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Promptober day 15: crow đŚââŹ
#promptober2024#DBDA#dbda fanart#save dead boy detectives#save dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#art#my art#dc#the sandman universe#monty finch#crow#crow-turned-boy-turned-crow-again#gay#monty my beloved#guys i love him you dont understand#dbdpromptober2024#dbd netflix#dbd fanart#dbd art#beetlebugâ-1
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would you still love me if i was an immortal witchâs crow that got turned into a human to manipulate you. and i was also into astrology
#average queer#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives agency#dbda#monty the crow#edwin payne#edwin paine#and then i got turned into a crow again
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there are all of 6 fics on ao3 that come up when you search the word âdisabledâ in the dead boy detectives fandom. Iâm dealing with a fibromyalgia flare up rn so Iâve decided to come up with some (potential!) disability/condition/syndrome/etc. headcanons. enjoy!
(oh and just to note: I stayed away from conditions with obvious facial / appearance difference as no actors with facial / appearance difference were cast in the show and I was unsure if it would be appropriate. while I have experience with a lot of the following diagnoses, I do not claim to be an expert on any of them and do not intend for this to be used as a diagnostic tool. if you feel any of these are offensive/inappropriate, please message me and Iâm happy to talk about it :) this is more just to encourage broader disability representation within the fandom!)
Edwin: autistic, PTSD (from hell), chronic pain/fibromyalgia (from his death/hell), minor visual impairment (not enough to need the hard-to-come-by testing needed for glasses when he was alive and so assumed the various limits/effects were normal. was told otherwise by Niko), wouldâve had shingles if lived long enough
Charles: ADHD, PTSD (from his father/growing up in an abusive household), dyslexia, Reynaudâs syndrome (either already born with it or as a result of his deathâboth angsty), was in the beginning stages of an ED prior to his death, post-concussion syndrome, near-sightedness (never given glasses bc he wasnât about to tell his dad the board looked a little blurry sometimes)
Crystal: cPTSD (reminder that neglect is also abuse :), bipolar 1, IBS, endometriosis
Niko: autism, depression, POTS, hEDS, anxiety, sprite-induced agoraphobia, epilepsy, lactose intolerance
Monty: Depersonalization-derealization disorder, selective amnesia (this is not the first times Esther has messed with his form/killed and revived him, but the experience is traumatic and so his brain decides not to remember it), recurrent arrhythmia, synesthesia
Jenny: OCD, BPD, ED recovered, Celiacâs disease, diabetes type 1, anemia
TCK: autism, NPD, lactose intolerance, colourblind
Esther: chronic pain (Iâm choosing to believe that the cane isnât just for show!!), NPD, endometriosis
Tragic Mick: cPTSD, depression, HoH, arthritis, diabetes
(The Night Nurse , the Dandelion Sprites, and various other characters felt either too supernatural and/or not developed enough to assign anything to lmao)
#maybe Iâll give edwin fibromyalgia to project on him again#also just to be clear none of this is meant to demonise or speak poorly on any of these conditions !!!#ppl are just varied and have varied bodies and I think itâs fun to explore that with fictional characters :)#lmk which you agree/donât agree with !!!#also while I donât see most of the characters as deaf/HoH I do think Charles and Niko have the potential to be CODA(s?)#like I think Charlesâs mom and Nikoâs dad couldâve been deaf/HoH#granted idk if Charles would know any BSL bc of his father#but I think Niko would know JSL!#she loses her dad and then has no one to use it with :((((#like her mom maybe stops signing or was never great at signing with her husbandâs death#and Nikoâs fatherâs friends donât really hang around even before sheâs sent to the states yk#let the record show I was very tempted to give Edwin all sorts of chronic shit that was popular at the turn of the century#but like polio felt a bit too far#TCK is based on how cats are ofc#I think Crystal having manic episodes and having to come to terms with the fact that it doesnât make her a bad person would be interesting#also Monty is roughly based on how crows be but like how it would translate wrong if that makes sense#like crows can see more colors than humans so I think that screws with his senses in human form => synesthesia#you could give most of them here ptsd just from the events of the show but that felt too repetitive so I kept it to pre show traumas#lmk what yall think#dead boy detectives#dbda#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko sasaki#monty the crow#jenny the butcher#esther finch#the cat king#tragic mick
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Meet-Cute
Old Man Logan x fem! reader
summary: Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge. Ch. 2 Ch. 3 warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, smut, age gap, reader is 21+, fingering, riding, size difference, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, sweet/good girl, sweetheart), unprotected p in v, light slapping, oral (male! receiving), creampie, car sex (nobody's around tho), logan's slutty glasses. wc: 3k
Hinge. The app designed to be deleted. You smiled as you pushed the cart, daydreaming about chucking your phone into the nearest lake. The few matches that you received often ghosted you after a week, afraid of committing to a real date.
So here you were, aimlessly strolling through a grocery store. Desperately begging the universe for a real man.
You spent an embarrassingly long time curating the perfect outfit to attract a guy worth your time. Casual enough for a quick errand, but still chic. I want to be with someone who admires my confidence. They shouldn't reprimand me for expressing myself.
That's how the feminist part of your brain explained your attire. The other touch-starved half, however, wanted to wear the shortest skirt you owned just to feel men stare holes through it.
You turned into the bakery aisle and pretended to evaluate the nutritional contents of a massive chocolate cake. Maybe this could be plan B, if tonight's endeavor was hopeless.
The comforting hum of fluorescent lights softened the sterile environment around you. Memories of simpler times floated in your mind. Handmade school lunches. Gentle kisses placed on your knee after a bad fall. You closed your eyes, lulled by the promises of love you were granted as a child. Now an adult, you yearned for a partner that could nurture you in a romantic way.
Logan overheard a bag of produce spill onto the floor as he picked up a shopping basket. The cashier dropped it when he saw Logan's blood-stained dress shirt.
Mumbling a string of profanity, he decided to release some steam. "Show's over!" he snapped, flippantly tossing his right arm behind him.
Ignoring the shocked gasps of the other shoppers, Logan sulked further into the store in search of something to soothe his palate.
His doctor tentatively ordered him to "lay off the booze," a suggestion that left three deep puncture wounds in the drywall of his office. Alcohol numbed the emotional and physical pain that plagued him, but it also further delayed his healing powers.
Logan's skeleton was withering away, and all he wanted was a fucking sweet treat.
Your body braced for impact as your chest made contact with a shopper haphazardly turning into the aisle. After dropping the cake onto the pristine white tile, you closed your eyes again, salvaging the moment of peace that was stolen from you.
"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole." You reluctantly opened your eyes and were met with the solid torso of a man.
Slowly raking your gaze up his body, you raised your eyebrows at the sight of his bloody shirt before meeting his narrowed eyes.
Crows feet radiating from the corners. Prescription glasses. He appeared much older than you expected from your brief contact with his chest.
You silently cursed your luck. This meet-cute plan was steadily evolving into a meet-angry situation.
"Not smart to close your eyes in public," he huffed, staring pointedly at the fallen cake. It was hard not to notice your mini skirt. He hasn't seen a skirt that short since the 60s.
Although you had pulled away from him, the man's eyes lingered on your chest. The playful baby-doll top hugged your cleavage in all the right places. Your glossy lips donned a similar shade of pink. He quickly resumed eye contact, feeling like a dirty old man for imagining them wrapped around his cock.
She's too young, you sick fuck. Logan's internal monologue worked overtime to maintain a shred of decency.
Your face turned away from him at the impending embarrassment you were about to put yourself through. Smirking, you shyly retorted, "Not smart to stare at a girl's tits in public." You gently pushed up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.
Closing the gap between your chests, you tip-toed to reach his ear before whispering, "It's okay . . . I want you to."
The answer to Logan's suffering was sweeter than any slice of cake he could have indulged in. A pretty little thing was actually flirting with him, a cynical ex-soldier worn by the unforgiving rings of time.
Logan's hands found the back of your elbows and slowly pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his belt buckle catch on the flimsy fabric of your top.
"Careful, doll," he grunted, leaning down to meet the side of your face. "I'm old enough to be your father."
You defiantly peered up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, and . . .?"
The man slowly distanced himself from you, gently tugging the hem of your top down to its original state.
Okay, definitely not the best response to seduce an older man. You chewed the inside of your cheek, stunned by your juvenile comeback.
"I'm sorry, kid. Forget I said anything," he muttered before turning into another aisle. He mentally kicked himself for letting the interaction go that far. Although his aching body and mind yearned for some relief, he wouldn't take advantage of some young girl.
He hurriedly stomped past the cashiers, swiping a few cigars from a distracted employee's station.
After the initial shock wore off, you quickly followed the older man to the parking lot. Totally not stalker-ish at all, right?
You wanted to take care of him. His reluctance to return your lust-sick gaze should have deterred you, but it only made you more desperate.
You watched as his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. The chipper click of the limo doors unlocking motivated you to get his attention.
"Hey! Can we talk?" You yelled, raising an outstretched palm to stop him from getting inside the car.
Logan froze at the sound of your voice. He contemplated being responsible, slamming his door and driving off without a second glance.
The gentle pressure of your hand wrapping around his wrist made him think extremely irresponsible thoughts.
Turning around to meet your gaze, the older man swiftly opened the passenger door. "Get in. Now," he growled.
Words betrayed you. All you responded with was a surprised squeak as he used your grip on his wrist to push you further into the vehicle.
His eyes widened as you briefly parted your thighs to get settled in the lush leather seat. The sinfully short hem of your skirt bunched up, revealing your underwear.
Logan whipped his head to the front of the limo, avoiding the sight of your body. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid how you felt against his. You sat at an angle towards him, knees pressing against his thigh. His body tensed as you placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why were you following me, huh?" he asked, finally meeting your eyes. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I need answers." He couldn't believe that a young woman like you would be interested in him.
"Yeah, you're old enough to be my father, maybe older-" you paused to move your left hand onto his thigh. "-but I'm done playing with boys." You shyly turned your head before continuing, "Need a real man."
Logan was done holding back. Now, it all made sense. Your lack of direction in the store, the low cut of your outfit that was way too sexy for a late night grocery run. We're both adults, he reasoned. She wants this.
He gingerly cradled your jaw with his large hand, turning your head towards his. "You sure about this, sweetheart?
You covered his hand with your own, bringing your lips to his in a spontaneous kiss. "I-I need to hear you," he stuttered.
"Shut up and fuck me, . . . " you sighed, pausing to ask for his name.
"Logan . . . call me Logan, doll." His left hand snaked around your waist, bunching the delicate material and exposing your breasts.
As you leaned into his palm, he fished the limo keys out of his pocket and clicked twice, locking the doors. He fondled the underside of your tits before rolling the sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
You were grateful for the tinted windows that shielded your embarrassing moans from the public.
"Already whining for me, hm? So fuckin' needy," he hummed, pushing up your top even further. You crossed your arms to undress, but Logan swatted them away, explaining, "It's cute. Wanna see your tits bounce for me, baby."
He gripped your ass with both hands and effortlessly swung you onto the broad expanse of his lap.
Your back arched as his rough palm cupped your pussy, thumb languidly tracing your sensitive bud through the cotton.
"But this . . . has to go," he drawled, tugging the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a faint snap.
It was too much. You were splayed over the lap of a stranger, hips wantonly rocking yourself over his prominent bulge and mewling as your sensitive clit caught on the rough fabric of his slacks.
He stilled your movements with his hands, lovingly kneading the flesh of your hips. "You okay with this?" he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "Yeah, Logan . . . more than okay. Need you."
You loved that he was confident enough to take what he wanted but also gracious enough to check in, unlike the boys you were used to fucking around with.
His fingers hooked around the waistband of your skirt and panties, skillfully pushing your legs against your chest as he pulled them off. He decided against slicing them off with his claws, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck. You're so pretty. My sweet, sweet girl . . ." he cooed. You whined as your aching cunt was finally exposed to Logan's hungry gaze and the chill night air. He groaned as you resumed desecrating his lap with your juices.
Your breath hitched as Logan traced two fingers along your bottom lip. You granted him access, playfully darting your tongue around his digits.
After his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he used your saliva to gently trace your hole, noticing the faint flutter of your walls.
"Need me to fill you up, hm? Poor baby's clenching around nothing. Let me fix that . . ." Logan's palm brushed against your clit as his fingers plunged into you, setting a steady pace.
You were incredibly wet, but he needed to prep you for his thick cock. He drooled, collecting a heavy wad of spit onto his tongue before letting it fall onto your pussy.
"Ah-ah!" You exclaimed, surprised by the contact. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing at the lewd feeling of his spit mixing with your wetness.
