#strawberry wine anon

[myshredda]

Don’t mind me, just thinking about how in the jobs Ep when yellow’s literally FUCKING DYING, Duck screams at Red to “DO SOMETHING!”, because he’s always been the one to save them. To “turn off the machine”, if you will. I think the reason why Duck is the most distressed by change is because he doesn’t have the power to fix it, which is why he’d rather stick to the script. It’s because Yellow and Red hold those cards, even if they don’t realize it. It may explain his disappointment in Red. -🍓🍷

Yes exactly!!! Because Red was the one who wandered into a position of power in that episode, so Duck and Yellow (floor workers) are completely powerless compared to him socially. The trusted him to make the right decision, and instead, he acts selfishly and only operated to save his (and the company) from being held accountable.

The jobs episode is one of my absolute favorites just because of the way they so easily weaved all of this social commentary into a silly puppet show with gratuitous gore! Red became the "Boss" by happenstance, he was in the right place at the right time, he has no idea what he's doing but everyone around him (the fax machine and the rubbish bin) are yes men, they constantly stroke his ego BECAUSE he's the boss, regardless of how well he's actually doing the job (which is badly, because he DOESNT WORK HERE) and in the end, when an employee has been injured due to the unsafe working conditions of the warehouse, he fires the employee instead of taking charge and helping the situation in anyway. It was self-preservation and saving face for the company.

Yellow, who had worked at the factory for 40 years at that point, is retiring. He's wasted his entire life at the factory, he's got no friends or family outside of this job, having met his "wife" simply because she's next to him on the line, and has re-modeled his entire personality into fitting into the workplace as seamlessly as possible. He's seriously injured as a senior, and instead of getting helped, he's fired. With no retirement, his medical bills would be ASTRONOMICAL and that's only if he survived the incident. He'd be mentally, emotionally, and physically scarred for the rest of his life, with no help from the place of employment that he poured his entire soul into.

Duck, the most outspoken of the three, is immediately fired for questioning the system, and is tossed into a pseudo-helpful therapy situation that's obviously supposed to be a critique of how even mental health resources have been co-opted by the capitalistic systems we're all trapped in. The therapy isn't to help Duck feel better, it's a bunch of buzzwords and empty platitudes and forced medication that would get him back to work as fast as possible, and when he refuses, a physical representation of the system (the care hound) LITREALLY chews him up and spits him out. Finally, he's back in the workforce, because the other alternative is virtually impossible to live in. It's been made into a hostile culture of either working until death, or being shunned by society and your peers, and most people choose the former for a sense of stability in an already unkind world.

TLDR:

Red represents those of us that are allowed to fall upward, either by change or due to random circumstance. Those that fall into a job and work it their entire lives, never once having to see the realities and hardships of life, and only work to further their own life, disreguarding the rest of us without a second thought.

Yellow represents most of society, who give their entire lives to a thankless job and are discarded once they're no longer useful in a capitalistic society. Left to suffer and die after working thanklessly for his entire youth.

Duck represents those who try to fight against the system, and are told there must be something wrong with them mentally. Pill and therapy forced onto those who feel disillusioned with life in a endless grind of work and when you're finally sick of it you're shunned, ostracized, and (eventually) reprogrammed.

After all, you must be mentally ill if you don't want to waste your entire life in a factory with no free time, lousy pay, eat the same bad food over and over again, and retire with only a 'thank you' card and shitty speech from a boss you rarely saw that does as little as possible and eats diamonds while you choke down cups of rancid oil.

[vamp-a-day]

day 59

i think the strawberry in their jam is like the iron in our blood

[seokgyuu]

+ how many parts are we getting?? 👀

it's gonna be a two parter so one more coming!! 🤭

[min-imum]

corruption kink mingyuuuu 😩

nsfw, mdni

content warnings: afab!reader, food play a little bit, corruption kink duh, innocent!reader

you’re so real for this anon. i can just imagine going out on a picnic date with him — you’ve been rambling excitedly about the picnic for fifteen minutes and all he can think about is how good your little sundress looks on you.

“uh-huh, yeah,” he responds to something you say. he’s not quite sure, but he thinks he heard you say something about wine and sandwiches and um. um…

he tries his hardest to snap out of it, but every time he looks in your direction he just wants to ruin you. his pretty little girlfriend, absolutely adorable, all dolled up for him in the cutest yellow sundress. the sweetheart neckline had him half-hard the second he saw you, and the more your eyes light up with childlike, innocent excitement, the more he wants to make you cry on his tongue, his fingers, his cock—

“gyu!” you call, oblivious. “i found a spot, we could sit over here!”

“okay,” he answers, holding the picnic basket in front of his crotch in a way he hopes isn’t obvious. he might be horny but he’s still your gentleman boyfriend. “i’ll set up the mat. don’t you lift a finger, sweetheart.”

you giggle, successfully wooed over, and he flushes down the back of his neck.

