#<- damn i spelled it wrong rip

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

“Ten for girlies afflicted at a young age” uhhh Hamlet applies here *moreso* for the “Trying to justify liking David Tennant as an actor to non-nerds as a preteen, insisting, “No he did Shakespeare, he’s a real actor!,” as if anyone cares about your hyperfixations except you” factor, as well as the spiritual ritual of watching theater on YouTube in potato-vision and feeling Big Brained ®

(yes of course in this incredibly specific scenario the king of the Bisexual Sit ™️ (appropriation? allegedly) is discovered thru Doctor Who but fandom enduced anxiety adds to the sex appeal)

[optimistpax]

Transformers: Drift miniseries continuation but it's Above Snakes. I am urging you to see my vision

[snowshinobi]

microdosing on cannibalizing my own flesh by reading Richard Silken poems. and falling in love

[waxscentedcandles]

The 22nd of this month (November '23) marks the 60th anniversary of the JFK assasination

[puckinghischier]

Just thinking about how Quinn would help recreate one of your favorite scenes from your books

so my brain went straight to a *spicy* scene when i read this but then it derailed a bit bc i truly believe he’d try so hard to make it perfect but something would go comically wrong

bc he would try to be so romantic with it. like, having a whole lil set up when you get home and re-reading the scene over and over again until you walk in the door to make sure he gets it just right

but in the moment, once you’re in the bedroom and the festivities begin, he’d be second guessing himself the whole time, worrying he’s doing something wrong or it’s not the right time for a certain move.

quinn would be hovered above you, trailing his lips down your body while running through the text in his mind after committing it to memory. you’d be so lost in the feeling of his lips you wouldn’t even realize he’s reaching over towards the small bed side table.

when you feel his lips leave your skin, you’d open your eyes and whine at the lost contact, propping yourself up on your elbows to see why he stopped.

“quinn…what are you doing?” you’d ask him skeptically, being met with the sight of him holding himself above you with one arm while holding the book in his other hand, reading over a paragraph while mumbling to himself.

“i can’t remember what position they’re in after this. had to check, just give me a second,” he doesn’t even look at you as he speaks, too caught up in visualizing the words.

you bring your hands up to your face to muffle your laughter, not wanting to make him feel bad since he’s trying so hard, but of course he would be double checking the source in the middle of foreplay.

“okay, i think i got it, but i need you to sit up a little bit more and turn on your side,” he finally decides, putting the book facedown on the mattress next to you and guiding your body with his now free hands.

you follow his instructions, falling back under his spell when he continues his exploration of your skin.

after he removes what little clothing you had on, he buries his head between your legs, repeating every movement that he remembers being described. every flick of his tongue, curl of his fingers, growl, moan, and whine is exactly as described in the book. the only difference is that he spells his name on your clit with his tongue. he can’t deny the idea was one that even he was eager to partake in, loving the idea of his name being etched in-between your folds.

you’re almost at your limit, your limbs jelly-like and pit in your stomach ready to explode when he slips his finger out of you and the heat of his mouth on your core is gone.

panting, you let out a frustrated groan.

“q, need more, almost there, please” you plead with a whine, squirming around, trying to find his body.

“just a second, need to know if i’m leaving anything out, i feel like i missed something,” he mumbles, licking your juices off of his lips, carefully picking the book back up so he doesn’t damage any of the pages with your arousal.

“quinn, you have three seconds to put the fucking book down and finish what you started before i’m finishing it myself,” you bark at him, fantasy be damned.

“but, i’m just trying to make sure-“

“i don’t care! i don’t care if it’s right, i just need your tongue inside of me, now,” you growl out at him, reaching over and ripping the book from his hands, throwing it across the room.

quinn feels his dick twitch at your anger, suddenly forgetting all about the plan and the check list in his head.

“noted,” he gulps in anticipation, licking his lips while staring at your open legs, deciding the only scene he needs to worry about is the one right in front of him.

[spacebarbarianweird]

@ramlightly graciously let me write a fic based on this comic. Check it out, it's so cool!

"Dominate Person" is a nasty spell that can fully submit a humanoid to your power. It's unclear if the victim has self-consciousness in the moment but since it's possible to throw Wisdom saving rolls I think you can feel that you are controlled.

Thanks @bhaalbaaby for beta-reading!

Puppet Master

Synopsis: Astarion is enchanted by the "Dominate Person" spell and almost kills Tav.

Tags: angst, comfort

TW: A description of physical violence

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Astarion wants to move. To hide in the shadows and shoot the necromancer from there.

You are surrounded, but you keep doing your work.

But he can't.

His body is paralyzed, and he feels a wave of panic. 

No, not this. Not "Hold Person"!

He can't do this. He can't make it.

Paralysis is like being sealed in a tomb with too little space to move. Helpless, voiceless.

What if something happens to you when he is like this?

"Astarion, use your daggers!"

Is it you? Or one of the adventurers you've teamed up this morning to kick necromancers out of the town?

Astarion just has to wait. The spell wears off when the spellcaster is down. Or a healer manages to find a way to get rid of the invisible chains.

Or...

USE THE DAGGER

The voice is intimidating, too loud, and too powerful.

It's like the Cazador's voice in his head again. Suppressing. Ordering. Torturing.

No, no...

Astarion feels his hand move toward the dagger. The strings make him move.

It's not "Hold Person".

It's "Dominate Person".

Full control of the victim. The voice your body cannot resist. You become one of them, fighting for them.

Murdering your loved ones.

KILL

Astarion rushes forward to you. To the only person he loves and cares about. The only person in the entire world who has never hurt him.

"Astarion! Help me! Astarion, what's wrong?"

Astarion pushes you into the ground with all his newfound vampiric strength.

No, no, please, stop it!

MURDER THEM

The dagger stabs through your stomach, causing an internal rupture. The second dagger wounds your chest.

You stare at him in pain, in silent prayer. You watch your lover killing you.

Blood. So much blood. Your blood.

A strong hand pulls Astarion from you, but it's not enough.

Astarion has an order from his new master.

To kill you. To make sure you are dead.

It is the worst type of dissociation. He is just an observer.

His hands rip you apart as if you are a prey he's found in the woods. Your eyes are full of terror and pain.

VAMPIRE, DRINK THE BLOOD.

No, no, I won't do it. I don't take the blood without consent... NO!

His fangs pierce into your neck, taking the blood non-stop. To satiate him, to let him feel alive.

And to drain you.

He is less than a slave. A puppet. With his locked mind in agony.

CRUSH THE SKULL

Astarion grabs a handful of your hair to smash you against a stone. Your body is motionless. Broken. Almost dead.

And then...

The agony of death pierces the mind. It's an acid flare of horror - too familiar for the undead.

It happened to him once, many years ago. When he was killed by Cazador and revived as a vampire spawn.

That's how death feels.

But he isn't dying. More than this, his body is his again.

Astarion stands up, feeling the nightmare wearing off.

Your body lies on the ground in blood and gore.

Astarion falls to his knees, his hands shaking.

And yells.

**

You wake up, your body sore and in terrible pain.

Astarion.

Your mind reacts with a panic attack - a near-death experience causing mental anguish. Your body remembers how Astarion jumped on you with his daggers.

How he ripped your throat.

How he almost crushed your skull.

You try to collect yourself. "Dominate Person". One of the nastiest spells necromancers know. Create a humanoid puppet and make them kill their friends and loved ones. While they silently scream, locked in their minds.

