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Sorry I find it funny when dragonfruit fams hate that spicy noodles is popular sorry to break it to you but spicy noodles was the first ship in the Fandom history,before others come,just because you hate that people ship redson and mk,it won't stop,you just sound insecure about your Straight ship.
If you want dragonfruit to be popular,add to it,make fan works,fanfic,other then complaining about spicy noodles Popularity.
Combining Day 6 and 7 for @burgertimewifi's TRSOT week!
The wedding had been a simple affair, all things considered.
Truthless Recluse, or Pure Vanilla rather, refused to have too many people up on the Peak. Blueberry Milk had been more than willing to shed the mask of the Sage of Truth. So, a small audience, mainly consisting of the Virtues and the Beasts, watched them exchange vows under the summer night sky.
The venue itself was decorated beautifully, with globs of light providing light and flowers curling everywhere. Everyone sat in chairs, all dressed in their best for the event.
Blueberry Milk and Pure Vanilla had agreed to arrange the others' outfits. The former had been delighted when he had been gifted a traditional Vanillian wedding dress, with waffle cone print across the edges. The blue of it was a much darker shade than he traditionally wore, but it was beautiful. He had tucked orchids in his hair and had waited at the aisle for his groom-to-be.
And, oh, how lovely.
Pure Vanilla, with a milkcrown tucked behind his ear, looked like perfection. He wore a beautiful white gown, edged with his normal darkness, with an elegant dark veil with golden constellations across the fabric. There was probably small jam stains from the Sage pricking his fingers. He had met his eyes and smiled, truly smiled, behind the veil.
They had held hands and refused to let go.
They were still holding hands even now, as they danced across the dance floor.
It wasn't their first dance as a married couple. That had been about an hour ago. Everyone was on the dance floor now, probably all with a few drinks.
Blueberry Milk laughed as Pure Vanilla, somehow, managed to lift him off his feet and twirl with just his hand on his hip. He pulled him closer once he was back on solid ground, or as close as they could be with company. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Pure Vanilla said, as easily as breathing.
"âŚdo you remember the first time we said that to each other?"
Pure Vanilla snickered. "I do. You fell down the peak."
"I did~."
It had come out of nowhere, his dear Recluse's love confession. They had known for some time that they cared for each other, but he had been unsure if the depth of care he felt for him was requited. The Sage had been worried about burning bridges if he dared to say those words to him.
And then, his Recluse had been showing him his larger garden, set on a tucked-away cliff, and, seemingly out of nowhere, said "I love you." Easily, without strain, as if it were a normal occurrence.
The Sage had been so shocked that he had taken a step back and fallen off the cliff, and proceeded to tumble down the rest of the mountain. He could still hear his dear's shriek when he realized what had happened, quickly rushing after him like a very concerned raven.
"You insisted on kissing me by the time I found you." He had several broken bones and a concussion, but his sheer delight at having his affections returned had blocked out most of the pain. Plus, the taste of vanilla and darkness, the very ability to press kisses to any available gap of skin he could, had helped block out the discomfort of having his bones reset and feeling them stitch back together.
"You like it when I kiss you," Blueberry Milk pointed out, smugness rolling off him.
Their hold on each other's hands broke.
Before he whined, that hand cupped his face.
"I do," Pure Vanilla confessed, before rising up on his tiptoes to press his lips to his.
It was a kiss that symbolized so many more memories in the future.
Pure Vanilla doesn't have to worry about trying to explain Fount to the others because when the First come for a surprise visit First Milk is able to recognize her child instantly.
That doesn't make the situation any less weird though
These witches be freaky
Under cut for: nipple play, clit sucking, magical dick warming (best way to describe it)
Fount giggled and groped Pure Vanilla from behind, "Pleeeeaasssee, just one quick lick? A nibble?? I promise I'll be fast."
"Fount, I'm in the middle of this recipe." Pure Vanilla smiled and sighed.
