#randomized y run

[ablobwhowrites]

Hear me out on this yandere cookie run ramble guys

(plus sorry for disappearing for so long. I'm trying to cook with new stuff coming soon, hopefully this week to next week.)

Imagining a self aware cookie run au and yes the cookies come out of y/n's phone but are the small sizes because they are cookies and y/n who has a office job now has to deal with yandere cookies from both ovenbreak and kingdom. Shadow milk cookie nearly got y/n fired are he decided to use his powers on some of the office stuff y/n has and ended breaking several things instead. (They do how their powers they can get very out of control or just be very weak) y/n just being this normal person who now has to deal with these cookies and now has taken up a whole hobby of making small buildings for the cookies to live in. Now the livingroom coffee table and bookshelf has become bascially a small kingdom for the cookies or just small parts of the living room just different kinds of kingdoms depending on it. Even almond cookie helps y/n get ready in the morning by pointing out what to fix on y/n's work suit and stuff.

Then y/n having to keep the Beasts and Ancients separate so they don't fight. Also the cookies made mandatory for y/n to bring at least one or two cookies with them to keep them safe as they don't know the dangers of this world and rather keep y/n safe. But mainly y/n sits in a office and I love to think some cookies like to sit in quiet with y/n enjoying to silence with them but other cookies absorb get bored of hate it but that is the sacrifice they will make for their dear baker. And also imagining if y/n has any unhealthy habits like staying awake at night for to long then they will be forced to sleep and Moonlight cookie as well as dream Weaver cookie to make sure y/n gets the recommendation dose of sleep. Or if unhealthy eating habits then they'll try to help with that as well to make sure y/n gets healthy amounts of greens (carrot cookie, potato cookie and spinach cookie make sure of that)

plus hey at least the farmer cookies help y/n make a small garden even if it's small it's a good way to have fresh vegetables and fruits, plus they take care of them for y/n when they are gone at work. Also agent olive cookie loves to go with y/n to their office, as they have a job to protect y/n and try to do it well. Coffee cookie also love to talk with y/n in the mornings and even gets excited seeing the giant cups y/n but when y/n takes her on a grocery store trip, she always reminds y/n to get the best kind of coffee bean as she knows her coffee and wants the best for y/n also she may or may not take a bit of coffee for herself as of course she needs to taste the flavor to see if it's up to standard for y/n to drink.

But secretly the cookies are trying to find a way to get y/n back to their world, to earthbread as this life is to taxing on y/n from what they've seen but sadly traveling over to their bakers world really destroyed their phone but after y/n got a new one, the cookies wonder if they can use another device and of course cream puff and expresso cookie are on it but it just worries the ancients that the beast cookies will try to take y/n away when getting back to earth bread.

(that's it for my yap session but if you like this idea and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas if you want more or just have ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[crmsoncat]

First post on this blog

Decided to make a eternal sugar x reader doodle

Inspired by one of brittle-doughies post 😋

(I cant draw her wings dude-)

[y-urios]

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[quibbs126]

Okay but it’s kind of funny how out of all the Ancients, from day one Dark Cacao was just designed to be Dark Choco’s dad

Like his original beta designs have the Oreo pads, but with a different design, he has the same star shape, they have the same eye colors, and like the Wiki says, I wouldn’t be surprised if the reason his design changed is because he looked too similar to Dark Choco, which would cause potential confusion

Like even with Hollyberry, who is the other Ancient to have had a pre-existing character be related to them, she doesn’t look identical to Princess and it’s not immediately obvious they’re related. Heck if anything, her beta design looks even less like they’re related, at least a little and at least to me

So like, why was this specifically a thing with Dark Cacao? Did one of the designers just really like Dark Choco or something? What’s going on?

[randomgurl2326]

I just got an insane thought. Stick with me on this one.

I think that Benji and his Targ!Darling would be exactly like Scarlet Overkill and Herb from the minions movie

I mean Herb is a fucking simp, this we know. You know who else is a simp? Benjicot motherfucking Blackwood. And Targ!Darling is a total badass; just like Scarlet Overkill.

Just two crazies goin’ to war together. Normal couple shit.

I know I might sound like a fucking nine year old but I thought about it when I went to see the new Despicable Me movie with my little sister (for the lore ammiright😏)

Anyway, that’s my though of the day, love y’all

[hodangelphoenix]

Request: Could you please draw Clover and Chara/Frisk getting icecream together on the surface after the true pacifist ending of Undertale Red and Yellow?

ice cream :>

Idk if I like this version more or the sketch version more

Anyways, thank you for the 9 hours and 36 minutes of community service hours!

[hadaldemon]

Screw it

*Transforms your compassionate saint healer into a punishing angel charger*

[aseaofyoongi]

where feelings bloom | kth

kim taehyung x reader (f)

genre: fluff | smut | bffs to lovers

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: vacations are the time of self reflections and revelations. so, what happens when your last day in paradise involves you trying to decipher the feelings that you’ve had blooming for your best friend kim taehyung.

warnings: where do i begin lol; post college universe; suppressed feelings; overthinking; crush culture; foul language; vag fingering; overstimulation; clitoral stimulation; pentrative sex; protected sex (wrap it up friends); non-idol au; praise; dirty talk; tae is focused on oc’s pleasure only; unlabeled relationships; no plans for a part two; out of season au (happy beginning of fall) ; not edited

word count: ~ 5.6 thousand words

posted: tuesday october 4, 2023

notable songs: ivy - frank ocean | are we still friends - tyler, the creator | todo cambio - camila | a drop in the ocean - ron pope

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Mornings were your favorite part of the day. Although, not many people agree with that ideology you couldn’t help but be enamored by the way day the birds chirped their peaceful melody awakening you right up from your slumber, the glare of the beaming sun highlighting its waves of heat right into your face, the song of the crashing of waves against the shore. . but most of all you loved that for the last eight nights you have been waking up in an island paradise and you got to share it with your absolute favorite person in the entire world. Your best friend, Taehyung. 