Some people never recover from that. Offing themselves, not being capable of dealing with what they did.

Damn, and what did it do to Astarion? It's what happened to him during his enslavement. Orders impossible to resist.

You want to call for him, but your body refuses to act. It remembers.

His hands, his fangs.

And his eyes in such desperation you've never seen.

Before you manage to collect yourself again, you fall into oblivion.

**

Astarion is silent.

His nails pierce his scalp. His teeth are clenched. His eyes open wide as he stares at the wall.

The companions who murdered the necromancers ignore him, but he doesn't feel any hostility.

Just a spell. It happens.

"Astarion... Is this your name, right?" a young fighter approaches him. "You need to take a bath."

Astarion looks at himself. His clothes are covered in blood. Your blood.

"Tav will be fine. We have good healers here. Don't blame yourself."

As if enchanted again, Astarion walks away. In silence, he locks himself in the bathroom - a small wooden room with a tub full of hot water. But instead of putting off the dirty clothes, he submerges himself fully clothed.

The fabric clings to the body, and Astarion hugs his knees. The blood mixes with water.

His back hurts as if his scars are bleeding.

He doesn't know how long he spends there. An hour? A day? A week? The water is cold. but he can't care less still hearing your cries.

The door creaks, and he notices familiar soft steps.

"Astarion? Are you alright?"

He can't look at you. Can't make himself. Can't witness the damage he caused.

"I almost killed you, and you ask how I am doing?" his voice breaks.

"The necromancer almost killed me," you say firmly. "Not you. Hey, look at me!"

Your head is heavily bandaged. There are bruises all over your face, and he knows there is much more evidence of his violence below your shirt and trousers.

"It wasn’t you. It was them. You would never do this to me."

"I did."

"You didn't. Come on, take off your clothes. They’re all wet."

He wants to make you go, make you leave. He will be happy knowing you are somewhere safe and far from him.

You touch his neck, and he can't resist. Astarion allows you to pull off his shirt and then manages to take off the trousers as well. 

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"Don't." You start rubbing his back, and he flinches when your gentle fingers touch the edges of the scars.

"Tav... You need to rest..."

"Don't be selfish. I need this, too."

"What? Why?"

You take his chin and make him look up at you. "Because my body remembers you killing me. Because my subconscious tells me to run away. Because I remember these gentle hands of yours driving blades into my chest. I need to forget it before it's engraved forever. So please, don’t push me away. Not now..."

You keep rubbing his back, hands, and chest. You plant kisses on the clean skin. You wash his hair, stained blood, and gore, and make sure your touches are light and tender.

"If you want to talk about it, I am here. I know what exactly it reminded you of," you whisper in his ear.

And at that moment it's too much.

His body shudders as he starts crying, hiding his face from you in his palms. You drop the rags and wrap your hands around his neck.

You sit like that for an eternity, lulling each other until the healer starts banging into the door, demanding you to return to bed. You reluctantly let Astarion go.

You kiss him goodbye and leave, hoping the darkness won't hold his mind again, and he won't run away from you and his guilt.

**

The bed is comfortable as you lie motionless on a blanket. The healer did a great job patching you together. But you will need to fully recover. And gallons of healing potion.

Astarion enters the room. He wears fresh clothes, and if it wasn't for his facial expression, you could think nothing bad has happened.

"Come," you ask him. "I am sorry, but the night of passion isn't an offer today."

"Don't be ridiculous. How are you feeling?"

"Beaten. Wounded. Tired. And you?"

"Violated"

You both are silent. Finally, Astarion lies beside you and wraps his hands around you.

Your body stiffens against your will. Astarion feels it and tries to let you go.

"No. Hold me like that!"

He obliges and gently places your head on his chest. His cool skin feels nice.

Astarion loves me. He won't hurt me.

You repeat it like a prayer before finally being able to fully relax.

"I love you," he mutters. "I won't hurt you. You hear me?"

You nod.

"I love you, too," You smile, and your heart rejoices when he smiles back.

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[iloveroblox48]

to sweet ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:katsuki bakugou and super sweet fem reader! fluff and angst(?)

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hey guys!! another katsuki fic because why not also (^ｗ^) i swear im going to write a fully happy fluffy fic soon i just need more angst practice （◞‸◟）so for now you guys will suffer ( ｀▽´ ) this is also kind of rushed anyways ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾

When katsuki came to UA he hated everyone especially you.He didnt know why nor did he question it,he knew he hated you since the day you introduced yourself to the class all smiles and laughter, oh he hated it loathed it even everything about was to sweet the way your laughter filled the whole classroom,the way your bracelets clunked together in a beautiful remedy everytime you talked about something interesting,the way your perfume smelled like a mix of flowers and fruits,how you were so kind to everyone even him oh he hated that the most.

So obviously he made it his mission to ruin you,to break that sweet and kind personality of yours to find the monster underneath.He picked on you day after day calling you more insults than anyone else,pushing you in hallways,he even ripped your homework on “accident” after he stepped on it, and all you could do was flash him a sweet smile and carry on about your day.he wanted nothing more than to break your sweet demeanor.

One day while doing a training exercise you and him had gotten partnered up the goal was for you to find him and capture him,his goal as a “villian” was to defeat you and put the capture cuffs on you.He was so eager to finally be able to take out frustration on you and you to fight back.When this battle was going down of course he antagonized you yelling at you to come out from hiding,his location easily being revealed.You had sneak attacked him from the back giving you an easy win that wasnt even the worst part,the worst part was the fact that you had barely used your quirk and when he fell you offered a hand to help him up.

yeah he really hated you now.

He hated you so much because no matter what he did you still saw the good in him.He didnt realize this until one evening in the common room in the dorms.He was on the couch in a black tank top,red pajama pants losely hanging on his legs,reading glasses on his nose.You were in the kitchen in your pajamas,hair slightly frizzled from sleep,once you had grabbed you glass of water and a snack you headed to the couch toward him sitting down on the opposite side of him watching whatever show on your phone.He didnt say anything he just kept reading his book a comfortable silence falling over the room.Until he finally spoke up.

“Nerd can i ask you something”

“mhm”

“Why are you so damn nice to me” he said closing his book to look at you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You said it like it didnt pain you to be nice to him,like everytime you talked to him you chest wasn’t on fire,or maybe that was just him.Everytime he saw you his chest started to hurt,his stomach bubbling with something unpleasant maybe thats why he hated you because you could so easily get under his skin with your kindness having no trouble at all to show it and how much you believed in him.

So after a couple of months you broke down his tough demeanor he began to love the way your laughter drew him in like a siren,the way your bracelets so beautifully clanged together when you talked about something that interested you,the way he could recognize the smell of your perfume,he loved it so much it made his chest burn.

While his tough exterior began to soften,yours began to grow rougher.Your smile being a rare sight,your personality becoming colder,your responses shorter.He noticed this one day and of course he had to confront you after class.

“Oi whats wrong with you nerd”he said standing in front of your desk.

“What do you mean”you glared at him your once so loving eyes filled with hatred

“You haven’t been your usual annoying self”

“Well excuse me for being tired of being treated like shit”

“What the hell has gotten into you”

“I dont katsuki why dont you tell me huh? this is what you wanted right? to make me hate you well you got what you wanted..you know i tried being nice to you because i saw good in you,i knew that you accepting kindness would take time but you dont get to treat me like scum on the bottom of your damn shoe…Leave me alone bakugou.” you grabbed your things and stormed off

This isnt how he want this to go down he just didnt know how to explain himself so he watched you storm off that pain in his chest again,that weird bubbling feeling in his stomach,he wanted to call out to you to grab your wrist and explain everything.But he couldn’t not with the overwhelming growing lump in his throat.

