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Warnings: Oral and Riding, pretty vanilla stuff but Asra calls u his good girl a couple of times in there lol

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Authors Note: I replayed Asras route recently and he babey,, i know everyone paints him as a patient like dom-leaning switch but i see him as a true switch and like is patient but doesnt always want to be? Loves giving to a fault i think.. idk lol. hope u enjoy !! also i wrote mc as a lady

Light spills itself into the curtains of Asras bedroom and splays across your skin in splotches, soft heat lighting across your body as the morning sun rises into the sky. The sheets are wrapped around you lazily, your body tangled between them. Your eyes were fluttering but you still hadn’t quite woken up yet, consciousness kissing your shut eyelids like a wanton lover. You only touched the surface of being awake, your being simply enjoyed basking in the sunlight. You were preciously unaware of much, mostly feeling Asras presence next to you. His hands were wrapped around your waist, his torso pressed to yours closing the space between you like he never wanted to disconnect. You curl up next to him even closer in your dream-like state, and he relaxes as he pulls you into his chest.

Though you can’t see it, you can feel Asras eyes on you, full of something you couldn’t quite described. He always looked at you longingly, thought it was understandable. His eyes always lingered in each part of you, he took you in and admired you so closely you could fall apart under his touch. In the moment he admired your sleeping form with tenderness and a need to appreciate, your curled figure sleepily resting on him, pajamas loosely hanging of your frame exposing soft skin that didn’t see much sunlight. Asra finds himself wanting to mark it so slightly, not to hurt you but to see himself on you. He finds his hands moving lower and lower as you fall in and out of sleep. His fingers drag against your thigh, a soft up and down along them as goosebumps form against your skin. You wake up from the sensation a tad, not bothered at all but delighted to see him first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, my love,” you voice was like heaven to him. He can’t help the smile on his features, as he leans in to kiss you.

“Morning, beautiful,” His eyes fill with so much adoration you can hardly stand to look. It flushes you too, but he doesn’t mind it one bit.

Asra closes in the space between you too kiss again, but it feels a bit more strained now. His lips nip at yours almost impatiently, his hands firmly around your hips and thighs as he does so, you giggle into it, at his sudden change and he pulls away, embarrassed

“Someone’s excited about me waking up, hm?,” you say it nonchalant, kissing the corners of his eyes as he shuts them in embarrassment. You kiss his forehead too for good measure and he smiles, you move your hand to interlock with his as he shifts to get a little closer to you.

“You make my head spin, dear,” Asra says it with a lightness to his tone that doesn’t seem all too honest, you quirk a brow at him and his eyes light up with mischief that you can’t place.

“Asraaaa,” you string out his name in a whine, and he simply bites his lip and smiles at you, though now you’re fully aware of what he’s after. You hit him playfully, though you are more than okay with having him do whatever he’d like.

It’s almost sudden, how he moves from laying aside you, facing you, to having himself hovering over you, eyes looking down at you, his hands near either side of your head.

“It’s so early, I’m so sleepy still and this is what you’re after?,” you say it jokingly, Asra is so adorably well-intentioned it kills you. He smiles at you, playfully guilty and nods, getting onto his elbows and lacing his fingers through your locks as he kisses you. His legs tangle between yours, his knees pressing against your pelvis as the two of you lay in bed and kiss feverishly. It stares as pecks and slowly the duration of each kisses increases and each kiss becomes stretched out, but more aggressive. Each time you pull back, your teeth graze his lower lip more and more, and he indulges in the feeling of the slight pain. He kisses you with a bit more tongue, lips placed perfectly in between each others tongue brushing over your lips every so softly. It’s a varying pace, but it goes on like for a long while. Languid movements and fluid hands that roam across your skin, heated and flushed in its own right from the morning focus on you. You feel warm, already on cloud nine from the sleep in your system, now wth Asra fully encompassing you, you feel like you’re floating.

His hands find their way underneath your blouse, gliding up to your breasts, his thumb brushing across your nipple, which come to peak at the contact. Asra enjoys foreplay more than you’ve known anyone too, enjoying the shiver and gasp that spills from your lips as he does so. He pulls away from your lips, wanting to place hickies along your neck but you find yourself missing him already. You open your eyes to look at him with adoration, your hands finding either side of his face as he looks at you momentarily.