Your soulmate, well platonic soulmate; your other half; your light in the darkest of tunnels. That’s who he was and honestly you couldn’t even recall a minute or even a second in the course of your life when Taehyung hadn’t been there with you. 

You met Taehyung long ago. Twenty-one years ago to be precise—marking the very moment you came out of your mother’s womb. Your mother’s had been best friends for years (still are), so your birth marked the day when you would meet your mother and father; but it also marked the day when you met Taehyung. He was already a couple of weeks older than you but your mother’s paired you up and built a friendship among the two of you long before you ran around in diapers together, bathed in kiddie pools with your favorite toys, before you took your first steps or even uttered your very first words. 

By definition, you were meant to be in Taehyung’s life and Taehyung was meant to be in yours. There was no re-writing that bit of history and besides you’d never do it even if you could. The constellations of your stars align and are guided right into each other’s path. 

Truly. He is going to be your person today, tomorrow and hopefully an eternity after that. You’ll always be there for him even after the sun dims and the oceans dry. There is no one you’d rather call your best friend and no one else who you would rather have invading every inch of your life. 

The door to the connecting room swung open and surely enough there he was leaning against the door frame. The blonde streaks of his wet hair fell past his dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows covering their entirety. On the same note you finally registered that he only wore a pair of gray sweat shorts that hung low on his hips; all while he remained bare on the top half of his body showing off his lean physique and although Taehyung didn’t have abs he was still fit—very awe striking. 

“Whatever happened to ceasing the day?” he exclaimed, his eyes turned to fiery pits as he likely replayed whatever crazy scenario he had planned for the day back in his head, “it’s nine in the morning. What are you still doing in bed. .  Why are you still in your pajamas?” 

“I was too lazy to get up,” you looked at the digital clock on the night stand beside you blinking its bright red numbers back at your sleep-riddled eyes. 

“Tonight is our last night on this slice of paradise heaven so get your ass up and let’s go let’s go let’s go,” he snapped his fingers before ripping the covers off of your body. 

“We have over twenty-four hours before we gotta head back home,” you patted the empty spot on the bed next to you and he jumped right in, cozying up under the covers, “just let me lay here for like ten more more. Is that okay with you, mom?” 

He groaned, “Fine but we better be up in ten minutes or I plan to carry you right down to the beach, pajamas and all.” 

“Yeah, sure,” you pulled the white duvet over your head signaling you were ready to drift back into the remnant of tiredness that lingered behind from all the activities you had partook in for the past week, “just ten more minutes. Just ten,” you mumbled, your eyes felt heavy as you drifted back into a deep slumber. 

“Just ten,” you heard his voice from a distance, so far away. Yet his body heat lingered close by and the apricity was easily welcomed against the skin of your back. 

Ten minutes turned into four hours and by the time your eyes fluttered open it was just after four in the afternoon. The sun still beamed bright through the drawn blinds heating up your body as the rays met your skin. You stretched carefully and rubbed sleep off your eyes before turning around to face Taehyung. He remained sound asleep—eyes shut tightly, mouth slightly ajar, and soft snores sounding like the steady, peaceful melody of lullabies.

Taehyung is truly beautiful. So beautiful, in-fact that it kind of made you stop in your tracks every so often and you couldn’t help but just look at him. Drinking in his striking features; his big brown eyes, his hair soft like silk, and his raucous voice so deep and soothing. 

Taehyung is truly a work of art. So much so that every candid moment captured behind the pixels of his pictures belonged in art galleries around the world. 

You noticed you were attracted to your best friend the summer after your sophomore year of high school. The two of you had spent the entire summer together—inseparable as usual. But towards the end of the summer as the first day of school approached, you and Taehyung engaged in a short adventure to the lake on the outskirts of town. You’d had truly an amazing time and you ended up inside a small diner having greasy food and chocolate shakes. You hadn’t processed it back then but looking back now you remember the way your heart was pounding, the way your palms were sweaty and the way all of your butterflies flapped their wings against the pit of your stomach. 

It’s so obvious looking back now—how much you truly liked him while you sat in that booth in the back of that diner. There, it felt like no one else inhabited the establishment. Just the two of you and the secret that took root in your heart. 

A secret so taboo you buried it somewhere deep in the back of your mind, but every time your eyes caught a glimpse of him there it all was. Everything, all over again, causing a daze in your mind and making your chest ache. 

“Wake up, Tae Tae,” you shook him slightly, pushing all of those thoughts aside. 

“Huh?” he groaned, twisting and turning mindlessly in the ocean of sheets. 

“We have gone against your beloved schedule for the day and I’m afraid I was the culprit,” you sat up against the headboard and he followed along laying his head on your shoulder. 

“We didn’t just sleep for ten minutes did we?” 

You shook my head, “it’s around four o’clock right now.” 

“That chopped off half of my itinerary,” his voice was soothing—gruff with hints of exhaustion lingering behind. 

“Oh, come one,” you cooed, “what’s left?” 

“The beach is just across the street, the pool’s downstairs or we can go out to get something to eat.” 

