#���� was sooo fun thanks for reading!

[lambilegs]

was reading your modern!lee hcs and omg lee x reader meeting on tinder or some dating app is such a fun idea

MODERN!LEE MEETING YOU ON A DATING APP

contains: sfw!!, fluff, just crush stuff nothing major middle picture is from: the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all by sumiko arai divider by: @enchanthings note to anon: so so so sorry for how long it took to answer this!! thank you so much for the request, this was so fun and so funny to write hehe

you can’t even lie — you one thousand percent swiped right just for her looks LMAOOOO like it’s not your fault even, her profile just has so little to go off of. it’s essentially just a lot of candid pictures her friends have selected for her, with some plain bio that just says what her job is and that she’s looking for something serious (yes, she cringed when adding that second part, and yes, her friends forced her to)

but still she gets bare swipes on her profile, since, well, she’s hot and people find her even hotter when they realize through her bio that she’s a special agent

and, lee? well, she kinda doesn’t swipe much at all, considering she’s very analytical and scrutinizing with everyone’s profile, overthinking about what their bios and fun facts indicate about them, and if they’re compatible with her

eventually, her friends have to snatch the phone and much to her horror, swipe on a bunch of people without pause, their cackles practically evil as she wordlessly watches

you end up being one of the victims of this swiping rampage, which leaves you eagerly texting her a greeting, biting your thumb when you see she reads your message

except... one hour passes. and then another. and then another. and she simply doesn’t reply, leaving you on read for two days before replying back

you’re expecting an apology, something to explain her lack of reply, but all you get is a “hi,” causing you to scoff in annoyance

you try your best to fish it out of her, replying, “hi!! I wondered where you went haha”

when she immediately replies, “what do you mean?” you text, “oh well it said you read my message two days ago”

after the speech bubble pops up then disappears a few times, you laugh out loud at her reply: “oh. I didn’t know you could see that.”

listen, I love her — but like, c’mon, we all know you’re CARRYINGGGG the first conversation. it’s filled to the brim with dry, short, one-worded responses from her, and at one point, you’re pushed to ask, “sooo why did you swipe on me?” since a part of you is wondering if she’s even interested

you nearly delete the conversation when she replies, “I didn’t. my friends did.”

the only redeeming factor is the text she sends a few minutes afterwards, saying, “but, you’re nice, though. they only swiped for me because they said I was overthinking it.”

and that naturally leads you two into a conversation about how much she’s hated dating apps so far LMFAO so you both wind up complaining together, which proves to be a great ice breaker

she has some texting habits that still get you on edge, though, like randomly dropping off the face of the earth for hours to days, and giving you blunt and short responses. even her use of periods sometimes has you biting your lip in nervousness LMAO

but, you can tell she’s trying harder, asking you questions like what you liked about your hometown, or what do you like about your favourite movie genre. you like that about her — her questions aren’t the generic “wyd?” she asks questions that actually allow you to reveal things about yourself, intimate things that really make you feel like you’re sharing these hidden parts of yourself

you eventually adjust to her texting style, slowly figuring out she’s not completely aware of how dry it comes off, and just doesn’t bother with any texting etiquette most people rely on in order to soften their words, like emojis or exclamation points

but, three weeks into texting, when she leaves for an entire two days after you and her had a conversation about your past experiences with romance, you finally crack and ask her, “why do you keep randomly leaving for so long?”

as you had partially expected, she replies with, “I just leave whenever I feel socially drained or get busy. I get caught up with work and won’t reply to messages during that time.”

when you reply neutrally, not exactly sure what’s the fair thing to say, she asks, “does it bother you?” it makes you smile a bit, to know she’s so in tune with your texting style she knows when you’re feeling off. that’s another thing you’ve grown to like about her — she’s perceptive as hell, remembering every little thing you’ve exposed about yourself and able to wind the map of yourself maybe even better than yourself. like, when you mention having high expectations for romance, she muses, “must be the early 2000s romance films,” as though she’s already confident in her ability to read you. and maybe she should be

when you admit you feel a bit hurt when she leaves abruptly without warning, especially if it’s right after you opened up to her, she replies, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it anymore.”

and she doesn’t. it shocks you, really. just how utterly and completely decent she is, how sure she is of ensuring her promise to you doesn’t go broken. she’ll now send you texts like, “work is getting busy, I’ll be back in a few days.” or if she needs to abruptly leave after a certain tender conversation, she’ll always let you know when she’ll be back to continue it. the entire thing makes your heart swell

when you first send her a voice message, it’s to explain a long ass story about a friendship breakup you had. a part of you is scared to, fearing that she’ll find your voice unattractive and maybe like you less. but, you know it’s a necessary step, and she’s bound to hear your voice anyways once you guys meet

so, shakily, heart throbbing, you send her an audio with a trembling voice and lots of — way too many — giggles

when she says nothing about your voice, only remarking on your story, you groan in frustration, nearly screaming in your pillow. you really can’t play any coy, indirect games with her, can you? and so, you send her another message, hoping it doesn’t come off as too serious when you say, “sooo kicking your feet over my voice?”

“kicking your feet?”

shit. of course she doesn’t know the reference

“like,” you text with a grumble, “do you like my voice?”

a bubble pops. then, it vanishes. then, it pops again. and, then: “I do. it’s nice.”

you know it’s barely anything, but still, you beam at your phone like an idiot. and, then, you release a nearly earth-shattering scream when you see an audio message back from her

you pray you like her voice, sucking in a deep breath when you hit play

and immediately, your eyes shut. god. what a goddamn pretty voice she has. it’s light, so airy you feel like it could be carried in the wind, drifting and drifting. and it has this pleasant little edge to it, rough but velvety in its occasional husk. god, you could get drunk off it

one day, when out with friends, you get drunk, high, or maybe just a bolt of courage form their insistence that this lee girl definitely has a thing for you. but, all you know is something triggers a bolt of courage to zap through you, and before you know it, you’re texting her, sloppily texting in the midst of the bumping crowd, “hiiioii I miss you”

she reads it, then to your intense nervousness, doesn’t reply till twenty minutes later, simply saying, “I miss you too”

you pout, replying, “do you really? you took so long to reply”

she immediately responds then, writing out, “I just didn’t know what to say”

“because you didn’t miss me?”

“no. I do miss you. I just am not used to all of this”

your eyebrows furrow. you type out, “all of what?”

“having someone I want to talk to everyday.”

the confession has you holding your breath, the rest of the room becoming drained out white noise as your gaze lingers upon those words, a swarm of butterflies whirling in your stomach. you bite your lip, texting back, “I feel the same way”

she excuses herself, then, saying she needs to get back to work. but, that doesn’t dissuade you from believing the earnestness of her words. you know she wouldn’t lie just to tell you what you want to hear. no, she truly meant it. and that has you buzzing with a thrill all night

the next morning, after sleeping in an egregious amount after the late night out, the memories of what occurred slowly settle back into your consciousness and you cringe, feeling embarrassed for how exposing you were in your need for her. when you pick up your phone and see she’s messaged you two hours ago, you wince slightly before opening it. but, what meets your eyes has you jolting up in bed with a sharp gasp, mouth dropping

“when can we meet?”