Ever since she'd taught Fount everything she knew about orgasms and sex, she'd been wanting and pushing for it all the time.
Pure Vanilla didn't mind, it reminded her of being in the academy. Happier times. No matter what the First Witches did, they could never keep the girls off each other.
But, it was lunch time, and they needed to eat something (besides each other).
Fount whined and pouted as she stood on her tip toes to rest her head on Pure Vanilla's shoulder. Her hands didn't stop fondling Pure Vanilla's breasts, and Pure Vanilla didn't stop her. She continued to chop vegetables for their sandwiches.
Encouraged by her lack of discouragement, Fount grinned to herself. She reached up to the collar of Pure Vanilla's dress and grabbed it. She waited a breath to see if she'd be stopped (or better yet, spanked!).
When neither happened, Fount pulled the collar down until Pure Vanilla's breasts fell out.
"Fount!!" Pure Vanilla whipped around in shock and Fount immediately latched herself onto one nipple.
All of the tension in Pure Vanilla's body melted away, "Baby bunny," She cooed softly.
Fount moaned and groped Pure Vanilla's other breast before moving to that nipple, "Your baby bunny." She whispered.
"I didn't realize you felt so neglected."
Fount squeaked in shock as she was lifted off her feet. Pure Vanilla carried her to the table and laid her on it. She made grabby hands for Pure Vanilla, but squealed with glee when the older witch knelt down and pushed her skirts up.
"But I'm still really hungry for lunch."
Fount grinned eagerly when she felt Pure Vanilla's breath on her hot, needy cunt.
"Guess this'll have to do." Pure Vanilla mumbled softly before rolling her tongue around Fount's clit and sucking on the sensitive bud.
Just as her hands came up to grab Fount's thighs there was a knock at the door. Pure Vanilla ignores the first knock in favor of drawing out another squeal from her lover.
The second knock makes her pull off and she sighed, "Alright." She wiped her mouth clean and helped Fount sit up (she ignored her wide eyed, heart broken look).
"But!!"
"Baby bunny, I have to get the door." Pure Vanilla sighed. She figured it was likely a customer so she turned back and nuzzled Fount's cheek, "Why don't you go wait in bed? Hm? I'll use that spell you like?"
Fount's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, "Now! Now! Put it in now!" She hiked up her dress and spread her pussy.
Pure Vanilla chuckled. She made a pumping motion with her hand down by her pelvis and a golden magical construct formed in her hands. It was shaped like a penis, and worked like a penis.
"Coming!" Pure Vanilla shouted when the person knocked a third time.
"I will be too." Fount grinned eagerly as the head of the magical cock slipped in.
"Behave, baby bunny." Pure Vanilla warned gently. She eased the cock in until there was no more cock to give.
"B-bigger, please!" Fount whined.
"I'll give you two minutes to get settled upstairs, then it'll get bigger, baby bunny. I promise."
Pure vanilla sighed with relief when that got Fount to skip upstairs.
She straightened her own dress out and just only managed to remember to tuck her boobs back into her dress before she opened the door, "Hello â? M-Mother Milk!" Pure Vanilla blushed furiously.
"Hello, my sweet." First Milk glided inside and kissed her cheek, "I was feeling well enough for an outing and heard through the grapevine that you had a friend over?"
"O-oh, yes." Pure Vanilla could feel the magical construct changing. Growing bigger.
Oh no.
"Well, if rumors are to be believed..." First Milk sat with a heavy sigh, her injuries still aching from the battle with First Egg and Dark Enchantress, "I'd like to meet this friend myself."
"Of course!" Pure Vanilla answered automatically, "Let me go get her."
Her heart hammered in her throat as she practically ran upstairs. She threw her bedroom door open, then shut. Fount was fingering her clit and squeezing a nipple, already nearly lost to ecstasy.
"Hmmm baby bun's ready for you," Fount sighed.
"N-no, get up. Your mother's here." Pure Vanilla began to use cleaning spells on Fount's hands.
