTIE-PATOOTIE AND HOW HAVEN'T I LEARNED ABOUT THEM SOONER???

I just find him so interesting and cute, so I decided to make a oneshot with some headcanons at the bottom 😅 There will definitely be more of him in the future, just give me a little bc tests are starting today-

I can easily see this being writin with the opposite dynamic, but I just wanted an excuse to write a pathetically in love Meringue

Pastel Meringue x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Not proof read

-Fairytale-

In many fairytales, the prince will do most of the saving. It's a very traditional way of going about storytelling, but it still has this dash of enchantment to it.

Pastel Meringue's story seems to be going a bit differently, though, despite still being a fairytale... You see, in his story, you seem to be doing most of the saving.

Pastel Meringue has always wanted nothing more than to be treated like a prince; but how can he play that role when he feels himself getting weak everytime he sees you?

It wasn't a bad feeling per se, it just got in the way of his charming and confident personality. Honestly, how was he supposed to woo you when his face turned all rosey at just the thought of you?

When Pastel Meringue saw you earlier today and felt butterflies in his stomach, along with his temperature raising a concerning amount, he knew something would have to be done.

A confession seemed to be one of his only options, and of course, it would have to be absolutely perfect.

So he went about writing you this extravagant letter inviting you over while also collecting only the cutest of flowers for a bouquet.

He made sure to put on his best outfit and waited eagerly for your arrival.

Then there was a chime at his door.

He was sure that there wasn't anyway he could possible mess this up after preparing for nearly the entire day.

He opened up the door, revealing perfect perfect you.

All of his thoughts began to whisk together, and he had become a blushing, flustered mess.

"Ahem, hello ribbon-" he managed say after staring for an embarrassingly long time.

"Hi!" You'd respond with a smile.

It was always that smile. Gosh, it absolutely ruined him! He could die right here and right now as long as you continued to smile like that. Seriously, how was he supposed to do anything at all when you're giving him that look?

"Meringue?" You'd say, poking at him a bit. He went silent, and it had become slightly worrying.

"Oh, um, me? Imfineimfinereally, justcomeinside,hahaha--"

Wonderfully executed.

So you and Pastel Meringue began to catch up over a cup of tea. Originally, he would have confessed to you right at the door with all of these flower petals flowing down elegantly to give the room this romantic air to it, and you would have confessed your undying love for him.

Obviously, that isn't exactly what ended up happening, but you have to flexible with these kinds of things, right?

"So how have you been?" You'd ask.

"Fine," he replied, still blushing profusely.

"I actually have something I've been meaning to tell you for a little while now," you would say.

Over one-thousand thoughts began to race in his head. Did you not like him? Was he acting too weird? Maybe you're already dating someone? He just sat there nervously for the news to arrive.

"You know, I really like you," you said calmly.

In that moment, Paste Meringue just couldn't understand it. You said it so casually, and he was just so surprised.

"You do?"

You nodded your head.

An awkward silence filled the room. This isn't how it was supposed to go at all. How had you always managed to steal the spotlight? He even wanted to confess first...

"I... like you as well-" he would say.

You laughed a bit. "I figured, you're really not that great at hiding it!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons ♡

Definitely kicked his feet and giggled like a middle school girl when he first met you

Was so madly in love with you

Still is, of course

Everytime you compliment him, he legit malfunctions

Makes you clothing often

Has planed on confessing numerous times but chickened out each time

It was so painfully obvious to everyone involved how he felt about you

You eventually got a bit bored of waiting and just confessed yourself

Felt kinda bad about it, but you weren't sure if he was ever going to go through with it!

[lohotine]

AN: Very into yandere core rn, idk why. 🤷‍♀️

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, kind of willing reader, implied blood

-Be Mine-

You carefully ran a hand over the delicate envelope, admiring how the pretty off-white seemed to glow in the daylight.

It was laced with the same scent it always had as well. A very feint sweet smell would fill up the room.

It looked so pristine that, if you hadn't already known better, you would have thought it was completely ordinary.

That was far from the truth, though.

These letters has been appearing at your door none stop, all signed with the same name being "Your true love".

You weren't dating anybody though.

What's weirder is that they had all been written with an odd ink.

A bloodied red.

Maybe you should have been more concerned, but you weren't.

The way the ink had dried, how it felt against your finger as you began to gently trace the letters.

The heavenly white accompanied by that deep red was truely a sight to behold, and you couldn't help but admire the letter for hours upon hours.