[king-candybug-backup]

Don't mind me but I've already read through two different fanfictions of Turbo, and one of them is of course your fanfiction

The way King Candy is written is making my brain vibrate happily, idk I can't write down my exact words at night but HHRRHHHRHRHRHR, I'm so excited with how the next chapter is gonna be, but also.... I love how King Candy interacts with everyone and Vanellope just standing between just to not make anything escalate, and especially chapter 8..... Oh I loved reading about it

And yes I binge-read Kill Switch this night because I'm completely sane about him.

CHAO CHAO!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH JDCFHXCVGH 💖💖💖💖 Sooo happy to hear you're enjoying it!!! :D

GRAAAHHHH THANK YOU, I LOVE WRITING CANDYBUG, HE'S SO FUN HEE HEE! I am ALSO extremely excited for the next chapter, it's another one of my favourites alongside chapter 8! >:3 Things are going to get violent WHEEEEE

YOU ARE SO VALID, I HAVE THE TURBO AUTISM SO BAD RN 😭

[ambiguousfiction]

MY BANDS FIRST SINGLE & MUSIC VID IS OUT NOW!!

We sound kinda like mychem, Coheed and Cambria & At The Drive In! If you like this snippet, maybe press the link to check the full song??

J made the music video in like. Basically a weekend (including us playing the gig and getting footage from it) which is Ridiculous,,, and they're never gonna see this so I can acknowledge how cool they are (very!) & how awesome that is (VERY!!) without it being weird lmao.

I looove the shot at the end of the MV where you can see us finish the song live and see how like? Pumped I am to be doing music again. This is just so so energising and I'm loving it so much (please don't make us flop so hard it ruins the fun lmao)

If you've read this whole ramble and are still reading... idk how to classify genre & workout soundalikes Nd whatever - what do you think we sound like?

I wasn't expecting so many of y'all to reply too or rb the post asking if ppl would wanna hear abt it, sooo this is me giving y'all a chance to have the first watch/listen as a way of saying saying Ty (cos the track has only been out for 90 minutes so far & Spotify still might not even have it up in Ur timezone if Ur in the states) 💕💕

~ ~ ~ ~

Also thanks to the people who encouraged me to post about the band, I'm gonna be annoying and tag all of you (just this once - unless y'all wanna be on a taglist or something idk? If you do lmk but I'll assume not).

@albatris @saturn-iidae 💕

@nauseakills @tracle0 @multi-lefaiye @chiprupt @shyslyces @va-nila-bean @dilly-dahlying @transmasc-wizard @shiskabubble ,,, dunno why it doesn't wanna tag u??? But I promise I tried :(

[mah-t-wordblog]

hiiiiiii, your fics are sooo adorable!! I love your demon slayer fics so much!! If you are still accepting requests, then can I share one with you if thats okay? If you dont want to do this then please dont feel shy to say no! Can you please do a modern AU where Yoriichii and Michikatsu are Muichiro's uncles and they decide to spoil their nephew with some tickles?? I love the family dynamic they have in modern AUs! Thank you so much for hearing (or reading? hehe) my idea!

Thank you so much! Omggg this idea is so cute!!! How I never thought about that? Hope u don’t mind that I added my little boy Yui! Hope u like!!!! 💛💛

Uncles' Visit

Omg this one represents this fic so much haha

Lee: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito

Ler: Yoriichii Tsugikuni, Michikatsu Tsugikuni (if you don’t know, that’s Kokushibo)

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Ships: NONE (family- you know-)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Yoriichii and Michikatsu slowly and silently opened the door to the apartment

They had come as a surprise to visit their two favorite nephews! They were going to love!

Upon entering the apartment, they caught a glimpse of a blue-haired figure sitting on the couch, so they ran over and shouted

"Surprise!"

The teenager looked up from his cell phone to look at them

“Oh, hi”

The mood was broken, ‘oh, hi’? What was that answer?

“Yuichiro? I could have sworn it was Muichiro” Michikatsu said

“Why are you confusing me with him?” Another figure appeared, coming from another room

The adults were confused

“Sorry, Yui, it’s just that he has such a serious expression that I thought it was you” Michikatsu laughed “come give uncle a hug!”

Yuichiro rolled his eyes “it’s hot, I’m not going to hug anyone”

It was true, the day was terribly hot, the two boys looked practically the same, in tank tops and shorts, with their long hair tied in buns, only able to be differentiated by Yuichiro’s black tank top and Muichiro’s white one

“Oh, we’re here, and do you intend to sit there all day?” Yoriichii said

“Ah, uncle, it’s sooooo hot, I don’t have the energy to do anything” Muichiro said, lowering his cell phone a little to look at his uncle, but soon continuing to use it again

Yoriichii and Michikatsu left the room and went to talk in the kitchen

“It’s a serious case of laziness” Yoriichii shrugged “what do you plan to do?”

“Let’s do what we always did when they were younger, they loved it~” Michikatsu smiled, his brother understood exactly what they were saying

“Alright, alright” Michikatsu sat on the couch next to the younger twin “but I’m sure we can convince you two”

Yoriichii sat next to the other twin

“And how do you plan to do that, huh?” Yuichiro said, with an air of contempt

The uncle who was sitting next to him just smiled, pointing to the other two sitting on the other end of the couch

“Uncle! Please! NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Muichiro yelled, Michikatsu had started tickling him, and the boy couldn’t resist.

“Your turn~” Yoriichii teased.

“H-hey, that’s childish, let go of me!”

“Childish? Oh come on, Yui, you can have some fun, you know?”

“Your brother is finding this really funny.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Muichiro was too ticklish, and his belly was being attacked.

“I don’t hear a no~”

Yuichiro didn’t have time to pay attention to his brother, he should really be worrying about the situation he had gotten himself into.

“No, no, no! Gehehehet ohohohoff!” He fought back the giggles as his uncle’s hands dug into his sides. “Shihit”

“No need to hold back~”

“Pfff, I’m nohohot gohohohoing to-“

“No going to what?” Shit, Yoriichii's hands found his upper ribs

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“That's it, Yuichiro! Let go”

At the same time, on the other side of the couch, Muichiro was almost dying

“UNCLEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA”

“Poor Mui~ too sensitive for his own good, huh?~”

Muichiro blushed, he was too embarrassed by teasing

“Is your belly your weak spot?~ I wonder what happens if I press this little button here~” Michikatsu circled the boy's belly button with a finger

Muichiro shook his head asking for mercy, but he wasn't understood, the tickling in his belly button started and he threw his head back

“NOHOHOHOHO *snort* EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA”

“How's the little grumpy boy over there, brother?” Michikatsu asked

“Have you already let out all the cute giggles you have inside you?”

Yuichiro blushed and covered his face with his hand, trying to suppress the embarrassing sound he was making

“And the other one?”

