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[hgfictionwriter]

Handy - Part Two

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie isn't done helping you with household projects. In fact, she helps you undertake your biggest one yet. But can she finally tell you how she feels? To be determined.

Warnings: None other than it's sickly sweet.

A/N: Thank you SO much for the response to the original post. I'm excited to share Part Two with you all. I hope you enjoy! Part One is here if you need it.

"Good morning! How is your day going?"

"Morning Jessie :) My morning's going okay. It's still early, so not much to report yet lol. I have a couple of meetings later though. How is your morning going? Let me guess, even though you have the day off, you've been up since pretty much sunrise, you've probably fit in a run, a couple of chapters and had breakfast haha."

"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me? lol. And you may be right about all of those things."

"Not making fun - it's really more admiration. If I had the day off I'd still be fast asleep lol."

"There's nothing wrong with that either. For the record."

"I appreciate the sentiment lol. Very generous of you. So, what do you have planned for your day off?"

You leaned back in your chair and waited as the three dots faded in and out in sequence. A frown crossed your face as they disappeared. Before you could think too much about it they came up again. Another frown creased your forehead as they disappeared once more. You sat up. What was going on?

A few moments later the dots reappeared and shortly after a text mercifully came through from Jessie.

"I'm running some errands in the SW today. I probably won't be too far from your office. If you're not too busy or don't have plans already, maybe we could go for lunch?"

Another text came through a moment later.

"No pressure though."

You leaned back in your chair and smiled. She was really so cute.

It had been a couple of weeks since your impromptu night over at Jessie's. You'd seen each other since, including when Jessie did in fact come by your apartment to patch up the drywall.

That said, lunch together mid-week was something new.

"That sounds great. I'm in a meeting until 11:30, but can meet you after."

"Okay! You know the area, so you pick where and I'll meet you there."

The morning went by quickly and before you knew it you were walking into the restaurant and wordlessly searching the tables until you saw Jessie. If she saw you, she was making a point of not showing it. Instead, she leaned into the menu, studying it rather determinedly.

"Fancy seeing you here," you teased as you grabbed a seat. She looked up, eyebrows high in surprise and greeted you.

"Oh hey!"

You resisted the urge to blush as she - inadvertently or not - looked you up and down.

"I feel like I'm underdressed," she muttered, giving a nod to your business attire before leaning back in her chair and tucking her hands into her hoodie pocket. You gave her a look.

"Don't be silly. You look great." She gave you a dismissive frown and you went on, shrugging off your jacket and picking up the menu. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"No, no," she dismissed readily as she began reviewing the menu once more. "Gave me time to figure out what I want."

"Okay, good. I always get the poke bowl," you told her and a wry smirk formed on her face as she looked at you over the menu.

"I knew it," she said in a very self-satisfied way.

"You know me so well." You rolled your eyes with a short laugh. "What kind of errands were you running in this part of town anyway?"

You frowned as she lifted her eyebrows high again, forehead creasing as she worked to respond. She didn't avert her eyes from the menu in her hands.

"Uh, just picking up something for the team," she relayed evenly.

"Oh. What was that?" You asked, curious and truthfully a bit skeptical.

The blush she'd been fending off broke through and her cheeks began to glow pink under your scrutiny. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Just some gear. Nothing exciting," she said with a laugh, her voice slightly higher than normal.

"Oh, I thought equipment staff would take care of things like that," you said lightly, immediately seeing her readying a rebuttal. You cut her off with a cheeky remark. "I would've said otherwise that if you just wanted to have lunch together you could simply ask."

Her face grew red and she subconsciously sunk into her chair a bit before righting herself and frowning at you.

"I know that." She nearly pouted before huffing exaggeratedly. She shot you a look and spoke pointedly. "Anyway, I have those new hinges for your cupboard. Does Friday still work for you?"

"It does, thank you," you said, allowing her some reprieve.

You enjoyed your lunch together, and although you wanted it to last longer, you had to be back at the office soon. You'd excused yourself to the washroom and when you came back Jessie was hunched over the table concentrating on something. When she heard the scraping of your chair on the floor she looked up.

"Good timing," she said with a quiet smile as she held out a small folded item for you. "His name is Bernard. He's for you."

The puzzled look on your face was quickly replaced with a wide smile as you realized what it was.

"An origami dinosaur!" You exclaimed excitedly as you looked it over. "The best use of a napkin I've seen yet."

Though Jessie wasn't outwardly beaming, the lift in her shoulders and the brightness in her eyes told you she was pleased by your reaction.

"He's awesome," you told her as you began to tuck him into your bag.

"Oh, I was just kidding, you don't have to keep him. I was just messing around," Jessie said, belated embarrassment now encompassing her. You stilled your movements and shot her a look.

"Throw Bernard away? And you kidding me?" You asked in mock offense. "He's mine now. For good."

Her cheeks were bright pink, but she laughed as she stood.

"So...Friday?" She asked again, a hint of nervousness sneaking back into her voice despite how nonchalant she was trying to make herself look. You nodded decisively.

"Friday."

"Alright. Well," Jessie stalled momentarily scratching her temple idly, her gaze focused elsewhere before she looked to you again with a small smile. "Thanks for having lunch with me. I hope your afternoon goes well."

"Thanks for meeting me. Let me know if you have to run anymore errands around here," you said with the faintest hint of teasing. It was enough to get Jessie to look away and blush once more.

"Yep. I will."

"Bye, Jess," you said easily as you stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug. Though her hold on you was still a bit tentative, like she didn't want to relax into it too much, it was still a far cry from how she'd been that first night.

When you pulled away, her hands went behind her back immediately and she went up onto her tiptoes. "I'll walk you to your car."

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"What's this?"

You looked over with a frown. You cracked a smirk as Jessie stood there, looking at you accusingly as she held up a paint swatch as if it was a piece of evidence.

"A paint swatch," you replied slowly.

"I'm aware," she said in exaggeration before looking a bit disappointed. "Why didn't you tell me you were planning to paint?"

You shrugged, really more distracted by how cute and endearing she looked as she pouted.

"Um, I'm sorry?" You offered with lackluster earnest.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to your wall with the swatch. You watched her as she frowned in concentration, lifting her other hand up to rest on her chin as she studied the colours in front of her.

"I think-" she started before turning her head to you. "Wait - do you want my opinion?"

You laughed. "Of course I do. You're my resident handyperson. Personal reno expert. Whatever title you prefer."

Jessie's lips pulled into a tight, shy smile as her cheeks began to grow pink. She turned her attention back to the swatch.

"I like this third one. I think the one above it will just end up too washed out and the one below will make the space feel closed in and small."

"Well, we're in luck, because that's the one I was thinking of."

She gave you a nod of approval before walking back over to you. She folded her arms across her chest, planting her feet and exhaled briefly. She took a moment before looking at you.

"Well. You're going to need a lot of supplies. So, we could go together and get them," she trailed off, her gaze following before resetting. "And it'll take you ages to do this whole place on your own, so," she waved her hand aimlessly for a few seconds, "I can help."

"Jessie." You gave her a pointed look. "As much as I appreciate that, painting is a big ordeal. You've already done way too much for me."

She surprised you by looking nearly hurt by the sentiment.

"I don't mind. Seriously. I told you I was happy to help and I meant it. Mean it." She gave a listless shrug. "I like painting."

"A whole condo?" You scrutinized, arching an eyebrow at her.

She blushed a bit, the smallest of smiles sneaking out as she shrugged once more. "We make a good team."

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It should've been no surprise to either of you that it didn't take much convincing for Jessie to get her way. The following week you were driving around town together picking up paint and accompanying supplies.

Again, you had to give yourself a reality check when you and Jessie were wandering the paint aisle of the hardware store together. It was too easy to think of yourselves as something more as you controlled the list (though curated mostly by Jessie...) and she pushed the cart and dutifully retrieved items.

It was pathetic, really, how you were fighting for your life, trying not to smile as you two were leaned in together as you compared and debated two types of paint brushes. You had to roll your eyes at yourself. You were in way too deep.

To make matters worse, Jessie - after bouncing her knee all through lunch and determinedly avoiding eye contract with you - offered to have you stay at her place while painting was under way.

"I'll take the couch again. You really can't stay here with the furniture all awry and tarped, and the fumes."

She was going to be the death of you.

"Okay, so everything's set - we've moved everything, things are tarped, supplies are laid out-"

"Meticulously so," you interjected with a teasing smirk. She shot you a mocking glare.

"We can get taping," she announced patiently.

You walked over wordlessly and removed her hat. You saw her swallow as she looked at you with wide, brown eyes.

"Not your nice hat," you told her as you tucked it away and retrieved a hat of your own. "I don't want you to get paint on it. Here, you can wear mine instead." You placed it on her head with a gentle smile, sure not to laugh at how her cheeks were now burning red.

She cleared her throat and adjusted the hat. "Okay, well, let's get started."

It was only a few minutes in when Jessie interjected.

"What are you doing?" She asked, clearly aghast and not hiding it particularly well.

You sat back on your heels and looked at her.

"Cutting in?"

"Freehand?" She said, her voice rising and narrowing her eyes in sheer disbelief. "That's what the tape-" Jessie's words trailed off as she examined your work. "Oh," sounding nearly deflated. "That's actually quite good."

You gave her a teasingly scrutinizing look as you did air quotes. "'Actually quite good.' Wow. The disrespect." She rolled her eyes at you with a laugh and nearly stamped her foot.

"Come on, you know what I mean."

You shook your head at her. "You're not the only one with skills here, Fleming."

You bit back a smile as her cheeks started to darken. She distracted by readjusting her hat, tucking her hand into her pocket and idly shifting her weight from one foot to the next.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"It is. I just haven't had my chance to shine," you continued cheekily as you stood up.

"Well, what I'm hearing is you don't need my services," she said, a glint now in her eyes.

"Jess." Her name came out like a pout and you gave her arm a gentle shove. She grinned before lifting her chin haughtily and giving a shrug.

"I mean, I can go."

"Jessie," you protested once more, jostling her a bit this time and pulling a wide smile out of her. You gave her a look of warning. "Don't make me beg you to stay."

That glint was still in her eyes as she leaned in and gave you a soft nudge with her shoulder. "Fine. I'll get back to work," she deadpanned.

