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[the-faceless-bride]

More Ideas for KNY (demon slayer) different characters ♡ (SOME NSFW CONTENT FOR SANEMI AND MUZAN AND MENTIONS OF GORE IN SANEMI AND LIGHT NSFW IN GYOMEI)

<- Part 1

Imagine being dangerously in love.

Imagine being a demon, obsessed with the brash, and blood thirst Wind Hashira. the first time ever being in battle with him is what leads you down a path of want and lust for the cruel hashira.

Imagine going out of your way to always be where he is, always catching his attention and being attacked by him. He believes you're mocking him, following him just to show off that he hasn't been able to kill you. But that isn't true at all. When you fight, you never actively try and gut him, only blocking your neck and leaving the rest of your limbs exposed to be lashed in this masochism tango.

Imagine struggling to hide your enjoyment and ecstacy each time his sword ripped, teard, and scar your body. He had to have known how me made you feel. He must. The darkness of your cheeks must've been a giveaway. Right? His eyes bewitching you in how intense he glares into your soul. It sets a fire under your cold skin, a burning desire.

Imagine one time when you and Sanemi are fighting. Other slayers show up. But they don't instantly jump into the fight. 1. from looking at the fight, you hadn't landed a single strike and seemed to be a greater deal slower than the hashira, and 2. Tanjiro made an odd comment. "Huh, it's like she's avoiding striking him on purpose."

Imagine how Shinobu decided the fight was long enough and tried to sneak in and end the fight. Only for a switch to set off and catch her off guard and spin at the speed of light, leaving a large gash across her body from her left founder to her hip. And Sanemi instantly tried to help her. Only to be stopped by your own weapon pressed so close to his neck that even swallowing made his Adamsapple scrape against a sharp blade. "Don't you dare. Your attention is meant for me. Are you seriously letting her attempt to get between us work?" And that made Sanemi pause... "us? Wha-" -- "don't play dumb darling. We're soulmates, Sanemi~" you whisper to him. "What the fuck."

Imagine how now you make him feel so conflicted, how he hates you for what you are but loves you for how you make him feel... in his home in his spare time as the sun rises, his windows covered and locked tight as he has you on your knees, leaning forward and his chest pressed to your back. Your head locked between his bicep as his other hand held his sword under you. It nicks you each time he thrusts. If he pushed you forward anymore, his blade would surely cut your chest and stomach open. "I HATE YOU, YOU FILTHY DEMON. I DONT WANT YOU. CURSE YOU FOR DEMONIC TEMPTATION." You softy cry at the harsh words from your love, "I don't care if you don't want me... I'm yours right now..."

Sanemi Shinazugawa × Demon reader Trope: Yandere Lovesick/I hate you so much I love you.

Imagine being with Muzan his entire life... your family were servants to his family. And from a young age, you were assigned to be Muzans personal maid or companion as you were too young to really do any work than cleaning up his room. But since you can remember, you've always been with Muzan.

Imagine being the one he confides with most. His fears, his wishes, and despite his coldness. His shouldering eyes seemed to be less scorching when it came to you. His one and only friend. Even if you didn't have much of a choice in the companionship. It was you who sat in on his doctor's visits about his deteriorating health. When he got the news of how it would be a miracle for him to even make it to his mid 20s...

Imagine how one night after a particularly scary coughing fit, he simply places his head to your mid section as you blush his hair and pull it back into a braid. He softy thanks you as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Of course, I'm always happy to take care of you." But that isn't want he wants. He wanted to take care of you. Not you to him. And without thinking, he pulls you down to him.

Imagine His heat is pounding in his chest. You lay across him as his long and slim fingers tease you between your legs. You try and stay quiet, your face twisted with pleasure and guilt. You felt like you were taking advantage of the sick man who would never find love or feel the love of another in such a romantic and intimate way. You thought maybe that this was him just grasping for a moment where he didn't feel so useless being bedridden. But it was so much more. If this was the last thing he did, pleasing the only one who he cared for most. The one he wished he could've married... he would be happy to die. This surely isn't good for his heart, but he couldn't care less. You hovering yourself above him. As he tried weakly to pull you in to rest your whole weight. This was how he wanted to spend his last days, weeks, and months. However long he had left. He wanted it to be with you.

