#sorry this took ao long to answer

[sk3tch404]

Lmao np <33 I always enjoy drawing Yandere's as pathetic lil meow meows hehe (funfact: I actually drew Rory first but after I finished his lineart I was like, wait shit I don't have a full color reference- and then I hyperfocused on drawing jay instead lol)

Also, you 🤝 me: jayce + jack o' lanterns = stonks ✅ ✅ ✅

Also also, ngl if Darling were self-aware she'd def hate me, because I always try to speedrun the Bad ending first lmaooo

Also^3, every time I hear baggy pants, I can't help but remember the boys I went to school with a few years ago, who wore the most ugly, most a t r o c i o u s pairs of baggy pants I have ever seen 💀💀

For Reference: https://imgur.com/a/fZsHsF7

This is what I'm talking about^^ like pls,, just sTO P-

About the blue reference, the paragraph I meant was the one about how I only liked EJ so much because of his BLUE mask 😔 young me truly set the bar too low (maybe it's because of him that I'm attracted to most fictional mad scientists/doctors with no morals now, damn this bastard 😒)

Oh, and the OG mikey myers Movie is the 1978 one! ^^

And finally about the Christian Gang /hj (every holiday Yandere of yours has/used to have strong Christian influences but these three are still considered extra Christian to me so I'm just gonna start calling em that lolololol)

Gonna be honest, when you revealed that one of them was gonna be Christmas, I immediately headcanoned him as just some guy in Christmas elf costume- thank god that's not the case though (I say, even though I know damn well that I'm still gonna draw him in that costume the nanosecond you drop a ref for him, because he's a lil skrimblo who needs to get a reality check via me shitposting him into humility)

Also ofc the twins are ginger 😒🙄 /derogatory /j okay but fr, whenever I see a fictional ginger online I'm like ....Ed Sheeran??? 😱😱 (coughcoughchildecough)

-Ren'py anon

OKAY OKAY I'LL DROP A SMIDGE OF RORY SPRITES SO U CAN COLOR IT BBG

He only wears shades outside lol

HEHEHE YES JACK O'LANTERN STONKS GO UP IN THE BRAIN CELL ACTIVITY

Eh, I mean, its always fun to get the bad ending first though. Just to see then get all angry and violent 😍 good shit tbh

MC would def hate you, but I feel like it would take a bit to get the bad bad ending yk? I don't have the obvious, good/neutral/bad choices most of the time (although there are some choices that will obviously lead to negative consequences lol)

JAYCE ONLY WEARS THE ONES IN STYLE RN NOT THOSE LMAOOOO

Though they can look good if done right, those boys at school were definitely not doing it right 💀

Now I understand the blue reference! Ugh how did I MISS IT SO BAD 😭 gosh you were going crazy abt him and the color blueeeeee

I understand how that all kick started ur obsession with fucked up men. We are one in the same 😎

Hehehe thank you for the confirmation! I will be watching Myers stand there menacingly as I look up fics of him 😍

It's so funny that you call them the Christan gang, but it's not gonna have all the significant original values and whatnot. It's just a global holiday thingy that everybody does regardless of religious background (Though I'm glad you still see their origins and acknowledge their important purpose to many other people!)

GOD HELP WHY? I ONLY WATCHED LIKE 10 MINUTES IF THAT ELF MOVIE WHEN I WAS IN 6TH GRADE DURING LUNCH? WHY WERE THEY PLAYING IT DURING LUNCH YOU ASK? BC OF CHRISTMAS OR SMTH IDK, BUT IT WAS OKAY IG

It would be very funny to see him as an elf that works at the mall as a side 😇 He needs it anyway

Regarding the Twin's, THEY HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE MAKE GINGER JOKES, SO BAD. THE MINUTE SOMEONE SAYS ANYTHING ABT ED SHEERAN AROUND THEM, THEY EITHER ZIP OUT OF THERE OR FIGHT. NO IN BETWEEN.

Typical gingers 🙄 so sensitive dude

Childe is one of the only gingers I can tolerate. If these two didnt have a life and played Genshin, they would favor Childe so much.

[not-shady]

so, how long do black labels last? is it like a monthly thing or just a couple days

Depends on the weapon, how well they are put on, and how well the label was made considering he makes them himself... I think the shortest time was when he tried to black label an explosher... it only lasted an hour or so...

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@lebutterfly-effect asked:

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them? 💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares? 💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love? {for Errol & Alma} (just wanted to know more about Aly and Gia's favorite boys)

What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

Alma: he has a very wide range of music he listens to, including genres like classical, new age, folk music, rock/pop, heavy metal, rap, EDM, and lots of other types. He finds that when he isn't allowed to express himself, listening to music helps him feel his emotions and get them out of his system without causing a scene. He prefers anything instrumental, but that can fall under just about any genre you can think off. He likes softer stuff usually, but sometimes the harder stuff is needed to get the right emotion out of his system. His music taste is very eclectic, so he probably would get the AUX cord taken away from him just because he can't pick a vibe and stick to it and will go from something mellow and relaxed straight to a song that's wild and obnoxious without warning.

Errol: he also likes a lot of different stuff but prefers folk music and hard rock most. He also gets into the weird stuff that doesn't have a solid name for the genre. He enjoys singing and playing/writing his own music too. He'll do covers as well upon request. He might not get the AUX cord taken from him as quickly, but once he turns to the less popular and more weird indie stuff, it's hit or miss with other people.

How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

Alma: he tends to fall asleep quickly, almost instantly, but he can sometimes get nightmares that make him a restless sleeper where he will toss and turn and wake up a lot in the middle of the night. However, if he doesn't have nightmares, he's a light sleeper but doesn't move around much at all and will stay in the same position he fell asleep in all night. He doesn't usually nap during the day and doesn't need as much sleep as most people do. He's an early riser. Alma tends to have reoccurring dreams about a white hallway full of doors that lead to new dreams. Sometimes he unexplainably has dreams that foreshadow events that will happen in the future. He isn't sure how this is possible though.

Errol: this boy is the most restless sleeper you will ever meet. Tossing, turning, flailing, twitching, odd positions, mumbling incoherently, straight up talking in his sleep. He has frequent nightmares but can never tell you what they were about because he never remembers his dreams. He swears he doesn't dream at all, but anyone who's heard him sleep talk knows he does. His restlessness can be quelled somewhat by cuddling him, as when he has someone to hold onto, he doesn't flail around as much and has less unpleasant dreams. When he doesn't have a warm body to cuddle, he gets shit sleep though. He will nap sometimes and needs more sleep than normal. He's a night owl and tends to stay up late and sleep in late when he can get away with it.

What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

Alma: he gets braver and feels more complete when he's with someone who validates him. It takes him a while to realize his feelings, so he's almost always a slow burn romance, but once he does figure out that he loves someone, he is unwaveringly loyal. He would do anything for his love and he thinks about them constantly. They are always his first priority, even above himself. Alma finds kindness, a sense of wonder, and intelligence attractive, and also will admire someone with emotional maturity and confidence. His love language is quality time, but one could argue that info dumping is even more a love language for him. He loves sharing knowledge with the people he loves, be it teaching, learning, or experiencing something new with them. It's obvious when Alma is in love with someone when he can't stop thinking about them and wants to spend time with them always. Another strong sign that he loves someone is if he allows them to touch him without flinching. He's a bit haphephobic (fear of physical contact with other people) and only enjoys being touched by others when he cares about them a great deal and trusts them.

