#winnie's answers

[alittleplaytime]

Winnie The Pooh Cottagecore Stimboard!!

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🌼 media: winnie the pooh

🐝age appropriate? absoloutely!! i love winnie the pooh while i'm regressed.

🍯 rqd by: @foggydetectivepainter

🌻 note: mostly based on the books because i feel those fit the cottagecore, whimsical vibes the most but also a lot of stuff inspired by the 1977 film!!

[canisalbus]

So sorry but this is all I could see in this picture

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[formulaonedirection]

last night's whole stream was great but underrated bit is finding out that lando called max earlier that day and woke him up from a nap because he was in a restaurant for lunch and wanted to ask what he should order

that's actually so domestic like that makes the mclaren mental health video he did even cuter because he says he calls his friends and he always feels better. And we've literally also seen him call Max while Max is on stream to tell him about golf or to tell him about what he's doing it's SO unbearably cute and weirdly intimate.

[boinky-doinky]

can you please draw the Winnie the Pooh meeting Alex Kralie

Thank you

Alex Kralie meeting Winnie the Pooh

[pixlokita]

I got honey 🍯 for the baby bear 🐻

🐻💖

[winniethewife]

Thank you for the headcanons winnie😭❤️

You just give the best and most accurate headcanons ever!

Congratulations on the 300 followers, btw😍 You deserve more!

For the second request, I wanna throw off the boys😌

I mean what's the point of requesting if there won't be anything smutty right?!

So, gimme gimme *grabby hands* the headcanons about how our moon boys would react when they are mad and the reader gets turned on by that😃

*looks at the camera breaking the 4th wall* Y'all...Lets do this. Give Mani what she wants.

Pissed/Cross/Enojado

Moon-Knight Smut head canons (Female reader)

Warnings: Smut under the cut, Angry sex, phone sex, degradation, mild violence, general toxicity,

Marc

Marc was pissed off. He had just had a pointless fight over the phone with some guy about something. You weren't paying attention to details.

you were a little more focused on the tingling between your legs

Marc doesn't get mad very often, if ever. So you had no idea what his angry raised voice would do to you.

When he comes into the room he continues to rant and rave, trying to release some of the built up tension That's when he notices your squirming

"Baby are you...are you turned on right now?"

After you hesitantly tell him that yes you are turned on by his behavior, he's taken a back. He doesn't really know how to respond.

It isn't until the next time he's pissed off at something that it comes into play.

You heard him growl intensely as he walked through the door and before you can even ask what's wrong, your back is against the wall and his lips are on yours. His hands grabbing you like you're the answer to all his problems

There's nothing that's going to stop him from taking what he needs

Your pants torn off, his weeping cock at your entrance, as he bites at your neck.

"God...Fuck...Need this...Need you"

Steven

Steven Hardly ever gets Cross. Unless its about work, and Donna.

He was going on and on over the phone to you about how much he was done with Donna and all the shite he had to do as a giftshopist.

you couldn't help but enjoy his irate rambling. a little too much even.

your hand drifting down your body as you listen to his voice, coating your fingers in your slick as you rub your fingers between your damp folds

"And I told her that she should shove it where the light don't shine, or at least I wanted to but...Love? are you alright? it sounds like your whimpering?"

you stop in you tracks and try to figure out how to answer his question. you decide honesty is the best policy and tell him that your touching yourself.

You can hear his breath hitch. he couldn't help it the thought of your fingers inside of you.

"I can be at yours in half an hour. Don't move"

the phone line clicks. and you follow his orders. When he comes rushing in the door you can see the outline of his cock in his pants as he looks at you desperately.

"So...you need me that badly love? well. Let me help with that."

Jake

Jake, knew he had fucked up the second he had thrown that plate. but he was so angry.

as the plate had whizzed past your head you knew you should have been scared, but instead you found your cunt clenching around nothing and your mouth going dry.

"Dios mío, Sstás bien? I'm so sorry, I don't know...what came over me." Oh, my God, are you okay?

He rushes to hold you and be sure you are alright but wasn't expecting this reaction, the way you melted in his arms, the soft moan that escaped your lips as his hands touched your hips. at first he gets more mad, you are turned on by this? of all things?

