I don't know what AU you made fits to have some spicy prompt but I think the "on a wednesday in a cafe" would be def good. So they had a vacation on a beach right? And Gil planned a surprised dinner and yeah after that?????? I refused to believe that nothing happened after that, so please make it happen...THANK YOU! Btw, you decide what you'd like to use on the list...but one thing I know for sure your work would be damn good!!!!!
[Cafe AU]
Set right after chapter 28. Because of course they fucked. OF COURSE.
29. “Touch me there. Right there.”
“As much as I want to take you right here,” his breath tickles her neck, “We should probably get inside before the resort staff show up to clean our dinner.”
“Hm?” She sighs, too wrapped up in her ecstasy to register anything but his “take you right here”, and his fingers are still under her dress, rubbing her clit in languid circles over her panties. He just made her come once but now her body is screaming for another. She whimpers when he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks her arousal off them.
“You taste so good.”
His words barely leave his mouth when she pulls him down for another bruising kiss. He indulgently lets her explore him with her lips and her hands. After all, he’s all hers. She bites his lips slightly when he stands up suddenly and carries her along. He starts walking along the moonlit beach, stopping every once in a while to share long kisses with the lady in his arms, resisting the urge to throw her over his shoulder and run like a caveman.
They finally reach their villa and as he carries her through the threshold, he tries not to dwell on the meaning of this act to prevent himself from collapsing; sometimes making love to her is enough to make him weak in the knees. Thena keeps kissing him, using one of her hands to push them away from the walls and toward their darkened bedroom.
Her back touches the mattress, her dress is quickly but gently removed by him before she feels him cup her breasts briefly, then trace down her body. She grabs his wrists to pause him and sits up to flip the light switch. She kneels on the bed in front of him. When did he get all naked? She runs her hands down his body like he did with hers a few seconds ago, tracing his lines and muscles.
“I want to see you,” she says and kisses him, swiftly changing their positions and in a blink of an eye, he’s on his back. She reaches back to tease his angry red cock, swirling the white dot leaking out of the head with her thumb to hear that sexy sound of his, mixing between a moan and a growl. There it is.
“You’re so…” His praise is cut short as she takes him in all at once. She presses her hands on his chest, her eyes roll back and she starts riding him almost immediately, so wet that she doesn’t have to wait. Seeing her in that state of pleasure, knowing he is the cause, something primal takes over him and he grits his teeth to keep it in check. The moment she slows down to kiss him, he takes hold of her hips and pulls her pink folds apart to look at where they’re joined.
“Fuck me,” he croaks, and thrusts up.
“Yes, yes,” she responds in earnest, taking his hands to press them against her breasts, swiveling her hips on every down stroke. He squeezes her nipples and she throws her head back, shaking and writhing. Her neck is exposed to his mouth and he latches on it, licking and sucking while she rides out her orgasm. Somehow he manages to stall his release, falling back on the pillows with her slick body drapes atop him, he keeps thrusting with that same speed.
“Again, come again,” his fingers dig into her hips and she arches back, urging him on. Her moans are so close to his ear, her scent fills his nose and his mouth tastes of her. He wishes he had more hands and another mouth. Thena, Thena, Thena.
He spreads her globes wider, his fingers accidentally brush her asshole and she nearly shrieks. She bears down on him, “Again. Touch me there.”
It takes him a second to realize what she’s saying. He presses his middle finger against her rectum once more, “Here?”
“Right there,” her voice comes out like a sob. Her mind goes blank, her body takes over. He thrusts and presses and squeezes until his vision blurs. They swallow each other’s moans, moving in tandem and folding into each other like two pieces of a puzzle.
Eventually, there’s only the sound of waves seeping through their room and their little satisfied sounds, murmuring sweet nothings to each other.
“You’re so full of surprises,” he finishes his sentence.
“I know,” she smiles against his lips.
“And maybe,” he lifts his head to kiss her shoulder, “I’m thinking about you trying that with me as well.”
“Really?” She cups his face to stop him from turning away. He’s blushing furiously when he nods.
“Now you’re full of surprises.”
She allows him to shut her up with another kiss. Her precious, darling Gilgamesh.