"Wh-what?" Fount asked, startled.
"Up. Your mother's downstairs." Pure Vanilla used a cleaning spell on her clothes and pulled her out of bed.
"Th-the plug??" She said desperately.
"No time. You'll gush." Pure Vanilla shook her head, she stood in front of Fount. The bulge in her belly wasn't THAT noticeable.
...
She tried to push it in.
Fount moaned.
Pure Vanilla grimaced, "It's fine." She shook her head, "Just, act natural." She began to pull her from the room.
"Act natural? I have your oversized cock in my cunt!" She hissed softly.
"Shut up!" Pure Vanilla ordered, pulling her downstairs. "Mother Milk, allow me to introduce to you â,"
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RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
Fount originally liking the other Ancient Witches, but slowly starting to loathe them for taking Nillyâs attention away from her.
Dark Cacao keeps pulling Vanilla into her room for, quote, âphysical trainingâ (she can unfortunately hear both of them screaming during âtrainingâ).
Golden Cheese insists on sleeping in Nillaâs bed most nights, and always leaves the sheets covered in clear gelatin.
Hollyberry likes buying Pure Vanilla small pieces of cloth she calls âlingerieâ, and it makes Nillyâs face turn red in a way she hates.
White Lily isnât around anymore (something about her leaving the coven as someone called âDark Enchantressâ or whatever), but Vanilla almost constantly stares at her picture longingly, and it makes her want to personally smite that dumb flower girl whenever she does that.
(I've decided Witch = Lesbian. I don't make the rules, I just make the rules)
Ask is long, so cut may not work, but I'll still say: Under cut for content: virgin lesbian exploration (soft core)
Also, if you see the word "sister" here, just know it means Coven Sister. Non-related. It is a term these Witches use to refer to each other.
(And also, I got lazy towards the end lmao)
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It takes Pure Vanilla bringing Fount to a meeting with her Coven sisters before she actually starts believing she is who she says she is. They investigate the power of the dessert world, but...it seems unbothered. Unchanged.
And then she couldn't leave her alone. She was fascinated by Fount's experiences as a cookie, the magic she developed for her little followers, how and why she became a witch â she wanted to know everything!
Fount loved the attention. Finally, what she'd wanted all along â support, attention â she had Pure Vanilla all to herself!!
She was, therefore, surprised when Pure Vanilla's Coven Sisters showed up a week after her introduction to them to "spend some time" with Pure Vanilla.
Fount doesn't understand the screaming and the soft, sometimes wet sounds that come from her room when Dark Cacao takes her there in the middle of the day.
She frowns when Golden Cheese insists on sleeping in Pure Vanilla's room. And is even more confused when she finds a puddle of un-firmed gelatin on the bed when she goes looking for Pure Vanilla the next morning.
She can't believe some of the gifts Hollyberry gifts her, but she is curious as to why the lacy things make Pure Vanilla blush.
But the worst thing about Pure Vanilla's Coven sisters is when they ALL take Pure Vanilla into her room and shut Fount out.
She pouts and curls up in the kitchen's breakfast nook. When Pure Vanilla finds her later, she sighs with relief.
"There you are, my little Fount." She goes to lay a hand on her shoulder but Fount turns away. Pure Vanilla frowns.
"How long are they going to be here?" Fount asks.
Her Coven sisters.
Pure Vanilla exhales softly, "They're leaving tomorrow. Then, it'll just be me and you again."
Fount counts down the hours. She has what feels like a million questions. Is this what her cookies feel like whenever she dismisses them for the day? This is awful.
She buries her head under her pillow when she hears more of those muffled screams coming from Pure Vanilla's room.
The next morning, Fount glowers at the Coven Sisters as they each take their turn kissing Pure Vanilla goodbye.
Dark Cacao cups her cheeks and whispers a plea for Pure Vanilla to take care of herself.