—

he’s not sure if he wants to run away or stay here forever.

after finishing your picnic lunch, you’d cuddled up to him and used him as support to lean on. it had been fine until you turned to face him to talk to him, and then started leaning on him. he wonders if you even realise that your tits are pressed against his arm right now.

his cock strains against his pants, bulging painfully against the seam of his jeans. but he doesn’t ask you to move away. he would never! he loves having you close, but you’re just so cute, so innocent that he can’t help but want to absolutely wreck you.

you dip a strawberry into chocolate and offer it to him. “aaah~” you say, prompting him to open his mouth so you can feed him. he obliges, smiling as he bites into the strawberry.

“is it good?” you ask, eyes wide.

“mhm,” he says, chewing. “the strawberry is really sweet.”

“ooh, i wanna try too!”

he watches as you dip the other half of the strawberry into the chocolate, and as you’re bringing it to your mouth, the chocolate drips onto your chest.

before he can think, he moves, head going down to your chest, and he licks up the drop of chocolate and the thin trail it left. then it clicks, and he panics, jolting away.

“shit, fuck,” he mutters to himself. “i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to.”

he watches as you shift nervously, and guilt builds in his chest. it’s all his fault for not being able to control himself. god. what was he thinking?

“w-well,” you clear your throat. “couples usually… couples usually do that sort of thing, right?”

“yes,” mingyu says, cautiously. “but we haven’t discussed doing anything like that, and you never gave me your permission to do that. so i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should have controlled myself better.”

“controlled?”

he wants to scream. do you not know how pretty you look? do you not know how much he wants to hold you down and have his way with you and mark you up and teach you all the dirty things he loves?

“well, baby, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re looking extra pretty today,” mingyu smiles, ignoring his raging boner. “and… it makes me want to kiss you all over and make sure everyone knows you’re mine. you know? i just want to keep you for myself.”

“oh,” you nod. “well, i heard about, um, doing… things… from my friends, and… i think i would like to try doing those things with you, gyu.” you’re blushing hard as you speak, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “but you have to teach me. i… i’ve never done anything before, so i…”

it’s like a flip switches.

he tilts your face up to look at him with a hand on your cheek. “you want me to teach you, baby?”

your eyes go glassy. “yes, please,” you whisper, and he’s a goner.

he crashes his lips onto yours, and a surprised moan escapes you. you’ve kissed before, but never like this, and you realise you really like this. when he pulls away, eyes half lidded, you whimper a quiet little “more” and he’s descending on you again, kissing the air out of your lungs.

finally, he pulls away, panting. his lips are swollen. his eyes are dark, pupils blown, and you have no doubt you look the same.

“let’s go home, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

“don’t want anyone to watch while i’m pleasuring my sweet girl.”

[bad268]

omg im obsessed with your work! could i please request kimi antonelli and a reader who is just kind of sad and cries a lot? or just like some general comfort? xx

Strawberry Margarita Mix (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Menstruating! Reader)

Clingy Antonelli Universe

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (Also, combined this with #3, Figure Skating Anon <3 I love both of you and I hope yall don't mind I made this part of Clingy Antonelli)

Warnings: Menstruating reader, midol mentioned, aged up Kimi

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1430

Summary: The reader's period makes them a little emotional, but Kimi knows the trick.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It didn’t happen a lot, but whenever you were the clingy one, it meant everything was wrong and the world was gonna end. It was usually only a problem when you didn’t feel good, which was rare. The other common reason occurred every month like clockwork. Your period was one of the worst things you could experience, and it was always a role reversal for you and Kimi. 

He was usually the clingy one, but during your monthly hell week, your level of cling outweighed him easily. It sucked when he had a race, but the summer break was one of the few times you did not have to worry about being separated for races or the like. He made it very clear to any team he signed with that there was always one week a month that he would not be coming in for anything unless it was absolutely necessary. Mercedes was no exception.

Granted they knew about you since you and Kimi had been dating for as long as they could remember, but when he got signed to the F1 team, they continued their original agreement. 

And that’s where you were now. 

You were supposed to be on a boat somewhere in the Maldives, but no. You were curled up in your room, crying because you ran out of strawberry margarita mix. You may have been completely miserable, but you wanted to at least pretend you were on vacation, and when you saw the mix was gone from the last time you wanted to get into the vacation vibe, you just cried.

“I can get you more, amour (love),” Kimi comforted as he wrapped you in his arms, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face. He really wanted to take you seriously, but this was the seventh time you cried today.

The first was because you couldn’t find the remote. Then it was the sunrise was so pretty, it brought tears to your eyes. Then the water was too cold when you took a bath. That was Kimi’s fault, and he apologized. Next, you accidentally stained your favorite pair of sweatpants which were actually Kimi’s, and your throw blanket. You had two separate episodes from that. One because you stained the paints and blanket, and another one because you didn't want to do laundry. Lastly, you cried because you felt like you were missing out.  

This vacation in the Maldives had been planned with a group of your friends, and seeing their posts on Instagram made you feel like you were missing out. However, a small part of you also knew you would be miserable in the Maldives too. You’d rather subject Kimi to your moodiness rather than your entire friend group, but you were experiencing some major FOMO.