He used his other hand to slap repeatedly against your puffy folds, mesmerized by how vulnerable you were being for him.
"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered, curling his fingers as they met your cervix. You covered your mouth, desperately trying to maintain some modesty. Logan withdrew his left hand to pry away your arm and swallow your moans, sloppily slotting his lips into yours.
You gasped into his mouth as you felt your cunt spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his tight slacks.
"Oh, fuck! Logan . . . " you mewled, biting his lower lip while he continued to finger you through your orgasm.
Your head fell into the inviting crook of his neck, nuzzling his graying beard. "Atta girl, come for me," he cooed.
Logan peered down at you, noticing wet droplets dampening his beard. You were silently crying, tears cascading down your puffy cheeks before landing on his face.
At first, he was alarmed. "Hey, hey, shhhh," he purred. "What's the matter, doll?"
His cock twitched when he realized you were smiling against his neck.
"Nothing's wrong, Logan . . . you make me feel so good, that's all."
He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel even better? Fill you up for real this time?"
You nodded dumbly, still basking in the haze of your release.
"Nuh-uh. Words." The simple command made you rut into his lap.
You shuddered while responding. "Wanna feel you inside me. Need your-" Logan bucked up into you. "-cock."
He slid his hands under your thighs, briefly pushing you forward so he could unbuckle his belt. Your small hands slinked toward his waist. "Let me do it," you pleaded, hastily sliding his belt through its loops and tossing it to the floor.
You pulled his cock out of his slacks, leaning down to press sweet little kisses to the head. Your thighs burned with the effort, but it was worth it to feel him momentarily lose control. Logan hissed sharply, "Good girl, fuck-" before guiding his thick cock into your heavenly mouth.
You licked a prominent vein that teased its way above his waistband. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You moaned onto his length, choking back tears as he suddenly thrust up into your eager throat.
The delicious weight of his cock on your tongue was short-lived. He cupped your face, forcing your mouth to slide past the tip with an obscene pop.
"Won't last long if you keep doing that, doll. Takes a lot less to get me riled up these days," he explained.
You nodded as you straightened yourself, using your knees to hover above his lap. He teasingly ran the flushed tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into your weeping pussy.
"Oh my god! fuck-" you cried, lowering your hips to embrace his full length. Your hands found stability on Logan's shoulders as you bounced on his cock.
Logan stared in awe at your tits. They were practically spilling out the sides of your cute top, jiggling with each movement of your hips.
As he admired your form, you drunk in the sight of his coarse salt and pepper beard. His wiry glasses barely held onto the slope of his strong nose due to your eager movements. You paid special attention to his crimson-stained shirt, wondering how he was enduring the wounds.
"You're hurt." You stated, pausing to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.
Logan's hands grabbed a handful of your ass and slammed you down onto his lap, forcing you to continue taking his cock.
"Never said you could stop," he huffed. "It'll take time, but I'm healing."
You gasped as your clit hitched on the bunched fabric of his slacks, frantically shrugging off his shirt in the process. A devastating moan ripped from Logan's throat as you peppered kisses on his wounds. The coppery taste of his blood was oddly soothing, reminding you that the man buried in your cunt was real and not just a figment of your lust-fueled imagination.
Logan loved how dazed you looked, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, your pupils dilated and glossy. His cock twitched every time your soft tits brushed against his face. You whined as the steady rhythm of your hips faltered, hinting at your imminent release.
"Lean forward, baby. Let your old man take care of you," he sighed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to slump forward, arching your back and playfully wiggling your ass in the air.
You yelped as he slapped your ass with enough force to feel the sting radiate from his outstretched palm. "Such a fuckin' tease," he growled, filling you up in one thrust. He set a punishing pace that made you sob into his chest. The loud squelches of your release echoed throughout the limo, mirroring your high-pitched wines.
"Oh, my god! . . ." you mewled, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. Your breath hitched every time his hips met yours, balls slapping against the sensitive skin of your ass.
He fucked up into your cunt, relishing the fact that you'd probably never had a cock as big as his. Logan stared at where you were connected, hypnotized by the subtle drag of your folds along his rugged length.
"Don't know what I did to deserve a pretty girl like you." His teeth tugged on the delicate strap of your top, exposing your breasts. His mouth enveloped the bud, gently sucking and pulling as they hardened.
"Logan . . . can't take it anymore. I'm close." You clenched around him, earning another hard slap on your ass.
"You gonna come for me sweetheart, hm?" He somehow increased his pace, hips drilling into your sensitive cunt. "C'mon, come all over my cock. Such a sweet young thing, so eager to please . . . " he hummed into your ear.
"And just so we're clear, I am definitely older than your father." His filthy words made you arch even higher, stilling your hips mid-air and allowing Logan to fuck you through your release.
The sound of you faintly chanting his name as you came sent him over the edge. "You can take it," he encouraged as your pathetic whines intermingled with his unabashed groans. His hips drove home, bouncing you harshly against his tense thighs and spilling into you with a low growl.
You almost blacked out at the feeling of his cum spurting into your walls, reaching even further when Logan buried his cock to the hilt. You clenched around him, overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.
"That's it, just relax . . . You look so pretty milking my cock," he praised, brushing stray hair away from your face.
You managed to sit upright and shakily moved to lift yourself off his cock, but Logan quickly steadied your hips. He's still hard, you realized, fascinated by his renewed vigor.
He panted, obviously just as spent as you were.
"So, uh, tomorrow, the Italian place on fifth street, 8 PM?"
You narrowed your eyes, incredibly confused at his choice of words after experiencing the best sex you've ever had.
"Our first date," he clarified. He kissed your cheek and you blushed at the contrast between the innocent action and the fact that his hard cock was still buried in your cunt. "After all, I'm a real man, right? And real men plan dates." He plastered on a cocky grin, repeating your earlier statements.
"Okay, old man. It's a date." You smiled, kissing his mouth with passion.
an: Ah!!! I had so much fun writing this. Old Man Logan, when will it be my turn >:[
#logan howlett#wolverine#logan smut#wolverine smut#logan howlett smut#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#old man logan#old man! logan#logan 2017#older man younger woman#marvel smut#wolverine fanfiction#logan howlett fanfiction#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#logan howlett fanfic#x men#x men x reader#x men smut#x men fanfiction#mistyorchid fic
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Usually at night I bring Bug in the house and she gets her bedtime snack and then she jumps up to the top of one of our shelving units and settles there until actual bedtime. I get her down by walking out of sight or putting treats on her lower perch and she comes right down again, but tonight she was not having it. I left, I called, I put treats down, I attempted to climb up to get her by hand, I turned the lights off and then on to remind her it's night time. Nothing.
But she HAS to come down because it's not safe to leave her up there overnight. She gets freaked out in the dark alone, and it's in a room where she could potentially get up before me and get into things that could hurt her. So I couldn't just leave her even if I wanted to.
So I looked at Sark and told him to protect his computer monitor, because I was about to do something really stupid.
Then I went out of sight and replicated the crows' hawk alarm call, and boy. She got right down all the way to the floor immediately.
And then I hear Sark explaining to his discord voice chat what the hell THAT was (me crow-calling) because I hadn't realized he was on voice activity...
#Bug the peahen#my pets#peafowl#peahens#i would love to leave her there if she's being stubborn#but she FREAKS out if she's left out there alone in the dark#and i do not need her hurting herself#or getting up before me and getting into trouble
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Mirror SexÂ
Summary: having mirror sex with them
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid
Genre: pure smut
CW: NSFW // Daddy Zoro, Babyboy Sanji, mirror sex (obv), blowjobs
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Luffy:
Mirror sex is also morning sex with Luffy. You wake up before him in the morning and shuffle into the bathroom to brush your teeth, and the next thing you know, heâs behind you in the mirror. Eyes still bleary, black hair ruffled from sleep, he bends you over when he only just fucked you the night before and rubs his morning wood against your opening. âDonât stop,â he tells you when you put your toothbrush down, âI wonât take long.â The problem is, heâs lazily rubbing his finger over your clit while he pushes into you, making it impossible for you to pay attention to anything else. He fucks you slow to begin with, and you try to keep going through your morning routine in front of the mirror, but the sight of your face contorting with pleasure wakes Luffy up, and before you know it, youâre clinging to the sink while he snaps his hips into you. When he finishes, he places a hot, sloppy kiss on your neck before reaching for his own toothbrush like nothing happened.Â
Zoro:
Franky put a mirror in the crowâs nest for him so he has it while he works out, and the idea pops into his head one day when youâre up there and bend over to pick something up. Itâs not long before heâs pulling his thick cock out and telling you, âbe good for daddy.â He puts you on all fours and pushes your head down as he slips into you. Fucking you from behind in front of the mirror gives him the perfect view of your ass, round and jiggling as he ruts into you. And when he tangles his hand in your hair and pulls your head up, he can see the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when he smacks your ass. For your part, you can see the way the muscles in his abdomen ripple as he thrusts his hips, can see how big his hands look on your body, can marvel at his thick biceps while youâre getting railed from behind. Daddy Zoro isnât one to cum quickly, but he does when heâs fucking you in front of the mirror.Â
Sanji:
This sweet boy had fixed his hair in front of the mirror in your room countless times when he came in to find you in your room. He had also watched you sit in front of the vanity and fix your own hair. It had never occurred to him, though, that he might find himself in the chair in front of it while you ride him in reverse cowgirl. He has to close his eyes and bury his face in your shoulder for most of it because having a front row view of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, of your bouncing tits and pert nipples, of your every intimate area flushed from what he was doing with his mouth mere moments before, is almost too much for him to handle. He makes sounds youâve never heard him make as you work his orgasm out of him. He cums even more quickly than usual, but thatâs alright because he has basically no refractory period and is hard for you again in seconds.Â
Ace:
Neither of you intend for it to turn into mirror sex. He has you naked in his bed, the pillows on the floor and the sheets tangled around you, one of his arms looped under your knee to hold your leg up, the other braced against the mattress while his fingers tug on your messy hair. He rolls his hips against yours, bottoming out in you over and over, your breathless moans like music to his ears. Determined not to cum yet, he turns to the side to focus on something other than your pretty face contorted in pleasure, and he catches sight of your reflection in the mirror on the wall. He sees for the first time how his tattoos ripple with his muscles as he fucks you, how your legs are wide open for him, how your tits squish into his naked chest, and he cums almost immediately. You have no idea what made your tiger cum prematurely until the next time you have sex in his cabin and he grabs a blanket and throws it over the mirror.Â
Sabo:
Sabo catches you while youâre getting dressed in front of the mirror, and heâs not going to not do something about it. He stops to stare at you in your bra and panties, but itâs been so long since youâve fooled around considering both of you have such busy schedules. He steps forward to undress you, and him pulling off the shirt you only just put on turns into you falling to your knees to worship his cock, wringing boyish moans from his pretty lips as you bob your head up and down. And while heâs normally a sucker for a blowjob, seeing your reflection in the mirror so clearly as you wrap your lips around him makes him cum even harder than usual.Â
Law:
One of his favorite things in the world is taking your clothes off and putting you in front of the mirror to play with your tits. Heâs not sure why, but he really enjoys it. This naturally leads to him sitting behind you and pulling your legs open and playing with your pussy in front of the mirror, telling you to watch closely as he uses his tattooed surgeonâs hands to work two or three orgasms out of you, Law mora than enjoying the extra access to your most vulnerable spots the mirror gives him, the extra close look he can get with your legs open in front of it. Only after the fourth or fifth time doing this does it occur to him that he could fuck you in front of the mirror. Thus, you end up in reverse cowgirl (unusual considering he never lets you on top), riding him while Law sits mesmerized by the way your tits bounce. You quickly learn that if you ever want to be on top, you just have to drop him in front of the mirror and heâll sit mesmerized as you have your way with him.Â
Kid:
Heâs pretty kinky, and there are very few things he hasnât tried. But mirror sex is new for him. It all started because there was a very pretty mirror you said you liked, but the frame was disastrously broken (or rather, you and Killer broke it when you tried to lift it from some poor soulâs house as you were stealing it). Kid said heâd fix it for you, so there it sits in his workshop when you come in late at night like you normally do to get fucked before going to bed, and then it clicks in Kidâs head. It becomes one of his new favorite things, because he normally gets so wrapped up in what heâs doing to you itâs difficult to pay attention to how you look when heâs doing it. The mirror helps with that. He can see how read your tits get when he kneads them while railing you from behind, just how massive his cock looks next to you, the way it slides in and out of your mouth and cunt while tears well in your eyes. Needless to say, the mirror is a keeper. Â
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Dead Boy Detectives has everything:
Co Dependent queer platonic tough to define Best Freinds who would and have gone to hell for each other. they have an office with a cupboard full of board games, and a long history of Noodle Incident cases of '04, and also a bunch of maneuvers with code names. They are also ghosts who solve mysteries for other ghosts.