"I will." Pure Vanilla promises, sweetly kissing the taller woman back.
Golden Cheese grabs her hips and presses kisses to her neck, reminding Pure Vanilla they are a simple summoning spell away. Pure Vanilla lifts her head and reminds Golden Cheese that magic goes both ways before kissing her goodbye.
Hollyberry engulfs Pure Vanilla, fingers digging into her back, and she kisses Pure Vanilla fiercely. She reminds Pure Vanilla to be safe.
Pure Vanilla giggles and says the same, kissing Hollyberry back tenderly.
Fount feels like she can finally breathe again when the door finally closes. She turns and retreats to the guest room. She has much to think about.
Pure Vanilla sighs. As much as she loves her Coven Sisters, she loves her peace and quiet just as much if not more so. She knows they're weary of Fount and protective of her, but a week of long, drawn out orgasms and edging tires her out.
She escapes to her room, hoping for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. Sleep is fitful, nightmares creeping back in now that her sisters weren't there to protect her. She dreams of that last, horrible meeting with White Lily. Her begging White Lily to see reason, White Lily asking her to betray everyone and everything they built together to join her, her looking at White Lil â Dark Enchantress's extended hand...actually contemplating it...the screams of the First Coven Witches and her sisters. The flash of betrayal in Dark Enchantress's eyes. The tears that blurred her eyes to the point she couldn't see. The attack, the pain â
Pure Vanilla gasps as her bed shifts, "Wha â??" She takes a few ragged breaths, trying to remind herself where and when she was.
She lifts her comforter, "Little Fount?"
Fount is curled up next to her, rubbing a line up and down her chest in a self-soothing way. She looks up, her mismatched eyes wide and pleading.
"Little Fount...what's wrong?" Pure Vanilla coos. She wonders if Fount can feel her erratic heart beat?
"Why are they permitted to stay in bed with you and I am not?" Fount asked.
Pure Vanilla blinked in shock, "O-Oh...well..." how did she explain the complicated relationship with her Coven Sisters to a cookie??
"Why were you screaming in here with them?" Fount asked another question before Pure Vanilla could even wrap her head around the first.
"You heard â?"
"How come you were gifted clothes but never wear them?"
"Fount..."
"Why was there strange, clear gelatin in your bed?"
Pure Vanilla blushes and her mouth goes dry.
"I want to know!" She sits up, hands caging Pure Vanilla to the bed.
Pure Vanilla squirms, "Fount...this is hardly the time to be having this conversation..." she blushes.
"Then when??" Fount asks, desperate for answers.
Pure Vanilla looks at her innocent Fount. She's beautiful in a youthful, supple way. Smooth skin, not a blemish in sight. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about Fount the way she thought about her Coven sisters, she'd shown up in her kitchen naked, for gods sake. Fount was incredibly cuddly and reminded Pure Vanilla of an overly affectionate cat.
"Fount..."
"Please, Pure Vanilla..." Fount looks at her with the most heartbreaking expression she's ever seen.
Pure Vanilla sighs and sits up. Fount sits back on her knees, entirely too innocent for what Pure Vanilla is about to do to her.
Wordlessly, she switches their positions, laying Fount down on her bed and sliding one knee between her legs so she can't close them.
"I will show you what my sisters and I do," She whispers, "But you must promise it will not change us for the worse."
Fount looks up at her with wide eyes. She doesn't move from where Pure Vanilla laid her down, but nods, "Nothing could ever stop me from worshipping you, Pure Vanilla." She says quietly.
Pure Vanilla tilts her head curiously, "Do you trust me?" She whispers.
Again, Fount nods.
Pure Vanilla talks Fount through everything, "The bond I have with my Coven Sisters is...irreplaceable. We," She ghosts her hands over Fount's hips and waist, "Amplify our powers through our bond. Through our love for each other. She pauses over the buttons of her nightgown, "May I undress you?"
Fount looks confused for a brief second, but nods.