Errol: when he's in love, the most obvious change in Errol is that he will start putting them before himself as a priority and actually cares deeply if they are hurt or upset. Normally he always puts himself first and doesn't genuinely care about others. This changes with someone he loves. He finds uniqueness attractive, as well as defied expectations, people who break away from societal norms. He has a lot of different types physically and can appreciate just about any body out there, but when it comes to personality, he wants someone who stands out, at least a little. Errol's love language is definitely physical touch, as he is a very tactile person. Physical affection is his favorite way to show he cares and he's a bit needy when it comes to getting it from other people too. So much so that he has a hard time respecting physical boundaries sometimes and will just casually touch someone without asking. Aside from touch, quality time is also an important love language for him. Errol shows love by showing interest in his partner's hobbies, likes, and interests, talking with them about deeper topics, and of course, lots of cuddles and kisses. Errol does become extremely protective, possessive, and can get jealous sometimes when he's in love with someone. He'll want to be with them whenever possible and can get a bit obsessive. He means well but can come off a bit... Toxic.

[rafesslxt]

HII<33 i love ur work and i was wondering if you could write one where matt sees u with another guy and gets really really jealous and it ends with mattheo like really hard core fucking the reader like bend over and stuff? (can u tell i’m ovulating?)

[sorry for the late answer but I’m cleaning my drafts and requests right now and since I have so many I‘m gonna keep them a little shorter, hope u still like it 🫶🏻]

+ i already had something similar in my drafts so i mixed it

jealous jealous jealous you | mattheo riddle

summary: mattheo wants to make you jealous but you‘re way ahead of him

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, spanking, doggystyle, jealousy from reader and mattheo, different house reader

words: 1,2k

Mattheo thought he had the best plan ever. He knew you liked him, he saw the looks you gave him when you thought he wasn‘t noticing. The way he could always get under your skin with his annoying comments, your cheeks heating up when he whispered them into your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin.

But he was just as stubborn as you. So of course he wouldn‘t just admit he liked you. He wanted to make you say it so he had a plan.

Tonight it was a party where all the houses gathered together to celebrate. You knew Mattheo would be there ao of course you wore the shortest and tightest dress you owned with cute little heels on your feet. When you entered the party, it didn‘t took long for you to find Mattheo, dancing with Pansy. But what they both didn‘t knew was, you knew that Pansy liked your best friend Jane so it was obviously what kind of game he played.

But two can play that game. It didn‘t take long for you to find someone to dance. There was that boy Colin from your house that eyed you up and down so you took your chance. He pulled you towards him while dancing, your hips moving to the music and your ass brushing his jeans when you turned your back to him while dancing. You stood perfect, exactly in sight for Mattheo who looked at you over Pansy‘s shoulder.

You smiled at him provoking, leaning forwards and shaking your ass in front of Colin. That‘s it. That was all it took for Mattheo to let go of Pansy and storming towards you. Without a single word he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you away from the party.

"Let go of me Mattheo!" you groaned, but he didn‘t answer and didn‘t stop walking either. He took you up to the astronomy tower, pushing you against the railing so you where squeezed between it and his body.

"I‘m so fucking done with your games." he whipers angrily into your ear while he places his hands on your hips. "Don‘t know what you mean." you answer him with a cheeky smirk. He scoffs, turning you around with one swift motion, pushing your upper body over the railing.

"Mattheo!" you gasp loudly as your hands hold themselves at the metal beneath you. "I‘m gonna teach you a lesson now baby. It‘s called 'nobody‘s allowed to touch you besides me' understand?" be asks while slowly pushing the little fabric of your dress over your ass. You hear him groan behind you, his hands instantly on your skin.

Suddenly a sharp sting goes through you, making you gasp again in shock. You look over your shoulder and see Mattheo already smiling at you, them his hand coming down again on your cheek, leaving a mark. You bite down on your bottom lip trying to hide the moans that wanted to leave your mouth.

But soon he hits harder and you feel the wetness between your legs. "I said: Do you understand?" he repeats himself with such a sharp hit on your ass this time that a short scream left your mouth.

You feel him pulling your panties down and also hear him groan at the sight of your wet pussy. "Fuck I should have done that way earlier. Who could have known that our perfect little princess is that desperate huh?" His fingers wander over your wetness, teasing your clit in a circling motion.

Whimpers leave your mouth, wanting nothing more tham to feel him inside of you. "Please.." you start begging and wiggling your hips against him. "What was that princess? Couldn‘t quite hear you." he says in a mocking tone, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. "Please fuck me, need you, please." little whines leave your mouth which make his cock harder every second.

He pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan desperately. He leans forwards until his mouth is next to your ear again and whispers "I‘m goimg to fuck you so hard that you won‘t even remember anything from today but my cock inside your wet little pussy."

His fingers pumping and his thumb teasing your clit made you lose your mind, making you a brainless mess. "Shit look at you already so stupid just from my fingers. What‘s gonna happen when I fuck you with my cock?" he says in a devilish tone.

"Mattheo Please.." you beg again. "Need you inside me." You hear him fumbling with his belt, opening his pants and pushing them down with his boxershorts. He rubs his cock against your ass and chuckles. "Feel this princess?" You bite your lip and nod.

He breathes out, excited to already feel you. "I‘ve waited so long to do this.." Slowly he drags his tip through your wet folds, grunting at the feeling. Then he pushes in, inch for inch, biting his lip too.

"Oh fuck you‘re so tight baby. Just waited for me to pound that pussy." he moans as he feels your walls clench around him, sucking him in. Your eyes roll back and your hands tighten around the railing.

His hands grab your hips even tigther, fucking you from behind. One of his hands goes around your body finding your clit to bring you even closer to your high. His other hand finds your throat and squeezes it, smiling when he hears your moan and your walls around him tightening.

"It feels so good Matty.." you mumble, your eyes already closed with parted lips. His fingers against your clit worked even faster, making you tremble in front of him. "Oh baby I know, and guess what?" he leans forwards again whispering into your ear. "I‘m gonna be the only one who touches you. Never ever will anothet man touch you. You‘re mine princess. And I am your‘s." His touch got a little softer around your throat as he says this. "I- I‘m yours Mattheo." you moan, feeling your heart swelling in your chest.

"That‘s my good girl hm, now come for me on my cock." Your eyes squeeze shut as his hips thrust harder and faster, his fingers still working on your clit until you see stars.

You grab his arm behind you squeezing it as you come around him with a lout and broken moan. "Oh fuck.." Mattheo smiles down on you and groans as he feels your walls spasm. "Come inside me." you mumble quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

"You sure baby?" he asks again, biting his lip when he feels his climax nearing. You nod your head, feeling powerless after your orgasm. With a final thrust he stops inside you and comes inside you and let‘s out a short and quite whimper, groaning afterwards to conceal it. But you heard anyways and smile already ready to tease him.

When you both calm down again, all sweaty and a little shaky, he pulls you off the railing against his body, kissing you for the first time. "Should have done that way earlier too.." You laugh lighty and look up into his eyes. "You have all the time now to do so.." "hmm i hope so." he answers, leaning down to kiss you again with all the love he had in him.

thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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xoxo sarah <3

[kimium]

I was tagged by @memoryoflife in this post HERE. It is a long chain post and I cannot stand when they get too long, so I'm answering in a new post.

Thanks for the tag! I'm sorry it took me a while to get to it! Let's get started!!!