“What do you really wanna do?” you asked. 

He yawned widely mimicking a cub; so cute.

“Maybe we can lounge around by the pool for a bit and come back up here to order food,” he suggests, “I know I had hours planned of things to do for the day but I’m kind of exhausted.” 

“It’s not like you to skip out on the beach. . are you sure you wanna just go to the pool?” 

“Actually. .” he continued in his smooth voice, “I don’t even think I have the energy for that.” 

“Impossible!” you exclaimed, “you don’t get to be lazy, that’s my thing.” 

“It’s contagious,” Taehyung whined, snuggling closer to your side.  His cheeks felt like fire on your shoulder and you swore having him that close caused your breath to hitch at your throat. 

“So what—what, uh,” you cleared your throat, “what do you wanna do instead? Do we stay in for our last day here?” 

He nodded, “I think so. I mean, we’ve done a lot of things for the past few days.” 

“Do you wanna pick the movie or the food for us tonight?” 

“I refuse to watch a horror movie tonight so I’m in charge of picking the movie,” he reached for the remote control on the table next to his side of the bed. 

You rolled your eyes, picking up the phone and looking through the booklet the hotel provided with a number of different restaurant chains and their menus. After a bit of back and forth between you and Tae as you tried to settle on things, you decided on pizza and a random rom-com on one of the dozen streaming apps provided on the television. 

Fifteen minutes later, the food had arrived and Taehyung sat beside you once again, your elbows dangerously close. Your mind, barely on the movie that’s been playing for approximately thirty minutes now, your pizza sat cold on your plastic plate and your thoughts assimilate a busy intersection. 

There are so many things you could do but every single one also sat dangerously close to being the end of your friendship with Kim Taehyung. 

“Are you okay?” Taehyung closed the pizza box sitting in front of his crossed legs. 

You reeled yourself back from your thoughts, “yeah, I’m okay.” 

“You’ve been mindlessly staring at your slice of pizza for the past thirty minutes,” he added, placing his hand on your shoulder, “are you sure you’re okay?” 

This is how it’s been for some time now. Taehyung remained as soon as ever engaging in the sweetest gestures of comfort a best friend could engage in while your stupid, stupid mind developed its own reality of translating his platonic touches into something more—something it’ll never be. 

“I’m okay really. I guess I’m just uh, not that hungry,” you forced a smile on your lips, it actually hurt, “I’m gonna get some fresh air.” 

You opened the glass sliding door and walked out onto the balcony, the briny aroma from cerulean waves just ahead became your aromatherapy—easing your nerves. Allowing you to bury every insipid thought you’d birthed as a cause of your delusions. 

Your stupid mind and its delusions. 

Your hands landed on the black metal railing, closing your eyes and you began softly inhaling through your nose and then out your mouth. You did that over and over until you imagined yourself alone, somewhere peaceful where Taehyung was a long way from invading your thoughts in the best and worst way possible. 

“I know being here for so long has made us both homesick but I didn’t think you’d be the one most affected by all of this,” his voice sounded dangerously close. God, all you wanted was a moment alone—a moment to yourself. . To halt all your thoughts. All of them. 

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been pretty homesick,” but you weren’t homesick at all. 

“Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll set foot back home and you’ll be back on your bed relaxing,” you hadn’t looked at him just yet but you could tell he was smiling. 

“Yeah, I suppose that’s all I’ve wanted.” 

“I knew it,” his hand landed on yours on top of the railing, his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I know you, you know. You’re like the only person on earth who can’t seem to enjoy a vacation.” 

He was wrong—you have enjoyed this vacation; his company. It’s only solidified everything you’ve ever felt for him and that was the problem. But how could you say that without actually saying that? 

You chuckled, “I have enjoyed this vacation. It’s been quite reflective. . Eye opening.” 

“Hopefully, the fun kind of eye opening,” he began, “you need to learn to have fun. Let loose.” 

“Your party ways have definitely been contagious,” you looked into his eyes, the way you never have before and for a minute you became lost in their darkness—but surprisingly, you were at ease, “I’ve definitely learned all the ropes to having fun.” 

“After years of trying I’m glad you’ve finally learned something from your best friend. I’m proud,” Taehyung walked towards one of the lounge chairs and sat. 

“Yeah, I guess I’ve learned everything from you these past couple days,” you mumbled. 

“See? You could’ve just skipped college just as I did.” 

“That,” you sat on the chair beside his, “my parents would’ve killed me for.” 

He scoffed, “that’s another thing I gotta teach you now that we’re twenty-one. Bravery is crucial. Learn to speak your mind unapologetically.” 

Easier said than fucking done when your mind, heart and body scream out for him. His attention, his touch and his love. 

“Bravery.” 

“Exactly,” he encouraged, “bravery is a passage so securing everything you want in life. Hold on to that; embrace it. Thread towards everything head on.” 

“Well, in that case I hated college. I really really did. And I don’t even fucking like science I don’t know why I majored in Biology. I miss high school and the days we used to chill on the rooftop of the abandoned bowling alley after school when we had nothing better to do.” 

He laughed, likely reminiscing on the good time, “I miss that too and nobody said we had to stop. We’re adults but our customs shouldn’t have to die, right?” 

“Right.” 

“So, we have a date on top of the abandoned bowling alley as soon as we get back.” 

“A date,” you mumbled, the word causing your skin to prickle up with goosebumps. 

“A date. That’s right.” 

Surely, Taehyung didn’t know the effect. . The implication that the word had on you and your emotions. He couldn’t know about the way your hands began to sweat and the way your heart beat erratically as he kept referring to your late afternoon escapes in that exact way. A date. 