“I think I’m going to kill him soon~”

Tears rolled down Muichiro’s face

“PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE”

“UNCLEHEHEHEHE”

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP” the two said at the same time

The two adults immediately raised their hands, respecting the request

“Ready to go out with your favorite uncles?!”

“Michikatsu, let them breathe” Yoriichii laughed, always being more careful than his brother “we almost killed them”

Muichiro took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face and got up from the couch

“I'm going to change my clothes” he went over to his uncles and hugged them “sorry I didn't say hi properly! Come on Yui”

“Okay, okay, I'm going” Yuichiro got up from the couch “that was childish”

“Another round?”

“Eep! Get off me!” The teenager ran to his room, his face flushed and a small smile on his face

Everyone laughed, the visit from his uncles was really nice that day

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[visionsofmagic]

day 14: bucky barnes [dilf]

࿓ synopsis • you’re his sugar baby, so, he want you to show your gratitude to him in the way he pleases the most.

―❦ nsfw, sugar baby!reader, f!reader, sugar daddy!bucky, licking, fingering, neck holding, pet names, pink panties, sucking, begging, ‘is all! • 0.8k • writing about mr. barnes once again and having so much fun while doing it, enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“yes, like that baby, take it and be the good girl for me,” his liquor smell rushes to your nose, hand grips your hair from the neck, pulling your face forth and pushing it back, the taste of his cock on your tongue, licking it in pleasure, want to get more and more of it as you cry, tears washing your cheeks, salvia dripping onto his abdomen whenever his cock fill up your mouth. “fuuck – feels so good, mouth so good.”

whimpering, you let a few low moans at his praising, getting closer to your climax as he gets, earning a growl from him the moment your moans send a kind of pleasure jolt to his veins, flowing from his cock to his whole body.

sitting on the ground, on your knees, you don’t care about how much your knees have the color of red since being in that position for a while now. the only matter is him – satify him.

you look at his face from the below. he looks so good, blue eyes as piercing as ever, gazes travel on your body and face, making you see the power his hold of you – bucky barnes owns you in a way no one can. it’s not about the money, no, not at all – it’s just about being his both pretty baby and lover – he says it every time – he says that you’re worth it all.

and there you are again, being his obedient sugar baby as he fulfills his desires that he has for you.

still sitting on the couch, he looks down at your pathetic face, a smirk’s ghost is visible on his attractive face, sending you chills and getting proud of yourself. to do more for him, you begin to massage his balls with your left hand whereas the other one finds your clit underneath your pinky panties that is written eat me on it – bucky’s favorite; that panties on you, and nothing else.

his hand on your hair getting tighter, pulling you back, his cock appearing as it leaves your warm mouth full of salvia and precum coming from his fat cock. “oh look at my princess,” he says, kneeling down to your level, nose to nose as he holds you by the neck addition to the grip on your hair – his blue eyes burning your body alive as he looks hazardous. “turned on so much from sucking my cock with that pretty mouth of yours that you began to finger yourself without getting a permission from me?”

your mind tries to comprehend every word he says yet it seems so difficult because you just want to suck his dick again, making it wet enough that he will bend you over the table behind you, fucking you mindlessly only to take good care of your exhausted body afterward – the definition of fucking as an enemy and loving as significant other.

he shakes his head, understanding that you have no idea what he’s talking about. leaving your neck, hand grips your hand now, taking it from your soaking pussy. “did I allow you to do that? hm?” he asks, licking your wet fingers full of your juice, and looking directly at your face while doing it. “did you forget what you should do first?”

finally, the realization hits you, heat rushing to your cheeks as you nod, beginning to say sorry how you are, “so sorry buc –“

he slaps your face with his cock, furrowing, and leaving your body freely as he leans behind, opening his legs wider – his dick stans right in front of your face, his jerking off while waiting for you to get yourself together.

“daddy! ‘m so sorry daddy – please –“

“please what, princess?” he asks, smirking when you look at his dick inside his hand, mouth begin to get wet on its own, eyes sparkling, and you look like you’re nothing but only his fucktoy. even though you’re so much more than that – more than everything in his life, he likes to have you like this – pathetic little cocksucker for him.

“let me suck your cock, daddy, please!” having no dignity, you let out a cry, hands finding his inner thighs as you put your head onto one of them, pouting so that he will get softer and let you. the quicker you make him cum into your mouth, the sooner he will begin to fuck you.

“since my pretty baby asked so nicely,” he puts his cock’s tip into your mouth by opening them within it, then, without waiting, pushing it into your mouth in one go, earning a deep painful yet full of pleasure moan from you – swearing at the sudden high feeling of pleasance, he chuckles, “suck your daddy’s cock nicely, then, maybe, I will fuck that greedy pussy of yours.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear @chloee0x0 *lots of kisses!*

[simplydnp]

who's hand is in this picture?

A Mathematically Rigorous Proof That I Spent Too Long Writing

welcome to university math: dnp hand edition

(no, don't leave, you'll be fine i promise)

to begin, we need a statement to prove. we have two options:

- the hand is dan's hand

- the hand is phil's hand

now, for most proofs in university math, you are told a true statement, and you must show why it is true using logic rules, definitions, and theorems. but, we do not know which of these statements are true, so we have to find out.

to prove that a statement is true, we must show that it is always true for the situation presented. to show a statement is false, we must present a single instance where the statement is false (also known as a counter example).

a quick not scary math example:

definition: a prime number is only divisible by 1 and itself.

statement: all prime numbers are odd

(this is false, because 2 is a prime number and it is even. you don't even need to check if there's any others, all you need is one single case where it isn't true to disprove it)

so now that we have a little background on proofs and how to prove and disprove them, we go back to our two statements.

the thing with this situation is, one of them must be true (unless you're gung-ho on someone else holding dan's face while phil takes a picture on his phone of dan in his glasses, in which case, i applaud your commitment, but in actuality this proof will cover that option too)

the full statement we have is: dan is touching his face or phil is touching dan's face

now, because this is Real Life and we have a picture where a hand is touching dan's face, we know already that one of these options is true (as mentioned above) but! using symbolic logic you could also come to this conclusion.

this type of statement is an 'or' statement, and if you're curious, you can look into 'truth-tables' and see why, but at least one of the options must be true.

back to the proof at hand (bah-duhm-tss)

okay. now, proofs also must be 'general' in order to mean anything, really. these are statements of truth of the universe, not just for individuals. so, we will prove this generally.

we have 2 people involved, so individual 1 (dan, the owner of the face and potential face toucher) will be labelled as 'D' , and individual 2 (phil, the possible face toucher who does not own the face) will be labelled as 'P'. thus, this can be true for any such D and any such P.

so with our 'or' statement, in order to prove it, we pick one of the options and say that it is not true, and we have to show then that the other is true.

step 1: let's assume this is not P's hand. (assumption)

step 2: thus, it must be D's hand. (what we take from our assumption)

step 3: now, if it is D's hand, we look at what a hand on one's own face is capable of appearing like. (a definition or true fact about step 2)

the position in the given photo shows the hand with a thumb on the cheek, and a finger on the forehead. so, we find an example of a person with their fingers in the same position (or close to) and see if this supports our claim.