Tag nine (9) people you'd like to know better

Last song: YouSeeBIGGIRL/T:T by Hiroyuki Sawano (Attack on Titan OST Season 2)

I cannot tell you how much I love this song. All the OST in Attack on Titan are absolute bangers, but this one is easily in my top five favourites. I strongly suggest giving it a listen to!

Currently watching: Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2, Bungou Stray Dogs Season 5, Undead Murder Farce, Sugar Apple Fairy Tale Season 2, (rewatching) Dr. Stone Season 3.

Currently reading: For books it's The Bone Orchard by Sara A. Mueller. For manga I'm reading Jujutsu Kaisen, BNHA, Spy x Family, Black Clover, and Ao no Exorcist.

Current obsession: Twisted Wonderland, My Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU fic, Fire Emblem Heroes finally having an Engage banner, Honkai Star Rail.

I tag: @m34gs, @kamikazequail, @a-little-harmed-shinra, @someobscurereference, @zeldabard, and @shreedle

[carbohydratedfella]

Sighs. You know what, since Im already in this hell hole I might as well dig deeper

Image by @/nvmsry

Mike Schimdt x Male!Reader

>> Mike finally gets the comfort he so desesperally deserves. Reader is taller/bigger than him

>> 1500± words.

>> CW/TW: Angst + Fluff. Not proofread 🧍

...

You and Mike had met in the shopping mall, while he still worked as a security guard. You simply needed to find a certain store that was nowhere to be found. Luckily, he offered to show you the way there.

You two decided to chat during that time, he had to look up (literally) at other people quite often, but you just seemed so kind he couldnt help but to feel his face heat up whenever you spoke. Maybe It was just the first signs of exhaustion kicking in, yeah definitelly.

"-oh, by the way..."

You began speaking, pulling out a small papernote with your number written on It.

"...lets keep in touch"

You could see the hesitency in his brown eyes, slightly lowering and looking at it, his hands trembling ever so slightly when he grabbed the paper. Stuffing It into his pockets.

"..sure."

In turn, he decide to give his number to you, and you made sure to memorized It, a bright smile coming to your face that he wishes he could burn It into his memory, and cherish It forever.

...

He held the phone number close to his heart, and at home was always tempted to call you, but at the same time didnt want to bother you with his problems. So he settled for just speaking to your face to face, in the few days you'd show up there.

But then...he got fired. And he at the bottom of well away. Now having a new problem to deal with.

He eventually took the new job the guidance counselor had proposed to him.

The custody battle, the night shift, the possibility of getting evicted. It all started to weight heavily on him. The constant stress made him barely function as a human being, sometimes he felt like rusting machine working endlessly, who will inevitably break down in just a matter of time.

He barely ate, barely hydrated, all his energy essencially came from the few sleeping hours he had, and even that started to feel exhausting, waking up more tired than the night before.

He slumped onto the couch, rubbing his eyes open. Abby was still asleep, good. At this point he didnt even know where his headache originated from, the tiredness, the dehydration, the stress, they all contributed to It. Laying down and trying to calm down his nerves.

He was barely even conscious, or functoning for that matter. He had to calm down, somehow. He shifted into the couch again, and felt a small crumpled paper within the cushions. He imediatly recognized It as the same papernwith your phone number on it

"Ah, how could I forget that?"

He was been ao busy, he barely even realized It had been days since the last time he had spoken to you. With shaky fingers, and a LOT of hesitancy, he decided to call you. Maybe your voice could calm him down a bit, It always did.

"Hello?..."

He asked and called your name, his voice a bit deeper than usual due to his sleepy state. His finger fidgeted with the phone cable, waiting for you to answer.

"Yes, that is him. Who is It?...Mike?"

You asked with a short pause. He couldnt believe It, you recognized his voice imediatly?

"Uh...yeah, just wanted to say hi"

His voice was low and a bit shy, tiredness slipping throught his tone.

Meanwhile your voice radiated energy, and you couldnt help but feel happy to finally hear him again.

"Hey Man! How's It going? Wow its been a long time huh? (Barely a week). Do you wanna hang out or something?"

He almost jumped at your request. His heart stammering and begging him to say yes...but alas...

"ah...Sorry I cant really hang out. I got a night shift and in the morning I have to take Care of Abby n such"

He said in a a apologetic tone, mentally slapping himself on the face for having to say that. He wanted that so badly. So fucking badly. Just the though helped soothe his ache, but he had bigger responsabilities to take care of.

You sighed, It was a bit sad but, you werent about to give up now.

"Oh, its alright. I can just stop by your house instead!"

"wait what-"

"I can even bring some beer!-oh..wait, nevermind, how old is Abby again? Ack, doesnt matter ill just being some juice instead"

He wanted to speak, but his words keeping fumbling with one another with you giving more and more ideas.

"ah-its...its fine really, you dont have to being anything..."

"can I still show up?"

"...I...you know...sure"

He gave you his address and in no time you started heading towards his home.

Meanwhile he was nervous. Heart stammering on his chest. He quickly started to (try) to clean his home. At least try to keep It more tidy.

But when he heard the door ring his heart stopped. You were here. Oh God. Oh wow.

He dusted his clothes and ran his hand throught his hair. Then finally opened the door.

"Hey..."

He said with his soft smile and small wave. Meanwhile your met him with a bright, big one.

"Hey Man! I-oh shit dude you look awful"

His smile faltered, and he looked down at himself

"what?"

You looked down at his face and gently cupped it to properly see his curls and soft brown eyes. But the eyebags he had also were a obvious tell to his lack of sleep.

"when was the last time you slept?"

His face imediatly started to warm up, a bit from embarassement. Were you able to tell that easily?

"I...uhh...been too busy I guess."

The brushes the back of his neck, and looked away

"Do you wanna watch a movie...or something?"

He then asked, eyes darted away while he tried to change the subject. You could read right throught him and noticed something was troubling him, but knowing Mike you knew wasnt gonna just say It to you.

You smiled and accepted the offer, both of you now making your way to his couch to watch some generic dvd he had.

You were seated next to one another, knees barely touching. You attention was more on him than the move itself, and he seemed to be doing the same.

His troubled eyes darting from the tv, to the floor and to your lap, maybe eye contact wasnt his best skill afterall.

You decided to be bold, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him towards you, no space in between you two. He could hear you breathing, the way your chest would rise up and down, and the cherry on top, was when you started to gently scratch his scalp. Any migrains vanishing instandly as he essentially melted on top of you.

God, he could die right then and there and he wouldnt mind at all. The sight made you smile more and you decided to take this oportunity to ask

"Something tells me you havent been "just busy"...are you ok Mike?"

He closed his eyes and tried to push his face deeper into your chest, his hands gently holding onto the rem of your shirt. Mumbling something incoherent to you, something along the lines of "Im fine"

"Mike Im being serious"

You pressed on.

"You look like youre about to pass out. What happened?"

He sighed, and slowly decided to open up to you.

At first, he didnt wanna speak much, to not scared you away, looking away and fidgeting with your shirt, so he started venting about his job...then his responsabilities of Abby. But as time went on, and he began mumbling more and more, he got to some other more personal topics, like his nightmares.

When he opened his mouth to speak his chest felt heavy, dificult to breath and before he knew It, tears started rolling down his eyes.

"S-sorry...I'm bothering you I should sto-"

You shushed him, then wrapped your arms around his waist, and pulled him even closer, towards you lap. Then you gently made his head rest on your collarbone.