You worked steadily for several hours, you and Jessie finding a good cadence and coordinating seamlessly early on. You nicked the baseboards and doorframes on a couple of occasions, but it was Jessie's fault. How could you be expected to remain steady and focused when you could see the muscles in her back flex and her calves pop as she maneuvered herself along the wall to paint. And her t-shirt sleeves rolled up onto her shoulders? A little too attractive. Never mind her biceps being on display.

The other close call was when you nearly dropped the roller when you felt her hand on your back as she shimmied past you and around the furniture at one point. The contact was feather-light, but it sent a shiver through you nonetheless.

Eventually, you both took a break, sitting flush against one another on the tarped floor, your backs against the couch that had been moved into the center of the room.

You were taking a sip of water when Jessie's phone began to buzz. You saw her look at it and you told her to take the call.

"Mm. It's just my sister. I'll call her back later." Shortly after the buzzing stopped, a text came through. Jessie read it quickly and sighed before calling her back.

You rose from your spot, aware of Jessie's eyes on you as you did so. You retreated to the other room to give her some space. However, you could still overhear Jessie despite how hushed she was trying to speak. You weren't intentionally trying to eavesdrop, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious.

"...I can't right now...I'm out..." A huff. "I'm...at a friend's...No...No...No." Then, in an even more hushed tone. "Y/N's..." Another exasperated huff. "I'll call you later. Yes! Okay. Bye!"

You gave it a few moments, but couldn't resist much longer and came back into the living room to see Jessie looking flustered and a blush lingering on her cheeks. She met your eyes before her gaze darted away.

"Hey," she nearly mumbled before standing up and brushing off her shorts needlessly. You, again, tried not to get distracted by her paint-covered hands. "Shall we continue?"

You worked late into the night finishing a first coat across the rooms before packing it up. Your body ached.

"I can't believe you have a game tomorrow. I'm so sorry," you told her, guilt creeping in.

"What for?" Jessie looked genuinely puzzled.

"Aren't you sore? My back is killing me," you asked incredulously.

"Oh, no, I'm feeling fine. It's good conditioning," she joked. "We'll get you a heat pack when we get back to my place."

You were going to need a hell of a lot more than a heat pack, but you gave her a grateful nod nonetheless. You bent to pick up your overnight bag, but her hand shot out and grabbed it before you could. She stood and swung it effortlessly over her shoulder.

"Ready?"

A/N: You all have me so into this now that I couldn't fit everything I wanted into two parts. Third part coming soon!

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #jflem #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #woso

[koolades-world]

Hello! I'm new to your account! My favorite demon brother is Levi. What about you? Anyway, I was coming to ask if you could write something with the demon brothers and an MC who has a really hard time hiding their emotions. Like if they are uncomfortable, their body shows it. Or if they are happy or excited, they try so hard to hide a large smile but can't. Like they have to practice for like an hour to keep a poker face. Thanks for reading! Stay warm!

hi!! welcome <3

I think my fav has gotta be Satan, but Mammon or Belphie have to be a close second

you got it! thank you for the warm wishes haha

Mc who can't conceal their emotions

Lucifer

he finds it so endearing

he loves the excitement that explodes onto your face when he gives you a present and how you try to pretend it doesn't mean as much as your face is showing

it makes it easier to make decisions when you don't want to verbally tell him for whatever reason

however anyone who dares to say anything negative about it will earn themselves a one way ticket to the Demon Lord's dungeon

Mammon

to an extent, he has that issue too

he can only go so long while holding your hand before his metaphorical tail begins to wag

quick to get you out of situations he knows you're not comfortable with since it's easy to tell since he's not the best with reading people

can't help but love how your face lights up when he finally agrees to cuddle you

Levi

he likes that he can tell how you're feeling because he knows you're never annoyed with his rambling or the things he enjoys

he grows closer to you quicker since your heart was on your sleeve

he knows that smile on your face is real and that your relationship is real

there's no pretending or need to be insecure that you don't actually like him and that's enough for him <3

Satan

while he was never afraid of you not being honest with him, he can't help but admit it's very handy

now he knows exactly what you want for your birthday

he hates seeing you upset and is quick to comfort you

expect lots of little kisses from him just to see you smile

Asmo

delighted the first time your face turns bright red as you grew embarrassed at something he had said to you

it was all history from there

he lives for your adorable reactions

whether it's presents or jumping out at you from around a corner, he will never grow sick of you

Beel

sharing has never been more of a sweet deal to him

if you wanted something he was eating, all you had to do was say the word

he's easily able to realize how happy you are just being around him, which warms him

however he will beat the daylight to anyone who gives unwelcome comments about it

Belphie

a total tease

will lots of little things throughout the day to get some sort of reaction, usually good

he constantly seeks you out, meaning he's usually by your side

he lives for your big smile <3

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[jenna0rtega27]

My request

Could you do a Wednesday Addams x reader smut

She catches you flirting with Enid and reads the text between you two, and later you come over to her dorm, it’s only her there, and she’s mad and silent.

She try’s explaining but is to angry to do so, ends up fucking you until she’s not angry anymore

G!p Wednesday btw

At the end enid walks in to see you two in Wednesday’s bed lol

Thank you so much.🖤

The love of his life

Masterlist

Thank you for asking +18 Wednesday x F!Reader (mermaid) Summary: Request Warning: Wednesday g!p, smut, penetration, rough sex, jealousy, slight mention of choking, dom!Wednesday, sub!Reader

Note: Sorry if this sucks. I am very tired today. But I still wanted to respond to a request so I hope you will like it anyway. Number of words: 1597

3rd Person Pov:

Y/n is sitting on a table outside. She is between Enid, Yoko and Divina sitting on Yoko's lap. And in front of her there are Bianca, Ajax and Eugene. It’s the weekend so no one has school.

"How's it going with Wednesday?" » Divina asks, turning to Y/n to give her full attention. She wraps her arms around Yoko's neck who also gives you her full attention.

" I don't know. Wednesday is less distant with me than the others. But she doesn't want us to show our affection in front of others. So we don't kiss in public. She doesn't even want to hold hands in public. » Y/n gives a sad smile to her friends. She wished Wednesday would show her love towards her more.

“And when you are alone? » Enid asks curiously. Y/n's cheeks reddened thinking about yesterday with Wednesday fucking her.

“To deprive her of that is a whole different person but I’ll keep that to myself.” »

Y/n and Wednesday have been together for 3 months. Even though everyone at school knows you're in a relationship, Wednesday still doesn't like to show love in public. But for Y/n it didn't bother her because in private, Wednesday showed her love. Y/n was truly in love with the goth and she knew she was going to end her life with this emotionless girl.

“Yeah good idea I don’t want to have too much explanation that could harm my hearing. » Adds Bianca with an expression of disgust. Everyone laughs at his comment.

“My shoulders hurt so much, yesterday’s fencing really exhausted me. » Enid complains while massaging her right shoulder which is painful.

“Wait, I’m going to massage you, you’ll feel better. » Y/n gets up and stands behind Enid and begins to massage her shoulders. Enid closes her eyes in happiness. It's been a long time since she had a shoulder massage.

" Yes like this. Just there. » Enid groaned slightly from the tension in her shoulders.

“Looks like you were fucking.” » Said Bianca laughing.

What no one knew was that Wednesday saw and heard everything. And she thought Y/n and Enid were flirting together. Anger surges through his veins. She clenches her fist and quickly heads to her dorm where she shares with Enid and Y/n. She goes back to her dorm and she does everything in her power not to kill Enid or Bianca or even Y/n. While pacing around the room, Wednesday sees Y/n's phone on her bed. The young goth had watched Y/n do her code once and she had held her back. She knew this information would come in handy one day.

Wednesday takes the phone and enters the code which is her date of birth. She goes to her girlfriend's messages and immediately finds Enid's name. Rocks form in his stomach.

Enid 🐺🌕❤️: I love you my dear

Y/n ❤️‍🔥🧜🏻‍♀️: I love you too my wolf

Enid 🐺🌕❤️: No you don't understand, I love you madly. I am so blessed to have met you.

Y/n ❤️‍🔥🧜🏻‍♀️: Stop it, you'll make me cry. And Wednesday is sleeping next door I don't want to wake her because you make me cry.

Wednesday closes the phone and throws it across the room. She's so angry you'd think smoke was coming out of her ears. Not only does she see her girlfriend flirting with Enid but they also exchange little words of love.

“Enid, I’m going to tear you into pieces and feed your flesh to the squirrels. » Wednesday serves her hands while injuring her hands from her nails digging into her skin.

" You're better? » Y/n sat back down in her place between Enid, Yoko and Divina.

“Yes thank you you were the best. » Enid smiles and kisses Y/n's cheek. “Oh no I put lipstick on your cheek. » Enid laughed softly. " Let me see. » Y/n searches in her pocket for her phone but can't find it. “Shit, I forgot my phone at the dorm. I will be back. »

Y/n gets up and heads inside the school to go back to her dorm.

When she comes home, she finds Wednesday standing between her bed and Wednesday's bed and looking out the window. His arms are crossed over his chest.

“Wednesday you haven’t seen my phone? »

“I threw it at the wall. » The young goth responds without emotion. Y/n frowns.

" All right? And why? » Y/n responds softly because she senses that her girlfriend is upset but she doesn't really know why and slowly walks towards Wednesday.

Wednesday quickly turns around and pushes Y/n onto the bed so she is sitting on the edge of the bed and Wednesday straddles her girlfriend's lap. The emotionless girl cups Y/n's jaw between her thumb and the rest of her fingers and squeezes.

“I saw your little interaction with Enid earlier and your messages between you and Enid. » Wednesday clenches her jaw and squeezes harder on Y/n's jaw. But then she notices the lipstick mark on Y/n's cheek and she immediately knows it's Enid's because of the pink color. Wednesday's irises turn even darker with anger and jealousy.

Wednesday forcefully pushes Y/n to lay her down and gets off of Y/n's lap.

" Take off your clothes. » Orders Wednesday, undressing too. Y/n immediately does as she is told and quickly undresses. Both women are now completely naked.

Wednesday climbs onto the bed and sits on top of Y/n between her thighs. “I’m going to remind you who you belong to. » Wednesday takes his hard cock and thrusts without warning into Y/n's dripping vagina. The young woman moaned in pain and pleasure at the same time.

