#“started to blossom” lol ok

[samijey]

you know it's bad when an interview article reads like a fanfic 💀💀

[theroyalyandere]

request: So what I am thinking about is Yandere prince× reader who is tge daughter of a merchant and his childhood bestie. They have a 5 year gap and when she turned 20,she was getting engaged. So he level ups lol. Its ok if you wanna write it in headcanon style or fiction style I just want to read a royal au (I am a sucker for it.) Can I please ask it to be a little longer your emperor one was really good so it being small had really made me thirsty 🤒 and can you make it 18+ I mean yk 👀, obviously if you are comfortable. Thanks for reading all of my ramblings.

thank you for the request! :D

yandere!prince x merchant's daughter!reader (smutty 18+)

your father is a wealthy merchant close to the king and it makes sense that when you were born, you were presented at the court by the royal family's presence.

when yandere!prince first saw you he adored how a lovely baby you were and was eager to hold you. he treated you like a baby sister due to him being an only child.

you spent your childhood being at the palace mostly by the young prince's side with how compatible the both of you are.

even as a child he's very possessive of you, he does not want any children being at your proximity or anyone getting your attention away from him.

being the prince he is, you always follow his orders and in return spoiled by him.

a few years later, his platonic affections turned into romantic ones as he saw you blossom into a fine young woman.

he grew into a great prince while you were known to be the gentle and sweet girl always be his side.

he was 25 and you were 20.

he started to treat you like a lover would and it baffles you.

you tried to turn him down but he became even more affectionate when you ignore him.

you can't deny how handsome and charming he is that is making you grow flustered every minute you spend time with him.

he's known to being a gentleman when it comes to treating ladies with respect mostly showing them to you.

he's similar to how a dragon would hoard his treasure.

you're his happiness and he wouldn't want anyone or anything to take you away from him.

he treated you so well he doesn't even look at the other girls that were offered to him.

he isolates you from everyone else to the point his parents and your parents became concerned with the way he always hover around you.

when he found out your father engaged you to another noble he was angry.

you are his to claim and his to love and because of that he made a plan.

first he took you out like usual and then to the garden where you confided about your betrothal.

he feels his irritation rising with every word coming out of your mouth.

you told him that you heard some of the other girls how they got their virginity taken

which sparked your curiosity and made him grow even more hopeful on making his plan into action.

so he offered to teach you how to kiss and please a man.

you were quite reluctant but you were determined to be experienced so you agreed.

his first lesson was kissing.

at that moment he took your first kiss at the garden, he was extremely handsome and although you thought of him as an older brother with him being the only boy you spend your time with.

your kisses were clumsy but he taught you how to move you lips and tongue in accordance with his.

his kisses slowly became passionate and you have to stop him before your heart flies out of your chest.

you pull away from him breathlessly.

he chuckles at how you already look like a mess but you couldn't deny how it made you want for more.

so you pulled him close and told him to shut up and continue.

he smirks before diving back into kissing your soft lips.

he became even hungry and he also wanted more.

you couldn't forget the moment how he took you to his chambers where he undressed you and caressed your skin.

the way he gropes your body like he owns you.

he sucks deep harsh marks all over your skin and his hands roaming to appreciate your beauty. his sole focus was on you.

you whine at the marks he leaves your skin but he insists that its part of love making.

he looked at you with lust and passion behind his eyes his lips wet from the passionate kiss you both had shared.

he lovingly laid you down on his bed and took down his clothes revealing his glorious body.

he looked down at you as if you're the only treasure and the most beautiful thing on the world.

his intensity made you shy away making you hide your face into the sheets while you weakly slam your hand onto his chest.

he chuckles and he only kisses your cheek sweetly making you even more flustered so you told him to hurry up.

"my my~ so impatient."

he prepares you by spreading your pussy with his mouth and fingers, eating you out like a dessert.

you can't help but arch your body as he coaxes sounds out of you.

your body is only his to control and pleasure and you love every moment of it.

when you came on his tongue and came back up with him licking your wetness from his fingers.

you clench your thighs at the sight and this goes noticed by him.

"ready my dear?"

you nod and he slowly pushes into your wet untainted cavern.

the prince claimed you as his the moment his hard cock penetrated your wet pussy.

the moment he entered you he went feral at the feeling of your pussy enveloping his member.

he takes it slow until the pain subsides and the completely destroys you.

"fuck~ you take me so well my darling~"

he keeps pounding into you that you almost couldn't breathe.

your beloved prince doesn't dare to leave your pussy with the way it's clamping down on his cock.

he keeps fucking you until you orgasm intensely and he spills his hot load into your womb.

you immediately fall asleep after but he pulls out to watch cum leak out of your cunt.

he kisses your forehead whispering you did well and cleaned you up before cuddling you.

after that he was determined to cut off your engagement so he studied hard to the point of neglecting you but he apologized by sending gifts to your way.

with his harsh presence gone you saw how people gravitate to you and you became popular for who you are.

but you also noticed how some of the closest ones to you disappeared

you also met your future fiancé but in the back of your mind was your beloved prince.

time passes, days before your wedding the king suddenly fell dead and the prince was immediately coronated as king.

you watch him look at you within the crowd as he was hailed as the new king of the kingdom.

at the day of your wedding he was invited as an honored guest.

he watched your every movement and you felt his eyes staring holes at you.

he smiled for your sake but on the inside his anger is bubbling up especially the way your fiance now husband kissed you. he clenched his fist and clapped along everyone else, oblivious to the plan he was brewing.

at the reception, everyone was happy until your husband suddenly falls dead infront of you causing chaos.

the feast then became a funeral with the prince consoling you.

the next day, he offered to engage you to him infront of everyone even your parents.

your answer shall determine your fate.

A/n: the ending is kinda meh but I hope you like this!

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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lmk if you want to be tagged!

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

I am NOT a smut writer and you're the resident monsterfucker so i bestow upon you my dream last night in hopes you can do something with it:

You're at a gathering of spellcasters, coming together from all across the land to show off your works to the high council, in the hope of impressing them and being taken into the fold. Unfortunately, they reject you, sending you away and accepting a group of your closest friends instead. What they don't tell you is that this is because you've already been claimed, marked in your very soul by an ancient force. You leave the lofty gathering, dejected and feeling quite sorry for yourself.

You wander the columns of a lush, intensely flowered ruin. The smell of the blossoms makes you feel a bit better, brings heat to your cheeks and a dull, throbbing sensation in your belly. You spin around when you hear gravel crunch behind you, only to catch a glimpse of a thickly furred, feline tail disappear into the foliage. You feel eyes on you, and start to panic. You turn to run- and collide with the muscular chest of a tall, powerful being. His face is that of a tiger, his fur mottled and shifting and *soft*. His wrists are adorned in gold, and he catches your chin, tilting your face up to look at him as his tail starts to wrap around your leg. He leans in to taste your scent, and purrs, "*There's* my queen. I've been looking for you, little morsel."

You try to back away in fear, but his tail holds you tight. You demand to know his name, who he is, where he came from. He rumbles deep in his chest, and his tongue flicks out to catch a nervous tear from your cheeks. "I am the lord of this place. And you, doll, are my mate. I've been waiting a *very* long time for you."

Before you can run, he's got you pinned against one of the columns, rutting into you, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful and strong your kits will be, how he will rebuild his kingdom with you and elevate you to his side as a god. How your glory will be known and beloved by all, how there will be songs and stories of your beauty, how you will be his Queen and how your sons will be stronger than mountains and your daughters as radiant as the sun. First, though, the mating.

Ok! Spent quite a while thinking about this, and going to take a few liberties!

Probably going to be a few parts, because I cannot seem to do porn without plot lol, but anon I have not forgotten you!