consider:

now, with this image, you can clearly see how the subject's right hand has the thumb on the temple and index finger on the top of their head, however, it is a close enough position for our case.

from the view of the camera, the closest finger to the camera is the edge of the pinkie. in fact, it will always be the closest finger to the camera in this position, assuming the subject has all fingers and no additional appendages.

step 4: we now compare this to our photo (we verify if this holds to our claim or contradicts it)

in our photo, the closest appendage to the camera is the edge of the thumb.

step 5: thus, it cannot be the case that D is touching their own face. (what the evidence says)

step 6: as we assumed it was not P's hand and have shown it cannot be D's hand, and as this is an 'or' statement both of these claims cannot be false, we can therefore conclude it must be P's hand. (our conclusion: re-stating the statement and assumptions and conclusion)

step 7: we verify that P is true (optional step but in beginner proofs you generally show why your case works)

to do this, i will show a picture of a person touching another's face, and compare it to our image.

consider:

now, this image is not exactly the same, similar to above. however, P's left thumb is on the cheek, with their index on D's temple. the closest appendage to the camera (if it were in a similar perspective as our original) would be the edge of the thumb.

comparing it to our original:

our comparison holds.

thus, we can conclude that the true claim in this statement is that P must be touching D's face, which, in particular means that:

phil is touching dan's face in the image

thank you for partaking in phannie mathematics. we now know. i am not sorry.

bonus:

phil has a hitchhikers thumb and dan doesn't so why was this necessary at all 🤡

[andypantsx3]

Deceiving the Duke | 9 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

length: 4.1k of 30k words | 9th of 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

You couldn’t think of a thing to say during the carriage ride, pretending to look out over streets glowing in the newly-risen sun. But you kept sneaking glances back at Lord Shouto, only to find him watching you contemplatively, his handsome face unreadable to you.

You wondered what he truly thought of you. If he had known this entire time you were only pretending to be Camie–why had he let you go through with it? Why had he kissed you last night, even?

You could almost think he had been trying to entrap you in turn, except that you knew him to be too good for that.

So why had he let you go on?

You stiffened as the palace came into view, a huge, imposing structure with immaculately whitewashed walls, rising several stories above the ground. An enormous wrought iron gate let into the grounds, down a short drive fringed pink-blossomed trees, which finally led onto a cobblestoned concourse which looked like it had never seen a speck of dirt.

Guards in the Yaoyorozu livery were stationed all along the palace’s face, their sabers resting conspicuously at their sides.

You felt your fingers tighten in the fabric of your dress.

Lord Shouto jumped down from the carriage as soon as it stopped, and reached out a hand for you again. You considered whether you should avoid it–you were not a lady, and you were now in the presence of hundreds of people who would see him do so. Before you could brace yourself to jump down on your own, however, Lord Shouto’s hands found your waist. Your stomach swooped as he lifted you out of the carriage entirely, placing you on the ground as though you were no heavier than a child.

Your knees felt suddenly weak, and you focused on getting your feet properly back under you. You did not dare grip his sleeve for support.

“Come with me,” Lord Shouto said, his low voice gentle in the morning air.

He offered his arm��as though you were a lady again!–and looked at you expectantly.

“My lord, I do not think you should treat me as such,” you said quietly, as a footman scurried out the entrance of the palace towards you.

Lord Shouto’s eyes picked over you, his head tilting. “There should be no object. You’ve already embroiled me in scandal enough, do you not think?” he said.

Your stomach turned over, but the tiniest quirk at the corner of his mouth told you he meant it in jest. Still–

“Your Grace, the princess will receive you in her sitting room,” the footman said, puffing as he approached.

“Thank you,” Lord Shouto said. Then he reached out and quite determinedly took your hand, pulling your arm carefully through his. He ignored the footman’s wide-eyed look, and gently tugged you along after him.

You were too stunned to say anything, your tongue feeling as though it had tied itself in a knot. The feeling only worsened as you were led deeper into the palace, down a long hall and through a series of intricately brocaded and muraled rooms with echoing marble floors. Eventually you emerged into a room painted a cheery yellow, with sunny rows of windows and several ornately patterned sitting benches.

Your heart stopped.

On the nearest sofa sat a gorgeous woman, with fair skin and raven-black hair, upon which rested a small silvery tiara. The Princess Momo Yaoyorozu herself.

Quickly abandoning Shouto, you dropped into the lowest curtsy you could manage, feeling your knees wobble underneath you. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Shouto swept the most absolutely cursory bow you’d ever seen in your life. You started, appalled by the slight.

What was he doing?

But the princess looked deeply unruffled, smiling as she rose from the sofa.

“Shouto,” she said, happily.

And then she rounded the table and embraced him.

“Momo,” Lord Shouto said in return. “It is good to see you in good health.”

You stared, aware that your mouth had dropped open, but completely unable to close it. So they–were a couple? But then you noticed the slight woman at the princess’s shoulder, who also reached out and embraced Lord Shouto.

“Jirou,” he said.

Jirou colored pink and cuffed the back of his head lightly. “Next time I’d ask you to consider causing a scene like this later in the day.”

Lord Shouto’s face went carefully blank, the very picture of innocence. “I know not what you mean.”

Jirou looked unfazed. “I’m sure.”

Just then, the princess’s gaze wandered to you, her eyes dark and fathomless and intimidatingly pretty. You froze under her sudden attention. “This must be your Miss Not-Quite-Utsushimi,” she said.

Your stomach lurched. She knew. The princess already knew what you had done.

Was this it, then? The moment of reckoning? What Shouto had brought you here for, to see that royal justice was done unto you?

But the princess just smiled, and gestured to a bench opposite the sofa. “Please, sit.”

You almost sat down reflexively right on the floor. Thankfully, Lord Shouto took your elbow and gently guided you to the chair, taking the place next to you. You tried very hard not to notice the way his strong thigh pressed against your skirts.

“Now then, Shouto tells me you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of trouble. I’d like to hear it from you, if you don’t mind,” Princess Momo said as she settled back into her seat.

You could barely think straight. It was like every thought you’d ever had suddenly gathered in your mouth, all clamoring to burst forth. You tripped over your own words, barely managing coherence.

“Your Highness–it’s not. I mean, it’s not my trouble, it’s Lord Shouto’s. I’ve gone and involved him in a way I did not mean, and he desperately needs to call off the marriage. It’s entrapment! He was caught with me, and I’m not Camie–his reputation—my fault, I mean–”

Lord Shouto’s gloved hand found your thigh, and you jumped.

His mouth drew close to your ear. “Breathe, Y/N.”

It was the first time you’d ever heard him use your name, and the sound went through you like a lance. You only just managed to clamp down on what might have been a horrible little whimper, your fingers clenching in your skirts for something to ground you.

“It’s as I described in my letters, Momo,” Lord Shouto said, turning back to the princess.