Just then he realized that he didnt hate you,he never has,in reality he liked you

No he loved you

[kunaigirl]

Long post ahead, but I really want to talk about this...I think? Oh lord here we go, lol. Anyways, confession time!

I struggled with illiteracy and learning to read for a chunk of my life. I've mentioned it (in passing) in this post that I made about my experiences with having epilepsy, but I decided to make an whole post just for this for a change.

Somewhere around when I was in the second grade, I lost my ability to read and write due to a bad seizure I had. (That combined with the medications I was given too.) A lot of my memories are blank from that era, except for a very few instances I remember clearly. What I do remember though, has nothing to do with the seizure or even what lead up to it, all of that's still gone to this day.

I had lost my ability to read, and also was diagnosed with dyslexia during the quest to re-learn from scratch. (On top of already being diagnosed with ADHD when I was about 6.) I remember very vividly how HORRIBLE everything felt. I couldn't remember the names of things, and I had to re-learn, from preschool up, both reading and writing from scratch.

Somewhat luckily, I didn't lose anything else besides those chunks of memories and my ability to read, and I still remembered who I was, what cartoons I liked, my favorite music, etc. But suddenly, I couldn't read the CD titles anymore. I couldn't read the VHS covers. It was gone, ripped away from me very suddenly, and I knew it was missing. I knew that I already learned how to read and write, but it was forced out of me by a malfunctioning brain. I was home schooled because of it from grades 3rd-5th. (2003-2005)

In the third grade, I had made just enough progress to get books for 5 year olds. Everyone around me acted so proud, but all I could do was cry. I was humiliated. I felt so incredibly stupid, as being illiterate leaves you with no choice but to feel stupid. I threw those baby books around my room and sat on the floor crying. It wasn't fair, I didn't do anything wrong, it was my damn seizures. I had no control.

When I went back to public school for 6th grade, I got called stupid, the r-slur, illiterate, slow, basically every name in the book. Both kids and adults, all throughout those years while I continued to re-learn in real time. In middle school, my reading level was still low for my age, and I had to be in a special program with extra assistance and teacher accommodations. As soon as word got out, the kids were RELENTLESS. It was 06-07, nobody cared about bullying/etc, especially for a public middle school. The bullying never stopped.

I kept working and studying, slowly making progress. Years of struggling, learning to cope, inventing my own short-cuts to help read a little easier, using rulers and paper edges to help guide my eyes, everything. I was still in "special" classes with accommodations all through high school too. My senior year of high school, I graduated on the honor role list. Did that make me happy? It felt nice for sure, but better? Not by much. I knew how hard I still struggled, and still felt very embarrassed by it all. I'll never forget.

As a kid, the pain I felt was so intense. Physically from the seizure, and in every other way with having to re-learn how to spell t-r-e-e. Starting over with pre-K toddler books at 7. Kindergarten level at age 8, and a first grade level as a 9 year old. The feeling of having my memories ripped away just enough to leave me unable to recognize the symbols that decorated everything from posters to TV to book covers. Being told by a room full of doctors and neurologists what had happened, and being quizzed and tested to see what I still had left.

I have never forgotten those long nights. Even though I was a child, the shame and guilt and fear I felt were VERY real and very tense. And the jokes/remarks from both kids AND adults, the notebooks filled with raw squiggly anger, the uphill climb to regain what was taken from me. I will NEVER forget it. Even in college, I struggled with those heavy textbooks and their tiny fonts. I did well enough, but no one else struggled the way I did with them. I did my work and wrote my essays, but it would take full entire days. It still does.

At times, as an adult, I still get stuck on words. I can obviously read and write again, as you can see with this exact post, but it's not over. I struggle with certain fonts, and some books are just to difficult. I still work at it and still try as hard as I can even to this very goddamn day. It never truly ended, all these years later, 20 years later, I still sometimes fight to understand. I feel like an angry and humiliated kid again in those moments, but I'm not that kid or teen anymore. I lived thought it somehow.

I had a dream back when I was 17, where I'm standing in from of my 9 year old self and that pile of baby books. She's crying and looking at me, desperately. I walk over and hug her, proudly telling her "We read The Great Gatsby in high school, and we understand it."

To anyone who has struggled with illiteracy at non-toddler-points in their lives, I see you. To anyone who's struggled with reading comprehension, I see you. To anyone who struggled with writing, I see you. We don't talk about it enough, and I want to change that. I don't want to hide that side of my life experience anymore. Fuck shame, we climbed out of it.

And to this day, a copy of "The Great Gatsby" is still on my shelf. Because I read it in high school, and 9 year old me would've thought that was the coolest achievement ever.

[blkgirl-writing]

So. Technically... the Revivify spell only works for one minute after death.

Begging for a piece where Gale sees Tav go down in combat, everyone is fighting for their lives, meanwhile he's across the battlefield, fighting his hardest to get closer and feeling the minute they have to revive Tav slipping away...

Gale x Fem!reader

"Cold to the touch"

I have never finished a request so fast I'll be honest. This is so heartbreaking but absolutely amazing.

Tags and TWs: angst, a bit funny, some detailed graphic violence and blood, Gale in denial lowkey.

-

Sometimes the fights you picked should have been fights evaded

"Gale, go!" you screeched, seconds before the killing blow you your chest, blood rapidly pooling around your feet, too much blood, you whispered as you looked down with blurring vision, clutching at your skin, trying to stop the bleeding, even for a second. The last bit of your strength used to look back up at gale, and smile. your body thudded to the ground, completely and utterly lifeless.

Gale blinked. The wind knocked out of him like he was hit with a battering ram. He fractically looked around, who was close? no one. Astarion was high on the rooftop, Wyll and Karlach surrounded with no way out, everyone on the brink of death themselves. Lae'zel the furthest and least likely to help. That just left-

"Shadowheart? Shadowheart, HEAL HER!"

"I'm fresh out of spells-" Shadowheart yelled, looking back at your limp body. "I think...She's past anything I can do right now, anyway."

Gale's gaze went down to his own hands, the revive in his pocket, how many things were around him, and how much strength he really did have. Your body was getting cold, soul leaving body, time was of the essence.

"damn it" he whispered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on making sure he wouldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. If the thoughts of your beautiful life absent from the rest of his miserable one crept up, he'd be paralyzed, he simply could not dwell on the bleak future. "ok"

Gale forced himself forward, nearly slipping immediately and cursing himself. Running. if he wasn't out of all the magic he could muster he could simply misty step. Instead he was forced to make his way little by little while watching the last of life slip from you as the reality set in. He couldn't get to you in time. He needed to save himself and the others if there was any hope of even bringing your corpse to have a proper burial. He had to topple goblins and just stare feet away from you as your magic slipped permanently away from this world. Helpless, and tearful.

-

He wanted to cover you up. Clothes ripped open from your wounds, he didn't want you to feel exposed. Though, he knew you weren't feeling anything at all. But he had nothing. Once again failing himself and you when he felt you most needed it.

"There....there has to be something we can do" he held your freezing and damp hand in his own warm ones. Enemies blood pooled with your own,. the fight was won, but it truly felt wrong to say those words. He had been brushing your hair out of your eyes while the others gathered around. They'd been the furthest, so Gale had gotten precious moments alone. Muttering sentances he didn't finish. About how he had failed you. About what could have been. Maybe an I love you had fallen from his lips, but it didn't matter anymore, not if he could never hear the words he so wanted to hear back from you, from your own sweet voice.