“A date with you,” you began, your tongue did all the work while your mind ceased all control, “you don’t even know what those words do to me.” 

His voice was low, “what does it do to you?” 

Your eyes steered in his direction and Taehyung was still sitting right beside you, but closer. His eyebrows were furrowed together inquisitively, his intent gaze was set on your figure disregarding all of his surroundings entirely—as if he didn’t want to overlook a single detail about you ever again. 

You shook your head feeling like maybe you’d said a little too much already, “just. . Forget it.” 

“Impossible,” he said, “bravery, remember? Penny for your thoughts.” 

“Trust me, Tae. You don’t wanna know.”

“I do.” 

You exhaled softly, “please don’t make me say it.” 

“Say it,” his voice grew deeper and still it felt as softest as velvet would against your skin. 

You closed your eyes trying to unscramble the words in your mind, to unravel your mangled feelings and decipher exactly how much of yourself you wanted to strip bare in front of him. 

“I—“ it was so hard to let it out. To just say it. 

“You?” 

“Taehyung,” you breathed, “I just have these feelings I just can’t seem to ever shake off.” 

“Are they good feelings or bad feelings?” he asked. 

“I’m not too sure,” you shrugged looking off into the clear sky dusted off in orange tones as the sun began migrating down towards the horizon, “—but they’re definitely confusing feelings if I had to say for sure.” 

“Confusing?” 

“Confusing,” well not so much confusing but rather—hard to decipher, impossible to act on, forbidden, off limits, what else? 

It’s you.  

“Come on,” he scoffed, “I’m your best friend. Surely, you can tell me what’s gotten into your head.” 

But that’s the problem. . You’re my best friend and you’ll only ever be my best friend. It’s both the twist between a blessing and a curse. 

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you. 

You’ve gotten into my head. 

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you. 

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you. 

The voice kept on and on no matter how hard you worked to block it out. It was a reminder that he navigated your thoughts and made you giddy in love, one you didn’t need or want. It’s you. It’s you. It’s you, “it’s you.” 

“What?” He asked. Did you say something? You hadn’t said anything. You hadn’t. 

“What?” you repeated. 

“You said it’s me. .” His stare was blank; hard to read but his eyes were golden under the rays of the departing sun. 

You stared back at him without saying a single word. 

“You said it was me,” he stuttered, “You you said. . What do you mean, it’s me?” 

In that moment you stood before a crossroad unbeknownst to the righteous path to take. Jungling the implications of your two options and how they would affect your relationship with Taehyung from that day. Of course, on one side you had the lie, your very own cloak of invisibility. The same one you’d been hiding behind for years and the same one you’d continue to hide behind—down that road your feelings would be stomped on and you’d watch Taehyung behind a soundproof glass always dwelling on what ifs and what could’ve beens. 

On the other side, there was the truth, the road where you would be stripping yourself bare with every step forward you took. Taehyung would finally be aware of your deepest secret—the one where he occupied your thoughts from the earliest hours of the morning to the latest hours of the night. He would know that your mind often lingered off into vivid daydreams where your imagination ran wild creating scenarios where he was finally yours; he would know the way your balms grew balmy and your heartbeat every time he came near. There would be no more hiding, but here you ran the risk of rejection and the destruction of your friendship. 

So you stood in front of the two avenues unsure of which direction to head towards in order to begin your journey. But Taehyung waited for an answer while you made a safe haven at your pit stop cocooned by fear and indecisiveness. 

The late afternoon breeze rustled the palm tree fronds, swaying them back and forth lightly. You and Taehyung were twenty stories up so that swishing sound was the only thing filling the silence between the two of you. Still, you swallowed your words hoping that he would somehow forget that you said anything. 

“Hey!” he rested his warm hand on your thigh calling out for your attention and finally you looked at him. There was no longer a blank gaze lingering in his eyes, now, he seemed worried, “did I do something?” 

Oh, this is spiraling out of control so fast. All because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut. 

Say something. . ANYTHING! 

“No—“ you cleared your throat, “no it’s not that at all, trust me.” 

“Then, what is it?” 

“It’s not important.” 

He shook his head, “whatever it is, it seems to be bothering you a lot so it is important.” 

There was no getting out of this. Not anymore. 

“I guess I just don’t know how to say it,” you jumped over a million hurdles in your mind trying to decipher the best way to just say it. Finally, you took a deep breath allowing your lips to move at their own leisure, “I like you.” 

You were so dizzy and enveloped within your own scrambled thoughts. Even though you tried to keep your eyes off of him you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eyes.  And Taehyung just sat there with wide eyes and his mouth slightly parted. 

“You like me?” he asked, pausing in-between each word, “like you like me or you like like me?” 

You closed your eyes, “I like like you.” 

“Like more than just best friends?” 

Did you really have to spell it out? Admitting your feelings out loud had you in a state of intense bashfulness, “yes, Taehyung. I like you as more than just a best friend. I have for some time now but it’s okay if you don’t think of me that way. I didn’t even really want to tell you because I was always too scared to ruin our friendship.” 

“Come over here,” Taehyung patted the spot right beside him and you moved to sit next to him. He stared deep into your eyes before continuing, “nothing can ever come in between us or our friendship, okay?” 

“Okay. .” You felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your chest allowing you to inhale and exhale once again. 