And If the sight didnt cut deep within your heart, how many things have this Man been carrying on his back by himself? No Family members, No aid, heck It was a surprise he managed to keep that within himself for so damn long.

Your arms served as a protective shield and a warm blanket. Your cologne, tho strong, was slowly intoxicating his brain and making him feel safe like in a little cocoon. He closed his eyes as his breathing got better.

"You're too good for me"

He felt calm. Finally. A peacefull slumber slowly taking over his body. And he Fell asleep right then and there.

You chuckled.

"Wow you really havent been sleeping properly huh?"

Gently brushing his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Yes he was asleep on you, but it's not like you were gonna complain about It. You made yourself more comfortable on the couch and slowly, fell asleep yourself.

....

Author's note: So this was supposed to be short. 500 words max buuuut... :3

[kyri45]

Hey again! I'd love to know what your process is when it comes to creating each comic panel. Seeing how each artist's process differs from one another has always been something I find interesting.

Hi! Sorry this took so long ao answer, I was super caught up to draw and then my arm broke yadda yadda

Anyway! My process is pretty straightforward, but my main objective is to be fast.

I wont have any fun drawing something if it takes me more than 2 minutes to sketch, 10 minutes to ink and 7 minutes to color. So I try everything to make everything as speedy as possible. I have a short speedpaint of a scene from 2 months ago (which, to be fair, wasn’t done that fast, I could have probably done it faster now that I’m much more used to draw the characters but anyway.)

As you can see I use a lot of screenshots from the game that I do before drawing so that I don’t have to stay 2 hours thinking about composition and quickly sketch over it. After the lineart is done I go over with grayscale, trying to use either the lazo tool or big size brushes. For colors I use overlay and the bloom effect of Procreate

[veeisgayasf]

Hello my love! I thought of this prompt a while ago and I thought you take on it would be an amazing read! I was wondering, could I request larissa x fem teacher fic? Reader has been flirting with Larissa for a little while, but poor trust issued baby Larissa thought she was just being friendly or didn't mean it ao she brushed it off. A little while later, Reader and thornhill are set to go on a date, but Weems quickly learns of Thornhill actually being Laurel Gates and rescues reader from being almost drugged/ unalived. They go back to Larissa's office and reader is like "I didn't even wanna go on a date with her, I wanted to go with you." Lots of angst and a happy kiss/ ending. I'm so sorry if this is way too long!!

I Thought You Would Never Ask Larissa x fem!teacher!reader

Word Count: 2350

Larissa was going over several lesson plans that teachers had submitted for next semester when you walked into her office. “Good evening, gorgeous.” You said flirtatiously as you entered the spacious room. 

Larissa stayed seated and looked up, humming. “Good evening to you too, Miss Y/L/N. Can I help you with anything?” She said, once again looking down at the stack of papers on her desk, shuffling them around.

 You stood there in silence, already knowing the answer to your next question. Larissa let her eyes meet yours, a questioning look on her face.

“I just came in to see your beautiful face and to see if you would like to accompany me to the Weathervane for some hot chocolate?” 'You asked, a sickly sweetness to your voice. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to at this moment, Miss Y/L/N, but thank you for the invitation.” Larissa replied, oblivious of your intentions. You knew there was a pained look on your face, but you tried to smile anyway.

You had been flirting with Larissa, to no avail, for quite some time. The statuesque woman seemed infuriatingly immune to your advances. You lost count of how many times you had invited her to go with you to Jericho, just to get a little bit of alone time with the stunning woman. Tonight was no different. You finally decided, after getting shot down once again, to give up and try to move on.

Nodding, you bid her goodnight and left the office. Larissa stared curiously after you. She had picked up on the numerous pet names you called her. Sighing, Larissa leaned back into the chair, closing her eyes. There’s not even a chance this woman is flirting with you, get it together Weems… Besides, you don’t even know if she swings that way. She thought to herself. The last person that “flirted” with her ended up just leading her on and breaking her heart. Nope, it’s just in your head. She thought before getting back to the work in front of her.

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Little did either of you know that Marilyn Thornhill stood a little ways down the hall, eavesdropping in on the whole conversation that ensued. The professor had intended on paying Larissa a visit after they had gotten into an argument earlier on in the day over the validity of her name. When she showed up, she heard your failed attempt at asking Miss Weems on a date. She quietly stood a couple doors down, waiting on you to leave. Once you did, she saw the look of defeat on your face and a lightbulb went off in her head. She ditched her original idea of ambushing the headmistress, and began hatching another plan. 

—

A few weeks have passed since you decided to stop trying with Larissa, only seeing her when necessary or in passing. You thought keeping your distance would help the feelings subside, but in reality it just made you miss her more, which is why your heart was racing as you made your way to the faculty meeting. Several teachers filed in, chattering amongst each other.

You found an empty chair  near the back and quickly took a seat. Larissa was at the front of the room standing at a podium. You both made eye contact for a brief moment.

“Are you saving this seat for anyone?” You heard a voice ask, making you break eye contact with the headmistress. Looking up, you saw Professor Marilyn Thornhill pointing to the chair next to you. “No ma’am, it’s all yours.” You said with a sheepish grin. The red-head tucked her bag under the chair, and sat down, smoothing out the dress she was wearing.

 “Oh goodness!” She exclaimed, looking around. “I didn’t realize the ENTIRE faculty was going to be here!” The woman laughed nervously, which made you smile. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty packed. I’m just thankful I got here early enough to find a seat in the back.” You said. Usually you tried to sit as close to the front as possible, but it was already hard enough being in the same room as Larissa.

 You let your eyes wander up to the woman, once more. To your surprise, she was staring directly at you, only looking away when she realized you saw her.

The meeting started with Larissa going over the events of the Rav’n. After that, you practically zoned out during the rest of the meeting. Organized faculty meetings never failed to bore you to death, even with a gorgeous woman as the speaker.

“If there are no other questions, I have nothing further to add. Thank you all for your time.” Larissa said, pulling you out of your daze. As soon as she said this, the room was once more a bustle of teachers and staff walking to exit the room.

 You decided to stay seated for a few minutes longer, waiting for the room to clear out. Marilyn reached under her seat and grabbed her belongings. She stood up and smiled at you. “Well thank you for letting me steal this seat.” She winked at you, making you giggle. “Of course. You’re a very polite thief.” You replied, making her blush. 

You finally decided that the room was cleared out enough to leave. You stood up, turning for a few seconds to see Larissa a few rows in front of you. Bags in hand, she gave you a small smile that made your stomach do somersaults. You had no earthly idea how you were supposed to get over this woman when she had this effect on you.

“Um, Y/N?” Marilyn quietly questioned. “Mhmm?” You hummed, still mesmerized by the tall blonde in front of you. “I was curious, would you like to go on a picnic date with me? Maybe you could stop by my classroom tomorrow?” She said, blush painting her cheeks.

 The question caught you by surprise. “Oh, um, yeah! That would be awesome!” You responded, a little more enthusiastically than you intended. 

Larissa heard the question and your response which made her stomach drop. A feeling of protectiveness took over. She knew you had no idea of Marilyn's true identity. She was going to expose her soon enough.

There was another unfamiliar feeling that crept up. Jealousy. She had no right to feel jealous, but she couldn’t help it. (She finally got her answer; you did swing “that way”.)  It was the fact that you said yes to a date. A date that wasn’t with her. She knew it was selfish, but it didn’t stop her from walking closer to where you stood.

