#and tteokbokki

[oddarette]

Ttoekbokki cats! The final part of my Korean food cats. This one is my personal favorite. They look so cozy in their spicy sauce <3

[eggdrawsthings]

parasol

[tomohirosibuyahappyanimals]

Tteokbokki / 떡볶이 / Spicy Rice Cake

[dvchvnde]

excerpt; hitchhiker au | Simon Riley x Reader gore. graphic descriptions of decomposition. implied noncon.

“You’re not real,” she whimpers, words a rough scrape out of her raw, torn throat. “You can't be real.”

He doesn't answer tonight. Silent in his appraisal, his hatred; the bloodlust rolls off of him in waves, a suffocating deluge that tangles in her chest. Heart pulsing at the base of her throat, clogging her airways. She can't breathe. Can't move. Can only watch as the man cocks his head slowly to the side in a mutated parody of consideration. Confusion. Taking her in as he stands in her doorway, massive body filling the frame in an outline of black, making him more shadow than man. An apparition that haunts her at devil's hour. Always.

The moon's glow casts a line through the open window. A pale meridian between them. 

Childishly, she thinks of hiding under her blanket. Bad things can't touch you under the covers. Curling into a ball with her eyes squeezed shut, fingers plugging her ears. Wishing for her mother. Howling for her dad. Waiting until morning when the thing haunting her finally leaves.

But he doesn't. Not tonight. 

And she knows if she tries to hide, he'll just crawl into the bed next to her—

“Fix your bumper yet?” He asks, measured in his mockery. The weight of his words makes her stomach churn. Nausea a cold, familiar comfort that tethers itself to her ribcage. “Better get that fixed before someone comes askin’ questions, pet. Clean the blood off it, too. Caused quite the nasty spill.”

His directive makes her want to curl into a ball. “I–I didn't mean to, I didn't—”

“What'd you tell everyone? Hit a deer? Left ‘im in the bushes to die? And now he's got maggots crawlin’ all around ‘is ‘ead. Eatin’ his brains clean outta ‘is skull—”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up—you’re not real! You're not real—”

The man—Simon Riley, her mind supplies bitterly, brokenly; tinged full of regret and sorrow and hatred—lashes out in an instant, moves like water, like shadows on the wall, the too bright flicker of a moving car, until he's in her face, looming over her. A massive, unclimbable wall. And she hates it. Hates when he's this close to her. Close enough to smell the stench of rotten blood that dries on his chest, the side of his head. A brown stain that sinks into the too-large frame of his chest. 

He smells of death. Sickening. Tainted with a noisome sweetness that glues in her nostrils, leaks down her throat. She can taste him there, right on her tongue. Him. Simon Riley. 

Missing, the newspapers say. But only she knows the truth. Stowed away in a facsimile of a grave by the swamps, left to rot. Here, in her bedroom. Waiting for her whenever she tries for a modicum of sleep. A veteran. A drifter. Homeless, they write, and he barked out an ugly laugh as he read over your shoulder, but said nothing else as you scrolled. Tense. Shivering in your seat, waiting for the day the police show up and arrest you. You did a terrible thing. A horrible thing. Pay for what you've done—

His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around the delicate arch of her throat. The width spans the entirety of it until the bone china, the vulnerable slope, is clenched tight in his slick, slippery palm. Moss, she knows; it grows over his hands and feet now. The earth reclaiming the body she threw into the swamp—

“Not real?” He mocks, wrenching her closer by her throat. Pulse thudding like the wings of a hummingbird against his thumb. “Oh, pet. M’very real—”

He leans in, too, until his horrid face is lit by the sliver of pale blue moonlight. Scraps of tissue slough off of his head, skin purpling beneath the balaclava that peels off in patches. Animals, he'd told her idly, like talking about his body being eaten away by creatures was piecemeal. The jaundiced bone of his cheek pokes out from raspberry skin. It shifts when he speaks, and draws her eye to the devastation of his mouth. Jawbone visible; muscle blackened, clinging by a strip of thin tissue to his lower mandible. His teeth gleam in the light. Yellow and crooked. The rest of his face is covered under the blood soaked fabric of his mask. A small mercy, she thinks.