Wednesday moves her hips with animal speed. “I'm going to remind you who can fuck you and put their lips on you. » Wednesday releases all her anger in her hip movement.

The young goth leans in and kisses Y/n. She sticks her tongue in her mouth and pushes it down Y/n’s throat who chokes her slightly.

" I'm near. » Y/n cries into Wednesday's mouth and clutches the sheets. Wednesday bites her girlfriend's bottom lip hard enough to draw some blood. She licks the blood and gets off of Y/n. The y/h/c girl moans and is sexually aroused and angry. “Get on all fours. » Y/n listens and gets on all fours. Wednesday feels even harder seeing Y/n's ass. She spanks her left buttock hard and Y/n moans in pain and excitement.

“You 'slap' is 'slap' to 'slap' me” Y/n moaned with each slap. Wednesday thrusts into Y/n’s vagina always without warning. She holds Y/n’s hips in place to help him enter her.

Y/n moaned loudly into the cushion. The young goth takes a handful of Y/n's hair and pulls it towards her so that Y/n's back is against her chest. Wednesday puts her hand on Y/n's throat and chokes her slightly as she continues to penetrate her.

“Tell me who you belong to.” » Wednesday whispers in Y/n's ear which sends shivers all over her body.

" Yours. I belong to you only. » The young mermaid said with difficulty with Wednesday's hand still on her throat.

“You’re right Cara Mia. You belong to me and only me. »

Wednesday pushes Y/n so that she is head on the cushions and butt in the air again. Y/n services Wednesday’s cock, a sign that she’s close. The girl with black braids moaned at the pressure on his penis.

“I’m going to cum.” » Y/n cries feeling close.

“Cum for me Cara Mia.” » Wednesday keeps her speed and rubs circles on Y/n's clit to help her cum.

Y/n screams and cramps her back while cumming on Wednesday's cock. The young goth moans and jerks off to cum in Y/n's pussy. The young y/h/c girl moaned as she felt the hot liquid invade the inside of her vagina. Y/n lays on her side with Wednesday lying behind her both tiredly.

“I didn’t hurt you Cara Mia?” » asks Wednesday, worried that she has hurt her girlfriend.

“Are you kidding, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. » Y/n smiled as she turned her head towards Wednesday.

“I love you so much Mio amore. » Wednesday kisses Y/n passionately. Their tongues dance together.

" I love you too my love. And don't forget that you are the only one on my mind. » Y/n replies, pulling away from the kiss and caressing Wednesday's cheek.

“Go get some sleep amore. » Wednesday kisses Y/n's cheek. The girl rolls her head over and falls asleep in her girlfriend's arms with Wednesday's cock still in her pussy.

The door opens slowly and Enid enters the dormitory. “It smells like sex in here. » Enid smirked seeing Wednesday's glare.

“From now on, I forbid you from touching or kissing Y/n’s cheek. »

“I can’t promise anything. » Enid laughed lightly without waking Y/n.

“If I see you flirting with Y/n again, I’ll destroy your stuffed animal collection and tell everyone that you and Ajax had sex in the school library.” » Wednesday responds without emotion.

“Okay, okay but I’m just telling you that Y/n is madly in love with you. So you don't have to worry. And I am madly in love with Ajax. But if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep in Yoko's dorm. I don't want to smell like sex all night long. » Enid hops and leaves the dormitory, closing the door gently.

Wednesday looks at Y/n and gently caresses her cheek.

“I’m madly in love with you too. » Wednesday whispers and she kisses Y/n's cheek lovingly. And she's sure she saw a smile and a blush on her girlfriend's face.

Y/n will be and remain the love of his life.

#jenna marie ortega #wednesday addams #g!p #jenna ortega smut #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #smut

[sleeplesssmoll]

Reverse 1999 HCs: The Kitchen

I mentioned these in passing, but I finally added them in post with more detail. Feel free to add your HCs to the buffet! Word count is 960ish so you know what you're getting into if you continue down this path of madness.

Apple tends to stay out of the kitchen unless he's looking for wine. He doesn't want to be mistaken for a tasty snack.

Regulus is banned from the kitchen but barges in anyway as the "official taste tester". She also steals from people's plates if they're left unguarded, unless it's Sotheby's. She is an exception. Vertin gets the worst of it where Regulus might lean over her shoulder and chomp down on her spoonful of food. This is the tax for sharing her premium snacks with Vertin.

As for the snack sharing, one time Regulus caught Vertin eating uncooked noodles with the seasoning packet sprinkled on top like chips as a snack. Ever since then, she gave Vertin free access to the stash of snacks in her room. There's always potato chips and Dr. Papper available to her friend.

Vertin stills occasionally eats noodles like chips because Madam Z used to do it when they were traveling together. When Smoltin caught her red-handed, Madam Z advised her not to be like her and to eat her celery sticks instead. They both knew that wasn't going to happen.

Sotheby is allowed use the kitchen with supervision. There needs to be someone there to give their opinion on her creative choices (stop her from accidentally poisoning someone).

Druvis is the head chef and Sonetto is her apprentice that does everything by the book due to her upbringing in the Foundation. For example, if they don't have the right ingredients, Sonetto believes they can't make the dish anymore. However, Druvis will teach her how to substitute things and improvise.

Sonetto is a great cook, but she operates like a robot that needs to be updated with new ideas from a programmer. All the knowledge is there, but she struggle to make her own conclusions. (This is something we see her struggle with in game but I applied it to cooking lol)

The Horror Trio have no interest in cooking, only eating. Although, Jessica and her Critter friends harvest things from the garden so Druvis can supervise/mentor in the kitchen.

Vertin can't cook per say, but she can throw together very basic meals a child could do (eggs, bacon, toast, grilled cheese, simple stuff). However, her specialty is eggs. She can cook an egg in every way possible thanks to Madam Z. The scientist told her if she learns to cook anything, let it be an egg. They're easy to cook, versatile, and a good source of protein. This is an HC but I can hear her explaining egg supremacy to Vertin. Fun fact: Eggs are a staple food in China and many Asian countries. Eat an egg for Madam Z everyone.

Vertin's also handy with a knife since it's all about technique and she's good with her hands. Before her crew, she probably ate a lot of sandwiches, Foundation MREs, and instant food (with eggs on the side).

However, one day Druvis witnessed hot bacon grease pitch onto Vertin's arm. Vertin flinched at first but continued flipping her bacon, saying, "It happens sometimes." Druvis damn near threw Vertin in the sink in her rush to run cold water over it. They didn't notice how serious Vertin's disregard for injuries were due to the lack of scars and reactions from her. Vertin doesn’t understand since it'll go away with a healing potion. This breaks Druvis's heart because even if it's healed, Vertin's putting herself through unnecessary pain since she's used to getting hurt.

That was the last time Vertin was allowed to touch a frying pan (rip her beloved eggs as collateral), but they still let her use the knife since she's adept with it. Also Vertin wants to help them because it's a way for her to spend more time with them. They couldn't chase her away after she admitted that.

There is another advantage to letting the Timekeeper help sometimes; Vertin's the only one who doesn't cry rivers when she cuts an onion. Sonetto and Sotheby are a mess when they try. Pupnetto has a sensitive nose and Sotheby is baby. Druvis keeps her deadpan face but tears will prick at her eyes.

Vertin didn't always eat her veggies as a kid and Madam Z wasn't sure how to make her eat them. It's actually Tooth Fairy who found a way to make fruits and veggies fun. Vertin now does the same for her Suitcase Family.

Imagine an elegant, celebratory dinner set up by Druvis, Sonetto, and Sotheby after a particularly tough mission. What did Vertin contribute with her knife? Sandwiches? Salads? Nope. It's this:

Fruits and veggies decorated as little critters! It's how Tooth Fairy advised Madam Z to prepare them so Smoltin would eat them. As a kid she loved it. Vertin is creative so there are many variations (she's the opposite of Sonetto who's highly skilled but lacks creativity).

They're a hit with her crew too. Even Blonney, who normally acts like a moody teenager when it comes to her true feelings, finds them adorable. After seeing the way Jessica's eyes lit up from the little display, she was inspired to try and learn too. In secret, of course.

Horropedia said they were neat, but listed a terrifying bunch of ideas for Vertin's next fruit/veggie display: monsters, eyeball, tentacles, severed fingers, a dipping sauce that looks like slime or blood...

Bonus:

Regulus: Vertin! What are you doing?

Vertin: I'm making cheese toasties (grilled cheese). Don't worry, there's no way I can burn myself.

Regulus: You're dealing with hot melted cheese. On a scale of 1 to 10, how angry do you think Sonetto and Druvis would be if I called them right now?

Vertin: ...Would you like one too?

Regulus: Cut diagonally, no crust. Thanks ❤️

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 hc #suitcase fam #this is me being self indulgent #also the idea of madam z having small traces of gremlin energy #that only tooth fairy and smoltin know about #is important to my mental health #the gif hits different after writing this #i should just write the damn fics lol #this post contains egg propaganda

[90s-2000s-barbie]

hi!! I love your room - can you tell me what's the story of it? did it take a long time to put together or is it actually from childhood? ty!

Hi! Thank you very much! Glad u like it. Great questions actually. Well I’ve been a collector basically since I was a kid cause I kept a lot of childhood favorites throughout the years but started thrift in 2009 my freshman year in high school. So at first me and my sister shared that green room when we were super little (it was baby pink at the time) then when we got a little older, my parents gave me this smaller room, and my sister got our old jointed room.

I’ve always been an angst music girl and kept my toys and collection around random places or packed away. Well when my sister moved out of my parents. I got her old room, that iconic room you all have seen. As I always loved my toys and childhood and yeah, I love Metallica and I love the Backstreet Boys too! I just was always super self conscious about it. Finally one day, I just said fuck it! I like whatever I like and I don’t care. I packed all my band merch away and decided to do what I wanted to do is when I did a whole redecoration of both rooms. I did this in 2016. It was the height of my Tumblr famous 90s2000sgirl Blog. Before I deleted all my content everywhere and went on a short hiatus. Those photos It’s definitely not from childhood though people get confused a lot and think it is.