“Wonderful!” The professor clapped her hands together. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow for our lunch-date?” She stood there waiting for you to answer. 

“Date, yes. Picnic tomorrow. In your classroom.” Your words came out all choppy. You were trying to be polite, but Larissa was making it hard for you to even function with the fire she had in her eyes right now. You couldn’t handle it. 

Turning towards the door, you said a quick goodbye to Marilyn and hurried out into the hall and towards your room. 

–

You woke up to an obnoxious banging on your door. Disoriented, you stood up making your way to the entrance of your room Rubbing your eyes, you turned the handle and to your surprise, Marilyn was standing in front of you.

 “Oh my, I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?” She said, with two cups in her hand. “Um, yeah, but it’s okay. Is that- is that coffee?” You asked, your voice still hoarse from sleep.

 “Yes! I went by the Weathervane this morning to grab coffee and pastries and thought you might like a cup!” She said, thrusting the cup into your hand.

The liquid was hot and bitter, as it reached your mouth. It was exactly what you needed this morning. When you got back to your room last night, you didn’t even bother changing clothes. You were exhausted and knocked smooth out after the strange evening you had.

Looking down, you realized you needed to shower and get ready for the day. “Thank you so much for the coffee, Marilyn.” You said politely. “I have to get ready. I will see you at lunch?” You smiled up at the woman. 

“Oh absolutely! I can’t wait for our little picnic date.” The woman said, clapping her hands together once more before exiting your room.

–

Larissa was pacing back and forth in her office, trying to decide on how to tell you that Marilyn was not who you thought she was. In fact, her name was Laurel Gates. Someone she, and the whole town of Jericho thought to be dead. 

Wednesday had barged into Larissas office a couple weeks back, showing pictures of Laurel conspiring with the townspeople to somehow burn down the school.The woman was back for revenge against outcasts. 

Larissa growled to herself, absolutely frustrated.  She decided she would go confront Laurel, before you put in any type of danger.

–

Lunch time rolled around quickly as you made your way to Marilyn's classroom. You were a little bit ahead of schedule. Your students had all finished their quizzes quickly, so you decided to let them out early today. 

Pulling the door open, you saw the professor standing by a table in the middle of her classroom. “Good afternoon, Marilyn.”You said with a smile. Startled, Marilyn turned around, shoving something into her pocket as she faced you.

“Oh yay! You’re here!” The woman said, excitedly. There was a blanket draped over the table with sandwiches and drinks. “I am starving!” You exclaimed, taking a seat at the table. 

You both sat in comfortable silence as you inhaled the sandwich she had made. Marilyn intently stared at you as she slowly took a bite of hers. You glanced over at her and she smiled, chewing the bite she just took. 

“So how has your day been?” You ask, trying to make small talk. “It’s been interesting, but it’s about to get more interesting” She said with a very strange smile on her face.

“How so?” You question, genuinely curious. Marilyn didn’t answer you. She leaned forward, crashing her lips into yours, catching you completely by surprise. You pulled back, bowing your head. “Um, Marilyn… I- I’m sorry.” Your voice was low.

 “Oh, I am so sorry! I misread your intentions!” the woman said, but didn’t leave your space. Instead, you saw her pulling out a small vial from her pocket that had a blue glowing liquid.

You didn’t get the chance to ask what it was before you heard Larissa storming through the door, followed by Sheriff Galpin. “Laurel! Stop!” The woman yelled. You were unsure who she was yelling at.

“Miss Gates, I suggest you put the poison down and step away from the table.” The sheriff demanded, looking directly at Marilyn. “Please, don’t make me use this.” He had his gun pointed at her.

The redhead cooperated and placed the vial on the table and took a few steps back. “I can’t believe you're sticking up for these outcasts. You’re a disgrace!” She yelled, eyes darting between the sheriff and Larissa. You stood up and walked towards Larissa, confusion painted across your face.

The sheriff approached the professor and pulled her hands behind her back, placing handcuffs on them. He gave her rights before escorting her out of the room, leaving you and Larissa alone.

“Um, what the hell just happened?” You asked Larissa. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go back to my office. I will explain everything.”

—

A couple hours had passed as you sat in Larissas office, listening to the woman explain everything. You tried wrapping your head around it all, not understanding how someone could be that evil. You watched as Larissa walked over to the sofa you were leaning back on, taking a seat next to you.

Eyes focused on her, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. “What on earth could you be laughing at, Y/N?” The woman asked with a puzzled look on her face. “You know, I didn’t even want to go on a date with Mari- I mean Laurel.” You replied, the corners of your mouth turning up into a smile. “I wanted to go on one with you.” 

You looked up to see a surprised look on Larissas face. A brief silence filled the room before she finally spoke. “Y/N, I would have gladly gone on a date with you, had you made your intentions clear.” She smiled, nudging your shoulder.

You knew you had a look of utter shock on your face as the headmistress softly chuckled. “I’m not good at taking hints. If someone is interested in me, they have to be straightforward with me, although I definitely enjoyed the cute names you called me.” Larissa admitted. You just stared, eyes wide. 

You didn’t even bother replying. You scooted closer, taking Larissas face in your hands. Very slowly and gently, you planted the softest of kisses upon her lips, eliciting a sharp inhale of breath from the gorgeous woman. To your surprise, Larissa reciprocated the kiss and deepened it. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest.

Larissa was the first to break contact, leaning her forehead against yours. She stroked the sides of your face. “I could definitely get used to this.” She said, making your heart race even faster. You kissed her again, red lipstick smearing on your lips. The smell of warm vanilla and roses flooding your nose. You smiled into the kiss, a chuckle escaping your lips. The blonde pulled back, an inquisitive look on her face.

“Hello gorgeous.” You said,  staring into her ocean blue eyes. “Would you like to go on an official date with me to the Weathervane for some hot chocolate?” You asked, making her bust out in full on giggles, remembering the question you had asked several weeks ago.

Larissa turned to you with a huge grin on her face. “I thought you would never ask.”

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omg i just read your aos lee spock fic and it was SO CUTE!!! if you ever have the time or interest, do you think you could do one with tos spock? maybe with some spirk there ? No pressure ofc!!!

Hello thank you so much!!! Honestly you don't know what that means to me! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! I have written you another little one featuring our wonderful tos boys, and I want to thank you for the ask because I've never written for these two before and it was a really good experience! Sorry it took so long, I just wanted to have it finished before I answered! Thank you again and love to you <3

Here it is~

"And he was so stubborn - well, you know what he's like - that I just had to do something about it. I lunged for him, and it's been the longest time, but he actually fell to the floor, laughing." Jim chuckled, as the lift slid, whirring sleekly between floors. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, he'd kill me."

"Laughing, captain?" Spock questioned with a straight face, the slightest cock to one eyebrow.

"Really, Spock. I'd bet you can hardly imagine our good doctor cracking a smile, never mind a laugh," Jim grinned, laughing more.

"Why laughing, captain?" Completely glossing over the latter remark, Spock remained curious.

Jim started as if to reply in humour before stopping short and turning to his Vulcan friend with a look of curiosity himself.

"Well - laughing, Spock. He was laughing because I tickled him, that's why."

The eyebrow came back down surprisingly fast.

"Ah yes. That most human of phenomena," Spock said, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Well it's not just human, Spock - all kinds of Earth animals are prone to it. But yes, I'll give you it is a bit unusu-" and at this moment, Jim looked at his friend anew. "Are you telling me Vulcans don't have this?"