I have about 500 words written so far though! Hopefully I’ll be able to post some stuff soon!

Edit: now with a part 1!

[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: kageyama tobio, miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, hitoka yachi, ushijima wakatoshi

a/n: comeback?! 🫣

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he thinks everything you do is normal, it skews his perspective of the real world. you’re a great painter? suddenly he’s asking his seatmate why her drawings look like that. you sing well? he tells some kid with an average voice that he can’t sing. you’re rich? suddenly he’s calling someone’s car cheap.

obedient, whether or not you’re younger than him. “get me a glass of water, tobio” “ok.” // “my feet hurt, tobio.” “put them on my lap, ill massage your feet.” honestly, really reasonable and kind

he’s so loud when he gets annoyed though. stubs his toe on the coffee table and the next day, you receive a noise complaint. swears a lot too. god forbid he loses one of his volleyball equipment. he’s going to absolutely flip the house upside down.

kageyama is so transparent with you, literally almost no boundaries. he’ll literally go into your room and is confused why you tell him to get out. “why? is there something you need to hide?” somehow knows your password always “why can’t i use your phone? you can use mine.” bro has nothing to hide, hes too comfortable around you

just dont mess with his volleyball things and you’re all good.

MIYA TWINS

you three are so loud all the goddamn time, your neighbors hate you guys. the two might baby you or look up to you, but you’re never exempted from their mischief. but at least you have your very own bodyguard and sidekicks.

you own literally nothing. things will go missing from your room, and appear in atsumu’s desk. one time, you see your hand cream in atsumu’s hand, and he’s using it to massage his foot after volleyball practice. “what are you doing?!” “i ran out of foot cream. plus, what’s the difference between feet and hand skin anyways? oh hey, it smells nice.”

you can’t store your food just anywhere too, you have to hide it in the most creative spots just to make sure osamu doesn’t get his hands on it. always makes excuses too. “this is OUR house so this is also OUR food” “sharing is caring, and i’m your brother.”

when osamu and atsumu fight, you either get dragged in or you have to start haggling to get between them. you three will fight about literally anything. mainly because you three love to intentionally annoy each other “get out of my room!” “my feet are outside so it doesn’t count.” BAM BOOSH POW!! knuckle sandwich for everyone!

and you three love to pretend to be characters in the show. powerpuff girls? osamu is bubbles, you and atsumu fight over who’s blossom. alvin and the chipmunks? osamu is theodore, atsumu is alvin, and you’re simon. god forbid spongebob comes on, because atsumu insists he’s pearl.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s a great brother, in all senses of the word. you leave something at home and he’ll bring it for you. you get into an accident and he’s the first to show up. you lose something and he’ll find it for you.

you see oikawa so often he might as well be your brother too. when you’re talking to people, the two are so irritating lol. oikawa’s teasing you and giggling about it, and iwaizumi is giving you “the talk” which he’s given you dozens of times.

he likes to scold you, but he’s only really looking out for you. he doesn’t like to encourage you when you cause trouble, but a single text from you, and he’s already grumbling and on his way to open the window for you to sneak in.

if you like any of his teammates and he finds out, you’ll get an earful. “there are so many guys in the world and you like him?! you can do better but you’re settling on so little!” and if it’s oikawa, he’s literally gagging and telling oikawa he isn’t allowed to come over anymore.

but also, he’s paying for your deliveries, opening the car door for you, and making you walk in the inner side of the sidewalk, so you win anyways.

HITOKA YACHI

she makes you talk to your mom and ask permission for her, because she’s too scared to do it herself. feels bad and gives you some cash or snacks to make it up to you if you get scolded in her place.

brings you to volleyball practice with her, and if you’re classmates or in karasuno too, she makes you sign up as manager with her too. you two are almost inseparable, mainly because yachi doesn’t want to do things with strangers, and wants to be with someone she knows.

loves to go out and hang with you. she’s not really a shopping kind of girl, but you two will literally get lost when you get to stationery. you two will frequent cute cafes too. you go under the guise of studying but get distracted by everything.

in the nights, she’ll do your hair and skin routine, and you’ll do hers. you two have a shared playlist and everything, and the both of you will just talk about everything under the sun.

surprisingly has a large appetite around you. she’ll ogle your sweets. “um…are you going to eat that? just asking…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

sibling or not, he’s really quiet. doesn’t like small talk or messing around since he doesn’t see the point in it. also can be super blunt with you so he hurts your feelings sometimes, but he’s always quick to apologize once he realizes you were upset by it. “you might have gotten a higher score if you didn’t waste time on your phone last night.” “toshi…” “sorry, i mean it as advice.”

has really good insight into things, so you often go to him for advice. he’s straightforward and likes to cut to the chase, so he’s rarely in between decisions. on the other hand, he can occasionally misunderstand your intentions and feelings and doesn’t understand why some things bother you.

he’ll call you to the backyard to toss to him every so often. you’ve spent a majority of your childhood passing ushijima volleyballs for him to hit and receive, and waiting for him to finish watching a game so you can watch your cartoons.

he always has tickets for you to watch his games. if he hears your cheers, he’ll give you a determined smile. he’ll find you after a game and ask you how it was and if you had fun. has you ride in the team bus to and from games and no one really pays too much mind. (except for tendou who’ll pester you)

on his way back home after a long practice, he’ll stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out for you.

[alexeatstables]

ERM, THE LINES ARE BLURRING

THE LINES ARE BLURRING!!

This is not good!

We can't have the line of gender envy and attraction be blurred, that only confuses everyone. ALEX, PLEASE, NO!

Ahem...

Sorry to inform you, the lines have most definitely been blurred from the very start. NOW WITNESS (the might of the seas) MY INSANITY!

Shadow Milk Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom

Buddy from Cinderella Boy.

Literally part of the main reason I made this post.

Harumi Kurose from Our Walk Home

FIVE FROM THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

(HELP, I JUST REALIZED HOW RANDOM THIS LIST IS NOW, HAHAHAHAH *cue awkward uncontrollable laughing*)

Bronze (storybook form) from Cinderella Boy (again, lol)

Vincent from Dead Plate.

Do not judge me.

Or do, free speech or whatever, lol.

Everyone in this car, from left to right, Ronald, David, and Exer. All from Jackson's Diary.

Jackson and Diary Jackson, also from Jackson's Diary (no, really? Jackson from Jackson's Diary???)

Yes, those are two separate entries in my opinion.

Hunter from The Owl House.

Tom Holland as Spider-Man, specifically.

Then I could list Spider-Man (any type really, especially ones with Spider-Verse movie designs) and Tom Holland as their own listings.

Peach Blossom Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom (random shift but ok).

Edric Blight from The Owl House

And I think this is too long now, so I'm ending here. Thanks for listening to a mad man's transmasc yap session! I like men, being a man, and goodbye!

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

https://www.tumblr.com/lavender-butterfly-cookie/767967059709739008/teddy-anon-and-ok-here-i-go-then-lol-and-got?source=share

Teddy anon here and Idea for a another part...imagine if the cookies you adored the most started approaching you lmao...another incentive to be tempted to stay lol! Personally I simp for a lot of cookies so ye lol...like I can name a few...like affogato, red velvet, dark choco, Caramel arrow, Shining glitter, Clotted cream, Royal margarine, cherry blossom are a few examples...named so many incase we had atleast one in common lol...

Still imagine them coming to the castle and being extra cuddly with the reader knowing they are favorites lol!

Boy oh boy- this one's gonna be something huh? (I don't- I don't seee what anyone sees in affogato- I'm sorry. I gotta side with Caramel arrow cookie on this one, why the purple as twink???)

(You had me for Red velvet, Dark Choco and Caramel arrow.)