Imagine as days go by, and he feels more and more guilty. He starts to feel as though you let him do these things because you feel obligated as his personal maid to do so. Nights in the dark ask he fingers you, giving and receiving oral pleasure. But you still won't give him everything. You refuse to fully lay with him. Sometimes, he feels like it's because you don't really love him. Not like he does you. Or maybe you find him... pathetic... he can't actually make love to you. You'd be doing all the work. He doesn't want that, and it seems you don't either... eventually, his thoughts become too much, and he decides to let you go...

Imagine you were relieved of all your maid duties, not just to Muzan but to the family as a whole. You were heartbroken. And the heartbreak only worsened at the news of Muzan and his families and your families deaths. You'd cried more times than you'd ever had before in your life. And you were so very confused when you'd found a Man who looked exactly like Muzan sitting in your bed a few nights later. "Hello dear. I'm home." He invented to truly give you what you wanted, and he was eager to give it too you.

Muzan Kibutsuji × reader Trope: Unrequited/reunited love/soulmates

Imagine being Master Kagaya's faithful slayer, you'd always admired him. You and your Master had created a strong bond. Stronger than others. Moments like this reminded you that you were special. You sat on your knees as you just like you had the first time. Your head pressed to his chest and he dragged his fingers over your head.

Imagine trying not to tear up as you remember the first time you'd kneeled for him. You'd been reckless and impatient leading to a fellow slayer getting extremely hurt. You kneeled before him as you sat in the room alone waiting for him to speak. Doing your best to not make any noise as you silently cry. You'd failed him. Your beloved Master. But he didn't yell. He didn't make you feel like you were a problem. He merely hummed before knealing with you, one hand on atop your head and the other cupping your cheek feeling the wet stream of tears and wiped it away. "It's alright. You didn't mean for this to happen. I know you didn't. I know you're a good girl." And your breath hitched. He noticed. And from then on he gave you positive affrimations which encouraged you to do better. For him.

Imagine how as you sat there listening to his words letting yourself flow away and melt into your master. He thought it was innocent. He was simply your master helping you, if it wasn't him maybe you'd find these soft words from Gyomei or maybe even Kyojuro... but he was wrong. So wrong. It was him. Only him. You'd put yourself on the line so much more than you should've. All to hear those soft praises. His wife must not like you... you do take up more and more of his time as days go on...

Imagine how he softly calls to you. Late that night, he'd heard your footsteps. He sat with you talking. About anything that day. Soft and short conversations. Quiet but not uncomfortable. "You're my favorite you know." He sighed, before he let out a small chuckle "don't tell the others." You know he was teasing. But your heart told you other wise.

Imagine being hurt. In battle you were hurt. But even in your pain you still made your way to your master... your beautiful Kagaya... the married man, the family man, that you had fallen in love with. "My dear, you still come and see me while you're in such pain?" He seemed shocked. But you aren't sure why, you'd walk on hot coles and crawled on your hands and belly to kneel for him. You'd do anything for your master. And you could only hope as his favorite... you wouldn't let him down. Finally you lifted your head from his chest, pulling his hands from your hands, leaving a kiss to his knuckles. One day. One day you'll have him.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki × Slayer reader Trope: unrequited love/lovesick/slow burn

Special Part two of Forbidden love with Gyomei × demon

Imagine how the rest of the slayers flock around Gyomei, asking him so many questions. And he couldn't even answer them all. Too consumed by his disbelief that the person he'd fallen in love with so deeply, had turned out to be a demon.

Imagine how he layed in bed lonely and... missing you. He began to long of your cold touch, your voice, your laugh that was so contagious to him. He missed you. He'd fallen for you. Demon or not. He laid in his bed trying and failing to get even a wink of sleep. But just as he had almost fallen asleep he was awoken by a sound. 'Tap tap' was the sound, 'tap tap' on his window. "Gyomei... my love..."

Imagine how he practically leaped from his bed. Demon or not you had carved yourself a spot in his heart. Slamming open the window and pulling you inside, his hands instantly feeling over your cheeks, your nose, your neck. Kissing the knuckles of your cold hands.

Imagine being the one that made Gyomei for a moment stay from his faiths. Gyomei devoted his life to his beliefs, that includes waiting. Waited all his life for the one. Saving himself and waiting. But you both were in a unique circumstances... so from that point on Gyomei promised himself to you. You would stay with him in his home and he would always come back to you. That night he would kiss you, love you, lay you under him while he whispered for you to be his.

[the-mysterious-detective]

SFW Alphabet for the Slayer

We're back with more information on the Slayer from "Gotham's Judge, Jury and Executionner".

