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heybobbygirl · 11 months ago
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trans women i love you you arw a blessing to this earth. including the ones that dont do anything to pass i love you and youre beautiful i love hairy trans women i love trans women with really deep voices and on a slightly unrelated note i love fat trans women youre all wonderful
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qualityrain · 10 months ago
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lowk annoyed everytime people act like the main reason why kotaro and shinpei do those stuff is romantic jealousy like guys ik this is a romance manga but cmon. not everything is abt romance. ok. theres so many other reasons and to boil it down into romantic jealousy is so 💀
#like yeah obv romantic jealousy is involved but thats not the point yk#like esp w kotaro in 30 like theres sooooo much shit going on#and shinpei says it outright too!!! he thought satoko would leave him behind#like idk sorry i get annoyed when people call hny a love triangle or seriously consider kotaro a love interest#kotaro didnt just miss his chance he never had one!!!#r u not seeing the themes. rhe reason why its shinpei#when kotaro represents the family who wants the best for satoko#but is ultimately perpetuates the whole fucked up belief system that makes satoko an object and feel trapped#its not his fault!! its not any of their faults#shinpei is the foil to both of them#claude txt#there was a whole ass chapter called ill set you free#with the memory of satokos mother telling her you dont have any freedom here#the whole ill make you feel free where ever you are satoko#the way its said TWICE like cmon guys#like did u guys also ignore how satoko has absolutely 0 romantic interest in kotaro#kotaros here havinf romantic daydreams while satoko is like kotaro is such a worrywart :/#sorry people r calling kotaro a closeted yandere and im shaking the bars of the enclosure screaming why hes not#<-yandere liker (its literally only shinpei and nier)#sorry i relate so much to yanderes banging the wall like stoooooppp stoppp#kotaro isn’t obsessively in love with satoko!!!!!!!!!!!! Tgats literally the main criteria#kotaro fundamentally isnt a yandere because he has already accepted his feelings will be unrequited forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#a yandere is selfish ok like lowk its fucking genius of tachibana to make shinpei a yandere#to be the foil to kotaro and satokos selflessness
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florenceisfalling · 2 years ago
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going to get past my wave of Incapable of Doing Things due to the crippling grief. then i will finish commissions and then im gonna start thinkin abt a game plan for my oc stuff
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rowannkhanna · 2 years ago
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Shoutout to you for havinf the most based fanon ever holy shit /pos. sorry i have a habit of killing alnond in every au i make its kind of a running joke by now But ,, is almondfort canon in your fanon :3
SRY FOR THE LATE REPLY i just got on break finally and thank youuu so happy u enjoy it LMAO and its FINE its fine. for me. not for wawa or roguey /LH but yk gotta break them both 😌
as for almondfort i like to think they do get together i need it <3 i havent figured out how but ive been loving the thought of the unresolved tension between them bc of their ""breakup"" in the past but also they r both so silly with each other. no they have not apologised and talked ab their past. yes they r going to chase each other around in circles
i love slowburns so im gonna make them both go thru hell before they get together <3 if it takes like 15 years or smth then so be it /hj
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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year ago
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HIIII here to infodump about schlatt not expecting anything so DW you're just the first person I follow that I thought of who likes him as well sorry if this is annoying just havinf lots and looots of thiughts
CONTEXT PARAGRAPH FIRST
OK SO theres this yt series called escape the night it's made by joey Graceffa and basically each season the format is that a bunch of YouTubers are invited to some place (mansion, ball, 70s carnival town, museum) for a party, adventure, etc but they actually have to fight for their lives and do a bunch of challenges and puzzles and whatnot and each episode 2 people are voted in by the group in a final death challenge to get the thing™️ that they need and the winner gets the item they need loser dies AND YEAH EACH SEASON IS THEMED SEASON 1 IS ROARING 20S S2 IS VICTORIAN ERA S3 IS 70S RETRO CARNIVAL AND S4 (even though they're in a museum with different themes in it) I THIIINK ITS THE 60S??? REALLY REALLY COOL CONCEPT THOUGH ITS SUPER FUN
OKAY NOW ONTO SCHLATT-
I've been thinking a lot a lot about a 5th season and what YouTubers would be good for it if it ever does happen and my mind went to Jschlatt. There's this one guy from season 2 victorian era one and his name was destorm power. Each person gets a kind of "role" themed around the time period based on their personality and outfit, and destorm was the railroad tycoon.
AND WHEN I SAY THAT TJIS FUCKER WAS THE EQUIVALENT OF FUCKING SCHLATT. OH MY GOD.
SOME SHIT ABOUT DESTORM IN THE SHOW JUST FOR FRAME OF REFERENCE TO SHOW HIS RESEMBLANCE WITH SCHLATT-
draws suspicion to himself for NO REASON he's just really menacing and standoffish towards the group
gets voted into the first death challenge with this chick and wins, watches her get mauled by vampires and yells "KILL HER! KILL HER" and has to be dragged away so he doesn't die next
Starts beef with the bf of the girl who died in the challenge and calls him weak and a baby for crying about her death
Almost died one time after being seduced by spider women and then tranquilized
"I am king"
"these bitches can't kill me"
"I am the best"
"I don't run, I strut"
AND JUST OVERALL VERY UNWILLING TO WORK WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP HES SOOOOO SILLY AND MY FAV FROM THAT SEASON SCHLATT IS BASICALLY A MORE AGGRESSIVE VERSION OF HIM AND IF THEY DO A SEASON 5 IM BEGGING THAT THEY DO A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE ONE OR IF HE WAS IN SEASON 3 THEN HE WOULD HAVE BEEN THE SERIAL KILLER AS HIS ROLE OR SOME SHIT HED BE PERFECT FOR SEASON 3 BECAUSE HIS MUTTON CHOPS ARE ALREADY ON PAR WITH THE 70S FASHION!!! SCHLATT IS SUCH A CHARACTER AND HE NEEEEEEDS TO BE IN THIS SOOOOO MUCHHHHHHH
Anon before reading this, I had no idea this was even a thing. Now I'm fully invested and agreeing with you completely.
Now I'm just imagining Schlatt being in like a seventies typical suit or get up and cackling as he runs to do different challenges.
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sparkcentralis · 4 months ago
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HI 🦑 anon!!!!!!! Sorry for the.. uh... Mis-speciec..ing?
Anyways GLITCH ANONS LETS GOOO!!! And omg u both have such VALID points but dont even get me STARTED on election arc, that video was WILD /pos.
BECAUSE THE WHOLE, THE WHOLE THING THE WHOLE BIT OF ASH DESPISING HER (for funsies probably) WAS JUST SO- like it really brings light to how their dynamics work usually i think cause they'd so do anything for eachother, yet somehow in some way the dynamic (in my understanding) isnt the healthiest, squiddo and ash was always just drawn to eachother but here, oh boy, ash had so much more to do and to care about and what did squiddo have that she continues makes sure everyone knows? Ashswag, she keeps mentioning how much she cared for him yet the way ash seemed and felt more distant (mostly probably due to other things, he doesnt dislike her ofc! Why would he?) but maybe he just..never realised how she felt when he said some things and it really shows in her monologue+collage in the election arc's final voting, she had thought ash was going to vote for HER because she thinks, "why wouldnt he? We're best friende!" But he didnt, and i think the fact that she didnt even bring it up (canonically) to ash to convey how she felt afar from an arrow and a complaint that was drowned out by like, everyone talking in surprise that she just shot ASH, the one person she's constantly going "oh i care for him!".