His grip tightens on you and the way he huffs in anger before quickly bending you over the nearby counter. yanking down your pants as he starts to mutter curses under his breath.

"Putita, just want to be fucked is that it? you like this? You like me like this? well lets see how you feel after this. eh?"

he pushes two fingers into you with frustration, not caring that your not wet enough, not caring as you cry out from the stretch of your walls.

you cry out, the feeling is so good, but almost too much. As he finger fucks you he lets out all his anger on your poor little pussy. bringing you to your climax again and again and again.

"Te gusta cuando estoy enojado? Te mostraré enojado!" Do you like it when I'm angry? I'll show you angry!

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[carlyraejepsans]

every time somebody draws sans skinny an angel dies but every time someone draws him right (fat) two angels are born

toby drawing him as a straight up orb in the yuzuru hanyu section of the valentine's newsletter has permanently healed something in my soul

sans ball oc real

[doppelcoworker]

JASPERRRRR!!

[Winnie runs into Jasper's office excitedly.]

hi. My mom, you're boss- said I could see you! How are you?

( @yourfavoritecousinwinnie )

"Feeling better… How've you been, Winnie?"

> [ He said, still reeling from a panic attack. ]

[toffoliravioli]

IS HE ACTUALLY

YES

(but fr congrats to Emma 💕)

[sagesolsticewrites]

did you see anto’s instagram story? riding the horse? the way he smirkedddd 😭 i need him in cowboy boots everyday from now on please and thank you

YES, YES I DID 🫠

Just when I think I’m mostly over my Anto obsession, this man does something to yank me right back in 😭

LOOK AT THIS DISNEY PRINCE. WHAT A MAN 🥰

[alittleplaytime]

Winnie The Pooh Stimboard!!

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🌼 media: winnie the pooh :3

🐝age appropriate? absoloutely!! i love winnie the pooh while i'm regressed.

🍯 rqd by: @coralobservationobject

🌻 note: this based more on the picture books than the cartoons because i love how soft and calming the visuals and story lines are, i hope that's okay!! imagine having a little picnic with him an eating soooo many baked goods (drizzled in honey of course)

[darling-winnie]

Lucerys losing the opposite eye tho. That would be poetic of lucemond just mirroring each other. Especially when Aemond has the sapphire and Luke having either a ruby or emerald eye.

They're also opposites in the way that Aemond wears an eyepatch all the time while Lucerys only wears his eyepatch when he's flying. Aemond was taught to be ashamed and cover his eye while Lucerys was taught to be proud and embrace the stares.

Lucerys wears an emerald eye when they return to the Red Keep to remind everyone that it was a Hightower that took his eye. A Hightower Queen Consort that can't seem to decide between staring at Lucerys or looking away. The whispers in court shift against the Greens when faced with the damage the Queen caused to the realm's lovely Lucerys.

[kirbythesixth]

hehehe....

you FOOL....

it is in FACT

[winnie-likez-starz]

I saw your art requests post :> stanley and the bucket?

Yep^_^ Stanley + the bucket!!

It's kinda been awhile since I've actually drawn him so yea it kinda looks bad🥲

[winniemaywebber]

hi winnie! for build a fic prompt, can i request this for jean or olive (whoever you feel like ):

1) a broken-down elevator

E) ankle

꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ “don’t bullshit me, i can hear your heart pounding.”

thank you ❤️❤️

hi friend! I'm sorry this took so darn long. I hope you enjoy it! I loved writing it <3 one of my new faves for sure.

Olive puts the final touches to her hair and make up, nervously glancing at herself in the hotel vanity. 

“Don’t you look as beautiful as ever?” Dougie compliments, sitting up in bed. 

“Thank you, darling,” she murmurs back in reply, her voice shaking slightly. She tries to hide it, clearing her throat and taking her eyes away from her reflection. He catches it instantly, Olive seeing Dougie’s head cocking from the corner of her eye.

“What’s up, doll?” “I don’t–I don’t know, actually. It’s a really important day and I just find myself extremely anxious.” “You’ll be fine once you get with the girls. Who’s going today?” “There’s Val and I,” she begins, counting on her fingers. “Jo, Jules, Vika…and Jean.” “There it is,” Dougie says, a triumphant tone to his voice as if he’d cracked open some cold case. “It’s Jean Crosby.” “And what about Jean Crosby?”