“Beside,” Taehyung caressed your cheek softly using the pads of his tender fingers. Quickly, you began feeling at ease as a result of his touch. Then, his fingers migrated lower tracing the outline of your round cheeks until they reached your chin and slowly he began guiding your face towards his so much so that his lips sat just inches away from yours, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way.” 

“You can’t just say things like that,” you placed your hands over his as they still held you close. 

“I’m not just saying it,” he argued. 

“You are,” you shook your head, “you’re just saying it to spare my feelings but I’ll be okay, Tarhyung. I’m a big girl. I can take a little rejection.” 

“We’ve been friends long enough for you to know that I wouldn’t just say something like that.” 

That was true, “but why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Same as you, I suppose,” he shrugged as his eyes remained intently on yours, “I feared that you wouldn’t feel the same and I didn’t want that to drive you away.” 

It’s astonishing how the only thing standing between the two of you and your happiness—and love was yourselves. Doubt and the fear of rejection steered your lives in opposite directions although the gravitational forces stringing your hearts together worked diligently to drive the two of you towards each other despite your cowardice. 

“I wouldn’t leave you.” 

Taehyung flashed his signature boxy smile, so warm and comforting you felt like he wrapped around you in a warm hug. 

“I wouldn’t leave you either,” his eyes focused on your mouth tracing every line and crevice before he met your eyes once again. 

The lingering doubt gnawed at your already splintered confidence so despite your treasurous thoughts screamed that he wanted to kiss you in that very moment, your body remained frozen in place—incapable of emitting an appropriate response, too nervous to react in any way and way too scared to make the wrong move. 

“Can—” he looked at your lips once again, “can I confess something else?” 

“What?” he leaned closer, your nose brushed against his and you couldn’t help closing your eyes. You were feeling too much at once. 

“I really want to kiss you right now.” 

“So kiss me,” you whispered. 

Taehyung laid back on the chair before pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled his lap. His hands traveled mindlessly along your body until they finally found their destination on your neck—his method of saying you were simply too far because immediately he began pushing you towards him. Your heart was erratic, your hands were sweating and there were about a million scenarios playing in your head depicting every single way you could probably fuck this up. 

But all of that flew right out of your head as soon as your lips met his. Kissing you so passionately you felt grounded, as if he was your home and this is exactly where you were meant to be; where you belonged. 

Noone had kissed you like that before and you liked how his kisses were the words on endless pages of his love confession while his tongue sealed the envelope before sending you off into daydreams depicting scenes such as this one and so much more. 

Taehyung pulled away; heaving; attempting to catch his breath, “I think—I think we should move inside. It’s getting late.” 

Before you knew it your back crashed against the ocean of bed sheets and Taehyung followed right behind picking up where he left off. While his kisses worked to leave you breathless, his hand raked down the fabric of your top before stopping at the waistband of your sweat shorts. 

“Can I?” 

You nodded frantically anticipating all of the lustrous desires that had sparked up in your mind in the latest hours of the night, “yes.” 

Taehyung moved past the waistband and lower down where only the thin layer of your panties stood between his fingers and your cunt but he did not touch you—not yet, you shuddered in anticipation, wondering how he’d render his concupiscent touch. You grew stupefied and your thoughts came to a halt as his teeth tucked at your lower lip, sweeping into your mouth. Everything he did worked to satiate the hunger growing within you, the very one crying out for him to devour you entirely once and for all. 

He pulled away from your lips you felt his hands move under the fabric of your shorts, moving your panties to the side lining up two fingers at your entrance, you gasped once before Taehyung slated his mouth over yours swallowing every whimper and every moan to escape your lips as he pumped into you slowly. 

It was a vicious repetition that already had you soaked, you uttered low whimpers but it seems he was only fueled by your sensitivity moving quicker and quicker by the second. 

He parted away from your lips, whispering in your ear, “you're so wet and warm baby. Fuck, you feel so good, so tight around my fingers. So fucking good.”  

“Ah, fuck. Oh, Taehyung please, please don’t stop. Okay? Don’t stop,” you whimpered as you moved to meet his quicken movements fucking yourself on his fingers so sweetly. 

“I won’t stop. I promise you I won’t,” his voice was hoarse as he continued, the lewd promises he whispered sent glacial shivers down your spine and you felt the way your legs began shaving. 

“Taehyung,” you moaned. 

“Say my name like that again,” he groaned. 

You snaked your hand around your neck twisting the blonde locs draped on the back of his neck before whispering his name once again he smirked going on and on. There was a flame igniting in the pit of your stomach and there was nothing more potent; nothing you could devote your attention to. The only thing you crave was to put that fire out. So you moved quicker against him until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached that high and finally the fire ceased. 

Taehyung left a peck on your cheek before aiding you in removing all of the pesky fabrics standing between him and the vulnerability of your nude body, then, he took off his own leaving only his briefs on. He kneeled in front of your stretched out legs and his finger burned streaks on your skin as they caressed your inner thigh, continuing to devote his attention everywhere but where you actually needed him most. 

“Please. .” you begged. 

“Please?”

“Please,” you said sternly. 

“What do you want?” he questioned with a smug look painted on his features, the little bitch was teasing you. 

“You know what I want.” 

“I want to hear you say it,” you gasped as he grazed your enterance coating his digits in the combination of your juices and cum before shoving them in his mouth, licking them clean, “you taste so good, you know.” 

“Eat me out Taehyung, please,” you cried out. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

He sunk deeper in his place until his face was no longer in your line of vision, beads of sweat rolled down your temples and you ached with fervidity. His breath fanned against your core and at that moment you knew he was near but it wasn’t until he wrapped his hands around your thighs pulling you closer to his face that you truly felt exposed. Taehyung brushed his lips over your slit leaving a trail of gentle kisses behind. 