More quickly than you could imagine, he starts at your neck. His tongue is smooth, the sensation of wet lips leaving aerated spots all across your collarbones leaves you in pieces, you can’t help it as his teeth start to graze your neck, biting little marks into your skin and then smoothing his tongue over them as if to assure he’s left them there. You groan at the feeling, you feeling yourself heating from the inside, your hands curled in his white locks tugging at them which causes him to let out his own strings of moans

“You’re so good to me,” you say it honestly but it perks up Asra in ways you weren’t expecting . Suddenly his roaming hands grip your chest, firm as he moves himself further and further to your pelvis, having covered your body in tiny red marks and bruises. It looked pretty to him, but he’s sure you’d have things to say about it as the day passed.

He presses kisses into your stomach, trailing them down to your heat ever so slowly. He pushes your pants down to ankles and slides them off completely, your panties coming off next, leaving you exposed to Asras eyes. He doesn’t mind the view too much, pleased by the sight of arousal along your slit, your thighs spread for him. He wants to please you, but more than that to appreciate you. Grip your thighs and bury his tongue deep enough that he was all you thought about, and in the same regard - have you take a seat on his face and use his mouth to please yourself. Asra finds himself stroking himself to the idea of it, fingers around his length gripping tightly as he watched you squirm for a second too long. You watched Asra with the same intensity, dreaming of taking him down your throat and hearing him groan under his breath.

“Take them off,” your voice is shaky but firm, and Asra does just as you ask. A grin falls onto his features and he does so slowly, admittedly adoring the way your eyes sunk into his skin, he finds himself embarrassed but enjoys putting on a show for you. He goes to lean back down again but you press your thighs together and shake your head .

“Please yourself,” you chew your lips as you ask but you wanna see it. Asra shrugs and makes no issue to comply, though the whole situation is new for him (to please himself in front of you, that is)

His fingers wrap tightly around his cock, he spits into his palm and strokes himself slowly at first. His grip is tight, bucking his hips into his hand, eyes shut, slowly screwing together as the pace increases. You find your throat hitched, any noise of words caught in the web of arousal you got from watching Asra enjoy himself. You felt it were only right to catch a glimpse of his features deep in pleasure, Jesus the things this man did to you.

“As much as I like this, I’d rather get on with the main show,” he speaks honestly. You giggle, spreading your legs for him again and stretching.

“You may proceed,” you say. Suddenly Asras leaned down, spreading your legs apart further and beginning to kiss along them closing into your heat, once again marking up your sides but more focused on kissing them. His fingers pushed into your thighs, gripping them tight as if he were trying not to fall away from you. The feeling of you in his palm, soft and flushed against his cool fingers made Asra feel an ownership over you he couldn’t explain. He adored you, and he loved more than anything to make a mess of you, making you feel both adored and overwhelmed. His breath is warm as it hover over your clit.

He places your legs over his shoulders and buries his tongue along your clit with ease, a long flat lick against, pushing softly against it. He flicks his tongue up this time, enjoying the feeling of it throbbing against his mouth and continues to lick against it. You’re pleased with his motion but grind against him desperately wanting more friction. Asra doesn’t allow you to work for it, he pushes your hips down and picks up his speed, taking his tongue around your clit with more a soft force and softer aggression, just enough pressure that you could feel pleased laying down and taking it. Your throat lets out something low, unexpectedly you find yourself wanting to to buck your hips again but don’t decide too. Your eyes are closed tight but your voice gets practiced in the different syllables of Asras name, you let out praise for his ability to please you which only fuels him further

“You make me feel so good, Asra - fuck, you have n-no idea,” you’re aware of Asras desire to please you and have you to himself, it didn’t hurt to build his ego, especially since you always meant what you said

Asra index fingers run along your slit, and slowly he pushes it into you, waiting for you to adjust before he pushes another one in. Your hips shift naturally, and before you have a chance to say anything, Asra makes effort to pump his fingers inside of you, pressing against your gspot as he curls his digits. Your voice falls apart at the feeling completely, the feeling of Asra mouth and his fingers making you borderline overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Asra, I’m gonna cum,” your voice shakes as you try and speak. Asra doesn’t stop and doesn’t seem to plan too, and you aren’t sure if you can hold out any longer. You tug at his hair and he simply nods, waiting for you to release all over his fingers and into his mouth

Your whole body convulses, your thighs shaky and you fatigued. You can feel yourself clench around Asras fingers as heat tunnels through your body and a knot feels like it’s untying inside of you. You cum hard as Asra keeps on with patience, making you pull him off of you which he isn’t happy to comply with. He gives you a mischievous grin, taking two fingers to his lips and pushing them into his mouth. You watch him with a hazy lust on your features, wanting to reward him so graciously. He seems pleased on his own, but he deserved more, you wanted to give him more.

