#but i have a feeling he's gonna drive me insane

[tzihomara]

cw: breeding, choking, overstim

satoru gojo who . . . loves to have you ontop of him. not so you can do all the work, no. quite the opposite. 

two thick and and warm hands occupying your body,  lenghty and skilled fingers curled around your throat whilst his other hand delicately traced n’ swirled his initials into your aching clit. you didn’t know what you wanted to do, grind your slicked cunt onto his fingers or slink down onto the 8 inches your greedy pussy was already creaming on whinily. eitherway, satoru had it so you couldn’t escape. suffocated, ‘ trapped ‘ in the overstimulation he provided to you. and that’s how he wanted it. 

he kept you trapped against his broad and fit body, your smaller frame daintily arched whilst he fucked his cock into you. fingers squeezing deliciously around your neck. you couldn’t think about anything other than how you could feel him in your stomach. and he could tell. hell, he’s almost as gone as you. watching his length hitting deep enough to create a plush bulge in your tummy was something he didn’t know he needed to see until now. airy, shakey moans hitting the back of your ear with an occasional teasing strip being licked that made you shiver. breathlessly giggling in your ear when he feels you almost impossibly tighten up and twitch around him. almost painfully so, though, it only adds to his stimulation. whiny masochistic giggles slipping out more n’ more.  

“aheh..f-fuck..” he groans, his hips stuttering for a second before his pace picks up. deeper this time. trying to sink all of him into you at once, and god was it a tight fit. his hand moving from your clit to your pelvis to fuck up deeper into you had you breathless. a mewl ripping from your throat, it was like you could feel him there, too.  “ss-satoruu ‘s too much, - too muchh..” you whine, and you barely get that out. through gasps or sniffles, you can’t tell. it’s too fucking good and he’s too fucking deep. blinded by your mostly shut eyes in overstimulation, the sliver of your sight brimming with tears and pleasure. “yea ? too much f’ya baby?” he encourages. coo’s, even. knowing he won’t slow down, too in love with overstimmulating your slutty cunt till you’re nothing but a twitchy mess. and you knew it too. “cmonngh, y’can take it for me-oh-.. fuck- r-right pretty baby?” he practically whined in your ear, lengthy need twitching inside, nudging and hitting what feels like your cervix. you weakly moaned a pretty “yeah, toru’-“

and you could feel him twitching inside you, defined hips sloppyily bucking up into you whilst he began messily pressing kisses to the back of your ear, moaning lewdly and unabashedly, knowing how much you loved it. fucked out smiled pressed to the back of your neck. whilst he gives your puffy cunt a little slap punishingly, grabbing your attention in your fucked out state, making you throb against his hand. your slick lingering on his fingers as he fucking whines hard into you ear. “so fuckin’ wet f’me , huh?” he speaks, voiced wracked with trembles. “y’know, starting to think y’like me stretching you out, baby…” he mocked, eyes trying to avoid rolling back into his head, he dosent want to miss any view you give him, but it was getting hard. “but wha did i tell’you? keep your attention on me, ‘pretty ..” he purred against you. 

he didn’t know how he was gonna continue his punishment without driving himself insane inside your tight cunt.

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[pinkolve]

Better-A Spencer Reid Fanfiction

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Summary: Penelope drags you to a bar to meet one Spencer Reid, insisting he's 'just your type.' (She was right.)

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff!!!!

CW: Reader acts a little overstimulated and socially anxious, reader wears glasses, very awkward!reader (to match spencer's freak), early seasons spencer reid because he's my baby, reader is very insecure, reader has an inner monologue, ooey gooey mushy cheesy fluff

Word Count: 1,065

A/N: Hello again!! I'm kind of proud of this one, I think it's pretty cute. I'm thinking of making a part two where you guys go on a nice little date, lemme know if you'd read it!!!

“These heels are fucking stupid.” I groan to Penny.

“At least they look super hot.” Penny shrugged, trying to make me feel better.

“Yeah, not on me.” I groan again, stumbling a little.

“Oh don’t give me that.” I nod right away, waving off her comment.

“Right right, sorry.” Penny had told me I need to stop being so negative about myself. Clearly, I wasn’t doing very well.

“I’m so used to flats, how does any woman manage this?! Jesus Christ!” Penny just laughed.

“We’re almost there, sugar, just take it easy.” We rounded a corner and the bar came into view. We walked up the sidewalk towards the door.

“Remind me why I let you convince me into doing this?” She offered me a hand when my ankle bent a little.

“Hot nerd, remember?”

“Right, right. Spencer’s his name?” I ask.

“Yup! You’re gonna love him, everyone does.” She opens the door and we walk in, the loud music reaching my ears within seconds. I can somehow smell every single person’s drink at once. The music is already starting to get on my nerves. This guy better be as hot as Penny insists he is.

“Please tell me he’s here already. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand the smell in this place.” My face sours.

“Yeah, yeah! He said he’s somewhere at the bar with Derek!” She looked at me with sympathy. “I promise everything will be alright, I’ll drive you home whenever you’re ready to go.” She smiles and grabs my hand gently.

“Thanks, Pen.” I smile back and let her lead me to the bar. I look down as a bit of hair gets stuck in my lip gloss. I sputter, trying to pull it away. Right when I look up I’m face to face with the infamous Spencer Reid. I notice Penny’s hand is no longer holding my own but I can’t look away from his gaze to find her.

“Hey.” His cheeks are dusted pink, and he offers me an awkward smile. All the words I could possibly say back get caught in my throat. My face is impossibly hot and I can feel every single part of my body practically light on fire. Penny was right…He is insanely hot. I push my glasses up on my face and shake my head.

“Hi, sorry!” I giggle nervously, already embarrassed with myself. “I’m Y/N.”

“Spencer.” He replies. His voice is soft and quiet, like he’s telling me a secret.

“So, Derek and I are gonna go get our groove on!” Penny’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I look over at her as does Spencer. “You two lovebirds have fun!” She squeals before dragging Derek off to the dance floor. I stare at them as they walk off, feeling almost betrayed that she would leave me to fend for myself like this.

“Did she drag you here too?” Spencer’s voice pulls me back in. I look over and his eyes are already locked on my own.

“Yeah, she did.” I laugh. “I mean, I can’t say she had to force me. I was looking forward to meeting you. She did have to force me to put on these devil heels though.” I scowl down at my feet. Spencer lets out a breathy chuckle. I look back up at him with a wide smile.