"I don't know, I....I'm so sorry, Gale." Shadowheart softly touched gales back for a moment of comfort and caring that was so rare for her. that's how he knew it was real. "I know you cared."

I know you cared. He didn't know why those words were his breaking point, but he suddenly felt water dripping down his face. Silent tears rushing down his race. "I truly did."

"We will find a way, Gale. Have hope." Wyll crouched beside Gale on the ground. "I don't think we can do this without her."

"I'll bring her back. Somehow." Gale nodded, finally tearing his gaze away from you. Everyone stood around your corpse. Everyone with the same, grim look. Though, Wyll just looked...sad, sadness for Gales pain, and for the senseless loss of another.

Gale had to get you back to get you comfortable in camp. You couldn't stay here. Not for animals to ravage.

"I'll get her to camp for you, Gale. Don't ware yourself out" Karlach effortlessly hoisted your body over her shoulder. Gale gathered the items that dropped from your pockets on the ground, covered in grime and blood. But he simply wiped it away. He didn't want you to have to clean it off later. He'd worry about the red stains on his fingers and blotches on his clothes later. He just had to worry about getting you back, and never losing you again.

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[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"What's My Favorite?"

Part one: 👁🫦👁

Summary. ๋࣭ ⭑ Gojo asked you what your favorite body part of his is. You answer. And little did he know, you've thought about it before.

Including. ☾₊‧⁺ Smut, smut, smut. Mommy kink, f!reader, reader!dom, sub!Gojo, teasing, blow job, commanding, and maybe a part three.

Note from the author. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Sorry it took so long for a pt two! I broke a rib and had to go to the doctor, but I'm back! Hope you enjoy.

From the look on his face, you can already tell he's surprised. That's exactly what you were planning. He's always the one stunning you. He's always the one flirting.

It's your turn today.

You lean your hand down to his shoulder, tracing down to his back and leaning a bit closer. Once he's gotten over the initial shock, he starts to flow in with you. Leaning down a bit to get closer to your level, he smirks as your hand traces down his back and down to the lower section of it.

"Getting frisky, eh?" He says in a whisper, simply licking his lips when you don't reply verbally. As your hands make their way to his outer thighs, he grabs your waist, making dead eye contact with you. You finally answer.

"You're one to talk. Or, maybe you're not. When you speak, you say the wrong words, Satoru. Let your body do the talking."

With a sultry and enchanting voice, you beckon him closer. Your eyes, half-covered by heavy lashes, seem to hold a mysterious allure that leaves him powerless to resist your charms. (Damn Grammarly slay)

Your fingers lightly trace the inner of his thighs, teasing softly by sliding closer and closer to his member, then following along his leg and down to his knee. That makes him scoff lightly at you, eyes rolling and falling back onto you with annoyance.

"You can't just-" You cut him off with a particularly attractive "Ah, ahh, Satoru. I just told you, do not speak. Be a good boy for me, eh?"

He stops breathing for a split second, eyes widening before he nods and chews the inside of his lip. The way you command him makes his stomach twist, along with the way you're touching him. He's getting further aroused along with desperate.

Gliding your fingers down his shins, you rub gentle circles around his ankle. This is your first time doing anything with Satoru. Of course, you're gonna study every inch of him. Not many people get this chance. You're gonna savor it.

You lean down to kiss his calf, working your way up and taking your time. Lolling out your tongue a bit, making your way up his leg with kisses and licks, you find your way back to his inner thighs.

You look up and make eye contact with him, and you're met with a face full of pure desperation and need. As you slowly drag down the waistband of his shorts and boxers, admiring every bit of skin that gets revealed, along with focusing your eyes on his trimmed happy trail, you leisurely uncover his now free boner.

As you go about your activities, you notice that his eyes are fixed on you, lingering on your every move. There's a distinct energy surrounding him, one that speaks of a deep-seated desire that he can't seem to shake off. You can sense his longing in the way he whimpers, like a puppy seeking affection. His furrowed brow and quivering lip are clear indications of just how strongly he feels. It's almost as if he's transfixed by you and everything you do, unable to look away or break the spell that you seem to have over him.

And what do you do? Smile up at him and mutter, "Thank you for this meal." Then start kitten-licking the tip of his dick, which, as you expected, is perfect. Thick at the base, with some girth, he's fairly long with a shorter, pink tip. Not to mention how well-groomed he is.

As you start to take more and more of his length, he starts to whine and whimper, eyes slightly rolling back when you twirl your tongue around him. You slide your hand up a bit before mumbling, "Take your shirt off," and he doesn't hesitate for a second. The shirt? Dramatically ripped off. Your hand? Shamelessly grasping at his abs, the other holding his waist.

You start to bob your head a bit faster around him, he moans out a lewd, "Nggh- Mommy, p-please, f-fuck..."

Your eyes close when he shakily grabs your hair. He whines loudly when you give him a warning nibble on his tip, telling him to let go of the hair you spent two hours doing. And he lets go faster than he cums when you gag around his cock, forcefully sucking it deeper into your throat as his liquids shoot out and down your throat.

He didn't precum, hell no, he didn't have time. The way you took him all the way so effortlessly, he could swear you've done this before thousands of times. He felt euphoric as his cum shot out in a pattern. You look up at him and swallow, not letting a drop spill from your pretty little mouth. And he stared back, seeing stars and your eyes, which he could never tell the difference from anyway.

He leans down, repeatedly kissing your head as his cock throbs and squirts in your mouth. He holds your cheeks, placing hard and aggressive kisses all over your face. He can't get over this feeling and doesn't know what else he can do.

After you take his cock from your mouth, you look up at him with a small smile, licking your lips as he wipes the drool from your chin, looking at you as he puts on his glasses. But, before he can, you grab his arm.

"We aren't done, pretty boy. You haven't even pleased me yet."

[crochetspanners]

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tags/warnings: Ellie Williams x fem reader, fluff, angst, NOT !PROOFREAD! if u see any spelling mistakes no you didn’t. Mention of depression, death, blood, and self harm!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE OR GET TRIGGED ON THOSE TOPICS!! (I am not responsible for that whatsoever)

(very) short Summary: How do you live when your heart is ripped out of your chest?

EVERYONE says that you don’t find the love of your life till you’ve actually experienced all of life. But you know that’s not true. You knew who was the love of your life, how couldn’t you? When she did everything and anything to see you smile, hear you laugh. How when you guys would fight, no matter if she was in the right or wrong she would always apologize to you, oh and how she spoiled you, she would work extra shifts just to buy you that beautiful necklace you wanted. And it for sure hurt her bank account but it didn’t matter, seeing your reaction - she would have bought a million of those necklaces. And you didn’t care about the gifts, of course you loved and appreciated them, all you needed was her, her touch, her voice. Just her fucking presence was enough for you. She was your world, your heartbeat as you were hers.

But no one prepares you to know that the one person who mattered in life, the one person who brought joy and happiness was ripped from your fucking arms.