Then Kimi had the incredible idea of doing similar things at your apartment like drinking margaritas and tanning, and you planned to go to a beach later in the week. It sounded like a great plan at first, but as soon as you saw there was no strawberry margarita mix, it felt like the end of the world.

“No,” You wined as you hid in his chest. You wanted to stop the tears, but it was harder said than done.”I wanted strawberry margaritas.”

“We have classic lime. Does that work until we can get more?” Kimi tried to offer as he swayed you two back and forth and ran his fingers along your back in a comforting manner. 

“No,” You dragged out again with more tears as you sort of melted in his arms to sit on the ground in the fetal position. You weren’t crying about the margarita mix anymore. Your cramps started flaring up and the last thing you wanted to do was stand. “I hate this.”

I know you do amour (love),” Kimi consoled as he sat on the kitchen floor beside you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He also snaked his hand between your thighs and stomach to place his hand on your tummy as a makeshift heat pack for the time being. “I know it hurts now, but you’ll get through this. You’re the strongest person I know, and I know you always prove to be stronger each and every month.”

“I don’t feel very strong,” You muttered as you turned to bury your face in his neck, inhaling his calming scent. “Why does it always have to be so painful?”

“How about this?” Kimi starts, He moves his arm from your shoulders to hold your chin, forcing you to look at him. He gently whipped away the stray tears from your cheeks before placing a light kiss to your lips. “I think you just need some pampering and cuddles, so why don’t we go and watch a movie in our room? We can have all of the snacks you want, and if you’re feeling up for it, we can go out for your favorite pasta later. How does that sound?”

“I think that sounds like heaven,” You sighed as you leaned into his hand.

“Good, you go get comfy, and I’ll grab anything and everything you could want,” Kimi left one last kiss on your nose before standing, holding his hand out to help you up as well. 

“Except the margarita mix?” You joked lightly when you stood up, smirking at Kimi as you teased.

“Except for the margarita mix,” Kimi sighed with a small smile. “Now, go before I leave you in the bed all alone.”

“No!” You shouted as you immediately clung to his arm as tears sprung into your eyes again., “Don’t say that!”

“I’m kidding amour (love),” Kimi chuckled as he kissed your forehead before looking back at you. “I promise, I’ll be in our room in like 5 minutes. You go pick a show or movie, and I’ll get all of the snacks for you. I’ll also get your hot water bottle. Let me handle all of it while you get comfy.”

Begrudgingly, you left his side to go take a quick shower to wash off before putting on a new t-shirt and sweatpants, taking care of your products as well. Then you set up in bed. You laid out a towel on our bed just in case a leak happened again before you got comfortable under your comforter and loaded up Netflix. You went to your comfort movie/show and prompted it up for when Kimi came in. Speaking of Kimi, it had definitely been more than five minutes. You gave him a couple extra minutes, thinking he lost track of time, but it didn't take long for him to walk in the room with everything. 

Every comfort snack, drink, candy, and ice cream you had ever mentioned. He had everything for you. He also had a glass in his hand, but you couldn’t see what it was. You assumed it was your comfort drink already poured out. He set all of the snacks around the bed before setting your Stanley cup on your bedside table beside a couple of Midols. He always put water in it and encouraged you to stay hydrated. Then, he put the glass in your hand.

“Thank you, baby,” You said as you took a drink from the glass and immediately made a shocked face. “Strawberry margarita?”

“Don’t be so shocked,” Kimi chuckled as he sat next to you under the covers. “It was pretty easy when you can get things delivered. I have us stocked for a while, so any time you want a margarita, you let me know.”

“Not just any margarita, Kimi,” You graned as you leaned into his side, “A strawberry margarita.”

“Oh, my bad,” He teased back as he played the movie/show. This was what you needed. Just to be held by him. That’s all you wanted and needed in this moment. It was like as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, you were gone. You snacked a little on what was around you, but honestly, crying took a lot out of you. You were ready to just collapse for the next week. You didn’t want to yet, though. You still had one more thing you wanted to say. 

“Kimi,” You whispered as you looked up at him from your place on his chest. He hummed in response, almost asleep but not totally gone yet. “Thank you for putting up with me. Ti amo (I love you).”

“Ti amo di più, mia vita (I love you more, my life),” He whispered back, pulling you tighter against his chest. “Sempre (Always).”

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Part 4 ->

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[semperamans]

your anon here. QUICK. don’t imagine benny coming home to his girl a little drunk. and he’s sheepish abt it, but he gets in beside her and she’s still awake. she went out to the beach with her brother that morning and boy, is she sunburned. benny can’t help but smirk.

hi sweet darlin'! we need an emoji for you or some kind of identifying thing so i know when my fave person comes in my inbox!!

