Bambi ౨ৎ

Currently fixated on : Better Call Saul + Breaking bad ⋆˙⟡ ♡

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Navigating Bambi’s meadow ‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐲, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐢 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ ⊹

Key:

₊˚⊹ = fluff

.ᐟ = smut

𖦹 = blurb

★ = series

➷ = oneshot

♡̷ = angst

House md ₊˚⊹♡

❥ 𝐝𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧..

Unlike me ★₊˚⊹ .ᐟ Sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ Dʀ Wɪʟsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

Domestic Bliss ₊˚⊹ Nᴏɴ⁻ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ Wɪʟsᴏɴ ʙʟᴜʀʙ

Woman of this evening .ᐟ ➷ Hᴏᴏᴋᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

Abapical Amnesia ★₊˚⊹ .ᐟ ♡̷ ~ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇs sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ

Someone to own .ᐟ ➷ Dᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴅᴏᴍ Wɪʟsᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ sᴍᴜᴛ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

❥ 𝐝𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞..

Glass Shards .ᐟ ➷ Cᴏɴꜰᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏss, ɢᴏɴᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

His quick fix .ᐟ ➷ Bᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏss’s ᴘᴀɪɴ ʀᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

S*cking House blurb .ᐟ 𖦹

Mean talk blurb .ᐟ 𖦹

Clinic duty .ᐟ ➷ Vɪsɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪɴɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

House prefers doggy blurb .ᐟ 𖦹

Old man glasses blurb .ᐟ 𖦹

Reaction to being called daddy .ᐟ 𖦹 1 , 2

A Helping Hand .ᐟ ➷ Yᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ɪs ᴏɴ ᴠɪᴀɢʀᴀ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

Abapical Amnesia ★₊˚⊹ .ᐟ ♡̷ ~ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇs sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ

House as a tender lover gn blurb .ᐟ 𖦹

Leading by example .ᐟ ➷ Aғᴛᴇʀ sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ Cʜᴀsᴇ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, Hᴏᴜsᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ Cʜᴀsᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴ ‘ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ’.

❥ 𝐝𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

Summerboy~ Yᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇx⁻sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ⁽F Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ⁾

Leading by example .ᐟ ➷ Aғᴛᴇʀ sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ Cʜᴀsᴇ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, Hᴏᴜsᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ Cʜᴀsᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴ ‘ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ’.

❥ 𝐝𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

Abapical amnesia ★₊˚⊹ .ᐟ ♡̷ ~ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇs sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ

Domestic bliss with Allison ₊˚⊹ ~

❥𝐝𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 ‘𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧’ 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲

In her shadow .ᐟ 𖦹~ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ (ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Better Call Saul ₊˚⊹♡

❥ 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨 ‘𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨’ 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚..

Forbidden Flower ★₊˚⊹ .ᐟ ~ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴘɪʀᴀʟs ᴀs sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟᴏᴠᴇ (ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

The way you could love me .ᐟ ➷ ~ Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Nᴀᴄʜᴏ’s ᴛᴏʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. (ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

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ꨄ︎

[lluvichan]

Ramadan kareem 🌙

[hereliesangelicbambii]

He’s so perfect good lord.

made by m1ss.daytona on TikTok!!

My current Nacho fics:

Forbidden flower ~ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴘɪʀᴀʟs ᴀs sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟᴏᴠᴇ (ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

The way you could love me ~ Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Nᴀᴄʜᴏ’s ᴛᴏʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. (ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

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The way you could love me

~ Nᴀᴄʜᴏ Vᴀʀɢᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ

warnings: ALL SMUT, choking, hitting and alll of that.

You’re his favourite midnight snack, a guilty pleasure he just can’t stay away from even if he tried.

The sheets aren’t dirty yet but they already feel tainted by the impurity of your current meeting with Nacho. He’s unusually stressed, he always is to some degree when he calls you. He sounded aggressive, demanding over the phone, like he wasn’t asking you to come the crappy hotel you now sat in; he would make you either way and frankly, his control over you turned you on. The role of a controversially young fucktoy is simple, attend to your master’s needs when he asks you to and don’t tell a soul. The secrecy of your role didn’t have a clear reason to you, Nacho was a man of few words (well, clean ones anyways) so he had never explained fully. You could only assume, that outside the bedroom he was a man of high standing somewhere, somehow.