“She did have to force me. I’m not really good with social interactions. But I’m glad I caved and came anyway.” He looked down at his hands, smiling.

“She talked you up a lot, she really wanted me to come tonight.”

“She talked you up too.” He nodded to himself.

“Oh god, what’d she say about me?” I cringe, remembering all the horrible things she knows about me.

“She said you were sweet, and funny. She also may or may not have used the term, ‘smoking hot,’ when referring to you as well.” Spencer huffed out a short laugh, still staring at his hands.

“Oh geez.” I rub a hand over my forehead. “She always makes me sound way better than I actually am.” Spencer finally looks at me again, his smile suddenly gone.

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows furrowed. I worry I upset him somehow.

“Well-” I take a big gulp. “I just mean that she always says I’m ‘super hot’ and makes me sound like some kind of super model, but I’m very far from it.” My reply is met with silence. Great, you already scared him off with your self-deprecation. Can you be normal for even a second?!

“Honestly, how she described you wasn’t correct at all.” Spencer pauses. And this is the part where he admits that he thought I’d be much hotter than I am. “She said you were ‘smoking hot,’ but I’d say you’re much more…’a goddess who walks the earth.’” He thinks for a second before laughing. “God, that was so cheesy wasn’t it?” He brings a hand up to cover his face. I’m beyond stunned. I can’t even bring myself to move a muscle. I can’t even make my fingers so much as twitch. Spencer’s smile fades and his face is still covered by his hand. I start to realize he probably thinks he’s ruined this, just as I did a couple seconds ago.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said something that kind about me.” Spencer moves his hand and meets my gaze. His face is just as red as mine feels. “Guys always tell me I’m hot or…Something along those lines. But no one has ever said something so…” I pause. “I don’t even have a word for it. I feel like I’m about to burst into tears like a fuckin’ idiot. That was the sweetest thing I have ever heard.” My eyes are watery as I stare up at him. He’s so different. Spencer’s smile returns and his eyes practically fucking sparkle.

“I’m surprised no one’s ever said something like that to you before. Were all the people you met blind perhaps?” I burst out in a fit of giggles. Spencer watches me laugh with the most dopey smile on his face.

“Apparently they might have been.” I laugh. I take a deep breath. “You know…How Penny described you wasn’t quite correct either.” His face falters.

“Am I better or worse than she described?”

“Better.” I respond without missing a beat. “So much better.” I sigh dreamily.

[vershautece]

lu makes sweet love to u after a long stressful day <3

💘turns into breeding hehe + there’s aftercare at the end!!

you’re sat in bed, watching netflix to distract yourself from how horrible your day was. you’d been going through copious amounts of stress recently; your job was driving you insane and every day you couldn’t wait to lay in bed and try to wind down. luigi had been out for most of the day, and now at around 7pm you heard him unlock the door and enter the house. you immediately breathe a sigh of relief, all day you’d been looking forward to cuddling with your man, resting on his chest while you rant to him about your day. a few moments later he’s making his way upstairs and into your room; the second you see him walk through your door your face lights up a little, and so does his.

‘hey beautiful - you okay?’ he flashes his gorgeous smile at you - he’s wearing his fav adidas hoodie and denim jeans, so simple but it’s one of your favorite looks on him because he looks so warm and comfy. ‘didn’t have the best day, lu, i feel like i’m just stressed 24/7’ you sigh, offering him a weak smile. he gives you a slight pout, before coming over to the bed. ‘yeah? you glad i’m home now? you can tell me all about it, baby’ he says as he gets into bed with you, pulling you into his chest, an arm around your shoulder. you hum in content against his chest, looking up into his eyes as you put both hands on his face and caress his cheeks. ‘thank you, my love’ you whisper, pressing a few soft kisses to his collarbone. ‘i just wanna lay with you, don’t wanna talk right now’

‘that’s okay, amore - tell me about it whenever you want’ he whispers into your hair. ‘what are you watching?’

‘i don’t even know, i’m not paying attention - i missed you’ you pause the TV and move your leg over his torso, wrapping your arms around his neck as you begin pressing soft kisses from his neck to his chest. he laughs softly: ‘yeah? i can tell. you need me, baby?’ ‘mhm’ you respond as you press another open mouthed kiss on his skin, and he moans lowly at the feeling. ‘what do you want, beautiful? i missed you too’

‘make love to me - please’ you speak softly into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. you’re starting to rock yourself on his crotch, and you can feel your panties getting wet from your movements and how much you need him. he smiles, looking down at you with love and amusement at how needy you are for him. ‘you don’t have to ask me twice, beautiful. c’mere - i love you’ he brings your face up to his by your chin, kissing you softly, but you’re growing increasingly desperate for him so you waste no time in slipping your tongue into his mouth. your hands instinctively move upwards from his neck to pull on his curls, and his groan into your mouth makes you even wetter. his hands are moving down to your hips, caressing them, then moving lower to your ass as you continue to make out. you pull away, breathless: ‘lu, i need you so bad, i’ve been thinking about you all day’ you desperately kiss and bite his neck, his hands gripping your ass through your shorts. he chuckles, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as he shifts so you’re both face to face, your leg over his thigh. ‘slow down, dolcezza, patience. gonna make love to you, okay? i’ll take away all that stress’ he gazes at you, before lowering his face into your neck and starting to leave hickeys. your hands are tight in his curls, gasping softly, his hands smoothing over your waist and hips as he leaves dark marks on your skin. ‘mmm, lu - need you on top of me’ you whine, one hand in his hair now and the other moving up and down his neck and back desperately, as a show for how needy you are. ‘patience, yeah?’ he murmurs against your neck, before pulling away and gazing at you with dilated pupils. ‘we’re gonna take it slow, baby, mhm? i need to calm your nervous system’ he kisses your nose and each cheek, arms caressing your waist softly, and you melt into his touch.

‘luigi, when you’re inside me i think my nervous system is gonna be anything but calm’ you giggle slightly deliriously as you start to dry hump. he flashes his pretty smile at you, kneading your ass in his big hands. ‘you know what i mean. that’s why i’m going slow, bellissima. i’m not pounding you into the mattress just yet’ he laughs, kissing your cheek. you laugh with him, smiling so wide as he presses more soft kisses all over your face.