"mm, benny?" your voice is coated with fatigue and, what's that? strawberry wine? he thought he heard the slight blurring of letters on your tired tongue. you smell like summer: sunscreen and salt water and sweat but beneath that benny can smell himself on you, a likely product from what transpired in the wee hours of morning, and it drives him wild. "s'me, doll. don't worry." and you look anything but worried. you're sprawled across his bed wearing that tiny little sleep set with the too big straps that slip down your shoulder and he's just a man. just a man in love with you. and when you raise your head from the pillow and give him that sleepy little smile and that look like he's the only person you want to see, well, he's glad he's already on his knees. crouched next to the bed, arms folded, cheek resting on his bicep, you can't help but think he's the sexiest, cutest thing you've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. "come snuggle," you murmur, flinging out a hand, carefully pressing your index finger to the tip of his button nose. "you're too cute," you tell him. "gotta cuddle you or i'll die this instant." and benny is smirking because it's never just a cuddle with you, but that's okay, he'd love a repeat of love you made just that morning. "lemme shower, baby. then i'll take you up on that offer."

[featguler]

Hiii!Can you write some fluff featuring Fede Valverde? Maybe when it's like reader and fede's anniversary (or something like that) and he surprises reader with something! (Idk what)

(Sorry for not really explaining my idea better <3)

Btw I love your writing!!!♡

love is fast asleep ────── no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

♡ ────── pairing : federico valverde x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. pre-established relationship with fede, cute banters, fede is in looooove with reader omfg ♡ ────── wordcount : 1,232 ♡ ────── notes : i've been waiting for someone to request fede omfg he's sooo cute! and thank you so much, hope you enjoy this one, anon!! this is lightly based on noah kahan's strawberry wine, that song is so sweet and i feel like it describes him so much. sorry that this took so long, i was trying to think of what kind of surprise he would give reader. posted this just in time as my timeline fills with captain fede <333 ♡ masterlist.

Federico has got to admit that he is not usually one to simmer in hesitance.

You don’t get to where he is, after all, with self-doubt. You need strength, perseverance, confidence. Not everything that he has in life has been handed to him, but everything that he has in his life has been within his rights. He deserves everything that he has. He believes this.

Not everything that he has in life has been handed to him—yes, not everything. You, however, seem to be an exception. He can trace back all his accomplishments with his finger—the cause and reaction of every single goal he delivered, every single lap he ran, the contracts he signed—but not you.

No, no. 

You were handed to him, by some invisible hands, strung along with destiny that had led you to where he is.

His hands grip his steering wheel.

The moon is particularly bright tonight—on the car stereo, softly hums the love songs he carefully curated over the years, the ones you would mention that your parents would play as a child. Nostalgia is the best sort of romance; old school is where he bets his money at.

“Are we there yet?”

Federico didn’t make you put on a blindfold, but as he opens the door of the car and holds your hand as you step in, he insists that you have to close your eyes the moment he says so. He trusts you that you would keep your eyes closed. He trusts you enough.

“Close,” he says, glancing at you to drink in the way the moonshine reflects on the features of your face, and grins to himself, his face muscles aching in excitement.

It’s been three years since a mutual friend introduced the two of you, and two years since you got together—even so, Federico feels as though you’ve known him for all his life, as though you watched him grow up into his football jersey, into the man that he is.

Though at once, sometimes he wishes that he had met you sooner. You love him for all his scars and brittle parts, he is aware, but part of him figures that you would enjoy getting to know him when he was far gentler too.

You hum along to the melody of the song decorating the silence in the car. “You’ve been saying close for the past 30 minutes—I’m beginning to think that this is a kidnapping scheme, Federico.”

“Thirty minutes?” He repeats with a laugh, the car slowing down into a stop as he parks on a spot he had scouted for in the previous days. The moon slowly rises, and for a moment, Federico drinks in the sight of the kind crashing waves on the beach below them. “Only two songs have passed since you asked me the first time.”

“We stopped,” you ignored his response, eyes still shut. You press your palm against the dashboard, suddenly tense. “We’re here?”

“We’re here,” he laughs, “calm down, tiger. I’ll come and get you.”

The car keys lay flat in his pocket as he closes the car door behind him, walking over to your side.

“I smell salt,” you say the moment the sea air hits your nose as you extend a hand for Federico to gently grab. “And I hear water.”

“Aren’t you the smart one?” He chuckles, leading you out the car, for a moment placing his lips on top of yours as he shuts the car door.

You kiss him back, your other hand on the soft stubbles on his jaw. “Beach?” You ask.

He nods, as though you can see him, and places his forehead against yours. “Beach.”

Despite the way he longs to stay in that position, Federico eventually moves away, shifting his hand so that his fingers would intertwine with yours. He leads you to where the top of a short flight of stairs is carved out of natural stone and turns.

“Come on, darling,” he whispers, his grip around your hand tightening. “You’re closing your eyes, right? You gotta keep ‘em close.”

“Yes, baby,” you laugh, and for the thousandth time since he met you, he feels knots in his stomach.

He carefully leads you down the stairs, whispering encouraging words.

“Almost there,” he looks behind him for a moment, “aaand, there we go, the last bit of stairs.”

