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minhosimthings · 10 months
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Coffee ice cream with chocolate chips (Bang Chan × Reader)
Warnings: just a lot of fluff
A/N - Yes this is based on Chan's insta posts because man is LITERALLY making me more delusional day by day. So I'm sharing my pain with you though this very short drabble.
2am in the morning. That's the exact time when you're boyfriend called you and said in a very awake voice "Hey wanna go for ice cream?" You, being the very sweet person you are, begrudgingly said yes because you didn't wanna upset your puppy faced boyfriend. Getting up from your bed, you went to your closet and out on the maroon jacket, which Chan had gotten for you from France. It was a special jacket, beset with fake jewels in your favourite colour and it had a tiny embroidering of your name. It kept you warm on the days that Chan wasn't there to keep the cold from entering your front door.
Putting on your purple scarf and shooing away your cat from your shoes, you stepped outside into your lawn to find Chan, wrapped in all black as usual, waiting for you with his car. He did his little run towards and squeezed you, his warm body touching yours. The night was cold, with all the four winds of Zephyrus, Notus, Eurus and Boreas, running through time like an expatriate. But all it took was one hug from Chan to warm your body and your soul up. Chan pulled away from the hug and gave you a bouquet of hyacinths that he said reminded him of your personality.
Getting into the car and putting on your special shared playlist, you drove towards your favourite ice cream place, while Chan entertained you by doing impressions of his friends Minho and Jisung. You reached the ice cream place/cafe in two minutes and climbed the slightly broken stone steps to get through the blue coloured door. You basically lived in this shop your entire life because it was owned by your maternal uncle. Free ice cream and coffee? It was basically heaven for your childhood and college self. So imagine your happiness when Chan took you to this place for your third date, claiming he loved the flavour of the coffee. That's when the place became more deeply etched in your heart.
The place was almost empty now, with just some teenagers having coffee. Your favourite cousin, Seungmin was at the counter and he smiled widely when he saw you and Chan. "It's really cold right now you know? I don't think you should be having ice cream but hey. If you get a cold, I'm gonna be so happy." You stick your tongue out at him as he hands you your usual order, coffee ice cream with chocolate chips. Dating you meant that Chan had to deal with ice cream cravings all the time so slowly his order and your order became the same. Even though many people disagreed, you had a firm belief that chocolate chips and coffee ice cream were a match made in heaven. It took two months and one presentation (supported by Minho) to convince Chan to even try the combination. And in the end it was a grand success! Sitting at the small wooden table outside, you and Chan slowly ate your ice cream while talking about both of your days. Finishing your ice cream, both you went for walk to your favourite pond. You took some pictures of Chan on the way because you said and I quote 'Your back looks good in that white tanktop. Take the jacket off once'.
Laying beneath a tree near the pond Chan ran his hands through you hair as he kissed the top of your nose. You lay on his chest, trying not to fall asleep from the slow beat of his heart and the comforting warmth of his body. Bathing is the moonlight, both of you pointed out stars, while trying to find Jupiter, because according to Chan, Felix told him that Jupiter would be visible to Earth today. You laughed and told him that it was Mercury, while he layed there, trying to find out whether Felix or him got it wrong. You just sat there, silently admiring him, and thinking about how he was the perfect chocolate chips to your coffee ice cream.
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ao3feeddestiel · 5 months
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Late Night Dates
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8QT5sbK by sunset_sailor Dean and Cas have been having late night dates for a while now. Gabriel finally decides to find out what his little brother is doing sneaking out at night. Words: 1507, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 28 of Destiel Christmas Chronicles Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Mary Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Smitten Dean Winchester, Smitten Castiel (Supernatural), gabriel is a good bro, Implied/Referenced Homophobia read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8QT5sbK
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brattybottomdyke · 8 months
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67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
(For research/scientific, purposes,of course🤭)
oh? for research huh? well if it’s for science 🤭
im a big fan of like activity dates - bowling, mini golf, axe throwing. i love a little healthy competition 😋 but im also just down for whatever honestly! im pretty easy going 🥰
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berrypaints · 5 months
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I put them on the bus train lol 🚎 🎨
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You see Aziraphale and Crowley on the bus train, I wonder what they’re talking about? 👀 🎨 🚎
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bribinart · 11 months
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a late night debate!! (prints)
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msterpicasso · 3 months
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@1elyse
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misc-obeyme · 6 months
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MC is having a rough week…
MC: *crying* What am I even doing with my life?!
Mammon: *panicking* Cheer up, MC! Uhhh you’re doin’ great!
Levi: *also panicking* Y-yeah! You could be a total loser like me!
MC: *cries harder*
Beel: Hey, MC. I had this carton of ice cream in the freezer, but I think you need it more.
MC: *looks up at Beel with big tear filled eyes, but has stopped crying* An angel…
Mammon & Levi: ?!
Beel gives MC the ice cream & a spoon. One empty carton later, Mammon & Levi have a better understanding of food therapy.
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nctsworld · 9 months
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a neo a day keeps the feelings at bay [76/∞] 
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s0lairee · 11 months
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endearments.
getting this out before his listener gets a canon nickname. the idea of lasko looking up suitable endearments is... endearing (ha)
(transcript for the nicknames in the second panel: baby, babe, darling, gorgeous, dear(?), love (maybe), raincloud.)
