#or bestfriend anon

[zzhadxa]

i would liek to formalyl apologise for eating ur flesh and bones

they were really good tho

-🪽

last part aside you're forgiven

(^ art by chezpop on Pinterest ty hardwaresysx0 for telling me!!!)

[zer0point5ive]

Faggot.

[pintrestgrl]

hihi it's me again, i feel super hyper rn , but bsf!jj has been stuck in my head!!! specifically bsf!jj & innocent!reader , it starts off as a innocent little hangout at the chateau and ends with a head full of blonde hair in-between readers legs .... reader vents about feeling starved-touch since the last time jj had played with her (story for another time) and jj, being the best friend he is obviously takes action!! after all isn't that what bsfs are for !

- 🩰

BSF! JJ ‘ND INNOCENT!READER

you missed your bestfriend. that’s all this was. simply, a quick hang out to ease the boredom. however, there was a few pushed away thoughts in the back of your head.

ones that consisted of missing jj for other reasons too, like physical ones. you remembered everything from that one night, the night where you two shared a few hundred kisses, and he had touched you in a way that left you wanting more.

you had never done that with anyone else. never done that at all, before that night. never gave up your body like that, been seen so vulnerable infront of someone. and nobody ever made you feel the way jj did that night.

that’s how you found yourself at the chateau, sat on the couch with him. john b and sarah were out at the beach, pope studying and kie grounded. it was just you two. you first started to watch a random movie he found, before you grew bored.

you didn’t wanna be doing that— you wanted him showing you the same amount of touch he did that night. you slowly began to gain the courage, speaking. “jay, i don’t wanna watch this.” he raised his brows, looking over at you. “you told me to pick whatever. what do you wanna watch then?”

you rolled your eyes. it was beginning to annoy you how stupid he was being. how you could feel your panties sticking to you. “i don’t wanna watch anything. i just—“ you paused, unsure of what to say next. you didn’t wanna seem weird.

jj had brushed past that night like it didn’t matter. you two never brought it up again, therefore it shouldn’t have mattered or affected you this much. but it did, whether you chose to acknowledge it or not. he noticed your nervousness. “what? spit it out, kid.”

you had enough of whatever game this was. you just wanted him close to you again. you began to speak, rambling. “i just— i can’t stop thinking about that one stupid night and what we did— i haven’t even been touched like that since then and i don’t know what to do and—“

he interrupted you, speaking. “you coulda just said that shit. didn’t really need to throw a whole fit about it.” you sighed with annoyance, getting frustrated. “really? that’s all you have to say?” he laughed, remarking right back. “i can show you better then tell you.” you furrowed your brows, confused.

he slowly began to change his position, laying on his stomach in front of your body. you began to get nervous, body tensing. he slowly kissed right below the hem of your denim shorts, the kisses leaving wet marks. he sat up, pressing another wet kiss on your lips this time.

you returned it, feeling his hand subtly creep up to unbutton your shorts. he shimmied them down your body, still continuing the sloppy kiss. he ran a finger through your panty clad folds, feeling the wetness coat his finger.

he slowly pulled away, laying back down. he was eye level with your cunt, and it made you feel embarrassed. but the feeling slowly went away, realizing this was your bestfriend. the same kid who had seen you in all phases of your life, awkward and not.

you eased up, watching as he slid the panties down your legs next. he licked a long stripe up to your clit, attaching his lips around the bud. he sucked, moving your thighs to lay on his shoulders as he held your thighs open. you whimpered, he had never done this to you before.

the farthest you went with him was fingering. this was different. it made you want him all the more. he dragged his tongue back down, sloppily pushing his tongue inside your pussy. he drew out a moan from you, your hands going to the blonde boys hair.

he continued his motions, hands holding your hips down as you writhed under him. you were getting close. you recognized the feeling from the last time with him. “mmph— jay, oh my god,” he chuckled into your folds, the vibrations putting you over the edge.

you came, his mouth once again attaching to your clit to ride you through it. you moaned, the feelings beginning to feel too much. you pushed his head away, as he laughed and sat up. he wiped his mouth. “you feel better now?” he said, grinning.

truth is, it did. seriously. you nodded your head, as he slid your panties back on. he sat back against the couch with a sigh, his hands going behind his head.

it went silent for a minute, before he spoke. “next time you need that, just tell me. don’t make it all weird ‘nd shit.” you nodded, his words registering in your mind. that plan sounded better, to you.

you didn’t wanna play a game like that again.