His favourite game to play when the two of you were together was to make you sit bare on the bed beneath him, with him staring down at you, not a single touch exchanged from either party. Watching you squirm under the intensity of his gaze was the hottest thing to him, it got him rock hard every time. However, judging from his demeanour, tonight wasn’t a silent tension type of night. He needed you- fast and hard.

As soon as your ass hit the bed, he charged towards you, strained bulge in his pants almost directly against your face.

“Don’t look at me, get it out.”

Rushing to action, you tore down the coarse zipper of his pants, pulling them down his pronounced hip bones, then freeing his cock from his boxers. You had always thought it was the prettiest dick you had ever seen, tanner than the rest of his body, about six and a half inches, uncut with large pronounced veins running from the hilt, nestled in a tidied bed of dark hairs. Before you could take a moment to admire it, he began pushing your mouth open with his large, soft tip, once your mouth had been pried open, he shoved his whole length inside it with no warning. Holding back a gag, in fear of disappointing him, you strained your eyes to look into his, yours filled with a pleading expression, his filled with a dark cloud of lust as he fucked your throat mercilessly.

With both hands now buried deep in your hair, almost painfully, he grunted under his breath “Fucking good bitch,” tears formed in your eyes as your throat began to ache “You like that dick?”

All of a sudden, he pulled the entirety of himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air and wiping away the string of drool that had fallen from your mouth.

“Tell me.” He tightened one of his hands around your hair and used his other hand to grab you by the jaw and force your face close to his.

“Yes- fuck- yes I love it.” you slurred through his tight grip, wondering how you’d explain a hand mark on your face to your friends and family for at least the next week.

Dropping your head so you drooped over yourself, he began to step out of his bottoms, leaving his hard cock to lay against the hem of his shirt. Part way through undoing his bottoms, he pushed your limp body down to the bed by the chest, so you splayed against the sheets, watching Nacho free himself from his shirt, exposing his muscular torso.

Diving onto the bed and crawling towards you like an animal, he pushed your legs apart, revealing the gathering wetness leaking from you. Hungrily, he pushed a hand up from your stomach to your left breast, grasping it beneath his hand, he lowered his head to run his mouth over your nipple, looking up at you with his dark, handsome eyes. Yelping as he bit down on the plush flesh of your breast, you pushed your thighs together, only for him to push them back apart and rise so his leaking tip knocked your clit.

Wrapping a hand around your neck, he spat down at you, “You’re only mine, you hear me, my bitch.”

“Yes..” you whined quietly, too quietly for his taste.

He gave you a small but firm slap across the face that sent electric shocks through your body straight down to your pussy.

“Yes I’m yours, only yours, please, fuck me.” you moaned, as he dragged your thighs around his hips and began to tease your hole. As you descended into a babbling mess, he finally pushed himself inside you slowly, painfully.

“So fucking tight.” He hissed, pinning your wrists to the bed, as his tip grazed your cervix, causing a desperate mewl to escape your lips.

Resting his head against your neck, occasionally grazing the soft and supple skin with his teeth, Nacho’s thrusts began to gain speed as he pounded you against the mattress, pushing his sweaty torso against yours as you writhed against him.

Wrapping two hands from your breasts to your back directly behind them, he pulled you upright onto his lap, forcing you to sit and ride him looking directly into his unwavering gaze. The sound of your wetness drenching the length of his shaft filled the room, your exhausted half-hearted bounces on his dick forced him to grasp your waist and lift you up and down, as you struggled to even keep your eyes open. He didn’t move his gaze away from your face for a second, as your hips moved together in an awry harmony. It was only when his own eyelids began to grow heavy, you knew he was nearing his orgasm, and it spurred you on to fuck back against him as hard as you could.

“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, his grip on your body tightening, as he cocked his head back to savour the feeling of you wrapped around him, his thrust becoming uneven and sporadic, forcing you to take charge.

Soon, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly and he let his head fall back forward to catch the desperate look on your face as you rode him with all the intensity you could muster. With a final open-mouthed groan you felt his cock twitch as he came deep inside you.