‘mm, i love you, gorgeous’ you say to him as you both gaze into each other’s eyes. his dimples show slightly as he gives you a soft smile. ‘you know how much i love you, bella ragazza.’ you reach a hand up to caress his face, gripping his curls tighter with your other hand as you kiss passionately. and it might be the most passionate kiss you’ve shared, tongues meeting the second your lips touch, luigi biting on your bottom lip to make you moan into his mouth. this kiss resumes your make out, while he slowly removes your shorts for you. he breaks the kiss for a moment to admire your pretty underwear, baby pink adorned with a bow. he smirks just slightly at the wet patch, running his index and middle finger over the fabric without warning. your breath hitches and you press on his chest, shifting even closer to his body, your leg now completely slung over him to get some friction. ‘pretty’ he mutters, to himself more than anything, before giving your clit a light smack through the fabric that makes you dizzy. you giggle, moaning in content, before luigi captures your lips with his again. as your tongues deepen the kiss, he slips his two fingers into your panties and brushes them through your folds to drag the wetness up to your clit. then he’s rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves, as you grip his shoulder and let him swallow your needy whines while you make out. he stimulates your clit for a couple minutes; your man knows how important foreplay is for a woman, and his intention to go extra slow tonight makes it even more so. you unzip his hoodie and drag it off him, whining as he takes his fingers out of your panties while you undress his upper half, and breaking the kiss just for a moment to pull his shirt over his head too. his cock is straining in his boxers beneath his jeans, and as he slips his fingers back into your panties to continue rubbing your clit you realise how uncomfortable he must be, so without looking and still captured in his kisses, you unbuckle his belt for him and pull down his jeans. his hard cock is straining against the material of his boxers, a wet spot of precum obvious on the grey fabric. you pull away and give him a teasing smile like he’d given you, dragging your hand down to palm him through the fabric and smooth over the wet patch. he throws his head back in pleasure, biting his lip, and slips his middle finger into your entrance. he sets a steady pace, curling his finger upwards to hit your g spot and you’re moaning into his mouth again, writhing on the sheets as you absentmindedly palm his clothed cock. ‘take me out, beautiful’ he whispers, and you don’t hesitate to pull his leaking cock out of his boxers and grip it in your small hand. you pull the fabric down his legs, throwing it to the side somewhere, and slowly start grinding yourself onto his member, your leg over his crotch, as he continues pleasuring you. his lips are on your neck now, biting and sucking, and he pulls your panties down your legs ever so slowly, leaning over slightly to shove them under his pillow. he slips a second finger into your entrance, and the pace of the upward motion in your walls is heavenly. ‘mm, lu, want you inside me’ you moan, and nearly squeal when he sucks on that sweet spot in the crook of your neck and slows the pace of his fingers to create the perfect stimulation where he misses a beat between thrusts, hitting that spot just right. you’re palming his cock for him, rubbing up and down the shaft, but it’s more absentminded and lazy than you’d like, because you can never concentrate when his fingers are working so deep inside you.

‘you want my cock, yeah? you ready?’ he murmurs into your neck, pressing kisses in between your boobs. ‘mhm, need you so bad, lu’ you moan, and he takes his fingers out of you, drawing out another needy whine from your throat. ‘let’s take this off, hm?’ he whispers, pulling your tank top over your head to leave you naked beside him. his eyes rake over your body, pupils dilated as he takes in how beautiful you look. your hair is so messy now, but it falls on your shoulders perfectly, your lips are puffy, your nipples aroused. he bites his lip as he looks at you, caressing your torso with one hand and reaching his other to your face to rub the pad of his thumb on your cheek. ‘you’re so beautiful. you know that?’ ‘mhm, you tell me every day, lu’

he smiles so softly at you, and the way his sweet eyes shimmer and his dimples widen melts your heart as it does every single time he looks at you that way. ‘you ready for me?’ he raises his brows, stroking his cock as he shifts to hover over you. ‘yeah, want you to make love to me, lu.’ he bites his lip, looking down as he starts to move his cock through your soaking folds. you both moan at the feeling, and you grip his forearm to brace yourself for when he pushes in. ‘just the tip at first, okay, my love?’ he whispers as he slides himself in so slowly, pausing at the tip. you moan loudly as he stretches you out, and he kisses your forehead. ‘good girl, i know it’s a tough stretch, i know, c’mon, i got you baby girl’ he coos at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then pressing soft kisses all over your face as he pushes in further. your moans become even louder, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your arms coming up around his neck to grip his curls. ‘luigi - fuck, you’re so big, deeper please’

he smirks a little: ‘i’m so big but you want me to go deeper? you like when my cock hits your cervix, huh? gonna give it to you so deep, baby.’ and then he bottoms out, and you both moan as loud as each other, your back arching at the familiar feeling. ‘so tight, bambina’ he groans, and leans down so he’s directly on top of you, your foreheads almost touching. the eye contact makes your heart flutter, even more so when he moves his left hand to your cheek and his right hand to the back of your head between you and the pillow, cradling you as he starts his thrusts so slowly. ‘yes, baby’ you moan, clutching at his curls as you gaze at each other, but you’re struggling to keep your eyes open already. ‘gonna keep this pace, okay? wanna make love to you so slow, my beautiful girl. ti amo, tesoro’ he kisses your forehead again, rocking his hips against yours in the most passionate embrace of your bodies. his cock is hitting your insides perfectly, the slow pace isn’t irritating or frustrating, it’s the opposite: you feel impossibly close to him and he’s looking after you with so much precision, every thrust hitting your cervix perfectly. ‘you feelin good?’ he whispers, forehead pressing against yours, hand still cradling the back of your head. ‘yeahh, you’re perfect baby, i love you so much, lu’ you sigh in pleasure, closing your legs somehow even tighter around his waist. he moves his face so it’s buried in your neck, now chest to chest with you, your bodies impossibly close, and he speeds up the pace. ‘cazzo, bella ragazza’ he groans into your neck. you feel like an angel in white sheets as he quickens his thrusts, the dim lighting in the room from the candles you lit earlier adding to the atmosphere and increasing the intimacy.