The inspiration was not only just my childhood and collections but how I DREAMED of me and my sisters joint room back when we were small and shared this room together how we would have wanted it. Like how would these little girls wanted this room but thought it was impossible. lol so my parents made me keep the 2 beds and at first I was irritated but then I kinda used it to my advantage cause I had soo many cool Bedding stuffed animals and our old Canopy. Also my best friend use to stay the night all the time so really it ended up coming in handy anyways so that’s why I had the 2 beds. I hated it at the time but they wanted them after I moved out. lol I use to get questions about it all the time but that’s why.

I have a room tour on my youtube channel From that same time I did the redecorating. I use to get lots of questions about a room tour so I did a cheesy video on close ups telling where I got some of my stuff and how much I paid. Though I decorated in 2016, everything is from 90s-2000s. It took me quite a few hours to put everything up but I had it all up within one day but sometimes when I’d look at the shelves, I’d watch tv and move a few pieces around. Sometimes things look fine till ur really sitting there looking back and it looks goofy. lol another thing about my room, I had a lot more stuff too! Even posters I’d swap toys and posters out all the time! My rooms were always changing. No one would hardly notice but I just have so much and not much space. Though I loved this room, I will admit it’s so nice to be in a full house now. I just don’t share photos anymore.

Thanks so much for the ask! hope you have a beautiful day! 🩷😄

[peqchsoup]

hi! i love your work! may I request #19 and #37 for tangerine?

Ahh thank you so much!!! I feel so blessed that someone actually sent a request and enjoys my work! I really hope you were referencing the bed prompts post because that's what I wrote and I love it (I will also write for prompt #37 at some point today or tomorrow, but for now here's Prompt #19!!

Prompt #19: "You were kidnapped and I won't let anyone else get to you again."

Hold Me Tight

Tangerine x fem!reader

TW: mentions of blood, violence, kidnapping, and implied r@pe

I didn't proofread this don't judge me

You knew you should've trusted your gut. Something felt very off.

You were sitting at the bar of a fancy restaurant, waiting for the Twins. In the past two weeks, you worked on one of their longest jobs with them and it turned out to be a huge success. So, understandably, you wanted to celebrate. Tangerine chose Le Gavroche, one of the most expensive restaurants in London.

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You should've known that Tangerine wanted to do something expensive to celebrate. That's why you were looking at the menu for Le Gavroche on Tangerine's sofa, scoffing at the prices,

"£64 for Turbot? Are you mad?" Tangerine's head whipped round to look at you, Lemon giving you the 'take it back' eyes.

"Am I mad? I dunno, am I mad? Lemon, am I mad?"

"Don't bring me into this." Lemon went back to playing some kind of Thomas the Tank Engine game on his phone. Tangerine looked back at you,

"That job took weeks. Lemon nearly died, then I nearly died. So excuse me if I want to celebrate with some expensive food. I can't use this money when I'm dead, so I may as well use it now!"

You watched as Tangerine's eye twitched, his jaw wound tightly,

"All I'm saying is that I'm not paying £64 for a bit of fish!"

"Well I'll fucking pay for you, I'll buy the whole meal so no one gets upset. There, happy?"

"A bit, yeah," you muttered, and went back to looking at your phone. You should have realised that Tangerine would pay anyway, seeing as you were sitting in his £1.6 million townhouse in central London.

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So here you were, sipping your £30 glass of wine. When the bartender asked how you would be paying, you told him to open a tab under Tangerine's name and proceeded to recite his credit card details. You had those digits memorised a long time ago.

Tangerine wasn't a sugar daddy, per se, but he definitely had a sweet spot for you and if you wanted it, you usually got it. There was nothing romantic or even sexual about the nature of your relationship, he just couldn't resist your face. Which is why you were sitting at the bar in the black Rhode velvet midi dress with black Louboutin pumps and a Gucci canvas wrist pouch. Lemon and  Tangerine took you to Harrods earlier that afternoon and watched you try on at least 13 dresses with the Louboutins. You were finally going to have your own pair of red bottoms and you couldn't be more excited. Tangerine's materialistic personality really came in handy sometimes.

Once you had picked out your dress and bag, the Twins led you to the men's section to get themselves a new suit each. Lemon quickly picked out a simple black Burberry two-piece, tried it on, and was happy. Tangerine, however, pondered over more suits than you did dresses, and landed on a Gucci two-piece in burgundy. They each got a black Tom Ford silk tie to pull their outfits together, and to yours.

You couldn't wait to see them all dressed up in their new suits. Admittedly, you arrived early to the bar. But upon checking your watch, they were already 10 minutes late, and you hadn't heard anything from them. It was probably just that Tangerine was being too anal about his moustache looking perfect that they ran over. So, you took a photo of your glass of wine and sent it to the groupchat you shared with the brothers,

Got a tab started in your name already, T! And the more drunk I get, the more I like to spend…

When you sent that message, you were certain you'd get a speedy response. Tangerine didn't like you getting drunk when you were by yourself. The world was too dangerous and too many men would try to take advantage.

A few minutes passed and you had no response. It wasn't like them to not respond quickly. Lemon was attached to his phone most of the time, so you were certain he'd say something, at least. You wondered if your message hadn't sent to their phones, so you stepped outside to see if there was an issue with the signal inside the restaurant. You tapped your message in the chat and the little 'delivered' label popped up. So nothing was wrong with your phone. You stepped back inside to close the tab and headed off down the street attempting to flag down a cab to go to Tangerine's and see what was going on.

As you were waving down a cab, a black van quickly overtook it, cut it off and pulled up right in front of you. That was a bad sign.

You tried to start running but you had barely turned around before a guy grabbed you around your middle, covered your mouth to stop you from screaming, and dragged you into the side door of the van. It all happened so quickly that no one even seemed to see it happen.

There was another man who closed the side door of the van behind the man who dragged you in and no one else in the back of the van. It sounded like there was only one driver up front, though you couldn't be sure. Three men was doable. You had taken out more before. Although you were better prepared in previous circumstances.

You started to thrash against the man holding you from behind, kicking at the one binding your feet. The man holding you had his arms around your arms, holding them down to your sides so you couldn't hit either of them. The one binding your feet sent a startling hit to your cheek, knocking you near enough unconsciousness to let them get on with what they were doing. Having your hands and feet bound wasn't ideal, but it was a hell of a lot better than being unconscious. God only knows what they would do if you were out cold.

You had no idea how long you'd been travelling, and you had a feeling that the lack of windows in the back of the van meant that anyone back there wasn't supposed to know where they were or how far they travelled. The van came to a stop and you heard the click of the handbrake, meaning you had reached your destination. The man who initially grabbed you to put you in the van took hold of you and threw you over his shoulder, holding onto your legs so you wouldn't fall off. He stepped out of the van and into what appeared to be a barn. Probably on an abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere.

The man carrying you dropped you onto the ground with a thud and lifted you so you were on your knees in front of him, your hands tied behind your back. He stepped aside to reveal the leader of their gang; a tall man with a pistol held at his side.

"No offence, guy," you started, "but I have no clue who you are. Are you sure you have the right girl?"

He laughed and pointed the gun at your forehead.

"You may not know who I am, but I know exactly who you are. Lemon and Tangerine took my family from me, so I'm taking the closest thing they have to a family."

Oh.

OH.

This was happening. This was actually happening. You were going to die. You brain was going a million miles a minute. You'd never see Lemon and Tangerine ever again. You wouldn't get to tell them how much they meant to you. How much you loved Tangerine. Not that it mattered, you were going to die.

The gun clicked as the man cocked it, walking towards you and pressing the cold metal to your skin. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the end.

An bang rang out somewhere in the barn, your breath caught in your throat as you clenched your eyes closed tighter. You huffed out your breath quickly, breathing heavy when you realised it wasn't you who was dead, but the man who held the gun to your forehead. He lay motionless on the ground, blood pooling around his head. You looked up and there, directly in your line of sight 30 metres in front of you, were Lemon and Tangerine. They wielded huge guns and were wearing rain macs and rubber gloves and they just started blasting the gang members, somehow managing to avoid being shot themselves.

They mowed down the gang in minutes and came running over to you. Lemon started untying you whilst Tangerine threw his gun aside, dropped to his knees, and ripped his gloves off to hold your cheeks in his hands. He moved your face side to side, up and down before looking you directly in the eyes,

"Are you alright, love? You're not hurt, are you?"

You smiled at Tangerine's concern, feeling your hands and feet become free and rubbing your wrists to dull the ache of the friction burns from the rope, "I'm alright, T. I promise."

"I'm so so sorry we weren't at the restaurant in time." He looked genuinely guilty that him and his brother weren't around to keep you safe. The Twins helped you to your feet and Lemon pulled you into a hug. You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his heart while he explained,

"They sent guys to Tangerine's house to slow us down so they had a chance to get you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Hey, it's okay," Your voice was soft, "You found me and you saved me. I owe you both my life."

"You don't owe us nothing, darling."

You lifted your head to look at Tangerine, though still in Lemon's embrace. You noticed through their transparent rain macs that they were wearing their dinner suits.

"How did you find me?"

Tangerine smirked solemnly, "I guess your kidnappers weren't smart enough to turn your phone off. You still have your location shared with us." Tangerine lifted his phone to display the dot your phone made on the map.

"Oh, Tan." You left Lemon's arms and wrapped your arms around Tangerine's neck, pulling him close to you in a hug. He wasn't normally one for hugging, that was more his brother's style, but he quickly untensed and lifted his arms to put them around you. He placed his head on top of yours, giving a small kiss to the top of your head.

Lemon walked over and put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, "let's get you home."

The drive home was peaceful. Tangerine drove while Lemon sat in the back with you, comforting you when he noticed you visibly shaking. He stroked your hair and shushed gently when he could hear you whimper.

Tangerine watched in the rear view mirror every now and then, vowing to himself that, from this moment, he would never let you out of his sight ever again. That meant he wasn't driving you back to your flat. No, absolutely not. He was taking you to his home where you would live from that day forward. You already had your own bedroom there for jobs that finished late at night, as did Lemon. Tangerine couldn't see any reason for you not to live there with him.

It was deep into the night when you got back to Tangerine's house. Lemon walked to his room and Tangerine led you to his where he undressed and slipped on a pair of pyjama pants before he helped you take off your dress and found one of his t shirts for you to wear. There were no boundaries between you and the Twins these days. You had known them for long enough and had done so many jobs with them where you had to change in front of each other that it wasn't a big deal anymore.

"Goodnight, Tangerine. Thank you again." You said quietly, shuffling towards the bedroom door to leave and go to your own room.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed." "You’re sleeping in here tonight, love."