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god what really gets me about dead boy detectives and what i think i love so much about the show and the relationships in it is that like. the romantic and sexual relationships aren't portrayed as being more unique or important than the platonic relationships. they're all just RELATIONSHIPS.
charles and crystal's attraction to each other and eventual hookup isn't this big end-all be-all relationship that shatter charles and edwin's friendship and draws charles' attention away from edwin; it's just a THING that happens. they're just two people that care about each other and happen to also be attracted to each other, and a hook-up happens, then they decide that neither of them are in the right place for it and it's nothing awful. crystal kisses charles, but it isn't some big spectacle of her declaring her love for him; it's just her saying goodbye and that she cares about him, like her hugs with niko and jenny and her handshake with edwin.
edwin realizes he loves charles romantically and tells him, and charles says he doesn't really love edwin romantically BACK, but it's okay, because they still love each other so much in so many other ways that this one tiny difference could never change them—and it doesn't!! they're still just as close, still care for each other just as much, still SHOW that care for each other just as much. their relationship didn't completely end because edwin loved charles in a way charles couldn't reciprocate, but at the same time it isn't "solved" by edwin getting over it, because there's nothing TO solve. it's just another type of love, added to everything that already exists between them. and they have LITERALLY FOREVER to figure out what it means.
the relationships between edwin & niko, crystal & niko, and crystal & edwin aren't given any less weight for being solely platonic, just as charles & crystal's relationship and edwin's feelings for charles aren't given (that much) MORE weight for being romantic. crystal and charles' conflict in the closet is about EDWIN, about how they're BOTH his friend and BOTH want to get him back; it has very little to do with the feelings between THEM, romantic or otherwise. similarly, the weight of charles' and edwin's relationship isn't diminished in the LEAST by charles not reciprocating the romantic side of his feelings (or SAYING he doesn't reciprocate, at least—we can all argue about the legitimacy of that in the notes).
i'm sure there are more examples than this, as well as probably some examples that CONTRADICT this, but like... by and large, it feels like dead boy detectives is a show where all the relationships are given equal weight regardless of platonic, sexual, romantic, or familial status, and as someone on both the asexual and aromantic spectrums who has struggled time and time again with shows casting out the importance of all other relationships in favor of prioritizing romance, that is INCREDIBLY refreshing to see.
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it is healing to come onto this blog and see basic respect for diasbility after being in other corners of the fandom and reading the words “snowkit could never be a warrior because he wouldnt know what anything is. he wouldnt even know what a clan is because nobody could explain it to him” said in full seriousness
Im..... That statement is so ableist I cannot even imagine the worldview you'd need to have in order to come up with that.
They really think the only way anyone learns anything is through verbal-speaking-words-noises? No one has ever observed something before? Not even once?
This is beyond touching grass, this person just fell out of the fucking Jurassic Period when all they had was ferns and stegosaurs.
I just...
OH YES. I remember my first day of Society Lessons as a hearing person, where the everything was explained to me. Via Audiobook. FIRST they spoke and said, "you are standing on the ground." It was a life changing revelation, and the world began to spin.
But it did not stop.
THEN they said, "there are fingers on your hands." The sensation of flesh and bone crackling into existence is indescribable, but I did not yet know pain, until they told me, "that hurts." I began screaming immediately.
And yet... it continued.
They explained so much. Chairs. Tables. Walls. The sky. Frogs. Ionizing radiation. Breathing. I was told all of it, in one sitting, and only then did I understand. Only when my ears were bursting with normal hearing knowledges, did they begin... my final test.
A strange wall-chair-finger emerged from the sky-of-the-wall, stood on the ground several times, until it was in front of me. A second one came behind it, this one slimmer. The audiobook gave these things names;
Human. Father. Mother. Door. Walking. It was completely impossible to know what these things were until that very moment.
I watch a human dip a hook into water and produce a fish, and I recall my Society Lessons where they called that "fishing." I am decked in the face by a nefarious hooligan, and I have only the audiobook to thank when I know I have been "punched" by a "bad guy." It was only the magic of verbal-speaking-words-noise that made me understand that there are "other people" and that they "do stuff."
Sometimes, even, in "groups."
Before the Society Lessons Audiobook, I knew nothing. I was pure, innocent, uncorrupted by concepts such as "parents" and "door." I am grateful every day that there is no such concept as "being shown things" or "simple logical reasoning" or "looking."
