alandofhoneyedfruits

[alandofhoneyedfruits]

uh HI i forgot this blog existed lmao oops

it’s pretty much dead and probably will be dead unless FF suddenly comes back for me (i lost a lot of interest when i lost my 100+ level account in that whole...thing that happened)

BUT if for whatever reason you want to stay in contact w/ me you can hit me up on @owillofthewisps (mostly the witcher but also me screaming about things/general chaos) or @flintstrikes (anime mostly)

#if not tho! i hope you have stayed healthy and well thru the pandemic and that life is gentle to you in the future #both of them are also x reader accounts bc i have a brand to maintain #also lmao wow we sure did almost have a coup today but that's on the other blog so

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Times are troubling and hard right now-but never forget, your Beet loving Grandmother loves you very very much and wants you to be safe.

And for you to eat your vegetables.

#art #comic #*screams into hands* #i literally logged in solely bc i want as many people as possible to see this #this is everything i've ever wanted #i can't even explain #long post #i wish i could write like this lol #abuse tw #i will never get over the export line #and the damnation and hope in it

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Cloud Tea

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Commission Info

#oh!! oh op this is so beautiful #ff cloud tea #art

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what’s up it’s 2:12 in the morning and i’m feeling some kinda way and have zero fucks to give so here have a smutty lil blurb.  nsft beneath the cut and brief mentions of choking and maybe some dom/sub undertones.

it was always gonna be peking that got me back on my food fantasy bullshit

*ollies out*

even now, with a sunrise smile rising pearly soft on his lips and his thumb gentle against the ridge of your cheekbone, peking’s eyes are cutting.  he slips under your skin like a stiletto blade, flays you open beneath his knowing gaze.

he has eyes like the sun, gleaming golden in the light, and if you look too long - if you look too long, it makes your very bones ache.  peking speaks to you softly, kindly, but there’s something massive and echoing just beneath the sound of him, as if the fire that lives inside him has charred him hollow, burned his bones black beneath his unblemished skin. 

your chest heaves, the soft curl of his smile hooking into the space between your ribs like brambles.  your fingers tighten against his vest.

“come now, attendant,” he chides and you tilt as he nudges you, bare your throat to his silken mouth.  peking moves like water, an ever-changing current, and today he flows greedy, setting his teeth against the soft skin of your neck. “you think i tire of you? what nonsense.”

the scrape of his teeth pricks sharply through you, the first flash of lightning in a far-off summer storm. 

he palms your breast, kneads the soft flesh until you suck in a sharp breath. he thumbs at your tight, pebbled nipple, rolls it and pinches lightly.  heat pools in your cunt. he slips his hand beneath your sleep shorts, his fingertips tracing a line of fire across the tender skin of your inner thigh. the contract thrums as he cups you, his palm pressing tight against your cunt. the moan spills from you like wine.  you’re already wet enough to soak through your underwear, the cloth clinging to your cunt as he presses up against you until your hips jolt forward, chasing the friction of his palm. peking chuckles softly, and it makes you think of the way his fingers curl tight around your neck some nights, how he steals your breath away with his kiss.

your hand drops to encircle his wrist without thinking, your hips rolling into the feel of him.

“enough, attendant,” peking says sternly, and his voice is a blade wrapped in silk.  you let your fingers fall away, flex them at your side.  he hums a quiet approval.  it darts through the contract like starsong, makes your cunt clench.  he scrapes his teeth along the ridge of your collarbone, and then the wet heat of his mouth closes around the stiff peak of your nipple.

he pushes your underwear to the side and slides a finger into your slick cunt. you gasp out a breath, and he pushes in another finger, and then a third, until you are split wide on him.  it pushes desperately close to your limits, for him to fill you so quickly, and peking bites at your breast, gazes up at you with molten eyes. you buck, hips pushing up without thought, but peking holds you down with no effort, keeps you pinned to the wall with just his hand on your hip. he spears deep into your cunt, rests his thumb against your clit, the touch feather light. flickers of lightning climb up the ladder of your spine.

“tell me, attendant,” peking says, his words a humming rumble against your skin, “were you greedy for my touch even in the beginning? did you think of my fingers buried in you in those first nights after i stepped through the flames and you bound yourself to me?”

he thrusts, drags his fingers against the fluttering walls of your cunt, and you couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to, too busy gasping for air. peking has long known how to unravel you.

“how easy it is,” peking says, laying a biting kiss against the column of your throat, “to make your pretty mouth open for me.”

his thumb rolls over your clit hard, and you cry out, low and heated. you clench down on him.  he quickens the pace of his fingers, drives into you with deep, fast thrusts before curling them.  he fucks you until your thighs start to tremble.  when you start to clamp your thighs shut around his hand, he slows until the sparks cool into embers, slows until you whine. 