Using his tongue he separated his lips before gravitating towards your clit. He enveloped the sensitive bud between his lips quickly beginning his attack in the form of ravenous sucks and licks.  

You gasped clutching onto the sheets to release the tension building within you. Everything you wanted to say out loud died in the back of your throat but you didn’t care about the words you couldn’t say. Your mind was too focused on the way your legs shuddered and your pelvis lifted into the air. 

“I’m—“ you cried out, “I’m so so close.” 

His fingers found themselves pushing past your entrance once again, pumping into you at a quickened pace. It was almost too much but you focused on the overstimulation of his tongue and touch. That inferno you felt once before burned brightly, this time you couldn’t map out a way to extinguish in its entirety. It would always burn and Kim Taehyung would always be the cause of it. 

Whoever said playing with fire was a bad thing was a fucking liar because these flames warmed you up so good like an addiction you just would not want to ever shake off. 

You reached down, raking your fingers through his blonde strands pushing him closer to you, doing so until trembled uncontrollably, spilling over on his fingers. 

Taehyung emerged with swollen lips, his disheveled hair and his spit mixed with your juices on his chin. His fucked-out look was one that would live in your mind like an art work hung in a gallery. 

“Unbeknownst to you, I’ve been yours for a while now,” he stopped to catch his breath, “but after tonight I want you to know that I am yours.” 

Your eyes remained shut but you grinned nevertheless, “I believe that’s the post sex bliss talking.” 

“I’m not the type to just say anything because of the moment at hand. I mean everything I say.” 

“Okay,” you smiled, “can you say you’ll fuck me then or do I have to wish for it when I spot a shooting star for it to come true.” 

He chuckled, it was low and thunderous so soothing and calming. It was always peaceful and eased your nerves even now as you laid completely naked. 

“I’m sorry, were you planning to fuck someone on a vacation?” you asked ogling, as he fetched a golden packet from his discarded pant pocket, removed his briefs and slipped the condom around his cock. 

“Only you,” he said, pressing the tip against your entrance far enough to have your mouth agape as a result but never enough to satisfy your craving to have him fucking you against the mattress, “I promise.” 

“Taehyung, if you don’t fuck me right now I might actually loose my mind.” 

He didn’t say anything else, you just felt him sliding in slowly giving you the time to adjust before he began moving in and out of you gradually. The air circulating the gray walls around the two of you became humid, hot enough to coat your body in a thin layer of sweat. You didn’t care though, you were enraptured in the feeling of him inside of you, in the echoing sounds of his skin slapping against your skin and his guttural grunts every time he drove into you. 

Reality was you’d imagined this moment many many times in your head before but nothing, none of your dreams or your wildest fantasies could’ve prepared you for how much better this felt in person.  

There were goosebumps running rampant on your arms, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your moans and whimpers only increased in volume but you couldn’t help it. 

“Harder—harder, please,” your nails drug into his back leaving bright red scratches behind. 

“Harder,” he repeated that very word over and over, quickly moving to execute your request. 

You felt all of the air being punched out of you everytime he buried himself deep in you, “Oh, yes, like that.” 

Taehyung hugged your waist listing your lower half up from the mattress and continued slamming into you. 

“I’m,”  he thrust into you.  

“—yours,”again.  

“—to take,” again.

“Use me,” and again. 

“Use me.” 

You clenched around him continuously, your vision blurred and you felt waves of the scorching heat in the pit of your stomach burning brighter and hotter than they ever had that night until finally you let go. 

Taehyung collapsed beside you, the two of you heaved in attempts to catch your breath. 

“Fuck,” was all you said. 

“Fuck, is right,” he laughed, “I’ll get a warm bath started for us.” 

He placed a kiss on your forehead then one on your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. 

Taehyung is your best friend but he is also the man who’s taken over your heart in a way that exceeds your platonic bond. 

There were no labels attached to what the two of you were but you didn’t need them for now because you knew that Taehyung would always be there for you no matter what the situation looked like. 

“Hey, are you ready to clean up?” he kneeled down next to the bed looking into your eyes.

“Of course.” 

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a/n: out of season au cause im a slow writter but i hope everyone had a good summer and is looking forward to the fall 🍂🍁🍃

what will you miss most about summer?

[ablobwhowrites]

guys I have a yandere crk idea.

Mega yap session rn

What if instead of gingerbrave and his team having to build their own kingdom, cookie y/n who is a ruler of their own kingdom let's gingerbrave stay as it was a small kingdom with a reasonable amount of cookie citizens and y/n lets them come and go whenever they please and end up staying at the kingdom but gingerbrave and his team saw how kind hearted and nice y/n was to their people and even to strangers who might need a place to stay and of course they wouldn't leave y/n's Kingdom without protection cause y/n helped them and it's the least they could do.

Slowly as new cookies came in, y/n was overwhelmed as their kingdom was small but gingerbrave got the other cookies to help make the kingdom bigger and better and y/n was thankful but was kinda felt off about the new cookies and even gingerbrave and his team as they began to act odd to y/n, whenever y/n was trying to do the most simple thing, the cookies would rush to help. Even once when y/n helped with one of their cookies citizens flower shop when they went out to get a new flower stock, suddenly rebel cookie comes out of nowhere and offers to take this duty off of y/n's hands.

