#they’re peach flavour

[nymphaforesta]

got a couple of mochi here 😙 (i still have content available for sale)

#they’re peach flavour #✨✨✨

[luveline]

Hey my lovely, could i equest a blurb where reader seeks one of spencer's hugs and he's all soft and mushy about it!! I just think he'd give really warm hugs and want one so bad!

shy!reader + post!prison Spencer have a hug

Spencer understands why you might find him intimidating. He did go to prison for a few weeks, and even if the idea of his being a potential felon didn’t scare you, there’s nothing wrong with being nervous around the unknown. You’ve had a few more weeks to get to know the others on the team. He tries not to take it personally that you’re closer with some of them than you are him. 

Plus, you’re awfully shy. 

Spencer’s been trying to communicate that he’s an idiot. He was shy, once, and he tends to be shy about things now, too, even if he’s taken to hiding that. He hides a lot, these days. 

But things aren’t hopeless with you. You’re inarguably his best work friend now that Morgan’s not around, taking the desk next to his —through coincidence or insistence, he has no idea. 

“What flavour do you have today?” he asks. 

You show him your bag. The convenience store outside of work has the strangest sweets from all sorts of places. You’ve been bringing in a different bag each day, and you always share. “Today is apricot and peach ‘millions’,” you tell him, shaking the bright pink bag like a rattle. 

Inside, the millions bounce against each other like miniscule polystyrene balls but with a heavier weight. 

“Awesome!” he says, holding out his hand. “Please?” 

You rip the corner and tip a generous helping of candies into his palm, doing the same in your own hand. “Ready?” you ask. 

“Three, two, one.” 

You both tip your heads back at the same time. Apricot and peach are similar flavours, and Spencer can’t tell the difference when they’re both in play. He can also taste apple juice and the sharp citric acid flavour they put in every candy. 

He can’t tell if you like them. He quite enjoys it, will happily eat the leftovers if you’re not interested, but your attention isn’t on the candy when he looks up. You’re staring straight at him. 

“What?” he asks, perturbed. 

“Nothing, just. Had a rough morning. Thanks for trying the candy with me.” 

He frowns. “I’m sorry. Let me know if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I can make you a cup of hot chocolate?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

Spencer’s sure that to an outsider, he and the team appear to travel to a hundred cities a month. In reality, cases aren’t as densely packed, especially with the government expanding their profiling teams, and the majority of Spencer’s day is spent answering emails and giving advice to agents, law enforcement, and his colleagues. He doesn’t see much of you (where you’re forced to work ViCAP calibration as newbies usually are, almost like a hazing) but he does take you that hot chocolate around lunch time. Just to make sure you have the option. 

It’s sometime past four PM when you appear again. 

“Hey,” he says, turning to you where you’re paused behind your desk chair, “you're finally done?” 

“Not yet. So many case files to transcribe, opinions to cross check, signatures and…” You wince. “It’s a lot. You already know.” 

“I don’t, actually. I only ever had to do ViCAP as punishment, and I was extremely well-behaved. For a while, anyway.” 

You hesitate with something heavy on the tip of your tongue. You’re like every profiler wherein your tells are self-identified and quelled, but you’re still so new, and Spencer’s an expert. You want to ask him for something, but you don’t think you’re allowed. If he presses the issue you’ll shut down, and if he offers you another cup of hot chocolate you’ll simply drink it without letting him in on the real secret. 

Spencer waits. 

“Spencer, you don’t have to say yes, just… You’re the nicest friend I have, and you always know what I need to hear. Um, I know you don’t like touching people and I wouldn’t ask you to if you don’t want to, but it’s been a really long time since someone hugged me, and…” Your voice gets quieter and quieter, until you’re whispering, and then fizzling out. 

“You want a hug?” he asks, surprised. 

“If that’s okay.” 

“I give really good hugs,” he warns, climbing from his chair immediately, arms opened, an unmissable invitation. “You’ll never get over it.” 

“Really?” 

He can’t believe you came to him specifically for a hug. He’s gonna lose his mind. Gentle, Spencer ushers you into his arms, head quick to duck down, his thumb on your shoulder. 

You could’ve asked anybody in the office for a hug. Penelope would have hugged your brains out. Emily, Unit Chief and secret sweetheart, would’ve taken you off of ViCAP and given you a loving pat on the back. But you didn’t ask Penelope or Emily, you asked him. 

“You don’t have to ask me first,” he says quietly. 

“You don’t like touching.” 

“That’s more to do with germs, and I��m not worried about yours,” he says. “Unless you’re about to tell me you have a headache.” 

“It’s like this pounding behind my eyes,” you say with a laugh. 

Spencer smiles, his mouth and nose to the side of your head. He gives you a good ten seconds of quiet, his palm warming your shoulder, before he murmurs, “Any better?” 

“You’re really warm,” you murmur back. 

Spencer resists the urge to squeeze you. “It's the oxytocin.”

“Or you’re just really, really warm.”

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[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

A quick meal

cw: shameless smut, no use of y/n, female anatomy for reader, desk sex, dirty talk, slightly rough(-ish)? perhaps??

word count: 1,5k

eng is not my first language, please inform me if you spot any mistakes!

Viktor always knew it’s what inside that counts. And so he counted. Every rich moan escaping your mouth, every squelch of the fondly fingered pussy — it’s every prominence, fold and flexure, and, of course — exactly how much pressure you prefer on your clit. Well, at least that explanation was the only reasonably-appearing one to you, because how the hell did he know how to make you cream his fingers in coats of delicious stickiness in exactly few minutes, the stretch of them so qualitative your throbbing walls could easily accept his cock with little to no effort put into penetration. He must have used an ungodly amount of diligence to develop this specific technique just for you — his precious, lecherous sweetheart. Your whimpers are a devil on his shoulder, distracting him from being a stern, dispassionate about anything except for his research man. That little temptation invited him into the warmth of your precious core instead. It kept luring in, filling his genius mind with dreamy filth. Besides: it’s so much better to be buried within the tightness of your cunt than within the loneliness of his lab, untouched and craving you in his arms so desperately. No, he most certainly would prefer the first option.

“Relax,” sultry whisper teases your ear, while the free from fucking into you hand crawled up, preliminarily teasing the swell of each breast on its way to your throat — to be wrapped around it like a pretty collar, securely tight, not firm enough to actually hurt, but to rather keep you in place, adding to the thrill, to the longing.

He rarely fucks you like this. Viktor’s never been a huge fan of quickies — he’s a taster at heart, thorough and passionate — a sloppy kiss here, a teasing lick there — working you up even when it’s not needed anymore, for the sake of pure entertainment — more his than yours, to be completely honest, but he would never willingly admit to that.

He likes to savour you, like a fresh fruit one’s supposed to eat slowly — painfully so, even, memorising the flavour in explicit detail, letting it engrave into the taste receptors.

But there’s cyanide even in the finest peaches. Eat too many — and you’re incapable of consuming anything anymore, death plastered across your gourmand-face. It takes around fifteen peach pits to kill a curious starved soul, after all.

So tonight Viktor stays away from the cyanide. He’s had enough ravishing for now, turning a solid number of your previous intercourses into love-making. He’s eager, and he’s treating you like a quick meal — totally different from his usual ‘eat-you up-like-you’re-the main course’ demeanour. Not that you mind, of course. Dining hastily has its charms too.

“Keep your legs spread for me,” the gentle demand continues to sting your ear, and as much as you’d love to comply — you simply can’t, trembling knees doing you no favours, allowing no small mercies.