The idol of your idols

"Ah, Y/N cookie, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I've heard a lot of talk about you. Happy to finally meet the cookie who caught the attention of my liege himself. If you ever need some medicine I'll be to wip up a sweet batch just for you."

"A pleasure to finally meet you in person, Y/N cookie. I do hope the gifts chiffon delivered to you were of your liking. I know it was sudden, but after hearing of such a cookie as yourself, I thought it was only right to show my respect and admiration for you."

"Ah, and so I finally get the opportunity to meet the one they call Y/N cookie. Whether intentionally or by accident, you've clearly already made quite a reputation for yourself. I hope the gifts I sent you were satisfactory and it's truly an honor to stand in your presence."

"Y/N cookie, we meet again! It's good seeing you. It's been boring not having someone to speak with at the gate. You certainly left a good impression on his majesty. He wishes for more future interactions with you, and so do I. If you ever feel unsafe then just know I'll be ready to protect you."

"Is that THE Y/N cookie I've been hearing so much about?! Your name's so famous it's even more popular than me, and I've been here longer! It's so cool to meet you in person. Tell ya what, maybe we could hang out after my concert, if ya like. Or you can watch me in rehearsals. Either way, hope I get to hang out with you some time!"

"Ah, and you must be Y/N cookie, the baker themselves. A pleasure to be meeting such an honorable cookie. Word about you has spread like wild fire amongst the republic and frankly all over the the country. If you'd allow me, I'd like to show you around the place a bit. What do you say?"

"Well well, do my eyes deceive me or am I getting the pleasure of meeting the one and only Y/N cookie? Now aren't we just both lucky, hm? I get to meet the baker and you get to meet your favorite dragon rider. A win-win, aye?"

"Hello baker! I've been waiting for when you'd come by here. After all, how could one not want to come here on such a beautiful spring morning? I know, you should come have a picnic with me. I promise it'll be worth your time."

[speakofthedebbie]

by popular demand (re: one person) some radioapple fic recs!! (i hope thats what you meant lol most of the fics i read are just radioapple)

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 3 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic

im not sure if its meant to be read as such but it kinda feels like a squeal to bedtime rituals in a way (edit: not meant to be read as such, just the same vibe)

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

also just yes. basically a really not cool joke evolves into a blossoming romance because why wouldnt it. (man if i had a nickel for every radioapple fic that had a masquerade that was sabotaged by the vees- *gets shot bc i cant mention osas yet*)

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

ykw fuck it just the entire series (i didnt mention i would give anything to not give a shit (but i do) and my perfect rock bottom (my beautiful trauma) because the first one sounded a lil too angsty and ive gotten enough of that from other sources [pointedly glares at Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love {also coming up later!}] and the second is (mostly) smut and ive been trying to step back from that because "ive seen worse" isnt a valid excuse for that torture actually)

Of Saints and Sinners by the forever amazing @morningstarwrites!! (if you see this i have a serious question: is this your first time ever writing a fic? because how do you get so much right the first time- [not even beginners luck could explain this level of skill])

i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i am foaming at the mouth till friday (depending on how this goes, that might be tomorrow or today)

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall (no tumblr in sight, so AO3) (i. urgfgh. what happened. i was just smiling over the fluff while crossing to go to school. where did it go. where did it gooooo)

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. also emily is there (fallen) tho we havent seen her in a sec. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6(?) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and minzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

{{future me prefacing this by saying i have no idea where i was going with yesterdays thought process, all you need to know from it was im on chapter 27. also scungilli your comment is making me very worried 😟 well theres no mcd tag so im sure itll fine, right? RIGHT, SCUNGILLI??}}

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent of for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

this one starts off as human!alastor/lucifer but by the middle(?) its just regular radioapple. basically al is encountered by luci while finishing off a job who agrees to keep quiet. luci just keeps on showing up, reveals hes the devil to which al us just like "lol ok" and eventually they get in a relationship (ooh lala 👀) but they break up after saying some hurtful things to each other (oh nono 👀) with luci promising al they will never cross paths again. if you watched the show then well. you know that doesnt happen 😂 most human!al radioapple have al summon him (no hate to them) so this was an interesting change of pace

cannot stress it enough but this is a WORKING list i WILL be coming back to it bc these are purely the fics i could think if off the top of my head. IN FACT, if any of you have radioapple fics you love, SEND THEM THE FUCK IN! i am one person whos only been in this fandom for 4 months, and reading fics/shipping radioapple even less, theres bound to be some ones i missed that you think are Worthy™️! and if theyre nsfw then at the very least it shouldnt be the main focus

EDIT: so sorry anyone who reblogged this before had to see the disgusting unedited version. literally just found out that tumblr doesnt apply edits to reblogs. what the fuck

[9haharharley1]

For the prompt ideas, how do you feel about hanahaki? Vlad not knowing how to handle having this, trying to keep it a secret from everyone around him.

I've never done hanahaki before, I don't really read it, but it's starting to perk my interest, so this couldn't have come at a better time! I hope this is OK, it's my first time lol

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Vlad excused himself from the meeting with his CFO as a cough welled in his throat. He barely managed to get out of the room before he doubled over with it, handkerchief covering his mouth. Stumbling away, he headed for the nearby restroom where he hunched over the sink to hack his aching lungs out. The porcelain cracked under his grip as he heaved.

A red glow cast over the sink, his eyes having turned red from the force of his body trying to expel the nuisance in his throat. He sincerely hoped no one was in one of the stalls or would come waltzing in as he spat the first of a blackened petal out of his mouth.

It tingled on his tongue.

Blood blossoms were old magic, rarely found in the wild in this day and age, but they had always been a rare species of flower to begin with. Black petals tipped with a streak of violet, they were a morbid flower, and Vlad had always appreciated their otherworldly beauty.

At least, he had up until they started growing on his lungs.

Once upon a time, Vlad had thought hanahaki disease to be a myth, a silly superstition meant to coerce young lovers and abusers into staying together in relationships that should have never made it past the first date. He'd been on the receiving end of such advances, one woman in accounting going so far as to shove actual flowers in her mouth to cough up the next time they were in the same room together. There had been threats of the same kind in his mail, strangers vying for his attention by saying they were suffocating on their love for him. He'd never believed their rubbish and had his systems trace back to the perpetrators so either he or his security team could deal with them.

Turns out all of those people had been perfectly healthy and were just trying to guilt him into giving them some attention. Go figure.

He spat out another petal, glaring at a drop of blood landing next to it in the sink. Whoever said hanahaki was supposed to be a tragically romantic disease was a damn liar. He couldn't say he was a fan.

It was even worse when the subject of his so-called unrequited love wasn't the person he had imagined it would be.

The day he woke up with the first petal in his throat, after weeks of increasingly violent couching fits, the source of which he couldn't find, Vlad had had an outright panic attack. He had sat curled up in his shower, the heat cranked all the way up to combat his shaking, but it had done little as he stared at the single black petal. He had sobbed. He had screamed and wailed, punching through the tile beneath him as he struggled to breathe with thorns stabbing his lungs and flowers in his throat. It hadn't been a pleasant morning.

It was made all the more unpleasant when he had finally calmed down enough to think logically again, to analyze the facts of what was happening to him and why.

He was in unrequited love. He knew that much about the disease, that the flower only grew when a person couldn't admit their feelings to another. At first, Vlad had tried to refute that fact, thinking back on the multitude of times he had tried to make Maddie Fenton his, to convince her to leave her bumbling husband for him, who could take better care of her and her children than Jack ever could. He had made his intentions quite known to her that time in Colorado, even, so even if it was unrequited, at least Maddie was aware enough to reject him outright.