One is a sassy well read diva in a stupid little bowtie. he keeps meticulous notes, and went to hell on a technicality. he has no rizz and has a sexual awakening at the hands (paws?) of a supernatural Cat King
the other is a cheerful happy bruiser, the brawn with a pocket demension only he can navigate in his backpack, a magic cricket bat, and wells of anger deep down
they team up with a cool psychic (whos also a pretty tree) dealing with her asshole abusive boyfriend who was literally a demon while also trying to restore her memories (she also has a hilarious hate off off with the nerdy one)
then they add a sweet shut in who isn't very brave but is very inquisitive and has excellent reading comprehension and is actually the most brave
and their landlady is a hot goth Sapphic butcher who is done with their shit (but not really)
and the main antagonist is a cunt serving witch with an iron cane chewing up the scenery, just camp queen obsessed with Beauty and Revenge as she should be
she turns her crow familiar into an astrology loving twink to honeypot the nerdy one but the crow catches feelings whoops
the cat king who deserves his own mention again. he's here to seduce a stuffy British detective/tease, cause problems on purpose, reluctantly help solve those problems and mostly slut it up.
a bureaucrat learns to VERY reluctantly embrace the beautiful power of friendship after being swallowed by a fish
its set in a gorgeous seaside town with a light house! and a malt shop!
because this is all A Scooby Doo homage!
It's an episodic Case Of The Episode format! with strong serialized elements!
and as if that wasn't enough there's even Death of The Endless.
what more could any person possibly want in a show.
oh and there's a lot of really interesting themes around internalized homophpbia, abusive relationships and trauma and toxic anger and learning to love and trust and help other people again in spite of and because of the bad parts.
#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko dbd#dead boy detectives#death of the endless#the cat king#cat king#jenny the butcher#jenny green#night nurse#niko sasaki#david the demon#mick the walrus#oh fuck theres also a walrus with a tragic basckstory who sells them magic shit#esther finch#despair of the endless#monty#monty the crow#dbd#1k
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MISO SOUP AND SWEET POTATOES | g. tomioka
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synopsis: you're tasked with convinicing Giyu to join the Hashira Training author's note: hello. this was a days worth of writing. from 11 am to 3 am. i even wrote parts in my notepad at work. i really like how this turned out. i finished the hashira training arc last night and think that final episode might've been the best episode of anime i have actually ever seen. this is a whole ass story cw: slightly suggestive, major spoilers for rengoku and the hashira training arc, character death, gore, ANGST, fluff, happy ending, not proofread, fem reader, use of y/n a lil, lover!giyu, hardheaded!reader wc: 6.3k
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âWould you mind talking to Giyu for me? So that Giyu, who tends to put himself into a negative frame of mind can start looking ahead again. Will you be persistent in your efforts to speak with him?âÂ
You stared at the letter. You reread it again and again and again. Your body still aches from the previous fight in the swordsmith village and you sort of hoped this was a hallucination. That you were still unconscious. But as your crow beside you squawked and you jumped you knew it was real. The paper crinkled beneath your hands. Kagayaâs handwriting is flawless and script. You followed the trail of his pen again.Â
Would you mind speaking to Giyu for me?
You wondered if maybe this letter was accidentally sent to you. Even as your eyes wandered back up to the top of the paper that clearly said âDear Y/nâ. Even if it didnât say your name there were no accidents with Kagaya.Â
But⌠but there had to be. Out of everyone, all the Hashira that were certainly closer to Giyu. But you, the newest Hashira, had been chosen to speak with him? In what world did that make any sense? You barely knew the guy. Granted he had been the reason you joined the corp originally but heâd dodged your very presence the best he could ever since.Â
Your village had been attacked about four years ago. Same old story for a lot of people victimized by demons. There was never a happy ending with those monsters involved. Always blood. Always loss. It was no different for you. Half of your family was slaughtered before you could even rouse yourself from sleep. But when you did all you saw was the inkblots of blood on your white walls, the color shining from being hit by the moonlight. You remembered sitting up and feeling numb as you heard someone screaming. The scream that never left you. Something youâd never be able to ingest for as long as you lived.Â
When you got to your feet your mother had busted into your room. She looked pale, blood gushing from beneath her white nightgown. She scooped you up and kissed your head as she stuffed you into the closet. She shushed your cryâs and told you not to come out until the sun shone beneath the crack in the door. She gave you one last kiss. You didnât know then it was the last. You reached for her but she pushed your hands back, silently shook her head then pressed the door closed.Â
Youâd always been a good kid. You stayed put exactly as youâd been told. Even as you heard more screams. Even as it went quiet.Â
Only until that sun shone beneath your door did you move. You busted out of that closet. Your motherâs name is the first thing on your lips but she wasnât the first person you saw. The scene in your house was horrific to say the least. The sights of the people you loved in multiple torn pieces is something that comes back to you in flashes when you fight demons.Â
It spurs you on to do exactly what they did to your family back to them. To tear them to shreds.Â
In the middle of it all was a boy. He was sitting so still that you didnât even notice him amongst the slaughter. Your living room was still dark, dark enough that it kept this monster safe as it rose to its full height. No longer a boy but a creature from your deepest darkest nightmares. It had your familyâs blood on its mouth as it smiled a wickedly devilish smile.Â
âHmm. Missed one.â It spoke in a gravelly tone as it swallowed whatever it was chewing on. You could guess what. You stepped back into your motherâs blood⌠or maybe your fatherâs? The blood, thick beneath your foot slid out from underneath you and you crashed into their bodies, something sharp sticking into your side as you gasped in sudden pain. Your motherâs hand still gripped a knife that had now lodged itself in your thigh. The demon only laughed. âClumsy one arenât you. Mother wasted her time hiding something so useless.â He growled, approaching with a predatory gleam in his dark eyes.Â
When he pounced towards you something momentary took hold over you. You, a measly twelve years old, ripped that knife from your own leg and thrusted it into the demon's eye. The creature roared like nothing youâd heard before as it stumbled back away from you. You just blinked as you watched it, numbness contending with your fear. The creature yanked the knife out and tossed it angrily to the side. It growled, fuming as it charged back at you. You raised your hands to defend yourself, screwing your eyes shut. You heard the whoosh of something cutting through the air itself and when you opened your eyes the creature had halted its assault. It locked eyes with you moments before its head toppled right off its shoulder. You stared in abject horror as the creature's body started to burn a blood red color and you saw a figure behind it. You were as still as a statue as the figure behind it took shape.Â
The shape of a boy, he couldnât have been much older than you. Eyes an indigo blue, dark and almost unfeeling as they met yours. You watched as he gave a quick swipe of his sword to rid it of the demons burning blood as he sheathed it back at his side.Â
âAre you hurt?â He asked, his voice young like yours. You werenât hurt. Somehow. And you couldnât open your mouth to answer him, not with your body still on top of your parents. You just stared at him, even as your eyesight got cloudy and stinging tears slid down your cheeks.Â
The boy walked towards you and remained still, unable to move as he bent down in front of you. He reached and clumsily brushed the tears from your face. It was as if he knew you wouldnât part your lips to speak because wordlessly he, with immaculate ease, picked you up off the corpses and carried you out of the house. You moved for the first time in minutes as your head tilted to look back towards your family.Â
âEyes on me.â He said and sure enough your eyes snapped to him. To take in his face. Eyes endlessly dark blue as they stared forwards. He had to have been your age, maybe a year older. He had the shape of a young face, with full cheeks and raven black hair to the nape of his neck. You couldnât look away, it had nothing to do with his looks but everything to do with his command.Â
You were a good kid. When someone told you to do something you did it. Years later you would come to thank Giyu for that, for commanding you to look at him instead of glancing back at what remained of your family.
Everything after that was just sort of a blur. You stayed some place warm, a faint fire flickering and that boy with the sword stayed with you until some men in black uniforms found you. You remember not being able to walk, the shock and grief of the night not letting you. Youâd held onto your saviors shirt, your fist balled. He let you, in fact he even came along with you and the men in black and when they asked you to let go you blinked at them. You hadnât even noticed you were still holding on. You let go in an instant. Your hand is sore from how tightly youâd been clenching. The men in blackâs hands were on your shoulders guiding you away and when you looked back your voice came to you.Â
âWhatâs your name?â You asked, everything paused for you so you could hear his answer.Â
âGiyu.â He answered. You put a name to his face. You parted your lips to thank him but nothing came out again. You couldnât say thanks. Not when you were the only breathing because you cowardly hid in the closet. You felt you didnât deserve to be thankful. You met his eyes again and something, somehow, told you he understood. He gave you the softest nod of his head and when he turned to leave you felt your heart drop. Like something had bonded you to this boy. But you turned and let yourself be whisked away.Â
A year later you worked for the very same people as Giyu had. You were given a sword and trained thoroughly by a man with red and orange hair. You werenât ever good with names but the fire in him fueled the fire in you. Which is why you eagerly learned that breathing style and trudged up that mountain to crush the selection test.Â
A few years after that you ran into Giyu. You were sent on a mission to help the Water Hashira. Youâd never met any other Hashira besides Rengoku so you were sort of apprehensive. You never liked meeting new people. All those years spent with Rengoku and his fiery personality you wished at least some of it had rubbed off on you but⌠you were still demure and quiet, quick to anger and prone to disappearing. You liked your alone time. You had all but begged Rengoku to let you go with him in his mission, apparently some demon had infested a train, that sounded far more exhilarating than helping some water Hashira you didnât know. Rengoku did what he always did when you were disappointed. He gave you a sort of unwanted hug, though secretly you wanted and needed it, and ruffled your hair.Â
âWeâll see each other in two weeks. Next mission is yours and mine.â He said and then he was gone and you were boarding a train going the opposite way.Â
When you arrived, stepping off the train your eyes met the same indigo blue eyes from so many years ago. When you were both kids. Now both adults. You stopped where you stood, unable to walk any closer as everything fled back. Stuff you had managed to keep down deep for so many years. Memories you wanted to erase. All that time wasted and drudged back up in mere seconds. Giyu may have had those same eyes but he was grown now. His hair longer and tied back, his face had lost that boyish roundness. He looked tall and lean. Well at least taller than you. For a moment he looked just as surprised as you but he smoothed over that emotion into something practiced.Â
âItâs you.â He said, his voice deep and soft. You swallowed, your hand resting on your sword.Â
âYouâre the water Hashira?â You asked and he nodded his head as the train behind you dinged and slowly pulled out of the stop, the wind brushing your hair over your shoulders.Â
âYouâre Rengokuâs tsuguko?â At that you nodded your head back at him. His eyes trailed to your sword, to your haori, and old one Rengoku had lent you. His eyes lingered on that fiery pattern. Â
âI never learned your name.â He said and then his eyes flicked to yours. You swallowed dryly, you werenât sure why he made you so nervous, why your heart was beating so fast. You wondered if he was a part of a life you wanted to die off. The scared girl in the closet was far from who you were now. Rengoku never got to meet that scared girl. No one had. Except Giyu. You told him your name and he repeated it, as if feeling how it felt on his own lips. Your heart skipped a traitorous beat at the way he spoke your name. It felt different coming from him. You grabbed ahold of yourself.
âShall we?â
But your mission with Giyu was cut off with the sudden death of Rengoku. You and Giyu hadnât made it back to the village before both of your crows had delivered the news. You still remembered everything about that moment. Giyu walking beside you, your haori catching a gust of wind, cold wind, as if winter was coming. You could replay your footsteps on the dirt road. The distant flapping of wings growing closer and closer and then stopping as they landed. Your initial glance over at the water Hashira before the delivering of the news. The ripple before the crack in your soul. Giyu had been present for the worst two days of your life. Something about losing someone again that felt like family irrevocably broke something in you all over again. This pain you felt before today you wondered for years if it would last. Rengoku had healed some of it. And begrudgingly and foolishly you let him in. But now you have your answer. This pain would last forever. You couldnât even cry, you just stared blankly ahead, just as you had in your dark house wrecked with the stench of blood.Â
You felt a hand on your shoulder, you didnât want to look at him.
âGo, Iâll finish the mission.â He said, his voice different, there was a coldness before but now only warmth. You still didnât look at him as you turned to leave.