“Darling?” he repeats, the sharpness of his ‘r’ a scrumptious scratch to your brain, turning you into a mess — nearly irreparable, matching the one you’ve turned his desk into once he bent you over it, capturing tightly between his erection and the hard wooden edge, kindly depriving you off the worries about your clothes getting in the way. So thoughtful of him.

Rolled up skirt rests on your lower back, exposing the plumpness of soft hips — so grabable, they’re practically begging for his attention, but he’s reluctant to pull the long fingers out of you just yet. You’re clenching around them so perfectly, blessing him with the privilege of feeling your every twitch.

The presence of your underwear doesn’t concern you anymore — it’s wrapped around your ankles, pretty lace occasionally tickling the skin, reminding of the abrupt harshness Viktor’s sinewy hands had ripped them off you with. So brusque when it comes to fucking you from behind that a mere touch feels rougher than the deepest of thrusts. Your pussy might be able to take him without turning into a mess, but your sanity? You wish he’d left you some, just the tiniest bit to at least obey him easily.

But not all wishes were meant to be fulfilled.

You mewl something hopelessly illegible as your words drown in your own moan, lewd sounds of his fingers parting the swollen folds of an already spent cunt louder than your actual voice. And suddenly body language is not a figurative concept anymore.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the kind threat encourages hoarsely. “Or should I spread them for you?”

You can only squeeze out a nod. Viktor releases your neck with a sympathetic chuckle, and a deft hand grabs at your left calf, helping a trembling leg to step out of the damp lingerie, leaving it completely forgotten and lonely on the floor. You’ll collect it later: if only the dirty-minded inventor lets you, of course. Which was highly doubtful, since tucking your undergarments into a pocket of his dresspants started to really grow on him lately. The possibility of obstaclessly fucking you over another surface once you’re in private again is too tempting to be pushed away so fast.

You fall on his desk, cold wood a tough pillow to your flushed cheek. However the loving hand stroking at your flesh doesn’t move to proceed with complaisant ministrations on your right limb. The buckle of his belt jingles, unfastening, negligently joining your underwear on the floor. You quirk an inquisitive eyebrow, putting a rather pathetic effort into propping yourself up, searching for an explanation to his movements. But a rough palm falls on your lower back with a thump, firmly pacifying, practically smacking.

“Don’t move, dear,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you right before you got the chance to cum all over them. Scarily rigorous again. And vicious. But you don’t say that. It’s not like you’re able to talk coherently anyway.

Something — which you suspect to be his foot — persistently forces your legs out of the way, sprawling you more for his hungry gaze. The toe of his shoe roughly kisses each one of your heels, spreading you open, just as he’d promised.

“How rude!” you exclaim, voice dripping with fake resentment.

“Rude?” he laughs, and the next thing you feel is a caring peck on a shoulder, the sweet heat of his breath back where it belongs — teasing the shell of your ear. “Well, please excuse me this one whim, but can you really blame me? Besides, I suppose my… barbarism happened to be quite efficient.”

His tip is pressed against your entrance, slowly working its way inside, brushing a puffy labia on its way. You’re sure it’s leaking with precum for you already — it might be impossible to feel through the lavish wetness seeping out of you, but you know Viktor good enough to be certain of pearly bitterish liquid breaking out of his slit.

You don’t lack his fingers anymore — not when you’re about to be so much more palpably filled, the thickness of his cock irreplaceable with any amount of his phalanxes. An unsolved mystery for both of you. The one leading you to an embarrassingly primitive statement — whatever it is so special about him keeps you coming back for more.

“There was no need to be so ill-mannered. I could have spread my legs just perfectly fine,” you mutter a shameless lie, already expecting a protest.

“And from my expertise you weren’t exactly competent,” Viktor mocks with a tortuously handsome smirk, and you make a fatal mistake of looking over your shoulder right when his narrow hips thrust into yours, his length splitting you with a delicious burn. It takes away the remnants of your stamina. “Because trust me, I can tell when one’s incapable of standing on their own feet — let alone moving properly. Coming from an adept, figuratively speaking.”

He bends lower, warm dry lips pressed to the glistening sweat on your temple. He doesn’t rush to have his way with you anymore, hand found peace on your chin, tilting up, gently forcing a thumb into the open mouth. You greet it with a needy bite, a wordless plea to convince him to finally start pounding into you, to satisfy the body lusting for his steady thrusts.

“You’re quivering,” Viktor notes with a pensive hum. “Shall I proceed? You look like you’re in more need of a cane than I am, my darling. So wobbly.”

The plea-bite on his thumb quickly turns into a menacing one. Canine pierces the skin, earning a muffled against the mess of your hair ‘ouch’, demanding the heartily craved resumption.

“Am I pinned like this forever or are you done with the fucking drollery?”

A sultry laugh caresses your ear, and the throbbing cock inside you slips almost all the way out, leaving you clenching purely around the bulging tip.

“Save the swearing,” utters the pretty tempter.

A rough roll of his hips into yours. Ass bounces off his pelvis, the slap of skin against skin loud and resonant, mingling with your desperate gasp just perfectly. Has you seeing numerous sparks, mouth drops open in a breathless ‘yes’.

“That vocabulary is only appropriate for an orgasm.”

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— KEEP THE LIGHTS ON

SUMMARY : using ice to match the cold weather of December, contrasting the heat of the love and praise poured into Dean. 

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, dean wearing panties, praise kink, cock worship, ice play

WORD COUNT : 2.6k

A/N : close your eyes song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — ice play and cock worship. this was new and fun, heheh XXX

“Do they feel nice?” She asked, smiling down at him as he flushed and squirmed. He bit his lip and stared up at her through his lashes, his green eyes bright and wide, shimmering with lust. My God, he was so beautiful. 

“Yes,” he answered bashfully. 

“Calvin Klein, they’re so soft,” she grinned, leaning over him to kiss his nose. He scrunched it up cutely and gently lifted his hands to her hips. “And you thought I’d make fun of you,” she commented, shaking her head with a little smile. 

“I should buy more of these for you, then?” He asked, looking down at her half naked body. He was trying to change the subject, but she let him. She sat up and looked down at herself, hands on her breasts, she felt the soft cotton of her peach coloured bra beneath her fingertips and then nodded.

“Makes me feel pretty.” Then, she smiled wider at him and placed her hands on his bare chest. “Makes you look even prettier.” He rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were bright red, up to the tips of his ears, all the way down to the base of his neck. 

“I shouldn’t have told you this…” he trailed off, drawing circles on her hip bones with the pads of his thumbs. 

“What?” She asked dramatically, leaning forward to peck his lips. “Why not? I love you.” He kissed her automatically, keeping her flower-flavoured lips close to his. 

“Okay, yeah, I’ll give ya that,” he chuckled, sliding his hands slowly up her back, pressing her down against his body. “I’m just…” he trailed off, playing with the clasp of her bra. 

“Embarrassed by what people might think or say?” She finished for him, trailing her lips across his jaw, nibbling despite the tickling stubble. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, closing his eyes as she kissed up to his pulse point. Sucking softly, he moaned, bending his knees and rolling his up against her wet core. The sheer, pale-purple panties he wore rubbing so deliciously against the cotton of her peach underwear. 

“Well, I’m not them and they’re not here,” she told him, sitting up and sliding off his lap. “I’m gonna have to pull your panties to the side and show you that it doesn’t matter what any fuckhead thinks,” she said playfully, sliding her hands lovingly down his sides.

He laughed out loud, throwing his head back in the pillows, body shaking with laughter. She smiled down at him and laughed quietly, patiently waiting for him to come to a stop.