Y/n does get a bit bored of doing nothing as all the cookies usually jump in to 'help' y/n with a duty when y/n was just trying to help one of their citizens. But when I tell you, y/n fainted from pure shock when they saw the ancient cookies come to their kingdom including the beasts and let me tell you the citizens where in panic cause they thought y/n just died but no they just where in shock to see the ancients and the beast in one place which was a very much shock to them. And I do imagine just y/n's helpers around the castle are the sugar gnomes and some cookies who took on the job of helping y/n with duties around the castle but the main attendant thats y/n's closes advisor is a sugar gnome named clover who doesn't really talk to anyone except if they are running a errand for y/n or something. but clover worry's about y/n's health sometimes as y/n being a ruler of the kingdom still has intense duties with trades from other kingdoms, safety of new buildings and other things and this weights on y/n heavily sometimes especially with the new cookies has them worried and the strange behavior the cookies are towards them, like some giving flowers, leaving poems for them with the name secret admirer and such.

They sometimes wonder what would have happened if they never let gingerbrave and his team in their kingdom. But they do forget about that thought as all cookies deserve good shelter and a good place to live. Also y/n definitely loves to help their citizens decorate the kingdom when holidays come around and does a kind of big feast for the kingdom (hollyberry also helped by getting drinks and helping with the preparations of the feast and festivities) as clover thinks its useless to celebrate with a big feast for such short holidays, clover does join in as to keep y/n from doing something dumb or getting hurt.

I love kingdoms ruler y/n, they keep their people safe no matter what and also love to think Mont Blanc Cookie is the unofficial personal designer for y/n's outfits and cookie y/n definitely appreciates it but they feel it's to flashy but wears it regardless and it's nice and don't know where their old fits have gone so they kinda wear Mong Blanc's custom outfits. And love the thought of rockstar (or any musical cookie that you might think fits this) like cookie outside of the castle playing songs and y/n just waking up at night as their assistant clover tells the cookie it's to late in the night to be singing and to go home, before closing the window.

(I have many more ideas for yandere crk and other y/n ideas and would love to yap about them with you guys and I'm working on more of the new home sweet home au but yeah. If you like this, please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's that you have. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[introverted-and-unhinged]

Fred and y/n have a blurred lines/friends-to-lovers thing going on where it's nearly impossible to tell if the two are romantically involved or truly just friends. No one has ever seen them kiss (even though pretty much everyone believes it has happened at least once), but they do flirt all the time and cuddle a lot and literally say things to each other like, "I love you so much, and I cannot imagine my life without you. Please don't ever leave me."

Still, they tell everyone they're just friends. People ask for clarification so often that they just start fucking with everyone and trying to make it more confusing.

Y/n changes her phone wallpaper to this and just waits for someone to notice:

"It literally says 'just friends? Yeah right.' in the collage, y/n!" Hermione shouts.

"Yeah, because we're not just friends. We're besties," y/n replies.

"What about the part where it says 'dude but romantically'?" Ginny asks.

"Oh, that's probably because of that one time George accused us of calling each other dude instead of babe to throw you all off," Fred chimes in.

Y/n nods a confirmation. This is when she kindly informs Fred that she's also made him a collage wallpaper if he'd like to use it.

It's made of pictures of them mostly taken by other people and looks like this:

Fred looks it over without letting a single emotion cross over his face before he scoffs.

"So you're going with the narrative that I'm secretly in love with you, huh?" Fred asks. "Is it really too unrealistic to pretend you're in love with me, darling?"

"Oh, please. It's always the guy who is too afraid to ruin the friendship," y/n responds.

Fred just shrugs.

"Fair point. Send me that."

For once, no one asks any more questions or makes any more comments. They've resigned to just accepting their confusion.

A couple days later, Ginny drops a collage of her own in the group chat. The message accompanying it reads "This isn't even all the photos I collected from friends and family. Do you two do anything other than sleep and deny your feelings?"

[crmsoncat]

Do you do platonic requests? If you do, I want to hug Pudding a la Mode Cookie pls! <3

Mhm!!

I hope u like it, found out today i suck at drawing pudding a la mode 🫠

(1 more spot open to request smth)

[kamurawaffles5684]

Quick Garrett drabble bc I’m banking on Nightdive making a Thief remake that’s better than whatever the fuck Eidos did back in 2014. Yes this involves some very overused tropes. It’s all I could think of for the moment.

[Dusk Run-in]

It was autumn. A brisk, cold evening too. You were on your way home from a town hall event in the City. As townspeople rushed home, you were pushed about them, the streets near-packed. It wasn’t odd, considering that most townspeople gathered at the town hall during these events for general gossip and enjoyment. You could already overhear women chattering about how Lord Bafford had been found guilty of tax evasion. It wasn’t surprising, really. Even if he was wealthy, he always seemed to stick his toes into some form of shady business. “Money laundering” the common folk would say. Either way the man was filthy rich. And as soon as you heard the news about his scepter being stolen, you almost woke up a pack of Burricks from laughing so hard. He had it coming, that’s for sure.

But, back to the now. The amount of elbows and side clashes you had received from the townspeople as they briskly returned home was enough to keep you off your balance, crashing into an oddly dressed man. Which was weird. Because he was the only man there who seemed to never be noticed by anyone else. Only you.

You yelped in surprise as your body unintentionally collided with the man’s body, making him drop whatever he was holding —a book, it seemed— as your face hit the soft surface of expensive fabrics that seemed to be well worn out. You scrambled back, apologizing, reaching for the man’s book, but not before he picked it up himself.

“You should be more careful.” The man grumbled, helping you back up. “And for your sake, don’t apologize. It’s not worth my time.”