âBe careful.â You choked out before taking off in a run back towards the train station.Â
Youâd seen Giyu a few times after that but only in passing, never long enough to start up a proper conversation though both of you hated talking. You never let anyone else in after that. You took up the position of Fire Hashira and the only thing fiery about you was your utter hatred for demons. The other Hashira were sort of weary of you and that kept them at a distance. You only talked when absolutely needed and was the first to leave after Hashira meetings. You liked that distance. Youâd do anything to keep it. There was only so much heartbreak and loss you could take. You were at your limit. You didnât have room for anyone in your scabbard dying heart.Â
Thatâs why receiving that letter from Kagaya had caught you so off guard. He of all people knew who you were and still he asked you for a favor. Probably a dying wish. He had shown you kindness and since it was the only thing heâd ever asked you for, reluctantly, you found yourself at the front of Giyuâs home. It was cold out as your knuckles rapped against the wooden door. You waited, stepped back and looked off to the side, expecting to see Kagayaâs crow lingering around somewhere to report back to him. A minute had passed as you gave one more series of knocks. Nothing. Maybe he wasnât home. You sighed and turned to leave just as the wooden door clicked and was pulled open. When you turned back those striking blue eyes met yours. There was skepticism on his face as you swallowed. That feeling that met you every time you saw Giyu never seemed to fade. That persistent speeding of your heart. That faltering of words. All highly inconvenient.
âY/n?â Giyu spoke first, pulling the door open just a tad more. He was in casual clothing, he looked as though he may have just woken up.
âGiyu. I never knew you lived in this part of town.â You lied. You knew.Â
âItâs quiet.â
âI can see.â The lack of noise was slightly unsettling, only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard. You swallowed. âMay I come in?â Your voice was slightly strained and didnât at all sound like you wanted to do that but to your detriment Giyu moved to the side. Giyuâs home was a reflection of himself. It was clean, almost sterile, with dark walnut furnishings and dark curtains. He really mustâve been sleeping because he reaches over and flicks on a few lanterns, casting an orange glow to his living room.Â
âI wasnât expecting company,â He says over his shoulder and you almost agree.
âUnwanted?â You ask and when he shakes his head ânoâ you relax sort of.Â
âIâll make us some food. Did you travel long?â He asks as he leads you towards the kitchen. You take a seat at the kitchen island and watch him get to work.Â
âYeah. Long train ride.â You answer as Giyu nods his head. You know heâs probably dying to know why youâre here but you're sure if you told him things would turn sour. You watched Giyu gather ingredients and supplies, he was very orderly about things, kept things nice and clean as he prepared dinner for you both. You had a lot of experience cooking growing up with Rengoku, that man could eat and eat. Just at the thought you felt a pang and forced your face not to show it.
âDo you need help?âÂ
âThatâs alright, you rest.â Giyu intones, setting a cup in front of you as he fills it with hot black tea. You thank him, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. You stare down into the tea for a moment and realize you had no idea how to go about this little favor Kagaya had asked of you. You barely spoke with anyone, you were well out of practice. How genuine would this ask even be coming from you?Â
âHowâre you?â You asked, not letting yourself be embarrassed by your lack of social skills. Giyu flicks on the stove.
âDo you really want to know?â He asked over his shoulder and stupidly, because he wasnât even looking at you, you nodded your head before clearing your throat and speaking.
âI wouldnât have asked if I didnât.â You hoped that didnât come out as sharp as it sounded.
âIâm⌠well. Thank you for asking.â Giyu answered, his monotone answer at war with the words he spoke. He sounded anything but well. You remembered the last Hashira meeting. You remembered Giyuâs back turned as he said, âIâm not like the rest of you.â Unlike Sanemi you didnât feel angry at that. In fact you knew how that felt. To feel unwelcomed and wanting it to stay that way.Â
âIf youâre well then Iâm well.â You said and when Giyu turned, his eyes meeting yours, you felt a flash of how you saw him that first time. You blinked it away as he turned back.
âI didnât think⌠you of all the Hashiraâs would be the first to visit.â Giyu said, turning back to the stove. You stared at the back of his head.Â
âMe neither.â You said with a soft sigh. âBut here I am.â
âHere you are.â He says, his voice soft again. It did funny things to you. Funny things that only he could elicit. It was frustrating.
âGiyuâŚâ You trailed off, unsure how to broach the subject. âDid something happen? To make you not want to help out with the Hashira training?â Giyu was quiet for a long moment. You watched him stir some stuff into the pan and for a moment you thought he hadnât heard you.Â
âCan we not⌠talk about that?â He asks almost kindly. But thatâs all you needed to talk about. If you didnât stay on topic youâd be doing Kagaya a disservice, though could you count that as a hardy first try?
âOf course.â You answered, fiddling with your hands. Youâd left your sword back at the inn you were staying at and wished youâd had it just so you could fiddle with something else. âThough, I apologize but, I almost wish I could sit it out too.â
âWhyâs that?â
âTraining a bunch of snot nosed kids sounds like hell to me.â You spoke truthfully and watched Giyu;s shoulders rise and fall quickly, almost like he was maybe laughing, but he still wasn't facing you so you wouldnât know.
âNot a fan?â
âI had my fill with the three from the swordsmith village.â Tanjiro, his little demon sister, Nezuko and Sanemiâs little brother Genya. All a handful. But very capable in a fight.Â
âHowâre your wounds? I⌠never got to ask.â Giyu says as he reaches for some seasoning, finally turning to the side to face you.
âScarring up.â You said and Giyu nodded his head, his eyes drifting to the scar on your cheek.
âTwo upper ranks. If anyone could handle them I knew itâd be you.â He says with a sort of gleam in his eye.Â
âCanât take the credit. That red head kid killed one of âem while MItsuri and I held off its body. Muichiro took one by himself.â You recounted, the fight honestly felt like it would never end.
âYou and Kanroji worked together?â
âSurprising, right?â
âNot at all.â Giyu answers. âYou two are very alike.â
âIn what way?â You almost laughed at that statement.Â
âStrong, fierce, never quit.â
âI think we all have that in common.â You say and Giyu gets this look in his eyes as he turns back away. You feel as though you lost some ground. You chew the inside of your lip. Clearly Giyu doesnât feel as though he had that in common with you. Something ignited in you. A need to say something on your mind. âGiyu⌠I-- I never thanked you.â
âThanked me?â
âIâve⌠wrestled with it for a long time. How to⌠go about it. Kyojuro used to tell me to practice with all the people we met. To thank them for stupid things, like holding the door open or bringing me food. Just so the words didnât feel so foreign. But I never really felt thankful for you saving me. I lived because my whole family died. Because I hid.â You take in a shaky breath. Youâd never talked about this stuff out loud, not even with Rengoku. You felt embarrassed suddenly, shaking your head, you forced out a choked laugh. âNevermind. I donât know what Iâm saying.â You felt his eyes on you but you forced yourself to keep looking down at your warm tea. As long as you stayed like this maybe heâd move the conversation along to something else. You cursed yourself for ruining the mood, if there even was one to begin with.
âYou donât have to stop. I⌠I would like to know more about you. I⌠always have.â Your eyes shot to his like a gun hitting its mark. Those dark eyes, you could swim in them. Get lost in them. Those eyes⌠could make you feel something. That made you shoot to your feet, your tea spilling over. Giyu didnât startle, he just turned to grab a rag but when he turned back you were halfway to the front door. He dropped the towel on the table. âW-wait, Y/N,â He called to you but when he rounded into the living room the front door slammed closed.Â
You fumbled outside, steps clumsy as you started to run and run. You didnât want to think about it. You had to get away, as far as those legs of yours could take you. You could run to the next town over, retrieve your sword in the morning and never speak to the water hashira again. Never again. Favor be damned. What you felt was dangerous. That kind of thing left you the hollow husk you were today. You preferred this safe loneliness. You couldnât ever be hurt again. You stopped for a moment, the cold air tough to run in as you huffed and puffed out condensation clouds.
âYouâre fast.â You hadnât even heard his approach. You didnât turn, just swallowed.
âI- realized I have something to do in the morning. Canât stay out late.â
âCome back, Y/n. Please.â His voice was doing that soft thing you body liked so much. You clenched your jaw, if you could stab your heart you would.
âCanât.â
âWhy? And⌠tell me the truth.â You heard him walk a bit closer. Please, you thought, just go back home.
âMaybe youâre right. What you said at the last meeting, that youâre not like us other Hashira. Maybe I just realized it.â You wanted to hurt him, it was a common defense you used quite often.Â
âAnd?â
âAnd Iâm wasting my time speaking with someone whoâd rather sit on the sidelines.â You spat over your shoulder. Thatâll do it, you thought, thatâll get him to leave. It was quiet, heartbreakingly quiet and you were too much of a coward to see the hurt you caused so you started to walk away towards your inn.
âI⌠donât care if you hate me.â You stopped walking instantly and turned, Giyu looked stricken, as if you slapped him. You regretted turning around. âYou can hate me all you want. Yell at me, hit me, whatever you want to do. But I need you to know⌠you might regret me saving you but I have never regretted saving youâŚâ
âGiyu,â
âPlease⌠let me.â He straightened slightly. âI⌠am amazed by you.â His words hit you like the sharpest sting. Like a knife in the gut that slowly twists. âYouâre incredible, nothing ever could rival you. You⌠lost so many yet you fight with purpose. I could never be like you.â You tense your jaw, eyes sharp.Â
âThatâs where youâre wrong.â You take a step towards him. âI am hateful. I donât have a purpose to fight anymore I just do it because it needs to be done. You donât know me at all.â
âMaybe I donât. But⌠I want to.â
âWhy?â
âIâm not succinct.â Giyu sighs, as if tired. âI just do.â Want to know you. You stared at him and that traitorous heart of yours, that naive heart did another flip. You shook your head.Â
âYou donât. No one does.â
âRengoku did.â Your eyes lit like fire, some heat filling your soul. You wanted to yell at him for saying his name. For bringing him into this. But youâd done it first.Â
âHeâs dead. They all are. My whole family. I donât want to know you. I donât want you to know me. I want you to go back home and let me be.âÂ
âI canât.â
âWhy?â
âMaybe for the same reason your eyes find mine every time we're in the same room.â Giyu took a step closer, you watched him move as though he was going to strike you down. LIke he was going for a killing blow.
âI⌠I donât do that.â The lie was so obvious to your ears it almost made you cringe outwardly.Â
âIâm not trying to embarrass you because⌠I look for you in every room. I⌠I lied to you the second time we saw each other so many years ago I⌠I knew you were Rengokuâs tsuguko because heâd written to me. He⌠sensed something and told me he was sending you to me for that mission. I was so⌠so damn nervous to see you again after so many years. So curious about how you were faring and I couldnât even get more than fifteen words out. And when Rengoku passed I would write Kagaya, ask him how you were because I was too much of a coward to ask you myself.â Thatâs why Kagaya wrote to you. Your heart still beat, skipped a beat then beat again. Everything was falling into place. Why Rengoku had sent you away when you had always gone on his missions with him. The scheming man was playing matchmaker. And even Kagaya was playing the same damn game.Â
âDonât say anything else, Giyu. Please.â
âI wonât speak the rest of the night if you come back. You can even leave at first light. Just please⌠let me feed you and give you a place to sleep.â
âMy inn isnât too far.â
âPlease.â The emotion in his voice was staggering. It was a plea. It had sounded like something he needed even more than breathing. You stared at him. If you went with him now that would be the very first crack in your walls. You never gave an inch away since Rengoku died and if you started now everything would crumble.
âNo. Iâm going back to my inn.â
âIâll join the hashira training.â He said and your lips parted in silent surprise. âThatâs why you came tonight wasnât it? Youâd never do it alone so Kagaya mustâve written to you? Am I right?â Your face mustâve given away the answer because Giyu continued and you realized right here and now this is the most you two have ever talked. An hour together had more dialogue than almost eight years. And this was why you kept your distance all these years. Because if anyone knew you it was Giyu, heâd seen you at your lowest yet here he was⌠begging you to stay for just a few hours. âCome back and Iâll join. You can consider your favor a success.â
âWhy would you do that?â
âIâd do it for you.â
âBe serious.â You growled and Giyu took another step forward. You hadnât noticed him getting so close but suddenly he was close enough to touch. You stepped back.Â
âCome back. Please.â
âYouâre annoyingly persistent.â
âI just want you safe. Thatâs all.â
âYou already saved me once. Thatâs enough.â You condemned with a shake of your head. Giyu looked doubtful for a moment, unsure of how to convince you to come back. But if you made good on Kaguya's favor this could be the end of it. âIâll come back.â His eyes shot up to yours. âBut Iâm gone first light.â He nodded his head at that.Â
Giyu finished up dinner as you set the table. It was quiet between you two after everything. Giyu had all but confessed the real depth of his feelings but you had an idea and it wasnât something youâd let yourself dwell on. That idea was something close to hope. Something close to the degree of happiness. Thatâs not something you wanted. Not something youâd let yourself have. If there was one thing you were truly good at, it was self destruction.Â
You took your seat as Giyu placed down the food. Miso soup with sweet potatoes. You stared at it, stricken. Rengokuâs favorite meal.Â
âY/n? Are you alright?âÂ
âSeriously? That was at least your sixth bowl.â You huffed as Rengoku smirked as he pulled the bowl to his lips, slurping down the rest of its contents. He placed it down and reached for the ladle again. You watched him in amused surprise as he dulled out a seventh bowl. âYouâre overgorging yourself.â
âItâs too good. Who taught you to cook, kid?âÂ
âYou did.â You sighed with an eyeroll as Rengoku laughed heartily.