“I love you,” he murmured breathlessly. “Whatever it is that I show you, you just… don’t change.” 

“Why would I?” She tilted her head, reaching into a metallic bowl with melted ice. He craned his neck upwards to watch her, biting his lip as water dripped down her hands, her fingers turning red from the coldness of the ice cubes. She popped one cube into her mouth, sucking softly as he watched, swallowing as a droplet slipped down her wrist to her elbow. 

“I dunno,” he shrugged dumbly. His eyes flickered back up to her face. She stared back at him lovingly and leaned down to deposit the now-small ice cube on his stomach from her warm mouth. He inhaled softly, watching as she licked his flushed skin and pushed the ice cube with her tongue. 

She left it between his pecs and leaned upwards to kiss his neck mischievously. He shivered and squirmed, reaching upwards to clench a hand in her hair. Cold lips sucked again at the pink mark on his neck, her tongue just as cool moving back and forth against his warm skin. He moaned deeply and tugged her hair, needily guiding her cold mouth to his.

He sucked her tongue when their already parted lips met, the cold velvet of her mouth against his feverish tongue. Dean licked into her with furrowed brows, focused on tasting every inch of her—wet and lewd lips moving with hers. 

She pressed against him hard, smoothing her icy fingers up his chest. She found the ice cube again and brought them over to one of his nipples. He retracted his tongue from her mouth, gasping against her lips, but she continued to kiss him with just as much passion as he started with. 

Out of breath, he tugged her hair again, pulling her away from his lips. She allowed him to move her away and took the same ice cube from his chest, holding it to his lips. He opened his mouth so she could drop it inside and let it dissolve in his hot mouth.

“You’re so cute,” she whispered playfully, reaching up for a new ice cube. She let the cold water fall on his stomach, a little pool of liquid forming between the faint lines of his toned stomach. The water slid down his sides, onto the sheets, and tickled his skin. “Mmm, so hot,” she murmured, holding the ice tightly in one hand while she reached down to the silky panties she got him to wear.

She placed the ice cube above his belly button and his skin prickled, bumps growing on his skin so his hair stood on ends, the shiver running up his spine to his head. She rubbed her warm hand over the underwear, stroking his erect cock slowly, torturously brushing her thumb over the tip as precum dampened the sheer material. 

He fisted the sheets, breathlessly giving her control over his pleasure. She wrapped her lips around the melting ice cube resting on his stomach and released it again to kiss her way down to his pelvis with frosty lips. She mouthed over his cock, humming softly against him as he rolled his hips upwards, lips parted and brows pinched together. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pulling the panties he wore to the side to pull his dick out with cold fingers. With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes snapped open, meeting the smug face of his girlfriend between his legs. She blew warm air over the tip dripping precum, watching it twitch as it stood erect. “So pretty, just like the rest of you,” she smiled up at him. 

He cursed softly, biting his lip hard as she leaned forward and swirled her cold tongue around the tip and then flat up the slit. His precum against her tastebuds made her mouth water. 

“Mmm, better than cookies,” she hummed softly, licking the soft tip one last time for emphasis on how good he tasted. Her fingertips teased upwards along the shaft as she planted a kiss on the tip, then followed the same path of her fingers on the other side with her lips. 

She kissed her way back down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. Dean whined softly, breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling quickly while she licked the underside starting from where her hand was, up to the head. She flicked her tongue along the frenulum in soft and quick strokes. He was quick to clench his hand upwards into the pillow beneath his head, a loud moan slipping from his lips. 

She moaned softly in response to his voice, tracing the veins along his cock slowly with the tip of her tongue. Heat flooded his body and his thighs twitched as she continued to tease his hard cock with her tongue and lips. 

“Please,” he begged, staring down at her with pleading eyes. She bit her lip and laughed softly. 

“No, I wanna take my time.” She slowly moved her fist up his cock and reached over with her other hand for another ice cube. He groaned out a laugh and then whined, grasping her hips bruisingly. “Don’t you like this? I sure do, you feel amazing,” she smirked, bringing the dripping ice cube to the tip of his cock. 

Dean hissed and jerked, so she pulled back, watching him closely. 

“Fuck… That’s new,” he murmured, leaning up on his elbow to watch her hand gently stroke up and down his saliva-coated cock. 

“Good ‘new’?” She asked, then chewed on her lip, scooting closer so his thighs rested above hers. 

Dean nodded, smiling adorably. She smiled down at him and laughed, dripping cold, melted water over cock as she brought her hand up and down his cock faster. Dean moaned softly and closed his eyes, his head falling back lazily. 

“You’re so hard,” she hummed thoughtfully, but she looked more fascinated than confused. He opened his eyes to gaze at her, flustered as she licked her lips with her eyes glued to his cock—the same way she stares at her favourite desserts after he asked if she wanted some and she told him no.

“And what about it?” He sassed as he gazed up at her through those pretty lashes of his. Her brows furrowed and she looked up at him, eyes narrowed at his tone.  

“And it’s really damn hot and you’re making me so goddamned wet,” she sassed back, then brought the ice into her other hand to slowly jerk him off with it. 

“Oh, fuck!” He shouted, his body falling back into the bed as his elbow shook beneath him. He locked his claves behind her thighs, bringing her closer and keeping her in place. 

“You’re so hot, baby,” she whispered, amusement creeping up her aroused face. She reached down to cup his balls with her free hand, cold skin meeting his warmth, making his gasp in surprise.

“You’re mean,” he complained, looking at her lazily. 

“But… you like it,” she told him, raising a brow, “you’re so turned on, look at you, squirming and throbbing, hot and heavy in my hand. God, I wanna have you in my mouth so bad, my mouth is watering just imagining the taste of your fucking delicious cock and cum.” She licked her lip and abandoned his balls to reach into the bowl for another ice cube. “I want to feel you inside me.” She let the ice cube hover over the base of his cock, freezing water droplets falling and dripping over his balls. He inhaled sharply, his teeth digging into his pink lips. “I want your beautiful cock to touch me deep inside in ways my fingers never can, bringing me closer and closer to pleasure, leaving me so pathetically wet and swollen, the way only you can make me,” she murmured, staring straight into his gorgeous green eyes. Then, she brought the ice cube down to his perineum, drawing out a long, deep growl that vibrated arousingly through his body. “Until I cum real damn hard I nearly pass out from how good you make me feel and soak you with my orgasm.” His eyes darkened and he pressed against the back of her thighs with his calves so she’d fall into his chest. 

He cupped her jaw and brought her in for a heated kiss, his tongue hungrily separating her soft lips to enter her mouth. She smiled into the kiss and released his cock. Wet, wintry hands moved up his body while his warm ones moved to her back, his adept fingers unclasping her bra. 

She brushed her cold fingertips over one of his nipples and used the ice cube to teasingly circle the other. He moaned into her mouth, pulling away to breath against her wet lips, but he kept her in place with his fingers tangled in her hair. His free hand dragged the straps of her bra all the way off, forcing her hands away from his chest as he shuddered from the cold.

“What do you want?” She whispered, throwing her bra carelessly to the side and lifted the ice to smear the melting water over his mouth. “I want to make you feel good, Dean, tell me how you want it. My hands, my mouth, my pussy…” She suggested, dipping her fingers into his mouth, ice and all. He released her hair and dropped his hands to her waist, cold fingers making her shudder. “Should I decide for you?” She asked teasingly, watching his tempting mouth as he sucked her fingers and the ice. “I wanna taste you so bad, wanna feel how good you feel in my mouth. But… I also wanna keep touching you and watch your cum drip over my fingers. But, there’s also having you inside me, the stretch of your cock, feeling the way it touches places inside me that drive me insane…”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, mouth stuffed with her two fingers and the ice cube. 