She just seems to me to be very ready to.. well, do anything for ash, even though this is not the best relationship, she still does, both of them do, i dont doubt that ash would want to do anything to make squiddo happy, its just they barely communicate their feelings (since squiddo was so unsure that ash was actually considering her a friend and not "dead weight", she even thought he might just be using manipulation or smth smth recap thingy during vote) so ash doesnt see what's wrong and squiddo just never brings it up, which makes their relationship FLAWED but left it feeling so much more true, no perfect friendships exist afterall! (Im so not projecting)
Sorry if i seem to be very "looking into the bad sides" core but I lovr glitch duo please-
This is purely based on lifesteal canon vibes from this ONE video, irl they're such besties ong!, but yeah, here's my long as hell thoughts after watching every squiddo video atleast 5 times, save me.
I love having the worst takes on dynamics lets GOOOOOO SQUIDDO MINECRA
- 🟪 (previously 🌱) anon (also dw about the tag just pretend its a mask im wearing for the bit oooooo spooky)
THIS WAS AN INTERESTINF READ..... i respect these takes. Indeed, havinf problems and conflict in relationships are great motivations for character growth.....!! Interesting storylines.... Lifesteal duos tend to have this inner conflict of hurting one another in some way that is somewhat tragic in nature, whether its because its in their nature (devotions.), circumstance, or something of the like.... Its why we love these relationships so much, they're flawed!
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jaiyiee · 9 months ago
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FORBIDDEN LOVE 1821
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Suddenly, i met Zach, he was masculine , handsome and hot also cheerful and attractive. Also, a son of General Governor the highest official here in the Philippines in the time of Spanish period. It was 5pm in the afternoon. I was in a wooden bench enjoying the good looking paradise in front of me, just kidding hahahaha....
"Hi, gorgeous what is your name? es como si te acabara de ver. Are you new residence here?" Dios mio guapo. I'm so confused what if i'm just assuming, sere amable. Dios mio, que sea mic solo el. I said quetly, but then i see his brown gorgeous eyes waiting my answer.
"a mi?" I said with curiosity, you know, perhaps im just assuming; he was just insame asking himself.
"Hay alquien mos con quien estoy hablando aqui?" Asked the guy in front of me. Mi amor, why are you like that me econocione por un momento. It is not coincidence that i met this handsome boy perhaps God allowed this to happened. In this chaotic world, i thought that destiny would be cruel in me but i'm thankful that God allowed this to happened look how coquette my mind. I have a huge problem if i tell him that im from the present he would judge me and think that im insane. God what would i do now?
"Oh, sorry. Yes, i am new here, actually i grew up in Europe. Mi Madre was a Filipina while my Father was an Espanyol". I said, oh God! Help me i know that i lied but i am scared that he will judge me if he knew that im from the present. Even though it is only a dream but maybe my situation right now has the huge impact why i am here. I really miss my lola Minda so much; i know that she is worried about me but i cant go back in time.
"Porque estas solo-aqui? Tienes algo que esperar aqui? It is getting dark here outside. Are you familiar that theres a curfew at 6 o' clock right?" Asked the guy lord what should i do now? I am homeless.
"Nothing, i just love the environment here it so peaceful and i feel safe. Look how gorgeous the sunset is". I asked to the guy but literally i dont have home to take a nap. I lied again.
"Okay i see, if you dont mind, i can accompany you here to ensure that you are safe, no te preocupes no soy un mal tipo. By the way i'm zach Hernandez 21 yrs old. How about you?". Askes the guy, he looks kinda so maybe i could let him be with me tonight because its too dark, i dont even want to be a cold body next day because of some rapist out there.
" Yah sure, my name is Zhashna Blanca 18 yrs old. Thank you for being here at least i have someone to talk to. Nice to meet you!". I sincerely asked then he tells me about himself and i admire him every detail that i heard from him makes me more curious about him.
Everyday our meeting place is at the bench under the mango tree. He was so gentleman; that is wht i felt valuable, he makes me smile out of nowhere that makes me felt more excited. My heart beats faster; i think im inlove with the guy in my dream. He taught me how to be matured and how to adopt the environment. I learned a lot of things. His existence influences me a lot its like im havinf older brother that taught me good deeds. I dont knew why im so dependent to this guy, like im willing to wait him in a long time just to see him. Perhaps, i just appreciate. What he did for me or im in love. I dont know damn, im insane.
I even tell him that i exist in the present and this was a drean fir me because i an comatose for 1 year and i am glad that he understands me. I know that i can control my dream, but this time i cant control Zach, i dont know why. We are in a relationship right now. A qui no le gusta tanto como es sincer. He was the only one that treat me like a princess, love me for being who i am and understands me, for almost 1 year that i was in this dream our relationship together deepens.
But one day i felt that i will woke up for being comatos i heard the tears and voices of joy of my loved ones. They wabt to make up with me and i know that they are sincere in asking forgiveness. God knows that since the day that i chose to be with Lola, is the day that i forgive them i just sulking in reason to didnt give me time wheb i heard their voice, their somethinf in my chest that heals, the wall that i kep for how many years finally destroyed.
One afternoon i told Zach that can finally woke up that i can go back in my real exustence. But instead of choosing my family and be with them, i chose to be with Zach and live with this world of dreams. Yes, he was happy but i felt that he just fakes it. These past few weeks he is being cold as ice; he is not that Zach that i used to love before. Now i can see his true colors, that the words that he cared to much, it easy for him to tell hurtful words. But anything that makes him get mad at me, i changed it all because i love him. Even forcing myself to understand him. But i was so exhausted doing this shit i cant understand him anymore. It was 3rd week of October year 1821, when he tells me that hwa was just using me for his own sake. He tells that there was a girl that he really loved and it makes his as a wandering soul. He admitted that he was just a soul who can enter to the dream of humans to fool it and hooked its soul. To be able exist in this world , he needs to find a soul as an exchange to make him free. It is a big mistake that i loved each it is a wrong move that he chose me as his victim because anytime i can go back in time. When i heard his explanation and reason. It made my heart broken into pieces. I dont even understand why he needs to do this. I thought all the things that he does for me is true but i was wrong he just used me foe his own saje. Why he needs to do this in being true to him. I dont even question his existence because i love him so much but look what happened. Argh! I dont want to see him anymore!