But that was years ago. The disease hadn't manifested itself back then, which meant - if the tragic love poems were to be believed - that Vlad had never really loved her in the first place. It was a hard pill to swallow, even as he had picked his sorry self up off the shower floor to go to his lab, running an MRI on himself to check his insides.

He had been horrified by what he saw.

A black mass had planted itself in his lungs, tendrils of vines stabbed into the sides of his organs to grow upward into his throat. That, at least, explained the slight wheeze to his breathing these past few weeks, growing steadily worse as the plant grew in size. In a moment of panic, he had attempted to phase it out of himself, going so far as to have a clone reach into his body and yank the thing out, only to be painfully repelled back with a scream, hands burning and blistering even through the gloves his ghost wore. After coming down from yet another panic, Vlad had analyzed the single petal he had coughed up.

His horror grew after concluding it was, in fact, blood blossoms flowering in his lungs.

He threw up in the trash shortly after this revelation, not needing to do anymore research as he realized who could possibly be causing this in him.

There was only one person. Only one person had ever matched him, who had stood up to him and mocked him, thwarting his plans time and again because Vlad was too soft on the boy to go further. Only one person had ever superceded his obsession with Madeline Fenton to make himself Vlad's whole world, to want to win his affection, to be in his life, to go so far as to make a clone copy of him if he couldn't have the real thing for himself.

Back then, Vlad hadn't thought it anymore than wanting a son of his own, to want Maddie's son for his own, but he knew better now. Thinking back, he should have wanted young, brilliant Jasmine as his daughter as well, and some part of him still thought that she should have been his, too, but that want, that yearning he felt for Daniel had never quite extended to Jasmine. He had once chalked it up to just never having wanted a daughter to begin with, and his chest ached knowing that his little Danielle was out there somewhere, far away from him and hating him so spectacularly that he may never get a chance to rectify the pain he had caused her.

This... disease put into perspective what he lacked - companionship, love, family - and as he spat up another petal with a fleck of blood on it, he knew that he could have had all of that with Daniel, with Danielle by their side.

The perfect little half-ghost family. Everything he had ever wanted.

His lungs burned from the poison of the blossoms inside him, his throat sore and raw. Vlad spat into the sink, glaring at the mess of blood that came with it. He grabbed a paper towel, using it to clean the petals and throw them away without touching them directly, washing out the sink and his mouth once they were dealt with. He still had a meeting to get back to, so he stood up straight, fixing his tie and his ponytail until he looked every bit the put-together CEO he showed the larger world. His handkerchief was folded up and placed back in his breast pocket, and when he stepped out of the restroom, no one would ever realize he had just spent five minutes literally coughing up his lungs. He strolled back to the meeting room with his head held high.

A rush of red steam slipped from his lips, Vlad quickly reaching up to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. He glowered, glancing around for whatever ghost dared to enter his building. He still had a schedule to keep.

His eyes went wide when he turned around, however.

"Daniel?" he wheezed around the flower threatening to choke him.

Daniel stood in the hall, shivering and miserable. There were deep bags under his eyes, his hair unkempt and windswept. His clothes were wrinkled, like Daniel had grabbed them straight from the laundry basket and thrown them on, flying as fast as his exhausted body possibly could to stand before Vlad. There was a dribble of blood on his lips, like he had just finished a painful coughing fit of his own, and the horror that crept over Vlad had him all but running to the younger man. Daniel hung his head as Vlad knelt before him, grabbing his arms.

"Daniel?" he practically pleaded, willing the young halfa to look at him. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Nothing could have prepared him for the shock that jolted through him when Danny held up a handful of blood blossom petals in a shaking hand. Vlad's breathing went ragged.

"C... Can we talk?" Daniel muttered, voice wheezy and hoarse, his pain significantly worse than Vlad's. Vlad met his pleading eyes with his own wide, bewildered ones, barely registering the bloom of hope in his lungs. He fished his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello, Dolores. Cancel my appointments for today."

[undertale-fic-librarby]

do you have anything thats ink sans centric mayhaps? 🥺 just nothing with the fgod au please

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Arts and Crafts | Errorink / Errink by Yumikokun (General Audiences, Incomplete)

"I can't..." "I can't do it..." "I'm a coward..." "...but...you're not...." ⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰ A young artist, by the name of Ink, is a student at Universal Collage. His fear keeps him from accomplishing his goals. Would he be able to face it? Could he find the courage to even do it? We shall see... ⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰ Arthur's note; This story is not related to any of my works. I came up with it this time lol. So in other words, an original story. X) Credits to the original artist of the cover. (I edited it, I hope it's ok). Another note! - Ink has a soul. - There might be sentences in different languages, but I will not translate them. If someone could, please do it in the comments. :) - Humans and monsters are at peace. (Just letting you know.) - There might be swearing. I will not censor it. Be warned. - There might be a slight mention of depression. No more than that. (I will update if there is.) ⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰ Published: 15th of February 2023 Ended: ?

A bit of help never hurt by Therealcici (Teen And Up, Complete)

Ink is tutored by geno, but events lead to ink becoming more familiar with the middle of the three brothers error. Or just a human high school into collage au no one asked for. -+-++-+-+-++-+-+-++- Oh. I shouldn’t ask, it’s really none of my business but I really wanna know. “Do you wanna talk about it…” I give Geno a small smile as he finally looks me in the eyes ( or in his case eye) as he brings his hands down to cup his knees and swallows before he lets out a breath. “If You don’t mind. I have a small favour to ask.”He replied quietly and averted his gaze to the left as his arms slipped down to his knees. I look at him dumbfounded for a moment.

Where Have You Buried All Your Children? by Estel_dreamer (Mature, Incomplete)

Ink was familiar with creating, it’s what he was created to do after all. It was woven into his very magic and essence. Every universe, every variant derived from him in some way, whether it be from being formed by his own hands or splitting off from his own creation into something new. But even so, they were never truly his own. He gave them tangibility, but they gave themselves form, they took his starting point and rushed headlong into the unknown. He loved them all the same, as fleeting as they were. Ink knew he shouldn’t have done it. He was putting more than just himself and this new universe at stake. But he wanted something that he could call his own, he wanted to be selfish and greedy just this once. He’d seen others have children, have beings tied so closely to themselves that they loved and called their own. He wanted that, he wanted his own child, his own creation. A choice to be selfish may be just what the multiverse needs though to start repairing broken bonds, to form a happy family once more. Or it might break it all apart once and for all. Only time will tell

The Demon from Above and the Angel from Below by App1eS0uce (Teen And Up, Complete)

Ink, an angel. Loved by all. Well, all in the angel realm that is. Ink an angel, and God of creativity, falling for Error. A demon, and God of destruction. While good at his job, and kills without mercy. They both hated each other, until they accidentally met under a small cherry blossom tree. They would talk for hours, putting aside their differences. Well, that was until Dream and Nightmare had a plan to get ride of these secret meetings.

Apples Are Always Sweeter When Cared For by ButterflyWritter (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Ink stumbles across a new au, with new guardians inside. He's excited to meet them, and excited to tell them of the multiverse. But what he never expected was the horrors he'd see inside, even then he never expected the guardians would be children. So now, he is learning to cope with the strange new emotions he is having, while staying by Reaper's side to heal the wounds the two children bare, even if not all of them are visible. And maybe, they'll get the family they've always wanted.

[lily-alphonse]

I'm going to really need you to hear me out on this one because it seems a little ick at first, but Sandy x Clint. I imagine that they bond over being friends with Emily initially then it blossoms into something more. And it's the slightly stereotypical mid man with model women.

I love ur ideas Ollie

I love that you called it as a mid man with a model woman thats so funny lmao

Ok honestly guys... I'm prepared to forgive Clint. I know.

