#sugary sweet

[perfectangeldoll]

[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Sleep Tight: Seungmin

Sugar Content: Sugary Sweet (Fluff), Spicy Sweet (Suggestive Smut), Sour Sweet (Mild Angst)

Allergy Warning: Long Distance Angst, Slight Smut (Dry Humping, Making Out), Hints to Panic Attacks, Hopeless Romantic Reader

Confectioner's Note: This is my first time writing suggestive/smut so hopefully it is okay! Feel free to leave feedback!

‘Delayed… canceled… canceled..to be announced….delayed’ and on and on. Searching for the flight information in front of you was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Finally, you found it! Flight 143 departing from Seoul, Korea was lit up in bright green, ‘on time’. You couldn’t help the little dance you did as excitement shocked your bones. The smile that graced your face would honestly make the saddest man feel hope. That fight held your life, your love, your everything. That flight was bringing you your Seungmin.

You met Kin Seungmin 2 years ago through a ‘college connections’ program. The program assigned you a pen pal for their sister school in Korea. At first, things were awkward. His English was broken and you hadn’t had to use Korean since sophomore year of high school, but you two made it work. Over time the little letters that filled your drawers began to be pinned to your desk. At first with tape, but that ripped your precious pages. Thumb tacks worked great but began to seem too harsh to stab his inked confessions. Heart-shaped magnets were the only way to go. That way when you woke up you could read about the time he threw the winning pitch. On sad days you were reminded of the first day he called you pretty. You knew it took a lot for him to send that one as pretty had been erased and rewritten so many times he drilled a hole in the paper. Your favorite part though? These letters tracked each point in which you fell madly, deeply in love. It showed how he became your ‘Sincerely Seungming’ to your ‘Love Minnie”.

Of course not all of your communication was Shakespearian. Emails became texts. Those texts carried videos, audio logs, and photos. You found your nights were filled with Facetime calls while he quickly ate between classes, his camera slowly becoming blurrier and blurrier the more ramen splashed onto it. You never said a thing however, you'd take a greasy silhouette over nothing at all.

‘Flight 143 is now unloading’ might just be your new favorite song. In an instant, you felt like runnings, crying, dancing, smiling, throwing up, and exploding at the same time. The airport felt so tiny that you couldn’t breathe yet so large he’d never make it to you. What if he had second thoughts? What if he didn’t like how you looked in person? What if you smelled bad? What if at the end of all of this, he wanted to end things? WHAT IF YOU SMELLED BAD?

Then peace and calm. The world froze around you as everyone slowly disappeared. A band began to play the symphony finale. Strawberries and chocolate scented the air. Your entire future played out like a movie in front of your eyes. Everything leads you to the answer to all your questions. There he was. Finally, he was yours.

“Y/N!!!!!!” is all you heard before he tackled you like a puppy missing his owner. Now firmly pinned to the ground you kissed him. You finally kissed him. He tasted like lavender and tea. Next, you noticed the intoxicating aroma of vanilla beans and mahogany being applied on too thick indicating the poor pup was just as nervous as you. Before you could get too lost in the kiss and give all the other passengers of flight 143 a free show, you parted. However, no one could miss the disgustingly smitten smiles of the two young lovers.

The rest of the day went by so fast. Lunch at some fast food chain he insisted you went to. A drive around town where you knew he didn’t pay attention because you felt his eyes both lovingly and lustfully tearing into you. Some shopping for things he either forgot or you insisted that he needed. Finally ending with a nice dinner reservation that costs more than you could reasonably afford. Though your feet hurt, were exhausted, and out of grocery money for the next week; Minnie was worth it.

Now however the nerves were back. Seungmin was taking a shower before bed as you changed into your pajamas. This was the first time you two would be spending the night together, you didn’t want to give him a reason for it to be your last. Do you wear something sexy? Maybe just comfortable? Be crazy and wear nothing at all? None of it seemed to be right. Until you saw the best nightgown you could have ever imagined. Seungmins airport tee was laying in the corner of your room forgotten by a pre-shower makeout session that nerves ended way too soon. He wouldn’t mind, right? You slipped it on and instantly never wanted to take it off.