"Would you be surprised, captain?" Spock answered, eyes on the elevator floor.

"Yes, I suppose not..." Jim looked pensive, and then the doors opened.

The two men walked along the corridor, eventually coming to the captain's quarters. The doors whisked open to let them enter.

Once inside, Kirk paced near the small desk area.

"Now Spock, with regards to the last mission, I think we really need to get our reports coherent to each other before we submit to Starfleet."

"Agreed. I can give you a detailed overview-"

Jim suddenly interrupted. "I'm sorry Spock, I just - is there really no tickling on Vulcan? Not even the children?"

Spock thought for a moment before he answered. "It is... abnormal."

"A-HA! So there is ticklishness in vulcans then?"

"... somewhat, yes."

"So it's the children? And you, what - grow out of it?"

"Vulcan children are born much like human children - they have many of the same traits. However we are raised and trained very differently. We learn to process all physical sensations, logically, from a very young age. Most parents, as I'm sure will be obvious, do not indulge in the practice. It is, illogical."

Jim's face fell. But then, "most parents?" He looked up with a glint in his eye. "What about yours?"

Spock locked eyes with his captain, one eyebrow cocked in a way that gave Jim a distinct feeling that he was in some way being defied.

"I had a vulcan father, and a human mother. My parents were not 'most parents.'"

"So you have experienced it! Something in that really - well - really tickles me, I have to say!" Jim's face gleamed as he laughed.

Spock stood uncomfortably quiet, seeming to deliberate.

"Cheer up, Spock, I won't keep pestering you. At least you've grown out of it!"

Jim clapped his friend on the arm jovially, but the vulcan continued to focus thoughtfully at a point on the ground, as if thinking about something.

And then the penny dropped. Vulcans cannot lie.

"Or have you?"

Spock must have heard the change in the captain's voice, as his eyes bounced up to meet Jim's with a deep and guarded look.

"Are you ticklish, Spock?" Jim grinned.

"Decline to answer," Spock replied.

"Don't pinch me - that's an order, Mr. Spock."

"Do you intend to abuse your power as captain of this vessel, undoubtedly loosing your rank and career in Starfleet, simply to test your hypothesis, captain?"

"If that's what it takes to get you laughing, Mr. Spock."

This game of cat and mouse continued, the two taking a waltz of slow and careful steps around the room, ever just out of reach of one another.

Jim's face was enthused and predatory, a look often seen when faced with a challenge. Spock's was unreadable, his feeling unknowable, save only for the fact that he could easily have called everything off had he really wanted to.

Jim, sensing his chance, lunged. Spock, as always, had reflexes finely-trained, and jumped backwards to dodge the grasping fist, however Jim, anticipating this, went in after with a second arm. He caught a fistfull of his regulation uniform in his fingers, and yanked the taller man firmly towards himself.

Caught off guard, Spock stumbled forward, right into his captain's open-armed grasp. There was a beat in which Spock did nothing.

"We're about to find out if you really are still ticklish, Mr. Spock," Jim said, and clawed at his friend's stomach.

Immediately Spock went stiff, stood upright and then crashed backwards onto his ass, looking dazed. He curled around the fingers currently trying to tear into his soft front flesh, twisting a little this way and then that way with each wiggle of the digits.

Jim could not keep the smile from his face. Spock was squirming! He continued pinching at the first officer's stomach as well as throwing some in sporadically to the sides.

Spock had begun to shudder, his eyes clamped shut with the ghost of a smile tugging there and at his lips. Just when matters couldn't get worse, Jim suddenly used both hands to attack.

"Hahah!" Spock let slip a surprised laugh.

Everything stopped, and Jim took a moment to stare at his friend in wonder and delight, before saying carefully, "Spock?"

Spock remained unmoved from his position, eyes shut, body curled and statue-still, a half-smile still visible. He seemed unwilling to comment.

"Not got anything to say?"

Nothing.

"Oh..." Jim said, though his tone was still playful. "I guess not. Suppose you'd rather do something else instead? Like this!"

Jim dug in again with new vigour, this time pinching all along Spock's sides, and the vulcan was on the floor, turning from side to side with the widest smile imaginable, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Oh come on, Spock! Where's that laughter? I know you have it in you," Jim teased, grinning all the while.

Spock suddenly shook his head, the first he'd responded to any of this.

"No? You're not gonna let me hear it?" Jim took little pinches at his tummy again.

Spock shook his head again, convulsing.

"That's too bad. Guess I'll just have to continue."

By now Jim was straddling his first officer, using gentle pinches all over his upper body, but when he kneaded his fingertips into his lowest ribs, Spock practically leapt off the ground, and finally Jim found that laughter.

"C-captahahain!" He pleaded.

"Bad spot, Spock?"

"Ahah ahah hahahahaha!"

"I'm going to take that for a yes," Jim smiled triumphantly, kneading in even deeper, and Spock was beside himself. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Spock's hands had come down to wrap firmly around Jim's wrists, but so far had done nothing else.

"Remember your orders, officer," Jim put on his captain's voice through the hilarity.

At this, Spock seemed to deflate, arms and shoulders going limp as his hands loosened their grip and fell away. 

"I'm impressed, Mr. Spock! But let's see how long you can hold out doing that."

Jim kept massaging those low ribs with his thumbs, using the other fingers to scratch at the sides, catching other ribs higher up. Spock acted as if electrocuted, his spasms unable to save him from the ticklish onslaught. His laughter had started deep but was getting higher.

Suddenly, Jims fingertips were moving down, exploring that expanse of waist that had come exposed during the struggling. His short nails scratched against the flat plain and Spock hit the roof.

"Hahaha!! N-no, captahahain!!" He bucked, only really succeeding in throwing himself further into the attack.

"Oh? Is it particularly bad here?" Jim grinned, giving it an extra good scratch, Spock pushing into it and shaking his head simultaneously.

"S-skihihin! Skihihin!!"

Jim looked down, and for the first time considered the skin-to-skin contact.

"Do you want me to stop?" He withdrew immediately, worried he might have gone too far.

Spock heaved some breaths, unable to engage right away. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked directly into Jim's gaze. He looked there for a time, unreadable, and then, unbelievably, cocked an eyebrow and said, "captain, don't presume to think you have broken me. I assure you, it would take much more than anything you could provide to do so."

Jim's mouth fell open as he grasped for a response, but he quickly recovered enough to beam back at his first officer.

"You said, "no, stop", your words!"

"A reflex reaction, and unfortunate," replied Spock, as if he hadn't just a moment ago been completely undone.

Jim stammered, dumbfounded. "And what's all this about skin? I don't understand you."

"Ah. That. I..." And finally Spock was showing some shyness. "It opens a slight telepathic connection."

Jim beamed with the dawning realisation. "Ahhh, I see... And that makes it worse?"

Spock said nothing for a moment, and Jim now noticed the slightest of greenish colouration in his cheeks.

"I'm afraid nothing could be worse than your attempts to get more than a surface-level, knee-jerk reaction from me."

"My attempts?" Jim asked delicately, whether curious or offended, it was hard to tell. "Are you telling me my tickles didn't tickle enough?"

Spock simply tilted his head as if to agree, and that said it all. "I believe the earth-phrase says, 'if the shoe fits'."

Jim snapped his mouth shut and switched to his captain face.