ONE MONTH EAILER

“babe, c’monnnn come t’ bed” you whined after Ellie who was sitting at her gaming desk, so focused on playing Minecraft (which you both loved to play) “okay, okay I’m coming” she sighed, shutting down her console and padding over to your shared bed. Crawling into the foamed mattress where you lay. “Miss me that much, baby?” She cooed in a playful tease, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and you immediately curled into her chest, your cheek smushing against it. “Shush” you smiled, tilting your head to take in her oh so familiar scent, that was just so uniquely hers. “All you do is play video games when you have a whole girl laying in your bed” You muttered, she didn’t just play video games all day. You might have been just a taaaad dramatic cause you missed her. “ah ah, don’t start, you lil brat. You know damn well all of my attention goes to you” Ellie kissed her teeth, playfully pinching your cheek. She was so fucking in love with you that. “I’m not a brat, you’re a brat” You scoffed, rolling your eyes but not able to contain the smile that peeked from your lips. “mmm okay, baby we can argue about who is the biggest brat later” Ellie let out a breath, pulling the blanket over your entwined forms, and settling into the pillows more comfortably, her eyes drooping out of exhaustion. “Now let’s sleep yeah?” She muttered, resting her cheek against the top of your head, the darkness of sleep taking her away into a land of dreams and slumber. But you couldn’t sleep, you didn’t know why you couldn’t sleep but you couldn’t. You listened to Ellie heartbeat, over and over again. Before finally speaking up. “Els..” you whispered, peering up at her half asleep form. She hummed in response, cracking one eye open to look at you. “Do you wanna know why this is my favorite way to cuddle” You asked in a sweet, soft voice, “why, baby?” Ellie asked with her sleepy voice, her hand stroke the soft planes of your back. “Because I get to listen to your heartbeat” you whispered, one of your hand coming to toy with the hem of Ellie’s tank top “my heartbeat?” She questioned in slight confusion “yeah, I like listening to it. Because it assures me that you’re here. That you’re alive and with me” you begun, chewing the inside of your cheek “that little thing in your chest, pumping and pumping to keep you alive, to keep you here with me.” You said, eyes kept on Ellie’s face. Ellie stayed silent for a long moment, before finally speaking. “This heart is never gonna stop beating for you, sweetheart” she whispered, the hand stroking your back coming to cup your cheek. “Promise?” You asked, bottom lip quivering “promise.”

TWO WEEKS AGO

“I’m gonna run to the store, angel. I’ll be right back” Ellie told you several hours ago, as she left with her pickup truck after you told her you guys are running short on groceries, you expected her back after around 2-3hours, she left at 12 and it’s now it’s almost 4pm. You thought maybe she got caught up with some friends, and forgot to tell you. But when you checked her location, it showed ‘not available’ “what the fuck” you muttered to yourself, Ellie never turned off her location - never. A million things ran through your head, could she be cheating? No, no way she would never. She would rather die than cheat on you. You decided to call her. ring, ring, ring - line - she didn’t answer, that was odd. You decided not to panic, surely she would come up, she has too.

Another several hours have passed now, and you were starting to worry, it’s almost 10 and not even a text from Ellie. What the fuck is going on, you thought to yourself. Trying so hard to not start panicking, maybe..fuck maybe she just took a nap in her car? God you were so worried. Eventually you took a nap, maybe to wake up with your loving girlfriend right by your side, safe and happy. Instead you were woken up by a loud banging on your door. You sprung up, immediately thinking it was Ellie. You almost tripped trying to get up to run to the door..but instead you were met with two police officers, holding their hats with a somber look on their faces…

PRESENT DAY

How can a body function without its heart?

You don’t know how long it’s been, how many days you have just rotted in your bed. Not having any energy to eat, or just get up and brush you teeth. God you must fucking reek. All you have the strength to do it bury yourself in Ellie’s fading scent, clutch into it and close your eyes real tight. And maybe, just maybe you’ll wake up to see her again, to be in her arms and hear her voice. Feel her touch that you oh so fucking craved. You cried, cried and cried and begged when you first heard that news. Begging god that this isn’t real, that he hasn’t taken your girl, oh your sweet girl, how could she? Leave you on this earth? Alone and miserable. Of course it wasn’t her fault, how could she predict a drunk driver ramming into the side her car and taking her away from you, taking the only reason you were walking on this earth away from you. Your family and friends have reached out to you, sending ‘prayers’ and ‘condolences’ as if that could bring back ellie. You’re ellie. You were so numb and empty you couldn’t even go to her funeral, when her father Joel reached out to you, even when the blade that cut across your arm, you couldn’t feel it. Because your heart was so empty that you had nothing else to say if it wasn’t to Ellie.

“baby..mm baby wake up” a soft voice reaches your ears, large hands gently shaking you awake. “w-what?” You asked, frantically, you were drenched in a cold sweat, forehead sticky and clothes damp. “woah, woah. It’s okay, it’s okay I’m here” Ellie cooed, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away with her thumbs. “ it’s okay. You’re okay, baby..” Ellie whispered, bringing your head to rest against her chest, gently rocking you. “oh my god..” you sighed in relief, hand clutching her shirt as tears burned in your eyes..”Ellie, I had such a bad dream. You..you left me, broke our promise and let your heart stop beating” you cried against her chest, Ellie shushed you, cupping the back of your head with her hand. “that wasn’t a dream, sweetheart..” She cooed, looking down at your oh so cherubic face. “what?” you breathed in confusion, not understanding. “But you were supposed to carry on, princess. You shouldn’t have done that..” she whispered, grabbing your arm that was gushing out blood from your veins, “why’d you do that, sweetheart? Why did you take your precious life away?” She asked, looking at you with such hurt, but before you could respond everything faded away, she faded away again. You shot awake, looking down to see pools of your own blood where you cut too deep..”I’m gonna see you again. I promise” you whispered as the world around you started to fade away, and you could finally rest in peace, with your sweet Ellie by your side once again.

A/N- oh my god first fic WHAAAAT. If you guys think this is garbage I’m gonna cry (it probably is)😭 ok byebye see you next time!

[that-tmr-girl]

WCKD Suit

When you see Thomas in a WCKD suit you can't help but take him.

Blow job, oral, fingering, slight hair pulling, panty stuffing, nipple play, vaginal sex, praise kink

Thomas. Thomas and that evil WCKD suit is such a good combination. We're about to risk our lives, but it makes him so much hotter than before, something I didn't know was possible. Seeing how fit he truly was because it was tight and how his pretty face seemed prettier and made me want to take him against the wall, forget everything, and fuck him for hours. I just wanted him-

"Y/N, you good?"He asked, letting me know that I had been staring. Looking over, I saw that everyone was busy. Since we stole them early we were just trying them on. Now they were on their way to kidnap Teresa but fuck it. I want to stay here and rip his clothes off.

"Come with me,"I demanded, pulling him out of the room and into some random closet. Giving into temptation, I threw my arms around him and kissed him. Knowing what was about to happen he locked the door. The second he did, I started kissing on his neck.

"Y/N,"He breathed out, making me suck on his skin and leave marks. Pulling away, I went to take away those stupid clothes when he stopped me.

"Don't get me wrong. I'll do this anytime I can, but you're usually not so dominant. Why now?"He asked.

"That damn uniform. You look so much more attractive in it,"I sighed.

"So what? You like a man in uniform?"He teased.

"No. I like you in a uniform,"I corrected. "But I like you so much more without it,"I teased, pulling the shirt over his head. Admiring his bare, muscular chest, I was only pulled out of my staring spell when he had me against the wall. Kissing my shoulder, I felt his erection through the suit. Pushing him away, I dropped to my knees and took his pants off. Taking him in my hands, I started pumping him, stroking his hard cock. Cursing under his breath as I increased his pace, his hands made their way to my hair as he thrust his hips further into me, letting me know what he wanted.