You looked up at him in slight surprise. He didn’t look like most townsfolk, even if you only caught a slight glimpse of his face as he helped you to your feet. He looked…rough. His eye had a scar…a long one at that. And…it seemed to be somewhat reddish, too. You couldn’t tell if it was swollen from injury or just red from whatever was in the air. And neither of his eyes were the same color. One was a bright green, but the other was a deep grey-brown color. Like worn down bark.

“Sir— are you ok—?” You started, looking down to dust off your legs when he was gone, like he had been swept off by the wind.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

fun fact about timeline 777! all changels (that is, mature changelings; over the age of 40) use the gender-neutral honorific mg., which comes from the change-latin word magisthre. changelings are referred to as misthrys, or simply m. in short form.

[optiwashere]

Needed to lay down and try to sleep for longer than an hour today, and in doing so I blearily looked at general fandom tags because I wanted to see silly fanart.

Instead I got hit full-force with reality of so much drama over the wildest little shit. I've been cursed with sight.

I have also never been happier to stay in my own bubble away from... all of that.

All that to say, I'm keeping this blog free of more stuff like this but holy fuck it hit me like a freight train. All this drama exhausts me and I don't know how anyone keeps up with it. I prefer to think of this place as the equivalent of a cabin in the woods, one where I emerge every few days with a few thousand words for people to devour with their eyes.

[ablobwhowrites]

still rambling about yandere cookie run.

This is idea is inspired by @brittle-doughie (plus he make great content and you should totally check his account out. And also got be back into the crk a bit so yeah.) I made two ideas for this ramble.

I imagine just y/n cookie kinda being a sort of celebrity around earthbread and being well liked. (This idea does mix both over break and kingdom cause I like both the games.) Y/n being a regular cookie who ended up being mixed up with heros, villains, beasts and many other cookies. They have social media and end up being instantly followed by every cookie and it does worry them a bit but mostly brush it off as them being paranoid, y/n does notice how their stuff does disappear as Roguefort Cookie definitely isn't taking some of y/n's stuff when the window is open for half a second. They do like the songs that the singing cookies celebrities make them but do get worried about how many there are and they can't really deny how many cookies are acting weird around them as the evidence is overwhelming. Also they are kinda scared to ever go to Butter Pretzel Cookie studio again as they where trying to find the bathroom and ended up finding a whole huge room full of portraits of y/n. But some cookies they see as normal (all the cookies are obsessed over y/n and y/n is not safe bro. Except for the kid cookies as they are strictly platonic only) they trust some of the cookies as y/n does think they are paranoid about the cookies being obsessed and talking stuff or something but luckily the can trust hollyberry, gingerbrave, muscle cookie and a few others. As hollyberry said that it might be the stress y/n is putting on themselves day to day, maybe that what is making them so anxious but since it's such a long ride back home, hollyberry offered to let y/n stay at the castle for the night and jungle berry and royal berry insist as well as princess and knight cookie, what’s the harm of staying for one small night?

Also totally thinking that if y/n cookie posting about a really good lunch or something at a restaurant, just the restaurant swarming with customers as, if y/n says it's good, it must be.

For regular cookie run kingdom and a maybe a tiny hint of ovenbreak, is a traveling adventurer who loves to share stories about their adventures as they seek to find if myths or legends are true and sometimes they are but sometimes aren't and they love to talk about them and has a whole book of their doodles and writing in them. They do come by from time to time and get a strange feeling Everytime they come for a short while at the kingdom, cookies insisting that they should stay and that it'll be night and that would be unsafe so they would stay and find it weird that y/n just said they would sleep in a regular house but was put into the castle and over time it gets harder and harder to get out of the kingdom with cookies needing help or something in the kingdom goes wrong and y/n helps but that wastes more of their time until it's dark outside and they are forced to stay another night. Y/n never likes to be cooped up in one play so obviously they try to get out as they have all of earthbread to see and discover. Y/n then sneaks out when it's dark outside with a little help from their buddy cinnamon cookie as those big magic tricks payed off to help y/n escape. Plus now they owe cinnamon cookie a week of helping cinnamon perfect his magic tricks for his next show also having to find the Longan Dragon and lotus dragon to be able to add to their bucket list of seeing all the dragons (and totally not escaping the clutchs of the other dragon cookies by the slightest crumb on their body because of not they'd be stuck forever with the dragon cookies after just discovering them) but they need to press on forward to find all the secrets of earthbread...if they don't get dragged back to that cookie kingdom to be trapped there or if the dragons get y/n first. Who knows!

(that's it for my yapping session for today. Hope you guys like it and if you want more please feel free to request any ideas for stories or y/n ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[sege-h]

Ummmm it doesnt matter that character ages were removed from the Sonic character profiles they do still have their old canon ages and if you think that actualllyyyyy they never acted or sounded like those ages then youre a creep looking for excuses to put them in adult situations :/ Like thats child endangerment that you're depicting there??? Why do you wanna see that blorbo of yours beaten and bloodied and traumatized??? You ACTUALLY wanna beat up kids? You freak??

And why are you drawing him driving a fucking car he should not be driving a car he's a child! And STOP drawing Shadow with guns!!! Children shouldn't have those!

And while you're at it, stop drawing art of Amy working at a bakery! Like wow what a freak you actually want to break child labor laws in real life???

I know plenty of 12 year olds that own apartments and cars of their own, so I can confirm that these characters were always ALWAYS meant to be their previously listed canon ages! If you say otherwise youre a freak!

(This is Not a serious post, for the love of god)