She stares James down, knowing he knows the truth yet wanting him to spit it out. She bites her lip anxiously, breaking the eye contact. “I don’t think Jean is all too keen on me, Dougie.”

“What makes you think that?” “We’ve barely said two words to each other - rather, she’s barely said two words to me.” She pauses for a second, contemplating her next verbalized thought. “It’s okay for her not to like me, it just sucks, y’know? I really wanted us to be friends,” Olive says, heat rising up her throat. “Especially because you and Croz are such good buddies. It would be perfect, but–” “Croz has always said she takes a moment to warm up to new people, honey girl.” “I know, I know,” she replies, her tone trying to brush him off. “But she’s warmed up to Valencia just fine.” “They have more in common, and Val was writing to Josephine for years; no wonder Jean feels like she knows her.” “Do you just have an answer for everything I say?” “Yes,” he says cockily, winking at her from the bed. “Now, put that worried face away. Gimme a smooch before you go, that’s it.”

***

“Jeanie Bug!” Harry Crosby calls from downstairs. “The cab’ll be here in a minute. Are you almost ready?” “Yes, Binger!” she yells in reply, wincing at her high strung tone. Grabbing her purse from her vanity, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before beginning to descend the stairs. “Here and ready,” she says, stuffing her feet into her black kitten heels. “How do I look?” “Lovely as ever, my little wife.”

Croz looks her over, taking in her ever present beauty before really registering her emotion. “You look nervous, darling. What’s the matter?” “Oh, nothing,” she replies, placing the shoe horn back in its drawer. “Just one of those days.” “Hmm,” Harry murmurs, slightly narrowing his eyes at her. “Don’t believe you.” “Believe what you want, Mr Crosby. I’m fine.” “Sure. Well, have fun. I’m sure you’re looking forward to seeing everyone.” He sees his wife wince, his eyes widening as he realizes he’s getting to the reason for her nervousness. “Not sure everyone’s looking forward to seeing me, Bing.” “Ah!” He says. “You mean English?” “Yes!” Jean relaxes instantly at his answer, shoulders sagging as if the weight of the anxiety had just left them.  “I don't think she's exactly raving about me, Bing”

“Give her time. Her life has just changed, gone totally upside down. She'll come around.”

“I hope it's sooner rather than later. I'd hate for her to think that I'm not welcoming her.”

“I know Olive. She doesn't think that. She's just a little subdued. You should have seen her those first few days with us. She was quiet as a mouse unless someone spoke to her first!”

“I don’t think I believe that.” She sighs at herself for her assumption, realizing at once that she’s being extremely unfair.

“Just try, okay? For Dougie…and for me.”

“Yes, dear,” she replies, teeth gritted.

“It’ll be okay. It’s just you're very intimidating sometimes”

“Binger!”

“Hey…I like it,” he says, kissing her softly as they hear the cab pull up outside.

“See you for lunch, Mrs Croz.”

***

The girls had all greeted each other with such gusto that they had acquired a few nasty stares from passersby, but they paid them no mind. Jean and Olive had exchanged a wry smile at one another, an attempt to remain polite under all the uncertainty.

“Come on, I’m excited!” Valencia commands in her Brooklyn drawl. She drags Olive by the hand, Olive scrambling to pull whoever is behind her by the hand too. It happens to be Jean Crosby, the two of them staring at one another blankly as the awkwardness began to rise. 

“Sorry, Mrs Croz,” Olive says, her voice small. 

“Quite alright, Olive,” she replies, not making eye contact as she speaks. “Before we begin wading ankle deep in wedding dresses, Val,” she says, pulling her gloves off. “I need to use the facilities.” “Me, too, actually,” Olive nods. “We’ll meet you up there. What floor is it on?” “Five,” Jules says, nodding towards the elevator at the opposite end of the store. “Far too many stairs, girlies. Take the elevator.”

***

“Ready?” Olive asks Jean as she wipes her hands dry.

“Yep,” she replies, her tone as dry as her hands. “All ready.”