She ignored him, her gaze picking over you. “You mean you meant to entrap His Grace?” she asked.

“No!” you yelped, leaning forwards desperately. “No, please. You must ask him to call it off!”

She tilted her head and waited, as if for more of an explanation.

You blew out a nervous breath, trying to find the words to explain. “I am a–I was a maid, Your Highness. I have worked for the Utsushimi family for years. Just days before the season, Camie Utsushimi eloped with Lord Inasa Yoarashi, leaving her elder sister Caroline the consequences of the scandal. Mrs. Utsushimi–that is, it was decided that I should pretend to be Camie long enough for Miss Caroline to make a match.”

The princess’s eyebrows raised.

“I did not expect that I should–-that I should find someone as good and kind as Lord Shouto. I have no excuses for participating in and continuing the charade.”

You did not know how to continue. You let the words sit there in heavy silence.

“And what would you want now?” The princess finally asked. “Now that you’re to be revealed as a servant?”

You ducked your head. “I want only that Lord Shouto distance himself quickly.”

“And you?” Princess Momo asked.

You did not dare ask that she let you flee into the countryside as you so desperately hoped. It was the height of folly to think that you would be let off with no punishment. God, however had you thought you could have pulled this scheme off? What absolute madness had possessed you to go along with it?

“Whatever Your Highness thinks is suitable penalty,” you said, unable to look into her face.

“Why did you do it?” The princess asked, as Lord Shouto had.

You answered as you had then. “For money, Your Highness.”

Lord Shouto leaned forward. “For her family, Momo. She sends a wage.”

Your skin prickled, hoping that this admission would not make targets out of your parents too.

“And your parents know of this scheme?” she asked.

You panicked, getting to your feet. “No! Your Highness, please, I have not told them–”

“Momo, I’ll thank you not to scare my intended,” Lord Shouto intoned from your side. You realized he’d also risen. He took your arm, tugging you gently back down. “Nothing will happen to your family, Y/N,” he said.

Your pulse pounded under his grip. You tried to focus on how gentle and warm his touch was, as little as you deserved it.

Fuck. Fuck, just what had you gotten yourself into?

“You are lucky,” Princess Momo said finally, “That Shouto thinks this is all very funny.”

You froze, glancing up at her. He–he thought this was–what?

“He’s been writing me these past months, telling me of you. I did not like the idea of it, but Shouto tells me you are…good. That you did not mean to draw anyone’s notice, and that you have very consistently resisted his advances,” the princess said.

Your memory flashed to the feeling of his mouth on you last night. You had not really resisted his advances consistently enough. If only she knew how inappropriately you had reveled in them.

“I see that you are much like what he says,” the princess said, and you heard a kind of unexpected softening of her tone.

You did not know what to say.

“I brought you here to see for myself. And I am…satisfied,” she said. “Though, I will always watch out for him as he has watched out for me since the War for All.”

The knot of tension in your chest uncoiled a little. But surely, she could not mean that she meant to let an infringement of this nature go unpunished?

“Your Highness, I am afraid I do not understand,” you said.

Lord Shouto’s hand found the side of your thigh again, and he pressed those long fingers against you. “She means that she will insist on keeping an eye on you, once we are married,” he said.

Your head snapped towards him, and you gaped. He watched you back, those mismatched eyes glittering in a way that you found so very horribly familiar.

“Married?” you echoed incredulously. “My lord–I am not–you cannot–what?”

Shouto ducked his head to look into your face more closely. “Then you will not have me?”

You sputtered. “Have you? Me, have you? My lord, really, are you unwell? We’ve just established, I am not Camie Utsushimi!”

“I’m well aware…Y/N.” Lord Shouto said, his tone dropping terribly low. A little shiver went up your spine.

“And as you are now well aware, I have known for some time,” he continued. “I knew from the beginning. And I certainly knew when I kissed you last night.”

The shiver became a full body shudder. “Lord Shouto–it doesn’t make sense…”

“He never does,” Jirou piped up helpfully from the princess’s side. “He’s been strange since birth, according to Momo.”

Shouto’s features went intentionally deadpan again, as though he could not countenance such a claim. You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your mouth.

“He liked when you threw the apricot cake at him,” the princess supplied. “Wrote about it in great detail in his first letter about you. He also waxed poetic about your inability to speak any Greek, as though that were a great accomplishment of yours.”

Your ears went hot. “You did not,” you said.

Shouto had the grace to look the tiniest bit abashed. “Thank you, Momo,” he said, with absolutely no inflection to his tone whatsoever.

You were overcome by a wave of helpless affection for him. “Lord Shouto, I’m still afraid it isn’t done…much as I should–much as your affections are more than reciprocated. I–I’m afraid the scandal–”

“Will not bother me,” Shouto said.

You waved your arm helplessly. “My lord–”

“If it helps,” Princess Momo said. “At Shouto’s behest, I’ve found a little barren plot of land and a just-barely noble title that might be granted to you, in order to facilitate a proper marriage. I…owed him a favor, for services rendered in the War for All. That is, if you will agree to have him.”

Shouto looked back at you, looking a little bit smug for managing to have pulled all this together.

“I’ve procured a special license weeks ago. And I have also written Lord Inasa, and your Camie,” he said. “As it happens, I know Lord Inasa well enough. They will attest to having known of your status, and to having attended the wedding. Your friends Miss Uraraka and Lady Asui have also agreed, provided that you apologize to them in person.”

“As will Jirou and I,” Princess Momo said. “Which should be enough to get half the ton pretending that they were there.”

“Miss Caroline and Mr. Awase, should they care to continue their engagement, should also be told. There should be no impropriety in the match, then,” Shouto said. “Although there will still be talk of your impersonating Camie.”

You could not believe it.

It all sounded so unreal–that you, simply by agreeing now, could become Shouto’s wife.

Horrible, hot little tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“You didn’t tell me,” Shouto pointed out, though his tone was gentle. “Let those be the last secrets we keep from one another.”

A wave of emotion crashed over you, and it was only the princess’s presence that kept you from throwing yourself at Shouto.

It was real. He was really real, and he truly wanted you.

“Yes,” you said, watching him closely. “If you will really have me, then yes. It would be improper of me, I think, to admit how much I…how much I love you. But I have been driven mad with it, Shouto. I love you.”

A blindingly handsome smile lit up Shouto’s face, and he’d pulled you to him before you realized he’d even moved. He had you up and out of the seat in the blink of an eye, and he swept another barely-courteous bow in Princess Momo’s direction–one that you realized was born of years of friendship, rather than any disrespect.

“You understand we must take our leave of you,” Shouto said.

Princess Momo bit her pretty lip as though fighting down a laugh. “Indeed. Though I will expect you both back for tea the week after next. I still have questions.”

“I'm afraid I have a honeymoon planned,” Shouto said. He leaned down to you and said in conspiratorial tones. “I think perhaps some Greek ruins might be in order.”