âAh! Thatâs right I did.â
You blinked a few times and suddenly your face felt wet. You pressed a hand to your cheek. You hadnât cried since losing your parents. You thought you were incapable, that you had exhausted your tear ducts at night. You hadnât cried when you lost Rengoku and you always felt inhuman because of it. You looked across the table and met Giyuâs wide eyed stare, he looked startled at your tears.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked and you couldnât stop the tears now. They fell so fluidly, so overwhelmingly. You tried to apologize but your words just came out in stuttered croaks in your throat. Giyu stood so fast he knocked his chair over as he crossed to the other side of the table. He dropped to his knees beside you and pulled you to him. Rengoku hugged you a lot. Youâd say it was unwanted but it was something you needed. Giyuâs arms around you felt different. He hugged you close to his chest, his hand tangled in your hair as you fell prey to your emotions. But startlingly so⌠it felt nice. Bottling things up for so long had very nearly ended you and you mightâve been able to really shut off your humanity if it hadn't been for that damned letter. If it hadn't been for Rengokuâs unending kindness. If it hadn't been for Giyuâs persistence. You couldâve nearly ended up as black hearted as the demon that flipped your life upside down. That was the most startling revelation of them all.
Giyu hugged you tight as you fell to pieces. He didnât let go, never even loosened his arms a little bit around you. He just held you and let you cry and cry. It shouldâve been embarrassing but as he pulled your hair back out of your face and wiped your wet cheeks there wasnât an ounce of that annoying sympathy in his eyes. Just utter understanding. And this was the most inopportune time, seeing as your eyes were probably bloodshot, nose probably running like crazy, but without thinking you sucked in a ragged breath and then pressed your mouth to his.
Giyu made a sound low in his throat, you felt his arms around you tighten, drawing you in, deepening the kiss. This wasnât something you knew of. Your parentâs pecked each otherâs lips and cheeks but this⌠no this was something for behind closed doors. For just you two. That fire that pooled in your stomach upon seeing Giyu had heightened at least tenfold when he pulled you into his lap. Your bodies pressed against one anothers, no room, not even a milimeterâs length of space. He kissed you softly, but you kissed him back hard. That chasm of loneliness in you had reached its peak and you wanted it gone. He gently ran his hand through your hair and you balled your fist in his shirt. He gently lowered you back and kissed you against the hardwood flooring of his kitchen.Â
You shoved your chair away from you both and hooked your legs around his hips. He made another sound and you found that you liked it so you tightened your hold and slid your hand in his hair. That awarded you another sound, like a whimper. When he pulled back for air you yanked him by the hair back to your lips. Fuck air. You didnât need that. Youâd rather breathe him in. He whimpered again, his hips mindlessly moving, sending a wave of heat through you and this time it was your turn to groan. He hooked an arm around your back and with strength and swiftness, he hoisted you up off the floor without even breaking the kiss. You gasped in surprise and he walked you through the hallway. Kissing you against the wall and the door and the dresser before he finally made it to his bed.Â
You two fell into the softness of his covers, his body trapping you beneath him. He trailed his lips away from yours and whimpered at the loss of contact. But he kissed both your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose and to your jaw. He paid extra attention to your neck before kissing your collar bones. He kissed his way back down your body. Kissing your scars that had once been an eyesore to you. Ever so gently tracing some absentmindedly with his other hand. Whatever growing between you two was something to be earned. Sure you loved Giyu but you needed more time with him. You spent eight years barely speaking. You could tell Giyu felt that too because when his lips met yours again and pulled back you both blinked tiredly at one another.Â
Astonishingly you watched the softest of smiles spread across Giyuâs face. You wanted to catalog this moment forever. To remember it till the day you died. Giyu pressed one last kiss to your forehead and then dropped beside you on the bed. He pulled you to him, your back pressed to his front. Your legs tangled as his hand reached across you and intertwined with yours. You blushed but settled against him. The dregs of sleep calling for you. You two didnât need to speak another word. Â
You watched the first light roll in through Giyuâs curtains. It shone like blades across his room. Giyu softly snored beside you, arms still around your body. Youâd never kissed a single soul before but you knew what a kiss meant. You knew whenever your dad kissed your mom or the other way around that it was an unspoken way to say I love you. But it was a different kind of love your parents shared. You loved your family. You loved Rengoku.Â
But you loved Giyu.Â
You loved him as you clamped your fist in his shirt the night he saved you. You loved him when you stepped off that train. You loved him at every hashira meeting and every stolen glance. You loved him as you read Kagayaâs letter and loved him when he opened the door. As he chased you down in the street and begged you to come back to his home. So many problems never go away, some pain felt as though it would last forever and you never thought you could break through. You never thought you could just grow around it, because nothing was more persistent than a plant in the presence of the sun. You never told Rengoku you loved him, never told him how much he meant to you and that his kindness never fell to deaf ears. You had spent eight years loving Giyu and not letting yourself know it.
And all it took was some miso soup and sweet potatoes.
#fem reader#demon slayer giyuu#demon slayer x reader#giyuu tomioka#giyu x reader#giyu x y/n#giyu x you#giyuu x reader#kny giyuu#kny x reader
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Simon was so desperate for Edwin's attention that he resorted to ritual sacrifice
Monty was ready to go against Ester to try to save Edwin even after he was turned back into a crow
Thomas (the cat king) got beaten to death because he refused to betray Edwin, then risked dying again to bring him a poisonous flower
Charles chose Edwin over a potentially peaceful and happy afterlife, stayed with him and protected him for thirty years then went through literal hell to find Edwin and fought to bring him back while promising to spend forever with him
Even Crystal and Niko were willing to risk death/die to save Edwin (and Charles) from Ester
Forget being a detective. This boy needs to be teaching a class on RIZZ. He seems like he has none but apparently he's got it all.
#it seems impossible not to love edwin#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#simon dead boy detectives#monty the crow#thomas the cat king#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko sasaki#payneland
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mean mouth
foreword: and if I said Eddie liked when you talked a lil' mean to him. what then. n e ways. just a little exploration of his early-day sub tendencies. I generally write Eddie as older but since this takes place in some nebulous time before s4 u can think whatever u want +18. âunnamed freakâ is Jacob. punk band name was not thought of by me but isnât it great <3
cw: gn!reader w/breasts + V, oral (R receiving), unprotected PiV, soft!dom(ish) R, Eddie subbing from the top đ, gotta-be-quiet-when-we-fuck trope my beloved
wc: 3.7k
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The first time it happens, itâs an accident.
Eddieâs a blur of motion in the little trailer kitchen, knocking against your knees where youâre propped up on the counter (not entirely helpful but, in his words, âmuch-needed eye candy for the chefâ), closing cupboards with a bang and talking animatedly over the hiss of onions cooking.
Your boy is loud, always has been, and tonight is no different- heâs crowing and cackling, recounting a particularly genius foible that heâd orchestrated during last nightâs campaign, wooden spoon dipping in and out of heated pots over the stove like some crazed frizzy-haired potions master.Â
âAnd then.â He punctuates with a jab of the spoon towards you, a long drip of spaghetti sauce narrowly missing your leg- you flinch and squeak in alarm, but Eddie just grins wildly, eager to get to the punchline. âRed rolls a natural. Fucking. Twenty.âÂ
âHoly shit!â Your smile is wide, natural and easy for him- Eddieâs excitement is infectious.Â
âI know!â Eddie spins back to the stove, plunking the wooden spoon back into the simmering sauce before opening the oven. Heat from the broiler rises in a mouth-watering cloud of herby smell, and Eddie reaches for the metal sheet of garlic bread, still talking. âCouldnât fuckinâ believe it. And then I- shit!â
You donât put the pieces together until Eddieâs spinning away from the open oven, whole body moving with the force of his hand being shaken in the air- heâd touched the roiling-hot metal with his bare hand.
âOh, shit, babe-â Sliding from the counter, you nudge the oven door closed with a foot, reaching out to assess the damage- but Eddieâs a whirlwind, jumping up and down, swinging his injured hand around in jerky movements, howling in pain.
Itâs kind of freaking you out, âcuz you canât tell if heâs playing up or if heâs actually got a third-degree burn. The voice that comes out of you is commanding, one that you rarely use, firm and louder than his hollering.Â
âEddie, for fuckâs sake- stand up and let me see it.â
That seems to do the trick. Eddieâs eyes snap to you, pausing mid-hop, and you take advantage of his semi-stillness to snatch his wrist and drag him towards the sink. The water runs cool and you turn his palm over in both of yours, breathing a sigh of relief when the pink welt across the bridge of his hand doesnât have any blisters.
âUnder the water,â you instruct, pushing at his silver-link braceleted wrist until he gets the memo, letting the flow from the tap ease the burn.
Eddie hisses through his teeth, and then goes quiet for the first time in ages.
Thereâs a few moments of this strained silence as you watch his hand carefully, color leaching back into his palm until you notice Eddieâs looking at you sideways.
Your shoulders hunch in a bit, arms crossed over your chest as you take a step back, misinterpreting his look as wounded. âSorry. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to yell. I just-â
âHey, whoa, no-â Eddieâs hand automatically reaches for you, dripping water on the floor until he remembers his injury with a wince and plunges it back under the tap. âYou donât have to apologize for that. At all. Um.â
His left hand, the uninjured one, braces against the linoleum, ringed knuckles creaking as he shifts his stance. He sounds uncomfortable, and youâre about to start apologizing again until he lifts his head, eyes twinkling- âYou were so bossy. It was totally hot.â
A shocked laugh burbles out of you, unsure if heâs joking or not- when he shifts his weight again, your gaze flickers down to the zipper of his dark jeans- heâs fully hard.Â
âOh my god.â Split between amusement and mortification, adrenaline from seeing him get hurt fizzing through your veins, you laugh again- this time, sardonic, into your hands, shaking your head. âJesus christ, Eddie.â
âCanât help it.â Heâs close to whining, hips pressing flush into the cabinet, partly to relieve the ache in his groin and partly to toy with you. âGoddamn. Sound so sexy when you tell me what to do-â
Thereâs a teatowel hanging from a nearby rack; you snatch it up and whip it at Eddieâs shoulder, playful and irritated as you snap, âShut up.â
âOh, yeah, just like that, baby-â Eddieâs fake sultry voice earns him another towel-whip, this time at his neck- he squawks, ducking to avoid another blow while still keeping his hand under the water.
âRidiculous. Youâre ridiculous,â you announce with finality, slinging the towel over your shoulder and turning on your heel. âIâm gonna get the burn cream. Try not to cum or die while Iâm gone.â
His bright laughter follows you all the way down the hall.
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The next time it happens, itâs sort-of on purpose.
Eddieâs glowing with a post-show rush- a local business convention meant Corroded Coffin got to play for a nearly-packed room. Nevermind the fact that their Bruce Springsteen cover was the one bringing in the most applause; Eddieâs always been able to feed off the energy of a crowd, and tonight was a riotous success.
The Hideout is loud but your boy is louder, as per usual. Thereâs sweat curling the baby hairs at his temples, bright spots of flushed pink in his cheeks from the round of whiskey youâd bought the band as a congrats.Â
Heâs making a toast to his laughing bandmates, to beautiful you, to any nearby drunk who will listen, proclaiming his lust for life with one boot on the well-worn table in noble pose.
âAnd to Bev, the best of us-â Eddie tips his half-empty glass towards the nearby bar, shouting over the din of the jukebox and lively chatter, â-may your sharp-tongued wit live on!â
Bev pauses service to flip him off, and Eddie collapses back into the comfort of your arm over the boothâs top, grinning when the band trio of Jeff, Gareth, and Jacob nearly fall out of their chairs with laughter.
Itâs always hot to see Eddie in his element, and tonightâs not an exception. He turns to lean into you, looking down the slope of his pretty nose like he knows why youâre staring.