I wrapped my lips around his tip, barely touching him. Holding his breath at the contact, I gradually gave him more as I swirled my tongue around his tip. I could already taste his precum on my lips.

Getting lost in his taste, I pushed my mouth further into him. Hitting the back of my throat, his grip on my hair tightened as I bobbed my head up and down. Humming around him, he repeatedly moaned my name as I kept him in the back of my throat, almost choking. Still, I increased my pace as I felt him twitch in my mouth.

Pulling away, I looked at him as I licked every part of his dick I could. Stroking him, I felt him twitch in my hand again. As his breathing got heavier I knew he was close. Wrapping my lips back around him, he almost instantly shot his thick, salty seed down my throat. I swallowed all of him.

Even when I had though, I wasn't done. Bobbing my head again, I watched him throw his head back as he harshly tugged on my hair, making my eyes water. Now full on moaning around him, he bit his lip to avoid growing louder.

Still sensitive from his earlier orgasm it took him almost no time to fill my mouth with his cum again. Getting lost in his taste, it must have been too much as he pulled me away.

"Good girl. My good girl,"He breathed out. "We don't have much time. Come on,"He whispered, pulling me up. Just as I was against the wall and he was on his knees there was a knock on the door.

Sighing in disappointment, as I went to wait for him to get dressed, he kept me where I was. Looking down, I saw him shake his head no as he put a finger to his lips. Then, he tore my shirt off before pulling my pants and soaked panties down. Handing me them, I understand what was being asked, and I obliged as I put them in my mouth. Just as the knock grew louder, he kissed my inner thighs before working his way up. Arching my back at the calming feeling of his breath on me, he kept my hips where they were as he pressed a kiss to my clit. Letting out a moan, it was muffled from the fabric in my mouth. Still, neither of us paid it any mind as he licked a slow stripe up my middle. Needing to hold something, I grabbed a fistful of his hair.

He started licking even slower, more teasing stripes. I bit harder on my panties as the pleasure overtook my mind.

Hearing my noises grow louder, he knew what this meant as he plunged his tongue into me. Feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head, I couldn't help but pull his hair harder as he swirled his tongue around. Despite this being so pleasurable I was seeing stars, he made it so my vision was almost black as he started humming. As if that wasn't incredible enough, he thrust his finger into me while still going. Now sucking and kissing on my clit, I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. Increasing his pace with his tongue and his finger, it was all over as I let go. He swallowed all of me, and I mean all. Licking me clean and even trailing his tongue down my thighs just to be sure, he didn't let any of my juices go anywhere but his mouth.

Before I could speak he traced my folds before opening them. Gasping as he looked up at me, he started slowly circling and playing with my clit. Teasing my entrance, he never took his gaze off me as my face screwed up into pleasure.

"Good girl. Make those pretty faces for me,"He praised, putting two fingers into me. As he started pumping, he used his thumb to rub circles above my entrance. Whimpering and trembling, he increased his pace as he added another. It was getting harder not to scream, even with the makeshift gag.

"That's right my good girl. Stretch for me,"He whispered. Throwing my head back, his words were pushing me over the edge. "Good girl. Stretch for my fingers. Stretch so you're ready for me,"He continued. And that was it. That was all it took for me to cum.

Pulling out, he sucked down on my juices. Our of breath, he didn't let my catch it as he bent me over the table.

"My pretty girl,"He praised, pushing into me. As I was moaning, he put his finger into my mouth for me to suck on. I did so I didn't end up screaming as he slammed into me. With him deep inside, I felt how hard he still was as he left me feeling so good I could barely see. While I was sucking harder as my legs started to shake, his other hand grabbed my hair as he shoved himself in and out. Feeling the wetness drip down my legs, he must have too as he started pinching my nipple before trailing his hand down my stomach. With him firmly holding me in place, I felt him twitch inside of me. Moaning my name, he twitched before shooting his seed into me. With his thrust speeding up while getting sloppier, I clenched around him. Knowing this, when I broke he pulled out as I came so it all dripped down my thighs.

"Sit on the table,"He commanded.

"Yes Thomas,"I panted. Feeling my body ache, I did that, almost collapsing. Looking at my naked body, he pinched both my nipples before sucking on one. Throwing my head back, he took the invitation as he started lightly biting on one then the other. Bringing my wetness back, he sucked and pinched harder. Unable to help myself, I came again.

"One more time,"He begged.

"As many times as you want,"I breathed out.

"If that was true we'd never stop,"He admitted, cupping my face before lightly kissing me. I kissed back, feeling his smile against my lips before he pulled away.

"Now sit on my lap,"He ordered, sitting next to me. I straddled him, barely grinding on him.

"Y/N, don't tease,"He pleaded. Smirking at him, I just kissed his jaw when I felt both his hands on my ass. "Come on pretty girl. Ride me,"He whispered.

Doing as he said I slid onto his cock. He kept his hands where they were as I rocked against him. Slamming into me, he suddenly leaned back to get a better view. Giving him that, I leaned over so my tits were in right in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my back as I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Thrusting into me, I felt his cock hit my g-spot. Begging for him to stay there, he increased his pace, bringing me to my high. Feeling my eyes roll back, I reached my release.

Still, I stayed there as he kept fucking me, waiting for him to fill me up. Knowing that I was running out of things to give, he flipped me over and wrapped my legs around his waist. Going harder, fucking me deeper, I felt him twitch inside of me. Still sensitive from just a few seconds ago, I felt another orgasm rippling through my body. With him pulling out and slamming into me one last time, we both came.

He held himself inside of me to fill me up before pulling out. With both of us wearing lazy grins, he kissed my neck before flopping next to me.

"You're always so tight,"He groaned. "You're just so addicting,"He sighed, peppering my face with kisses.

"I love you too,"I promised. "But I don't know how to walk now,"I admitted.

"Whose fault is that?"He teased.

"Yours. It's all yours."

"I can't help it if you feel nice. Besides, you dragged me in here to tear my clothes off."

"And I'd do it again,"I proudly admitted.

"I might just have to take you up on that later,"He suggested, kissing my nose. "We do need to go now though,"He pointed out. I nodded and went to stand when my legs, as expected, were shaking. Before I could collapse he pulled me back and dressed me while praising me the entire time. Then, he did the same.

"Come on. Nobody needs to know. We've got a day for you to recover anyway,"He pointed out, gesturing for me to hop on his back. I definitely did and let him carry me out

[eclecticmiasma]

Yandere Chilchuck?????? Please????????????

Y'all I was supposed to be normal about this show for once!! Don't indulge me like this..............................anyway here are some more headcanons based on the Yandere MBTI indicator conceptualized by the lovely ddarker-dreams! Please send them love.

[Warnings: general yandere scariness, manipulation]

CRUEL Vs. REVERENT

Chilchuck uses biting sarcasm, criticism, and emotional punishment as a front to cover deep, deep insecurities festering within him. As blunt and belittling he can be to his friends, he turns it almost ten-fold on his darling. They can't do a damn thing right- can't fight without getting injured, can't listen to his orders correctly when navigating traps, can't hold a knife to cut onions for whatever abomination Senshi has boiling for dinner. Chilchuck will use what he's deemed as shortcomings as an excuse to keep darling dependent on him by butting into everything they do and finishing it off himself.

If darling is put off by his behavior, he'll find a way to show them just how necessary he is for their survival. Chilchuck would let darling die in the dungeon a million times over if it will bring them to the realization that they're helpless without his guidance.