"Where was that spot again... Oh, here," and he locked eyes with Spock as he touched his fingers onto the bare skin. "You'll regret that, Spock, I promise you. Can you feel what I'm thinking? Can you see it?"

Spock said nothing, but the nervous look behind his eyes, the green in his cheeks and the tension like electricity radiating through his skin let Jim know the message was getting through.

"Are you ready to give me some more of those wonderful reflex reactions?"

Laughter filled the room once more as Jim got to work, undoing his vulcan.

[sleepy-boything-shit]

Which mutual would you ask to fight for you?

Which mutual would you have break you out of jail?

Which mutual would you like to put in a jar to study?

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME AO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I AM AT A SOCIAL GATHERING

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[konohaironfist]

Lessons

OTP Jacaerys Velaryon x Rhaena Targaryen

Warning: Sex.

Laughter could be heard at the library of Dragonstone, something usual, Prince Jacaerys used to stay up late studying with his cousin Lady Rhaena, Valyrian classes. Both chairs were glued side by side, two goblets with water, as Rhaena said wine tended to cloud the mind, and his hand, resting comfortably on the backrest.

“Concentrate, Jace”—she scolded him. How could he do that? If, thanks to the heat, his cousin was wearing a dress that left her shoulders bare, and he might have been looking at the skin of her neck more than he should and imagining the softness of her skin against his lips, he cleared his throat so as not to be caught in the middle of his scandalous thoughts, where his cousin was the protagonist more often than he was willing to admit.

" I'm so sorry, I couldn't make out the last word". He watched Rhaena roll her eyes and had no choice but to smile. Unfortunately, his mother didn't even ask him about engagements, things would be so different and uncomplicated, it was because first, he had an engagement with her sister, second, she was her brother's fiancée. And third, Daemon was going to kill him.

“Skoros ao jāre naejot gaomagon?” (What will you do?) She asked him and how could it be otherwise, he was attentive to her lips and only her lips, it might not seem like it, but he felt guilty for how he felt and how he was focusing on Rhaena as if there was no one else in the world, but was because, they spent too much time together and had too much in common for it not to start distracting him one way or another.

“nyke would najot vūjgon an” (am I going to kiss you) He answered her, sure of himself and made again, his cousin look at him with both eyebrows raised, and biting his lower lip, in fact, he was getting closer to kissing her because he was being true to his instincts, when she caught his eye, he could feel her lips brushing against his adverse ones.

“You said it wrong, cousin” She replied, but without breaking away, holding her breath and running the tip of his tongue across his mouth. “nyke would naejot vūjigon ao” an “ah” from Jace came out almost involuntarily, he would remember it for next time, but now he would finish cutting the distance to finally taste the adverse's lips as he had so imagined, and it was much better than he had dreamed, and he had done so much since his uncle Daemon had taken him to a brothel for the first time.

Rhaena didn't take long to raise her dress to sit astride him, and he was grateful for it, because he was able to slip his hand under her skirt and caress the length of her legs, what his cousin lacked in experience she made up for with the desire she was putting in, the prince left his hands on the lady's thighs, so he could stand up and leave her on the table, getting between her legs, he parted from her lips to go down to her chin and neck, while she ran her hand under the simple shirt she was wearing, which lifted her pride a because it was not one-sided, she was not going to think about the consequences of the outburst now.

He lowered her lips to the start of her breasts, seeking to pull down the dress to get better access to them, when they heard the clatter of the chair, he left over the door to listen for any intruders echoed a muffled, “shit who left this here? “ From her uncle's voice, made them alert, quickly pulling his hands out from under Rhaena's skirt, knowing that his death was near, if not for the father, it was for the daughter because she gave him a push and then a kick in the stomach with so much force that not only pushed him away from her, but took all the air out of him, the wretch sat accommodating the cleavage and taking a book for when the rogue prince showed himself, looking at both of them and especially at Jacaerys, confused of course, because the heir of Rhaenyra was leaning against the wall trying to recover his lip, he put his good hand on the handle of a long knife he carried Why was he armed in the fortress?

“What are you doing here alone at this hour?” he asked, serious, making a shiver run down his spine, luckily Rhaena was there with a smile as innocent as if she had never done anything wrong in her life, Jacaerys believed her everything. “I'm studying Valyrian, father, I told you I would help Jacaerys with his lessons” Daemon took a seat across from them, crossing his legs, while he could breathe back.

“What happened to him?” and he pointed to him with his head, he didn't know what to say, but as heir he had to learn to lie, he opened his mouth “Father, can you that he still doesn't know the verb <>(do) You cut off a pentosi's head for less than that” And again she interrupted him, that Jacaerys looked like an idiot was true, but as a future king he had to know how to distribute responsibilities and Rhaena knew how to lie very well, for covering Baela he thought.

“From now on you will take lessons with me, we don't want you to kill the eldest son of the princess.” Daemon was silent for a few seconds "And I didn't kill him, I cut his tongue because he dared to make a vulgar comment to your lady mother” He said it looking fixedly at Jacaerys, it was a threat, he was very sure because he also took the opportunity to show the length of the dagger, while he left it on the table, funny that now he was playing the good father when he ignored Rhaena or the good husband with Lady Laena, at least everyone in the castle knew about his visits when he didn't share the room with Rhaenyra. "Now go to sleep" And well, he wasn't such a fool not to obey, but he had to find another way to make sure his encounters alone with his cousin didn't end.

---

He knew he should have gone to his room and not follow Rhaena to hers to talk about what had happened, apologize for something he didn't really feel, because he had feelings for her and before he got married, he also wanted to feel that it was for once in his life, to give in to something as simple as desire. That he would end up lifting Rhaena up and leave her back against his bedroom door, that was not foreseen, nor that she would respond with the same vehemence. So, walking to her bed and leaving her there to make them both more comfortable.

He struggled against her dress, as she struggled against her clothes to go straight for her breasts as he tried earlier in the library, which he devoured with gusto, his hands ran over her waist, her legs, ass and wetness, he didn't want to leave there without tasting her completely, so he started down her belly.

"Jace, what are you doing?" he heard her agitated voice, as he knelt in front of the bed, holding her by the hips, he pulled her to him to put his face between her legs, beginning to devour her listening as she covered her mouth, so the gasps couldn't be heard and truth be told, he wasn't thinking too clearly how could he? Knowing that Rhaena was as willing as he was.

He wanted to take her and make her his completely, but he also knew he couldn't do that, taking her virginity would be totally without honor and would hurt her, not him. So, when he felt her jerk with pleasure, he stood over her, so he could squeeze her nipple between his lips again, smiling. His member was erect and aching, but he wasn't going to… to… His thoughts were midway when he felt Rhaena's hand move over his member, he put his own hand over hers, to guide her in rhythm, panting in her ear until his seed fell onto Rhaena's belly. He fell to his side exhausted, but with a smile that wouldn't leave him for days, he looked up at her, and she was staring at the ceiling.

"Rhaena" He called her, settling one of her deadlocks behind her ear "It's not just lust I feel for you, I hope you know it's something deeper than that" He saw her smile, and sit down on the mattress, she didn't even cover herself for what?

“I know, and it's the same for me, but we can't repeat this again, we have a duty” And he agreed, shame it was easy to say they would stop seeing each other because they lived in the same fortress. She leaned back and hugged him, kissing his chin.

"But it will be tomorrow, today let's pretend it's just us" And Jacaerys couldn't agree more, they would have a lifetime of duty to go on, for once he didn't think anything would happen. Did he?.