But the worst is his eyes. 

Once black, midnight grey, is now filmed over. Milky. And the other—

Something moves in the cherryred chasm. A long, thin black line slinks out of the gaping hole. Another. Another. From the rotten socket, a large spider emerges, crawling over the craggy pieces of his broken nose, making his decomposing body her home. 

She whimpers as the bile surges up, swallowing it down when the blue skin of his mouth peel back in a horrifying grin—

Something white falls from the corner of his eye, rolling down the slick, damp skin of his oily face in a mockery of a teardrop, the image glueing to the bone deep remorse that coils like a noose around her neck. Tighter, tighter. 

His tongue lulls out. Cold, slimy, when it flickers over the trembling ridge of her jaw. Fingers digging into her skin, stealing the warmth from her flesh. The air from her lungs. 

He'll have her like this, she knows. Always does when he gets in these moods—the kind that makes him touch her more, sink boney fingers beneath the hem of her pants, and cooing in her ear about how much he wants to eat her alive. Buzzing with some strange, electric energy. She can't run. Can't scream. 

Going to the police isn't an option when she buried a body under loose rocks and sticks. Hit and run. Vehicular manslaughter. Life over in a blink—

No. No—

She just has to wait, she thinks, her eyes slipping shut as his rancid breath curdled over the tears on her cheeks. Wait until his body rots all the way. 

Until he's nothing but bones—

Only then will this ghost finally leave her alone. 

[plooto]

lo’ak is such a pussy eater . you think he’s doing this for your pleasure ? that’s cute .

doesn’t matter what time of day , if you’re not in a place where he can rip your tweng off , belive he is already trying to pull at the strings

-> “ c’mon baby , jus five minutes , they won’t even notice we’re gone.. ”

and they do . because it’s never just five minutes with lo’ak.

don’t never let him get you alone for a night - not ever - because he’s between your legs all night .

-> you’re pushing your hand against his head trying your best with your jelly-feeling arms .

-> “ t- too much lo’ ! ” he’s holding your hand in his to get to his favorite hobby .

-> “ one more baby, one more.. ”

he’s not asking you . he’s not telling you . he is begging you for one more . and another..

he doesn’t rest til his body actually puts him to sleep. only then will he let you start to think about forming coherent sentences .

eywa- and don’t tell him you’ll do anything .

-> “ s’that right ? anything yawne ? ” he’s smirking . he’s smirking because you’ve already sealed the deal .

you’re already pinned on his face , the thought of suffocating him pushed out of your mind when he feels so- so good.

so good you don’t even know what you had asked him for..

like father like son , right ?

[haveyoueatenthis]

[seiwas]

bakugo swallows a spoonful of food too fast and lets out a small cough.

it's cute, barely there—could even pass as him clearing his throat if anything, but you notice it because bakugo always eats his food carefully, never hurriedly.

you try your best to hide your smile across him, head tilted down towards the bowl of soup you're swirling with your spoon.

"s’your soup funny or what?" he grumbles, gaze narrowing at you.

your eyes widen and the grin you'd been trying to suppress attempts to slip out, your teeth catching on your lower lip to stop it from fully revealing itself. when you look up, he isn't mad, but the expression on his face lets you know that he’s suspicious because you’re acting so weird.

"it's nothing," you smile, shaking your head.

just that you think it's so cute of him—that little cough. how he’s comfortable with you like this, off-guard.

he doesn't press further, but his eyes squint before returning to his food.

"can i taste?" you ask, spoon reached out and begging as you eye his bowl.

"t'spicy," he doesn’t even look up.

you pout, "i wanna try—"

the stare he gives you is flat, a dull crimson that’s rehearsed; the same one he sends you each and every time you ask to taste something he's flagged too spicy for you, yet for some reason you still insist on suffering through.