A charming wink precedes, âCome here often?â but his flirting is interrupted when Jeff gets up for another round and bumps the table- whiskey sloshes over the side of Eddieâs cup and coats his hand in stickiness.Â
He swears viciously, yanking out his bandanna to wipe at the mess while you laugh over the rim of your own glass at him. âReal smooth, babe. Good thing you killed it on stage, otherwise I might not take you home.â
Eddieâs eyes light up, inhaling for another cheesy line to wow you with when his gaze flicks past you and his face falls.Â
Across the table, Jacob mutters, âOh, shit,â and Gareth glowers.
Following their eyelines, you look over your shoulder to see Nico Hawley, frontrunner of Hawkinâs own punk band (the Scumshots), enter through the front door in a cloud of cigarette smoke.
When you turn back to Eddie, heâs already twisting the damp bandanna around his rings. The usual softness of his doe-brown eyes are now flint-sharp, and with a rush of panic, you remember the last time Eddie and Nico ran into each other; the night had ended with you back at the trailer, holding a cold pack to Eddieâs split lip, which heâd received from engaging in what he referred to as âfriendly fisticuffsâ.
There was nothing friendly about the way Eddie stood, then, to his full height, dark and imposing with his big mane of hair and leather jacket. The other Corroded boys wonât start any shit themselves, but will absolutely back Eddie up (fearless leader, resident shit-starter, instigator extraordinaire).Â
Timeâs running out for you to get a handle on the situation, Eddie already moving to slide past you out of the booth when you snag his left jacket sleeve in a tight grip.
The first yank you give stops him in his tracks; the second, more intentional tug gets his face level with yours, Eddieâs hardened stare giving way to confusion as you pull him into your space.Â
In that same authoritative tone, you pin Eddie in place with a fistful of leather and command, low, right in his ear to be heard above the bar noise, âDonât. Sit down and be good.â
At first, youâre not sure it worked, because Eddieâs just staring at you- slightly slack-jawed, pretty pink o mouth as his gaze flickers to your lips, back up to lock in your gaze again.
And then, by some miracle, Eddie obeys. Like a well-trained, marvelously-behaved dog. Heâs back in his seat with a jolt to the booth, hand curling around his whiskey again.Â
Curls spill and shift around jacketed shoulders as he shoots the rest of the glass, adamâs apple bobbing, other hand slipping to cup your thigh hidden from view. âItâs not worth it,â he announces to the rest of the group, sounding strained, staring at the bottom of his empty glass, knuckles white with force.
Jake sighs, relieved, but Gareth scoffs, tipping the neck of his beer across the table to point, goading Eddie with âSince when have you been the one to take orders?â
âShut up,â Eddie shoots back, blood returning and redistributing enough from where it had all rushed south, enough to defend you and himself against his drunk bandmate. âWeâre already on Hopâs shit list, asshole, canât be catching any more charges for stupid fuckinâ bar fights.â
Nico had disappeared into the throng of people at the bar while your group has been arguing- probably for the best that heâs out of eyesight. Unperturbed by Garethâs comment (he likes you fine, heâs just grumpy from the alcohol and itching for a fight), you sip your drink and give him a shameless wink.Â
Underneath the tabletop, Eddieâs palm flattens over your jeans, fingers dipping to toy with the denim seam hugging the fatty plush part of your inner thigh. You shift your hips, subtly, feeling flush with heat and power. Just a couple of words and you have him eating out of your goddamn hand.Â
Jeff returns, setting a handful of beers in the middle of the table. âSaw that shitstain Hawley at the bar. Whatâd I miss here?â
Gareth swoops in with accusatory explanation, seizing another bottle out of Jeffâs hands. âWhat you missed is Eddieâs balls on a leash-â
âJealous you donât have someone at home to tie you up, Emerson?â Eddieâs dig comes swiftly, lips quirked in a smile around the rim of his drink.Â
Thereâs a raucous burst of laughter, Garethâs curly mop of hair gets ruffled playfully, and everyone eases back into celebration, all while Eddieâs thumb edges closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.
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The next time, though? Totally on purpose.
Thereâs a sliver of gold from the hallway light spilling under Eddieâs closed door, left on in case Jeff or Gareth needed to use the bathroom during the night.Â
And despite the fact that two of his bandmates are passed out on the couch and floor just a short walk away, Eddieâs hands are exploring the length of your body under the sheets like heâs got plans to map you with his tongue.Â
âWe- ah- canât.â Your whispering scold is interrupted with a sharp gasp when Eddie nips at your neck. âNo fooling around. Not when we have guests.â
His left hand drips over the swell of your breast, squeezing and kneading, your nipples perking to attention (traitors) underneath the bra you havenât yet had the chance to take off.
Eddie adopts your quiet tone as he speaks between kisses that trail further down your body, not outright ignoring your weak protests but not doing much to combat them, either. âMmm. Got me so worked up. Been driving me crazy since the bar, yâknow that? âS cruel, baby, canât just talk mean and expect me not to act on it.â
âWasnât mean,â you counter, hands shifting automatically to wind through the soft locks of hair tickling at your stomach as Eddie continues his path downwards. âDidnât wanna have to patch up a split lip. Had to make you behave somehow.â
The vibrating groan Eddie gives against the soft skin of your stomach tickles; when you squirm, shushing him again, his hands slide to your hips, pinning you in place.Â
Nose to your navel, warm breath fanning across the strip of skin just above the band of your panties, Eddie sounds strung-out already, close to begging. âPlease, baby. Iâll be good. Make it so good for you. Iâll be quiet-â
His head snaps up at your sudden gasping laugh, chin perched on your tummy as he scoffs. âWhat, you donât think I can keep quiet?â
âEddie Munson, you couldnât be quiet to save your life.â Your hands migrate to his cheeks, squishing them together fondly as he grins around your touch, his thumbs working circles at your bare hips.Â
âYe of little faith.â In the dim light of the room, Eddieâs teeth are a flash of white before his mouth dips to press against the wet patch at your underwear.
âFucking⌠shit-!â The expletives fly out harshly, only because you werenât expecting the wet stripe of his tongue against your clothed folds. Head dropping back to the comfort of your pillow, you get one hand in Eddieâs hair again, the other finding its way to twist at the sheets.
You can feel his smile, equal parts smug and sympathetic as he coos saccharine to your inner thigh- âNow, now, angel. Gotta be quiet.â
Not willing to lose the fight, you focus on clamping your mouth shut, eyes closed in concentration- even as Eddie slides your underwear down and off, a quick flash of blue fabric before itâs swallowed by the floorâs darkness. Even as he seals his lips over your clit, sucking hard like heâs been deprived of your taste for too long.
When his tongue breaches your entrance, a soft gasp escapes, one that has your head turning sideways to grab some pillow with your teeth.Â
Eddie brings the wetness from your entrance up again, spreading it over your pulsing clit, nerve endings fizzing bright and hot in your stomach from the attention.
On instinct, your right leg kicks out, jolting with the spasm of pleasure- Eddieâs quick, though, taking advantage of the movement to find a new hold at the back of your thigh; rings biting cold, he pushes until you bend for him, your knee now pressed towards your chest.
âGonna make it so good for you.â Eddieâs mumbling pussy-drunk rambles into your cunt thatâs now on display, dragging his nose through the slick that weeps out of you, all for him- âSo wet for me, angel. Fuckâs sake. This all for me?â
As if he doesnât know. The hand that isnât busy holding you open trails up your thigh, middle finger teasing at your entrance before slipping inside, no resistance thanks to the river of slick that rushes to greet it.
Thereâs a soft squelching noise as Eddie adds a second, curling them up, stroking against that tender gummy spot that always skyrockets your pulse.Â
The noise is almost enough to give you pause; feeling wild and flush with heat, your hand tightens in the crown of Eddieâs hair, eyes popping open as you prop yourself up on an elbow to give a strangled hiss of warning through your teeth.
Eddie senses your unease, pulls his fingers and mouth out and off (a travesty), softening the blow by giving a placating kiss to the top of your mound. âShhh, sweetheart. Sâokay. You hear that?â
Past the noise of nighttime crickets from the nearby cracked window, past the hum of the kitchen, you hear it as Eddie crawls back up- distant, tandem snores from the boys in the living room.
âThey sleep like the dead. Like rocks,â Eddie promises, settling his weight into his hands planted on either side of your head, hair creating a curtain around your faces as he leans in. âSo we can get our rocks off.â
âThat was awful.â You kiss him anyways. He tastes like you, earthy and warm and wet, saliva mixed with your arousal as the kiss turns sloppy.
Eddie rocks his hips forwards, the friction from the fabric of his boxers making you both gasp into each otherâs mouths. Heâs achingly hard, cock leaking and smearing precum through the cotton; thereâs a hurried, manic shift as you both work to strip the last pieces of clothing from yourselves, his boxers and your bra following your underwear from earlier into the dark of the room.
And then Eddie is sliding his cock through the folds of your pussy, slicking up the sizable length as much as he can before the tip nudges at your entrance; Eddieâs arms tremble with effort as yours wrap around his shoulders, soothing with a kiss to his cheek- âLotta talk about keeping quiet, Munson. Thatâs all it was? Just talk?â
Now that his mouth isnât intent on making you fall apart anymore, youâve got some breathing room to tease. To be the one to work him up. Tucking a curly lock of hair behind his ear, your fingers trace adoringly over his temple before sliding to grip the back of his neck. âGonna prove me wrong, hotshot?â
With this new proximity, you can see Eddieâs eyes- fixed intently on yours, black pupils nearly eclipsing the soft amber of his irises. He looks slightly feral, sweat sticking his bangs in place, lips parted, spots of pink staining his cheeks.Â
As if he doesnât trust himself to speak, Eddieâs near-silent as he slides himself in to the hilt, jaw dropping as the warmth from your walls encompasses him completely.
The chained guitar pick around his neck tickles between the valley of your breasts. He pants, chest heaving, not daring to move yet; your breath stutters. You can feel him in your throat.
âSo big,â you murmur, an honest reaction but one that has Eddieâs brows drawing together, a little whine escaping as his hips jerk forward, reflexive to your words.
âFuck. Oh, fuck.âÂ
Eddieâs voice, strained though it may be, is on its way to regular volume. At the back of his neck, your hand flexes, a warning as he begins to rock steadily into your tight heat.Â
âGotta be good.â Biting back your own groan, you sling your leg over his waist. At this angle, you can press your heel to the dip of his lower back. âBe good and quiet for me and Iâll let you come in my p-â
His hips snap forward, audibly, subsequent wet noise obscene, filling the room. Eddie moans into the curve of your neck before your sentence is even fully formed- âJesus, baby. Oh my god. Canât say stuff like that, gonna come too quick-â
His cock fits along the contours of your cunt like you were made for him, ridged tip dragging against that same sensitive spot of your front wall with each pull and thrust.
Eddieâs forehead thunks into yours as he rolls it back and forth, mindlessly. All the tease has melted out of his voice: itâs been replaced with a lust-filled rasp, rock-salt and deep.Â
Your voice, however, is all tease, still hushed but laced with mischief despite your mounting pleasure. âYeah? Gonna come in my pussy?â
Itâs almost not fair and you almost feel bad, seeing the way Eddie fights to make his gasp silent as the channels of your cunt clench in answer to his fucked-out expression. With his next thrust, Eddie loses the battle- a hoarse, blissful moan much too loud spills over and out into the quiet room.Â
Moving quick, your hand slips from the back of Eddieâs neck to his mouth, palm flat over the plush of his lips.. The commanding tone comes easy this time (with practice, youâll surely be a natural).
âEddie. Be. Quiet.â
Usually, Eddieâs got stamina enough to prioritize your pleasure, making sure youâre taken care of at least twice before he even thinks of himself. Tonight, though, heâs already been straining in his jeans for hours, unbearably turned on from your earlier sharp words, pushing the limits of desperation.
Your words, once again, do the trick. Eddieâs cock pulses, and he comes hard, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your hand, chorus of whimpers successfully dampened. His dark brows knit together, eyes pinched shut, nostrils flaring with each stilted breath.
Heâs so fucking hot when he comes, hair a riot around stormcloud eyes that open to take you in. Even prettier when heâs coming down, leaning into your hand for support before you take it away, guiding and encouraging him to lay down.
Eddie collapses, carefully enough that it doesnât jostle you, but still with his full weight. The crown of his head radiates heat against your chin.Â
His arms wrap solidly around your middle as he whispers (heâs learning) in croaky fragments, âJesus fucking H. I think you just broke my brain. Smashed it into a million little pieces. Never come so hard in my life. Iâm in love with you.â
The laugh you give him is quiet but golden, the rise and fall of your chest causing his head to bounce a bit (but Eddie could die happy between your breasts so he doesnât mind). âSee? Itâs worth it to listen to me, sometimes.â
âYouâre so smart. Gonna do whatever you say, forever and ever. Cart-blank.â And then heâs pushing up onto his elbows, keeping his face level with your left breast so he can suck your nipple into his mouth, gently worrying his teeth over the peaked bud.