You’re a little weak but you sit up on and tell Asra to lay down or sit, whichever he’d prefer. He does as he’s told and lays down, head on the pillow eyeing you with such love and delight you could cry, you straddle him and press his length in between your thighs, against your clit so swollen and sensitive. Asra bites his lip and gasps, his lids low and falling. You lean forward, placing your hand on the side of his face and running your thumb along his cheek.

“Watch me, will you?,” your voice is thick with lust, Asra really can’t help but so what you say. He swallows and smiles at you

“I’m sure you won’t disappoint,” his voice is playful, and you adore the way he matched your energy.

You moved your hips up and pushes Asras length to line up to your entrance, feeling the tip of his dick start to stretch you out. You bit your lip, and slowly sank yourself onto him, eyes closed. You peeked at Asras expression and shock covered it from edge to edge. Asra loved to please you but rarely let him return, he loved when you rode him but rarely let it happen more interested in fucking you all on his own. Even if you were on top, he’d hold your hips and pound into, he was just the type who liked to please. You sink yourself all the way to the base of his shaft, and make eye contact with Asra who’s clearly out of it. Your hands are small but you take his wrists and pin them up, leaning down and securing your position with your other hand to Asras side.

“You’ll let your precious girl do this won’t you?,” you ask politely. Asra could die, enjoying your initiative more than he could explain but he wasn’t keen on admitting it.

“I wanna feel you inside of me on my terms,” your voice is so low but Asras whole body is hot to touch, he felt like he was burning. His eyes were fixated on you, as you spread your thighs and took him all the way inside of you. You then began to move your hips, back and forth and back and forth, rocking and grinding him inside of you while moving up as down. You were on your knees and straddling him, your fingers on your swollen clit as you bared yourself to Asra and gave him a show. Your cum dripped down his shaft and he could feel how deep inside of you he was, buried to the hilt feeling your cervix. Asra felt like electricity ran through his brains as he fucked you, wanting to ram you so much so he felt out of breath.

“Jesus you take me so well, Y/N. I’m so lucky I get to fuck you like this, my pretty girl does so good for me,” Asras mouth as unusually reckless but you didn’t mind one bit,

“I’m gonna cum” his voice is stricken in his throat as you move to let Asra fuck your mouth.

On your knees, you pull your hair back and watch Asras hips buck up into your throats and releases in your mouth. You wouldn’t swallow if you didn’t adore Asra as much as you did, you were certain, but you let him ride out his high . Bucking his hips as your tongue slides her his slit and tip. Asras pulls out and you almost immediately go to lay your head on his thigh. You’re sleepy, so so so sleepy.

Asras quick to get you into a cuddling position, making sure he’s facing you so he can pepper your whole face with kisses. You can’t stop giggling really, how he could could kiss you as if the two of you were doing nothing but cuddle the last hour (who knows what the time time was,) made your heart burst. You could help yourself, nuzzling into him as he places sir and chaste pecks on your cheeks and forehead and nose like he’d never see you again. He kisses your lips too, not missing a beat.

“God, Y/N - do you have any idea how much I adore you?,” He says it so earnestly you could cry. This time you kiss him, returning his kisses with ferocity

“I love you so much, Asra. I’m more than happy to make your head spin fore the rest of our lives,” you says smiling. Asra laughs brightly.

“I was planning on marrying you regardless but after this morning it’s surely written in stone,” he says jokingly. You hum in agreement and let his arms wrap around you and his warmth envelop you completely. You smile

“Getting up soon?” You asks. Asras eyes are fallen and sleepy and you smile

“Mm maybe later,” he says softly, pulling up the covers so the two of you can pull back into your dreams, though neither of you can imagine they’re much better than this.

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the-beesdidit-better-blog · 6 years

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Instead of Doing My Homework I Have Opted to Write Four Pages of Notes and Analysis for the 2007 Film Ratatouille. You Are Welcome.

Ratatouille, Released: on June 29, 2007

Directed by: Brad Bird

Notes and Analysis:

Describes the garbage as ‘close to godliness’ as a direct metaphor to the film as a whole

Fan Theory:

The lightning strike at the beginning turned them into gods

Remy fears no god, bitch went into the kitchen

Old lady is a redneck with a gun

The hero’s journey as shown through Remy’s life from the start of the film to the end is a beautiful example of the archetype along with being a metaphor for human life and human nature.

Gusteau is Remy’s god like figure

Gusteau = Christ Figure????