For the first time ever, he let you collapse against him, even caressing your head as he regained his breath- and in that very moment you wished you would never have to leave.

Author’s Notes:

My love letter to the bcs community 😩

Better call Saul requests are open now!!

[blackcherryleather]

god forbid a girl wants ignacio more than lalo

[hereliesangelicbambii]

My MANNNNN 😩

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Now taking requests for Better Call Saul!

I’m most prominently a smut writer, but I do enjoy writing a slow burn and will dabble in fluff if asked! (here are my previous works for reference)

I write female reader predominantly (due to lived experience) but I can write for AFAB/ non gendered.

my smut bounds are: pedophilia, puke & scat

I appreciate abstract, detailed asks, I love bringing a pervertedly creative ideas to life, hit me with whatever’s on your mind ;)

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Forbidden Flower 3. Among the bluebells

~ A Nᴀᴄʜᴏ Vᴀʀɢᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 « 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 » 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

Reader opens up to Nacho and he does the same in return yet, she who seeks comfort and consult in a person whose intentions she has no clarity in, aims to bring herself only pain.

Ignacio promised himself he would limit his visits to the flower shop down to only one a week, yet he found himself visiting in every hour he could spare away from work. However, due to the nature of your boss, your shifts were entirely irregular, Nacho found himself rerouting his daily drives to pass the flower shop, just to catch a mere glimpse at you, if you were even there at all. The conversations you had stayed brief for his first few visits, just enough to not raise the suspicion of a taken woman, yet soon he ground down your defences to the point where his presence was welcomed.

“You go through flowers like you have someone back home eating them or something.” You chuckled, admiring the bouquet he had picked up- one of your own designs.

“I guess I just like flowers.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“You know you don’t have to buy flowers whenever you want to see me.. I mean- I appreciate the company, these are lonely shifts.” You spluttered to cover your tracks, feeling bashful that you so suddenly assumed that he had been coming in to see you intentionally.

He shook his head smiling in disbelief.

You didn’t speak much about family, as you hadn’t seen your own for a few years. Since you admitted that you dropped out of business school, they had all began acting differently, reaching out only when they HAD to, making invitations to family events sound optional. Of course, ‘they’re your family, they love you unconditionally’. Not your family. Nacho told you much about his father, the business, his strength and integrity and how he respected him, it both inspired and slightly saddened you.

“So how come you ditched business school, seemed like you had everything going for you.”

A lump caught in your throat briefly.

“I just.. I saw all these people around me, ready to devote their lives to doing these jobs that just don’t really mean anything at all. I mean, if everything burnt down tomorrow, do you think anyone would worry about what the shareholders would think about it?”

As he visibly took a moment to contemplate what you said, you carried on,

“All of this is just shallow capitalist crap, a flower is timeless. I want to devote my life to something pure, something truly meaningful…” You trailed off, clearly impact by your own words just as much as Nacho was by yours.

“I understand,” He finally said, after a long breath of silence. “I wish I had that choice, the way you did.”

That night, Nacho lay in bed, sleep never came easy to him, yet especially today something bothered him and that thing was you. Your deep eyes filled with both wit and comfort, your sharp yet bashful cadence, even the way your fingers moved when you tended your flowers. Everything about you enchanted him.

Two days later, he returned, sparing you the random choice of bouquet to ring up and just strolling up to the counter.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Nacho, no flowers?” You answered in an attempt to sound chipper, yet the sentence came out with an unusual strain to it that he sensed immediately.

“Nah, not today. Are you alright?”

Taken aback by his astute observation of your unease, you widened your eyes at him for a second before saying “Yeah, yeah..”

He let a silence that felt like a stack of bricks pushing down on your chest fall between you.

“I’m moving soon. Far. California. Troy’s firm want to relocate him to help with the expansion project, and they’re giving him a huge promotion to match. He just got home last night and there’s a house for us he’s super excited for me to see, booked me a flight and everything. Of course, I’ll be going alone, since he’s so busy.”

Nacho tried to maintain his silent, calm demeanour, but rage burned deep within him. His girl, taken states away right when she had been beneath his grasp- it couldn’t happen.