I saw a post recently pointing out that Sebastian has a comparably sus line about Abigail. I am a Sebastian lover and not a hypocrite so I took a deep look inward and decided, you know what, being a blacksmith is hot. His facial hair is hot. I'm okay with it. We could give him a redemption arc.

It helps imo that Emily is weird. Personally I think it lends credibility to his crush in a way that would have been lost if his crush was on Haley, for example. Clint and Emily were friends first and he likes her personality, and is potentially just misguided because of self-esteem issues and toxic masculinity making him believe he can't have female friends.

So let's put his ass in therapy when Emily gets married and he has his little menty b about it.

He starts to leave the workshop more per his therapist's insistence. He joins some kind of club in town like a wine and cheese night. (Im basing off of his little Parisian-looking outfit during Emily's clothing therapy cutscene, its not out of nowhere, Clint is a man of culture on the inside) He apologizes to Emily and they start to rebuild their friendship, maybe have a fun little shopping makeover.

Sandy has never really met Clint before his makeover. Maybe a glimpse of him at an event. But they formally meet at Emily's birthday party and Sandy likes what she sees.

Clint's easily flustered. Not a tall man but BUILT, stocky with chiseled fucking arms from his smithing. A man not afraid to get his hands dirty, but also likes a bit of culture. He's well-groomed, with fun facial hair that is just quirky enough to be very intriguing to Sandy. Like, come on. When you look at it like that, you can't tell me it's not compelling.

Sandy is confident and domineering. She zeroes in on him so hard even Emily is like woah there girl he's fragile lol. The success of this relationship is largely due to Emily, in the early days. Clint relies on her and his therapist to navigate the intense feelings of inadequacy until him and Sandy eventually develop a solid enough platform of open communication.

(Partially thanks to BDSM) Oh my god who said that... 🫢

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[oneforthemunny]

how are each of our boys spending valentines day?

ok so here's my thoughts:

rockstar!eddie i'm so fucking divided on if he'd love or hate valentine's day. i could see him hating it at the beginning, like hates the traffic for valentine's day, hates the cliche, but also he can't not do something for it? so he tries to be super creative with it. something not everyone else in fucking california is doing too.

modern!eddie he'd be the opposite. his favorite holiday truly. he loves to spoil you any way he can. usually tries to get a reservation somewhere fancy and upscale, even dresses up. bouquet, chocolates, the works.

cowboy!eddie would go out if you wanted to. take you to some little restaurant that does a valentine's day special with red checkered table cloths and candle light. or you'd stay in. dinner and a movie. he'd definitely get you flowers, a little gift you didn't know about.

older!eddie is probably very similar to this work lol.

bouncer!eddie is also similar to this work.

janitor!eddie definitely sneaks you a little cheesy valentine on your desk, and you sneak one back to him. it started years ago when you first started dating, and you slipped him one that said "you rock, valentine!" and it just blossomed from there. i think he'd take you out somewhere he could barely afford the first few times, then you'd want something a little more casual and intimate, so you'd stay in or go to a movie or a drive in.

mafia!eddie goes so over the fucking top. you're spoiled everyday, but today it's entirely different. multiple bouquets all through the house- one from him, four smaller ones from the dogs. jewelry, clothes, shoes, purses, paintings, furniture- like whatever you wanted. dinner at his usual upscale italian restaurant downtown, he gets you two the private booth in the back, keeps you pressed to his side all night. wines and dines you.

dom!eddie i think would probably want something easy and fun. he's very anti-valentine's day but isn't an asshole. he's not going to go super crazy lovey dovey, but he's going to do something. i could see him bringing you to the hideout for their beer and choclate special (which is foul lol) but it's drunk karaoke and they put up a disco ball for decor and it's fun, just the two of you.

i feel like with hockey!eddie, because it's the middle of his season, if he can do valentine's day, he tries to go over the top but sometimes he's away and can't. but i see him trying to be so creative with it, genuinely thinks of you. you do a pottery class one time, paint mugs for the other. or a couples cooking class, which you both decide you need lol. something different every time, more of an activity.

boxer!eddie is anti-valentine's day. anti leaving his house for it. truthfully, i see him ordering a heart shaped pizza and some wine, spending the night in with you. he'll even sit through a cheesy rom com for you if it means he doesn't have to go out and endure the love sick losers that grate his nerves. a very lowkey guy.

[toporecall]

clare.b_x9 - Chapter 4

Feysand OnlyFans AU last chapter! Perfect timing cus I'm heading out on vacation this afternoon and it feels so nice to wrap this up right as I'm leaving :)

I had a lot of fun with this one so hope y'all like it! Def thinking I'm gonna do another OnlyFans one soon with a little more of a scandalous vibe throughout lol

Anyway, final chapter! Here's a little preview and then more under the cut or on AO3.

After a few moments of quiet she asks, “Did you watch my videos?” For a moment, he considers lying but that seems like a bad foot to start on. “I found your profile earlier this week. I watched part of one then I felt too guilty so I turned it off.” Feyre sits up and opens her eyes again, meeting his gaze. “Did you like it?” She smiles coyly, voice lilting into that flirty range he loves.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

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Feyre’s hands are still shaking when she and Rhys open the door to his apartment a short time later.

“I’ll get some ice for your face,” she says once the door is shut behind them.

She makes a beeline for the kitchen and Rhys follows. He flips on the light over the stove and leaves the rest off, bathing the room in a dim buttery yellow glow. He hasn’t hit anyone since college, or been hit for that matter, and he welcomes the sting of the cold when Feyre comes to him with a bag of ice wrapped in a thin towel and presses it to his jaw.

“Are you ok?”

Rhys nods. “One hundred percent. Here, I got this.” He takes the icepack from her and holds it to his own face so her hand doesn’t have to be cold. “Are you ok?”

Feyre sighs and pushes herself up to sit on the kitchen counter across from him. That warm yellow lighting does wonders to her, making her appear like an angel with a halo around her head. Or maybe he was hit harder than he realized.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Rhys. I mean, for hitting him but also for…understanding. Always. Everything.” She’s staring at her hands, speaking just above a whisper by the end, like she might break a spell if she speaks too loudly.

“Always, darling.”

She looks up at him again, eyes boring into his just 3 feet away across the small but luxe kitchen.

“About what you said…in the bathroom…”

Fuck, here we go, Rhys thinks. He wonders what will hurt worse: the punch from Eris or being rejected by Feyre.

“I don’t know if this is the right time to say this given, ya know,” Feyre starts, gesturing vaguely around them, “but…I want you too.”

Rhys swears his heart stutters in his chest for a moment. He thinks about something he read on the internet once about pain cementing memories more concretely. He finds himself hoping that’s true, hoping that the pain radiating in his jaw and hand will make this moment last in his memory, crystal clear for the rest of his life. The low light in the kitchen glinting off the white tile floor, surrounding Feyre’s hair in a glow. Feyre propped on the counter, her patent leather heels clicking quietly against the cabinets as she nervously moves her feet. Her brown eyes wide and vulnerable and looking right at him. Her lips that he can finally let himself fully consider without the usual guilt wracking him.

On the rare occasion he’d let himself imagine being with Feyre, it always started in a flurry. They’d crash into each other, up against a wall, kissing so frantically there’d be no chance to second guess their actions or worry about what it might do to their friendship.

But now, in reality, he’s crossing the kitchen at a measured pace, unwilling to take his eyes off of hers. Three steps later and his knees knock against her shins. Feyre is breathing fast, her lips parting as she reaches out a hand and trails her fingers lightly across the blossoming bruise on his jaw. Rhys’s eyes drop to her lips, his hands slide under her jacket and grip her waist, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. And then he’s leaning in, her eyes are fluttering shut, and his lips are on hers.