“greedy,” he chides, but he pushes deep once more, fucks you with sharp thrusts. the contract buzzes under your skin, sends you fluttering tight around him, and he strokes at your clit until the pleasure is edged with steel, biting at your nerves. he spreads you wide around his fingers, opens you for him to remake you. peking sweeps hard, tight circles over your clit, thrusts deep, buries his long fingers into the clutching heat of your cunt until you are a choir of moans, the sounds half-sobs. he twists his fingers within you and presses a gentle kiss against your lips.

the lightning gathering in your spine strikes ground, flashes through you as white heat, and your voice breaks on peking’s name as you clench around his fingers, thighs trembling, your pleasure a falling star, incandescent and streaking bright under your skin. he tilts your chin up, makes you look at him as you cum on his fingers, dripping wet like summer fruit. 

a small smile curves across his lips as he watches you shake apart. his gaze is that of a dragon surveying its hoard, distant and possessive in the same breath.

“you’re always pretty like this, attendant,” peking murmurs, his voice slow, thick honey trailing across your heated skin. you keen quietly, your voice raw. “i could watch you unravel on my fingers all day.  perhaps one day, i’ll keep you on speared open on my fingers until you can barely stand.”

his golden eyes glimmer, and in them, there is something - something ancient, something other, and even drunk with pleasure, legs coltish and quivering, you cannot help but think - oh. 

he will never tire of you, you think, because peking does not let go of what is his.

#nsft #peking duck x reader #food fantasy x reader #ff peking duck x reader #peking duck x master attendant

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l m a o leave it to food fantasy to get wiped from my phone and switching accounts isn’t working during a big event!

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#ff boston lobster #i'm #dead #art #just #leave me to die

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*muffled screaming in the distance*

sp boston oh my god i’m just gonna go lie down

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i live again

i live mainly to say that the hyperfixation switched and switched haaaard so i won’t be around that much but i will likely come back at some point!

also like many others i’m in work hell bc of covid-19 and burning tf out so

stay safe and well y’all! wash them hands!!!

#i do have another much more active blog that i am happy to share #but it's literally just me screaming about the witcher so #enter @ ur own risk

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#my GORLS #ff surstromming #ff rum

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food fantasy asks, because i’ve never seen any before!

1. when did you start playing?

2. who was your first UR?

3. who’s your favorite food soul? favorite ship, if you have any?

4. who’s your most powerful food soul?

5. do you have your dream card? if so, how’d you get them? if not, how much have you tried for them?

6. do you read the stories?

7. favorite fallen angel?

8. are you pledged to any food souls?

9. what food soul do you most want to have an english VA?

10. do you participate in events?

11. do you have any 5-star souls?

12. do you have any skins besides ascended ones and default ones? how’d you get them? what’s your favorite?

13. do you spend real money on the game? would you for your favorite soul?

14. if you could summon any food soul in real life, who would you summon? why?

15. chinese, japanese, or english voices?

16. least favorite soul? why?

17. who’s in your display case on your profile? why?

18. what level are you?

19. do you make teams based on power or how much you like the food souls?

20. do you make fanart? fanfic? what have you contributed to the fandom, show us!

#ask memes #ohhhh yeeee!!

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#a Mood

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peking had to change his preferred Fallen because these ones just flock to him

you’ve never heard something like a moan filtering through the soft loam of the forest on early winter nights when the bare branches clatter against each other like cracking knuckles?  when the sky is bleak and the light so dim that you’re not sure how you’re casting a shadow at all, let alone being able to figure out why it doesn’t move like a smooth ripple anymore, but something jagged and jerking? 

What kinda FooFan shit is on y’alls minds?

#death mention #murder mention #this Fallen makes me think of something lurking and veiled #just under the forest's surface until you step a little too close #and then. #whoops.

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rich in stars

#aes #gif

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for some reason rn i cannot string this together in a way that is pleasing to my brain BUT

thinkin’ about a Fallen that manifests solely around the energy around unmarked graves

What kinda FooFan shit is on y’alls minds?

#death mention #murder mention #since that is...specifically what i'm thinkin' about #like y'know the moss or whatever that almost only grows where bodies are and they can use it as a locator sometimes? #that. #but a Fallen.

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/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\

#hello??? #i'm in love??? #cats

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no matter how hard they try, no one can truly explain how balls to the wall weird being an adult is

apparently i am now (technically) in possession of seven (7) grave plots?? at least?? and i have to sign paperwork to indicate that i’m the person that other people need to have sign off in order to bury people???

#death mention #y'all... #i cannot even EXPLAIN how fucking weird my adult life has been

[alandofhoneyedfruits]

Tteokbokki - Butterfly Spring

"These dancing butterflies look just like my sister~"

#cause of death: this skin #ff ddeokbokki #it's so cute!!