Excitement rushes up his spine as you try to balance your stance on the sandy ground, his stomach churning in nervousness.

“Baby,” he calls out, suddenly.

“Hm?” You tilt your head, looking at the direction you think his voice is coming from and he chuckles at how slightly off you are, tilting your head with his thumb on your chin.

“Listen,” he says, “don’t open your eyes.”

“Fede,” you whine, hands reaching to feel his forearms.

“I know, I know,” he laughs, leaning down to kiss your lips, then your forehead. “I just…” He blows out a breath, “...oh, I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

He smiles at your furrowed eyebrow, your hands cupping his face.

“I don’t know,” he admits, not letting his nervousness shine through his words. He closes his eyes, bracing himself. “Alright, you ready?”

“When have I not been?” You jest, drawing out a laugh from him.

He touches the hand on his cheek. “Alright,” he says, as though trying to convince himself. “Open your eyes.”

Federico blows out another breath, stepping back and away from you as your eyes flutter open, taking in the scenery before you. A picnic blanket on the sand, far enough from the shoreline to be weighted comfortably with four pieces of round rocks on each corner. He thought about the lighting, mulled over it, but the moon ended up enough candlelight for the both of you. In the middle of the blanket is a large picnic basket—inside, Federico has compiled his favourite food, your favourite food, and a good bottle of wine.

You gasp, hands on your chest, and while you are taking it in, Federico rocks on his feet, his palms are getting sweaty so he has been rubbing them dry against his pants for the past few seconds or so you’ve opened your eyes.

You look back at him, eyes watering, for some reason neither you or him knows.

“H-how?” You stammer, and Federico steps closer, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Panic begins to fester in the pit of his stomach, “a friend helped me— baby, are you okay?”

You shake your head, laughing, and as you laugh, “No— no, no… I just love you…”

Federico pauses.

“...so much. Did you know that?”

“Oh,” he murmurs, hugging your head into his chest, “my love. It’s just a picnic, darling. We’ve done this a billion times, haven’t we?”

The corner of his eyes begin to blur, and he strokes the back of your head, this time rocking the both of you.

“This is different,” you sob against him, “two years, dear god, we’ve come a long way haven’t we?”

Federico rests the side of his head on top of yours, the harsh evening wind acting like it can carry you two away from the ground. He turns to kiss your temple, then your cheeks, then the side of your head, anywhere he could get his lips on as the tears fall freely on his face.

“We have, my love,” he whispers, “we have.”

[zeeposting]

HEY GAYS, GUESS WHO MADE A LIST OF ALL THE ZEEVERSE CHARACTERS. lmk if theres one not on here and ill add them :3

zeeverse accomplices (tagging people): @gabedoessillystuff @ryuatewater @cloudstongue @millylostintheosc @zombieefish

Scroll

Quill

Fire Extinguisher

Globe

Azriel

Xen

School Bell

Paperclip

Lunch Tray

Eraser Cap

Box

Charger Block

Heartbreak Anon/💔

Grenade

Ace

Mic

Prism

Briefcase

Ornament Anon

Pot

Brick

TV

Pinwheel

Sharpie

Felt-Tip Pen

Mop

Notebook

WFS

Protractor

Glitchy 

Recorder

Beaker

Rapier

Wine

Cocktail

Mug

MG

Soda Bottle Cap

Cork

Anon that sent (fake) coords

Bucket

Basket

Nuclear

Ciel

Nyx

Dolphin 

Triangle

Spade

marxson 

Pinata 

Slasher

Mask

Acid

Taffy

Dynamite

VHS/Pager

Lunar

Ambulance

Milly

Debt Card

Danger

Exclamation Mark

Mango Juice

Strawberry Banana Smoothie

Fries

Cheeb

Lemonade

Curly Fries

Onion Rings

Potato

Lunar

Inkwell

[tubbytarchia]

hello number 1 jimmy understander. do u have jimmy fic recs 🎤

Whoagh what high praise!! I don't actually... :(

Sorry anon... All I can offer are some rancher fics since I combed all the way through that tag awhile back (I'll read more Jimmy fics in time I prommy):

"those were kinder times" by SurrealSupernaturalist - 10k words of ranchers doing rancher things. Light angst, mostly fluff and hurt/comfort as Jimmy's healing, and the agriculture elements in this were absolutely encapsulating. Cozy ranch life...

dull&slow by canarydarity (AO3)- The ranchers are arguing for 6k words and it hurts a lot but it's very well written

strawberry wine (and all the time we used to have) by canarydarity - 2k oneshot that nails the vibes of "peaceful insignificance". It's comforting and I enjoy Tango's introspection a lot

to build a home by pastelitey - Series of mostly fluffy scenarios after the ranch gets burnt down, 10k words. There's a few moments within here that made me feel a lot of things though

[myshredda]

I- There’s- there’s another one. I was gone for like a fucking hour and there’s another one……AND I LOVE HER!!! :D I bet she’d be the best at accessorizing (they all literally wear the bare minimum), and duck just so happy to have “someone who FINALLY UNDERSTAND FASHION!!” Eventually, Yellow comes up to her and is like: ”umm, could you help put, the uhh, rocks in my, what I’m wearing?” And she’s never had ANYONE ask her opinion so she’s SO EXCITED :D (he hates it but it was fun to do). -🍓🍷

lmao I love messages like this they're so funny to me, like it really did explode all at once. It's how I imagine Red feels after his husband shows up with a third yellow child it's just like.....okay we're doing this now.