It’s all that simple.

And it’s even simpler to sink into that kiss. Her lips are softer than he could have imagined. He kisses her again and again, capturing her lower lip between his and nipping at it just enough for her to feel it. He thinks Feyre likes that because then her lips are parting and her tongue is sliding into his mouth. She threads a hand in his hair and bunches the other in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands are still on her waist, fingers tightening when their tongues meet.

She whimpers into his mouth and that catapults his mind to the video of her he’d seen earlier that week. Suddenly he can’t get enough of her—he’s ravenous.

Rhys slides his hands up and pushes her jacket off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor. She parts her legs, letting him nestle between them. His hands are on her ass then, pulling her even closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him. He kisses up the line of her jaw, down her neck where he lets himself get lost in the taste of her skin. She’s panting in his ear, sliding her hands up under his shirt to feel the bare skin of his back. He’s got her pressed so tightly against him, she must be able to feel how hard he is.

He drags his teeth along the juncture of her neck and collarbone and she whimpers again.

“Rhys?” she breathes, panting as he kisses and nips at her collarbone.

“Mhm?” he hums against her skin.

“I just—unhh—” He squeezes her ass. “I just want you to know I’ve never done that before. Slept with someone for money, I mean.”

Rhys pulls back, breathing hard, and uses a hand to tilt Feyre’s chin up so he can look her in the eye. He plants a chaste kiss on her lips.

He pulls back a little more, taking a step away from her. One hand finds her upper thigh and slides down her leg, lifting her calf, sliding down to her foot.

He starts working to unbuckle one of her Mary Jane heels.

“It wouldn’t change anything, sweetheart.” He drops the first shoe to the floor.

“It wouldn’t?” Her voice is unsteady, whether from their kissing or her nerves he’s unsure. Maybe both.

He starts unbuckling the second shoe.

“I want you. Whatever that entails.” The second shoe clatters to the floor. He keeps her foot in his hand, kneading the arch.

She hums to herself, closing her eyes and dropping her head back against the cabinet behind her.

After a few moments of quiet she asks, “Did you watch my videos?”

For a moment, he considers lying but that seems like a bad foot to start on.

“I found your profile earlier this week. I watched part of one then I felt too guilty so I turned it off.”

Feyre sits up and opens her eyes again, meeting his gaze.

“Did you like it?” She smiles coyly, voice lilting into that flirty range he loves.

He can’t help but smirk back at her. “Of course. I nearly had to tear myself from the screen.”

“What was I doing?” A blush starts to spread across her cheeks and chest and Rhys finds himself mesmerized by it. She blinks her big eyes at him.

He swallows hard. “You were in your underwear, looking right at the camera,” he starts.

Feyre gently pulls her foot from his hand. She reaches under her dress to the top of her stockings and starts to pull them off, lifting her hips enough to pull them over her ass and then down her legs, dropping them on the floor by her shoes and jacket. Then she takes the hem of her dress and pulls that over her head, throwing it off to the side too.

She looks him straight in the eye again, smiling just a little. “What else?”

Jesus christ.

Feyre’s wearing a pink bralette, simple but devastating in the way it plays off the pale color of her skin. She’s got on matching pink panties and he has to force his gaze to keep from dropping to admire the way they look between her spread thighs.

Rhys steps toward her again and takes her right hand, placing it on her breast and squeezing.

“You were touching yourself here.”

Then he takes her left hand and places it on her stomach. He covers it with his own, sliding them both down below her navel, under the fabric of her panties. Feyre’s breathing is shallow, coming in little pants already. Her hand is below his so he can’t actually feel anything but he can tell when her fingers graze her clit by the way her breath catches and her body seems to stiffen. “And here, like this.”

He takes a step back and watches as she starts to touch herself just like she had in the video, fingers sliding under her bra to tease her own nipple while her other hand starts moving over her clit, hidden by the fabric. She lets her head drop back against the cabinets again and presses her lips closed but a choked sound still escapes her throat.

“Did you come?” She sounds breathy, undone.

“Later. Thinking about you,” he replies, voice gravelly. She bites her lip. “Fuck, come here, Feyre.”

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Rhys steps back between her legs and she immediately throws her arms around his neck, their lips finding each other’s again. His tongue slides into her mouth, meeting hers and she swears it’s the greatest thing she’s ever tasted. She can feel his hard cock pressing against her core through the fabric of his pants and her panties.

Feyre’s mind is racing. She thought she’d be mortified to know Rhys had seen her video but she finds that she loves it. She loves the idea of him watching her, hand wrapped around himself. Almost as much as she loves his tongue in her mouth right now, his hands sliding down her back and gripping her ass to pull her even closer to him.

She wraps her legs around him and he lifts her off the counter, carrying her through the apartment to his bedroom. They crash onto the bed together, still intertwined, and now he’s really pressed against her in a way that makes her whimper into his mouth.

“God, I love that sound,” he groans, kissing down her neck to her chest where he peppers little sucking bites across her skin.

She pulls at his shirt and he gets the message, pausing to pull it off over his head. Then his mouth is back on her, nipping one more time at her chest before kissing to one side and enveloping a fabric-covered nipple. He laves at it through the fabric and the heat, the sensation of his tongue, the hand that is now pressing her hip into the bed all work to make her head spin. She feels barely in control of her movements, hips straining against his hand to arch off the bed, her fingers threading tightly in his hair. She cries out and he groans again onto her skin.

He’s back up at her mouth then, his hand cupping the back of her neck as he kisses her deeply. She’s not sure she’s ever felt quite this desperate to be close to someone before. Like even if every part of them were touching it still wouldn’t be enough.

Feyre reaches down to undo his belt buckle and he helps her push his pants off before he slides a hand from her knee to her thigh, squeezing tightly and eliciting a broken little cry from her lips before moving his fingers again to trace over her panties right between her legs. She knows her underwear is soaked through already but she can’t find it in herself to be embarrassed.

Rhys teases her, pushing a finger inside her slightly. He’s pushing through her underwear and it can only reach just inside her but it’s enough to make her let out a high whining sound, twisting her head to the side and breathing frantically.

“Rhys, unhh, oh my god, please,” she gasps. Ok, now she’s a little embarrassed. But she can’t seem to stop herself from reacting like this, so desperate for him.

“Yeah?” he coos, rubbing the center of her with his whole palm. It sends shocks through Feyre and she instinctively moves to close her legs but Rhys pushes them back open with his other hand.

He keeps rubbing her with his palm, varying the speed and pressure so she can’t adjust to any particular rhythm. It sends her mind spinning and she’s groaning deep in the back of her throat, choking on the sounds as she stutters for breath. She doesn’t even notice when he uses his other hand to pull her bralette up her chest.

At least, she doesn’t notice until his mouth is latched on one of her nipples, tongue lapping at her. A high pitched whine escapes her mouth.

“Fuck,” he curses, moving across her chest to her other nipple, “I think I like you like this.”

She wants to reply but then he’s ravishing her other nipple while at the same time pulling her panties to the side and dragging his fingers up and down her center.

“So soft,” he admires quietly.

His mouth is back on hers then, tongue moving possessively over her own. And that’s for the best because his mouth is the only thing to muffle the loud cry that escapes when he sinks a finger in her.

Feyre does her best to kiss him back as he starts to finger her. He moves at a steady pace, like he’s not in a rush at all. For a moment Feyre almost asks for something faster but then the languid build of pleasure starts and she lets herself surrender to the pace he’s setting.

He adds another finger and curls them as he pumps slow and steady. At this pace she can feel every muscle in her body tightening one by one, the pressure inside of her building steadily into something molten hot.

A wave of pleasure is starting in her. She doesn’t mean to but she stops breathing for long enough that she feels her head spin.