“I hope you enjoy it out there.” He managed to push out between gritted teeth.

A few tears fell, before what started as a trickle turned into a waterfall.

“I don’t wanna go out there, I like my job and my house, and my friends, and I’m gunna miss you. I’ve already done all this relocating shit once, I can’t do it again. Out there, California, it’s a land of opportunity for Troy but for me I have NOTHING.”

Watching you, his delicate flower, shake and cry before him, he knew ever so clearly in his mind what he had to do, and as he hugged you in his strong arms, your face collapsing into his chest, you had laid yourself right in his trap.

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[hereliesangelicbambii]

Forbidden flower 2. Tulip-bearing stranger

~ A Nᴀᴄʜᴏ Vᴀʀɢᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 « 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 » 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

nacho’s interest in you begins to develop, and over such a short period of time he begins to learn your everyday life, spellbound by the apparent monotony of your existence.

Nacho didn’t know why he hung around, parked inconspicuously around the corner from the bar soon after your interaction. But an irregular feeling filled him, seeing you there at the bar, like the hole deep within him that he had made peace with never being able to fill could be healed at last. Nacho had never usually been scathed by rejection, life had taught him that there would always be more girls, whoring for his attention, yet the way you stayed firm against him did much to entice him.

As he watched the headlights of your boyfriend’s car pass by and eventually grow far enough for him to begin tailing you, his mind wandered. He wondered what you did for a living, where you came from, and even what your favourite colour could be. And then finally (after a detour to drop Nancy off at the dismay of her sleeping roommates), he was led to the suburban bungalow you and Troy shared.

Tactically positioned in the view of your bedroom window, Nacho observed Troy, a quite lean but muscular man, yet not in the way of some buff chad, more like an aggravating, green-smoothie- drinking jogger. He could deal with him easily.

Your exhausted boyfriend, clad in clothes clearly indicating he had been about to go to bed before he got your call, collapsed into bed immediately, as you staggered around trying to get yourself ready for bed. Nacho’s breath hitched as you peeled off your dress, down the slopes of your shoulders, down the curve of your waist and the plump of your hips. He admired your half bare body from afar, how the waist straps of your thong complimented the shape of your figure, how your skin glowed in the dim light. How he wished to be in that room, feeling that body, drinking it up like fine wine.

After a moment of hesitation, you looked down at your uninterested, sleeping boyfriend, walked to the window and shut the curtains.

Nacho observed the silhouette of your naked body stood illuminated through the curtains by the glow of the bedroom lamp, yet once it all disappeared, he sighed and started the car again to begin to make his way home.

…

You were never more glad that you had a calm job than at times where you were violently hungover- like today.

Floral Symphony was a small local flower shop, owned and run by your exuberant boss, Naomi, an ex psychiatrist turned florist in an early mid-life crisis. Your work wasn’t very demanding, therefore you would be left alone to run the shop quite often. By your 20s you had come to the conclusion that although business school could bring you money, floristry was where you found your peace, so you left behind a life of corporate aspirations to care for the gentle gifts of Mother Nature.

As you inserted another peony into your wedding season arrangement, the bell at the door sounded, announcing the arrival of a customer.

Mind still slightly foggy, you look up to see a familiar face.

Nacho is stood with an irregularly soft expression on his face, holding a display bouquet.

“Hey.” You say softly in a sort of star struck shock at seeing a past character in your life again so soon.

“Hey. Did you and your friend get home alright yesterday?”

You scoff slightly at his apparent over-investment in your life, yet you didn’t even know the half of it.

“Yeah, thanks. My boyfriend wasn’t too happy with me though.”

“The most important thing is that you ladies were safe, he has little reason to be made.” He went on, as he placed the bouquet down on the table for you to ring up.

“Tulips, your girlfriend must be super lucky.” You chirped, trying to gather the change for the very overkill stack of bills your customer had just placed on the counter.

“No girlfriend, they’re for my mom. She’s always loved having fresh flowers in the house, something about putting good energy in the air..”

“Oh, sorry. Lucky mom then.” You giggled and then stopped very quickly, slightly embarrassed with yourself, yet to your surprise, your customer was holding back a confused chuckle himself.