“Please never take that off” agreed a sleep-tinted voice. Seungmin stood in the doorway to the bathroom with just a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was still damp from the hot shower that littered his skin with slight red marks. He looked as though your previous exploration of his body never ended.

Soon enough the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Passionate lips greedily stole lustful breaths. Small moans and groans became a melody and harmony. Somehow you ended up on top of him. Desperate to feel closer, to feel like you'd never lose him, to know he would always be there you began to grind down on him. In total ecstasy, he joined in too. It didn’t matter if he was still in his sweats, you needed to feel him now. He didn’t seem to mind either, suffocating in your (his) teeshirt just to get a bit more. You both were two horny adults dry humping like teenagers. There was no clear dynamic here. You set the pace but he held you in place. He claimed your neck but you left your mark on his chest. You two were making up for a lost time. Then it snapped. With a loud moan that you weren't sure whose body it left. You both finished. 

You rolled to his side and saw a very red-faced man. Embarrassment filled his body as he tried to shy away from you, but you would never let him get away that easily. 

“I'm sorry I swear I didn’t mean to—I just—--you just felt so good—and—” his words cut short with a kiss. Sweet and short, just what he needed. “We have all the time in the world, I don’t want to use it all up in one night Minnie” With that he smiled and pulled you in tight. A kiss was placed on top of your messy hair. The scent of muted vanilla beans and mahogany lulled you to sleep.

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

[kirrraaa1]

𝒫𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒞ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ ❤︎︎

[thesugarjar]

I love sending out custom praise to my subs on OF 😘 I just can’t help it 😜 I want you to be obsessed lover 👅

[elenaki88]

(Un)healthy food

[klarastime]

Cupcakes with frosting 😍

[pomelo0o]

Pink Jasmine and Bon Bon Bum Fresa by Lellopepper

[isbus]

Guess who’s back?!

Back again..

IsBus, IsHere to say…

I’m working on something..!

No I did not finish the others.. I live in shame..

But hey! Here’s something cool!

That’s right! More candy characters!

Here’s the title screen btw.

We have (from left to right): Chris Cook, Magnus Drake, Caleb Mel, and Lucien Meringue! Chris represents Cookies & Cream, Magnus represents Mellowcreme Roses, Caleb represents Caramel, and Lucien represents Lemon Meringue Pie!

We have (from left to right): Raku Chao, Chousuke Piu, Mark Minte, and Benny Caps! Raku is Ramune Candy, Chousuke is Cola Candy, Mark is Mentos, and Benny is Bottle Caps.

And more are coming! These are just the main love interests!

If you want more, you can find a whole lot of things in this fic that I’m working on! And here’s a bonus; if you DO go to this AO3 fic, you can request any of the characters and any scenario you wish! Just read the rules first, hehe!

ALSO! If you wanna know about their personalities and stuff, look at that fic!

I hope you enjoy a whole lotta fun with these hamsome boys!

~IsBus

[muttball]

A Sweet Ride!

[perfectangeldoll]

my background photo/whisper so don’t repost w/o creds!!

[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Sleepy Bunny

Sugar Content: Sugary Sweet (Fluff), Sour Sweet (Slight Angst)

Allergy Warnings: Mentions of fighting, hints to a panic attack.

You shivered as the cool breeze settled on your skin. The sun had started to set and soon you’d be in darkness. The only thing illuminating your surroundings was Changbin's picture on your phone. Who else were you meant to call? Yet again another night with your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend as of now, ended in an argument. This time funny enough it was over the man you were calling to your resecure. Your boyfriend was jealous of your relationship with Bin. You two knew everything about each other. He knew you had to sleep with a light on because you were afraid of the dark. You understood that getting in between him and food was never a good idea. Every emotion, every feeling, every moment, every sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste linked back to Changbin…maybe your boyfriend, ex, was right to be jealous.