It's our first headcanon and hopefully the first of many to come ! As always feedback is welcome and request are open.

Taglist : @fantasticarcadefan @baldieboi , @fallen-angel2470, @bbmgirll, @feral-childs-word, @hai-there-how-are-you, @bonesareburied, @galgefan, @bonusek

Co-author : @baldieboi

Word count : 1863

Masterlist

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

-He is really affectionate, be it with his family, friends or lover. He’s not the cliche romantic with the flower bouquet or the romantic atmosphere with candles, exquisite wine and the likes but he can make a nice dinner for his beloved.

-With family and friends ? He loves them so much it’s cute actually, he can play video games with them or hang out with any of them of they ask. His friends are in the same bag, he doesn’t hesitate to invite them to whatever activity he has planned.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

-He’s not overbearing but he checks in regularly, ask about anything and everything going on, can invite you to many activities when he’s not on patrol ranging from barbecue, running, fishing, walking in a forest or park to simply grabbing a drink at a bar.

-As to how the friendship start, maybe you knew each other since childhood or even bumped into him in town and it started with a few word, maybe you’re a vigilante too and wanted to know more about man behind the legend of the Slayer ?

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

-Cuddling him would be like hugging a big bear who can be equally friendly and dangerous. His cuddles are surprisingly gentle.

-He rarely says no to cuddles, he’s a hug lover after all so give this bear some love !

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

-He can cook. He cooks well, he wouldn't starve. It's medium, not bad, not the best, medium. Edible, leaves nothing to be desired. He is clean. He like keeping his personal space clean and will help clean for his family if asked/needed.

-As for settling down it will have to wait, technically he’s already settled down in gotham but he would only truly be once the city is safe from danger but that doesn’t stop him from dreaming about a potential beloved.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

-He would think it through, it wouldn't be a random decision but a well thought out one. It’s not easy for him but it has to be done since loving him means being the lover of the Slayer and that paints a target on his love and it cannot bear it.

-He laments that it came to that but he prefer seeing them angry at him rather than dead, he’s sad but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

-He would probably dream about it in the future but he absolutely wouldn't rush it. If anything, he would probably postpone even the thought of it until he knows his future fiance would be safe.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

-a big teddy bear, he can carry you around effortlessly and treat you like glass if needed, and despite his massive physique he's capable of being gentle with someone or a pet.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

-He can give them and receive but it's usually for morning or after a long day, he's not one to dish them out whenever he can, absolutely enjoy them though.

-His hugs are suffocating in a good way, he wants to know you’re here, okay and happy (safe too), he isn’t crushing your bones but you won’t find a better hugger anywhere in Gotham.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

-He needs to be sure it's the right person, it can take a few months but once he's sure ? He's saying it like it's the only words he knows.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

-honestly ? I don't see him get jealous, he has much bigger things to worry about and he trust the people around him, be they family, friends or love interest.

-In the rare case where he’s jealous ? He briefly isolate himself and thinks to himself before being reminded it’s childish, he’s an adult and can trust people around him and he doesn’t have to feel jealous.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

-I think he would be gentle at first. Maybe testing what's the best for both of them. Then as he is more experienced and time passes, it might be more passionate.

-His partner may have to guide him at first due to his inexperience but it gives you both a chance to learn what the other enjoy.

-As to where he likes to kiss ? The neck, for odd reasons he loves it and he loves being kissed on the cheek, he’s giddy when you do it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

-He's great with children, he was in the Batfam after all, he could calm his siblings if needed and it works on his family too.

-But if it's true children we're talking about he'd be good with them like a big teddy bear.

-He'd also have a natural calming presence and children would love to hear him talking about anything at all, like that one family member you like despite meeting them once.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

-It depends a lot, it can range from walking around the city to intense training depending on the day but I see him sitting down to read a book, a habit he got from Hayden.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

-There are nights where he can sleep through the apocalypse without waking up once but other nights where he cannot sleep for the life of him, he’ll walk around the house trying to find sleep or talk with you if you’re awake.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

-As we said earlier he needs to know first if his partner is the right one but when he knows ? He's pretty open, of course there's some stuff he won't talk about like him being the slayer but otherwise he's an open book

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

-He had a shorter temper in his younger years, part 1 proves it with how angry he was with Tim or Bruce but now he's more patient and collected, his anger is a cold one and not a blazing one.

-He trained himself in being in control of his emotion during his self-imposed exile, angering him will be much more difficult than it used to be.