The old lady doesn’t fear death

The rat society we see at the start of the film is remarkably advanced with escape boats and plan, proving both Remy’s dad’s prowess as a leader, and the fact that Remy is an angsty unappreciative little shit

Look up probability of a rat surviving being washed down a storm drain

Results: everyone who studies rats hates them but still uses cute pictures also pretty damn good

Similar to in the Epic of Gilgamesh, Remy latches onto the book as Gilgamesh did to Enkidu, for he has lost his family and friends and refuses to leave the spot he washed up on

Remy is inspired after speaking to Gusteau

Shadow of dog looks like the one in Up

No really go look it does

THE BITCHES NAME IS LINGUINI FUCKING LINGUINI

‘What can I do I’m a figment of your imagination’ Fake angel shoulder Gusteau is a fucking icon

Brain power of a rat look up

The title of an article that I didn’t read was ‘Rats can be Smarter than People’ so I think they’re at least better at geometry than me

How distracted is a chef look up

Due to my laziness results were inconclusive but from first hand observation I’d say very

Can a rat do acrobatics?

LINGUINI HAS A FUCKING GOATEE

BITCH GRABBED A FLAMETHROWER TO KILL A RAT

Linguini watches trash tv

Trash tv used to set the scene

Linguini wanted to put a rat near his dick. Linguini is kinky as fuck.

Everyone thinks Linguini was screaming at the veggies in the fridge

The head chef has a past with vegetables as concluded from his comment ‘one can get too familiar with vegetables’ the head chef is kinky as fuck

The french are kinky as fuck.

Linguini got that BREAD

Colette is a hardcore feminist and I am HERE for it

On the letter it has Linguini's mothers last name as Linguini which means his last name is Linguini which means THIS BITCH HAS A FIRST NAME AND THEY ALL WILLINGLY CALL HIM LINGUINI THAT OR THIS HOES REAL NAME IS FUCKING LINGUINI LINGUINI

The sue chef is not to be fucked with

Everyone in the kitchen should be in jail

Paradise: Remme at the old lady’s house

Paradise lost: Remme losing his family

Paradise: Remme working in the kitchen

Edit: Paradise lost: Linguini is a rich dick

The racks in the kitchen can support the weight of a grown man (the head chef) the fuck are they doing to reinforce those

Fan Theory:

The head chef is a midget which is why he’s so angry

Remy gives into temptation and rejects his morals

Remy’s brother is the real god like figure, an icon, a rat for the people

That musical rat is only plucking on that paper clip yet he still holds it up to his mouth as if that will do something

There’s a rat band which means there are rat musicians which means there are a wide range of professions in the rat world so Remy’s chef dream shouldn’t be as controversial as it is portrayed as being

Remy is deadass a savage

Remy is stirring nothing and Colette doesn’t notice

Colette thinks first that Linguini has an STD and then that he’s crazy

Again: the french are kinky as fuck

Remy is #1 wing man

Tall dark and daddy issues critic guy is named ‘The Grim Eater’ and I’m now able to commit un-oxygen

*spits wine* *looks at label* *swallows the rest* that kids is a prime example of a big mood

The Grim Eater is the blatant symbol of death in name and character design

Colette needs to calm the fuck down with that spoon

From the spoon in question we now know Colette is a thot to be slain

Remy is driving the poor man insane (head chef)

Remy and Linguini are horrible

THE MAN'S NAME IS LINGUINI

lInGuInI

Remy experiences peer pressure

This is hilarious

Emile is a both a Christ figure and the antichrist

Emile is a little shit

Alfredo, as seen in the fucking letter from his mom to the head chef, this fucking cunt’s name, is, cannonly, Alfredo Linguini

I'm done

I’m so done

The chef is a reckless driver

Either the chef is a slow driver or Remme is Ratisn Bolt

No one gave Linguini a better picture for the paper

Linguini is suddenly a millionaire

That one cook is a pyromaniac

he only thing Linguini can do is rollerblade

Remy suddenly wants recognition

Linguini is a jackass

Remme is a jealous hoe

The Grim Eater real name and translation

Maybe I just didn’t dig deep enough because there’s nothing

“If I don't like I don't swallow”

THE GRIM EATER DOESNT SWALLOW AHAHAHHAHAHA

Kill me

The head chef when seeing Linguini yelling at a rat doesn't immediately think he's insane, and without context of it to suspect, on the spot concludes this rat is the chef

Remy is a vindictive asshole and the rats are amazingly well organized

Rat special ops exists fight me in that fact

Remy and Linguini are both horrible

Emile is the antichrist

Emile is literally the cause of most problems

Emile is a little shit

Linguini has anxiety fight me in that too

How many traps did the head chef set and how many other rats did he catch before Remy??

There is underlying racism in the 2007 film Ratatouille. In this three part essay I will prove-

He's not a rat he's not a human

He's a god

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