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I just finished binge reading Manipulating Death and I loved it so so much. If possible, could I please be added to the taglist for it?? Thanks!! xxx

IVE BEEN WAITING TO ANSWER THIS ASKS FOR AO LONG BABE U HAVE NO IDEA WELCOME TO THE TAGLIST SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG 😭💜

[afteriwake]

Time And Space Displaced Persons (5/5 - A “Between The Stars” Story)

I totally forgot to post the last chapter until last night, and then I fell asleep before I could post it here. Ro’s entrance on the Enterprise is done, but there are still more stories to tell (one of which I hope to write today, if my sprained shoulder will let me)! Many thanks to @simdoodleswrites for their patience with me and for letting me play with Ro in the AOS universe.

Time And Space Displaced Persons - Aurora "Ro" Holiday has a life in Kansas City that involves her job, her family, and her podcast about aliens that isn't all that bad. She likes this life, she does, but she wonders if she's meant to do more, be more. Then comes a freak storm and one minute she's in her attic fixing her equipment and the next she's on a spaceship 300 years in the future, in a bulkhead full of uniforms. When the drama surrounding her arrival settles, she wonders more about where she is, when she is, and who she can trust. The answers are beyond her wildest dreams...

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It took a few hours, but Dr. McCoy returned with Jim and they stood to the side talking. She knew they were talking about her, but she couldn’t tell what they were saying because they were too far away. Surprisingly, when they came over, Jim undid the handcuff cuffing her to the bed. “Sorry about that. Just being safe.”

“I can understand that,” Ro said, rubbing her wrist. “So I guess I’m not a prisoner anymore?”

“Well, we can’t let you roam the Enterprise, but no, you aren’t under security’s guard anymore,” Jim said with a grin. “So. You’re from 2066? One of my favorite periods of time that I’ve studied.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like to get back there, but Dr. McCoy said it might be hard?”

“Leonard, please,” he said. “And yeah. We have our analysts working on it, but the science squad can’t figure out how you got here yet. They’re running through your...what is it?”

“Laptop,” Jim said. “And your cell phone, too.”

“How did you manage to power them?” Ro asked, surprised.

“I collect antiques. Turns out I had the same cords your laptop and mobile phone use, adapted for the power outlets we use. I can let you borrow them for as long as you’re here.”

“Thank you,” she replied. She sat up more. “Can I get something to drink? My throat is dry.”

“Sure,” Jim said as Leonard went to get her something. He came back with a pitcher and a glass, and when he poured it she saw it was water with ice. He handed her the cup and she took as long a drink as she could stand, then put the cup on the table by her bedside where the pitcher was. “We need to make plans for you to eventually either stay aboard the Enterprise or make your way out in the Federation. It would sit better with me if you stayed here on the Enterprise for a while until you can adapt well enough to the changes you’ll learn about. Dr. McCoy here has offered to teach you as much as he can, and we have datapads you can use to fill in the last two hundred and fifty-so years.”

“So you’re not going to just dump me?”

“Nope,” Jim said. “That’s not my style, but I’ll admit, this is a situation I haven’t really been in before. I’ve been in a similar situation, but it...didn’t end well. You’re the second person we’ve had on board this ship from the past, but unlike our other occupant, you haven’t been acclimated to your future timeline.”

“Ah,” Ro said. “I guess I should say thanks?”

“You don’t have to, but it’s appreciated,” Jim said, grinning at her. “I’ll leave you in Bones’ capable hands now. But if you want to get anything from the past you may need, let me know. I may have it or can acquire it for you.”

“Then thank you,” Ro said, giving Jim a small smile. Jim gave a small salute and then turned and left the medbay as Leonard sat down next to her bed. She turned to him and studied him. He seemed a little more worn than he had when she woke up, and she wondered if he ever slept, not that she was sure if it was daytime or nighttime right now. “Bones?”

“His nickname for me. Short for ‘sawbones’,” Leonard said with a grin. “I figure it’s been a long day for you. We can start going over things and get you one of the private rooms here in the medbay tonight, or we can do it after you get some more sleep.”

“I’m not really tired,” she said.

“Then let’s get you out of that bed and into a room,” he said, lowering the bed by pushing a button. Then he lowered the railing and she gingerly set her feet on the floor. The floor was surprisingly warm against her bare feet, and she realized she wasn’t wearing a typical hospital gown. Her backside was completely covered in a tunic-style top that went to her knees and had buttoned-up flaps on the shoulders. She stood up, a little off-balance, but Leonard steadied her. She had to wonder how bad the neck pinch had really been and how long she had actually been out.

Once she was sure she wasn’t going to fall over, she let Leonard lead her out of the room and into the medbay proper. Her eyes went wide looking at all the updated technology and new technology she’d never seen before. The medbay was empty save for another blue-tuniced woman, but she didn’t have too much time to gawk as McCoy lead her outside the medbay and down a hallway. “That stuff looks amazing,” she said.

“Are you into medicine?” he asked.

“I’m an EMT back in my time. Emergency Medical Technician, I mean.”

“We still have EMTs, at least in San Francisco,” he said with a soft grin. “Maybe if you stay we can have you train in the medbay and go with away teams to give medical treatment.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said with a nod. At the end of the hallway were a set of rooms with locked doors. “I’m going to be locked in?”

“For now,” he said. “More for your safety than anything else. We still need to run tests, get you vaccinated with the vaccines we have now if your immune system can handle them, and get a real room prepared for you. But for now, Jim left some classic literature in here and a datapad so you won’t be super bored, and I’m almost always close by, so once we make sure it’s safe for you to really be out and about, I can start showing you how medical equipment has changed over the years.” He opened the door and she saw a comfortable bed and a stack of books, all of which looked old but in good condition. “For now, we’ll use your datapad to go over some history. You ready?”

She sat down on the bed with Leonard sitting next to her. “Ready.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

[horansqueen]

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[sepptember]

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[lokigodofaces]

ok, for fic recs, what's your preferences? i'll start with the disclaimer that there's more loki/coulson ship fics then there are loki&coulson friend fics. that's how fandom is. (all 8 of my fics are shippy, too. i do want them to kiss)

there's also very few longfics, there's a few series of oneshots but the only multichap i can think of is 228K words

(there's also a 32K multichap that features a loki&coulson friendship as a fairly minor plot point)

i've also got some livejournal fics copied to my phone, i don't think i have the source for those anymore (and they're all shipping) but i could put them in a google doc if you want

& do you have any plot preferences? my personal favourite is loki & coulson re-meeting post avengers 1 and becoming friends then, but for some reason fics with that plot are pretty scarce. it's most pre-a1 canon divergence and aus. also do you have a preference for word count

sorry it took so long to answer, life has been rough lately & idk i got on a weird stress thing where i didnt respond to a single person other than a mutual, my best friend, and my mom for a super long time & i feel awful bc i was ignoring one friend's calls for a week & like everything else but whatever guess i'm alive again

i'm going to answer all of this out of order bc my brain still doesn't work, i'm sick, i'm still stressed as heck, & i don't know how to function anymore.

no preference for word count! fun fact about me, i've literally never taken into account word count before & i have no idea if something like, for example, 20k is long or not.

okay, so personally i don't ship the two of them. like you can give me some loki/coulson fics & i'll read them if my brain decides to deal with it but who fricking knows?

as for plot preference, i agree that post avengers is better. that or during aos. but i can imagine how it's a bunch of other aus.

sorry if this makes no sense?