"Words, little Fount, use your pretty words." Pure Vanilla urges.
"Y-Yes." Fount tries to squirm, but Pure Vanilla's knee prevents that.
Pure Vanilla's hands freeze when she feels heat on her knee. She blinks rapidly, then begins to unbutton Fount's nightgown.
It reminds her of the time she first dressed Fount. She'd wanted to touch her then, too, but now she knew she had to go slow. She has no idea how sensitive a cookie-turned-woman body could be.
She unbuttons the nightgown down to her navel, then gently unfolds both sides to expose Fount's breast. "One," She has to swallow and wet her mouth before she tries to speak again. Like her face, Fount's breasts were beautiful. Round, perfectly shaped and balanced, with rosy nipples that weren't perky. Yet.
"One of the ways," She tries again, "We strengthen our bonds is through intercourse." They hadn't gotten around to introducing that to the dessert world just yet. They'd been debating it when White Lily â Pure Vanilla shook her head and focused back on Fount, who was still watching her.
"Do you know what that means, little Fount?"
Fount shook her head, dark curls rustling against the pillows.
"Intercourse is, typically, sexual contact between two or more individuals." Pure Vanilla feels so clinical explaining sex, "It," she sighs and tries a different approach, "It's where we touch each other to make each other feel good â,"
"Intercourse!" Fount sits up, startling Pure Vanilla, "I want to have intercourse with you, Pure Vanilla!" She wraps her arms around her neck.
Pure Vanilla blushes and chuckles, "W-Well, I'd like to show you what intercourse is like...let go, bunny." She coos as she lays Fount back down.
Fount lets go and watches Pure Vanilla with less of a curious eye and more of an eager eye now.
Pure Vanilla smiles, "Me, personally, I like to ensure my Coven Sisters are properly relaxed."
"Does that matter?" Fount asks curiously.
"Not to some." Pure Vanilla answers honestly, "But I've always enjoyed," she slips her hands under Fount's nightgown and smiles at her gasp when she cradles her ribs in her hands, "Feeling my partner and grounding her in her body."
Fount's mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.
"I'd like to feel you now, bunny."
"P-Please?" Fount answers wobbly.
Pure Vanilla smiles and rubs her hands as far down Fount's waist as she can with half the nightgown still buttoned. When she goes as far down as she can go, she rubs her hands back up, bending down and curling her arms around Fount's back.
Pure Vanilla keeps her eyes on Fount (who keeps her wide eyes on her) as she opens her mouth and begins to press kisses into her navel.
Fount's breathing becomes erratic and her head falls back.
Pure Vanilla smiles and closes her eyes to fully enjoy the creamy, soft, sweet taste of Fount's skin. She continues to rub her back and slowly kisses her way up to her ribs.
As predicted, the change makes Fount gasp and her back arches off the bed, pressing the underside of one breast to the bridge of Pure Vanilla's nose.
Pure Vanilla eases her hands out from behind Fount and comes back to massage her hips.
Almost pathetically, Fount's legs relax and fall open.
Pure Vanilla's hands then rub up the side of her torso until she cups Fount's breasts. Fount gasps and looks back at her.
Pure Vanilla smiles up at her and leans up to kiss her. Fount squeaks and goes back to trying to squirm and close her legs. Fount's tense and awkward, but a fast learner. Just as she starts to relax into the kiss and let Pure Vanilla take the lead, Pure Vanilla rolls her thumbs over her nipples.
Fount gasps into their kiss and Pure Vanilla carefully darts her tongue into her mouth. She moans softly.
How can one person taste so sweet everywhere??
"Wh-what was," Fount gasps between kisses, "What was that â,"
"Shhh," Pure Vanilla reassures her with a firmer kiss, "It's good." She licks her way back into her mouth, "Let me," She sighs as the taste of Fount quickly becomes her favorite flavor, "Let me show you." She rubs her thumbs over her nipples again, and when she feels them perking up, she gently rolls them between her thumb and forefingers.