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wrender · 5 years ago
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Nobody:
My brain: lash out. Be angry at somebody. Anybody. Say mean things to them they deserve it you deserve it do it do it do it do it
Me, playing subwoofer lullaby by C418 on loop: I can't hear you over the Minecraft
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its-afucking-mess · 2 years ago
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you're the only thing i think i got right (i'd never give you away) - Ethan Torchio x reader- a birthday gift for allie <3
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@writingmaneskin is officially a year older and i want to give this as a present <3 i love u so so much beloved, i hope u like this one
its a small fluffy thing with married eth n reader (havinf kids is mentioned) idk my thought process was just 'hm. yes' when i wrote and i didnt question how the plot came to be really
(no tags because ive forgotten my taglist entirely 💀 im sorry)
title from 5sos' "Lover of Mine"
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Your key turned in the lock and you took a deep breath. It has been a long day and you were tired and aching and just wanted to get five minutes peace. You braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught of questions from the children as soon as the door opened. Nothing. It was quiet.
“Honey?” you called out as you put your bag down on the table and hung your coat up.
You heard the bedroom door open and out walked Ethan. He smiled at you with that easy charm that had attracted you to him in the first place.
“Good afternoon, love,” he greeted you, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“I can’t help but notice how quiet it is…” You trailed off as you saw the guilty look on his face. “Oh, Ethan. What have you – “
“Nothing!” He answered quickly. He looked at the confusion on your face. “Look… I know I’ve not been exactly attentive lately. I know work’s not been easy for you. Me being away on shows… It puts a lot of pressure on you where the kids are involved.”
Your eyes teared up as the guilt you felt threatened to spill out.
“Hey! It’s ok! Oh, my love. Come here.” Ethan gathered you into his strong arms. The tears you’d been holding in began to spill from your tired eyes and he held you tighter still.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Ethan. I don’t know… I didn’t realise…” You pulled away, wringing your hands.
Ethan led you to the sofa by your arm and sat you down.
“Listen, the kids are with my mum. They are staying for the night. They couldn’t wait to go play with their aunties.” He explained. “Tonight, my love. Tonight, is about you.”
You glanced up at him through tear-soaked lashes. Your heart sank. Oh, you loved your husband – who wouldn’t. He was absolutely beautiful. He oozed charm from every pore, and he was so talented. You’d be a fool to turn down an evening with him… But you had heard these lines before from past partners. You were just so tired, and everything hurt. Yes, your sex life was amazing… but it just wasn’t what you were up for right now.
“Ethan…” you began quietly. “I… I’m just so tired and… I don’t… don’t…” You started sobbing again. You covered your face with your hands.
You felt him shift closer to you on the sofa. He pulled you to lay your head against his chest. He smelt so good – like your safe space. You sobbed quietly against his blue brushed cotton shirt. You felt his hand smoothing down your unruly hair.
“Honey, I don’t think you understood what I meant. Tonight, is about you. Let me look after you.”
You sniffled and looked up at his worried face.
“I know you’ve been struggling, love. I appreciate all you do for the kids and I and I wanted to show you by having an evening just for you. I thought some chill out activities and a takeaway of your choice?” He looked so anxious that you felt your heart swell.
“For me? I don’t know what I want to do. But a takeaway does sound good. Oh! Could we try that new Indian place that just opened? I thought it sounded lovely but… well, you know how fussy the kids can be.” You smiled up at him hopefully.
“My darling, anything for you. Which reminds me!” He moved from underneath you and stood up, rubbing his hands together gleefully. You smiled. He was so expressive with his hands. You could often tell his moods by the way he handled them.
“Am I allowed to… Hey!” You laughed as he pulled you up from the sofa and embraced you. You tipped your head up to look at him and closed your eyes as he brought his face down to yours. Your lips met softly, and he kissed you gently. The intensity behind the kiss made you feel dizzy.
“Come on,” he whispered, taking your hand and walking you towards the bedroom. He sensed your hesitation and smiled coyly. “No, it’s nothing like that. Come on.”
You let him lead you down the hallway and he stopped in front of the door.
“Close your eyes,” he urged. You did as he asked, and he began to pull you into the room you shared.
“Okay… open!” he commanded.
As you opened your eyes, you gasped. Turning your head, you gazed stunned at the room. Candles adorned the surfaces and there was a gentle smell of flowers. The bedding had been changed to soft Egyptian cotton in a blush colour.
He waited anxiously for your reaction.
“Ethan… Did you do all this for me?” You smiled softly at him, and you saw his face open into a wide grin.
“You deserve to feel calm and relaxed. I hoped this would help. But it isn’t all!” He was so excited that it was contagious.
“What else could there possibly be?” You giggled.
“Ok, so…” He led you through the ensuite door into the bathroom.
You gasped as you looked around the room. More candles were placed around the bath and the water was full of a beautiful, scented oil and flower petals.
“Oh, Ethan!” you exclaimed as you moved to embrace him. “You did all this for me? Are you planning to join me?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.
He laughed. “No, darling. This is for you. Now go get yourself ready whilst I top up the warm water for you.”
You went back into the bedroom and started to remove your clothing. As you took your work clothes and placed them in the laundry hamper, you smiled again at Ethan’s thoughtfulness. It had been some time since you had spent time alone together. It seemed selfish when he was home from travelling to spend one on one time as you know how much the kids missed their dad when he was away.
“Honey, are you ready?” he called from the other room.
“Coming now, sweetheart!” You replied. You decided to dispense of the robe you’d usually wear into the bathroom.
His face lit up as he saw you enter the room naked.
“You… You never fail to astound me with your beauty, my love.” He stammered.
“You old romantic, you” You teased as you sank into the warm water. You moaned as it heated your aching muscles.
“Well… That’s a welcome sound.” Ethan said, grinning. “But plenty of time for that another time!”
You looked at him in confusion. You’d decided that you couldn’t resist him for too long. He was trying so hard, and you really were starting to feel better.
“Now, you just lie there and let the oils and warmth do their job. I have brought something in that I think you’ll appreciate.” He said as he reached behind the towel rack. He pulled out an old, battered copy of your favourite book. He smiled as he saw the look of wonder on your face.
“I know you haven’t had much time to read in recent months with how busy life has gotten. I know that this is your favourite book… Like the ragged edges wouldn’t have given it away!” He chuckled.
“Thank you, Ethan. Really. This is lovely. If you could pass me the towel, I’ll dry my…”
“No.” he interjected. “You are going to lay right there and relax. Let me read it to you, my love. I recall you said that you loved the tone of my voice when we first got together.. So, please, allow me to transport you away whilst you rest.”
“That would be lovely,” you smiled at him.
You closed your eyes and settled into the water as you listened to Ethan transport you away to a world you knew so well. One you’d visited millions of times and you just can’t tear yourself away from. Ethan’s voice only served to immerse yourself deeper into that world.
“Darling…” Ethan’s voice roused you from your happy place. “I worry the water will be getting too cold for you if you stay in there much longer.”
“Yes,” you murmured, coming round from the fantasy realm inside your brain.
“Now,” he said, grabbing the shower head. “Let me help you wash yor hair, hm?”
He turned the shower head on and waited till it was an ambient temperature.
“Is this ok for you?” He asked. You moved your hand under it.
“Just right” you winked at him.
“Then let me, hopefully, make you feel salon good” He laughed.
He set to work on wetting your hair thoroughly as you closed your eyes. He picked up your favourite shampoo and squirted some into the palm of his hand. You inhaled as he began to lather it into your hair. It’s comforting scent filled your senses. The feeling of Ethan’s nimble fingers running the length of your hair and back, massaging your scalp gently, caused you to moan quietly.