But it had only two words on it.

Two small words in the center of the page.

"Be Mine."

This was by far the shortest letter you had received.

But that didn't make it any less intriguing.

Your hazy eyes re-read those words over and over again.

You should have been concerned with all of the concerning the letters would say.

But the only concern you had was if you'd ever be able to meet this mysterious lover.

Maybe it's about time you write back a response.

Affogato, Espresso, Shadow Milk Cookie, Prune Juice, Pure Vanilla, Pastel Meringue, Longan, +Your favorites

[sleepingdeath-light]

femboy s/o hcs ; pastel meringue cookie

requested by ; anonymous (15/03/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; pastel meringue cookie

outline ; “Hello love ^^ May I request a pastel meringue cookie x male reader (femboy reader if possible 👉👈) who also really likes frilly and pastel color outfits? I think it’s so cute that we get to have a male cookie who’s into cute pink stuff like me!!

Maybe pastel meringue makes cute outfits for his male s/o to try on and even asks his s/o to model his outfits for other cookies to see because he just wants to show how pretty his partner is x3”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

you two are 100% a match made in heaven

like pastel meringue has finally found his ideal partner and his ideal model in one person, and you’ve found someone who shares your love of all things cute and that can provide you with the outfits you love to wear

he starts making and designing clothing with you and your tastes in mind to the extent that it feels wrong to have any other model wear it

but that’s hardly a downside since he loves showing you off to other people — and he loves seeing you in clothes he’s designed

most of his designs are incredibly intricate and expensive to create, which translates to long hours spent in his office and his work room

but when he’s working he loves having you around to bounce ideas off of and just chat to

which also means plenty of discussions are had over a tray of confections and a good few cups of tea — usually consisting of you both fawning over each other, his designs and throwing ideas back and forth as to how you could make each item cuter

he’ll base everything off of your proportions — every skirt or dress, every blouse or blazer, every pair of shorts or stockings

everything is styled on you

and all of it’s made in pastel with plenty of frills and other fancy details, of course

he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever and insists on taking you with him to every gala and competition and runway and business gathering to show you off

which, of course, means plenty of new outfits designed with the sole purpose of demonstrating how wonderful you look (and how exceptional his skills as a designer are)

you do have matching outfits, of course, but he loves seeing you in things that he wouldn’t normally wear (usually due to the restrictions of his work)

like, for example, he thinks you look awesome in skirts and designs them for you often — but because he works around machinery a lot he doesn’t want to run the risk of getting distracted and catching his clothes in a machine, so he wouldn’t wear them himself

the frillier the outfit the better and there can never be too many layers are basically his life mottos when it comes to his work

so expect a lot of intricate, detailed, cute clothes to be added to your wardrobe

he also brags about you a lot to other people, always mentioning how cute his boyfriend is and how amazing you look in his clothes — even pointing you out when you’re modelling to show off how proud he is of you

this is a hill he’s willing to die on and he’s gotten into arguments with a good few people who aren’t too fond of your shared love of a cutesy aesthetic

[sleepingdeath-light]

chubby s/o with low self confidence hcs ; pastel meringue

requested by ; anonymous (04/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; pastel meringue cookie

outline ; “May I ask for a chubby s/o for pastel meringue? Like they love cuddles and are very sweet but they don't have much self confidence so are a little nervous at the idea of modeling and think that they wouldn't make a good model and sometimes even wonder...how they landed such an amazing designer. Like they'd sometimes looked between the outfit and their own stomach...thinking it wouldn't look good on them.”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

pastel meringue cookie greatly appreciates how sweet and cuddly you are because you’re the perfect fit for his ideals: adorable, cute and soft in demeanour and appearance

he indulges in every hug and kiss and touch you provide and will earnestly tell you that you’re the most attractive person he knows, that you’re perfect to him

but he doesn’t miss the way you politely rebuke his compliments and turn down his offers to model his clothes for new lines with that uncomfortable look on your face

he’s pretty quick to notice the dissonance between his objective view of you and your subjective perception of yourself — he can be a bit full of himself sometimes, but he’s not oblivious

he tries to help you step outside of your comfort zone bit by bit by providing you with cute and stylish outfits for you to wear around the home

like it’s not the same sort of thing he’d make for a runway, but it’s still in his signature style and it’s still massively flattering to your figure and complexion