“Breathe, baby,” he reminds her, breaking their kiss. Feyre obeys, forcing in a stuttering breath. “Good,” he croons. “Does that feel so good?”

“Yeeesss,” she moans.

It’s a heady thing to hear Rhys—her best friend—speak to her in that voice. That voice that commands attention, drips masculinity and sensuality. She thinks she might do anything that voice asked her to.

“Can you tell me when you’re gonna come, darling?” It’s almost patronizing, the tone he’s using, but she loves it.

She nods and opens her eyes to see him looking down at her, his eyes jumping between her own, her parted lips, the sight of his fingers sinking into her.

He increases the pace and she knows she’s close. She’s fully given up on being quiet at all, turning her head to moan into the skin of his arm so at least it’s muffled.

“Oh…fuck…I’m gonna come,” she whines. Her core tightens suddenly, muscles contracting and she seals her own mouth shut against the scream that wants to escape, whining instead from the back of her throat.

The pleasure crashes, her mind going completely blank as her muscles tighten and loosen and she feels a rush of wetness leave her. In the back of her mind she hears him curse under his breath and then he’s kissing her again.

But he doesn’t slow down. He maintains the same pace as she rides out her orgasm, moaning into his mouth. The pleasure crests and he still hasn’t stopped. If anything, he’s sped up, finger fucking her deliberately, pressing against a spot deep inside of her over and over and over.

And then she comes again, harder this time, nearly gritting her teeth at the sensation. Her only two choices are to stop breathing or to let everything out so she turns her head to the side and gasps for air, crying out into his room.

He finally relents, pulling his fingers from her. He pulls her panties off, finally, and his own underwear too and pulls her on top of him. Feyre kisses him with abandon, tongues exploring openly and it’s loose and easy and unbelievably hot. His hands are all over—sliding over her waist, her hips, her ass, threading in her hair.

She can’t help but rock her hips against his. It’s addicting, the slide of her wet cunt over his hardness. She can’t stop whining into his mouth but at this point she’s too far gone to care at all if she sounds ridiculous and needy. All she can think about is him.

She’s moving her hips a little more intentionally now, sliding over him.

“Feyre…” he breaks the kiss and groans into her ear.

She giggles, loving the way he’s coming undone for her. She sits up a little, a hand braced on his chest and the other snaking between their bodies. She takes his cock in her hand and uses it to rub her clit. Fuck, why does that feel so good?

“So this is just about the money, huh?” He’s smirking up at her, a laugh in his voice.

She moves his cock near her entrance then back up and over her clit again. “Well, I did hear you’re paying double so…” That’s not what this is about and they both know it. This is about years of desire, years of proximity, years of love.

He snorts a little laugh and flips them over, pinning her beneath him on the mattress.

“Worth every penny.”

She gasps at the change in position. He’s poised right at her entrance and all she’d have to do is…

She arches her hips up just slightly and the tip of him is inside her. Even just that bit and she knows she’s a goner. She’s so completely lost on this man, this amazing, sweet, sexy, incredible man.

He kisses her and rocks his hips a little, pushing into her a little farther. She’s already breathing hard, relishing in the tightness it makes her feel. He rocks a little further and pulls back again.

She turns her head to the side slightly to break their kiss. “Rhys, please,” she nearly whispers.

He pulls back, meeting her gaze. Her own neediness is reflected back at her in his own eyes. He slides one hand up to trail his thumb lazily back and forth over one of her nipples.

Her lips are parted, trying to breathe enough to steady her nerves and he doesn’t break their eye contact as he finally pushes fully inside her. It feels unnervingly intimate, keeping that eye contact while it feels like he’s sinking into her very bones.

She finally has to squeeze her eyes shut as he bottoms out inside her and the fullness is almost too much. She sucks in a breath.

“Good?” His voice sounds strained.

She nods, forcing her eyes back open and he starts to move.

Almost immediately, Feyre is floating. She’s never felt anything quite like Rhys. His size, his pace, his presence. His mouth is on her collarbone and he’s pumping in and out of her steady but hard and so much deeper than she’s used to.

“Fuck, oh my god,” she cries out.

“God, Feyre, fuck, you feel so good. You know I’ll always take care of you, right? I’m yours.”

She wants to nod but he has a hand cupping the back of her neck, gripping tightly. She’s holding his arms like they might keep her grounded, keep her from floating away.

But it’s useless. It takes no time at all before the heat starts to coil tightly in her for a third time. Her moans turn to whimpers as she gets closer and closer, higher and higher. The intensity of the pressure is almost overwhelming and she holds on to Rhys even tighter.

He puts a hand on her hip and pushes one of her legs up against her chest, shifting their angle and then she’s seeing white behind her eyelids, the taut pressure inside of her snapping. He fucks her even harder when she loses her grip on the moment, sliding into a blissful oblivion. All she can focus on is his mouth on her neck, his warm skin under her hands and against her body, him hitting a spot inside of her that’s sending her body into shockwaves.

“Yes, Feyre, yes,” he’s saying, moving more roughly, hitting almost painfully deep inside of her but she’s too gone to even care.

One orgasm rolls right into the next and she screams then, distantly aware that she’s digging her nails into his shoulder.

Rhys’s hips stutter and she’s feels something hot inside of her. Even as his motions slow as he comes, her hips are still twitching as she comes down from her orgasm.

Rhys collapses half on top of her and they’re both breathing heavy. After a few moments, he pulls out of her and they roll onto their sides to face each other, still catching their breath a bit.

“That was…” Feyre doesn’t even have the word for it. She just hums a little and smiles at him. At Rhys. He looks beautiful like this, cheeks pink with pleasure, eyes shining, hair a mess.

“Come here,” he says, pulling her hips into him and kissing her deeply. He licks into her mouth, nips at her lips before pulling back and kissing the tip of her nose. “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”

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Feyre wakes to late morning light and the feeling of lips on her neck. It takes her a second to remember it all but then she takes in the soft white comforter, the dark wood bookshelves, the warmth of the man pressed against her from behind. She hums, content, as Rhys kisses from her collarbone up to her jaw.

“Mmm, good morning,” she says, arching her body into his just a little.

His hand slides up the length of her body, stopping to tease her nipple for a moment before continuing higher to wrap loosely around her throat.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is husky with sleep, the gravel of it going straight to her bones. That hand sits loosely on her throat making her feel something warm and viscous deep inside of herself.

She moans in the back of her throat and rocks her ass against his already hard cock, grateful they fell asleep naked.

It doesn’t take much. She teases him like that for just a few moments before he pushes her to lay on her stomach, head turned toward him. He pushes her legs apart and presses a finger into her from behind, moving at a languid pace. His mouth covers hers and a minute later he’s pulling her hips up just enough to press himself inside of her from behind.

It’s slow, a little lazy, but a bone deep pleasure that leaves her gasping.

And the whole time he’s murmuring to her things like “you have no idea how many mornings I’ve wanted to do this, how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about you like this.”

She comes with a stuttering breath and he follows quickly after.

He rolls off of her and she rolls to fully face him, pulling the blanket back over both of them.

“Good morning,” she says again with a giggle.

He tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear and looks at her like…like he truly thinks she’s the sun. “Good morning, Feyre darling.”

They lay like that for a few long moments and Feyre has to force her heart to calm it’s racing. That look he’s giving her…she knows what that is. That’s a look that wants mornings like this everyday, wants a lifetime of moments like this.

She thinks she might be looking at him like that too.

Rhys’s phone starts to buzz on the nightstand.

“Ughh, hold on.” He twists around to grab his phone and his eyebrows furrow. “Weird.”

“What? Who is it?”

“It’s Mor.”