Previously tangled in the sheets, your hand flies up to grab his shoulder, nails digging in. âFuck. Fuck, Eddie. Thatâs good. And- ah- itâs âcarte blancheâ.âÂ
He leaves the comfort of your breast with a sigh. âWhatever you say, princess. Gonna let me fuck you some more? Your turn to be the loud one.â
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pt 2 to this post, can be read as a standalone but makes more sense if you've read the first part. reader isn't wearing a suit but remains pretty androgynous (i think). also yes i included steph's baby fight me idc
not beta read pls don't make fun of me
Why had you agreed to this?
A coworker had invited you to a gala, something about representing the company. You weren't sure why you of all people were asked, or why the coworker, what's his name, was so insistint you attend with him. Especially after he ditched you the moment you both arrived.
You stand awkwardly, swirling the drink you had accepted earlier. A few straggling groups chatted nearby, gossiping about things you didn't care enough to pay attention to. You had better things to think about, like how were you getting home and when you could leave.
Even more important; how was the baby? Was she alright? The sitter you hired wasn't your usual one, but she had vanished without a trace and it was such short notice-
Something, someone, collided with yourself.
"I'm so sorry-" That's what you get for standing near the stairs!
You look up quickly, meeting the gaze of one of the boys you had met the other day. His lips twitch downwards, his eyes focused on the spot where your drink had collided with your clothing. Before you can react, he sets his suit jacket over your shoulders.
"I'm so sorry", he states quickly, opening his mouth to add something else before being cut off by you.
"It's alright, Jason."
His looks shocked for a moment, before his lips turn up into a grin.
"You remembered my name!" He speaks in a town that seems uncharacteristic for him. Pure delight coats his face and he opens his mouth again just to be cut off.
"Jay-Jay! Look what you did!" Another familiar face approaches, a grin adorning the young man's features. He slaps Jason on the back, then turns to you.
"Sorry about my brother." Your brows furrow at this.
"Brothers..?"
"Not by choice", Jason adds quickly, "Atleast, not our choice."
The urge to ask is immediately wiped away as another familiar face approaches, tailed by someone you hadn't met and who's attention was trained on their phone.
The shorter of the two, the one who you had encountered before, spoke up in a clear tone that didn't quite suit his age.
"Father says to quit harassing the guests, Richard, and he'd like to speak with you, Jason."
Jason rolled his eyes. The boy on his phone timidly glanced up, flashing a quick smile.
"Hello", he spoke, then looked back toward his phone.
The shortest of them stared at you, his expression indifferent.
"My name is Damian Wayne. I'd like to thank you for the other day." You smile softly at him, then the realization dons on you.
'Damian Wayne, as in Bruce Wayne's son...?' Your thoughts are yet again interrupted by a voice.
"Boys!"
His voice is clearer in real life, but unmistakably him. You turn, watching one Bruce Wayne approach your small group. His smile seems to light up the room.
He's more handsome in real life, slight crow's feets crinkling near his eyes when he laughs and a shock of gray through his hair.
His arm is looped with a young blonde woman, a baby only a bit older than your own settled in the crook of her other arm. They both smile, stopping in front of you and the boys. Jason's hand suddenly disappears from your shoulder and everyone seems to take a step back.
You smile politely, extending your hand to him.
He takes it, unlooping his arm with the gorgeous woman and bending to press a kiss to it. He feels a pang of anger when he feels the callouses and scars on your hands. Standing straight once again, he grins.
"It's a pleasure, Mx...", your eyes widen when he speaks your last name. How did...?
His eyes trail over your form, then scan the faces of the boys surrounding you. He shakes his head.
"I apologize for their lack of manners. Please, boys, introduce yourselves."
The blonde woman steps forward, smiling at you.
"I'm Stephanie", she adjusts the infant in her arms, taking your hand and giving it a tender squeeze.
You notice Jason taking up a spot directly behind you, standing over you, or atleast attempting to.
"We've been introduced", he speaks gruffly, more to his father than to you. This atmosphere suddenly becomes thick with tension, it makes you shift in unease.
Dick puts himself between Stephanie and Bruce, smiling sheepishly.
"It's Richard Grayson, everyone calls me Dick."
The boy that was previously on his phone snickers, Bruce shoots him a pointed look.
"It's Tim", the boy mutters, immediately piping back down.
Damian takes up the other other side of Bruce and you note thier similar features.
"Well, it's been wonderful meeting you all, but I should be leaving", You smile awkwardly, pulling Jason's jacket tighter around your shoulders.
"Let me treat you to dinner", Bruce speaks almost desperately, then clears his throat, "to make up for my sons' rudeness."
Suddenly you're sat in a limo, stuck between Jason and Bruce.
#protective jason todd#jason todd x batmom#jason todd x reader#stephanie brown x reader#Stephanie Brown x batmom#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x batmom#dick grayson x batmom#dick grayson x reader#damian wayne x batmom#damian wayne x reader#tim drake x batmom#tim drake x reader#duke is the babysitter btw#you can't tell but he is#grandpa Bruce Wayne#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batfam#batfam x batmom#batfam x reader
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everyone thinks that they know us
tags: confessions, getting together, friends to lovers
a/n: written from the idea made by the amazing @yangx2isawhore :3
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it's exactly 11:34pm when the ringing of your phone wakes you up.
jolting up from your bed, you blearily glare at your phone screen. the contact name of SHIDOUâźď¸ burns into your eyes.
you hang up.
a second later, it rings again.
"what."
"y/n!" as always, shidou's voice is just a little too loud for it to be acceptable. "how mad would you be if i killed rin right now?"
you pause. you look at the time. you consider the probability of him telling the truth.
"pretty mad."
"great!" and you can hear the grin in shidou's voice as he recites out an address. "you can come save him then."
although you were the one that had tried so hard to befriend rin itoshi, you were pretty certain that you hadn't signed up for whatever the hell this was.
you pull up at the address at a sharp 12:02 am, annoyance already settling in underneath your eyes.
the address is a mansion (why would you ever expect anything else), and the recognizable bass of party music blasts through the windows. at least a dozen different colored sports cars (you consider how much one would sell for) are parked outside of it.
you debate turning around. unfortunately, you think shidou might actually be serious about killing your best friend.
best friend. how did you get to this point? friend. didn't matter that you might have been in love with him- rin could never see you as anything more.
you knock on the door.
a man you might be able to recognize if you cared enough answers. his dual-colored eyes flit over you with interest.
"hey there, pretty," he says, and his voice is slurring with the unmistakeable touch of alcohol. "don't think you're on the invite list, but i can make an exception."
you scowl. "no thank you. shidou called me to come?"
he cocks his head. "what could someone like you possibly have anything to do with that psycho?"
"he-"
the psycho in question slams into two-eye's side, whooping. "took you long enough!"
you sigh.
shidou ryusei grins at you, positively buzzing with energy. the smell of cheap (why cheap? genuinely, why did he buy cheap alcohol?) beer lingers around his face.
"did you kill rin yet?"
the grin immediately wipes itself from his face. "getting there."
he whirls around, a warm hand latching around your own- and then he's pulling you through the hallways of this too-big house.
the music hasn't stopped for a second since you've got here. in many of the rooms, you can spot groups of vaguely recognizable people, all of them in various states of buzzed-to-plastered.
you wonder how professional athletes weren't any better than the frat boys that threw weekend parties. (well, the age range was pretty much the same)
"where are we?" you manage to shout into shidou's ear, as he pulls you further away from the heart of the party.
"sae's house!" he yells back.
"what?"
the two of you slam into another room- shidou shuts the door with too much force - and the music fades away into background noise.
rin's head snaps up at your entrance.
"rinrin!" shidou crows. "brought you another babysitter!"
rin stares at you with genuine confusion. his eyes are hazed over, his cheeks a light red. "what? y/n?" a red solo cup, ominously empty, sits by his hand.
"yes, yes," shidou replies, pushing you forward. "the only person who can somehow tolerate your presence is here!"
you slip out of shidou's grip. "what the hell is happening?"
he rolls his obnoxiously bright eyes at your question. "little itoshi's weirdly drunk and incoherent. which means big itoshi has to pretend like he cares. which means i can't force big itoshi to drink an enormous amount of alcohol! so now you have to watch this idiot!"
"i am not drunk," rin snarls towards shidou. "and i don't need a babysitter."
he attempts to get up from the counter he's perched on, and immediately wobbles. you debate whether it would be worth laughing.
before you can make a decision, another side door opens.
and sae itoshi meets your gaze with bored indifference.
"what- you!"
he raises an eyebrow. you're not sure how you got into this situation.
you wonder how you're supposed to react to meeting the one and only brother you've heard rin talk so much about.
some inner part of you immediately doesn't like him. the other part immediately notices how similar they look, and curse their sheer attractiveness.
either way, sae loses the little interest he had in you immediately, turning towards shidou. "is this-" he waves a hand towards you. "her?
shidou nods furiously. "junior is perfectly cared for now. now let's get out of here!"
rin glares at all three of you.
sae sighs. for someone who's supposed to be the host, he doesn't look thrilled at the prospect of socializing.
the elder itoshi turns his attention onto the younger. "you're fine with her?"
rin's eyes narrow further. he doesn't respond.
shidou takes that as his cue. his hands place themselves on sae's shoulders. "good talk, everyone!"
and with another slammed door, you are left alone with rin. it's more than a little awkward.
you open your mouth- he shoots you a glare. you can take a hint. (even if it breaks your heart.)
out of a bored curiosity, and maybe a little spite, you start opening cabinets. they're mostly empty (you wonder what kind of life sae lives).
rin's gaze follows you the entire way. it's intense enough to give you goosebumps.
eventually, you come across a pot of gold- a wine bottle, its cork untapped. there's a ribbon attached to its neck; you spy the JFU logo placed on top.
"he won't mind, right?" you ask.
silence follows.
you open the bottle. if you're going to be stuck here anyways, why let it go to waste?
surprisingly, it's rin that talks first. "why'd you come?" he mumbles out, stumbling over a syllable.
you shrug, taking another mouthful of the wine. (it's good. too good. damn rich people.) "shidou said he was gonna kill you."
âshidou has your number? you responded? why'd you care?" he blurts out in a tsunami of words. immediately after, he looks away with reddening ears.
you eye him with slowly growing amusement. there's a buzzing in your stomach that's slowly stripping your self control away. "yes. and yes. and because we're friends."
rin tch's, still refusing to meet your eyes. you think he'll keep talking, but he doesn't.
so you take another swig of the wine bottle. maybe rin can be the one to reach out for once.
but- like always- you're the first to crack. after a possible fifteen minutes of brooding silence, you sigh.
"what's going on with sae?"
rin's gaze snaps to your face. "what about him?"
you raise your brows. (you think you meant to raise only one. you can't really tell.) "i thought he didn't fuck with you."
rin's face scrunches at your words. "what?"
you groan, sliding down from your perch onto the floor. "you know? i thought- well, he looks like he cares."
he stands up. "he doesn't."
"sure."
he stares at you with a complicated expression, and then makes his way over to you. you blink up at him.
"i don't like you talking to him," rin says, seemingly more lucid than before.
"wasn't really my choice." you shoot him a smile, raising a hand. he lifts you up to standing with it.
from how close you now are, the two of you are almost touching. if you weren't as delirious on wine as you are now, this would be much more distressing.
even now, it takes all of your will to maintain eye contact with him.
"you don't like me talking to him?" you mumble out.
rin tilts his head. "no."
"can i ask why you came here then? or why you got plastered off cheap booze?"
he opens his mouth, then stops. and then- "you're not doing much better."
you clear your throat. more than the wine, it's rin who's clouding your thoughts. his faint cologne- so much more evident at this distance- intoxicates you.
"that didn't answer my question."
his eyes narrow. "i felt like it."
you frown. "what situation are you in that made you want to get drunk with shidou?"
and his eyes flicker down. to your lips.
"what do you think?"
you stumble; rin's hand places itself in the small of your back. signature itoshi teal burns.
you're both drunk. you're in his brother's house. and yet-
and yet, you're both here, and rin itoshi is leaning down into you.
his lips meet yours desperately, his breath catching over and over again. your hands tangle into his hair- he groans wordlessly.
you separate with a gasp.
"are you- what?" you manage, face ablaze.
rin looks just as disheveled. "y/n."