“I love everything about your cock,” she murmured, pulling her fingers out of his mouth. While he finished off the ice cube, she reached down into her underwear and teased her swollen clit with her cool, soaked fingers. She bit her lip as she watched him, her eyes heavy with lust, brows furrowed in concentration. 

Once the ice melted in his mouth completely, he took advantage of her distracted state to flip her over onto her back. She yelped and pulled her hand out of her underwear to cling to him. 

“Take this all off, babe, I wanna be inside you,” he growled. He didn’t even wait for her to start, he just grabbed her knees impatiently and bent them, pushing them together and to the side so he could slip her underwear off swiftly. 

He glanced up at the steel bowl and reached inside to take a couple of ice cubes. Like she’d don’t earlier, he scooted forward so her thighs moved over his thighs, opening her legs to him. 

“Wow, all that really did get you wet,” he chuckled, placing one ice cube on her pelvic bone. The arctic-like water trickled down to her folds and over her pulsing clit. She gasped and shuddered, nipples becoming hard before he even put his cold mouth and fingers over them.

“Why are you surprised?” She asked breathlessly, digging her fingers into his hair. “Like it’s not always like that with you…” she arched her back, her hips moving impatiently, causing the ice to slide across her skin. 

“Dunno,” Dean mumbled against her breast, moaning as she gently scraped his scalp with her fingernails. He sucked softly and then let her nipple go, but continued to pinch the other, rolling it between his fingers. “Let me act shocked, okay? Please, it’s… real sexy.”

She laughed and roughly tugged on the strands of his hair for the fun of it. His little moan made her needier. 

“You keeping the panties on?” She asked, reaching down to wrap her hand around his cock again. On purpose, she made sure to angle his dick towards where the frigid ice was, and he released a long, grunted curse. His hips stuttered, in between wanting to feel the contrast of temperature against his hot cock and wanting to get far away from it. 

“I just wanna… fuck you… that, um.. okay?” He panted against her parted lips as she tugged at his cock unhurriedly. His words excited her, making her stomach clench and his breath, the brush of his lips against hers, it all made her dizzy, drunk with arousal. 

“Whatever you want, Dean.” 

“I dunno, I’m pretty weird, babe,” he laughed softly, a hint of insecurity in his lopsided smile. 

“Have you met me?” She challenged, bringing his cock down to her pussy, using the tip to separate her weeping folds and tease her clit. Her breath hitched and she picked up the pace of her strokes, letting each tug press his cock against her clit.

“Babe,” he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers, and screwed his eyes shut. Her lips found his in a long, loving kiss. He dropped his body lower, gripping the pillow beneath her head, and bucked his hips into her hand. 

“Fuck me, Dean… I want all of you. Every glorious inch.”

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[gilverrwrites]

Supernatural Taste and Smell Headcanons

I included a lot of characters (I think 24?), but if your fave didn't make the cut, just send me an ask!

Dean

Smell: Leather, cinnamon, and the kind of musk that only comes from an axe body spray, cause you know what man only buys whatever is quick and easy at the gas station. He’d also smell like gasoline.

Taste: Malty like beer, but sweet in the way bbq sauce is sweet.

Sam

Smell: I just feel like (when he’d not hunting) he smells clean, ya know? Citrusy and woody, kind of like D&G light blue, with undertones of like a ‘fresh’ scented fabric softener.

Taste: Kind of fruity but tart, like a berry smoothie.  Also just a little bit of like garlic, or mustard.

John

Smell: That man is a smoker, and you can’t tell me otherwise – at least later in life, way after the marines, and losing Mary. He always has a stale smoke smell on his clothes and lips. I recon he uses old spice or similar as an aftershave, so also like cloves/sage.

Taste: Again smoky, ashy, but also oaky and malty like bourbon.

Mary

Smell: Citrusy like Sam but darker, smokier (joke not intended) with hints of like jasmine, bergamot, and a little bit of vanilla. 100% the kind of smell that wraps you up if you come in for a hug.  

Taste: Chocolate, specifically the kinds with nuts and caramel, woman has a sweet tooth.

Castiel

Smell: I feel like all angels smell at least a little like parma violets, or some kind of sweet and subtle floral smell, be especially Cas. On top of that, he’d have like other earthy scentes, like honey,  patchouli, maybe a bit of amber.

Taste: Coffee, always coffee. When human/when he eats; grape jelly, and honey.

Jack

Smell: Like Cas he has the sort of clean, floral scent to him. I also think he would smell of peppermint and like a yankee candle version of warm vanilla. He just has a cosy, familiar smell to him.

Taste: Again I think minty, additionally like white chocolate and rose/flora flavours.

Bobby

Smell: Like old books, burnt candle wicks, motor oils, and nose hair singing whisky.

Taste: More than anyone else on this list (including Crowley) Bobby tastes like whisky. Not the good stiff though, that’s only for special occasions. He taste like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels.

Crowley

Smell: Like a bonfire!!! Smokey, warm, woody, with a hint of burnt sugar.

Taste: 100% Whisky, and dark chocolate.

Charlie

Smell: Charlie smells like she just stepped out of a fantasy book, like wildflowers, and peppercorn. Like strawberry and blackcurrant wine.

Taste: Like a vegan alternative to Nutella, creamy, chocolatey, nutty.

Meg

Smell: Surprisingly soft and clean. Milky, with almond and peach. Just a hint of leather and cedarwood underneath.

Taste: Salty and sweet, anise: like a strawberry liquorice.

Ruby

Smell: Like cedarwood, ginger, and pink pepper. Pleasant but sharp, and strong. Like it pulls you in from across the room.

Taste: Bold and sweet like cabernet sauvignon, starkly contrasted by pepperoni and cheesy pasta.

Lucifer

Smell: Similar to Jack, in that he smells clean and minty. However, his is sharper, harsher. There is lime, and moss, and mahogany.

Taste: Like pure Moroccan mint, with that like sweet sourness you get on things like a tangfastics or a sourpatch kid. Like if you’re not expecting it, or you taste it for to long it will make you squirm.

Gabriel

Smell: Like walking into the kitchen of a bakery just before opening and they’re prepping everything. Mocha, malted sugar, rich caramel, creamy vanilla.  

Taste: All of the above again! Just so sweet and creamy. Like a spoonful of sugar.

Raphael

Smell: Very similar to Cas, floral, but less earthy, and more sterile. Like aloe vera and antiseptic.

Taste: Again, very clean. He has a flavour the way cucumber has flavour? Refreshing, clean, but not notable.

Michael/Adam 😍

Smell: Kind of like the ocean, meets the forrest. Musk, white lilies, salt, collided with pine, sandalwood, and cedar. Cold, but familiar, ya know?

Taste: Hear me out: Fruit loops, and Dr Pepper. Like Michael has little say over what they eat, that’s all on Adam. And after the initial, ‘I haven’t eaten in 1200 years, I’m gonna eat everything I craved’ has worn off. He’s just like, a normal guy (who does not need to eat because he shares his body with an immortal angel). So, I can see him mostly reaching for snacks that make him feel good, that remind him of his mum, or his childhood, something comforting; like sugary cereals and fizzy drinks. I love them, I will take no criticism.

Rowena

Smell: Like an apothecary. Rich and indulgent. Very aromatic with lots of deep woody tones, sweet cherry, dark rose and other florally scents.