“Later, my love” Ethan whispered in your ear, continuing with his administrations to your hair. He gently began to rinse out the lather, holding the showerhead with one hand and running his fingers through your wet locs with the other to ensure the shampoo was all gone.
“First part done… Now for the conditioner.” He said to himself. You knew he was enjoying himself as you could hear the admiration for a job well done in his voice. It made you smile.
He ran his fingers through your wet hair starting from the bottom and working his way up.
He set about rinsing the conditioner from your hair and you smiled to yourself. Ethan was acting adorable tonight. He reminded you of when you’d first met all those years ago… Before life got in the way. Before marriage. Before kids.
“Love?” he asked, rousing you from your thoughts. “Ready to get out?”
You began to stand, and Ethan helped you as you stood upright.
“Your foot, my love?” he asked as he held the towel. He gently dried your foot and up you leg. It felt good. “And the other?” He repeated. You stepped out the bath onto the mat on the bathroom tiles.
Ethan enveloped you inside the soft fluffy towel and kissed your forehead. You felt your legs go from under you as he scooped you easily into your arms and you giggled, gently smacking his toned chest.
“Ethan! I can walk!”
“You can, love, but why should you have to?” He grinned at you.
He carried you into the bedroom and set you down gently on the bed. You pulled him down onto you by his shirt collar and kissed his gently. Your lips began to press against his with an urgency and he pulled away slightly.
“Not yet, my love” he sighed, breathlessly. “I have another surprise for you.”
You raised yourself up on your elbows and arched an eyebrow at him.
“Ethan Torchio… What are you up to?” You asked him suspiciously. He rarely turned down your advances. And just how often was it you were child free to enjoy it?
“On your front, darling.” He directed. “You’ll appreciate this. I hope so anyway.”
He knelt next to you on the bed and reached for a bottle off the bedside table. You turned your head towards him confused but intrigued. He rubbed the substance between his hands and the smell of oranges and… something you didn’t quite recognise… filled the room.
His hands touched your shoulders, and he began to knead the sore muscles.
“Ethan… oh… oh that feels… oh” You sighed contentedly.
“Just relax, darling. Enjoy the sensations.” He whispered as he leant in close to your ear. You shivered slightly at his breath on your sensitive neck.
He expertly kneaded and works on the knots and stiff muscles and continued down the rest of your back. It felt so good, and you could even remember when you last felt so relaxed.
“Turn around,”
You did as he said, and he began to work his way down your front. He skimmed past you hips and began to massage your legs. It felt good but you couldn’t help the small whine that escaped your lips.
“We’ve been through this, darling.” He said, voice struggling slightly as he controlled himself. “Not yet.”
He massaged your thighs and your calves and began to work on your feet. You groaned as he rubbed the sore arch of your left foot. He was so gentle and soft, yet the pressure was perfect for making the tendon relax.
“Ethan, you are so good at this. I…”
“I got lessons in Atlanta. I have planned this for quite some time, darling. I wanted it to be perfect.” He interjected.
You pulled yourself up onto your elbows so you could see him.
“Ethan, sweetheart, I didn’t need all of this. I love you. I know I can be grumpy sometimes but… Life is hectic, and I don’t always feel like the woman you married. I worry you won’t want me anymore.”
Ethan looked up from your foot with such concern in his eyes.
“Darling, of course I still want you! Why wouldn’t I? You had me from that very first meeting. I’ve told you this many times. You made me the happiest man alive when you agreed to be my wife. And you have never looked more beautiful than when you gave birth to our children. You gave me a family. Us a family. You have supported my career and never complained when I’ve had to go away for touring or press interviews or…anything”
You reached for his hands and squeezed gently.
“I love you, Ethan. I always have. I always will.” You kissed his nose and laughed as he wrinkled it adorably. “So… what’s next then?”
At that exact moment, your stomach grumbled.
Ethan threw back his head with a laugh. He handed you a bag from beside the bed. You peered in and saw the most beautiful silken camisole top and shorts in a beautiful shade of baby blue.
“Oh Ethan!” you gushed pulling them out of the bag. “They’re beautiful!”
“Not as beautiful as you, my love.” He said, standing up. “Now put them on and I’ll meet you in the living room where we will order something to eat – your choice.”
He strolled out the room with you gazing lovingly after him.
You moved slowly and pulled on the pyjama set. It fitted perfectly and hugged to your curves in just the right way. You threw your damp hair up in a bun. You stretched slowly and lazily. You padded softly to the living room to find Ethan on the sofa. He had made you both a cup of herbal tea and had your favourite blanket ready for you to curl up in next to him.
Sitting next to him, you picked up one of the menus he had placed upon the coffee table.
“Definitely this one, please” you passed it to him eagerly.
“Indian it is, my love.”
He rang the order through and sat back against the sofa. You curled into his side, and he wrapped the blanket over your legs and placed his arm around your shoulder.
“Ethan…” you began.
“Yes, my love?” he answered.
“Can we watch The Princess Bride?” You looked at him with pleading eyes.
His eyes crinkled around the edges as he smiled back at you.
“As you wish.”
Your heart swelled as he went to put the DVD on, and you settled down together. You really were feeling so much better and maybe this was just the thing you had needed.
The doorbell went and you paused the film as Ethan went to answer the door and pay for the delivery. You went to the kitchen and found plates for you both and some cutlery. You were sorting out some glasses of water when Ethan brought the food through to plate up.
Once you had shared out the food between you, you both went and settled on the sofa and started the film again. You watched and chatted whilst you ate. The food was delicious. Soon, you were too full to eat anything else and the film had finished.
“Ethan, do you want to pick a film?” You asked. Seeing the look on his face as he went to answer, you followed with “I insist”.
“Ok.” He nodded. “I choose…” He looked at the DVD shelves and paused dramatically. “I choose Withering Heights!”
You grinned up at him. His eyes sparkled as he knew you wouldn’t argue with his choice.
“Perfect choice, sweetheart.” You answered.
The DVD started and Ethan and you settled on the sofa. You curled into his side with your head on his lap and your blanket wrapped around you. He absentmindedly stroked your hair and you sighed contentedly.
Next thing you remembered, you felt weightless. You opened your eyes confused and realised your husband was carrying you to bed.
“Oh, Ethan! I’m so sorry!” you cried softly as you realised you must have fallen asleep.
He kissed your forehead gently.
“Do not apologise for needing rest. This is exactly what I wanted for you. I want you to be able to relax and recuperate.” He countered.
He laid you on the bed and pulled the bedding down. You crawled onto your side, and he pulled the sheets up over you. He undressed as you watched him.
“I feel like I’m being watched,” he laughed. “Good job for you… I like it.”
He slid into the bed behind you, and you scooted back to lie against him. His arms held you tightly from behind and he kissed your neck softly.
“Goodnight, my love. I love you so very much and I’m glad I could show you this evening how appreciated you are.” He whispered into your ear.
“I love you, Ethan.” You replied sleepily.
You drifted off to sleep feeling relaxed and calm, safe in the arms of the man you loved. At that moment, everything was perfect.