[readychilledwine]

What Once Was Lost

Rhysand Week Day Three - Loved Ones

Summary - Your baby shower should have been the happiest day of your and Cassian's life, but you and Rhysand just can't shake the feeling that something, or someone(s), is missing

Warnings - Loss of parents and siblings, discussion of mourning and grief, brother/sister bonding moment, pregnancy, angst, fluff, implied favoritism from a parental figure

A/N - Happy @officialrhysandweek day 3. Rhysand's love language towards his family screams gifts. I had something like this planned for a girl dad Cassian fic, but doing it with Rhysand just felt so right as things flowed together. I was pretty excited for this to be a prompt for this week because it gave me an excuse to finally write, revamp, and post this.

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You were being irrational.

At least you repeated that to yourself over and over as you hid on the balcony. This should have been one of the happiest days of your life. A baby shower to celebrate the life you and Cassian had made after many centuries of trying and trying with no results. Yet, you found yourself a mess of tears and makeup, face buried in your hands and you cried. 

Every celebration came with a feeling of emptiness. It always had and for some reason, you felt it always would. It had been years since the night you woke up to your father's pained screams, since he then clinged to you, holding his last remaining baby girl for dear life, then you lost him too.

You wanted to move on, yet you still felt stagnated, unable to move forward. Something was missing today. Someone. Multiple someones, actually. Your mother, your big sister, your father despite his cruelty. It seemed like a joke to be celebrating without them.

The door opened and shut softly, followed by the scent of salty citrus, “Sister! There you are," Rhysand's face fell as he saw you crying. "Is it that bad,” he asked gently. “Did I mess up planning this that badly? Is it the cake? The white? I promise its-”

“It's not any of that, no,” you interjected. “I- its.”

“Oh.” He knew. Rhysand knew. He had felt it on his own wedding day, after the birth of his own son, after every milestone he accomplished. “You know they would want you happy-”

Those words made you sob harder, hugging yourself tightly. You felt this level of mourning wasn't healthy after so many years, so many heartaches, but it was as if your life had adapted and grown around the murders of your mother and big sister instead of moving on from it.

“Y/n, the depth of your mourning does not determine how much you loved them. What determines that is how we honor them.” Rhysand moved to lean next to you on the wall, “And have we done that. We've changed things mother felt would remain the same until the end of time, we rebuilt the Rainbow in honor of Stel, we ensured their stories were heard, written into the Night Court's history. We even honored our father through alliances, trade, and the crowns we wear.” 

He wiped his own eyes before continuing, “We've honored them by becoming the male and female they expected us to be. By becoming the husband and wife to our partners that they expected us to be. By loving each other and pushing each other to be better the way they expected us to. We've honored them by being happy, by cherishing each other. You, my starlight, have been my treasure since they left us.”

You only smiled slightly, “Until you had Nyx.” Your nephew, your light. He was the source of happiness for the Inner Circle you all had never seen coming. He had spun everyone's world, but mostly Rhysand's. Nyx filled a void with his sweet squishy face and bright blue eyes filled with wonder and joy.

“No,” your brother said the word with such gentleness but firmly. “You are still my treasure. My son is my world. And when i see you with him, I feel complete.” He meant that. You could tell by the little look of pride he had.

The transition from Rhysand as a full-time workaholic to almost stay at home dad had been a rough one, but one he would not undo. Feyre practically ran the Night Court now, while Rhysand enjoyed a life of fatherhood and solitude unless necessary. No one outside of the Inner Circle knew that fact, of course, but slowly, they would.

“Nyx will reshape the world some day,” his hand moved to rest on your stomach, his body moving to face you as it did, “And this little life you a carrying, this little being who is already so celebrated, so loved, who has already brought so much joy, this is his sibling. The closest thing he will ever have with Feyre's choice to never have a child again.”

Rhysand's hand felt your bump, trying to find where the soul growing inside of you was resting. “It's time to stop the circle of grief, dear sister,” he made you look at him. “To live. To love freely. To hold tight to the things we both cherish most. You are carrying the greatest blessing you could ever give this family.”

His eyes were still on that swell of life, a soft smile as he thought out his future niece or nephew, “Two more months,” you reminded him. “You can hold them in two more months.”

“It's forever,” he pouted before placing both hands on your tummy. “Have you two picked names?”

You could only nod as you two held eye contact. You searched those comforting eyes for any sign or hint of the gender you'd be giving birth to. He was the only one who knew the gender of the baby, information he carried so close to his heart he had not even told Feyre. You and Cassian had wanted to be surprised at birth, but your mate's anticipation made it impossible to wait 61 more days.