“Bunny…bun..Y/N!” Yelling broke you out of your thoughts.

“I'm here sorry Im here” He couldn’t tell if you sniffled because of tears or the cold. Either way, your ex was a dead man.

“I am almost there, are you standing under the same streetlight?” That's when it hit you. Same street light, the same one that your Binnie picked you up from so many times before. The routine is always the same. He picks you up, you calm him down so he doesn't get an assault charge against him, you two rant over fast food, then he takes you home and tucks you in. 

“You must be freezing, get over here” Soon a large hoodie was thrown over you. When did it start to rain? “Where is that moth–” “Not tonight Binnie please…not tonight” 

He ended his routine early, tonight was different, you were different, and this was different. 

“Where to tonight cinnamon bun?” A nickname he only called you when he needed to see you smile.

“Home” is all you said. 

Upon entering your apartment you walked straight to the bedroom. Landing face first into your clean linen sheets. You almost didn’t hear Bin walk in. 

“Come on bunny, you know the drill, pajamas first then we get you all comfy” With a huff you agreed. But when Changbin pulled out your favorite silk nightgown something felt wrong. You needed comfort tonight, comfort that the cold material wouldn’t bring you. You needed warmth, to feel small, to feel wrapped up and safe. You needed his sweatshirt, but the poor thing got soaked in the rain. Little did you know, your Binnie remembers everything. He saw the way you snuggled into the hood as you shivered in the car. The sound of you taking a deep breath of his spiced whisky cologne alerted him. However, the face of fear fell into one of deep love when he saw the way you smiled ever so softly and cuddled harder. Sleep and peace washed over your sad and sorrowful features. That was the bunny he knew. So as you took a shower he threw the hoodie in along with your favorite plush blanket. Little white bunnies were surrounded by a sea of gray-blue fluff, a gift from Changbin, a subtle reminder you'll always be his little bun.

“Looking for this sleepy head?” He pulled out the hoodie from behind him, still kept warm from the dryer. If you were any more awake you'd pounce but tonight you just put your arms up, like a child asking to be held. Without another word but a sweet smile on his face, he helped you into it. Bin couldn’t miss the opportunity to put the hood up and kiss your head, his sweet little bunny.

He pulled back your sheets and helped you under. They felt so cold against your skin. All of a sudden you were taken back. A cold house, yellings, screaming, crying, so much crying, and then rain. Cold stinging rain. 

“Binnie–” you said so softly, almost hoping he didn't hear, but he did. “Yes, bun?” 

“Stay” He began to grab the little overnight stash he kept in your room when he crashed on your couch. “With me…stay here with me tonight, please” His heart broke. How could he say no, as if he would ever say no? However, it took too long for him to get into bed and you began to worry. You jolted up about to apologize for everything when you saw him. 

“Silly bun, I'm just turning on the nightlight, lay back down love.” With that, he crawled in next to you and instantly pulled you in like a stuffed rabbit. He was determined to warm your freezing skin. With a smile to his chest and one last deep breath of his cologne, you drifted off.

“Home” you muttered to yourself, but he knew. He always knew.

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

[datgraymoth]

Tastes of strawberry milk and vanilla pudding 9/10 so sweet ^w^

Moth approves

[sampaisleyriot]

right in the feels! So sweet!

Currently thinking about John bringing the 141 boys home to meet his missus <3

He originally only invited Simon. The most recent mission was tough and well… he didn’t want the lad to go home alone…

But then Soap found out and begged to come along who also roped in Gaz. They knew John was married but he never revealed any information about you. Not even your name. Whenever Soap would pester John about your name, John would respond with, “Mrs. Price.” Which always made Simon chuckle.

You didn’t even know he was bringing them home with him. It was a pleasant surprise when he came home with the 3 lads in tow.

However, what was even more surprising, was how different John was when he was on leave. When he was with you. Watching John walk into the beautiful secluded home in Hertfordshire, dropping his bags and wrapping you up in a hug that cures all his ails was… cathartic to say the least.