Taste: Like a bottle of mataro, or Nebbiolo wine. Spice, cherry, plum, smoke. She both smells and tastes intoxicatingly expensive.   

Chuck

Smell: Kind of musky, cottony, leafy. I don’t really imagine him smelling too strongly of anything.

Taste: Summary and tart, like a sea breeze cocktail. (Grapefruit, cranberry, lime – an acquired taste)  

Amara

Smell: Similar to Chuck, I sort of envision an absence of smell. Maybe just hints of amber, sandalwood, and a musky citrusy scent.

Taste: Like a white dessert whine, like Riesling. Dry but sweet. Honey, and pears.

Billie

Smell: Bergamot, rose, silk, and cocoa. Inviting and pleasant, but with an undertone of darkness.

Taste: Very similar to scent, sweet and warm but with an aftertaste of something bitter; blackcurrant and dark chocolate

Benny

Smell: Robust (Copper, ginger, tobacco,) but enticing (amber, cardamom, cinnamon).

Taste: I mean, I have tried really had to not add blood to any of the previous entries, but Benny undeniably tastes like blood.

Kevin

Smell: Not good. Pre-prophethood, not so much; I imagine like mint, green tea, jasmine, the kind of smell you would expects from a reasonably priced aftershave. During prophethood, the aftershave is long forgotten; its more fried chicken, old paper, and forgetting to shower for 9 days.

Taste: Like redbull, chexmix, and mouthwash.

Eileen

Smell: Like peaches, and roses, rich chocolate, and strong coffee.

Taste: Chocolate and coffee again, but hints of sparkly summer fruits.

Ketch

Smell: Like high end British aftershaves only the royal family know off, something with notes of fig, and oud, and other pretentious smells. The small of cigar smoke, and leather follow him around too.

Taste: Like earl grey tea, and dry gin.

Balthazar

Smell: Kind of like ketch, some high end and expensive (if he actually had to pay for it). But woodsier, and fresh. He would also have that hidden undertone of violet.

Taste: Creamy and hazelnutty, but there’s a constant aftertastes alcohol, and something metallic to him, no  matter what comes first.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural headcanon #supernatural headcanons #spn headcanon #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural angels #supernatural archangels #supernatural demons #gilverrwrites

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

Hey love you’re writing. could I get a smutty Penelope Garcia from criminal minds please ??

the lack of penelope fics is criminal honestly

masterlist

lunch date

18+ : smut; office sex, fingering, lots of kissing, pet names, hints at dom!penelope

It smelled like bubblegum and peach perfume when you stepped through the doorway of her office, shutting the door behind you with a click. 

“Hi, sugar.” She grinned, not even having to turn around to know it was you. “What can I do for you this fine afternoon?”

“I thought we could have lunch together.” You handed her the food which she took from you gratefully, gazing up at you with a fond smile tugging at her brightly painted lips. 

“Come, sit.” She spoke, tapping the chair beside her but you had other ideas. “Oh! I mean, I meant on the chair but my lap is good too.” She giggled, instantly wrapping her arms around your waist as you situated yourself with your legs either side of hers and your arms looping over her shoulders.

“So maybe I had a couple other ideas, Pen.” You shrugged coyly. 

“Mm, and what may they be?”

“Well, I’ve been so bored at my desk all day. I missed you last night and all I could focus on was that you haven’t touched me for so long.” You pouted at the way she laughed.

“It’s been two days, honey. I don’t think that’s so long.”

“It feels it–” you pressed a kiss to her jaw between your words, “feels like forever since you made me feel good - since you fucked me.” Your last words were spoken in a whisper with your lips grazing the shell of her ear, you felt her shiver at the warmth of your breath and her hold on you tighten. 

“As much as I would love to continue, we’re at work remember? Like, FBI building, people in suits with important work and guns and murdered people-”

“They’re all busy with lunch.” The way you kissed along the column of her throat made her head lean back and any more thoughts of protest fade away. Penelope had always secretly wanted to do something risky at work.

Her hand pulled your face to hers by the back of your head, slotting her lips with yours instantly with the stickiness of her lip gloss and the remnants of the flavour of the caramel latte she’d not long finished drinking. She admired the way the colour had smeared onto your lips when you pulled away breathlessly.

“We won’t have much time before someone comes looking for help with somethin-”

“Oh baby, you know better than to underestimate me.” She winked with that smugness you find so attractive.

With your one hand tangled in her hair and the other on her cheek you pushed your lips to hers again, allowing her tongue to push into yours and her hand to untuck the shirt from your trousers eagerly. She always longed for you that much more when she knew how riled up you were and by the involuntary movements of your hips it must be a lot. 

You’d never come to her this desperately during work hours, with that pleading look in your eyes, so ready for her to take you and she was already planning the evening you were going to have at her apartment later on. 

She pulled open the button of your trousers, pushing her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear as the kiss just grew more heated with desperate smacks of lips and tongues swirling together. She caught the moan at the back of your throat when her fingers slid through your wet slit, discovering the result of your distracted daydreams at your desk. 

“You weren’t kidding, huh?“ She teased you, huffing a laugh at the frown you looked at her with before rewarding you with digits pushing into your pussy with a perfect curl nudging at your sweet spot; she knew your body like the back of her hand, just the way to make your eyes scrunch closed the way that they did. 

Your hands roamed her body, slipping beneath her shirt over the soft skin of her curves, aimlessly holding onto her whilst your lips sucked at her pulse point and her thumb rubbed at your clit blissfully. Her fingers pumped into you in time with the way your hips bucked, desperately trying to chase your orgasm by fucking yourself onto her hand. She found it sweet how pathetic you seemed. 

She hissed at the feeling of your teeth digging into her neck, a reaction to the sublime feelings brought on by her hand, you licked the skin soothingly, instead claiming her lips again with sloppy kisses and stuttered breaths. 

“I want you to cum for me, honey. Show me how good I make you feel, yeah?”

You could only nod at her words, resting your forehead against hers as the coil in your belly tightened and tightened until you fell over the edge with a moan you could’ve muffled better. You pussy clenched around her fingers, soaking them down to her knuckles and your nails dug into the pale skin of her waist, bound to leave marks behind to accompany the hefty one you’d created on her neck. 

She rode you through your high with languid thrusts of her fingers until your body relaxed and your breathing was more even. Your attempt to kiss her again was unsuccessful when she sucked her wet digits into her mouth with a hum at your taste, she only laughed at your pout, pulling you into her softly once she was done. 

You could taste your own cum on her tongue and it made you realise that you weren’t totally satisfied, the next few hours are going to be torturous. You pulled away at the sound of nearing voices, looking towards the door with wide eyes. 

“Someone’s coming.” You rushed out, stumbling slightly at the rate you jumped up from her lap, fumbling with the button of your trousers while Penelope fixed her shirt and hair into place.

“Lips.” She spoke with a point at your face. You were still wiping at your skin, standing a suspiciously large distance away from her, when the door pushed open to let Emily and Derek walk in.

“There you are, we were wondering where you’d gotten to.” Derek smiled when he saw you but Emily just looked at you unreadably, eyeing the guilty looks on your faces and the uneaten food. 

“We were just eating lunch in here today.” Penelope returned with a shrug.

“Sure.” Emily nodded suspiciously, there was something going on and she was determined to get you to spill at some point. 

“Babygirl, we need your expertise.”

“That’s my cue. See you later, Pen.” You waved, hurrying out before Emily could say anything. You groaned to yourself when you received a text message halfway down the hallway. ‘Are you and Garcia fucking??’

#penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia x fem!reader #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #bau x reader

[k1rameki]

YEAHHHHH LONG OVERDUE AGOTI HC POST ‼️‼️ (human + digidevil designs teehee :3)

afro-latino icon, we love to see it,, also vitiligo bc i said so

transmasc agender agoti for the mfing win ‼️‼️‼️‼️ the ceo of being gender non conforming frfr

has autism, adhd, c-ptsd, bipolar disorder and agoraphobia

ARTIST IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD >:3 music, drawing, photography, you name it

YOU GUYS ALREADY KNOW I DRAW AGOTI W GLASSES ALL THE TIME,, he didn’t start wearing them until later into his teen years because #insecurities

LOVES GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION especially to the people he’s closest to, so hugs and casually resting on someone is a very common thing

HEAVY METAL MUSIC LOVER ‼️‼️ especially interested in j-metal bands like unlucky morpheus (this totally isnt bc unlucky morpheus is my favourite band 😇)

ABSOLUTE GOD AT RHYTHM GAMES. arcade, mobile, you name it, agoti will boss any advanced level because of their quick reflexes and intense practice! they play arcaea, project sekai, taiko no tatsujin, and a bunch more games (his fav project sekai unit is wxs and his fav characters are mizuki, emu, nene and an :3)

when he’s not up all night playing video games agoti can sleep through anything and everything

astronomy spinterest! knows a bunch of random space trivia and has a telescope and a dozen space encyclopaedias in their room :3

if you piss agoti off, he’s gonna get revenge in the pettiest ways possible, for example:

“agoti did you eat my fucking cereal”

“i don’t know what you're talking about :)”

people have often asked the question “could you beat agoti in a fight?” and the answer is 100% NO. not only can this mf use his swords to his advantage but this bro does taekwondo too and you cannot tell me otherwise

bro is incredibly picky with the food that he eats, but will absolutely go ham for sour candy (bonus if it’s peach or cherry flavoured)

EXTREMELY SENSITIVE TO LOUD NOISES. especially fireworks, they will have a meltdown over the constant loud explosion sounds even if the colours are really pretty (that’s totally not me projecting no not at all)

CAT LOVER ‼️‼️ since sol brings a lot of stray cats to the andromeda household, quite a few are under agoti’s care and he names them goofy names and treats them as if they’re his children

has no idea how to express his emotions at all and often times he cries for no particular reason (or so they say, agoti has a bunch of repressed memories and trauma that he doesn’t acknowledge at all)

was and still is a scene kid, and often times enjoys going out dressed head to toe in sparkly accessories and all sorts of elaborate and colourful outfits

despite being evil as hell sometimes, agoti is genuinely very empathetic and can often understand other’s emotions better than people think

HE’S A MAMA’S BOY!! ever since sol introduced amora to the boys, they’ve been inseparable,, amora and agoti spend a bunch of time together and talk to each other about everything, including all of the things agoti sees and does on a day to day basis

“oh my god mom you won’t believe the bullshit i just witnessed”

“do tell, agoti”

he and tabi are lifelong friends :3 they met in early childhood and ever since then they were joined at the hip

SPEAKING OF TABI the two of them even in adulthood have regular nightly conversations about dumb things, over the phone or in person

“hey tabi have you ever picked a skittle up off the ground and ate it? it’s honestly delicious and i would totally recommend”

“excuse me? agoti do i need to call your therapist again”

i have a bunch more that im gonna make a seperate post for mwhehehehehe :3

#teehee! #hcs are so fun to write bc hello!! i can make my favourite characters do whatever tf i want them to and theyre almost always so right #mwheheheheheh #fnf agoti #fnf entity #🦇 human!agoti #my art #digital artwork #fnf headcanons #headcanons

[bakus-ramen-shop]

Bakuhatsu (ocsona) General Sheet

I mainly use baku as a twisted wonderland OC.

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:

Name: Bakuhatsu

Age: Unknown

Birthday: October 12th

Gender: cis woman, she/her/they/them

Height: 156 cm

Voice Actor: KanKan (yt)

Species: Cassius (closed species)

     Baku is a petite girl (woman?) with an energetic and extravagant personality. She acts bubbly and extroverted, albeit selfish and cocky at times, and always cracks jokes whenever she thinks it’s suited. Plus, she doesn’t really watch what she says and is brutally honest most of the time. However, a completely different personality is hidden under the big sweaters she always wears…

     Baku’s sweaters/hoodies serve as some sort of coping mechanism - she shows a radical change of demeanor in her “ off-sweater “ self. Off-sweater Baku is calm, quiet, awkward, and easily irritated. 

     With her sweater, Baku has her hair slicked back and spiky to translate her chaotic personality, and her eyes are closed as “ kitsune no me “, in a way so she “hides” her real self. Off sweater, most of the time in her dorm or any casual time, her hair is down to translate her introverted self and her eyes are open more than usual, indicating that you’re staring at who she really is.

ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ/ʀᴏʟᴇ:

     Baku is an oc/sona I use in a bunch of AUs. Most of the time she just fits in whatever world she’s in - a powerful rapper in Hypnosis Microphone, for example. In Twisted Wonderland, Baku is a teacher’s assistant at Night Raven College who also attends classes as a ramshackle student. She hangs out with the staff more than she does with the students.

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ/ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ:

     Baku’s favourite foods are ramen, pastries, fried chicken and peach flavoured anything. She hates studying, situations that trigger her social anxiety, and not wearing a sweater in public. Her favourite colors are peach and dark teal.

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ/ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

Spouse: Divus Crewel (Twisted Wonderland AU)

Best friends: Dazai Osamu ( BSD AU ) ; Rook Hunt (Twisted wonderland AU)

Son: Nevil Crewel

“ꜰᴜɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ:”

  - Baku does not remember a past or any kind of childhood before her awakening in any kind of AU. She doesn’t know her age but knows she isn’t a child.

  -Baku only trusts Divus (twst) or Kunikida (bsd) to drive cars.

  - Baku hates the cold.

  - In Twisted Wonderland, it is a running gag that Baku steals a lot of thing. Yoinking would be a better word though. She always runs off with Divus’s coat, will take Rook’s hat, take pictures of herself with Cater’s phone when he’s not looking, or try on Trey’s glasses. She often steals hats from the Octavinelle students too.

    - Baku’s favourite animal are whales.

Note: 

     Baku and Divus’s romantic relationship does take place during her time in Twisted Wonderland. However, I’m not a fannn of student/teacher relationships and neither should you. Please keep in mind they are more like friends to best friends to lovers than a student-teacher relationship. They genuinely got along as friends hanging out ( Plus, Baku is great friends with the whole staff. They don’t belittle her or see her as a child, which she’s not ) She’s like a funky person attending their classes. They’re all on a first name basis too. Anyways, its hard to explain but I don’t like student-teacher relationships either and don’t want to see myself as a creep. I could’ve made Baku as a member of the staff but she’s simply no fit to be a teacher.