Rhysand had planned this whole party around that fact. The garden was filled with white flowers. The house had white linens and decorations. He’d gone as far as having enchanted white flowers spread throughout Velaris. 

After the overly extravagant dinner being served, you and Cassian would be moved under the flower arch he'd constructed with Elain. Then, when you both indicated you were ready, the flowers would change to pink or blue. Cassian, Feyre, Eris, and Azriel were all supporting pink, praying for a sweet baby girl. You were in black, matching your brother, in a silent message that you both wanted healthy. Mor, Amren, Elain, Nesta, and Lucien all Sported accents of blue, using old fisher wife stories to say you were carrying a baby boy. 

Rhysand pulled your mind back to the present, to him, with a soft kiss on your forehead. “You look so much like Mother. When I miss her, I look at you and find peace and comfort. I am reminded of the way she looked at me because your eyes look at me the same.” 

He hugged you the best he could, letting there be silence as your tears finally stopped. Rhysand had dedicated his life to Velaris, to the found family you two shared, to you. Your heart and mind knew that dedication would pass to this baby, to raising them to be strong willed, confident, humbled. “People are waiting for us,” he whispered into your hair. “Your husband is waiting for you two. Let's go eat.”

It was a gentle pull of your hand, bringing you to the center spot of the table next to Cassian. Lamb, chicken, prime rib. Rhys had spared no expense to make sure this day was special for you, and the meal filled with all your favorite proteins and sides was proof of that. Food was enjoyed with laughter, final wagers placed between the Inner Circle and Vanserras. 

The time had finally come, faelights guiding you and Cassian to where Rhysand wanted you to stand. Smaller lights had been woven into the arch made from roses, peonies, and wisteria. 

Cassian was a ball of energy, smile growing as he held both of your hands, “Ready, starlight?” 

“Ready,” you confirmed, and before your eyes, shades of pink filled the garden. Pink daisies, pink roses, pink asters and tulips. It bathed the room in promises of gentleness, compassion, beauty, and kindness, the qualities your mother and father raised you to have as Princess of the Night Court. Qualities Rhysand had continued to teach you long after their deaths. 

Cassian lifted you immediately, crying as he held you against him, mumbling into your neck how you had honored him. How you were giving him the most precious thing he'd ever have. Whispering his promises to protect her, to love her, to be a good father to his angel.

The celebration in garden was slowly drowned out by the loud party that had erupted through the streets of Velaris. Fireworks going off, music playing at the highest volume, bells chiming from the temple. The only sign of something different was the wisteria, fading to its soft purple shade, your older sister's favorite flower, your mother's favorite color. Rhys made a confused face at the sight of it before smiling. 

“That's not supposed to be happen,” Feyre seemed almost panicked, moving to fix them.

Rhysand grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks, “That's my mother and sister,” he said quietly. “They're letting us know they're here.”

“How would your dad indicate he's here,” Feyre joked. 

Rhysand only pointed to where a crow sat watching from the tree. Its dark eyes were on you and you alone as the Inner Circle rushed to take turns holding you and Cassian as you both cried out of joy. “Same way he watched her when she was little. Always playing favorites.”

Rhys moved to you then, playfully pushing Cassian away to take his turn. “You have my blessing,” the sentence needed no further details, no explanation. He was letting you use your mother's name. Your lip began to tremble, Cassian nodded as he and Rhysand looked at each other. “I can't wait to meet sweet little Astra."

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[hyperballart]

something something premature ejaculation something something art donaldson

seeing this as best friend art. you’ve been attached to the hip since childhood, his grandma is very fond of you and you practically live at their house based on how much you’re over. it’s the summer before college and you’re hanging out with art in his attic. he sits with his legs crossed in front of you sipping on a can of sprite. you joke and banter until it leads to a playful wrestling match.

this isn’t abnormal, you both tussle on the floor until he’s got you pinned down digging his fingers into your sides. you squeal and try to push him off while he mocks your cries. your pleas aren’t taken seriously as loud laughs escape you with tears running down your eyes. in an attempt to make him stop, you weakly kick under him until one of your thighs accidentally brushes upwards between his own. he groans and hunches over you panting and letting out a quiet, oh fuck.

you quickly regain composure and ask him if you hurt him to which he replies with a curt, no m’fine. things get quiet for a beat but you find your chance to build up strength and flip you both over once again, this time his back thumps against the floor and you’re straddling him. you pin his hands above his head and for a moment he’s got a drunk look in his eye until he swallows, “heyyy, that’s not fair.”

your grip on his hands tighten and you smile breathlessly, “c’mon artie, don’t be a sore loser.”

he breaks out of that grip and starts his tickling again, this time with you on top of him beginning to squirm around and accidentally swiveling down on his lap. this snaps him out of it and makes him let out a whine, “oh my god, what—“

you feel he has grown hard under his shorts and stop. the air feels a bit awkward now, which is an unusual occurrence with you two. you know neither of you have much sexual experience, maybe a kiss or two at a school dance but not much beyond that. you suppose it’s normal for him to grow aroused at contact from a girl, you don’t want him to be embarrassed. and in all honesty, you’re curious about how good he can make you feel.