Note: i hope this didnt get your hopes high about me returning to this account, i just thought it was better to post it here considering people might enjoy this. stay safe, loveyall
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redrose-arrow · 3 years ago
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Duncan x Halt anon here!!! this is one of the last coherent hcs i have about these two (the rest are kinda random, just cute little things I think would apply to this ship) ANYWAY IM HAVINF THE TIME OF MY LIFE LETS GOOOO
OKAY SO CAITLYN’S DEATH. I’m imagining this is set sometime after the Early Years series, before Halt takes on Gilan as an apprentice; anyway, Duncan gets a letter one day from Clonmel and he opens it to see that it’s an invitation to the funeral of the Hibernian princess Caitlyn O’Carrick—it’s protocol that whenever someone Royal/generally important dies, a letter is sent to all kingdoms who are on good terms with the deceased/kingdom of the deceased informing them of the death (along with an invite to the funeral). This was only put in place because it’s not great fun to show up at a ball or party and be like “Hey how is [blank] doing?” only to have [blank]’s mother burst into tears and run out of the ballroom—kinda puts a damper on the evening (Duncan has learned this the hard way. He’s not keen on repeating that mistake, so he makes sure to read through all his mail carefully)
So he gets this letter, goes “Clonmel? funny, that’s where Halt is from” and puts it aside for a second to continue rifling through his mail. Then the lightbulb goes off on his head and he‘s like “WAIT, THAT’S WHERE HALT IS FROM” and dives for the invitation. There’s more information regarding the place it’ll be held (a private funeral service in Dun Kilty, which will then be opened to the public so they can pay their respects) and other details like what time, the dress code, etc etc, but all Duncan can think right now is: Caitlyn O’Carrick is gone. Halt’s sister is dead.
Then another thought: does Halt know?
Duncan is pretty sure he doesn’t—Halt doesn’t keep in touch with anyone from his past, not that there were many people he’d want to keep in touch with anyway. But Caitlyn was important to him, the one person who’d actually given a damn about him, and Duncan realizes with a growing sense of dread that he’s gonna have to tell Halt about her passing. Reluctantly he sends a messenger boy to fetch the Ranger (“not extremely urgent, but I’d like to see him by the end of the day”) and excuses himself to his chambers. Halt rolls in sometime around mid-afternoon with a “you wanted to see me?” Duncan, letter in hand, pit in his stomach, tells him to sit. “If this is about the seal that I allegedly carry in my bag,” Halt says as he sits, “then you should know that Crowley is a lying bastard who couldn’t tell a horse from a boat. I don’t know how he manages to hit what he’s aiming at with that eyesight, but—“ he cuts off when Duncan holds the letter out to him. He raises an eyebrow, meeting Duncan’s grim gaze. Without another word he takes the letter, unfolds it, and reads.
There’s no visible change in Halt’s expression; he’s stoic as always, but Duncan knows him now, sees the way his fingers tighten on the paper, knows by the way he stills that his mind is struggling to process the information he’s been given. Neither man speaks until Duncan breaks the heavy silence: “The funeral is in a week’s time. I’ve already written and sent a letter confirming my attendance at the service.” No reaction from Halt, so Duncan takes a breath and says, “I think you should come with me.” He goes on for a little about how he can station Crowley at Redmont in Halt’s absence, how he’ll explain Halt’s seemingly unnecessary company for the trip, precautions they can take so nobody recognizes his similarities to the King Ferris; then he trails off when he realizes that Halt’s not really listening, just staring blankly at the unassuming letter that brought his entire world to a screeching halt. Duncan walks over and rests a hand on the man’s shoulder: “If you decide to come with,” he says quietly, “I’ll be ready and waiting by the front gate at dawn.” He spares one last glance at Halt’s frozen expression, gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze and walks out. When Duncan returns an hour later, Halt is gone, and the letter is resting on the chair where he’d sat.
Three days later and Duncan’s ready and waiting, sitting on his horse with a pack pony shuffling impatiently behind them. It looks like Halt isn’t coming and he’s about to leave when he hears the familiar clop-clop of a Ranger horse, just as Halt rides into view on Abelard. He slows to a stop, and if the shadows under his eyes are a little darker than usual then Duncan doesn’t mention it. The two of them share a look; finally Duncan inclines his head, turns to whisper a few instructions to his chamberlain, and takes off, Halt following closely behind.
The funeral is nice enough; Duncan attends the private service, leaving Halt alone in their shared guest room, and later in the evening Halt slips away to watch the public service from the shadows. When he leaves, there’s a brightly coloured wildflower in his hand that’s gone when he returns. Duncan doesn’t ask. (He doesn’t say all that much, actually; the sight of the grave next to Caitlyn’s, a polished gray slab with intricate patterns and a marking etched into the stone that reads ‘HALT O’CARRICK, CROWN PRINCE’ has him feeling ill for the rest of the trip.)
I’m still not 100% decided on the details—I’d like to think that Duncan wanders around the castle a little bit, stopping to stare at the portraits of the O’Carrick family hanging from the walls and trying not to do a double-take every time he sees and/or hears Ferris talk. And how would Halt react to seeing Ferris again? I am ALSO not sure about this but in general I think it would just be a lot of Halt grieving quietly with Duncan standing by him in a silent show of support. (after all, it’s not like anyone else can be there—nobody else can know that Halt’s sister has died, and even if he did tell anyone the abridged version without the gruesome details, they wouldn’t fully understand how much she meant to him. Duncan doesn’t say “I’m sorry for your loss”, because he knows Halt well enough to know that the man despises empty platitudes. So he just...stays with him, and watches over him, and reminds him that he’s not alone.)
if I hadn’t already shipped Halt and Duncan because of your previous headcanon, I would now. It is absolute b e a u t i f u l.
I love Duncan’s conflicted emotions, Halt’s silenced anger - Halt’s supposed gravestone?? I never even thought of that but it’s an amazing detail. The dialogue is spot on, too.
You too, anon, THANK YOU for dropping this in my inbox. I TOO AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE
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quietmyfearswith · 4 years ago
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perfect fit {ransom drysdale x fem!reader}
perfect fit {ransom drysdale x fem!reader} 
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status — completed 
warnings — cursing, unprotected penetrative sex (pls be safe when havinf sex), mirror sex, semi-public sex, degradation (slight), oral sex (female receiving), mentions of blood and being poked (briefly and not detailed)
word count — 3,370 words
a/n — lmao i have no shame i got inspired to write this because of an something i listened to which had a similar premise. i had a sequel in mind but idk if im gonna write that since i have a lot of fics planned out. feedback is appreciated and hope u guys have a lovely day !! :> 
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It was something no one expected Ransom to do; but he did it anyway.
He was just lounging in his home one day and he took one of the many notebooks he had lying around and suddenly found himself sketching different clothing articles. By the time he was able to tear his focus and hands away from the notebook, it was already 11:45 at night, “Huh, so in the past five hours I was able to design 11 clothes,” he quietly thought to himself as he closed the notebook that contained his ideas and headed to bed.