#illustration #twisted wonderland fanart #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #twst divus #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #hypnosis microphone #bungou stray dogs #epel felmier #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #nrc staff #art #fanart #aesthetic #sketch #digital art #original character #oc #anime girl #anime #manga #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #deuce spade

[lcvergrl]

( chase sui wonders, 26, cis woman, she/her ) ☼ i know it’s a small town, but i run into SELINE GRANGER-LIAO every time i go to THE MINES. it’s like they practically live there and not PELICAN TOWN for 26 YEARS. it must be because they’re EXCITABLE and AVOIDANT. come to think of it, that’s probably why they’re a BLACKSMITH EMPLOYEE too. but i did hear they want to BECOME AN AWARD WINNING GLASSBLOWER, and sometimes they like to SKATEBOARD. rumor has it they also like BROKEN GLASSES, but dislike COCONUT. what do you think? gif pack credit

basics

seline granger-liao aka. sel, selly, whatever suits your fancy 26 years old, cis woman, she/her born and raised in pelican town ! definitely not straight but isn't big on labels portrayed by chase sui wonders

personality

( + ) outgoing, charming, extroverted, energetic, carefree ( - ) chronically late, inattentive, sometimes blunt, bad at expressing feelings or communicating effectively — a studio filled with unfinished glass projects , being unable to hold down a job , scarred knees from years of skateboard accidents , losing track of time and your belongings , falling in love with everyone you meet , peach flavoured lipgloss , syrupy hot drinks in the morning no matter the weather , messy bedrooms with a closet full of dirty, forgotten laundry

likes: the colour blue, films about aquatic animals, art in every form, giving gifts, scavenging, looking for sea glass, creating art out of recyclable materials, swingsets dislikes: math, school, being alone, silence, talking about feelings or anything serious, feeling jealous or insecure occupation: currently working at the blacksmith, mostly because she gets after-hours access to the gear there and can experiment with new materials

headcanons

tbd

past

tbd

twin siblings with maude granger-liao

favourites

colour: blue music: alternative, indie, alt-pop, girly pop tv show: total drama island book: not big on reading game: any pokemon game ever

#[ seline ; intro ] #its been a while since i tumblr rp'd so bear with me dfkjg #dew.intro

[writingwithfolklore]

5 Things Customers do that Baristas HATE

                So I’ve been working at a coffee shop that rhymes with... car trucks... for a while now and for the most part it’s truly one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. However, as with any customer-facing job, some customers make the work much harder. To be a good customer one simply just has to try. The people who try their best to be polite and patient and make our lives easier are really appreciated by us behind the counter.

                And those that don’t try tend to do stuff like this:

Ask me where their drink is at the hand-off counter.

I work in a very busy store and really do not get how people will stand in a line, then wait amongst a crowd of other people waiting, and expect their drinks to come out first. Did they not see all the people ahead of them in the line when they came in? Your drink is on its way, there are probably at least three drinks ahead of you first—patience is free.

2. Ask me which drink is theirs at the hand-off counter

(Or sometimes people ask me what they ordered). When I'm making drinks I'm not taking orders at the till, so I don't know people's orders or who they are. That's why there's a sticker with a name and a description of the drink. If your name and description matches, it’s your drink! I don’t know why people think I magically know every face and name and drink that matches. Also, it's so easy to just read the sticker to double check before you take it.

3. Reach over the counter and take things without asking

I think this is more of an issue since covid, but even before almost everything behind the counter needs to be sanitized if anyone other than us touches it. I’ve had people reach over and take our pens, or even use one of our syrups. Please don’t reach behind the counter—if you see something you need you can just ask us, like 9 times out of 10 we’re able to give it to you.

4. Customize their drink and then complain about the customization

"Car trucks" has a feature where literally any drink can be customized in any way, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they should be. I really don’t mind if people get a lot of customizations—what makes it the worst is when people come up with awful customizations and then blame us for it tasting bad. A common one is with the iced oat shaken espressos (both brown sugar or toasted vanilla), people try to get them with light ice which means to compensate we have to add more oat milk to fill up the cup. Then of course, sometimes people complain that it just tastes milky and gross.

Drinks tend to be made the way they'll taste the best, so yes, sometimes customizations can make them taste gross. Feel free to get creative and try out different customizations, but if it doesn’t taste good, just tell us nicely to remake it slightly differently, don’t yell at us for it tasting bad. Usually we know how to adjust it differently to keep the same flavour while giving you more of what you want. Ask!

5. Ask for a drink using a name we don’t know

Like I said before, I don’t mind complicated customizations or even trendy tiktok drinks, but I don’t know all the names they’re known by. “Peach pink unicorn drink” means nothing to me, but if you describe what the drink is and how it’s customized, I’ll be able to help you create it so much better. Some people just stand there and keep repeating the name to me, and then get frustrated when I don’t understand what they want, and I have to force information out of them, “is it… sweet? Does it have coffee? Is it blended?” just describe it to me! I’m happy to help you figure out exactly what you’re looking for.

                Overall, we get mostly really nice customers, and I can’t complain about a great job I genuinely love, but certain days are a little harder than others, and if everyone decided to just be patient and kind we’d have so many more good days than bad.

                Little break from writing-related stuff today. What are some of your worst customer experiences?

#writing #writing inspiration #creative writing #writing community #screenwriting #novel writing #coffee #latte #starbucks #barista #coffee aesthetic #customers #life experiences #life stories #workplace #work stories

[fated-normal-767]

The peach monster fucks so severly dawg

HELL YEAH !! it sounds really good but I don’t think they’re selling the flavour anywhere near me just yet. peach flavours are fucking epic though

#my posts dont forget this tag bro.

[fuck-the-patriarchy-forever]

Honestly, fried chicken tender sandwiches slap, especially when they’re on a toasted roll with some lettuce and pickles. I was so tempted to make some buttermilk batter, make a dry mix by blending a bag of cheddar jalapeño cheetos into a powder , and then in a separate bowl put together some panko and breadcrumbs, and just do a pattern of powder, buttermilk, and panko a few times, and then fry it until it’s nice and crispy and cooked thoroughly. That kind of sandwich with some dehydrated pear chips, some apple sauce (peach/banana/honey instead of apple) and some angry orchard hard apple cider would have me ascending.

I like you.

You bring some flavour to my inbox (literally)

[frukmerunning]

I can usually only acquire my triangles of pure joy around Purim but damn you have made me really want them

Ludwig and Feli I guarantee could make millions of absolutely phenomenal hamantaschen. I headcanon Ludwig learned to bake from Gil who taught him everything 🤣

What's your favourite flavour of hamantaschen curious?

My family makes them for any occasion, we love them! I like the traditional filling a lot but I’d have to say I prefer when the filling is a jam, apricot or peach something sweet like that. one time i made apple pie hamantaschen and they were to die for, i did an apple pie filling and then drizzled caramel on top. I also once made dulce de leche ones for my spanish class because we were making fusion dishes and it was near purim anyway.

when it’s a pastry dough, though, i love the savory kinds with cheese or one time we did loaded potato hamantaschen and I literally died and went to heaven.

Also yes I think baking is the only time Feli will allow Ludwig in the kitchen. If Ludwigs nerves could handle it he would enjoy baking with Feli AND Roderich together but they’re too chaotic for him.

#im starving now #rayanne rambles

[acefms]

MEET ADDISON !

if you’re hearing DANCING QUEEN by ABBA playing, you have to know ADDISON GAGLIARDI (SHE/HER; CIS FEMALE) is near by! the 26 year old SINGER/SONGWRITER has been in denver for, like, 6 YEARS (on/off). they’re known to be quite FANCIFUL, but being AMBITIOUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MADELAINE PETSCH. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SCRIBBLING DOWN LYRICS ON ANYTHING SHE CAN FIND, DANCING ON TABLES, ECHOING LAUGHTER, FALLING IN AND OUT OF LOVE TOO QUICKLY, SMILE AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN, FOREVER CHASING A DREAM vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

NAME: addison ‘addie’ gagliardi

AGE: twenty-six

HOMETOWN: memphis, tennessee

BIRTHDAY: july 1st

ZODIAC: cancer

GENDER: female she/her

SEXUALITY: bicurious

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. this week, at least.