"Why?"

"Why? You were kidnapped, love, and I won't let anyone else get to you again. I don't want you leaving my sight."

You smiled and shuffled towards Tangerine's bed, climbing under the cover and shuffling close to the wall so he had plenty of room. He lay down and pulled you close to him and you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly lulled you to sleep.

"This alright, darling?"

You smiled, warmed by him asking for consent to just hold you. He was so polite.

"Mhm, goodnight Tangerine."

"Goodnight sweetheart."

#tangerine #bullet train #lemon and tangerine #bullet train tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine and lemon

[raspberrywhimss]

[POSE PACK] - Surprise, Surprise

Hello friends! I'm sending out my very first pose pack into the world with great trepidation and nervousness. I'm still really new to pose-making so this is by no means perfect, but I thought I'd share it anyway. 

I really struggled to find any pregnancy announcement poses where the bump wasn't showing so hopefully this will come in handy for some of you. It's meant to be for an early pregnancy announcement since most people I know IRL don't have a bump in the first tri haha. Please note that your Sim should not be visibly showing for these to work! 

Included / notes:

5 sets of poses, with variations for some of them

Ultrasound accessory by RHsims (included in the download link)

These are made with custom poses, so some clipping is inevitable 

You will need:

Andrews Pose Player

Teleport Any Sim

TOU:

Please don't claim as your own

Please don't reupload without my permission / put behind any paywalls

Please don’t edit without my permission

Do tag me (@raspberrywhimss) if you use them - I'd love to see! Let me know if there are any issues as well. Thank you and enjoy! :D

DOWNLOAD: CURSEFORGE | PATREON (FREE)

@ts4-poses

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 maxis match #sims 4 poses #ts4 #ts4cc #ts4 poses #my cc #sims 4 cc finds #sims 4 pose pack #sims 4 custom content #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #the sims 4 cc

[honeyflower-bellybower]

Coalition!Lance AU really saves my life everyday I think

Thinking about him taking over Allura's work and being insecure that he can do it at first but slowly settling into the role. He begins just as a helping hand but quickly becomes a point of reference for everyone (all the planets leaders and every Coalition member) because he may not realize it but he knows his stuff. He is battle smart and always thinks things through because he's so scared to mess up. Always puts others first. In a matter of months everyone's in silent agreement he is the leader.

He's very busy but happy. He gets to be both a hero and Allura's legacy. He gets to bring Voltron's goal forth and liberate all the people who are still under regime. He rarely gets out in the field himself, since he's always required in meetings and ceremonies, but his experience makes every mission successful.

Small detail, but very important: Coran is at his side, and notices all the similarities between Lance and Allura. His princess lives on in him. She would be proud. Coran surely is and often gets emotional when no one is looking.

With Lance as its leader, the Coalition also secures the best form of collaboration with the Blade of Marmora, thanks to his friendship with Keith.

Keith refused becoming the official leader of the blade, but of course he kind of became anyway. He's one of the best fighters and has vast battle experience, which quickly make him the center of every action. He's strongminded and capable of keeping a disperse amount of agents together. Plus, his personal relationship with the Coalition head makes him always involved in logistics, large scale strategy and decisions.

Gradually but in relatively short time, they become two of the most important figures in the liberation front. Their lives are full, always on the move, but rewarding. They are tired but content.

The only downside is they hardly get to see their friends and family. It's not like their first disappearence during the Voltron experience (they keep in touch with everyone) but it's sorta like being very important diplomats. It's hard to be home for the holidays and birthdays when the Universe is counting on you.

They share this fatigue. They share a lot, actually, both of them being the center of attention not because they wanted to but because they were needed. Their friendship somehow grows, even though they only see each other at official meetings and Keith hardly attends any. But they resonate.

They start keeping in touch mostly because it's handy. Why sending mountains of paperwork when you can videochat your buddy and explain? But it quickly becomes their way of letting steam off. They start calling each other every night. It's always super late when they both clear all of their full schedules, but they never miss a day.

It's not like they have anything to tell each other most times. They just, talk. For the sake of it. Tell each other their days or random stuff they think about. Often they're too tired to make sense of anything. Often Lance rambles about office gossip and Keith listens, or better, he listens to his voice, and if Lance's eyes weren't so bright and beautiful his own would drift closed. Often Kosmo is in the room with Keith and he pets him and Lance says he misses Kaltenecker, and Keith laughs because a cow isn't a wolf and you don't pet a cow. Lance pouts.

They feel warm, knowing they both just want to hear each other's voice and give the other some comforr from long, exausting days.

#this is what keeps me from the big jump i swear #it's so cozy #and sweet #tbh coalition lance wouldve been such a good finale for his character why #coalition lance #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld lance #vld keith #klance #klance hc #klance fanart #fanart #my art #voltron fanart #voltron hc

[andorerso]

For the 5 facts. Nemik lives, decides to join people trying to matchmake Jyn and Cassian.

so when I said replies may be slow, I didn't mean it to be this slow. so sorry, I was working on my Secret Santa fic because I'm a little behind but I will get to all the prompts you guys sent <3

anyway, Nemik lives, let's go

so Nemik lives (I'm partial to the headcanon that he's paralyzed though, but it doesn't really play a large part in this story). Cassian still goes back to Ferrix, then Niamos, then Narkina etc... basically, they don't see each other again until years later at Yavin IV. Nemik of course joined the Alliance, doing whatever he can to help. Cassian at this point is in his big angsty loner boy phase and doesn't really associate with anyone except a 7 feet tall security droid, but of course he's happy to see Nemik alive and well still, and they have a brief convo. I feel like Nemik would try to be friends with Cass, but he's in a mental state where he's just not really capable of it, and he's also often away from base for long periods of time, so they don't interact a lot. until Scarif. Nemik is one of the soldiers Cassian asks to come with them, and although he can't fight on the ground, his navigation skills and genius brain definitely comes in handy. so he, along with the rest of Rogue One crew, survive.

things change after that. while Cassian is in bacta and it's all still touch and go, the medics unsure if he'll even make it, Jyn pretty much refuses to leave his side but Nemik visits often as well, and they start talking. Jyn is very fond of him from the get-go, and I think through her, Cassian too would start hanging out more with Nemik, because god knows those two are attached at the hip as soon as he gets out of the medbay lmao

so literally everyone knows that Captain Andor and Sergeant Erso like each other, Nemik included, but getting them to realize it is proving to be a little harder than anticipated. Nemik wasn't going to get involved. yeah, he saw them in the hangar right before they left for Scarif, but they're adults who can figure it out for themselves, right? well, Bodhi is taking the exact opposite stance, so certain that they just need a little push, and it's very hard to say no to Bodhi and his puppy dog eyes. yeah, Nemik gets roped into this, but Bodhi just needs a partner in crime. (Baze refuses to get involved, Chirrut says all is as the force wills it. Kay wasn't even consulted)

together they go through all the classics of matchmaking: "accidentally" locking them in a supply closet, trying to make them jealous, we only have two rooms on this mission, you guys can share the double bed, right? etcetera... nothing works. Bodhi is losing his mind, but Nemik starts to feel a little suspicious... he knows they're both very intelligent people, but it's like they're not even noticing their less and less subtle and more and more desperate matchmaking attempts. it's downright strange. could they... no, surely not

but they could and they are. long story short: Jyn and Cassian are already together, and have been for a while, thank you very much. they preferred to keep it private at first because it's nobody's business, but the more Bodhi tried, the more it became about just messing with him on purpose. teaches you a lesson about meddling, I guess. (plus Jyn, with an alias, placed a bet on when they would get together so they could rake in the cash but shhhh, don't tell anyone)

#replies #anonymous #rebelcaptain

[loveandmurders]

Hi!! So each Sinclair brother has his thing. Bo has cars, Vincent has art/sculpting, and Lester has animals/roadkill. So could you pretty please write something where either little sister or daughter reader is into bugs? Just doing weird kid stuff like “Caterpillars and ladybugs are my friends. No!! Don’t swat at it!!” And rattling off facts excitedly like “Did you know moths don’t eat and only live for about a week?” But then later her years of having bug collections comes in handy as she grows up to be an entomologist. 💛🐛🐞

Hello there <3 This was such a cute idea, thank you for requesting it!

I hope you'll enjoy <3

LADYBUG'S BEST FRIEND

Warnings: silly facts about insects, mentions of murders, dangerous reader. If there is any mistake I'm sorry!

You were still quite young when your parents noticed your interest in insects. You could be playing in town and whenever a bug or a butterfly or anything would fly near you, you would stop to watch it with a certain fascination.

Very quickly you started to love to follow them and talk to them.

You even called them “your friends” (it wasn’t like you had anyone else in town anyways).

You enjoyed flying insects the most at first, but then you grew as fascinated about the walking ones, like ants, or even spiders (even though they are not insects).

Bo always found that weird, but he was glad he didn’t have to deal with a child who was screaming anytime she saw a little insect coming closer to her. Vincent enjoyed seeing your fascination and how your eyes lit up. Lester also absolutely adored it! He loved roadkills and animals, so your love for insects wasn’t that far and he could totally get it.

You started to ask a lot of questions about bugs and insects to your parents but their knowledge was soon not enough for you.

As you grew older, your love for them never stopped and you continued to wonder about them, and you were often asking Lester to bring you in the woods or somewhere you could discover new insects.

Bo bought you books and he tried to read some to you, even though he found this absolutely boring. He was always gently teasing you for this hobby of yours.

Vincent taught you how to draw animals and insects and dead nature. You became actually quite good and when he showed you some Vanity paintings of the Renaissance, it became your favourite genre.

You started to draw the insects you saw, or to follow some with your notebook and pen but you were always complaining about the fact you didn’t really remember them or that you hadn’t been able to see them well enough to do a good reproduction. So Lester started to bring you the insects he found dead on his way.

He didn’t find them often, but when he did he knew you were going to be really happy about it.

That was how you started to collect insects. And you continued to read books, and whenever you were finding a species you were trying to guess the family, and then you were looking up the exact name of it.

You also started to know a lot about them and you couldn’t help but share facts about them to your parents.

“Did ya know some moths, like the Luna moth, don’t have a mouth and so they can’t eat? And because of that they can only live for about a week?”