“I never got to ask you your name.” He asked with a strikingly overpowering curiosity, all of a sudden.

As you told him your name, you could swear you saw a light behind him deep brown, handsome eyes, yet maybe it was just your hungover mind playing tricks on you.

“I’m Ignacio, but people call me Nacho. You can too.”

“Well, Nacho, I hope to see you here again soon.” You smiled, handing him his change.

“You definitely will. Have a good day.”

You watched him leave with a strange feeling in your chest you couldn’t identify, until your boss called, snatching away your attention.

As you answered the phone, Nacho took one final longing look at you through the shop window, then stuffed the tulips in the trash can on the side of the street and got in his car.

Author’s Notes:

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he looks so beautiful here

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House fucking fem reader in front of chase…

Leading by example

Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x Gʀᴇɢᴏʀʏ Hᴏᴜsᴇ sᴍᴜᴛ ⁽ᴡɪᴛʜ x Rᴏʙᴇʀᴛ Cʜᴀsᴇ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs⁾

Previously Scrapped but newly retrieved 100 Followers special!!

Summary:

After spending months watching Chase slowly and painfully court you, House learns that you finally rejected him and calls the pair of you into his office to show Chase how a real man ‘gets the girl’.

Chilled autumn air spun dust and leaves against the windows of the House’s office, he sat brooding, as he bounced his tennis ball against his desk, the comforting monotony of his hand distracting from the ever-twisting toils of his mind. To an observer, it would seem that his mind was filled with work, yet the real subjects of his deep thought were about to enter the room.

As you and Chase, your ever-bothersome colleague, filed into the room with urgency, House stirred a little, adopting a more still and confident seated position behind his desk.

“How have you two lovebirds been getting on.” He chirped, his usual extravagance so predictable, neither of you batted an eye.

“The CT scan showed no sign of-“ Chase began robotically,

“Not my question. I asked about you guys, come on, I wanna know all the details.” House seem pleased as your face boiled with frustration, and Chase’s lowered with embarrassment.

“WE are fine, the patient however might die if we don’t figure out what’s wrong with her.” You practically scoffed in disbelief at House’s childishness, not eager to fall victim to whatever game he was trying to play.

“Did you know that Chase used to spend late nights thinking about you, sniffing the jumper you left at work last month.”

“That’s not true.” Chase burst out, of course you hadn’t doubted that House was lying, but Robert’s wavering pitiful tone threw a spanner in the works.

“What do you want? To mess with me, because well done, I’m annoyed, could we do our jobs now?” Usually House’s little jokes used to run their course and then get muddled in between medical talk, but the Doctor evidently showed no sign of stopping.

“Come here.”

The strangely short and firm command caught you off guard, even Chase peeked up at you briefly before you walked to House, who was now stood before his desk.

With a swallow of sudden nervousness, you stepped forward towards the desk, watching House advance towards you, trapping you in between the cluttered surface and your Boss’s legs.

Anticipation rose in your chest, as he locked his deep blue eyes onto yours- you almost forgot that Chase had been stood in the office the entire time.

All of a sudden, he reached forward and placed a firm hand on the outer curve of your upper thigh, fingers just nearly approaching the fat of your ass. The sudden touch send fireworks through your body, yet in a moment of suprise you turned your head to Chase and gave him a shocked look.

“Uh- I should.. go.” Chase began to splutter, only to be hushed.

“Stay.” House commanded, as his thumb began to snake around to your inner thigh, ghosting your mound. “You, my disciple, have much to learn.”’

You accidentally let out a gasp as House gave your clit an experimental push through your underwear, yet despite the warmth of pleasure in your spirit, a sitting guilt lay deep in your stomach. You knew Chase had somewhat liked you for a very long time, yet you feared House had a point in his constant teasing of how not forefront he decided to be about it. You hoped that it would make him take a hint and make a real move on you, but that move never came.

You looked up at House with longing, desperate eyes and he dove towards you to initiate a deep, passionate kiss, slow but in the kind of way that made your desire burn so much louder.