your hands keep moving from a tight grip on his curls to scratching his upper back and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him as close as possible. you’re never sure what to do with your hands because you want to somehow feel all of him at once, which is of course irritatingly impossible. he’s pressing soft kisses to the side of your face, your shoulder, neck and collarbone, never letting go of your head in his hands. ‘yeah, baby? moaning so pretty for me, you feel perfect on my cock, y’know i love you more than anything’ he pulls back to look at into your eyes, pace never faltering. you’re gazing up at him with his favorite doe eyed look, mouth agape with constant whines and moans. ‘beautiful girl’ he whispers, kissing you passionately, before leaning his head back down to your shoulder. ‘oh, luigi, i’m so in love with you, you feel so fucking good, so deep, mmm’

‘yeah, bambina? i know, i know, you take me so well, la mia ragazza’ he moans into your ear. ‘you still feel stressed?’ he asks, pressing kisses to the side of your face and in your hair. ‘no, not anymore - i can’t think about anything else but your - fuck - your cock, god baby you’re hitting my cervix’ you respond through gasps and moans. ‘oh i know i am, i knew that’s what you needed - c’mere, dolcezza’ he leans back, kissing you softly before lying on his side and turning you so you’re face to face with him, his cock stilling inside you for a moment. ‘get as close to me as you can, i wanna feel every inch of you, my beautiful girl.’ ‘mhm’ you make a soft noise in response and hook your leg over his torso, wrapping your arms tight around his neck and shuffling as close to him as possible. he waits until you’re comfortable in this position before moving again. ‘you okay?’ he kisses your forehead, and you nod eagerly, so he resumes his thrusts, now quick and deep. your lips crash onto his, both of you moaning into each other’s mouth as he fucks you so passionately, gripping and kneading your ass. ‘my baby girl, you’re so beautiful f’me, always’

‘lu, you’re so fucking deep i can’t - oh baby’ you’re a moaning mess on his cock, and he smacks your ass, leaving one hand gripping it while his other hand caresses up and down your torso and your thigh that’s hooked over his own. ‘that’s it, bellissima, take me so deep, yes my good girl’ he never takes his eyes off of you, and whenever your hair falls over your eyes a little he gently brushes it out of your face. his hand is on your cheek again, caressing your skin with his thumb so gently, an insane contrast to his passionate thrusts and rough grip on your ass with his other hand. your mouth is open the whole time because of your gasps and moans, and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to slip his thumb between your lips. you suck on it eagerly, looking at him with those same doe eyes again, and he groans at the sight and the feeling of your warm mouth on his thumb. ‘that’s my good girl’

you take his thumb out of your mouth to speak: ‘luigi, god, i love when you fuck me just like this, your cock always makes me feel better’ you moan breathlessly, kissing him rough. ‘yeah, does it, my baby? takin’ it so well, you always do’ he lands another light smack to your ass. ‘you like when i make love to you like this? so close our chests touch, so i can feel your pretty tits bouncing against me, yeah beautiful? nothing’s better than this.’ ‘yeah fuck lu, this is all i need, oh baby’

you grip his hair even tighter when he starts to slow his thrusts, switching to a steady, teasing pace where his cock hits your cervix, stills for a moment, and repeat. your hips rock to meet this new pace, back arching in pleasure. ‘oh that’s it, mmm god’ you nearly squeal, especially when you look into his dilated pupils as he bites his lip and starts kneading one of your boobs, thumb tweaking your sensitive nipple. ‘luigi, i want a baby’ you suddenly moan out, and you’re so serious but to hear the words come out of your own mouth shocks you. of course it shocks luigi too, and he pauses for a moment. ‘huh?’ he furrows his brows, a slight smirk playing on his lips. ‘yeah cum inside me, i want you to get me pregnant - mm please’ you realize this is genuinely what you want, and maybe you’re just dumb on his cock, but you’re ovulating and you need him to fill you up to your cervix. ‘that what you want, yeah?’ his pace is incredibly slow and teasing now. ‘bellissima, you want my baby? want all my cum, huh?’ he’s watching you intently, making sure this is genuinely what you want. ‘mhm, i love you more than anything lu, i’m ready to have a baby with you.’

you swear he’s never looked at you so in love before, his eyes shimmering in the dim light, dimples slightly visible on his cheeks as he starts to smile. he looks so beautiful, and you know you want to spend the rest of your life with him - as he gazes at you he’s thinking the exact same of you, and that eye contact with his gentle thrusts is your favorite thing in the world. you could spend forever with him like this, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. ‘i’ll give you a baby, dolcezza, make you the prettiest mama, c’mere’ he smiles wide, pulling out of you to your frustration, and moving to get on his knees. ‘wanna fuck you from behind so i can cum in you from this angle, okay? just lay down on your stomach, my love’ he kisses your shoulder and waits for you to get comfortable, your cheek resting on the pillow, then he slips his cock into you again slowly, leaning forward to press his entire body weight on your back. ‘this okay, baby?’ he asks softly, kissing your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips. ‘mhm, please move lu, i need you so deep, need to cum’ your speech is kind of muffled against the pillow in this position, and he gently brushes your hair to one side to see the visible side of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. ‘non preoccuparti, amore - i’ll get you to cum’ he whispers in your ear, right before starting his slow thrusts again. his lips attack your neck, leaving even more hickeys and you know you’re going to have to spend hours on makeup tomorrow morning. ‘you want it faster, baby? tell me’

‘mmm, yes fuck me faster luigi, oh baby’ you moan, arms splayed out across the mattress. the second those words leave your lips he’s pounding into you, his right hand leaving your waist to reach for your hand, gripping it tightly. he’s so close you can feel his warm breath on your ear, and it’s the little things like that and his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your knuckles that’s getting you so much closer to the edge. he’s saying the filthiest words in your ear now, desperate to get you both to your release. ‘that’s it my gorgeous girl, la mia bella ragazza, i’m gonna make you a beautiful mama, hm, gonna fuck my cum so deep into your pussy.’ you can’t find the words to respond, only moans and profanities spilling from your lips. ‘you’re gonna be so beautiful when you’re pregnant, can’t wait to see your tits swell - fuck - see you get curvy in all the right places, i’ll make love to you every day, baby, whenever you want’