-He knows when to get angry and when to stay patient, even with his family he very rarely raise his voice.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

-He remembers a lot about his partner, friends or family. Even some stuff mentioned once like his children mentioning a drink, place, food or anything they like.

-But he sometimes like to purposefully misremember a detail to get a reaction out of someone, such a tease.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

-it depends with who it is, he loves it when his family consider him a father and trusted friend, he wants nothing more than for everyone to be happy.

-For Hayden it's when they hug, it's rare now but each hug was an important moment , for starlight it's when she consider him her uncle ? (Since Hayden technically made her he's her father).

-For his partner, he’d remember something special as well like their first date or dinner, of course there’s the big occasion like saying he loves them or even the marriage proposal if it’s that serious.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

-he's very protective of his family, he lost Jason once and it pushed him to become the Slayer.

-If anything happens to his family ? He's going apeshit on whoever/whatever did it, simple as that.

-He can't stand to watch his family being hurt, no matter who hurts them he'll make sure to make that person/being's life a living nightmare.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

-he's putting a lot of effort into dates, anniversaries and gift, it's a bit awkward at first but he quickly gets the hang of it.

-For everyday tasks he doesn't mind doing them, it gets his mind off of things and it’s only natural that he helps with the tasks as well.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

-He would train even with a broken leg if he had to, he doesn't want to be perfect but he hates making a mistake during a patrol, especially if someone was hurt.

-He would train for hours regardless of his health, he may be a superhuman but he has limits too, it’s up to you or his family to stop him if he pushes himself too hard.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

-he's not a diva, he won't spend hours looking in a mirror however in part 1 it's stated he had bad taste in clothes so he may have a weird style, help is appreciated in this department.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

-he's already feeling whole with his family but a love interest is more than welcome !

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Despite what most (Tim) would think, the slayer is good at inventing his own weapons/gadgets, sure Hayden did most of the work but his gloves were his own invention for example.

-Another hobby of his is carving, he likes carving animals from wood and even has a shelf with wooden animals on it, biggest of which is a grizzly bear the size of a bottle.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

-He doesn't want a partner interested in him only because he is associated with Hayden, that comes with benefits such as money and fame, he also doesn't want someone into him just for his body or something like that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

-once he's deep asleep it's nearly impossible to wake him up but if you so much as put a finger on his armor without him knowing he's suddenly behind you.

[prose-for-hire]

Me and You

Pairing: Faith x fem!slayer!reader

Request: Hi, could you write a faith x female reader (maybe also a slayer) story where the reader is like Faiths opposite, really responsible and serious (sorta like Kendra) and her and Faith keep squabbling but end up falling for each other? If not I completely understand, its your call, thanks :)

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I absolutely love Faith, I want her to hold me lol 💖🖤

As soon as you had been called, your life had completely slotted into place. You were a Slayer. One of the chosen ones. You had perfectly crafted a ten-point plan and highlighted all of the goals you wished to reach now that you were on this path.

You took studying very seriously, you read more than the watcher that you had been assigned. He was actually pretty hopeless, you wondered why he had been assigned to you.

But, you did respect those in authority. So, you assisted him and somehow the correct tome made its way to his desk as if by magic. You respected the status quo for the most part. The way that everyone had their place and yours was to fight vampires and other kinds of demons.

You had arrived in Sunnydale, having been told there were already two slayers there. You weren’t really used to friends and so you didn’t know what to make of them. Faith had taken one look at you and decided she knew everything she needed to know about you.

“Slayer?”

“Yes! Isn’t it a gift?”

“Yeah, the kind you return” She had rolled her eyes at you and dipped. Not needing to hear you recite the entire Slayer manual to her backwards.

As time went on, you got on with Buffy although you felt she wished you would switch off as well. But you had a duty, it was what you had trained for. You couldn’t relax for a moment, you didn’t want to.

However, you entirely didn’t get along with Faith. You were always squabbling. You infuriated each other. You never agreed. Especially not on slaying. But it ended up bleeding through into all parts of you lives.

You just couldn’t stop arguing. Sometime sit was heated and one of you had your hand curled into a fist. Other times it was stupid and petty and you both knew it, but it didn’t mean you would stop.

However, as this continued, you began to find yourself becoming increasingly attracted to her. It confused you and you hadn’t understood at first. But soon you were watching her lips as she spoke. Imagining kissing her. Having those toned arms wrapped around you.