AWARE VS. DELUSIONAL

Chilchuck is, on a surface level, aware of his behavior. He knows that he treats darling more harshly than the others. However, he doesn't have the emotional intelligence to know why he feels so compelled to snatch the hairbrush out of darling's hand when they're brushing it "the wrong way" or why he feels on edge whenever darling is off out of his sight. He certainly can't understand why the way Laios looks at darling while they speak makes his blood boil. Chilchuck doesn't realize that deep-down he's terrified of loss. He can't bear to lose his friends to their mad quest, to have his darling up and realize they're better off without him. Gone with his daughters without so much as even a goodbye. Not again.

Never again.

MANIPULATIVE VS. HONEST

This ties to the nature of why Chilchuck has become so obsessive and cagey about his darling. He manipulates them in the multitude of ways above to make themselves doubt their own abilities, but he also manipulates the rest of the party to see the situation between them differently.

"I told them a thousand fucking times that I saw a crack in the floor that looked tampered with!" He seethes as Marcille works to revive darling, impaled through the femoral artery by a nasty spike shot up from the stones below. Darling isn't there to speak for themselves, to argue that Chilchuck had told them the exact opposite. After they wake, for a split second they'll remember it exactly as it happened, only to have the memory wiped away by Chilchuck's insistence that they were just too stupid to understand him correctly. When Laios pulls Chilchuck aside one night and asks him in hushed words if he thought bringing darling along was a mistake, the half-foot knows he's won.

STRICT VS. LENIENT

It isn't long before Chilchuck's giving orders. He details exactly how long darling is allowed to be off bathing alone for their own safety, or that the only thing they're allowed to do in battle is cast spells from afar as they will surely be a danger to themselves and the others if they try to join the frontlines. The reward for listening is a softer side of Chilchuck. He might sew darling's ripped jacket or let something slip about his past. He might even fuss over darling after being killed rather than berate them. Punishment for failing to listen to him is an incrementally tighter leash pulled on what darling is and isn't allowed to get into, distancing when appropriate to leave darling floundering and looking more incompetent than before, or insisting they have to read Laios's dungeon guidebook ramblings to prepare themselves better.

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[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[smalltowncryptidfucker]

Thinking about how Edward and Ling are probably just as touch starved as each other, but in like, vastly different ways.

With Edward- based off what I can tell- the only people he knew he could be physically affectionate with in any way, was his mother and Alphonse.

(Not to say Winry and Pinako aren’t affectionate with the boys, but I feel like being physically affectionate isn’t something that comes naturally to either of them. They seem like they prefer acts of service as a way of showing how much they care more than anything, and I think that’s wonderful! Even after the Elric brothers pretty much decided to kiss their hometown goodbye, the relationship they have with the Rockbells is still strong enough to where they know they can rely on them for anything, which is very important.)

But it really sucks, because their mom is long gone, and Alphonse, while he’s still around, no longer has a body. He’s a soul bound to a suit of armor, and he can’t feel anything. And I’m sure that Alphonse is still as physically affectionate with Edward as he can be with the body he has, but the unfortunate truth of the matter is, that if he isn’t careful, he might accidentally injure Edward. And I’m sure that terrifies him more than anything. Alphonse is so kind, gentle and loving, and the idea of hurting his brother by accident, or otherwise would devastate him. So he keeps Edward at arms’ length, just so he doesn’t get hurt.

Whereas with Ling, there isn’t much about his background that we know canonically (that I can recall- if any of you know something, feel free to add on), but considering the fact that he was conceived by the emperor and a noblewoman for the sole purpose of being a potential heir to the throne, and nothing else, I don’t think his childhood was filled with much genuine affection.

I’m sure he was treated well, but there’s a difference between actual love and care for a child, and the pretty much forced respect for the potential heir to a throne. His days were filled with constant training and education to prepare him to run a country, and typically with characters like him, they usually are fed some sort of BS akin to “showing/receiving affection is a form of weakness,” and “don’t get attached to anyone, or you’ll lose everything”. Stuff like that. And not to project headcanons onto a character that no one has seen in canon, but I’m sure Ling’s mother saw her son as more of a way to get more power, than an actual family member. Again, could be wrong, but considering the fact that the emperor produces heirs by just… going to the “best” noble families of each clan in his kingdom to ensure his bloodline is “pure” or some shit, that blatant disregard for family is probably the norm for anyone in power in Xing.

And I know that Lan Fan and Fu do genuinely love and care for Ling, but at the end of the day, they’re his bodyguards. Their relationship is purely professional, and they all know that if they overstep those boundaries, that could spell the end for them. They have to keep him at arms’ length to ensure their survival.

Basically, what I’m saying is, Ling has probably never received a sincere hug his entire god damn life.

So, I’m just thinking that the first time they hug or hold hands or some shit, they’re both so nervous, because Edward hasn’t been held in so long, and Ling doesn’t know what to expect, but then they both just melt into each other.

TL;DR: Ed and Ling share the same amount of touch-starvation, but physical affection was ripped away from Edward, and Ling was never provided any to begin with. They should clearly join forces.

[depressopax]

Distraction | Nacho Varga Scenario

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: Nacho Varga x female reader Genre: Pure smut, no plot tbh  Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI. Fem!reader. Sub!Nacho+Domme!Reader, oral (both receiving), p in v, cussing, praise kink, rough sex. Spanish nicknames (correct me if I got something wrong!) Words: 1.9K (oop-) Summary: Reader helps their boyfriend Nacho relax after an eventful day at work.  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

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“You sure you’re ok?”

You ask your boyfriend, who’s been quiet all night after work. You’re in bed together but he seems lost in thoughts. He doesn’t like talking about work and you don’t pressure him into it. You know what he does is dangerous, which means you’re always worried for him. But especially tonight, when he barely has uttered a word to you. 

“Hey…” You say, gently grabbing his chin and tilting his head to look at you. His warm brown eyes meet yours when he wakes him up from his trance. He grabs your wrist and moves your hand from his chin to his cheek. He sighs and leans into your touch as you caress his cheek, feeling his stubble tickle the palm of it. “Nacho?”

“Hmmm? Yea, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” 

“I…” He is about to reply with a snarky comment, but seeing the genuine worry in your eyes makes his face soften. “Rough day.”

“What happened?”

“Tuco being fuckin’ insane, as usual.” His voice is bitter.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You’re not surprised when he shakes his head. 

“No. I need some distraction.” 

You smirk at this and he grabs your shoulder and lays you down on top of him. His rough hands travel down your back and squeeze your ass. He looks very smug as you moan.

“Hmm, what kind of distraction?” 

“Don’t play games with me.” He growls, desperately reaching for your lips. But you feel like playing games so you pull away and he stares at you in disbelief. 

“You gonna beg for it?” He rolls his eyes in response, his face turning red. 

“Don’t be a brat.” He warns. 

Nacho is used to being the one in charge, but you feel like stirring the pot a bit. 

Still laying over him, you move your legs on each side of his hips. You straddle over him and then, at last, meet his lips. You can feel his smirk against your lips and it’s like he’s waiting to take charge. Not tonight. He parts his soft lips slightly and you slip your tongue into his mouth, taking control of it. You find yourselves in a sloppy makeout session and only pull away to breathe before going back in. Nacho grunts and buckles his hips up, trying to push you off and change positions. Usually, he would succeed but he is too into the kisses to care. Your hands travel to the hem of his white shirt and your boyfriend gasps as your cold fingers dance over his warm skin, stroking his hard muscles up and down. He involuntarily squirms as your hands roam over his chest, causing his nipples to harden under your cold palm.