and when he’s not whispering in your ear he’s kissing down your neck, until you can’t take it anymore and grip his hand so tight you wish you had the energy to apologize. ‘lu, i’m gonna cum, i can’t - fuck, ‘s too much’ ‘yeah? you cumming for me? do it now on my cock, pretty baby, i’m close too.’ and you can tell, from the way he’s grunting louder into your ear, but the pace of his thrusts doesn’t falter once, if anything he’s pounding into you even faster. ‘yeah, lu, i’m so close’ you whine so loud, craning your neck to look at him. the fucked out look on your face drives him crazy, and without warning he lets go of your hand and flips you over into missionary, never stopping his thrusts. you make a noise close to a scream, and then you’re a whining mess as he moves forward to lay on top of you, your boobs at his chest. your legs lock tight around his waist, right hand gripping his again, and his left hand holds the back of your head. ‘you gonna cum now, baby?’ he asks you, eyes so dark, pupils dilated as he refuses to glance away from your own. ‘mmm, yes luigi i’m gonna cum’ you moan into his ear, and that sound is what finally does it for him, both of you getting your release at the same time. he groans loudly, slowing his thrusts as he makes sure your body takes every last drop of his cum. ‘take all my cum pretty girl, can’t wait for you to have my baby’ ‘oh lu, you’re perfect, i love you’ you gasp, coming down from your high, and he collapses onto your chest, resting on your boobs.

you both sit in silence for a minute to catch your breath, and when he starts peppering kisses in between your breasts you start to giggle. you ruffle his hair, and he looks up at you, completely in love. ‘i don’t know what to do when you look at me like that’ you blush, smiling down at him. he smiles back, kissing you softly. ‘i want you to know how beautiful you are. i’m gonna make you my wife one day, i promise.’ you blush even more, and whisper back, while playing with his curls. ‘luigi, you’re the love of my life. i can’t believe i might be pregnant.’

he smiles wide, laying his head in the crook of your neck, and you can feel his dimples against your skin. ‘i was very surprised to hear you ask me for a baby, y’know’ he laughs. ‘like we make jokes and say things in the heat of the moment, whatever, but you were so serious and i had to make sure that’s what you really wanted because you know i’ll cum inside with no hesitation.’ you giggle into his hair: ‘mhm, you don’t take much persuading. but how can you make love to me like that and get surprised when i ask you to put a baby in me?’ he laughs against your neck, and then you’re both silent for a few moments while you play with his curls. ‘you’re gonna be such a good father, luigi. i’m so lucky,’ you whisper, and he presses a kiss to your neck. his response is muffled against your skin; ‘you were made to be a mom, amore mio. i can’t wait to make you my wife.’ ‘hmm, why don’t you propose then?’ you tease, knowing he’d never do it out of nowhere like that - when luigi does anything for you it has to be thoroughly and meticulously planned out. ‘you have to be joking, you know i have to make it perfect, and i don’t even have a ring.’ his response is as you expected, and you laugh at him. ‘baby, stop taking everything so seriously, i was joking.’

he lifts his head from your neck and looks up at you, raising his brows. ‘you just asked me to get you pregnant, was i not supposed to take that seriously either?’ you roll your eyes playfully, and kiss his nose; ‘shut up, lu.’ he smirks at you, then leans back, pulling out and smirking wider at the cum that seeps out of you onto the sheets. you look down and laugh, rolling your eyes at his teasing smile. ‘c’mere, baby’ he scoops you up into his arms bridal style, carrying you into your en suite, and he sets you down on the countertop while he cleans you up. he presses a couple of kisses to your inner thighs, and your breath hitches at the feeling.

he goes to turn on the shower, and you get the perfect view of his back profile in front of you. you giggle to yourself at how lucky you are, and he hears, turning back to you. ‘what’s so funny?’ he smiles, coming to stand in between your legs at the counter, hands caressing your hips and thighs. ‘you’re so sexy’ you say, batting your lashes at him. he raises his brows, a teasing smile playing on his face: ‘you wanna go again or something? need more of this phd cause 3 positions wasn’t enough?’ ‘no, baby, i’m too tired, i just wanted to tell you how good you look’ you smile back innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘don’t say anything like that again, you’ll make me hard’ he says with a serious tone, but you can hear him trying not to laugh as he pulls you up off the counter by the back of your thighs into his arms. you squish his cheeks and kiss his nose, earning a playful eye roll from him, and you giggle as he carries you into the shower. when he sets you down on the floor he washes your hair and your body with all your favorite products - he’s experienced enough by now to be able to differentiate between them all, and he’s giving you a mini pamper session while you giggle in his arms and try to concentrate on splaying shower gel on the parts of his body you can reach. when you’re both done, luigi watches in just his boxers as you do your skincare wearing your silk robe, his arms wrapped tight around your waist because he’s desperate for you to finish using all those ‘pointless’ products and get into bed. the second you’re done, he undresses you out of your robe and scoops you up into his arms again like the gentleman he is. he sets you down in bed, covering you with the sheets, before climbing in with you, pulling you close to his chest. his legs tangle with yours, and he’s about to send you to sleep with his forehead kisses when he notices the candles you lit hours ago are still flickering. ‘oh, the candles, hold on’ he goes to move, but you push onto his chest to keep him still. ‘baby leave it, just let them blow out on their own,’ you mutter in annoyance, not wanting to stir from your position on his chest. ‘no, you shouldn’t sleep with candles burning, i’ll be back in literally 10 seconds.’ you roll your eyes when he gets out of bed, but then you’re giggling as you watch him blow out the candles, thinking about how in love you are with this sweet nerd. you wonder if your baby will be the same.

[andy-15-07]

Jealous Flames

pairing: Aaron Taylor Johnson x female!reader

word count: 1193 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Aaron Taylor Johnson Masterlist

warning:smut

Aaron’s apartment was shrouded in shadows as the night grew late, the air thick with tension that had been simmering all evening. You’d returned home after a night out, and despite your reassurances, Aaron’s eyes burned with a jealousy you could no longer ignore. He stood in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed and jaw set, every inch of him vibrating with barely contained anger.

“Who the hell were you talking to?” he demanded, his tone rough, cutting through the silence.

You tried to explain, “It was just friendly banter, Aaron. Nothing happened.”

But his glare was unyielding. “Friendly banter? I saw you laughing, the way you smiled at him. Don’t you dare pretend you didn’t enjoy every second of it.”

Before you could protest further, his frustration and possessiveness exploded. With a sudden movement, Aaron grabbed you roughly by the wrist, yanking you toward him. His heated eyes bore into yours. “You think I’m stupid? That I don’t know what you’re capable of?” His voice, equal parts anger and desire, sent a shiver down your spine. In that charged moment, the sting of his jealousy ignited something dark and irresistible within you.