"—please?"

it’s unfortunate he still hasn’t figured out how to say no when you ask this way.

he pushes his bowl towards you, the liquid in it a vibrant, scary, and very spicy red. you can already feel the insides of your nose burning. he leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you gulp nervously. anticipating.

you wet your lips once before dipping your spoon into his bowl, collecting just enough to taste but not enough to form a mouthful. you swallow again before taking a deep breath as the cool metal of the spoon pushes itself past your lips.

it's okay.

for a second, maybe.

until it starts to burn, your tongue on fire as dry heat makes its way to the back of your throat. this is the worst coughing fit of your life.

are you crying? or are your eyes actually sweating?

you squeeze your eyes tighter and think, no wonder bakugo had coughed earlier.

.

when you think you've recovered, eyes rid of tears and throat probably extremely fucked from all that coughing, bakugo slides over a glass full of milk and a small, peeled open yogurt cup that he keeps in his fridge for all the others times you've done this already.

[fattributes]

Spicy Rabokki

[julieterbang]

tenderherbs

[andy-wm]

TTEOKBOKKI BY JK

Am i dreaming?

Jimin has listed his favourite food as TTEOKBOKKI BY JK

I love them.

[seoul-bros]

Too CUTE for words

No. 5 had us all barking up the wrong tree. Such a Jimin answer.

Favourite food: Tteokbokki by JK 😁 So loyal to that bunny and oh yeah, he flexing, "I still get to eat his food while I'm in the military everyone. 😘"

Post Date: 20/06/2024

[morethansalad]

Vegan Tteokbokki Curry

[jeonscatalyst]

Wait!!!! So when did “Tteokbokki By Jk” happen? Did Jimin just feel like rubbing in our faces that Jungkook cooks him tteokbokki or…..????

[sixcupids]

x

[plooto]

。.・ rae said : “ urge to write a biting kink with lo’ak after watching him chomp ” ・.。

lo’ak is the sweetest when he dicks you down.

his favorite was to have you on your back, knees pressed into your shoulders as every stroke of his hips has his hip bone brushed your clit.

“ sh-it, lo- nngg! ” you squealed, feeling hips circle, his tip brushing the deepest part of you. you squealed and felt all the focus in your mind slip—sliding out from under you like a rug. your eyes rolled back in your head, your body sliding deeper into the cot as all the strength left you. you gripped his back the best that you could, fingernails barely indenting his skin—trying to grip onto something as your body shook. you choked out a curse, feeling your stomach tense and your ability to breathe properly slipping out of you and into the air above—gone. your hands spread across the expanse of his back, fingers brushing against the base of his tail.

“ fuck- no- do- don’t do that baby- ” you felt him twitch inside you, as the sound of his whines triggered your orgasm, you let out a silent scream, pushing out the air from your lungs as you squeezed around him—cumming. still jelly-like, you pushed your arm down to wrap your hand around the base of his tail, the tail that found it’s way shaking around your ankle. you felt the strength in his arms fade as his weight dropped on you, arms shifting under your arms against the cot.

“ baby- i- no- fuck don’t stop— ” your body shook as lo’ak shakingly rolled his hips into yours, brushing the tip of your cervix. your pointer finger danced along the base of his tail, sending him over the edge.

“ oh~ lo’ak y- ” your voice faded into the air as lo’ak bit down on your shoulder, biting down as he rut into yours. stilling, he emptied his load inside you, moaning into your shoulder. his legs shook as you didn’t cease your moments on his tail, feeling the warmth of his release sliding down to your as you squelched around him.

“ f- fuck- baby- i’m- ” you released his tail, flattening your fingers against the base, his tail unwrapping from your ankle only to slap at it. you felt him ease off of you, slipping out of you as he guided your legs down to rest on the cot.

“ shit, we should have used tsaheylu. ” you barely heard him, the muscles in your stomach tensing as an ugly laugh left you.

“ great mother— ”

[sexygaywizard]

Every time I visit my hometown I'm like WHY IS KOREAN FOOD SO GOOD I miss it so bad I just want tteokbokki and bibimbap and sundubu jjigae and kimbap and and and and !!!!!!