Hooking a finger under the dainty lace of your thong, he began working it down your legs, pulling away from the kiss slightly to look deeply into your eyes. As you instinctively stepped out of your underwear, House turned his attention to Chase, who had been watching with a painful looking blush and an even more painful looking erection.

“Chase, come here.”

The nervous doctor stepped forward, taking a brief look at your thighs before turning to his boss in embarrassment. House called your name.

“Hop up onto the desk, and make sure you angle yourself so we can both see you… all of you.”

With nerves derived of two pairs of eyes watching you, one full of lust and the other full of a shy hope, you seated yourself on the desk and hiked your skirt up to your hips.

“Go on.” House coaxed.

You leaned back and spread your legs apart, bracing yourself against your hands. House watched Chase take a shameless look at your leaking slit with eyes filled with pure wonder, he smiled, clearly satisfied with himself, imagining this was the type of fantasy the blonde used in his times of want.

“Now you, are gunna stand here and watch me fuck the girl you’ve always wanted, because you’ve been too much of a coward to do it yourself.” House instructed Chase sternly, before walking towards you again.

Dipping a finger in your pussy, he grabbed your jaw with his other hand and engulfed you in a hungry kiss. As his finger began to grind into you down to the knuckle, you caught sight of Chase out of the corner of your eye, who, from the open-mouthed look on his face, you could tell was actively leaking in his underwear.

As his masterful hand worked at his belt, House began to lay his mouth on your neck, forcing you to make eye contact with Chase. As the telltale zipper sound filled the air, he whispered “I want you to look him in his sad little eyes as I put it in you, don’t close them or turn away until I make you.”

Before you could reply in any shape or form, you felt the girth of his wet tip slip past your folds unexpectedly. Letting out a pornographic moan, your eyes fogged, clouding over the image of Chase beginning to discreetly palm himself through his pants. Your boss had a remarkably long cock that slid into you much deeper than you could’ve predicted. As you began to pant and grow weak against him, he pushed you down onto the desk and grasped your hips, beginning to pound deep into you.

“Oh fuck ngh-“ You moaned, falling into a cock-drunk state, as you felt yourself groat wetter around him, the lewd sound of it filling the air.

He leaned forward, hitting almost painfully deep. “Say his name when you come, loud.”

“House I- fuck- I can’t” you whined out, feeling your orgasm building, any attempts at communication past this point would come out as a miasma of slurred speech.

He sat you up on the table once more, weak arms clinging to his torso as he pounded into you unforgivably, you began to twitch your hips uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck- fuck.” You slurred out, before a monumental moan signified your climax.

House let you collapse against the table, a few moments after he himself had finished, and began to casually put himself away, as if he had just finished using a urinal.

As he made for the door he said,

“Chase, you can clean her up… and yourself.”

Author’s notes:

After a long hiatus and a lot of life happenings, I am back 🙃

I’m currently writing for Better Call Saul and would very much appreciate any asks or just love for my current BCS fics 🥲

Love you all, always <3

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[hereliesangelicbambii]

Forbidden Flower 1.intro

~ A Nᴀᴄʜᴏ Vᴀʀɢᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴇʀɪᴇs

✘ « 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 » 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

For the first time, he lay beneath you helpless instead of the other way around.

“Please, don’t.” Nacho wheezed, breathless, desperate, and completely at your mercy.

Your chest heaved up and down, the gun in your hand felt as heavy as a stack of bricks as you held it weakly pointed at your lover. Dainty grooves of your sheer nightdress clung to your sweat-clad figure, as you stood shifting your weight between your feet.

“If you kill me, I can’t protect you, things will only be worse.”

A tear began to well in the corner of your eye as your hand began to shake violently, finger coiling itself around the trigger.

…

Nancy had been one of your closest friends for years, and much like your other friends, she vented endless complaints about you ‘not coming out anymore’, due to your now three year commitment to your lawyer boyfriend, Troy. It had been so long since you had gotten ready to go to the bar, but now when you did it, it wasn’t to attract, it was to maintain an outward appearance of being immune to a relationship glow-down to your friends (which was arguably a much more difficult feat).