likewise he won’t treat it as you modelling anything, he’ll just state that he’s made you some clothes, asks you to try them on so he knows they fit and just gives them to you to wear

makes a point to compliment you every time he gets the opportunity to do so, casually commenting on how much every outfit suits you and how beautiful/handsome you look in the morning light

doesn’t pressure you to do anything and isn’t gifting you things under the expectation of you eventually modelling them for him — but he does want you to become comfortable enough in your body and trust his vision enough to wear flattering clothing

to wear frills and lace and pastels and just exist and thrive unapologetically (whilst wearing his designs because he thinks you’re the cutest and only deserve the cutest things as a result)

he also makes a point to show particular love to the parts of yourself you don’t like when you’re together — caressing your thighs when you’re sat side by side, turning his head to press a kiss on the pouch of your stomach when he’s lounging across your legs, etc.

he’s determined to help you see yourself as he does: as adorable and wonderful and as the perfect fit for what he gifts to you

because if he even doubted his designs for a second, he wouldn’t go through with making and giving them away

your boyfriend is a perfectionist, so have some faith that he’d only provide you with the best of the best to wear

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; pastel meringue cookie

requested by ; anonymous (04/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; pastel meringue cookie

outline ; “Yo, may I request general dating headcanons with pastel meringue cookie?? Have a nice day!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

his love language is gift giving, so expect to have a whole new closet of clothes he’d personally designed for you by the end of your relationship

he calls you all sorts of cutesy nicknames along the lines of ‘sweetheart’, ‘cutie’, ‘sweetie-pie’ and ‘honey’

sleeping arrangements usually involve him coming to bed late after working all through the day — slipping carefully into bed beside your sleeping form and cuddling close to you as he drifts off

insists on eating one meal together everyday — usually breakfast — so you can have at least some quality time together before he goes to work

although he’s incredibly busy, he goes to great lengths to ensure that you’re able to keep on dating each other no matter how long you’ve been together

which means a minimum of one date night every month

normally these dates involve good food — like eating out at a restaurant or going for a picnic — followed by a walk through a lovely park, viewing some adorable/beautiful sights

has a picture of you both in a locket that he carries with him to every fashion show — calls you his good luck charm and will kiss it before going out to present his new line

whenever a new garment is giving him strife, he’ll seek you out and bury himself in your arms — dramatically huffing and pouting as he mutters his complaints into your neck

loves seeing you in the clothes he’s designed and most of his social media is dedicated to pictures of you showing off his new lines

hates it when you talk badly about yourself and will very huffily state that you’re the cutest, most wonderful person he knows and he’ll hear nothing to contradict that

his pet dog absolutely adores you — prefers to to him, even — and will happily spend the day lounging in your lap as you work

his wage could support both of you with ease so he’d gladly help fund any hobbies or passions you have if you opt to become a stay at home spouse

you have regular pastry tasting sessions — filled with all sorts of delicious dishes you can indulge in at will

you are his date for every single outing and event and gala and premier, and he makes sure you both have the cutest, most stylish outfits to wear wherever you go

[sleepingdeath-light]

pastel meringue cookie + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

requested by ; anonymous (21/05/23)

character ; pastel meringue cookie from cookie run: ovenbreak

masterlist ; here

letters ; d / k / q

D — Dirty Secret

what is their dirty secret?

Pastel Meringue does have a slight exhibitionist streak and has been known to fantasise about having sex in front of an audience. These fantasies involve him making an art form of your intimacy: wearing lingerie he made specifically for the two of you, playing up reactions, making use of positions that show off exactly what you’re doing, and so on. That being said, he probably wouldn’t propose doing anything like this in real life because the logistics are far too complicated and he’d much rather keep his brand ‘cutesy’ rather than explicit — some fantasies are meant to remain fantasies.

K — Kink

some of their kinks

Although he is relatively vanilla, there are a few kinks that Pastel Meringue will indulge in on occasion. This includes:

Praise (giving and receiving)

Lingerie (on you and on himself)

Collaring (on you and on himself)

Food Play (only with desserts/sweet things)

Q — Quickies

what is their opinion on quickies? how often would they have them?

He loves them: they’re effectively, easy to work with and mean that he’s able to fit some time with you in his packed schedule. They tend to happen pretty frequently when he’s at his busiest — usually at the start of a new fashion season — but tend to taper off when he’s more available because he prefers being able to prepare for sex and to take his time with you when you’re intimate.