Blessed be those amongst us who escape the horrors of the Society Lessons Audiobook. I pray that you never learn what anything is. Be free! Free as a bird, which also knows nothing and famously cannot learn. 🤗
DEAF/HOH FOLLOWERS I'm losing my mind do you want me to bump a 'Hearing Disabilities Herb Guide' to the top of my priorities? Something you can use to bludgeon whackadoodles like that. This is ridiculous
Obviously not a MEDICINE guide but like; common causes of hearing disability in clan cats. Accommodations for hearing loss vs congenital deafness. Actual difficulties of not having that sense Clan-by-Clan. Debunking of misconceptions like... not being able to learn APPARENTLY.
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i have... ✨Danyal Al Ghul Headcanons✨ but specifically for my yaelokre danyal oneshot
There's also the tumblr post here but I recommend the link in the title because its the ao3 version, and that one is edited and has some stuff in it that's not in the tumblr post, and will be the version I'm using.
So for summary: this Danyal is also from a Demon Siblings Au where Danny is five years older than Damian. However, things turned out a bit differently, and Danny and Damian had a fantastic relationship with one another. Danny loved music and regularly came up with songs to sing to Damian with. Specifically the folk band Yaelokre's EP "Hayfields" (seriously go fucking listen to it its sooo good. Harpy Hare is the second song but its my favorite. Special shoutout to @gascansposts for introducing the band to me)
He falls off a train when he's twelve and Damian is seven while the two of them and Talia are on mission. He ends up with magically induced amnesia and wakes up in Arkansas while the Fentons are on their yearly Divorce-iversary visit to Aunt Alica, and since he can only remember his name, he ends up being taken into their care.
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Yaelokre Danny has the same facial scar as Things in Threes Danyal, since he was initially another version of him where things turned out better. I'm debating on whether or not I should take it away however, and give him a different scar (maybe from when he fell off the train?), just because the scar is a pretty key identifier for Ti3 Danyal.
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Danny frequently visits Aunt Alicia in Arkansas! Well, only after he gets settled in and stuff. He doesn't really like the city that much and prefers the countryside where Alicia lives. I know she lives in a cabin but I'm changing it to a farm, so she puts Danny to work and gets him to help her.
I don't want to confine his hobbies to only being star stuff, because people tend to have more than one hobby and I feel like it reduces him to one-dimensionality, so he likes to garden, and learns guitar. His room becomes filled with plants, and he turns their roof into a rooftop greenhouse right below to OPS Center.
He has a complex relationship with the weapons from his past, but he's not... like... appalled by it? When he finds his weapons in the Fenton attic all he thinks is that they're his weapons, and he starts carrying a knife on him afterwards. Essentially he becomes fascinated with weaponry because its one of the few physical ties he has to his past, and while he's not training like he is in the League, he allows his strong muscle memory to guide him through his katas.
Danny likes climbing things. This causes Problems For Everyone Else.
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Danny was not the "kinder Al Ghul" in the League. His kindness extended to his brother and family, and that's it. To everyone else he had high expectations out of them, and the pride you'd expect from the grandson of Ra's Al Ghul and trained by its top members. While he wasn't like, unnecessarily cruel or anything, he wasn't merciful either.
This transfers post-train fall as him coming off as no-nonsense and unforgiving. He's not fond of the idea of giving people second chances, and is skeptical of the idea. He's disgusted by incompetency and views it as an unforgivable offense, especially if he thinks that the person should know better, although he's not sure why. Some egocentrism for the soul.
He doesn't like being touched by anyone who isn't family, and gets irritated when anyone grabs him or holds onto him for extended amounts of time. Dash has gotten hit so many times. With Jack Fenton's tendency for abrupt physical affection, it doesn't make it any better. I'd argue it'd make it worse because Danny doesn't want to be touched more often than not.
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Danyal had a red scarf in the League that he wore on his last mission, it came off before he fell off and caught itself on the roof. Damian still has it and took it with him to Wayne Manor. He's got it locked in his room and takes it out when he's alone and missing Danny the most. One time he forgot to put it away before leaving his room, and Dick was visiting the manor for something and found it. Damian found him holding it and freaked out.
Dick could only say "I've never seen you wear this, Damian, this is really pretty--" before Damian shoved him to the floor and stole it out of his hands, before screaming at him; "Don't touch this! You don't ever touch this! This is mine! You hear me!?"
It caused such a commotion that the rest of the family present came to see what the fuss was about, and Damian kicked them all out of his room. Dick is the one brother Damian's the closest with, so the fact he reacted so strongly shocked them all.
This is likely what leads to the "Danyal" conversation.
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