“You’re jealous,” you whispered, voice trembling yet laced with a provocative defiance. “And it turns me on.”

A bitter laugh escaped him as he pulled you against the cool wall. “Oh, you like it when I get this pissed off, don’t you?” he growled. “You love watching me lose control—knowing that I’d tear you apart if you ever slipped away.”

Your heart pounded in response. “I love it, Aaron. I love it when you call me every name in the book—even when it’s raw and angry.” Your words were a tease, daring him to unleash every ounce of his jealousy and need.

His eyes flashed with a mix of fury and lust. “Then show me how much you want it,” he snarled, his tone low and dangerous as his hands roamed over your body. “Prove that you’re mine—and only mine.”

The air in the room crackled with tension as you met his gaze with burning desire. “I’m yours, damn it. Take me—make me feel every bit of your jealousy.”

Without another word, Aaron’s anger transformed into a fierce, animalistic hunger. He roughly tugged at your top, tearing it away to reveal bare skin, his hands sliding over you with a possessive urgency. “You’re driving me insane,” he hissed, his voice thick with raw emotion as he pushed you toward the couch. “I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else. It makes me want to fuck you so hard, I’m gonna drown you in my need.”

Your breath hitched as you replied, “Then fuck me, Aaron. Show me how much you hate the idea of losing me.”

The transformation was instantaneous. Aaron’s eyes darkened as he pinned you against the back of the couch, his fingers gripping your hips with a mix of rough passion and unmistakable possessiveness. “You’re mine, you hear me?” he spat, his voice a venomous blend of anger and desire. “I’m gonna make you scream so loud, you’ll never forget that no one else can have you.”

His words, raw and unapologetic, sent shivers coursing through your body. “Yes, Aaron,” you moaned, your voice trembling with anticipation, “I need you to own me. Call me your bitch, your dirty little slut—whatever it takes. I want you to tear into me with that jealous fire.”

Aaron’s response was immediate and savage. His lips crashed down on yours in a searing kiss that was both rough and demanding. His tongue wrestled with yours as his hands fumbled with the hem of your skirt, discarding it along with the last remnants of your restraint. “Fuck, you drive me wild,” he growled, his hot breath caressing your ear as he murmured, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you won’t know what hit you.”

As he moved behind you, his touch was relentless. With one hand, he cupped your face roughly as he whispered, “You love it when I’m like this—raw, angry, and completely obsessed with you. Admit it.” His other hand found its way between your legs, stoking your already raging desire.

“Fuck, Aaron…” you panted, arching into his touch, “I’m burning for you. I want you to use that jealous anger on me, make me feel like I’m the only one in your world.”

Aaron’s dirty talk filled the space between your gasps and moans. “That’s it,” he barked, each word laced with a potent cocktail of lust and fury. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna show you exactly what that means. I’m gonna fuck you so fiercely, you’ll beg for every agonizing, beautiful second of it.” His tone hardened as he resumed his rhythm, the pace fierce and unyielding.

Every thrust was a declaration—a bitter promise born from a heart that couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. “You like it when I get rough, don’t you?” he growled as he pounded into you, his eyes never leaving yours. “You love that I’m so damn jealous, so fucking possessive.”

Your voice came out in a ragged whisper, “Yes, Aaron, I need it. I need you to own me, to mark me as yours with every angry, passionate thrust. Make me yours completely.”

As the tension escalated, his words grew louder, each one a raw command. “That’s right, bitch,” he spat, alternating between rough exclamations and tender, desperate pleas. “I’m gonna make you scream—scream for me, for the fact that no one else can have you. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re nothing but mine.”

The room vibrated with the intensity of your hate-fueled passion. Every thrust, every whispered curse and declaration was a testament to the complex fire that burned between you—where jealousy transformed into a heady, unbridled lust. Your bodies moved in a fierce, imperfect rhythm, every motion fueled by the desperate need to reclaim possession, to assert that despite everything, you belonged to him alone.

“Fuck, Aaron!” you cried out, your voice a blend of ecstasy and raw emotion. “I’m all yours—take me harder, make me forget everyone but you!”

With one final, powerful thrust, the storm of jealousy and desire reached its peak. Aaron’s gritted teeth and the guttural edge in his voice marked the culmination of your heated encounter—a moment where all the anger, the hurt, and the burning passion merged into one explosive climax.

As the intensity subsided, leaving behind a trembling silence, Aaron’s rough hands gently cradled your face. His eyes, still smoldering with the afterglow of rage and desire, softened as he whispered, “I hate how much I need you, how much it hurts not knowing if you’re really mine.”

You met his gaze with equal tenderness, the raw vulnerability in your eyes belying the wild passion of the night. “I’m here, Aaron. No matter how fucked up it gets, I’m yours. We’re in this together—even when everything’s raw and ugly.”

In that quiet, charged moment, the embers of jealousy slowly cooled, replaced by a fragile peace—a reminder that even in the midst of hate sex, the undeniable truth of your connection burned brighter than any jealous flame.

[nameless-jamie]

I LOVE RED CARD!!! I'm hoping it can became a mini series inside a series 🥰🥰🥰 Can you write a continuation to the 1st part where Jamie finds put what Rupert said or maybe he overhears something he said about the PA and his recation? Sorry, I know it's not very specific 😅

Drabble - Retaliation (Red Card)

Read RED CARD first to understand!

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, angry Jamie

A/N: Hiii I'm not really sure it has potential to become a mini series but I wrote the situation in which Jamie finds out what Rupert specifically said to Y/N and how he reacts. I hope you like it anyway. Time-wise it happens directly after Red Card.

Flashback to Red Card:

“Nah, nah, I’m just—” He shook his head, grinning. “You got sent off tryin’ to protect me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it a thing.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a thing.” A really sexy thing. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Admit it. You care about me.”

...

She huffed. “Oh, trust me. Next time, I’m throwing a punch.”

Jamie grinned. “Now that, love, I’d pay to see.”

...

Jamie had never been more turned on in his life.

It was bad. Really bad.

He was supposed to be the reckless one, the hothead, the one who got in trouble for letting his emotions get the better of him. But Y/N? His PA? The one who always rolled her eyes at him when he got mouthy on the pitch, who reminded him to “think before he acts” at least once a week?