Pink went to the Jojo Siwa school of acessorization and it's a little gaudy for Duck's taste but he's so relived that someone else in this fucking house appreciates the art of fashion so he's happy to help her with whatever she wants. Love the idea of Yellow slowly getting interested in it and being like 'I too enjoy shiny rocks......' before asking Pink for help. She just glues 87 rhinestones to the shaved portion of his haircut and he LOVES it but Red is like 'now how the fuck are you going to wash your hair' and Yellow's like 'i wont :O)' and red's like 'that is absolutely not happening'

She really doesn't like wearing jewelry herself but Yellow really does so she shows him how to make long chains out of pony beads and seed beads and he'll wander around the house with 10 of them on at once like he's at a rave

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW CLOSED 🩷💚🩷 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)

no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

[seokgyuu]

Strawberry Wine is so good already!!!! Love how you've written the chapter and the characters! also the plot aaaaaaaaa I'm in love!

ahhhh thank you so much!!! i really love the characters and am excited to show you guys more 🥹

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Could you do headcanons for how the sv + sve bachelorettes get when they're a bit tipsy

I actually wrote earlier (like a year ago) on a similar ask, only it was almost all vanilla residents without Expanded mod. But I don't mind repeating it, it'll just be a little different! Thanks for the question, dear anon 😊❤️

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Given that Penny hates all alcohol and has sworn never to drink anything strong, she became intoxicated by accident, drinking a cocktail that the young teacher mistook for fruit juice. And she doesn't like this state. She feels tired, sleepy, dizzy... Why is she staggering around? How can her mother drink beer and like this condition? Penny wants to go home, to sleep and finally get rid of the feeling of intoxication. Oh, she doesn't enjoy drinking, that's for sure.

The party for Abigail was just beginning, woohoo! After a couple of delicious cocktails based on hard liquor, the purple-haired girl felt a huge rush of energy and euphoria. She was ready to drag Sebastian to the dance floor, challenge Sam to a duel in an arcade machine, or something else crazy. But also when drinking alcohol, Abby could be a little aggressive. It even got to the point where she threatened a rude tourist with a sword (now there's a "No swords" sign in the Saloon. Sorry, Farmer).

Haley doesn't often go to the Saloon, preferring to drink liqueurs and martinis at home. In principle, two small glasses of sweet, strong alcohol are enough for a girl to tell herself to stop. In light intoxication, she becomes chatty, cheerful and flirtatious, sometimes a little capricious. But if she miscalculates and drinks too much, she gets sad and tearful (then nauseous and headachey. Ugh, hangovers suck).

Maru was very curious about what the strawberry wine she had been given for her birthday tasted like... Just a quarter of the bottle, and the young inventor left the rest for later, as she treats alcohol responsibly. With the alcohol in her blood, Maru became very talkative: a whole stream of words about her future inventions seemed to know no end. And she would talk even if no one was listening and until intoxication made her sleepy. So the most common condition is talkativeness and sleepiness.

Leah usually prefers to have a couple of glasses of wine at home, alone, after a finished sculpture or painting. Or in the company of a dinner of fresh salad or delicate goat cheese at the Saloon. Alcohol always makes her feel relaxed, and the ginger haired artist will gladly surrender to the hands of calm and serenity during a well-deserved break. Leah is pretty well tempered in terms of drinking, but always drinks in moderation as she's not too fond of losing her motor coordination.

A couple of speciality cocktails, the recipes of which were invented by Emily herself - and the blue haired girl will turn from an energetic and joyful person into a more energetic and joyful person. She can't sit still, she needs to move, she needs to have fun and she needs others to have fun too. No aggression, just a lot of movement. Most of the time Emily goes straight to the direction of the dance floor. Tolerates strong alcohol quite well, but she rarely drinks and doesn't allow herself to do so at work in the Saloon.

Sophia owns a Bluemoon vineyard, works there alone, and naturally also tastes the wine she makes before bottling it. Just a little bit, but enough to make her feel quite normal from a couple of three strong cocktails in the Saloon with friends. Sophia can get a little louder and more chatty, sometimes she might giggle loudly at some funny joke or wave her arms around, but overall alcohol doesn't change her too much.

As with Penny, Claire has no tolerance for alcohol and would rather have a cup of tea than wine or whiskey. And so it came to pass that Claire also accidentally took a sip of some strong drink, mistaking it for something else, and what she feared - a headache - began. A severe, unbearable headache from even the smallest amount of alcohol in the body. So when she drank alcohol, Claire's face would be creased with a dull ache, and she would be weak, sad, and slightly irritable.