Fuck. Feyre sits up abruptly and turns to look at the clock on the other nightstand. 10:03. Fuck.

The email. She forgot to cancel the emergency auto send email to Mor.

Rhys answers the call. “Mor? Everything ok?”

Feyre can’t hear what Mor’s saying but she certainly can hear the high pitched, freaked out voice on the other end of the call.

“Oh…the email said what? Yeah, no, I…no it’s fine, she’s here.” He raises his eyes at Feyre. “Yes, here, like with me right now.” Feyre puts her face in her hands, shaking her head. Rhys is laughing a little into the phone and saying, somewhat nervously, “yep, she spent the night here.” Feyre hears a literal squeal over the line and can’t help but smile. “Do you want to talk to her?” Silence for a moment in the bedroom. “Ok, yeah I will. Love you too, Mor. Bye.”

He puts his phone back down and looks back over at Feyre, smirking.

“It was my emergency back up plan in case I got, like, kidnapped or something,” she says, a little embarrassed.

He huffs a laugh. “Honestly, a smart idea.”

“What’d Mor say?”

“That I should make you a good breakfast so you’re ready for a long lecture about how much you scared the shit out of her.”

Feyre laughs. “Yeah, okay, I deserve that.”

“All right, well, guess we need to feed you. Pancakes?”

She smiles at him, at the little spark of light in his eyes she’s rarely seen before. “Yes, please.”

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@court-of-secrets @tunaababee and @astra-aeterna 😘

the end thank you!!!

[scarefox]

Ok, here's the start of my Huaien x Xiaobao playlist, I will still edit this for a while

Not that easy to unite Xiaobao puppy brain vs cursed feral vibes from Huaien. Also attempted to include more songs in chinese too but that's even harder (mainly because language barrier... the songs that are in I just hope the lyrics fit somehow lol)

It's both POV.

Me putting songs in this playlist:

[kekstala]

Outside of the very very iconic sweet and sour dipplins, do you have any other fics your a big fan of?

I have a lot of fanfics that I enjoyed a lot and still do.

I'll only cover Dipplinshipping tho, so if you want to know more, feel free to ask again. <3

Blossoming Into Tomorrow by @furretd0ll

It’s an adorable time skip story about Kieran & Juliana getting married and facing the challenge of parenthood.

The story gives those fluffy family vibe feels, a troop I enjoy a lot!

I have already created fan art, because I absolutely love this story. <3

Playing Pretend by @esp3onsol

For a certain reason, Kieran & Juliana make a deal to pretend that they're dating each other for a while.

They‘re practically obvious idiots in love, which results into a lot of awkward moments.

It‘s hilarious and cute at the same time, I love it <3

Part 1 & 2 of the ogre‘s savaltion and the tides that set them free by lillisandme

Like the title tells, it’s a two part story - first party plays immediately after the Terapagos fight. Kieran & Juliana have a heart to heart talk which results in Kieran reflecting his feelings.

The second part takes place several years later, Kieran visits Juliana in Paldea to spend some time with her.

It‘s quite long but also very well written - I really like how the characters are fleshed out in there.

Woodworking AU by MissTreason

It‘s a story splitted into 4 one shorts - Instead of pursiuing a battle carrier, Kieran decides to step into the footsteps of his grandfather and starts to learn to crave masks.

The plot starts at Blueberry and ends up several years into the future. It‘s mainly from Kieran point of view and how his feelings change over time.

It‘s fantastic written and you just want to know what happens next.

Although I have to give a warning about the fourth part - it‘s….very spicy….

So if you‘re an minor or doesn‘t stomach this kind of things, better ignore this entry completely 

If you in fact doesn‘t mind at all, enjoy that kind of stuff even, then congratulation, you‘re a pervert…just like me 8D

Teal Mayhem by MurayamaTsuru

It‘s more or less an AU or a „What If“ where Carmine and Kieran switch places in the first part of the DLC.

So instead of Carmine and Juliana meeting Ogerpon for the first time, its Kieran & Juliana instead. 

It‘s an interesting concept and I love how it‘s being fleshed out so far. (I‘m quite excited how the story will go from there :> )

Dipplinshipping Week 2024 - Day 2 AU by Kaylen_Go_Vee

This one‘s so random but also so cute lol

It‘s an oneshot about Juliana, a florist and Kieran, a tattoo artist who one day storms into her little shop to demand a bouquet of flowers. 

It sounds pretty boring and ordinary, but believe me its not LOL 

I sometimes catch myself rereading this story several times because it‘s just so cute and hilarious, I just can‘t oke xD I even debated whenever I should make fan art or not…probably will in the foreseeable future lol

Azure Dive by UndeadWitch

Like S&SD it takes place between the second part of the DLC.

Kieran got possessed by Dokupon (it‘s more or less Peachy, but very different) and Juliana tries to help him, while facing…well…school life lol

It‘s that kind of slow burn where you scream into your cushion out of frustration pff 

Although I have to say, I like this approach a lot. The story has time build itself and the characters go through some well deserved development as well.

Just bring some patience and you will love this piece of fantastic art quite a lot <3

That‘s about it (for the moment lol)

I recommend all of this stories if you enjoy Dipplinshipping like I do <3

Thank you so much for your ask! :D

[kobrafangs]

2024 WRITING IN REVIEW

thank you for the tag @ssseashell <3 mmmmwah! this made me realize i wrote so much this year oh my god .. OKAY lets go

JANUARY

love thats running through my veins (for you) – (everlark, 1.2k), post mockingjay.

don't leave me (to bleed) – (everlark, 2.1k), post mockingjay, domestic fluff.

FEBUARY

after the cherry blossoms wilt – (gyeongseong creature, jang tae sang/yoon chae ok, 1.1k), post s1, happy ending.

against the grain – (ninjago, 1.3k), band au, lloyd centered.

APRIL

does it haunt you too? – (ninjago, nya centered fic, 1.9k), rgb sibs (but its really just nya and lloyd), angst, post s2p1 dragons rising.

MAY

i'm a young man (built to fall) – (hiccstrid, 2.4k), hurt/comfort.

of roses and wanting something more – (hiccstrid, 2.6k), fluff.

when you say my name, nothing's changed – (hiccstrid, 2k), fluff, drunk astrid.

JUNE

i love you (it's ruining my life) – (newtmas, 1.5k), TDC, hurt/comfort.

you make me feel like a fool – (newtmas, 2.2k), hurt/comfort, domestically cleaning each other with a rag LMAO

JULY

fight or flight – (newtmas, 2.1k), TDC, hurt/comfort, newt has the flare.

tenderly, tragically – UNFINISHED (4/7), (newtmas, 11k), vacation au, so so so much pining lol.

AUGUST

hunger hurts (but starving works) – (newtmas, 4.2k), zombie apocalypse au.

OCTOBER

so loved and so lonesome – (ninjago, seawalker, 1k), fluff. small drabble

DECEMBER

when i go (bury me six feet in snow) – (newtmas, 2.5k), modern au, skating trip

i like how you can see when certain fixations start and when they end,,, lol,,, i'm really glad i picked up writing again, especially because my last published fic prior to 2024 was all the way back in 2022! i think my favourite thing i've written this year was either fight or flight, or one of my httyd fics. i have a lot of unfinished drafts sitting in my drive (vampire/werewolf newtmas au.... hiccstrid drawing date..... literally 4 queens gambit fics i'm not even kidding) so hopefully this year i'll actually finish stuff haha.

i havent had much motivation to write lately due to school (rrrghhh shakes my fist in the air and growls)... and im NOT sure i'll continue tenderly, tragically (please dont hurt me wauugh) BUT. here's to another year of writing 🥂 hooray!

anyone who'd like to participate feel free to :^)