Yeah. She had just gotten a red card.

And not just any red card. She had squared up to Rupert Mannion, called him a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man before getting ejected from the stadium.

Yup, they cleared it up, they talked it out, she cared about him. Jamie had talked to her in the locker room after the game and now it was time to go home. He was driving his little crazy assistant and they were walking to the parking lot.

“You,” he said, slow and deliberate, “are insane for that today.”

She groaned. “Jamie—”

“In a good way,” he clarified. “In a sexy way.”

She gaped at him. “That is not the point right now.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still processing,” Jamie said. “’Cause last I checked, I’m the one who does the dumb shit. Not you.”

Y/N huffed, dragging a hand through her hair. “It wasn’t dumb. It was warranted.”

Jamie narrowed his eyes. “What did he say anyway?”

She hesitated.

Jamie stepped closer. “What did he say, Y/N?”

Y/N exhaled, looking away. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does.”

She shook her head. “Jamie—”

“Tell me.”

Her jaw clenched. Then, finally, she sighed. "He said: What’s Jamie got you doing these days? Fetching his water? Maybe warming his bed? Then he said something about our relationship being a little inappropriate and some misogynistic comments followed, then I lashed out..."

amie’s vision blurred with rage.

“Jamie—”

He was already turning.

“Jamie.”

Her hands grabbed his arm before he could storm back into the stadium. He whirled back to her, jaw tight.

“I’ll kill him.”

“You won’t.”

Jamie scoffed. “You think I won’t?”

“I know you won’t,” she shot back. “Because if you do, I’ll have to bail you out of jail, and I’ve had enough trouble for one night.”

Jamie clenched his fists. “He doesn’t get to talk about you like that.”

“I know,” she said. “That’s why I handled it.”

Jamie turned, looking down at her. “You shouldn’t have had to hear that,” he said, voice low. “Shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”

Jamie’s eyes flickered over her face, still hard with frustration.

She sighed. “Look, I appreciate the protectiveness, but you starting a fight with Rupert isn’t gonna change anything.”

Jamie tilted his head. “Yeah, but it’d make me feel a whole lot better.”

He exhaled again, calming himself. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

Her gaze softened. “Yeah, I did.”

A beat.

Then Jamie smirked. “So… you called him a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man?"

Her lips twitched. “Among other things.”

“Fuckin’ hell, love.” Jamie let out a low whistle. “I think I might be in love with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. “Shut up.”

Jamie grinned. “Nah, but seriously—next time, at least let me get in a punch first, yeah?”

She sighed. “You’re impossible. Let it go, Jamie.”

Jamie sighed too. "Fuck, I'll try, will you come home with me, maybe watch a movie and chill. I need some company right now..."

"Always."

Jamie didn’t let it go.

Of course, he didn’t.

Y/N knew him well enough to expect it—the moment Jamie Tartt got something stuck in his head, there was no talking him out of it. And apparently, Rupert Mannion being a misogynistic prick about her was something Jamie was more than willing to go to war over.

She caught him that evening, leaning on his kitchen counter, phone in hand, eyes narrowed at the screen.

“Jamie.”

He didn’t look up. “One sec.”

“No, not one sec,” she said, snatching the phone from his grasp before he could react. She glanced at the screen. He’d been typing—no, retyping—a text to someone.

“Who’s this to?” she asked, scrolling up.

“Don’t—” Jamie made a grab for it, but she dodged, stepping out of reach. “Oi! Give it back, you little thief—”

Her eyes scanned the unsent message.

From Jamie Tartt: If I ever hear you talk about her like that again, I swear to fuck—

She scrolled further.

Jamie Tartt: I don’t care how much money you’ve got, you’re still a sad little man

Jamie Tartt: Watch your fucking mouth, old man.

Y/N sighed, locking the screen and shoving the phone into her back pocket. “Jesus, Jamie.”

“What?” He threw his hands up. “Bloke’s a twat. He deserves it.”

“I know that,” she said, exasperated. “But sending him angry texts isn’t gonna do shit except make you look unhinged.”

Jamie scoffed. “Unhinged? I’ll show you unhinged, love. I was about ten seconds away from driving to West Ham’s training ground and dealing with him properly.”

She stared at him. “You mean fighting him?”

Jamie lifted a shoulder. “Not fight fight. Just… you know.” He made a vague punching motion. “Maybe a little slap. He’s old, innit? Wouldn’t take much.”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “You’re impossible.”

Jamie huffed. “I should’ve done something. Back when he said it. Should’ve knocked him on his arse right there.”

She looked up at him then, properly looked. Jamie wasn’t just pissed—he was guilty.

“Jamie,” she said, softer now. “You did do something. You supported me."

“Yeah, but I didn’t even know what he said.” His jaw tensed. “If I had—”

“You’d be serving a five-game, by now.” she finished.

Jamie exhaled sharply. “It weren’t even about football. He was just bein’ a prick, just tryna put you down ‘cause you’re—”

He cut himself off.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m what?”

Jamie swallowed. “Because you’re you.”

Something passed between them. Something unspoken but heavy.

Jamie shifted, glancing away, scuffing his boot against the floor. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is—if he ever talks about you like that again, I will do something about it. Don’t care if I get fined, don’t care if I get benched. Just so we’re clear.”

Y/N bit her lip. “You really would fight him, wouldn’t you?”

Jamie met her gaze. “Yeah.” His voice was quiet. “Yeah, I would. As far as we know you would too, love.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say to that.

So instead, she reached into her pocket, pulled out his phone, and handed it back.

“No more angry texts.”

Jamie sighed, stuffing the phone into his hoodie. “Fine.”

“Good.”

A beat.

Then Jamie smirked. “I’ll just send him a really sarcastic fruit basket instead.”

Y/N groaned. “Jamie.”

“Oi, that’s classy retaliation, that is.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Come on, dumbass. I’ll buy you dinner before you come up with any more terrible ideas.”

Jamie grinned. “You are my favorite, y’know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, shoving him playfully. “You better start behaving, or I might switch teams.”

Jamie’s smirk faltered for a split second.

Then, before she could register it, he was grabbing her wrist, tugging her just slightly closer, his voice dropping.

“Not funny, love.”

Y/N blinked.

Jamie held her gaze, a flicker of something serious in his expression. But before she could say anything, he let go, stepping back with an easy grin.