“What’s taking you so longggg..” Nancy groaned, stomping into the bathroom, as you layered on an over-compensative third dashing of bronzer. You didn’t reply, looking at yourself in the mirror with a slight embarrassment at your attempt at looking evening-ready. “You look great, okay? Now let’s go, it’s not gunna be open all night.”

Nancy wasted no time downing as many drinks as she could in your first few hours of being at the bar, whereas you only experienced the lilting buzz of your few cocktails. Whilst you were not, she had been exuberantly making her move at any breathing creature with a male appendage, half in desperation, half in a need for fun. You two had been much alike before Troy, but watching her that night made you reflect on how you had so few friends that matched your current life path. Somewhere in your deep moment of thought, your tipsy friend nudged you quite over-aggressively and gave you a very poorly hidden side whisper.

“That guy has been staring you for like the past twenty minutes, it’s so totally creepy”

You turned your attention to catch a glimpse at the individual in question from the other side of the bar. He was tan, with a stern expression that radiated pure confidence and assurance, which was undeniably attractive. Too bad you had a boyfriend.

“Hey, I can go tell him that you have a boyfriend and he needs to like absolutely fuck off.” Nancy slurred, you giggled at her striking defensiveness in her toddler-ish state.

“No no, Nance, it’s fine, he’ll get the hint.”

A particular eye candy gravitated himself towards Nancy eventually, and with your desire to third wheel reaching a never seen before low, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom briefly. However, once you returned, somehow a bit too much alcohol had graced your friend’s enslaved liver, signalling it as time to make your exit.

Despite her slim frame, the drunken dead weight of Nancy’s body made it ever so difficult to walk her out of the bar towards the parking lot. Initially thinking of a taxi, yet not willing to firm the backseat vomiting fee, you opted to call your boyfriend and take the chance of sacrificing his car instead. Yet, as you set the sickened girl down on the concrete ledge and hadn’t had a chance to make for your phone, a voice sounded nearby.

“Need a little help getting home, ladies?”

It was the stranger that had been eyeing you up earlier. You found his offer kind, yet the overwhelming experience of Nancy snuggling up to the gravel as if it were her mattress left little headspace to form polite small talk.

“No, it’s fine I was just about to call someone.”

“You sure, I mean, I’m right here?”

“Totally sure.” You shrugged off the offer and attempted to turn away, yet he advanced away from his car towards you.

“How come I haven’t seen you around here before? A pretty face like yours, I doubt I would forget.”

You splutter out a laugh of surprise at his advance.

“I’m taken, like in a relationship. Have been for a while, so I don’t really tend to go out..”

“So, I guess he’s started mistreating you because you seem to be out right now.”

“No, not at all,” you scoff at his pure nerve “Listen, I’m taken AND loyal, so whatever you’re trying to do, isn’t going to work. Now thank you for your offer, but I’m going to call my boyfriend now.”

He laughs, and in the moment you’re not sure why. He whispers “perfect”, under his breath, which becomes overshadowed and forgotten quickly by the violent retching sound emitting next to you.

“Oh god, Nance-“

[hereliesangelicbambii]

Forbidden Flower

~ A Nᴀᴄʜᴏ Vᴀʀɢᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴇʀɪᴇs, ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ-ᴇsǫᴜᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫..

chapter one , chapter two , chapter three , chapter four

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[hereliesangelicbambii]

heyyy, i’m a new follower of u, saw that u didn’t post since september and that u broke one ur bf.

so i wanted to ask u how u were doing ml

-🪽

I’m absolutely swamped with work but, looking to get back into writing so, not too bad 😗

Definitely changed tremendously since September but, much more stabilised now 😚

[hereliesangelicbambii]

Hi bambi!

I really hope you come back and don’t abandon this blog. This has some of the best house m.d work on it and looks so well put together, and plus the effort is just UGHHH!

you don’t have to reply lol i just hope this notification will remind you, maybe?

Hey so, I’m back guys 😭😭

I haven’t watched House Md in a hot minute, I’m gunna be so honest, but I was thinking of starting to write for Better Call Saul, since that’s my current obsession, I have finished Breaking Bad if there’s a market for that too 😚

But hey, if it’s what the people want I could brush up on my House knowledge and get back in the field 🫡