The following day consisted mostly of doing two things; more designing and making calls. He was looking for possible suppliers who could give him the materials he needed in order to bring his designs to life. He also ordered his assistant to look for tailors who were willing to sew and stitch them to life, as he did not have any intentions on making those himself. Searching for a place to lease to station where the clothes would be made and sold was also something he did.
All of that happened almost 19 months ago; Ransom just suddenly had the idea of creating his own clothing line and he was successful in that endeavor. His brand was known for its eloquent and classy designs, while still being comfortable and affordable. It was also a bonus that the materials they used were cruelty-free and vegan; though this wasn’t really his idea, something his assistant had suggested and something he mindlessly agreed with as he was burying himself in designing a dress.
When his family found out about his current endeavor, there were various reactions in response. Joni seemed to be legitimately excited to see if Ransom’s design would match her taste and even told him how she was willing to post about his line on her Instagram. Meg and Walt finally had something in common as they both teased him and questioned his sexuality since he suddenly became interested in fashion; even his own father silently had the same thoughts and concerns. His mother, however, was somewhat proud of her son following in her footsteps and making a name for himself. While Harlan was surprised on how he was persistent in pursuing fashion, for he always thought that his first grandson would be his successor in terms of writing and in handling the publishing company.
Ransom, having had enough of their judgmental comments and half-assed support, snapped at them once he broke the news as they were enjoying dessert, “Alright, all of you, eat shit! No offense, Mom, but you had a loan from Granddad and without his money you’d be nowhere! Joni, cut the shit! We all know you rely on those brand deals you have and of course, on our family’s money. And Walt? At least I’m gonna make something of my own! Unlike you who just relies heavily on the books Granddad gives you to publish. And what the fuck does fashion have to do with one’s sexuality? If clothes make people gay then why are you wearing that sorry excuse of an outfit? Scared people might find your dick too small?” 
And with that, he left the house as a sea of screams and commotion followed him, but he chose to ignore it of course.
In the span of those 19 months, his clothing line took off. Critics spoke highly of it, consumers couldn't get enough of his designs, and he was being constantly praised for his creativity. So it made Ransom feel as if he was on top of the world.
After his designs being featured on various fashion shows and being worn by numerous celebrities, the pressure to put out equally great designs was taking a toll on Ransom. Hence why he often spends time on the main store and headquarters he had in Boston. The place was fairly spacious — it had an office for where he could have meetings or design some of his clothes, a spacious and luxurious space for the customers to try on the clothes, rows of sewing machine next to an array of cloth for the workers whom he fairly compensated for their hard work, and even a small circular platform placed in front of mirrors for alterations. 
Ransom advised his staff to go home early to enjoy the start of the weekend and he would be the one to close the store and balance what they had already sold and what was left. As he was busy in the counter checking the log and counting the money, he heard the chimes of the bell that hung above the door make a sound, directing his attention to where a lovely woman stepped into the store and it felt as if all the oxygen in his body left his body with how breathtaking the woman was.
“We’re about to close in a few minutes,” was all he managed to let out as the woman stood on the opposite side of the counter; she just smiled as she placed the gown wrapped in plastic down on the counter, “Oh? I’m so sorry but I was just wondering if I can have this gown altered? I bought it hastily last week and only got to try it on two days ago since I was incredibly busy with work and realized how loose it was on me.”
He looked down on the gown as he spoke, “Yeah well we close earlier on Fridays so,” prolonging the word so, he noticed how she moved as if she was about to exit the establishment, but he wondered, “What is the work you do that kept you busy?”
The question surprised both of them; Ransom didn’t know as to why he was curious about it, but it probably had to do with how he just wanted an excuse to talk to her and listen to her soothing voice. While Y/N didn’t realize that those were one of the requirements in order to have a dress altered, she told him anyway what kept her busy.
Nodding his head, he made an impulsive decision, “My assistants just left, but I can take care of it. It shouldn’t be a big problem” Her eyes lit up excitedly and she smiled widely and thanked him for being able to accommodate her. “Just go to one of the dressing rooms and change to the gown, and head to where the platform is — just right across, okay?” She nodded and followed to where his hands pointed to where he’d be waiting for her.
As she scurried off to the change, he found himself questioning himself as he switched off the open sign, grabbed a notebook, pen, and measuring tape, and waited for her to come out. Why the hell am I making such an effort for her? And when she did step out of the dressing room and made her way to step on the circular elevated platform, he remembered just why he was going out of his way to serve her; because she looked fucking gorgeous, especially seeing her wear a gown he designed.
Standing on the platform, she shyly looked at him to which he found adorable, “Why don’t you spin around slowly for me?” She nodded and did so, “What seems to be the problem with the gown?”
With her back facing him, she craned her neck and replied, “I found the length to be too long, I’m afraid I might trip on it,” as she faced him he noticed how he was standing dangerously close, and his facial features were dead serious, “So you just want to trim it a bit?”
She nodded, “Would it be possible to create a slit?” And just as she made that suggestion, she bunched up a bit of the gown and showed him how she wanted the slit to look like; but all it did to Ransom was make him drool with how luscious and soft her legs looked like. “Okay, yeah that’s something we can do.” 
Grabbing a small container full of sewing pins he took hold of the bunched up fabric she held in her hand and told her he got it. “You know when I designed these gowns, you were exactly the target buyers I had in mind,” she tilted her to the side, confused with what he meant so he further explained, “Gorgeous, elegant, and absolutely stunning; especially once they wear my clothes.”
Her cheeks suddenly became a dark shade of red as she tried to shrug off his compliment, “Well I don’t really wear these kinds of clothes, but when a wedding comes, you have to.” As he was placing the pins on the fabrics, he looked up from where he was sitting on the platform, him being eye level with her thigh was doing nothing to prevent him from nursing a hard on, “A wedding you say?” 
Snatching a glance from where her hands rested on her hips to get out of his way, he took note of the lack of ring and voiced out his observation, “I’m not seeing any ring on both your hands, so I’m gonna assume that you’re not the bride?” She laughed softly and shook her head, “No, I'm not the bride-to-be, my best friend is.”
“Good to know,” Ransom said softly and she didn’t hear it well and was about to question what he just said as she felt the sewing pins poke her skin. “Ow, fuck!” She yelped, which made the designer realize that instead of piercing through the dress, he accidently lightly grazed her leg. “Fuck, I’m sorry!” He apologized as he pulled the pin and wiped her upper thigh that started to bleed a little. 
Feeling his warm hand envelope her hand and the thumb swiping away the crimson liquid, made her feel tingly as she looked down on him. Inching his face closer to her thigh, he looked up at her as his lips touched the area that he unintentionally hurt her in, “I’m so sorry for hurting you,” Y/N was stunned as his lips were back on her thigh after apologizing. 
Breathlessly, she just nodded and was surprised both his hands took a hold of her ankles and were softly caressing her just like how his lips were being gentle with her flesh. As his hands were sliding up towards her shins, she could feel the goosebumps on her skin rise, and by the time they reached her thighs, that was the only time Ransom detached his lips from her skin, “You taste divine, baby girl. But I’m not done with making it up to you.”