You only snapped more at her when you realised. Didn’t want anyone to notice, much less her, the way that you felt. You had never even considered that she felt the same. And she really did.

Buffy had said you needed to patrol. There was a nest of vamps and she needed you to take the west and you would meet your patrol partner there.

She had chosen to have her actual friends with her so that she wasn’t bored and decided to pair you and Faith up on the far side from where she would be. 

“You?!” You squeaked, your voice higher in pitch than you had expected it to be.

“Yep. Just me and you” She grinned at your expression walking past you her stake in hand. You exhaled, sighing audibly in frustration as you stalked after her to catch up.

You were going to be alone together. You didn’t know if you were annoyed or elated. You couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be her girlfriend.

It took about three steps before you began to squabble again. As you usually would. Your voices had carried across the cemetery you had been walking through. It wasn’t your usual stealth. Because of how much attention you were paying each other and how engrossed in the interaction you were, no matter how heated it was getting, it meant you hadn’t noticed the vampires that were beginning to surround you.

You walked for a while until you made a left turn and suddenly found yourself surrounded. A nest of vampires were apparently a whole army of vampires.

But they had a mastermind behind them. They had rushed you, you managed to thin the herd slightly but not by enough. You and Faith retreated into an old tunnel system. You fought hard, but it was no use. You were strong but there was too many.

You had began fighting in-sync but you had soon ended up as if you were fighting your own battle. Getting in each other’s ways. You shouted at each other but it was no use.

Suddenly as more vampires could be heard running to join the fight overhead, there was a loud cracking sound above your heads. The foundations weren’t solid in this area. The ground above had caved in and left the concrete crumbling into the tunnels.

Luckily, you and Faith had been left in one half and the vampires in the other. Unluckily, you had hit a dead end and had been sealed in.

Now you were trapped. Together. Because you had been paying more attention to each other rather than the threat.

“Well, that’s one threat gone” She shrugged as you just stared incredulously. You hadn’t taken out the nest and now you were trapped. There was no good side.

“Oh yeah, well done. I could have handled it”

“You and what army, huh? You’re kiddin’ yourself” Faith shook her head at you. At the way you were so self-assured you were giving her a run for her money.

But despite her faults, of which you had pointed out many to her as she had to you, she was perceptive. She noticed something about you. She wished she could pretend she hadn’t been taking notice of you on purpose. Because of that guilty affection she harboure for you. The one she couldn’t dare name. She didn’t want to get hurt, she would rather stick to relationships with guys she didn’t care about. She only had to pretend to care for a night.

With you, it was different. To be vulnerable with you and to have you reject her. To not be affectionate with her the way she was embarrassed to admit she had dreamed about.

She didn’t usually do this. Let you see that she took notice of you, but she couldn’t help saying it.

“Not everything is you havin’ the whole world on your shoulders y’know?” she asked, her tone had changed. Almost… softened. You didn’t take care of yourself at times, she had noticed. Sacrificing yourself for your duty.

“Yeah you wouldn’t know” You snapped back at her despite the tone you had thought you caught from her. But your voice was wavering. Every second you spent trapped you began feeling worse and worse.

Faith didn’t take your snapping personally, she never did. In fact, she found herself enjoying it. Finding herself noticing the absence if you hadn’t interacted that day. Even if it was just you at each other’s throats.

It had been hours. You had both barely spoken since. You had to take your jackets off as the room began to heat up. You were beginning to sweat. Your breathing irregular. You were pacing.

“I-I can’t do this!” You suddenly shouted, “I need to get out of here!”

“Hey, y/n/n-”

“Help!” You screamed, pounding on the wall. Hoping that someone, anyone would hear you. But Faith, as you usually would, knew that this could bring threat. You were panicking so Faith clasped a hand over your mouth, muffling your shouts. You missed the way her other hand lingered on your shoulder in your panic.

She expected you to push her off but you just sort of let her hold you there. The proximity to you was agonising and your breathing was heavy. From the fear. From the way her skin felt against you.

But rather than argue, you just stopped. She moved her hands away and you moved against the wall, sliding down it to sit at the bottom on the floor.

You put your head in your hands. You didn’t like this. You were truly scared. She had never seen you this way. You were always cool. Taking everything as it came at you. You took on every duty that was expected of you.

But now you just couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t follow protocol. You didn’t want to be stuck here. Didn’t want to have to wait it out. To possibly never see the light of day.