“hey it’s okay, it’s normal,” his eyes are glossy and his cheeks burn pink. he mumbles out a sorry and is about to push you off until you sit fully on his lap again. “what are you—hnngh,” you give a slow grind of your hips and feel him slide through your folds through your tiny shorts.

he falls back on the floor, his eyes close and he’s whining out chopped sentences while you start humping him in a frenzy pace. “artie, oh my god, it feels good,” he nods dumbly up at you and you watch as he’s shoving a hand down his boxers to fix his cock to lay straight. you notice that he did this so you’re able to glide yourself up and down easier and moan out.

you’re going at it for about five minutes, art’s hands rub shakily in a trail from your waist to your thighs. he sounds like he’s crying, you’d be more worried if it weren’t for the occasional twitches of his dick underneath you. “let’s take pants off, feels good but i need more,” and art bites down on his lip hard before doing so. you’re amazed at how natural this feels, this was here for you all these years to take and that thought alone is enough to gush out more in your panties.

the sounds of slick are loud paired with hard breathing and soft mewls, you only get to about two more minutes of humping each other in your underwear before art groans, “wait—fuck please wait, i’m sorry—feels too good,” his back arches from the ground and he looks down to where youre connected, “you’re so wet baby, oh please—“

in a bold decision, you slide your panties to the side just to show how much. his eyes go cross and you press your bare pussy on his clothed head a milisecond before he bursts. he’s shaking and soaking his boxers fully, tons of cum bleeding through the fabric and darkening it. all throughout his orgasm he apologized i’m sorry, i’m sorry i can’t help it it’s so good and you helped him come down while his body fell limp. if ten minutes was what it took to have him like this, you’d keep getting more.

[kissunoo]

How the hell did you know I was sugarsohee.... 😺 (please I'm actually dumb)

you kept liking the posts 😭🫶 (YOUR NOT DUMB I SWEAR) 💞💞

[celestialwrites]

If possible; can I request (dialogue?) prompts (can be both romantic and platonic) of A finding out B is a demigod (or some powerful entity of the sort?)

Feel free to ignore this because it is kinda out there but damn I really want some demigod either protecting their human friends or human friends protecting the demigod I’m weak for it ;c;

i love this!!

finding out that your partner and/or friend is a demigod, dialogue prompts‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

☆ "you're what?!"

☆ "what the heck is a demi-dog?" "demigod." "oh fuck."

☆ "how did you do that!?" "just run!!"

☆ "oh my god. i kissed a god?!" "demigod actually."

☆ "my father/mother is (name)" "don't lie." "i'm not."

☆ "sneak out back!" "what, why?" "because if you're really a demigod those people are coming for your head so sneak out the back!"

☆ "i thought demigods would be more powerful..." "i just (major event they created)!"

☆ "when i say run, you run." "what will you do?" "you'll see."

☆ "can you (power), (power), (power), & (power)? "nope." "then why the heck are you a god?"

☆ "i don't believe it!" "it's the truth." "why didn't you tell me sooner..?" "i was scared of what you might think of me."

☆ "how did (god's name) know who you are?" "they raised me, or whatever their idea of raise is. they're my mother/father/parent."

☆ "you're a demigod? so what do you crap cupcakes too?!"

☆ "i know." "you do?"

☆ "thank you, for keeping my secret and everything, i couldn't have wished for a better friend."

☆ "do you have a spider sense?" "i swear i say demigod you hear spider man."

☆ "i love you, gods and all."