“Your hands are always so damn cold.” He murmurs but doesn’t really seem bothered by it right now. 

Nacho's face is turning red and his chest heaves along with his ragged breathing. 

Impatiently he helps you toss the shirt aside and quickly works on your shirt. He almost rips it open in anticipation and you let him take control momentarily. But when he sits up to undo the bra, you simply push him down in bed again and squeeze your legs tighter around him to keep him in place. You rub yourself against him only to feel the bulge in his jeans brush against your ass. With one swift motion you get rid of your pants, letting them join the shirts on the floor. You’re already wet from anticipation. Nacho’s hands grips your asscheek and carefully moves you down a bit only to make you feel his erection against the thin fabric of the panties as his way of saying: Look what you’re doing to me. 

He finally seems more relaxed and his face is hot and red from arousal. With his fingers rubbing your clit through the wetness of the panties, he says:

“Please…” The voice is surprisingly soft with a hint of desperation. 

“‘Please’ what…?” 

“...Please, touch me.”

“Why should I?” You say in a soft voice, unzipping his jeans and rubbing the wet spot on his boxers. He lets out a moan. “Why?”

“I-” He swallows. “Fuck… I’ll do anything.”

“...Anything?” 

He nods and with a chuckle you help him off with the boxers. He almost sighs in relief as you free his boner, allowing it to stand free and proudly. His swollen tip is already leaking from excitement and his breathing is heavier now. You give him a few strokes only to stop as he grows more excited. 

With a grin, you lick your palm, tasting the bitterness of him. His eyes almost roll back from the sight. With eyes on him and his reactions you undo the bra and toss it over the other clothes. Nacho’s gaze hungrily wanders your body, paying extra close attention to your breasts, wanting nothing more but to squeeze and kiss them.

“You’re killing me…” He whispers and reaches out his hands to touch you. You pull him into a quick, desperate kiss before turning around. Still being on top of him, you straddle on top, your dripping pussy right above his face whilst you face his throbbing cock. He wastes no second before digging in, grabbing your ass and pushing your sex against his face. You let out a loud moan as his warm mouth attacks your most sensitive parts. You stroke his neglected cock a few times before teasing the already swollen tip by kissing it and swirling your tongue on it. He moans against your pussy and jerks into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat. 

He mumbles a “Sorry” before going back to eating you out. 

It doesn’t take long before Nacho cums, coating your tongue with salty, warm fluids. Only shortly after him you climax too. It usually takes longer, but his skilled tongue and eager mouth makes it hard to hold back. You almost scream his name as he rapidly flickers his tongue against your clit and stretches you with his thick fingers. You cover his face with your juices when done. 

“Fuck… You’re amazing” He pants, his lips red and swollen as he sucks in a desperate breath and tastes the juices covering his chin.

“I’m not done with you yet.” You say firmly, surprising the both of you with the authority and determination in your voice. He nods eagerly. Your legs shake and the inner thighs coated in your own wetness as you once again straddle him. This time he doesn’t fight back. Your boyfriend is in pure bliss right now, staring at you in admiration, as if you were a goddess for him to worship. 

After jerking him hard and rolling the condom in place, you grab the base of his dick, guiding yourself down on it, the thickness stretching you out. Moaning in union, Nacho grabs onto your hips in desperation. You slap his hand away and start moving, once again moaning in union, the pleasure and heat rising in the bedroom. You grab his wrists and pin his arms above the headboard. He cusses in Spanish as you completely take control, leaving him no choice but to lay still and let you use him however you want. The idea frustrates yet turns him on. You move quicker and harder and Nacho bites his lip to muffle a moan. Your grip on his wrists tightens.

“Moan for me”“N-no.” He seems ashamed over his stutters. You suddenly stop moving and Nacho's eyes widen. He shakes his head. “Mi reina… Don’t fucking stop now”

“Will you be a good boy?”

“Yes…” A whimper leaves his lips and he swallows hard, sweat dripping down his forehead. His cock twitches inside of you and he tries to keep some composure. 

“I’ll be a good boy, I’ll be a good boy…” He breathes hoarsely.  

Those whimpers are enough to give him what he wants. 

You move roughly, causing the both of you discomfort and pleasure at the same time. Nacho’s in pure heaven and moans your name and squirms underneath you. At this point he doesn’t care about how he sounds or what he does. He wants to be pathetic for you, he wants to be completely submissive to you and have you use his dick for your own pleasure. 

He whimpers every time you tease him by slowing down right before his climax, keeping him on edge. You keep him from cumming until he’s shaking from frustration.

“Mi reina… P-please…”

You leave more hickeys on his sensitive, bruised throat and he can only lift his head to give you better access to his sweet spots. He’s desperate for any type of contact, especially more of those lovemarks you’ve left on his throat, shoulders, chest and thighs. 

He’s totally submissive for you right now, and would never dare admit just how much he loves it. 

“How long have I tortured you for, pretty boy?”

“For too long… Please, amor…” 

His arms have been free from your grip for a long time ago, but they’ve fallen limp to his sides, too weak and lost in pleasure to remember touching you, up until now. As you continue riding his cock, he rubs his thumb over your clit lazily in an attempt to convince you to end the teasing right now. You too are on edge, but you’re having too fun teasing him. Your walls clench around him as you get closer to an orgasm.

“You can cum, Ignacio” You murmur and lean in to hug him, deepening the penetration. “Cum for me, good boy.”

He is eager to obey. With his fingers digging into your back, he moans and whimpers loudly as he cums, finally letting go of the built-up tension. He releases a thick load into the condom and shivers from pleasure. You’re not far behind with your own orgasm that wettens the sheets underneath your intertwined bodies. 

Afterwards, you keep holding each other, coming down from the high together. He goes soft inside of you and pulls out as you collapse on bed next to Nacho. Your body feels like jelly when you relax next to your beautiful but exhausted boyfriend. He turns to his side and strokes your cheeks lovingly, his brown eyes capturing and memorizing your beauty. He looks at you so softly it almost makes you blush. He smiles at you.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?”

“I know.” You tease.

“Good. Because you fuckin’ are.” 

He pulls you close and places a kiss on your warm, sweaty forehead. 

“Remember what you were so tense about earlier?”

“Nah. You fucked me good.” He says with a grin.

“And I’d do it again”

He nods, keen to the idea of being slutted out by you again. It feels like all his anxieties and stress is gone, if only momentarily, from letting you ride him and leave marks on his skin. 

“Come here.” Nacho murmurs. Your boyfriend pulls you close, hugging you against his muscular chest as he sighs contentedly, feeling good for the first time in a while. 

Relaxed and satisfied, it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep with his strong arms wrapped around you. 

That night, he doesn’t wake up in distress, nor does he have nightmares. His body feels sore yet relaxed, and his dreams are filled with you, and your healing touch.

I NEED THIS MFING MAN IN MY LIFE- 😩💕 If you liked this story, feel free to repost, like or comment! Would mean a lot <3

[fancybendyboi]

Edit: I SPELLED YOUR WRONG- DAMN IT-

ooc:: I've come to terms that this is a post whatever the hell I want kinda blog now // just bendy stuff tho since it has me by the throat

//throws up hands//

While testing the waters of drawing Bendy again, Nathan became my... test subject for height difference-

rip bb boi lol