No strong wine in the Ferngill Republic can make Olivia lose her ability to adequately assess her state of mind or darken her eloquence. She doesn't drink several bottles of dry red wine in one sitting, of course not, but the former Joja accountant has been visiting many wineries since she was 20 years old to try out different types of wine. Some people might think that Olivia gets a little impatient (even flirtatious for some) after the fourth glass, but no wine will make her say or do anything indecent.

[writingsofwesteros]

Daemon x reader who's Aegon's fiance and he seduces and fucks her just because he can lol.

Add the other anon's drinking cum from wine glass bit too!

Sorry I'm filthy but I wanna read this!!!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Oh, thank you.” You softly whispered to Daemon as he sauntered into the room. His hands held cups of wine before he passed you the white one you had asked for. The smirk he seemed to always wear was still stretching across his face. “Anytime.” He purred and you blamed the drink for the blushing you were experiencing. 

You ducked your head as you tried to clear those thoughts. Your soft lips brushing over the glass as you move to sip. Your eyes scanned the room as you watched Aegon down another drink. “Hm…” You hummed as the thickness surprised you. “A new wine. A rarity.” Daemon explained. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t describe.

“It’s delicious.” You hummed truthfully as you fought against sipping some more. His eyes followed your movements as he felt his cock twitching in his pants. Sipping some more and licking your bottom lip; you gently sat it down. Soon, the glass was empty and a near pout came over you.

“Here, let me.” Daemon hummed and gently took the glass from you. You smiled still; not realising Aegon closing in on you. Unknowingly, Daemon watched as Aegon leaned in and softly captured your lips; your tongues meeting before you giggled and ducked your head down. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Where are you going?” A soft frown came over your face as you locked eyes with your fiance. “Hmm, it’s a surprise.” He whispered; pressing his head to yours. Aegon leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Uncle and nephew shared a look as you turned and watched him leave the house.

“It seems it is just you and I.” Daemon hummed in amusement as you softly shook your head with a giggle. Your mouth opened to continue the conversation when his phone began to ring out. You hated the disappointment rising in your stomach as you reached for the hand food in front of you.

The strawberry juices moved over your fingers as you sucked on them for a moment. You reached for your own phone to buy you some time. The conversations and soft smiles continued around you before you were able to subtly slip from the room. It was as if you could breathe again.

“It was becoming crowded there.” Daemon hummed as he sauntered behind you; following you. “Yes…” You whispered nearly breathlessly as you turned back to him. His height makes you look up. The blush you had fought against that you still blamed on the wine was creeping up once more.

“You will be a beautiful bride.” The words fell from Daemon with ease and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp escaping you. His smirk only tugged on his lips some more as the door fell silent behind him. “Oh..thank you..” You whispered out; nearly babbling as you placed your phone down.

His smirk turned into a softer smile as he stepped closer to you. “Pretty in white.” He hummed; eyes dancing in amusement. An inside joke you were not privy to it seemed. You could only turn around and rest forward onto the kitchen island. Daemon only moved closer; his chest brushing against you.

You softly gulped as you looked down; delicately playing with your own fingers as he rested his head on your shoulder. “What are you doing?” Daemon only hummed and you hated the shivers coming over you. His hands slowly moved down your sides as you slowly moved back against him. 

This was wrong..what were you doing? Those thoughts raced through your mind loud enough for Daemon to hear. “I would treat you so much better.” Daemon purred and you couldn’t imagine being so bold. His lips softly brushed over your neck as his hands slowly moved up your dress.

Why were you not stopping him? “Shh, don’t think…I’ll do everything.” Daemon whispered into your ear. “Dae…” You moaned his name; your eyes widening as you felt your white lace lingerie being tugged down your legs. “Hmm, it seems you want this just as much as I do.” He purred his taunting. 

“I am to marry..marrying your nephew.” You whimpered out; hoping for him to see sense because you were not strong enough to push him away. Daemon only chuckled and soon he was pressing soft, open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh. Your eyes snapped towards the door with a whine.

His fingers softly brushed through your weeping folds from behind and had your body jolting. “Hmm, it seems we will be sharing our juices.” Daemon purred; his smirk on place as he licked up a stripe of your soaked pussy. You moaned and bit into your head as you pushed back into him.

“I ..haven’t..what are you saying?” You whimpered out. Daemon only chuckled before moving to harshly suck on your pretty clit. Your legs shook as your moans were only muffled by your hand once more. Daemon only hummed; the vibrations brushing against you as his tongue slipped inside.

Fuck, Aegon had never touched you this way. He could fuck you..and fuck you good, but your pleasure was never important to him. It was never like this. Your eyes were rolling back as you rocked. The sound of his slurping had you blushing madly as your stomach began to tighten some more.

“Good girl.” Daemon purred up at you. The praise had you moaning and he took that moment to push two of his fingers inside your weeping pussy. The sound of your wetness was obscene and echoed around the room. “Y/N….are you well?” You heard the voice of your soon to be mother in law.