Having a sudden surge of confidence, Y/N spoke out, “Then keep kissing me if you want to make it up to me.” Ransom too, was surprised because this meek-looking beauty demanded him to do something, “I beg your pardon?” It was her turn to be brave and brazen as she smirked down on him, “Keep on kissing my thighs or else I’ll leave a bad review of your services.”
Quickly, Ransom placed his lips back on her thigh, kissing and smooching every inch he could find; he wasn’t sure if he was threatened with how his business could be negatively affected or was he just turned out at the prospect of being told by this beautiful woman to keep on admiring her figure.
Tangling her fingers on his hair, she tugged at him and guided her where she wanted his mouth as he gave verbal directions, “Higher, baby, kiss me higher.” Though his eyes were darkened with pleasure of having to know what her skin tastes like and aroused with how he met someone who was able to tell her what she wants and bosses him around; he’s never had someone do that to him, for it was always him calling the shots.
Poking his tongue out, he traced over the outline of her lace underwear which resulted in her letting out a moan and tightening her grip on his hair — urging him to keep going. Moving from her thigh, he kissed his way until he was face to face with the center of her pussy. Inhaling her scent, he closed his eyes as he groaned and took in her addictive scent and lunged forward to kiss and lick her clothed core. Even with the fabric in its way, he was nipping on her pussy lips and licking through it, getting a faint taste of her.
“Oh, more please,” she gasped out in pleasure; and with that plea Ransom moaned as he tore his mouth from where he was making out with her clit and smirked as she heard her sigh at the sudden loss of contact. Looking up at her, he gave her a grin as he asked, “Did you honestly think you would be the one who’ll call all the shots, baby?”
Somehow, her crimson red cheeks managed to turn into an even deeper shade of it at what he said. He then moved to pull her panties down her legs, he didn’t even wait for her to kick them out of her as he immediately licked from her clit down to her opening. Moaning out, she trembled a bit and Ransom’s hands latched themselves onto her thighs to help prevent her from falling.
“Careful now baby girl,” he warned her as he looked up to see her flushed face starting to drip with sweat, his lips never fully removing themselves from her clit so with every word he spoke the vibrations was felt throughout her core, “Wouldn’t want you to injure yourself. How are you gonna turn up to the wedding then?” 
As he finished his question, his tongue pushed itself into her tight opening and swirled around inside. Feeling dainty fingers push his face further, he was able to get a better taste of her juices that began to drip down to his tongue and he hissed at how delectable they were. Pulling out his tongue from her pussy, he immediately licked his way up to her swollen clit, “You taste amazing, baby,” he moaned out as he focused his efforts into sucking her clit hard and fast, feeling her thighs began to shake — a sign that she was close to her orgasm.
But Ransom wouldn’t let her cum right away, his left hand left the warmth of her thigh and slapped her clit multiple times, she opened her eyes in shock and looked down on the designer, aroused and elated with what he did. Getting the hint that she enjoyed what he did he teased her by saying, “You like it when I slap that clit?” Seeing how she nodded and bit her lip, he went on and slapped her clit multiple times but with not a lot of force, and his tongue went on to caress her tight opening until she once again began to quiver. 
“God you’re such a filthy slut,” he stated as he stopped the movements his tongue and hand were doing, and went on to bite lightly her thigh, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you. Have to make sure my customer leaves this place satisfied with my services.” As he mentioned the double entendre, his voice was laced with desire and hunger.
Giving her thigh one last kiss, he stood up from the platform and placed his hands on her hips and lifted her so she stood on the ground just like he was. Grabbing the back of her neck, he pushed her against him so their lips met and they began to hungrily make out. Her hands were at his cheeks, softly grazing his cheeks which contradicts how their tongues were roughly dancing with each other. While Ransom’s other hand was feeling for the zipper on her back, unzipping it and pushing the dress off of her.
Moving both his hands to touch her back, he noticed the lack of bra and felt how her nipples harden against the fabric of his shirt, he separated their lips from where they were entangled and looked down to see her breasts, “Such a nasty little girl you are, aren’t you? Wearing this gown with no bra underneath, like you wanted me to see just how good your boobs are.”
She shook her head, “The gown goes well best without a bra,” she defended. Amused with her reply Ransom decided that they’ve had enough foreplay; both his hands planted on her hips and pulled her back so it was flush against his front, “And you know what would go best with your divine body? My cock and cum,” one of his hands grabbed onto his cock and rubbed the tip of it against her folds, feeling her shudder at the sensation, “So come on and take it.”
“Shit baby girl, you’re so tight for a slut,” Ransom groaned as he threw his head back with how her walls squeezed his hard dick in one smooth motion. The hand that guided his cock in repositioned itself and held onto her hair, pulling her head back and arching her back away from his chest, which contrasted the way her ass was pushing back to accommodate Ransom’s cock.
Hand in her hair and the other on her hip, Ransom was pulling her into his cock with sharp, fast, and harsh thrusts; while her moans and whines did nothing but to fuel him to drive his thick meat deeper in her. “You like this don’t you, baby? You like how I’m just ramming into you like you’re nothing but a whore?” He taunted as he let go of her hip and began to rub, twist, and pull at her nipples.
Y/N could only nod, too blissed out to give out a verbal response for the way he was deliciously torturing her nipples disabled her from forming a coherent sentence, much less a thought. Unhappy with how she responded, he let go of her hair and slapped both her ass cheeks, “Answer me! Tell me you like it!”
She went still for a moment due to the sting of his slaps, she widened her eyes and peered over her shoulder to look at him, “I love it! I love how you’re treating me, sir.” The title she had given him made him even more feral as he ordered her, “Look in the mirror slut, look at how desperate you are for me.”
Feeling shy from seeing her blissed out state on the reflection, she instead diverted her gaze on the man behind her who was mercilessly pounding into her. She found it absolutely hot how his jaw was clenched so hard and his eyebrows were furrowed; it made her clench down on him hard which led to Ransom to slam deep inside her and grab onto her shoulders, “You’re close aren’t you, baby? You’re about to cum on my cock aren’t you?” She nodded and whined, “Yes, sir, I’m so close. Please let me cum,” he chuckled in appreciation, she begged him to cum without even telling her to do so. 
Speeding up the pace of his thrusts, his one hand was now alternating with rubbing and pinching her clit, in order to get her right on the edge. His lips were resting against her ear, his pants were only turning her on even more and with a final pinch of his fingers, she was cumming hard and with a loud wail.
Feeling how her walls squeezed him too tight to the point he couldn’t move anymore, Ransom stilled inside her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, “Fuck, you feel good.” After a couple of breaths, Ransom collapsed to sit down on the platform, taking her with him. Sitting down, he took the time to steady his breaths and recover from the intensity of their intercourse and orgasm. 
Snaking his hand to her cheek, he tilted her head enough for him to plant his lips on hers and let her give a faint taste of her own juices and he pulled apart from her not without planting a small kiss, “The gown will be ready in a week, baby. And it’s on me.”