"rin."
he steps back, eyes roving from wall to wall. "fuck. fuck, im sorry. i thought-"
that's not the right words you wanted to hear. you step forward, the wine bottle long forgotten behind.
"you thought right," you blurt.
rin stares at you. a flush sits over his face.
"i thought you wanted to just be friends. that- that you didn't want me." you say.
surprise, and horror, flicks in his eyes. "what?"
you cough out a laugh. "not very smart off the field, are you?"
rin's mouth opens and closes, much like a fish. you think he's going to speak-
he closes the gap between you two, and his lips meet yours again.
between gasps, he mumbles a "i could never not want you." into your form.
and you sigh out your own declaration of love
somewhere in the house, a door slams. someone whoops in exhilaration.
but in this room, it's just you and rin. alcohol tinges both of your breaths. you're both drunk on something bigger.
#hydrobunny#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock fluff#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#rin x reader#uhhmmm at no point did i know where this was going#kinda wordy which prob means this won't do so well but whatevs#thank you to that one commenter that motivated me to get off my ass and start writing
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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji (separately) X Reader, and it's of them already in a relationship, and kind of based on the trend on TikTok, Reader calls them "Buddy" to see their reaction?
hi!! sorry this took so long, i just returned from a trip and didnât have much time to write at all last week. thanks for the request, this was so fun to write! this was my first time writing short drabbles like this, but i hope i captured the boysâ reactions well :)
âBuddyâ
Pairings: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader (separate)Â Tags: sfw, fluff, established relationship, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n
Sanji
The lid to the peanut butter jar was exceptionally tight that morning.Â
You glanced at Sanji, who was trying and failing to prevent his lips from turning up into a mischievous smirk. You rolled your eyes as a small huff escaped your mouth.
Did he seriously think you wouldnât catch on to his little schemes? You had long been aware that heâd sometimes purposefully tighten the lids to all of the jars in the kitchen just so you would ask him for help.Â
After struggling for a good few seconds, you finally relented and passed the jar to him, âOpen this for me, please?â
Sanji beamed at you, âWhy, of course, dearest! With pleasure.âÂ
He popped the lid open with ease and handed the jar back to you.
You took it gratefully but couldnât resist the temptation of getting back at him in some way. So, as you walked away, you patted his shoulder and said lightly, âThanks, buddy!â
You instantly regretted it when you saw Sanjiâs crestfallen expression, â...Buddy?â
He looked like he was close to tears as he searched your face, âA-are you mad at me? Is this about the jars? I promise I won't do it agaââÂ
His small voice broke you and you immediately rushed back to him, âOh sweetheart, no, Iâm just joking!âÂ
You planted a kiss on his cheek, âIâm sorry, honey.â You moved your lips to his other cheek, âBaby.â To his forehead, âDarling.â
He let out a relieved sigh at the return of your usual repertoire of nicknames, before squishing your cheeks in between his hands, âDonât ever call me buddy again. Please.âÂ
You chuckled, âYes, my love.âÂ
He nodded, satisfied at your answer, before leaning in and melding his lips to yours in the sweetest kiss.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
Zoro
âHey, can you pass me the towel?âÂ
You were sitting on the bench of the crowâs nest, quietly reading your book as Zoro spent hours after hours working out. This was the first instance that he had spoken to you in all that time, which was no surprise, really. You knew that he took his workout very seriously.
But, you couldnât deny that it still annoyed you to no end that he had not glanced even once in your direction this whole time, despite this being one of the rare moments that the two of you could spend alone onboard this rowdy ship.Â
âSure.â You reached for the towel beside you and tossed it in his direction, âHere you go, buddy!â
âThankââ Zoro started to reply before he registered your words. He looked at you, his face contorted in what you could only describe as disgust, âHa?!â
You smirked at how readily he took your bait, watching him closely as he wiped off his sweat and stalked toward you. He placed his hands on the bench on either side of you, caging you in as he bent forward to bring his face close to yours, âWhat did you just call me?â
âWhat, you don't like my new nickname for you, buddy?â You taunted, fully realizing that this would piss him off even further.
âOh, am I your buddy, now?â He pressed his body even closer to yours, an intense look in his eyes as he said, âWell, would a buddy do this, then?âÂ
Your heart danced in victory when his lips finally captured yours in a hungry kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down onto the bench.
Maybe you should rile him up more often.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
Luffy
Luffy was sitting at his usual spot at the figurehead when you approached him.Â
The conversation you had with Nami earlier still plagued your mind. She had told you that men hated to be called âbuddyâ by their significant other, but you were pretty sure that Luffy wouldnât mind at all. He had liked all of the nicknames you gave him so far, no matter how ridiculous they were. She laughed and disagreed, telling you that Luffy was a man after all, and there was no way he would not be affected in some way.Â
So, thatâs how you ended up climbing the stairs to the figurehead, on your way to test Namiâs theory.Â
âHey, buddy!â You called out to Luffy.
His head tilted in confusion as he turned to face you, before replying uncertainly, âHey to you too⌠buddy.â
Well, how the table had turned. You didnât expect him to call you "buddyâ back. And you didnât like it. At all.Â
âUgh.â You groaned as you sat down beside him, âForget that. Please donât call me buddy.âÂ
He pouted, âHey, you said it first!âÂ
You chuckled and caressed his cheek, your thumb lightly grazing over his scar, âMy bad, turned out I donât like it when you called me that.âÂ
âWell, I donât like it either.â He shrugged as he admitted, âIt made me feel like I was just your friend. And Iâm not⌠right?âÂ
So Nami was right. It did affect him.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry." You smiled, somehow filled with a strange satisfaction, as you pulled him in for a quick kiss, "You're definitely more than just my buddy, Lu.â
You kept his face close to yours as you said, âI promise I wonât call you buddy ever again if you promise not to call me buddy too.â
Luffy laughed before closing the gap between you again, âDeal!â
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I am sooo going to write a fic where reader and satoru have been married (canon universe). youâve seen his mental health deteriorate because of the higher ups and how heâs perceived as a weapon and is a weapon. satoruâs mental health has been descending for a very long time, and by the end, when youâre soullessly watching his dead body projected by mei meiâs crows, you blankly volunteer to be next.
your life has no purpose. you and satoru were never able to get the life you deserve. you donât last very long fighting sukuna, and you die, praying to whatever merciless god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deservedâ-
you wake up from your dream, gasping. you donât know why it was so vivid; all you remember is that you were some kind of magician? like winx club? and you had a husband and he WAS SMOKING HOT. also both of you died and you were kind of sad, because he was hot :(
soâas a college studentâyou head to your first lecture of junior year. youâve decided to switch majors and have to take this dumb math class thatâs a gen ed and is filled with people. so you take one of two empty spots remaining.
the lecture goes on, until professor rolls his eyes and suddenly everyoneâs heads is turned towards the door, so you just follow the crowd. and there he is.
a boy with the most stunning white hair and sheepish blue eyes giving a charming grin, yelling out something snarky while taking his seat, some people dapping him up as he makes his way to the only seatâ-the one next to you.
as heâs setting his stuff down, and he turns to look at you. blinks.
A breathless, âHi.â
And then, your story begins again.
#IN ANOTHER LIFEEEE I WOULD BE UR BEAUUU#sorry u guys enabled me#reincarnation fic reincarnation fic#aashi yaps#gojo x reader
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bartyyyy 33. hushed conversation in-between kisses in the hallway or something as reader tries to calm him down and stop him from murdering a fellow student for looking at her/saying something to her lols. maybe she fails and he still gets a little murdery
thanks for requesting my love! ⊠600 words
You know Barty can rarely deny you anything.
Not when you coo in that honeyed voice, slipping an arm beneath his rumpled shirt to palm at his bare skin. Murmuring reassurances against his lips, smoothing out his jagged edges with sweetened promises.
You have Barty against the wall in the corridor as you nose at his cheek. You thread your fingers through the short hairs at his nape and scratch, your grin imprinting against the side of his face when he sags against you. The anger melts from his expression like softened butter.
He tips his head back against the wall and it thumps; to entice him closer, your lips push out into a pout you know he won't be able to resist kissing.
One kiss, two, three.
You pull back until your lips are just grazing his, and wedge your shoulder under his armpit, an arm slung lazily round his back. You start to murmur against his mouth.
"Ignore him, baby. You know I only want you."
McLaggen's been harassing you for a date for weeks. It's been harmless for the most part, but you know Barty, and you know he won't think twice before kicking the fucker's teeth out.
"That's not what I'm fucked off about, treasure," he says, smoothing a hand over the crown of your skull.
He gets you by the scruff of the neck, anchoring you back for another open mouthed kiss. You push closer and hum your appreciation. Your fingers splay wide at the dip of his spine, tickling until he squirms under your touch and drops his head to the crook of your shoulder.
You feel McLaggen's furious stare but pay it no mind, too busy doting on your lovely boyfriend to care who's watching. You don't so much as glance away until he knocks his elbow with yours as he breezes past with a faux arrogance you know is all for show.
"Fuck off, McLaggen," you spit, pushing further against Barty. You feel your boyfriend lunge outwards before you're pushing him back and putting yourself in front of him as a shield.
"Treasure, I love you more than life itself, but move," Barty hisses. You sigh.
"Please don't."
He smears a kiss over the top of your head in apology before you're being moved by means of those thick fingers round your waist, lifted until you're thrust against one poor, unsuspecting Regulus Black. You let out a terse breath, steadying yourself against Regulus' shoulder with a splayed hand.
"Sorry, darling," you mumble.
"You alright?"
You nod before your eyes snap to Barty once more. He has McLaggen by the collar, thick fingers squeezing his cheeks in an effort to force eye contact as he bellows down at the boy, loud enough to hurt your ears.
"You touch my girl again and I'll break your fucking jaw, you hear me? You so much as look at her and you're dead."
His eyes are wild and you know his pulse is thrumming something rotten now he's geared up for a fight.
"Barty!" you scold.
Regulus hooks an arm around your waist to keep you from darting off through the crowd that's formed. You harrumph in protest.
"Okay, you're done," you declare, dragging Regulus by the wrist through the crowd with you as McLaggen sags and collapses rather unceremoniously at Barty's feet.
Barty's features morph from triumphant to guilty in an instant. He simpers, eyes scrunching at the corners until his crows feet crinkle. You snort and turn to face him.
"You're lucky I love you."
His eyes blow wide and he looks utterly lovesick. Beautiful, albeit mildly pathetic.
His expression flares with a possessiveness you know all too well. He drags you up his chest for a searing kiss that makes your insides flip-flop. You're breathing hard when he pulls away, slick with spit and beaming like a madman.
"Come on, killer," you snort. "Let's go to your dorm."
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I'm thinking about the Dalish conversation with Zevran and how he tells of the circumstance of his birth in the most matter of fact way and calls it the oldest tale in the book. If the Warden says it was horrible, Zevran plays it off with a nonchalant "Is it?" and says it's normal, especially for the boys he grew up with. But! He approves of you acknowledging that his past has been horrible to him. He keeps diminishing his own problems and trauma, and it's interesting because there are so many little aspects of him that show themselves in that tiny bit of dialogue.
Zevran, as a crow, is trained in the art of seduction and it has been one of the reasons he's still alive to this day. He knows it's typically unsexy to lament on how terribly your past has been affecting you. If you tell Zevran you're sorry for him, he immediately turns the conversation into complimenting the Warden.
It can be read as a test of character if one so chooses. Obviously Zevran isn't going to show a weak point to a person he just met, but, he is telling about himself, on a deeper level, and it's up to the Warden on how they react. Also, It's a good way to scope intentions and such. Zevran is still sharing information on himself, but on his terms. He chooses to tell the Warden about his childhood when all they asked was a question about the Dalish. And he sets a neutral tone to it.
Zevran's childhood is not a pleasant subject and he distances himself from it. It's far easier for him to talk about it that way, and it doesn't force him to process what he experienced and how it was horrible.
But he does enjoy someone, an outsider, reaffirming that what he went through was horrible, and it wasn't okay just because others have gone through the same and worse. Was there a moment in his past, where he even mildly suggested his childhood might have been less than ideal, and gotten back the reaction that it's no different from his peers? Or that he is lucky to have been bought by the crows?
"My first victim, as it were." Is that what the crows said to him? How they reassured Zevran time and time again how he was meant to be an assassin, it has been so since his birth.
#and i'm only scratching the surface here!#obviously this is missing a bit of nuance but i'm not too good with my words#da:o#zevran arainai#i was supposed to talk about zev's visit with the dalish and my mahariels want of returning home but mh. i got emotional about other stuff
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