The two silently make their way over to the elevator Jules had directed them to earlier, Olive pressing the button before Jean and their hands scrambling. They both clear their throat, trying to force themselves through the tension. Stepping on to the plush carpet of the elevator, and pressing their selected floor, the pair ascend in silence. Until…

Bang. Clank.

The elevator comes to a sudden stop, the squeak of brakes piercing their eardrums.

“Well, shit,” Olive whispers. She tries pressing the button to open the doors again, even risking ruining her new manicure to prise the doors open manually.

“Leave it, Olive,” Jean says sternly. “We’re stuck here until they realize.” “Fuck,” Olive replies, eyes darting at her surroundings. She looks to her right at her companion, taking in her ashen face and damp brow, her chest rising and falling with a quickness.

“You alright?” “Yes, Olive.” Jean nods, trying to reassure her. In fact, she can feel the walls of the elevator closing in on her, boxing her in to this tiny space and feels like she’s beginning to suffocate. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here with you. Breathe,” Olive soothes. “Not good with tight spaces?”

“I’m fine, Olive,” she snaps, the panic causing anger to spill out.

“Don’t bullshit me, Mrs Croz. I can hear your heart pounding from here.”

At Olive’s final remark, Jean leans against the wall, unsteady on her feet. Olive sees Jean’s ankle begin to give way, her body barely able to hold her up.

“Oh jeez, Mrs Crosby. Sit down, doll.” Jean obliges, finally listening to Olive. “There we go. Just breathe, okay?” Olive crouches down, takes her hand and strokes it with her thumb, trying her best to comfort her. “Slowly and deeply. Like this,” she demonstrates, ensuring Jean follows her instructions and looks into her eyes.

“Got a feeling this might be your worst nightmare, Jean,” Olive says once Jean’s breathing has returned to almost normal.

“What makes you say that?” she says, voice still a little tight but chest looser nonetheless. 

“Stuck in a small space, broken down elevator. And it’s me you’re stuck with, of all people.”

“Come again?” Jean questions, face falling in confusion. A breath sticks in Olive’s throat, the words hiding behind it. 

“I thought you didn’t like me,” Olive says, timidly, sitting herself down next to Jean.There’s a silence in the air, Jean trying to figure out how to respond.

“Oh, Olive,” she sighs. “Of course I like you. We just haven’t had a chance to spend time together - just us - yet.” “Now we have,” Olive laughs. “What a story to tell the girls, huh?” “Yes, now we have. And the guys, too.” Another pause, Jean’s head falling to Olive’s shoulder. “Bing will be relieved.” Olive giggles in response. “So will James.”

The friends feel the elevator shoot down and back up in quick succession, the pair of them screaming and laughing at the shock of it. The doors open with a ding, finally at their destination.

“What took you so long?” Vika laughs, carrying five veils upon her arm. “And why are you sat down?” “We got stuck!” “Oh, Jesus,” Jo murmurs, shooting a look towards Val. “Everything okay?” she asks, directing the question to Jean and Olive.

“Everything’s great,” Olive replies softly, standing and realizing that their hands are still entwined.

“I had good company, girls. She’s a doll. Now…where do you need us to start?”

[winniethewife]

Hewo winnie minnie🧡✨️🌻

Winnie, it's always Steven who takes care of the sick reader!

I need Marc to be stubbornly into trying to take care of a reader who got the flu. Please!

And who else better than you to write Marc?

Hi Mani! I'm so sorry that you are sickly! here are some Marc headcanons

Sick Day (Marc x reader)

You woke up with a terrible cold, and Marc was insistent that you stay in bed

"Don't move, you're sick."

He would wait on you hand and foot, but he would not let you leave

He would give you cold medicine exactly 4 hours apart, setting an alarm on his phone every time.

He's strict with you, he won't let you work, he won't let you do anything strenuous, he was focused on her getting better.

"That can wait you're sick, no arguing."

By the time he's finished making you soup, cleaned the apartment and set up your fave movie in the living room he comes into the bedroom lifting you and all the blankets into his arms

Setting you down on the couch in front of the TV he sits with you as you both watch the film.

he would gently pet you, keeping your head in his lap as you watch

at the end of the night you both curl up in bed, he's wrapped around you refusing to let you go.

"Go to sleep, you need the rest."

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