“No I didn’t, honey, but ya do have a mouth so please eat your soup now”

“And did ya know one ladybug can eat up to 5,000 insects in its lifetime?!”

“Yes, and ya eat heigh spiders every year, darling”

“That’s impossible, father, because the vibrations of our heart and breath are probably perceived as an indication of danger for the spiders!”

“... Ain’t knowin’ if I should be impressed or terrified right now, Y/N”

“Oh speaking of fear, caterpillars or larvae in general can feel stressed out because of loud noises! Isn’t it crazy that little things like that can feel so much! I wonder if they understand me when I talk to them, like Jonesy!”

Lester loved to listen to you and he totally encouraged you to keep talking about your passion, because he enjoyed how interesting you were but also because he wanted to let you know that he was proud of you and that he was supportive.

The twins listened as well but also shared looks, thinking their daughter wasn’t fully sane (but they still loved you).

You also started to get very interested in poisonous insects and deadly ones.

It was probably because you had been raised by killers, so you always loved dangerous characters in books and movies, and dangerous insects in real life.

You found it fascinating that a little thing could kill a human.

You also loved the idea that one day, a little thing like yourself, could kill a grown man.

On the other hand, it meant that your family wasn’t allowed to hurt one.

Whenever one of your parents would try to get rid of an insect, you would jump on their arms and beg them to let it go and to not touch it.

As you grew up, your collection grew as well: you also had more and more notebooks filled up with drawings and names. You also started to study the insects’ bodies and the way they eat, procreate, react when they feel in danger. You noted everything down in your notebooks. You also tried to fact check the books your parents bought you.

It happened that you sometimes proved the books wrong and you were so proud about it.

As you grew up, your hobby became a lot more serious for you and you started to really want to study insects.

Lester was really supportive of this. Vincent thought it would allow you to keep drawing so he was happy. He was also trying to make you do wax sculptures out of your little friends and you often agreed, so it was all good for him. Bo was quite proud that his daughter was going to study in the field of science, so he was also eager to let you go to college and then university for you to become an entomologist.

You were very grateful, especially because in a bigger city you also discovered how insects were reacting to the human impacts on their environment.

And that was how you decided you wanted to especially study this: the cohabitation and coexistence between insects and humanity.

Later on, you started to write articles about it and to work at a research laboratory that wasn’t too far from Ambrose.

Your parents were so proud they had been able to raise you right enough for you to have a normal job.

At the same time, your “normal” job allowed you to do some research such as reproducing the cell-killing protein of the spider Brown Recluse (Loxosceles reclusa), to make it more dangerous and then to use if on your blades, so now, when you came back home to kill tourists, your attacks were able to create instant necrosis on their flesh.

You ain’t a real Sinclair as long as you don’t use your knowledge to be destructive.

And gosh, your parents couldn't deny: you were one of them.

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[freesia-writes]

Chapter 22: Return

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During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

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Tech bounced his knee impatiently as the Marauder lurched out of hyperspace, Alderaan appearing in front of them. As they slowly glided toward the surface, Hunter appeared behind him, resting a hand on the back of his chair and observing the planet. It felt like they'd been here yesterday, but months had passed.

"There are so many impracticalities, Hunter," Tech confessed.

"We've been over this. Life is short, and ours even shorter. She's handy on missions and clearly made an impact on you. You already shared all your reasons, and we're here anyway," Hunter replied. 

"True. But I am concerned that my perception of reality has been altered by literary portrayals of this sort of thing," Tech returned.

"Well, take it one step at a time," Hunter advised, turning to gear up with the others.

Tech's hands tightened on the steering controls momentarily, and he sought distraction by moving through the long-memorized actions of the switches and buttons of the landing sequence. He had been forced to make a quick departure after his last conversation with Vel, called to another mission before she had woken up. He had remedied the situation by sending a transmission, informing her of his absence and his regret at their separation.

He had also determined it was the right thing to do, concerning his apparent interest in her, to follow in the steps of a variety of literary and historical characters and maintain communication during their time apart. He had been diligent to send transmissions on a regular basis, filling her in on their adventures as much as he could while maintaining confidentiality. 

Unbeknownst to the others, he had even made a few attempts to reflect upon and convey his feelings, in a variety of approaches, from descriptive analysis to poetry, though the latter was too subjective for his tastes. And now, forty-two missions later, they had completed their recent objective and found themselves landing on the very planet on which Vel had been recovering from her spinal injury.

***

Vel grimaced, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She had completed five full laps on her own, without any of the equipment, and was going for a few more with the assistive walker. It had been a long journey, but she was able to get around on her own and was now working on her stamina. She paused for a moment, leaning on the walker, when she heard his voice.

"If you keep pushing yourself like that, you're going to be outrunning me in a week," a gravelly male voice said. She turned to see Arthen grinning next to her, dressed in his standard medical attire, with a datapad in his hand. "You've made so much progress."

She stood up straighter, tilting her head and returning his smile with a bright one of her own. "Well, you know I've got you to thank for that, so you're really just complimenting yourself."

Arthen laughed, wagging a finger at her before tapping on the screen. 

As Clone Force 99 entered the expansive physical therapy facility, Crosshair located Vel immediately with his sharp eyes, nudging his brother with an elbow. Tech followed his gesture, spotting her brown hair, and felt considerably unsettled. 

"You sure you don't want us to come with you?" Wrecker asked, wrapping an arm around Tech's neck and rubbing a fist into his hair.

"No, thank you!" Tech snipped, wrestling himself away from his brother and fastidiously returning his hair to its... well, you know.

"Alright, we'll see you at lunch," Hunter said, "Come on." They headed for the door, Crosshair turning back to give a wink before disappearing into the corridor. Tech stood for a moment, watching Vel talk to the medical personnel, going through his speech again in his head to ensure it was precisely adequate. 

With a deep breath, he approached them slowly, hands fidgeting at his sides, "Hello, Vel."

She turned toward him, utter shock on her face. "Tech? What..." she drifted off, "I mean, hello." 

As she identified this newcomer, Arthen's eyebrows dropped briefly, but he recovered quickly and extended a hand. "Arthen Rass. Nice to meet you... Tech, was it?"

"Yes," Tech responded automatically, shaking the hand after an initial pause. He turned to Vel, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure where to begin despite all his practice.

"Um, I was just about to finish and go tidy up," Vel said, feeling a need to escape the situation.

"Might I have a quick word before you do?" Tech inquired politely, having trouble looking at her, eyes heavy with the weight of the time they'd been apart.

"Sure," Vel answered, "Arthen, I'll see you later?"

"Looking forward to it," he responded warmly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. He lingered for a moment, whispering something in her ear that caused her to blush and push him away, then he offered a nod to Tech before heading for the door. 

Vel turned to face Tech, cheeks still flushed, and he stared at her, dumbfounded. So many questions flew through his mind, and he was completely thrown off from everything he had been thinking leading up to this moment. 

"You are romantically involved?" he asked bluntly.

"Yeah, kinda," Vel answered, looking at the ground for a moment before raising her eyes back to his. "What are you doing here?" 

"I came... We came... We were on a mission nearby," Tech finished, still clearly distracted. 

"Nice," Vel responded flatly. "Well, it was good to see you. I'm sure you've got places to be." And she turned toward the door.

Tech's mind was racing, but the sense of urgency brimmed over his self-control, "Vel, I came to see you. It has been a while, but as you know, I have not stopped thinking of you."

Vel stopped, turning over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. "As I know? I don't know anything, Tech. You disappeared without saying goodbye. Then you show up after months and months and just expect everything to be the same? You can't keep dropping me off and fetching me like a spare part when you suddenly find a need for me again."

"That is not--" Tech began, feeling flooded with responses and questions.

"Take care of yourself, Tech," Vel said, turning back to the door, "And tell the boys I said hello." And with that, she walked as smoothly as she could, exhaustion requiring her to use the assistive walker, and disappeared out the door. Tech remained, arms at his sides, frozen in place by the oppressive weight of confusion and disappointment.

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[silvermoon424]

hi katy! felt like sharing this, but after some months of job searching and not going anywhere, i finally have a place interested in interviewing me! it’ll be a hybrid job, with one day going to the office and five days WFH. i really wanna try and do well on this, do you, or any of the rest of your followers, have any interview tips to help prepare?

Thanks for all you do, you’re a wonderful person! And I hope you have a happy halloween! :^)

I'm so happy for you!! That sounds awesome and I really hope you get the job!

Anyway, I definitely recommend prepping for the interview instead of just winging it. I know that sounds obvious, but you'd be amazed at how much less stressful an interview is if you've prepared for it beforehand. Obviously you're not gonna know what questions they'll ask ahead of time, but when I was interviewing I looked up different articles about the most common interview questions and tried to prepare answers for them.

Also, when they ask you "tell me about yourself," don't talk about your love of anime or your knitting hobby. You want to give like a 3 sentence overview of your work experience and skills, especially how it relates to the job you're interviewing for.

You also want to make sure you thoroughly research the company and job description beforehand. They're very likely gonna ask why you want this position, and "I need the money" or "you have great benefits" isn't the answer they want to hear. For example, for my most recent job interview for the job I landed, I said that I was very interested in the position because it allows me to expand my knowledge of accounting and because the company I now work for is a not-for-profit doing important work.

If you can't think of anything flattering to say about the company's function, just focus on the job description and compliment their company culture. At the very least, you want to have it come across to the interviewers that you have looked into their company and are interested in what they do. Yes, I know it's stupid, but you have to play ball during the interview process.

Also, always have questions handy to ask at the end of the interview! It looks really bad to not ask any questions because it seems like you're not interested in learning more about the position. When I was interviewing I had a list of 20 questions in my Notes app I could ask and just picked out the best ones. Here are some of my favorite questions; you should aim to ask 3-5 questions.

How will I be trained?

What does a typical day on the job look like?

What other roles have successful employees in this position transitioned into?

What grabbed you about my resume?

Can you tell me anything about the team I’ll be working with?

What are some challenges I can expect to face in this role?

What do you like the most about working here?

Do you have an ideal start date in mind?

That's really all the big stuff I can think of. I definitely recommend looking up articles or videos on how to prep for an interview, but also don't overload yourself with information. It's important to come across as natural when you interview, and like I said before it's impossible to know what questions they'll ask beforehand so all you can really do is have some vague ideas about how to answer some of the questions that might be asked.