You groaned out a laugh. “Shouto…”

Princess Momo waved you off, disinterested. “Then write, please. I am pleased to see you finally happy, Shouto.”

“I am,” Shouto said seriously. He pulled you towards the door in a bout of sudden impatience. “Thank you, Momo.”

She waved again, and then you were through the door, a footman collecting you and leading you back out of the palace.

Your head was spinning with a rush of emotion, and your heart beat a staccato of disbelief in your chest. Shouto helped you back into the carriage, a fond little grin on the corner of his mouth.

“You really mean it, Y/N?” he asked as he followed you in, taking up the seat next to you rather than opposite. You soaked in the delicious warmth of him alongside you, something you had been sure just fifteen minutes ago that you might never feel again. “Be honest with me.”

You nodded, looking up into his handsome face. “I promise to always be honest with you from this point on.”

Another smile twitched at the corner of Shouto’s mouth, a wry, mischievous little thing. “Good,” he said, his voice dropping low. “As I plan to make an honest wife out of you now, love.”

You shivered again, and Shouto drank it in with far too much satisfaction.

But then he leaned in, smiling, and kissed you.

Over the carriage ride, you spoke very little–far too occupied with one another to manage much conversation–but Shouto did convey that your wedding would be a secret affair, first thing in the morning, under the eye of the Archbishop who was closely aligned with the Yaoyorozu family, and excellent at keeping secrets.

Which left you with the entire afternoon—an afternoon you planned to spend wisely.

When you arrived back at his lodgings, an attempt was made to feed you and offer you a room of your own–so that things might be proper. But you hadn’t done any of this properly in the slightest, and you didn’t plan to start now.

In only a matter of minutes, you had both stumbled into Shouto’s bedroom, an elegantly-appointed suite that you would have to inspect more closely later, when you weren’t so preoccupied with what his mouth was doing just above the neckline of your dress.

“Shouto, you’ll tear it,” you said, as he tugged at the higher, more conservative collar of your servant’s garb.

“Good,” Shouto intoned in his low voice, his mouth still pressed to the line of your neck in a way that reminded you of the masquerade last night. “You’ll never need it again.”

His fingers tugged harder, and he murmured quietly, “Once I have this off you, you’ll never dress as a maid again.”

The thought made you dizzy, and you grasped his shoulder for stability, which only gave him better purchase to tug your dress down the other arm. Soon he’d gotten you down to your stays and stockings, and the appreciative groan he made as he looked you over sent little shivers over your skin.

He walked you back to his bed, layering kisses everywhere–over your face, your chest, your arms, any part of you he could reach.

“You’ll stop me, if you want to?” he asked, mismatched eyes flicking up to yours.

“I don’t want to,” you told him, reaching out to grasp his coat, pulling him down to the bed with you. His warm, hard body against you dredged up the memory of last night–all those straining feet of him pressing you against the wall, that feeling that had built up within you as he touched you through your skirts. “I could have screamed when they found us last night.”

Shouto’s face dropped into the crook of your neck, and he left a stinging bite on your shoulder. “I almost challenged Mr. Awase to a duel there and then. All good sense had left me.”

You knew the feeling–all good sense had left you quite presently, replaced with the burning desire to have him over you, pressing all along you, weighing you down into the mattress and finishing what you’d started on the assembly room balcony.

“Shouto, please. I want–I need–”

Shouto didn’t let you finish, sealing his mouth over yours. His fingers busied themselves with the laces of your stays, and it was only a matter of minutes until he had you bare to him entirely.

“Perfect,” he said, in a tone so low you could feel it in your bones. His fingers pressed between your thighs, and your gasp echoed in the early morning quiet. “You are perfect.”

You rather thought he was perfect, as you finally managed to push his coat off of him and tore at the buttons of his shirt. Underneath he was all hard muscle and smooth skin, and you found yourself struck dumb by the way his abs flexed, the way his waist tapered into the line of his breeches.

He was even more perfectly carved than those blasted Greek sculptures, and you surged up to kiss him again. His fingers found their way back between your thighs, and you threw your arms over his shoulders, clinging to him as he worked you up to the peak he’d brought you to last night.

It felt like you had no control over yourself as you writhed against his hand, your mouth desperately seeking his to quiet the noises you wanted to make.

Shouto’s touch was maddening, every twist of his fingers smooth and deft, and his thumb worked your clit so gently you wanted to scream. It was too much, and yet not enough, and yet everything you’d ever wanted—

“Please, Shouto,” you begged. “Please, please.”

“Please what, love?” he asked, smiling down at you. But you could tell he knew what you wanted, and that he wanted it too, if the hard press of him against your thigh was any measure.

“Shouto, if you don't take me in the next few moments, I swear there will be an entire hailstorm of apricot cakes with your name on them–!” you threatened, but Shouto was laughing and pressing into you before you could finish, and you cut off on another gasp, clutching him for dear life.

The stretch of him inside you was sharp, and unfamiliar, and a little uncomfortable at first. But he seemed to know what he was doing, teasing your clit and layering hot, biting kisses all over you, until you didn’t know what to focus on–until he was fully inside you.

He kissed you utterly stupid while he let you adjust, his hands everywhere, distracting you. He murmured sweet things, how beautiful you were, how lovely, how perfect for him. By the time he finally moved you were a shivery puddle of praise and feeling, and the slide of him was so suddenly good you couldn’t even think straight.

“I knew you were my match the minute you first spoke to me,” he bit at out as his hips worked against you. “I knew I would love you.”

You bit back an embarrassing noise as Shouto’s pace grew faster and unmeasured. “I–Shouto–love you–” you managed. Shouto’s hips jerked in response, and he grasped your thighs, pulling you even harder into him. You couldn’t hold back a moan as he hit deeper within you and the new angle had you shuddering uncontrollably. He huffed a harsh breath against your throat, similarly affected, his fingers digging into you thigh.

After that, it was only a matter of minutes. Everything about him seemed calculated to drive you over the edge–the feeling of him hot and hard inside you, the sight of his abs tightening and flexing between your thighs, his fingers and his mouth all over you. The flush of effort on his cheekbones looked so good on him that you could barely believe he was real.

Everything–absolutely everything about him drove you right to the edge of madness, and then another hard thrust from him sent you right over it.

You cried out his name, trapped underneath him as you rode out your pleasure. And it seemed to hit Shouto too–his eyes widened as he watched you, and he bit out a curse you’d never heard from him before. His hips stuttered, frantically bucking into you as if he had no control, and a warmth flooded inside you.

Shouto breathed out a shaky breath and relaxed over you, the sticky, hot weight of him pinning you underneath him.

“I love you,” was all you could think to tell him, your mind still fuzzy with pleasure. “I love you.”

Shouto’s mouth curved into another wry little grin, and he smiled down at you, those mismatched eyes glinting.

“I see I did make an honest woman of you, then,” he said, sounding a little too pleased with himself.

You kissed him to shut him up, and pulled him closer–unable to deny that he had. You couldn’t think of anything you wanted than to give him your whole heart, bare and honest and real, for the rest of your lifetime together.