She saw that you were scared. Genuinely scared in a way you would never usually let her see. She presumed you were so cool all of the time. A robot. Y/n the slayer-tron.

You were visibly worried. Expecting the end. She watched you for a moment, debating whether to comfort you. Before her mouth decided for her.

“Hey, don’t freak okay? B knows where we are. Her and the others’ll come” She shrugged, sitting down beside you on the floor.

But she wasn’t as sure of herself as she came across. She was being strong. For you. She had never seen you be this vulnerable before. You would never admit you were scared. But being confined here it made you rethink everything. Your very purpose.

“What if we die down here?”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, huh? It’ll be cool” she said firmly.

She looked at you for a moment, wanting to put her arms around your shoulder. Provide some kind of comfort. She couldn’t explain it. She cared about you, she had just never known how to show it. Arguing and working up a lot of sexual tension was so much easier.

“B-but it’s real, isn’t it? That we could die. That we will die… sooner than later” You never allowed yourself to think of it, much less discuss it. But this situation had gotten to you somehow. Had made you question your resolve. Your duties. How you just listened to the rules without questioning them.

This also made you incredibly guilty. You prided yourself on how seriously you took your duty. On the way you were a watcher’s dream. How you had saved the world.

It shocked her, that you would include her in your thoughts. Gave her this strange feeling. Hope. Or, a feeling that you trusted her in some sense. Could rely on her in the way she wished you would sometimes.

“Look, I don’t know about you but I’m here for the long haul. We’re good at this, we’re survivors” She offered, talking of you both as a unit. As something that appeared to meant she was by your side. That you weren’t alone in how you felt.

“Yeah, when we’re not getting ourselves trapped” You berated yourself more than her. You didn’t want to be stuck here, but you would be lying if you hadn’t imagined having her to yourself this way. In a conversation that was kind.

“Accidents happen. Me and you, we’re, uh, the ultimate team. We’re- we’re gonna get through this, right?”

“Me and you” you repeated and she nodded, smiling. As if telling you ‘that’s the spirit’. But her smile dropped a little when she saw the look you were giving her. Your lips were parted slightly and she couldn’t help scanning your face. You were so close she could map out every feature so clearly. She was making a mental picture so that she could submit it to memory.

The temperature had been rising the entire time you had been stuck there. The proximity of the way that you were sitting made those words feel intimate. You had wordlessly shifted closer as you spoke.

The meaning growing as you both leaned in. Agonisingly slowly. Heat rising around you, but you still reached for her weaving your fingers through her shiny brunette hair. She felt so good under your hands it propelled your forwards her lips were waiting. She had waited so long for this moment.

Driven herself wild with want. With the lust she had, the thoughts she had drove her crazy. That she wanted all sides of you. Even your stick-by-the-rules nature. She was fond of you. She had such deep feelings.

Your lips met. Crashing against each other in your haste. In your innate need to connect with her. Through the arguing. Through the frustration. Focusing only on her lips, the way her tongue entered your mouth urgently.

You couldn’t get over how good she tasted. How you never wanted to stop. You were addicted to her touch. To her.

But of course, you knew this already. You were only confirming it. And this was no mere kiss. Not to either of you. This was Earth-shifting. Ground breaking.

You had kissed her. She was surprised at the way you had initiated this. She didn’t expect you to actually feel the tension the way she did. But she fucking loved it.

You were hungry for more. For her. In that moment, you were willing to forget your situation. Hell, you were ready to forget every responsibility. Your very destiny. Just to keep her lips on yours. To have her reciprocate your feelings even if it was only physical for her. But it wasn’t just physical to her. This meant something.

Suddenly you heard something. A spell had broken through the barriers that had blocked you in. A flash of light and you had sprung apart. Both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Chests heaving. Eyes glancing towards the other, making sure it wasn’t dream.

Some guilty secret. Somehow, you both knew that wasn’t the last kiss you would share.

Your rescuers all pretended they hadn’t seen anything. But your friends were all as relieved as you, it had been about time.

[the-mysterious-detective]

Poll for "Gotham's judge, jury and executioner" part 3.

pictures

hyperlinks

none

Voting ended onJun 7, 2025

part 3 is coming along nicely but we have something to ask you all, do we put pictures on the story to help you visualize the gear the Slayer will use ?

We thought of hyperlink as well instead of pictures. Most of the gear used will be from Doom the Dark ages like the armor, shield and flail.

Or we could put nothing and leave you to make you own image of the gear used.