Watching how you both light up when you see each other, soft kisses and mumbles exchanged as you tell John how happy you are that he’s home in one peace. The house is filled with a wonderful aroma that makes each man drool.

You peek your head around to see the rest of Task Force 141 standing there awkwardly. John gives you a sheepish smile, worried you might not be okay with them all being here but his smile warms up when he sees you excitedly run over to introduce yourself.

During their stay, they witnessed multiple things which reminded them that their Captain has his own life away from Task Force 141 and things that remind them that their Captain has a warm heart reserved only for you…

On the first night, Soap realises he left his toothbrush and toothpaste on base and wandered through the house to find either you or John after everyone had retired to bed. You had told them all that if they need a single thing, not to hesitate to find you and ask…

Eventually, he finds the master bedroom, door already slightly cracked open. He peeks in and witnesses a tender moment between you and John.

His Captain, who he’d seen kill people with his bare hands, was sat on the edge of your shared bed with you standing between his legs. Your gentle hands tracing over John’s bare chest, sniffling as you rest your forehead against his.

You cup his face in both hands, “missed you so much, John…”

His hands squeeze your hips before travelling up your sides to pull you closer, “I’m right here, love. Told you I’d come back. Always will…” he mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He brushes a stray tear away from your cheek.

Soap witnesses the tender exchange between the two lovers with a warm feeling in his chest. He decides he can go one night without brushing his teeth. God forbid he robs his Captain of this moment.

A few days later, Simon goes outside for a smoke, admiring the beautiful garden that you take so much pride in maintaining. He notices you out there, picking some fresh strawberries from the greenhouse.

John appears a few moments later, carrying two heavy bags of compost on his shoulders. He places them down and steals a strawberry from your basket, making you smack his shoulder playfully.

“John, those are for dessert tonight.” You scold. Simon watches as Price leans down to whisper something in your ear with a sly smirk on his face. Clearly something naughty judging from the way you blush and squeal when he kisses your neck afterwards.

John picks up another strawberry and places it in your mouth, pecking your lips afterwards. Simon can’t help the little twitch of a smile that appears under his mask when he watches you both spend the next 10 minutes feeding each other strawberries until the basket is empty, the two of you smiling and giggling like children who got into the sweet cupboard.

You made apple crumble for dessert that night instead and Simon didn’t miss the way John smiled when you made up an excuse about the strawberries not being ready to pick yet.

One morning, Gaz woke up early and went for a run. He expected to be the only one awake when he got back but to his surprise, he comes back to soft music coming from the record player in the living room.

You and John don’t notice Gaz but he can see the two of you in the kitchen. Bowls and ingredients scattered all across the counters. John is leaning against the island, whisking a bowl that you handed him whilst you place some homemade croissants into the oven.

“You don’t have to keep cooking them 5 star buffets every day, honey…” John sighs, “they’d be happy with a bowl of cereal and some toast.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be happy with it, John.” You hum, “I dread to think what they feed you boys when you’re away.”

John smiles to himself, placing his hand on the small of your back and grabbing the plates, that you were struggling to reach, for you.

You clearly take great pride in being a homemaker and host, Gaz thinks. He can tell by the way you rush around the kitchen, mumbling to yourself.

“Love…” John says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him when you rush past him to grab something from the fridge. “Breathe…”

You smile at him as he holds you against him, swaying you both to the rhythm of the R.E.M album that was playing.

“I just want to make a good first impression on them, Honey…” you sigh.

John places a kiss to your nose, “They love you, Sweetheart.”

“How do you know?” You reply, frowning at even the mere thought of John’s team not liking you.

“Because I love you…” John smiles, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Simon, Gaz, and Soap may not always see eye to eye. They have their little squabbles and get on each other’s nerves despite how much they love each other.

But if there was one thing the trio could agree on, it was nice to know that the man who always took care of them… had someone looking after him too.

[thesugarjar]

Come lick me like a Sunday. I wanna be the dessert that makes your mouth water 💦🍭

[elenaki88]