There would be no deceiving the duke–-not anymore.

Especially if, after you’d caught your breath, you could convince him to make an honest woman of you yet again.

And hopefully, again and again and again.

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Well folks, here it is. The final chapter of Nervous.

Thank you once again to @zephyr-is-tired and @pro-weems-places for going on this little journey into the realm of slow burn with me, and editing the hell out of my messy work. Thanks for making it make sense.

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Nervous, Chapter 6

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The two of you hovered in suspense for a moment, the air between you thick with tension. Larissa’s breath caressed your lips causing you to stare at hers, as she did yours, in anticipation of what was to come. 

“The last move is yours to make, Darling.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. You surged forward, connecting your lips with hers in an instant. The kiss was firm, but her lips were soft. Your hands rose to meet her jaw. You released a desperate whimper at the contact and when met Larissa’s ears, she returned it with her own low groan of approval. 

The desk between you was an unwelcome obstacle, your hips rutting against its hard edge amidst the passion of your heated kiss. When Larissa moved to pull away, you grabbed her by the shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto its hard surface and knocking over anything in your path to assume a kneeling position before her, making you eye-level with her. 

You reconnected your lips the moment you rose to meet her, her hands falling to rest on your hips. She pulled herself into you, the contact of your bodies causing you to gasp into the kiss. Larissa took the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth and you whined at the taste of her. One of her hands slid its way up your back, finding its way into your hair before grabbing a fistful, tugging your head back to look you dead in the eye. 

“You are simply irresistible on your knees for me.” 

Your eyes rolled back at her words, and her lips latched onto your neck in a way that insisted she wanted to devour you where you knelt. 

Your shaking hands explored her body while her lips took their time, coating your throat in the lipstick marks you had been daydreaming about since that very morning. Her free hand palmed your backside wantonly, pulling you ever closer against her form. Her thigh made contact with your center and a breathy moan fell from your mouth. You needed her so badly you could hardly take it. Rolling your hips against her thigh for some much-needed friction, Larissa chuckled against your throat, and the vibrations it sent through you drove you mad.

“Patience, Sweetheart,” she teased, her fingers relinquishing their hold on your hair to slither to your front. 

She began undoing the buttons of your shirt at such a slow pace, you wanted to scream. Her lips followed each button downward, and your eyes followed her in their journey as well. You found yourself panting, hands resting on her shoulders as you watched her. When she reached the last one she rose to meet you once again, and you eagerly tugged your top from your body. Tossing your arms around her neck with a smirk, you pulled her back into you, meeting her lips with newfound fervor. 

Her mischievous fingers then found the fasten of your pants, tugging it free with practiced skill. Your eyes grew wide; in the same moment, the woman before you dragged her teeth over your bottom lip, a pathetic whimper passing between your lips. She pulled back a few inches from you, her gaze a searing one.

“Look at me,” she ordered, and your bottom lip found its way between your own teeth. Your eyelashes fluttered, and you looked at her with so much lust, it almost made Larissa give up on her games and ravage you completely. 

Eyes locked in a heated gaze, she flattened her palm against your torso, slipping her hand past your underwear to make contact with your thoroughly soaked center. Your brows knitted together in desperation, and your eyes almost left hers for a split second. She tilted her chin up in acknowledgement, almost daring you to look away, and her mouth fell open in shock at how ready you were for her, a soft groan emanating from her chest. 

Her digits circled your sensitive clit, and your legs parted further on their own accord, not caring about the bruises or any soreness you would most definitely have tomorrow. The element of pain only added to the pleasure her movements provided you. Breaking eye contact with her at last you squeezed yours shut, trying your hardest to keep from releasing the needy sounds that threatened to escape you. But you couldn’t help the whisper that tumbled from you, the one word that would shatter the principal’s composure.

“L-Larissa…” you begged. She immediately removed her hand from you, bringing her fingertips to her lips, now free of their lipstick, to suck them clean with a moan. You cursed under your breath, watching her perform the obscene action. 

“Sit.” 

You did exactly as you were told, shedding your bottoms in the process. Never in a million years did you think you would be seated on the principal’s desk in your bra and underwear. She watched your every move so intently, you thought her eyes would bore holes straight through you. 

Once in the position she requested she continued her descent on you, her hands smoothing over your thighs, prying them apart to stand between them. The backs of her middle and ring fingers swiped upward against your panty-clad center, smirking at your small gasp as if she hadn’t just been touching you there moments ago. 

Her lips hovered over yours, and your gaze flicked between them and her eyes. You leaned back on your palms on the desk, your body language more than welcoming her to continue her advances. Her tongue poked out from between her lips, and she licked from the underside of your chin into your open mouth as you struggled to even your breaths. 

Once your lips reconnected you moaned unabashedly against her, those tricky fingers moving your underwear aside for better access to you. They pressed against your entrance and Larissa pulled away a few inches, eyebrow raising in a silent question. 

“Please-” 

Your begging was cut short as she entered you at last, swallowing your yelp of pleasure with her lips. The pace she set drove you mad, and you arched your back out of desperation. Her palm made perfect contact with your clit with each stroke in and out of you. It felt so good. She felt so good. The coil in your abdomen tightened immeasurably. 

“Say my name again,” she moaned against your lips, your heavy breaths falling into sync with each other. 

“Oh, Larissa…” you whined, her words working you closer yet to that inevitable peak you wanted so badly to reach. 

Her thrusts picked up their pace and your head fell back, your breaths shallow as the delicious pressure inside you built higher and higher. Your legs wrapped around her hips, holding her in place hovering above you, her fingers pumping relentlessly. 

“Fuck, I need to…” You clamped your mouth shut at the embarrassing omission; you were close. Larissa knew from the way your walls began to tighten around her. 

“Are you going to come for me?” she whispered in your ear, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You only nodded in response, your legs starting to shake. You couldn’t handle much more. 

“I want you to come on my fingers. Can you do that for me, Darling?” she asked in her signature husked tone. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on your pulse point. That word was all you needed to tumble over the edge. Thank goodness the hour was so late; you came with a string of loud moans and curses, echoing around the room with their volume. 

Larissa worked you down from your high before freeing her fingers from you, planting a quick kiss on your lips. You remained seated for several minutes, positive your legs would give out if you tried to walk on them. The principal lowered herself into her chair in front of you, admiring her work. 

To her surprise, you hopped off of Larissa’s desk and lowered yourself to your knees before her, much like you would in prayer at the altar. You were dying for a taste of her. The woman before you gripped the arm of her chair with one hand, the other’s index finger between her teeth. Your fingers inched up her thighs, eyes meeting hers in an intense gaze while you hiked up the hem of her dress. Her porcelain thighs made your mouth water. 

Just then the scent of her arousal hit your nose, her musk mixing deliciously with her perfume. You wanted to tease her as much as she had you. You kissed up her inner thighs and reveled in the gasps the contact pulled from her. Reaching the apex of her flawless legs, you watched closely as her chest flushed a deep red as it rose and fell rapidly, peeking through the top of her dress. You had the same effect on her as she did on you. You tried not to let it go to your head and pushed onward. 