Fount whimpers.
"No, no, baby bunny," Pure Vanilla coos, "Let it out." She squeezes her nipples a little more.
Fount lets out a shy moan, almost a gasp, and her hips roll against her knee.
Pure Vanilla's mind short circuits when she feels something hot, wet, and sticky on her knee. She has to pull back and bite her tongue to keep from suffocating Fount any further. Her fingers leave Fount's nipples, and she stares at her handiwork.
"I-Is that all?" Fount sounds disappointed.
Pure Vanilla leans down, purposefully pressing her thigh forward as she ghosts her mouth over one nipple, "Not even close, baby bunny." She whispers before taking the nipple into her mouth.
Pure Vanilla doesn't keep her hands idle, she gets to work unbuttoning the rest of Fount's nightgown while she suckles on a nipple. Fount breathes heavily and squirms. Eventually, she realizes she gets the most pleasure from grinding against Pure Vanilla's thigh, so she begins to furiously hump her leg.
The second the nightgown is ripped off of her, she gasps, "I-It feels like I'm on fire down there."
And Pure Vanilla takes care of that, too. Leaving her nipple with one last kiss, she moves down and wordlessly dives in tongue first.
Fount gasps and grabs Pure Vanilla's hair. Pure Vanilla just keeps her eyes closed and loses herself in Fount's beautiful, sweet juices.
Fount moaned and rolled her hips against her face.
The sun was low in the sky, but Pure Vanilla taught Fount every possible way to make love.
She ate her out until she came unexpectedly (and then she had to explain what an orgasm was).
Then she fingered her until she squirted with a squeal.
And for hours, she thrusted their clits together in every possible position the virgin witch could handle.
If Pure Vanilla wasn't careful, she was going to become addicted to Fount.
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Fuck Iâm at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and Iâm probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterdayâs night âjust for fun and because I donât want any bagel to be mad with meâ, and todayâs afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
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Black Sapphire putting on a big relieved and happy face when he sees the twins, with the only sign of annoyance shown at the news Candy Apple is spending some time in the Faerie Kingdom (away from Recluse and the twins.) Shadow Milk doubts Eternal Sugar for a moment. It wouldn't be the first time she tried to turn them against each other.
But he watches him. Just to be sure. Just to be prepared.
(A quiet gift given after his visit to Eternal Sugar was Recluse's own eyes in the Spire, so they're both watching.)
Black Sapphire looked down at Recluse and his (blegh) half siblings.
"Twins." He mused softly, "How...unexpected."
"It was touch and go with your brother, but ol' auntie Flour had it handled." Shadow Milk chuckled. He watched Black Sapphire for a reaction like a hawk.
Black Sapphire's face remained unreadable. Then he blinked and turned to Shadow Milk, "I'll be able to give my report whenever you're ready." He smiled. Then he glanced back at Truthless Recluse and nodded, "Recluse." And he walked away.
Truthless Recluse winced as Pure Starberry unlatched, he traded hands with Shadow Milk, "Well...I think he reacted better than you thought he would." He accepted Starlight Vanilla from him and freed his other breast from his robe so he could latch on.
Starlight Vanilla squirmed and fought to latch.
"Ohhh, please..." Truthless Recluse gently patted his back, "Come on..."
Shadow Milk held Pure Starberry on his shoulder and began to gently rock bounce and pat her back. He hummed thoughtfully and stared at the door his oldest walked out. He closed the eyes in his hair and opened up his eyes in the Spire.
He glanced at Truthless Recluse when he sighed, "There you go, good boy." He brushed their son's few stray curls out from his face.
His eyes in the Spire watched Black Sapphire return to his room, hang up his microphone and go to the bathroom.
Shadow Milk stopped watching.
Maybe...maybe Flour had been wrong. Maybe Sugar was trying to turn him against their son.
There was...there was no way Black Sapphire would have killed nearly half a dozen of his siblings.
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