OCCUPATION: singer/songwriter barista when money is low

[ tw: none? for once. who am I ? .]

• Addison grew up with a single mother, Bianca, and the two were as close as could be. Of course, Addison spent many nights wondering about her father and there was always a sense of missing out, but it was hard to miss someone you never truly had. And her mother was more than enough. Supportive of every dream, big or small.

• And dreams she had, always, from a very young age. They ranged from normal to downright outrageous, but the one that always stuck was to be a singer. Addison was practically singing before she even spoke. Always ready to put in a musical performance at the drop of a hat no matter the time or place.

• Addison was somewhat popular in high school but she was often made fun of for having such big aspirations. However, she never let anyone bring her down. And it was in her late teens that she really started to keep her mother on her toes, between first crushes and sneaking out with the latest cowboy who made her heart flutter. But she always found herself so easily bored and I’m search of something new.

• Despite staying in one place for the majority of her life. Addison was always struck with wanderlust, and so after she and her mother moved to Denver six years ago, Addison would often pack a bag and take off on a whim, exploring as much of the world as she could and learning new ways of life/finding muse for the songs that she writes.

HEADCANNONS

• If she doesn’t tell you what she’s thinking, her face will most certainly tell you. She is very expressive and doesn’t hold much back. Best to be honest, right ?

• Is super good at impressions. Like so good !

• Song lyrics written on anything and everything ? Yes. On her skin, on napkins, on your muses belongings ? Like I’m so sorry but I couldn’t let it go out of my head without writing it down.

• Her music style is very country/pop ! She can play both guitar and piano very well.

• worked at the green thumb cafe until about a year ago when the music thing took off a little bit. didn’t do a whole lot of serving tbh, her heads too far in the clouds.

• says honey way too much, does not mean it to be condescending at all. she also lives by the Dolly Parton quote “if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.”

• a natural flirt, she doesn’t even mean it half the time, and will be confused at when someone thinks she���s coming onto them.

• sunshine and a wild child rolled into one. forever chasing a thrill/dream. just wants to live an exciting life tbh.

• peach flavoured things are her absolute fave. peach ring gummies, peach tea, peach cobbler, peach popsicles. all the peach. also owns multiple articles of clothing with peaches on them.

• she owns way too many cowboy hats/boots. you can take the girl out of Tennessee but you can’t take the Tennessee out of the girl.

more tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Best friend - Either from childhood or from when she moved to Denver. Someone who indulges all of her dreams and vice versa. They have so much fun together ! A lot of laughter but sometimes they make room for a few tears.

Ex boyfriend - Chaotic, probably. Very on/off whirlwind of emotions type thing. The main muse behind all of her greatest breakup/gooey songs. We’re not good for one another but there might just always be a pull/chance type vibe.

You annoy me but I think I also kind of like it — we butt heads constantly but I maybe also think about kissing you sometimes kind of thing please and thank you. Challenge her please, she loves it really.

First f/f experience - truly an awakening. she still very much loves the boys, but girls ? girls are amazing too.

anything, everything.

#chq;intro #intro | addison.

[girlofprey7]

Ok imma be honest about the Mario movie cast.

I completely agree that Chris Pratt sounds pretty bad, and on top of that he doesn’t even seem that siked to be there.

(Like seriously wtf was up with that Nintendo direct it looked like he was trying to read cue cards behind the camera and had smoked weed prior to that)

But…I feel like if it wasn’t for the ‘political’ reasons for Chris Pratts hate, more people would be criticising Anya’s voice, or Charlie’s. They’re definitely not as bad as Chris, but they didn’t really sound amazing.

Charlie Day definitely has way more energy that Chris and Anya combined, but it doesn’t even seem like he’s trying the ‘Brooklyn accent’ that the bros supposedly will have. It just sounds like Charlie Day being Charlie Day.

Anya on the other hand, I may dislike her voice just as much as Chris’s. She just sounds like every generic white heroine in an illumination movie, with no flavour.

To quote Louise Belcher, when it comes to Peach’s voice:

“If she was a spice, she’d be flour, and if she were a book, she’d be 2 books.”

I’m also so fucking worried they’re gonna go the space jam 2 Lola bunny route and make have no real character traits or personality other than, ‘strong woman’ and ‘girl boss’.

I feel like the only actors I actually like are Keagan Michael key and Jack Black, mostly because they’re characters actually have resemblance to their game counterparts, but also because they have energy and Charisma when it comes to cartoony roles.

Long story short, when the movie comes out, I’ll probably just imagine what they’d sound like with my ideal cast of VA’s, which I’ll probably post about later. (;

#voice acting #mario movie #super mario #super Mario bros movie #I’m so exited and yet dreading so hard about this movie #I can’t #I also just want more peoples genuine opinions on the cast other than Chris pratt #please do my babies justice illlumination

[jewul]

I bought a little bag of mixed candy at the airport and wrote little reviews as I tried them on the plane. So without further ado I’d like to present….

Candy critiques

Jelly brains: A little mushy, but nice taste. sour particles from surrounding candy in bag subtly improved the flavour. centre jelly was not jelly enough for my liking. 7/10

Ice cream cone gummies: oh my god diabolical. why on god’s green earth makes chocolate flavoured gummies. literally zero redeeming qualities, almost made me throw up in my mouth a little. thank god i only scooped up one. -5/10

layered gummy hearts: soft but nicely gelatinous bite. can’t remember if these were supposed to be sour but they’re fuck all sour. weird tinge to the taste… 4/10

gummy shark: had to go back to the classics after a disappointing start. texture delivers but something’s not right about the flavour. maybe it’s my high altitude tastebuds. also has a bad aftertaste that momentarily took me back to the public washrooms in china, which are fucking gross. 3/10

watermelon rock candy: doesn’t carry the same ecstatic exuberance as my childhood memories of what museum gift shop rock candy tasted like. yet, a faithful steadfast combination of novel mouthfeel and flavoured sugar. I can find no faults in it except for my own nostalgia-tinted expectations. 6/10

sour octopus gummies: big expectations for these ones on the account of their promising texture and highly novel shape. delivers partway, full marks on texture and chew. Fails to deliver on sourness however, which is where big points are docked. 7/10

blue candy puff: A delightful chew. Its humbly oversized acorn-like shape is satisfyingly substantial, and where a similar flavouring failed in other candies, this one succeeds because it isn’t trying to be something it’s not. an airy treat. 9.5/10

green apple ring: has a lot to live up to in its starring peach cousin, and unfortunately falls short of the mark. the green apple flavour is contrived and on the wrong side of artificial, but the worst part is the texture: when i bite into a peach (or green apple) ring, I want to wrestle with it, tear at it with my teeth like gristle, until finally I am rewarded with a flayed ring, a broken length I can now gnaw on wholeheartedly. green apple ring offered no fight at all, no will or integrity stood against my molars. disappointing show. 5/10

rainbow ringed sour flower: a visual feast that steals the show in my humble bag of tricks. this candy is a flashy carnival sign, beckoning me to try it. so I bite, and I’m rewarded with the first taste of actual sour flavour in my entire mouth journey! the experience veers off the road a bit when I realize the overwhelming flavour of this candy is artificial banana, which is a profoundly odd choice when you have the library of alexandria of flavours to choose from. or maybe the banana was simply the flavouring who came out on top, having bested its brethren in a battle to hold court with my tastebuds. regardless of the odd choices, the whole experience was so zinging and tumultuous that I can only be grateful it happened. the score is not for the gourmet virtues of the candy, but for the wild ride it took me on. 9/10