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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years ago
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R/q: Say, you do call Chisaki as a devil sometimes. So how about a Au??? Where Kai is a summoned dempn by reader and she is terrified at the thought of being cursed by him; while the jackass is like 'oh great filth for me to watch over.' But Ima a sappt for love so they slowy fall for each other thank you byeeee
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Never on your life you would have thought that something like this woud have happened only because of a bit of curiosity and you reading out loud some sentences of a purple old book you found.
The ground cracked whiel the room grew hotter and hotter before a circle with a unknow sign appeared in front of you and you screamed when green flames apeared along with a demon, golden eyes piercing your soul as you laid on the floor, terrified.
"Which filthy disguting soul dares to sumon me?" The voice, contrary to the room and the half man and demon in fron of you which was hot as fuck, spoke in utterly coldness as flames danced aroun his arms and around both of you.
"I-I-fuck- W-Well I-"
"Answer for once!" He shouted in anger and the flames grew wider at that.
"Please don't kill me I swear I didn't mean it for you to be summoned or whatever the fuck is what you call." You blurted out as the flames dissapeared along with the annoyed sigh and a flick of fomger from the demon.
"A dumb and worthless human I see."
"Hey." You called out while getting the courage to stand up "Don't need to be rude oh mighty demon you can just leave."
"I can't idiot." He sighed and pointed at the book "When you summon me, you are stuck with a curse."
"Pardon me- CURSE?!" you shouted and the demon glared down at you.
"You're deaf or something? Next time think before summoning something from hell."
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
"You're too loud." He growled while looking up in both annoyance and despair as he pinched his nose.
Aparently after two weeks ypu discovered that the curse was sorta of having a very annoying man by your side and not leaving you alone. The bastard scoffed at everthing about your world and pointed out how it was ridiculous or wrong, and seemed even to throw a fit about your apartment not being clean enough.
"So...?" The demon glanced away from the book to arch an eyebrow at you from the couch he was sitting "How long you're staying-?"
"Until you make a pact or die." He replied nonchantly before flipping the page while your eye twitched at his behaviour.
"Seems like demons don't have much manners."
"Manners isn't necessary on hell. You will get used to it."
"...wait- I AM GOING TO HELL?!"
"Probably."
You were freaking out, and this was only the final of the first week.
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Time passed by and you finally were getting used to the demon living with you. He stayed on his natural form behind closed doors but when he was forced to went outside due to your habbits, his worns and black wings quickly dissapeared, remaining golden eyes stayed the same while he summoned a type of mask for him to use.
When you asked the first time why he basically told you to mind your own bussines but eventually you found out this particulary demon had a certain problem with germs.
You were ordering two drinks as your conpanion stood at least oen foot away from you as the cashier handed the orders with a smile.
"Have a nice evening young couple!" You blushed hard at their words as the man demon deadpanned and just continue on his walk to putsidw of the mini shop.
The walk was awkward to say at least but in the middle of it he decided to break the silence.
"You humans tend to be very stupid."
"Geez thanks for the compliment as always unknow demon that I dont even know the name of." You grumbled, face hot as the words of that cashier feplayed in your mind.
"Sarcasm is not your fort idiot. And you will know my name when I want you to know."
"Well, you're practically living with me jackass. Some respect is apreciated." You said in annoyance while grabbing your keys to enter your apartment.
In one snap of his fingers you felt as if someone had just punched you in the gut just after you had unlocked the door. The demon just entered the apartment nonchantly, soon back to his demon form and throwing the empty cup of his drink perfectly on the trash can.
"Learn your place and I might consider on treating you like something that is not just a playtoy or a debt."
Motherfu-
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"This seems like one of the thing about here that you don't complain." You smiled at the man watching some type of another documentary about mafias.
"Just happens to be interesting. Nothing more neither less." He spoke nonchantly, not even gazing away fron the T.v. You smiled while rolling your eyes before the sound of the door bell called you to answer it.
Welp. More like to greet a gun.
"This is a robbery madam. Move and I will shot." The man said grufily as you extended your hands up quivering.
"I-Im sorry sir b-but I got nothi-"
"I warned ya." You went to beg for your life before flinching at the sound of the gunshot, but opening your eyes you saw the back of the man you've been living with for months now.
He had just bent a gun, the barrel now pointing at the ceiling with the bullet mark as the thief trembled with fear at the show of the inhuman strengh in front of him. The demon glared at him, horns apearing as well as his wings in full display as the green flames surrounded the three of you. He grabbed the thief by the shirt and lifted him up to growl closee to his face.
"Dare to step on here once again and I will make hell seem like a walk on the park to you. Now OUT!" He shouted while throwing the man out as he ran away... and you swore he was crying.
You blinked at the man who patted his hands with a scoff before deciding to open your mouth when he just casualy came back to his spot on the couch to return to watch his documentary.
"W-what- What was that?"
"Saved your life. You're welcome."
"Thanks for that but... weren't you going to be free from me if I died?"
You didn't noticed the way his golden eyes widened up neither the face of the realization sucking in that appeared on him.
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You weren't aware of the man watching you from teh door as you slept. But he was inching closer and closer, enough to summon a chair to sit right in front of you to look at your resting face.
"... What type of curse is this? This wasn't suppose to happen. Is impossible." He scoffed before gently tucking an strand of hair of your behind your ear.
"And my foolish self thinking that this was going to be easy..." he sighed, knowing exactly what had happened to him with the evidences of what he feared the most appeared to him.
Evidences that he came to have a aoft spot for you.
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Were you going to hell for havinf fallen to a demon?
That question seemed to curcled at your mind for more time that you would have liked. But how? How could you fall for a man, a demon no less, that you didn't even knew the freaking name?!
He was a nice company despite his annoying tendecies, and ever since he saved you you noticed the subtle signs of care that he showed towards you... or were you simply hallucinating?
"Mind off to somewhere (Y/n)?" You snapped back to reality when the said man, in his "human form" that he choosed to remain for a long time by now, looked down at you with an arched eyebrow and a mug on his hand.
"N-Nothing important really!" You waved your hands with a smile. Blushing a bit when you aw his resting botch face again, cleary speaking that he didn't believed in your words.
"You're horrible at lying. I can tell that." He commented as you mumbled under your breath in embarrassment before wideing your eyes suddenly.
"You just said my name!" You pointed at him before he arched his eyebrow with a smirk.
"Did I?"
"You did!" You exclaimed with a smile, looking up at him but soon turning in embarrassment when you saw how handsome he looked while smilling... sorta.
"Seems like I own at least this since I ac identaly spoke your name. On hell they call me Overhaul, but you are different, so just call me Kai."
You widened your eyes once mlre before nodding with a mouth agape, blushing crinsom red when one gloved finger of his lifted your chin up to make you shut your mouth.
"T-Thank you.. for tellling me finally your name." You smiled at him before he lowered a bit, inches away from your face as his hot breath danced around your face.
"You want to know why only you can call me by that instead of 'Overhaul'?" He whispered before you nod your head slow before soon melting on the kiss the demon gave to you, hands on your waist to prevent your fall as you circled your arms around his neck.
"Am I going to hell for this?" You breathed out when you two broke away as he stared back at your eyes.
"Probably..." he said hesitantly before sighing in relief when you shrugged and started another kiss much more passionate then the one before.
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