“Yes…good!” You cried out to her; your hold tightening on the counter as you shook against him. Your eyes looked at the handle as it began to move. Daemon curled his fingers and watched as you squirted around his fingers. He kissed up your back and before you knew it; his fat cock pushed inside you.

“Daemon!” You cried out as he laughed. His hand moving over your mouth now as he pulled you back. “Take it…you want it, little whore. You’ve already taken my cum.” He whispered and had you looking towards the empty glass of wine. Your eyes widened as your soaked pussy clamped around him.

[wehaveimagineshere]

Oh you say you want more Carlos? I got more Carlos for ya! How do you feel about domestic fluff, cuz im thinking of a scenario where Carlos and Reader are newlyweds who just finished settling into their new house together after a long honeymoon, ready to live in bliss together (until the next BOW threat but we don't think about that). Could it be kept gender neutral too? Thanks! You write him so in-character I couldn't resist asking you for a little more!

Hell yeah more Carlos! Oh man, just thinking of them having finally unpacked most of the important boxes and just sitting down with the buzz of being freshly married and having their own home...

Love it anon. Thank you so much for sharing this prompt with me! <3

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"Hey, where are the mugs?"

Flopping your head back against the couch armrest, you squint your eyes in thought. "Uuuhhhh, top left shelf above the microwave."

A short pause from the kitchen. "Nope, these are the glasses."

"Shit. Uh."

"I'll just use glasses. You like the one with the flower decals, right?"

"Yep."

Silence settles back as you stretch your legs out, aching from the move and all the adventuring you'd done on your honeymoon. When Carlos said he knew how to have fun on vacation, you'd honestly expected him to be talking about the bedroom. Instead he'd taken you to beaches and cafes and hikes across multiple different countries, always having some sort of story to accompany each location.

One perk about being stationed all over the world was that after the work is done, you can explore a bit. And man had he taken notes.

"Where're the hot chocolate packets?"

How long was it going to take until you two could remember where everything was in this brand new house? "In the pantry?" Shifting, you spot the blanket folded along the opposite side of the couch and inwardly groan. Blanket warm, but moving bad.

"This kitchen looks so damn nice," you hear him call again. "We have the little hanging rack for wine glasses. That's fancy as shit."

"You said I could have whatever I wanted."

"Yeah, and I'm saying you're fancy as shit."

"Is that bad?"

"Hell no. People are going to think I'm sophisticated now."

"We can't have that. Don't want to lie to them."

There's another pause as you hear cupboard doors open and close. "How do you feel about strawberry hot chocolate?"

Your nose scrunches. "Uh. Ew? I thought we had caramel syrup?"

"Oh we do. But if you find yourself telling lies about me again you might just find yourself with strawberry hot chocolate."

Laughing quietly, you reply, "Who knows, I might just like it."

There's clinking of glasses. "That sounds like a quick way to divorce."

"You dragged me across so many trees and bugs and bears and I'm not demanding divorce. Sounds like you're a little bit of a baby. Little Carlos Oliveira, so fragile he can't let anyone know he grabs glasses from the cupboards like a peasant."

Finally, you spot your husband round the corner, two glasses of hot chocolate clutched in his hands. You sit up as he sets his down on the coffee table and holds out yours, pulling back when reach for it. "How much do you trust me?"

"Absolutely not at all with that question," you respond immediately, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

He hands the drink out again in silence, this time letting you take it from him. Settling down beside you and retrieving his own glass, he snags the remote and calls the tv to life.

Tucking a foot underneath yourself, you squint hard at the drink before giving your nonchalant boyfriend a side eye. "If this has strawberry we're getting a divorce."

"Now who's a fragile peasant?"

Pressing your lips together, hating that he's using your own words again you, you slowly bring the drink to your lips. Hesitate. Take a small sip. Hesitate. Take a larger sip. Smack Carlos across the shoulder. "You're such an ass."

"What? You got your caramel hot chocolate." Sitting back, he grabs the blanket you spied earlier and starts one armed shaking it loose. "The boys were right. Marriage sucks. Can't ever win."

Laughing, you lean into his side and take another sip. "I'm not going to forget this."

"Yes, your Majesty." Tossing the blanket over your laps, he curls his arm around your shoulders and tucks you in tight. "What do you want to watch tonight?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Well, there is that one movie that came out not long ago."

There's a pause. "You going to make me guess?"

"Maybe."

Placing a rather grumpy kiss on the crown of your head, he tosses the remote onto your side of the blanket. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Good. I don't want anything else taking that privilege from me."

In a faux murmur, he laments, "Who did I just get married to?"

Smiling wide, you shift so you're curled up and bring up Netflix. "The love of your life, obviously."

"I dunno, that ice cream back in Denmark has been haunting my dreams."

Unable to keep the laugh back from that one, you click onto your movie and settle back. "Alright big guy. Thanks for the drink."

"You're very welcome."