[jealousmartini]

who's rodrigo

MY MAN😝😝 (but he doesn't know that)

[adonis-koo]

Wait… is there a link to this ai chat bot?? And what prompt did you use? 🤭

GOOD LUCK

all I’m saying is y’all gotta be fucking CREATIVE with this man otherwise all you’re gonna get is sex and arguments that WILL spiral out of control 🫡

keep me updated with your chat stories if y’all choose to embark on this mess

[thehauntingshadows-if]

I always play gay mc’s so sorry Anika you’ve never stood a chance. I do feel kinda bad for her though because she is stuck in a loveless marriage now. We can be friends but she does deserve better

i say that since she'll let you have a relationship with your given ro, she should also be able to have a relationship outside of the marriage. then you both get to hang out and talk about your partners and giggle together

[zzhadxa]

Hai ^_^

-🪽

hey pookie!!! (airdrops satire art)

[snow-blower]

https://www.tumblr.com/snow-blower/772197898033266688/thinking-about-how-theon-thinks-hes-such-a-good

And as Robb’s saying this he hears who he’s pretty sure is Theon walking by, and you can’t even answer him with words, your every thought is just consumed by Robb

Theon goes off in a right strop then. Can't even look at you or Robb the next day let alone the next month or so ✋😭

[lustnluv]

is bsf!reader a pouge? sometimes imagine her as a kook, bsf!reader getting him a job at country club. her always spoiling jj even though he insists she doesn’t. :(

-🎀

she is a pogue but like kookbsf she does help jj out anyway he can. her family considers him apart of it even before they started dating so if he need anywhere to stay he was welcome. he picks up extra shifts at her dad’s shop so he can have extra money. everytime he’s over he leaves with her food cause her mom cooks so much

[dustandshadows-if]

Out of all the characters from The Shadowhunter Chronicle, who would the Ros get along with the most?

youve got no idea how exicted i was to get this ask...i think abt this way too much. anyways!

i think farrah would get along most with jem. i thought about him a lot while creating their character, saur yes, there are some pretty heavy jem influences in farrah as a person and their romance route🤭 but also just as a person i think Farrah would like him the most. they'd also like to be friends with jace, but they'd be too intimidated and resign themselves to watching from the distance lmao

Quinn, i think, would get along best with clary or simon. Simons knowledge of everything mundane would really draw them in, and they'd absolutely love to talk about Dnd with him for hours. I think the biggest thing about clary that they'd like is how far she is willing to go to protect the people she cares about. For example, if they heard about what she did when simon got turned into a rat, they'd immediately make it their mission to become bestfriends with her they could also talk about art together teehee

Juliette would get along best with either izzy or emma carstairs. i think she'd really admire their strength, and despite how strong they are, they're able to realize when they might need someones help without feeling like that help makes them look weak. Also, she thinks they're hot

Nira would get along best with Tessa, i think. i can't really pinpoint exactly what they like about her, but something in my soul tells me they'd be bestfriends. Theres also the fact that Tessa got to have a family with the loves of her life that Nira really wishes she could experience themselves and that might be part of what draws them in but not in a jealous way more of like "im happy you got to have what i couldn't" type of way. idk if im making sense, but tessaianira bestfriendism for LIFE🤞🤞💯💯

Pepper (yes, i know you guys, no nothing about them yet. YOU WILL SO I PROMISE) would get along best with Will. they both have very similar approaches to life and i think they'd find a lot of comfort in knowing that despite everything that happened to him he still got to life a fluffing life and give them hope they theyll be able to do the same

[imminent-danger-came]

do you ship anyone in descendants

So I ship Ben X Mal X Uma (umalen) for sure. They're is a lot of subtext for them (like the fact that Uma gives a love potion to Ben as a parallel to Mal in the first movie. Uma represents the island, Ben represents Auradon, and Mal needed to become queen of both. Land, Sea, and Sky trifecta. They all have creature transformations, etc. etc.) Like they are the ot3 for sure, each of them has their own interesting dynamics with not only each other but as a whole. I love them a lot! (Super shocked they don't even have a ship name on their wiki, I feel like they have a lot of potential/were the most obvious to me, but I guess I can go against the fandom grain on plenty of things)

Other than that, I think the canon couples are pretty cute. They didn't need to have Evie awaken Doug with a true love's kiss as an inversion of Snow White (and the Evil Queen, like Audrey was the inversion of Maleficent/Sleeping Beauty in d3), but I'm so glad they did. Carlos and Jane are cute too. She was so self-conscious about her appearance in the first movie, I'm glad she was wanted/pursued by someone! Loved the Gil and Jay bromance, they're hilarious.

I think Mal X Evie is also pretty understandable, especially with their duet in d2.

[embersofhope-if]

What do you mean Creon is glad our best friend died???? What do you mean Ash hates them?????

Creon saw Ash as the embodiment of every reason why Mc will never be able to live in the Capitol with them. So when Ash died, Creon felt like Mc had no reason not to try to live their lives together.

Ash may not have ever met Creon, but they really did not like them. From the moment mc told them about their new capitol bestie, Ash felt like something was off about them. They'd never force mc to stop being friends with someone, but they really were not happy about it.