Good luck, and thank you for your kind words!

#advice #interview #interviewing #job hunting #job search

[chubbening]

OH MY GOD OKAY HEY so me and a popular artist friend who shall not be named recently got into your fic Calories and Kink and IT IS SO HOT AND SUCH A HUGE INSPIRATION!!!! I literally started my own fic bc of it and I'm trying so hard to do my own things based on my own tastes and not lift too much inspiration xD

I just wanted to ask if any of your characters (Alexa, Reggie, or anyone else) has references? We may or may not be doing gay fanart for your adorable fat lesbian comfort fic.

Also I was stoked to find you're trans (us too)!!! Happy for you, also just learned you're a system!!! You both rock, keep up the good work, you got some real fans here :D

I think you just broke Ava's part of the brain lmao (she'll be fine) but thank you so so so much!! We've gotten so much lovely feedback on this story, and it means so much to us that what started as a kinky little side project has so engaged folks in our corner of the internet <3 Best of luck with your fic! One thing about writing is no one else is gonna do it like you, so even if you take inspiration, it'll still be your own.

It's funny you ask about references, because we've been thinking about commissioning some art for a while, just haven't gotten around to it (*coughcough* $$$). So like, we don't have ref sheets or anything. But (speaking of lifting inspiration) Reggie was originally inspired by one of NekoCrispy's characters, Astrid. Specifically the energy of this piece sparked something. Obviously we made Reggie a maned wolf and very much our own character, but we still think of her shape as similar to Astrid's (while compensating for NekoCrispy's more stylized hips), but 6' tall and with bigger arms ;)

For Alexa, shape- and vibe-wise, we go to https://www.tumblr.com/littlestpigletann. She's been posting since she was a lot smaller, so it's handy to dig back (on various platforms) and get a sense of Alexa at various points in the story. Although, Alexa's probably a bit lankier than Ann, who if I remember is 5'1" (Alexa's 5'6").

Feel free to DM us with any questions (about this stuff or w/e), we love chatting with folks! Honestly feels surreal to have people calling themselves fans and talking about doing art of something we created, like… Obviously no pressure to follow through, but we'd love to see what y'all come up with!!

Woo, trans! Honestly if we had a do-over, the one thing we'd change is making one or both of the MCs trans. We were just at a weird place with our dysphoria when we started writing it, and by the time we got comfier with things, there wasn't enough support in the story to retcon that. That's probably why we started doing more with Ash, tbh.

Okay, last anecdote here, the system thing is so funny in relation to Calories & Kink, because we didn't know we were plural when we wrote most of it, but we 1000% wrote Alexa and Reggie as individual self-inserts. When one of our partners started reading it, she compared us (still unaware) to Reggie because I fronted more during sex, but Ava, the more frequent fronter at the time, was like, "What? No, I'm way more like Alexa."

Anyway, thank you so much for sharing this message <3 We'll be giddy all day now ^^

Promise we'll work on the last few chapters soon--we really do want to give this thing a proper ending.

Take care,

Seija

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[punderfullll]

Where would you recommend looking to purchase Touhou cosplay outfits? I've been looking through EZcosplay, But I'm really skeptical of the how the quality may be. Are there other sites that you think would be better? I know you make a lot of your outfits by hand, but I really just don't have the skills to do anything wonderful like that. Thanks! Love your work!!!

Hello! First off thank you so much! I do make some of my stuff but typically if I am buying cosplays I do so secondhand. Mostly because it saves me a bit of money! So sadly I do not have a lot of experiences purchasing new! However I'll try to help the best I can with what I know :D! If you are interested in buying secondhand please send me a message and I'll send you my big info pile on it. I have a lot more experience with it in comparison so I have a ton of links and information on it! Ok so for new! I think the best place currently in terms of price and quality is typically Taobao. A lot of stores like aliexpress and other online shops that sell touhou cosplays are often just reselling from Taobao. Buying off Taobao can be a little tricky but you will need a proxy. I know a few touhou cosplayer mutuals of mine have had a lot of success with bhiner cosplay It is basically a taobao proxy with a focus on cosplay and there is a whole touhou section here <--- I have only ordered here once and it was for a Yukari Parasol prop. It was a pretty good experience overall and the quality was nice. The only major issue recently is I've hear Bhiner has stopped accepting paypal for payment. I'd have to try to put an order in to confirm that but it might be something worth looking into another proxy for! At the very least its a great way to browse what is currently being sold and bhiner always links the actual taobao stores themselves, so you could easily go through another proxy! Another touhou cosplayer also made a handy guide on buying some of the more fancy premades as well I'll also link that here <------ A very helpful guide!! I bought a costume off a cosplayer that bought it from a shop called fm-anime . Can't speak for the ordering process but the quality pretty good! It was a Touhouvania Alice cosplay. It looks like they have limited stock these days with touhou but it might be worth a look! RoleCosplay seems to have a decent selection and even some less popular touhou characters. I've never ordered off here myself though so I'd maybe look into reviews a bit more! Maybe I should put in a test order and do a review one day LOL EzCosplay (as you stated) I have heard mixed things about! It used to be regarded as a pretty okay place to get Touhou cosplays from but more recently I've seen some people complain about sizing issues and quality in regards to their photos vs product etc! So I'd maybe avoid that one! Lastly there was this google doc made a little while ago with some shops listed. I do not know if this is up to date but I thought I'd share https://docs.google.com/document/d/12w82AVDHKmJ1dKRRZ3CAYiy1S5TbqOR_o91NCJVqgUQ/edit Also there is a touhou cosplay discord I could get you the invite to (just send me a message first) Its full of really nice and supportive people and theres a cosplay shopping talk channel and lots of people with experience there that can help out! There's also a secondhand cosplay sale channel as well if you wanted to buy directly off another cosplayer! Anyways I hope that helped. Again please feel free to message me anytime if you need specific help. I'm always happy to help people cosplay touhou in any way possible :D If you have a specific character you want to do I can try and get as many links for you put together that I can as well!!

[tblsomedoodles]

Plz tell me about George. I don't think we ever had an explanation for George

I have talked about him before, but it's been a while and i'm always down to talk about George! : ) He's had a few different versions (and his own au that i did nothing with. It is one of the early stops in Donnieverse though, so there's that.) but the i settled on now is done in such a way that

But George is my IRL turtle if he got mutated in Rise. IRL George is an Eastern Painted Turtle that my family has had for...21 years i believe. (i was little when we got him so i'm not entirely sure the age.)

(i know i've shared this photo before, but he's hard to photograph and this is the best one i've ever gotten.)

Character George is a 21 year old (or he is post krang) Mutated Eastern Painted Turtle that Draxum accidentally mutated six years before the cannon boys were created. He works in the Hidden City as a mechanic (and general handy-turtle when no one has a car for him to fix.)

He's Morgan's neighbor and tends to keep an eye out for them since Morgan doesn't exactly have anyone else. I think Morgan might have a summer job running customer service at his shop since communicating with clients is often hard for him since the only speach he's capable of is turtle noises like chirps and hisses. (he knows sign language but doesn't use it much since his version is altered and there's not a lot of clients that can understand it. If he has to communicate himself, he usually just writes it down quickly in a small pocket notebook.)

He is very protective of those he sees as family or friends, though he doesn't really have many. (morgan is counted as one of those. the cannon boys would be too if he ever gets the chance to meet them.)

He also loves cars. just absolutely adores them. He loves working on and fixing them up. As a result, he's almost always covered in oil or grease of some sort.

I wrote up a bit more on his backstory too, but it's long so i'm putting it under a break for those that want to keep reading.

Draxum had acquired a baby painted turtle from a human to study to figure out if turtles would be a good mutation base. He left bitty, unmutated George alone on a table that had like a petri dish of unfinished mutagen, and George got into it before Draxum could turn back around.

Because the mutagen was incomplete, his mutation isn't the same as the boys, and is a little more turtle like than they are. The main obvious differences being that he, like unmutated turtles, has no voicebox, and he has a tail.

Draxum never quite realized he had human-like intelegence. He knew he was smarter than an average turtle but baby George was pretty scared of him and, as a result, never did anything around Draxum that could have clued him in on how smart his accidental creation was. (i don't think baby george intentionally hid his intelegence, he was just too scared to act on what he understood if Drax was around.) Draxum did spend time trying to fix the missing voicebox 'issue' but was never able to. It left some surgical scars around his neck that present day George keeps covered.

He escaped Draxum's lab the day Lou blew it up (In his specific au, he escaped with baby Raph and baby Donnie, but otherwise he escapes alone) and ends up loose in the hidden city.

After a bit an old Mechanic yokai finds and helps him, eventually taking him in and teaching him how to fix cars. I think the yokai gifted him the garage/shop of his, either when he retired and went to live in hidden city Florida, or died of old age. Either way he ends up with the garage/shop that is his pride and joy. He loves that shop.

Anyways, that's about it! That's my George! He can now be found floating around the Hidden City in all my aus b/c I can put him there! Idk if he ever meets the cannon boys in any of them (maybe Seer Twins b/c of Donnie Friend-adopting Morgan) but he's there. : )

Thank you!

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[aesopsharpmybeloved]

🛁 for the emoji prompts please 🙏 😏

Getting dirty with Father Paul while you're supposed to be getting clean. Written for the NSFT emoji

Hope it's not too bad :) The ending is something of a teaser for a Christmas smut fic I'll be writing, for which you can thank @aherdofbees, who inspired me... Also, keep watching her tumblr, because an illustration which will go with the story maaay just appear there uwu @vintageglassheart02 and @aherdofbees I love u

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🛁 - Shower/Bath sex

Shared baths and showers were a regular thing between Father Paul and yourself, and one of many activities you both deeply enjoyed. You loved the feeling of hot water cascading down your bodies as you stood below the shower head. Father Paul let you wash his hair, your digits scratching and massaging his scalp in slow motions, making the priest hum contently, and steal a kiss every chance he got. You washed each other’s backs, fingers working to loosen any kinks or knots that may have formed in your muscles during the day.

When Paul spent the night in your house, you’d often indulge in taking a bath which always lasted at least an hour. You even watched a film there once, thanks to a very handy bathtub shelf which provided a sloping stand perfect for a book or, in this case, a tablet, as well as room for two wine glasses to be safely stood there, while the priest’s body leaned against your own. Your head would be braced on a bath pillow, his own on your shoulder. You massaged his shoulders and spread the warm soapy water over his chest and stomach, while his hands drew circles over your thighs and knees.