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kissesfemme · 8 months
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currently thinking about how romantic sucking your butch's strap can be. just imagine softly kissing their stomach, leaving lipstick marks as you work your way down. the way that they part your lips with the tip as they praise you, reminding you that you're good. there's nothing more special for a femme than being able to please your butch and make them feel so good (and of course they'll reward you for it)! ♡
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starrycrossedlovers · 6 months
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So what I got from playing tcoaal is that if there was an incest is not wincest au, Andrew Graves would be the perfect boyfriend :)
He's so datable, help
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wis-art · 1 year
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Keychain for @drawingpines thank you so much for commissioning me!
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becca-e-barnes · 8 months
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I've been writing my dissertation like that gif of the cat frantically slamming a keyboard (you know the one) but it's got me thinking about professor Bucky and how he might incentivise you to get your work done for his class 😏
"You're not getting an extension. Don't even think about e-mailing me for one." The hardest part of dating your lecturer isn't actually the sneaking around; it's that he's a hell of a lot tougher on you than the rest of the class.
"But Bucky I-" You begin but he cuts you off and you know by the look on his face that there's no point pressing it.
"No. You're more than capable and you've got plenty of time to get it done. You don't need an extension, you need to apply yourself."
God, he's annoying. You know you can do it, you never said you couldn't. You just don't want to. There's a massive difference.
He pulls his copy of the required reading out of his bag, setting it on the desk beside your laptop and it takes everything in you not to bury your head in your hands.
"There. I've helped you enough." He nods towards the textbook but when you don't move, he flicks through the pages with a sigh, leaving it open at the chapter you know you should start with.
You sit there for another few seconds in a foul mood, mentally preparing yourself to sit here for the next few hours.
"How about I help you? I get the impression you need an incentive." He knows you too well, there's nothing more motivating than a little treat. "You have 12,000 words to write. For every 1,000 you write this week, I'll give you an orgasm."
Maybe you should complain about his assignments more often.
"Deal." Hell, if you'd known this was coming, you'd have started ages ago.
"Good girl." He laughs, amused at the rate at which your fingers begin to dance over the keyboard.
Getting started isn't too hard. You type out a quick plan of your chapters, dropping in the sources you know you'll need before starting your introduction and with your focus on your work, you hardly notice Bucky sinking to his knees under the desk.
You feel his warm, open mouthed kisses trailing up your thighs under your skirt and his soft groans drag your attention away from the laptop.
"Don't stop working." He insists, licking your sex through your cotton underwear, letting you enjoy the delicious friction on your cunt. "You're almost at the first thousand and it reads well so far." You feel his hot breath against the now wet cotton while one of your hands falls to tug his hair.
"If you stop typing, I stop licking." He threatens, pulling your panties to the side, gliding his tongue against your skin and groaning at the taste of your arousal.
You have just over 200 words until you reach your first thousand and it should be so easy but it becomes even harder when he sinks two fingers into you and you're able to hear how wet you are already.
His lips engulf your clit, sucking gently while flicking his tongue in vertical strokes in time with his fingers curling inside you. "Such a smart girl. I'm so proud of you." He hums before giving you a few broad strokes with a flat tongue.
He knows what his praise does to you and with your thighs clamped around his head, you fly your way through a few hundred more words. He chuckles when you proudly announce you reached a thousand but you don't stop typing at the same frantic pace.
"Sweetheart, if you want to get all 12,000 done this evening, I'll sit here as long as it takes." He smiles against your skin before giving you everything he knows you need. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit and his fingertips rub against the soft, spongy spot inside you and in no time you're gushing against his face, gripping his hair and riding your high out on his waiting tongue.
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thatbitchmabel · 2 months
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Late Nights at the CBI
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misc-obeyme · 6 months
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There are times when Lucifer is acutely aware of how much he needs you. For so long, he survived without you. How many years had he spent working, fighting, protecting his family, all on his own? He hadn't needed you before. When had you walked so freely into his heart?
Lucifer couldn't be sure when it began. Perhaps it was the day you first made him hell coffee and the bitter flavor exploded on his tongue. The revelation of your feelings was enough for him to realize his own - the acknowledgment of a fondness that had been creeping in ever since he first saw you.
Now he felt it every time you sat beside him in his office, keeping him company late into the night as he tackled his mountains of paperwork. He would look up from his desk to see you there, content to simply be in his presence. He couldn't deny the way his chest became warm when you inevitably sensed his regard, looked up to meet his eyes, and smiled.
Lucifer felt it every time you accompanied him to the store, keeping track of all the things his brothers requested. Things he would have forgotten if not for your consideration. The way you so effortlessly moved with him, working in tandem as though you had but one mind.
He felt it whenever you brought him a glass of Demonus as he sat in the music room, listening to the latest cursed record he had obtained. How you would linger in the doorway with the glass in your hand, giving him the chance to turn off the record if it was one you couldn't listen to before you came in.
For so long, Lucifer had believed he didn't need anyone else. Until you came along and stood beside him as though that's where you had always belonged. And the longer you stayed there, the more difficult it became for him to pretend he didn't need you.
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certifiedcoffeeaddict · 10 months
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