Your lips pressed gently against the sodden black fabric before you, and you knew they found their target when a breathy moan fell from Larissa. The sound urged you forward, teasing be damned. Your fingers crept up to remove her underwear, itching to make contact with her fully. The moment she kicked them from where they fell to her ankle, your palms separated her thighs further, and you glanced upward to find her gaze already burning into you. In your last effort to tease her, you blew a puff of cool air against her core, and the principal threw you a challenging look. You gave in, of course, and dove in. 

The moment your tongue connected with her center, you heard a low growl rumble from within Larissa, her hands weaving into your hair once again. Her back arched away from the chair and her hips rolled themselves into your movements, stroking her at as slow a pace as you could manage. 

Grateful your hands were free for the moment, you grabbed the calf of her right leg and threw it over your shoulder, and she responded by digging her heel into your back to encourage you further. You sucked at her clit, and her thighs snapped shut around your ears. She tasted delectable; you could feast on her for hours, you thought. 

When she finally released you and allowed you to hear again, you ran your nails along the underside of the thigh that rested on you, and she let out a high-pitched moan when you dug them into her backside. Flattening your tongue against her, you could tell by the way she tilted her hips toward you that you were building her up the same way she had you, and you sped up your strokes. You felt the wetness between your legs return at the sounds she made and you found yourself moaning against her in return. The vibrations from your throat drove her wild, pushing her higher on that steep incline. 

You were just about to pull away and leave her hanging like she did to you every time the two of you had spoken over the last few days, when her hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place. 

“Don’t you dare stop now,” she husked, and you wondered for a moment if she could read your mind. You only whimpered in reply, continuing your efforts as her legs began to twitch. “Stick out your tongue for me, Darling-”

Larissa loved that word, and now you did as well, especially when she said it like that. Eager to obey her every command, you stilled in your movements and let her finish herself off on you, your position as her plaything becoming clear. 

She writhed against you, the heat of your mouth urging her closer to her release. With one last glance downward, she came undone before you, the taste of her flooding your mouth. Only partially disobeying her previous orders, you sucked her clit back into your mouth, causing a second, more intense wave of an orgasm to come crashing down on her just as the first subsided. Larissa threw her head back in pleasure before relaxing into her seat once more. 

The pair of you sat in silence for a beat. You were in the middle of processing what you had just experienced when the principal spoke up, her voice still gravely. 

“Now, you have no excuse to be nervous around me,” she said with a sly smirk, and you could only chuckle in return. 

Now, you smiled knowingly when you passed each other in the halls.

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[jurassicpark1990]

@halflifebydjo @scionshtola and @richmondflyingsquirrels all tagged me to share some books i want to read in 2025! it took me a little while to get to it but these are some books that i meant to read this year and um. didn't </3 so now the plan is to get to them in 2025 :)

i'll tag @bundlebrent and @bluewaterhigh2005 to share theirs if they want to but no pressure <3

[honeydots]

commission for @antivanwine14 of their FANTASTIC xanlow fic, Navigate! thank you sooo much!! 🏴‍☠️

[jesperr-fahey]

(u can take this ask as seriously as u want or ignore it. full disclosure ik, like, three things about one piece so idgh but i love when people talk about and play-doh w/charas) for the op character how about. uh. sanji? or nami?

WHOOOOO thank you you're a hero!!!! the random word i generated is autonomy so i'm gonna write some nami for you :)

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Nami is eight years old when she moves in to Arlong Park. She's given a room, with a cot and a toilet and little else, next to the room that will become the map room. She has no pillow, no blanket, nothing to put on the walls, no window to peer through on clear starry nights, no way to feel the breeze on her face. But she has no choice, so when night comes, she sleeps.

Arlong himself seldom deigns to speak to her, instead delegating the task to the lowest ranking of his crewmembers. They give Nami their sea charts and measurements, tell her what to draw, and tell her when she's allowed to stop. They ignore her when she says that's she's hungry, that she's tired, that her fingers are bleeding, and eventually, she learns to stop speaking at all. Nothing will come of it, so why bother?

Even when she returns to Coco village, she can't ask for anything. They're under so much pressure already, all of them, and what right does she have, to ask Nojiko for an extra portion at dinner because she hasn't eaten since yesterday? What right does she have to ask for a hug? She has work to do, and she'll do it, and that's all that matters. That's all that can matter.

Years pass, like this. Eventually, she's allowed on ships, allowed to visit islands and chart them herself, allowed to sneak away and steal. She steals only berri, at first, only what she needs to pay Arlong back, but one day, when she's thirteen years old, she steals a small painting- a tree with white flowers, the sun setting behind it. She hangs it on her wall in that small, empty room, and it feels like a victory.

A week later, one of the fishmen slams open her door, bursts into the room, and grabs her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. In the midst of berating her for sleeping too long, he catches sight of the painting, and he laughs, long and hard and cruel. He rips it from the wall, tears it in half, and laughs again at the way tears well up in her eyes. You can have nothing, his laughter says, as clearly as if he was speaking aloud. Nothing that is yours.

More weeks. More years. More time, in an empty room that will never be hers, on a schedule that isn't hers to control, and then-

And then Luffy. And then Zoro, and Usopp, and Sanji, and then a ship, and then Arlong is gone, Arlong Park is gone, the room that trapped her broken and collapsed and shattered into a million useless pieces, and Nami is free.

Nami is eighteen years old when she moves in to the Going Merry. The boys are kind enough to give her her own room, a bedroom that doubles as an office, with a hammock and a couch and a bookshelf and a desk and room to stack the shelves with whatever she wants, whatever she finds. There's a door to the boys' room, a ladder to the deck, and she can use either whenever she needs to, and she can walk around the rest of the ship, too, and when they land on a new island she can take out her surveying tools and she can work, she can really work, without malice and violence closing in from every side, and she's free.

She's free.

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(send me a character or relationship, and i'll write a drabble based on a randomly generated word!)

[edmondmilk]

Trying to find a game to play and get passionate about again, but 24hrs later I just go back to reading my bl novel.

[pathfinderswiftpen]

Being able to read stuff (for fun!) that you used to read for undergrad before dropping out (yay trauma) and make annotations and summaries like you couldn't manage to do during undergrad is sooooo gratifying

[hecatesbroom]

To be honest I was wondering if you have a top 5 of books 👀

Hii! Now, that's a hard question :') I have so many!! I think if I were to make a top 5, it'd look something like this:

(Limited to English books only because I really wouldn't know how to choose otherwise haha)

The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir (if I had to pick just one, it'd be Harrow the Ninth, book 2 in the series)

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien (which he wanted to have published as one big book, so hey, this isn't technically cheating!)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley

I tried to vary a bit in genre with this, and honestly my favourite books change quite frequently, but I'd say the top 3 are pretty stable! (I'm not sure anything will ever be able to beat The Locked Tomb for me anymore haha)