“Right,” he said, stretching. “What we havin’ for dinner?”

Y/N exhaled, pushing away whatever that moment was. “Anything except fruit baskets.”

Jamie chuckled. “Shame. Would’ve been a great fruit basket.”

As they walked out together, Y/N knew one thing for sure:

Rupert Mannion may have been a smug bastard—

But Jamie Tartt?

He was a dangerous one.

[starzify]

fire — dean winchester

pairing dean winchester x reader

warnings slightly smutty

SPN MASTERLIST

The room was still, save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft flicker of the neon light outside. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you, his gaze dark and unreadable. You could feel the weight of it, a heavy presence that was all-consuming.

You’d been teasing him all night—small glances, brushing against him just a little too much, your voice a little too soft whenever you spoke. But now, standing just in front of him, you realized you’d pushed him to the edge.

“You’re playing with fire,” Dean muttered, his voice low and rough, though there was something like a warning buried in it.

You stepped closer, your breath almost mingling with his. “I like fire,” you whispered.

Dean let out a short, strained laugh, his fingers tapping against his jeans as if he was holding onto his control by a thread. “You’re gonna burn, you know that, right?” His hand slid up your leg, brushing the hem of your skirt, just enough to make your pulse spike.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Then let me burn.”

A low growl rumbled in Dean’s chest, and before you could blink, his hands were at your waist, pulling you onto his lap with a force that stole your breath. His hands roamed, fingers trailing lightly over the skin just below your waistband. His touch was light—teasing—but you knew it was only a matter of time before he lost that control.

“You’re making this hard,” he said, his voice strained, just enough to make the air feel heavier. His fingers brushed the edge of your underwear, lingering just long enough to make you gasp, but never crossing the line.

You smirked, shifting your hips in his lap, just enough to feel the hardness of him beneath you. “I don’t hear you complaining,” you teased, voice barely above a whisper.

Dean’s grip tightened on your hips, pulling you flush against him, and the room felt like it was spinning. “God, you’re gonna drive me insane.” His lips crashed against yours, hot and desperate, and you responded in kind, your hands sliding up into his hair, tugging him closer.

But Dean didn’t let you control the pace for long. His hands slid lower again, finally—finally—touching you in ways that made your pulse race, leaving no room for doubt. You could feel him hard against you, the tension between you so thick it felt like the room might crack.

“I warned you,” he muttered against your lips, his breath coming faster now. “You want this… you’re gonna have to take it.”

And just as he said that, his hands moved beneath you, finding exactly what he needed, touching you in a way that made your body arch into him.

You gasped, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Not now.

Dean’s fingers flexed, the tension breaking as he finally gave in, pulling you closer. The rest of the world faded as you surrendered to the heat, to the desire that had been building all night.

tags: @ultravi0lence14 @dulcescorderitas @beausling @j2archives @titsout4jackles @h8aaz @bluemerakis @misatxox @chevroletdean @pointocean @figthoughts @cowboysandcigarettes @haunteres @soldiersgirl @sunsbaby @whisperingdaze @deansbeer @deanangel @sunsettsam

[thebookworm0001]

after i finish my first run of veilguard i will probably be going back to inquisition so i can shake solas like a ragdoll for all the shit he just Neglected to tell us

[doctorwhommm]

dontcha think it’s kinda cute that i died right inside your arms tonight?

[fobnsfwdoodles]

If they didn't want me to make them into yaoi they could stop being yaoi for five seconds

[captainshyguy]

[pacing] no but actually what did they put in close wars maul to make him so hot like what was that

[finncakes]

Do you feel like Ashton and Orym are avoiding speaking to each other? I've seen a few others mention it and it feels like they have plenty of opportunities to talk but don't

OH YEAH ABSOLUTELY.

i feel like ever since their talk in ep 40 there's been smth off between them versus before. extremely long rambling under the cut i am so sorry these two change my brain chemistry

personally i think on orym's side he doesn't like someone who's able to read him this well. i think it's esp interesting cause ashton in ep 40 said "i know you're not okay." rather than asking if orym was okay, feel like that makes orym uncomfortable. someone not evening giving him a chance to continuing putting on his strong exterior. probably last person able to read past his bullshit was well...will, derrig or his mother.

ashton i think seems afraid of how easily they open up to orym. just like ashton sees through orym's, orym sees through ashton's bullshit. they've almost started to say things to orym & just abruptly cut off (and it's killing me!!! ashton i am shaking you by the shoulders what were you gonna say!!!). they want to be ready to talk to him but they aren't cause once they start i don't think they'll be able to keep everything in. knowing how much this group is players who embody their character nearly 24/7 (i do it too agfgh), i was esp sad seeing ashton after the battle. look like they were holding back fuckin tears man (orym too).

both of them are feeling small and lost and i think once they do talk? it'll be big for them internally because they read eachother so well and are a lot more similar than they originally thought. ESP seeing even slivers of how orym copes with things this awful. seems like ash & him cope more similarly than i would've figured. also makes me worried for those 6 years orym was lost for....girl what happened...

in general i think their talk in ep 40 made all their similairties and abilities to just see straight through eachother more apparent to them both. and that's sorta scary for both of them, hence why they're just avoiding it. easier to ignore it than sit down and talk to someone who you know will see a very vulnerable version of you whether you like it or not.

[ardalys]

saw a tiktok that was like "which one are you bouncing on the hardest" and one of the pictures was Astarion and almost all of the comments were like "only if he consents 🥺🥺" & "I would make him feel safe first 🥺💓"

like pardon me... I feel like that part was.....implied????

[moe-broey]

Man. I do love when the character is Scared and fucking MAD ABOUT IT. Going from crying and cowering to snapping and biting the MOMENT a hand is extended to them. Trying to help them or otherwise just work with them somehow and the entire fucking time they're kicking and screaming and complaining and being disparaging and stuck up and just kind of a brat about it. ASSUME HARMFUL INTENT BY DEFAULT, get THEM before they GET YOU‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ And NEVER trust a helping hand ESPECIALLY when it feeds you.

[wizardnuke]

bf says ive been going thru it and doing really well at that. bursts into tears.

[dropthecop]

actually the only good unhelmeting of a masked character is if they have a smaller identical helmet underneath the first one

[all-lars-bars]

You listen to Prince Ali ONCE and now you're thinking about a mh Jam AU based on the story of Disney's Aladdin.