While your showers and baths were always filled with tenderness, all love-filled touches, and soft damp kisses, every now and then the mood changed. 

—

You were making a Christmas wreath to hang upon your door when Father Paul arrived. You grinned when you heard him stomp his feet outside of the front door to get the snow off his boots, before he actually came inside. You carried on with your little arts and crafts project, listening to your lover then taking the boots off, and disposing of his big warm parka on a hanger. You only turned around once you heard his footsteps approaching.

You hid your smile behind your palm, mindful not to get any tree sap on your face in the process - the priest looked adorable. His hair was ruffled from the wind, cheeks rosy like two little apples and Paul’s lovely, usually pinkish lips had taken on a purple hue. “W-what’s so f-funny?” he asked with a teasing smile, his teeth still chattering a little. You let your hand fall, revealing your now even wider grin: “You look like you were just passionately snogging a snowman, love.” Paul’s lips thinned in mock-anger. “I’ll show you snogging a snowman,” was all he said before you were pulled close and cold lips crushed against your own. 

You shivered when his cold hands gripped your hips, but had to stifle a giggle soon, because you felt like you were kissing an ice lolly. Father Paul pulled away from your mouth to give you an unreadable look and then proceeded to swiftly move his hands up and under your shirt and press them against your bare ribs. You gave a high pitched squeal and jumped, slapping at his hands and trying to shove them away: “You utter tit!” He had the audacity to actually giggle and try to put his ice cold hands on you again.

You play-wrestled for a while, laughing until you ran out of breath, before he finally took a step back and raised his hands up: “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t resist.” You tried to give him a playful pout, but the corners of your lips were turning up anyway. “I’ll take a shower, and, uh, defrost a bit,” Paul said, still chuckling lightly and slowly walking backwards. Before he could reach the hallway however, he stopped with a look that was (unlike his hands) very much warm: “you could join me, if you’d like.” “I’ll just finish up here,” you immediately replied, “I’ll be five minutes.” 

It had started as all of your showers, you announced your presence by knocking on the bathroom door and entered the room. Paul stood in the shower, his shape slightly blurred by the condensation on the shower’s glass wall, and he seemed to be merely enjoying the warm water running down his body. You undressed wordlessly and were soon opening the door to join him under the ray. The priest smiled at you, his colour much better than five minutes ago, and opened his arms. 

You stepped forward carefully at first, but soon embraced him, once you felt his skin was now delightfully warm. For a while you just stood there, kissing wetly, until Father Paul grabbed your hips gently and spun you around. You giggled when he pressed his chest against your back and began delivering more kisses on the nape of your neck. Soon after two soapy hands began spreading the soap suds over your neck and back. Arms, hands and fingers then. Those wonderful hands then moved up once more to touch your collarbone before descending onto your chest. 

The priest took a hold of your breasts and started massaging them, fingers grazing your nipples every now and then, making you hum and turn your head towards him, a silent invitation to claim your mouth once more. You felt long digits on your ribs, your belly, coming down to grab your hips again. And there it was - the mood changed.

So very slowly, Paul’s right hand slid down, his touch delicate like a flutter of a butterfly’s wings, fingers softly gliding over your mound. “Mm… May I?” he asked ever so sweetly against your lips. You opened your eyes to observe his own, almost black with desire, and with a smile you put your hand over his own to guide it lower. Two fingers slided down between your folds and you shivered involuntarily. Father Paul began fondling your most sensitive area and your head fell upon his shoulder, a sigh leaving your mouth as you leaned against the tall body behind you.

Soon the priest’s fingers entered you and you bucked your hips, chasing more friction. His hard cock poked into your backside and Paul let out a shuddered breath. His fingers left your body and he turned you around once more before kissing you senselessly. He blindly reached for the shower head and turned it so that the spray was directed at one of the walls of the shower, all the while pushing his tongue alongside your own in a sweet dance. He turned the shower head away once more and backed you up against the wall, making you smile against his bruising mouth.

It was such a ‘Paul thing’ , warming the cold tiles up with water before pressing your back against them, ever so mindful of your comfort. The hand came back between your legs and fingers returned to slowly pumping in and out of you, quickly finding that perfect spot within and bumping against it with purpose. A thumb flicked your clit and the priest’s lips descended to bite softly at your breast. You released soft gasps and sighs of pleasure, praising your sweetheart lovingly and gently twisting your fingers in his wet hair.

He brought you slowly to your peak and your legs threaten to give out when you tug on his hair in ecstasy. He held you, sure and steady, and pressed you further into the wall. Strong hands gripped the back of your thighs and you were suddenly lifted up. Curling your legs around his torso, Father Paul lowered you onto his hard shaft, and your moan echoed among the drops of hot water. 

He gave you a few moments to adjust to his girth, your walls fluttering around the fleshy intruder. Paul’s fingers dug into the skin of your thighs and arse, sure to leave bruises, and his mouth left sloppy kisses on your neck. He moved then, giving a hard thrust and making your back drag along the tiled wall. You hung on for dear life as he began pounding into you, kissing everywhere he could reach and producing small pleasured sounds. You tried to move your hips in time with his thrusting and soon you found a rhythm that let you slowly climb towards your high once more. 

He captured your lips again, muffling his moans and yours, as his hips sped up their movement. Then, as in slow motion, you felt him shift in an erratic manner and your mouths separate. One of his hands left your bum and hurriedly flew over to the adjoining wall, and there was a wild look in his eyes. You looked down through half lidded eyes, still holding onto his shoulders, and saw that one of his feet was much farther away from the other than it originally was, nearly at the corner of the shower, and it looked rather unstable.

“What happened?” you asked between your laboured breathing. “I slipped,” said Paul sheepishly, his hand still bracing itself against the wall, trying to keep both of you from falling down onto the shower floor. You couldn’t help but start giggling softly at the situation. The priest was sheathed within you completely, his member giving a throb every now and then, and his body was stuck in an utterly awkward position, holding himself and you up with all the strength he could muster. After a few seconds, he began giggling as well.

“Wait, let me-” you said softly and lowered the leg he wasn’t holding back on the ground, finding your footing. Letting his shaft slip out of you, you braced the priest until he could safely return to both of his feet. “I think it’ll be safer like this,” you whispered into his ear and kissed him on the mouth shortly before turning around, putting your hands against the wall and bending over slightly.

Father Paul immediately got behind you and grabbed your hips, guiding you to lift your arse a little. Then, in one fluent steady move, he was buried inside your heat once, making you drop your head back in relief. His arms wrapped around your torso and lips pressed against the junction between your neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the soft skin there. He resumes thrusting into you in the same rhythm you set before your near accident and soon you feel the heavy coil setting within your stomach.  

You pressed your hands hard against the wall, desperate for something to grab onto as Paul’s precise thrusting against your sweet spot began overwhelming you, so you let one hand drop down and take a hold on Paul’s own, intertwining your fingers and squeezing hard. The priest returned your hold and his other hand went to tease at your nub once more. “(F-F/N),” he groaned into your ear, “k-kiss me.” You turned your head as much as you could, latching onto Paul’s mouth and sucking his lower lip into your mouth, nibbling on it gently. 

You could feel him twitch within you and knew he was close. Paul was breathing hard through his nose, releasing low whimpers against your mouth, hips beginning to snap faster, occasionally breaking the rhythm. His fingers on your clit started rubbing harder, quicker and soon you were as close as he, reduced to a whimpering mess under the priest’s attention.

“H-hold on…” he stammered out and suddenly stopped moving entirely, causing you to release a needy, unhappy whine, desperate to reach your release. Father Paul had no intention to let you suffer though, stopping only to take a hold of your leg right below your knee and lift it up, pushing his chest against your back and penetrating you as deep as he could. He resumed his fast movements, hand stroking between your legs at a furious pace now while his hips pumped into you. The new angle made you see stars and you managed to hook one of your arms around his neck for leverage.

“I’m so close, Paul,” you breathed, eyes fluttering open and closed. You were becoming light headed from pleasure, the burning within your core nearly painful now. “Good,” he replied, pressing a short, messy kiss against your open mouth, “g-good, because I’m about to come inside you in thirty se-seconds.” You let out a shaky giggle, which turned into an obscene moan as you found yourself on the very brink: “Let’s make it fifteen,” you managed to get out as you let go, your back arching in a way that would be quite painful were you not being crushed by a tsunami of endorphins, your legs trembling so hard it was a small wonder you were still standing, on one foot no less.

Paul ended up following you no more than ten seconds later, your walls squeezing him tightly and the sight of you so incredibly erotic. He moaned loudly into your skin and fucked into your hole hard, riding out his orgasm. You felt hotness spreading inside you and let your head fall against the priest’s shoulder, post-coital bliss making your eyes heavy and mind empty and quiet. A few short thrusts and soft groans later, Father Paul stilled in his movements, the hand that was previously rubbing at your swollen bud coming to wrap around your waist, the other one carefully lowering your leg back onto the ground. 

He held you close, unsure whether you’re fit to stand on your own just yet and you were rather grateful for that. Your legs felt like jelly and Paul was just so comfortable to lean against. The priest’s fingers wrote invisible words across your skin as his softening member slid out of you. "Not that I'm complaining," you said lazily after a minute or two, "but we're not really saving much water, are we?" Paul chuckled and pressed a sweet peck upon your smiling mouth. "Yeah," he admitted, "better get on with it. Are you alright, can you stand?" 

The rest of the shower was filled with slow tenderness, soft hands sliding across skin and through hair, digits covered in water wrinkles. Later, as you sat in a fluffy bathrobe on the edge of your tub, towelling drops of water out of your hair, Paul would watch you, eyes warm and loving. "Paul," you said, and it was then he realised you probably had been talking to him and he didn't hear a single word. "Huh?" He asked eloquently. There was a knowing mischievous look in your eyes and a grin playing on your lips: "I asked whether you gave the Christmas tree any thought already."

Hello, hope you enjoyed reading!  I originally had a multiple orgasms idea, but it just didn't work for me, so I'll perhaps use it in some future fics.

As always, you can find this story and all of my other stories on AO3. I gobble feedback up like Christmas cookies <3

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