#( anytime he falls for a human it's just him remind himself that he needs to cherish his time with them )

[sinner-as-saint]

no masters or kings

Priest!Bucky x Reader 

Run-through: Father Barnes’ life had been rather peaceful for years. He never complained though, he chose this. Between mass on Sundays, bible study sessions during the week, and office hours, the amount of time he has left he dedicated to reading and keeping his body active. There wasn’t much to do in this small, almost forgotten town. Then a new face appeared. A woman, married to some businessman who leaves her all by herself while he grows his fortune in the city. Father Barnes seemed determined at first, to herd and care for the new, young, lonely little lamb. But that is until he found himself tempted to sin like never before. 

Themes: priest!bucky, smut, degrading kink, infidelity, explicit language, (sacrilege, blasphemy, and all the other bad stuff)

a/n: i’m going hell anyway so yeah, PILFS <3 

“It’s very late.” 

His hushed voice echoed in the empty, dark church. Your back stiffened as you froze, standing by the pews. You turned around slowly and found him standing at the entrance, the rain falling noisily behind him. As if creating a curtain to separate you two from the world outside. 

You knew where the switches were but you didn’t turn on the light when you walked in. There was just enough light coming from the outside to allow you to move properly and see. So you couldn’t exactly see the expression on his face. 

But you saw that he was drenched, completely. He must’ve gone on a run, you figured, and instead of going back home for the night, he saw the little light at the church doorstep and decided to come check who was here. 

“I… I couldn’t sleep.” You whispered back, watching him as he stepped inside and shook his head – reminding you a little of a dog shaking – as he tried to get the rain water out of his hair. “You once said you always left the church unlocked so I thought…,” You sighed, “I should probably go.” 

“No.” He was quick to say, in that tone. Your body tensed up. “Stay.” He added quietly. 

You looked at him. Drenched jacket, wet track pants sticking to his body, he was breathing heavily so he must’ve ran all the way here. He did that often, he once said. He liked running at night. 

You watched as he stepped closer to where you stood. That little bit of grey in his beard drove you insane. Suddenly you couldn’t think. 

He had that look about him which you could only describe as ‘priestly’. Wise, slightly older, calm. He was the kind of man you’d want to open up to. You’d want him to see all that was dark and wrong inside your human heart only so he could use that firm, strong voice and tell you that it’s all gonna be okay. That you were forgiven. Loved. And never alone. 

You watched as he unzipped his jacket, revealing that ridiculously tight black shirt inside which clung to his ridiculously muscular torso. 

“Did you need me?” He asked, again in that voice. That comforting voice that made everything okay. 

You knew what he meant. How he meant it. You knew he meant it in an innocuous way. But fuck if your mind didn’t go straight to that sinful pit it stays in. Temptation, like a vicious vine, reached and wrapped around your brain as you struggled to speak. 

It was always like this. Ever since the first time you stepped foot in this space and found Father Barnes sitting in silence all by himself. At first you mistook him for being just a parishioner. Black slacks, black shirt with the sleeves rolled up till his elbows, only when he turned around to face you did you notice the white collar. But by then it was too late and in your head you’d already imagined his naked body taking yours, owning you, using you. 

That day, you could tell he could almost read your mind. You were embarrassed so you excused yourself and left quickly. And anytime you wanted to be back here, and be good and behave, one look at Father Barnes and you felt like you were burning with all that pent up desire. 

It wasn’t entirely your fault. When you married your husband, you knew what you were getting into. You knew you married a man who was already married to his job in the city. But your parents couldn’t let such a wealthy, beneficial, and strong alliance go. You were given a luxurious life. There was nothing you lacked. 

You had a lavish home here in this small town, a wedding gift from your busy husband who visited maybe twice a year. You had it all. Money, vintage cars, horses you loved, a home you liked taking care of, privacy, all of it. 

All except company. Intimacy. Feeling a warm body press up against yours at night. Feeling warm skin against yours in the early hours of a lazy morning. You never got to hold hands with anyone, or get a hug. Or share a meal with. Or go on walks with. You were all alone here. And maybe that loneliness pushed you to visit the church the first time. 

Ever since, Father Barnes had become a habit. Watching him, picturing him doing unholy things to you, noticing him whenever you were at a coffee shop, or the library. You yearned for him. And it was all only heightened by the fact that he was so unreachable. So kind. So unlike how you wanted him to be. To him, you were just another lost soul he wanted to guide. 

Did you need me? 

Yes. Yes you did. In the most dirtiest of ways one can imagine. He was a handsome man. Kind blue eyes, long black hair that nearly reached his shoulders, a face only God could’ve created, and that body that he liked to take care of. He was a dream. 

And a priest. 

“I…” You struggled to find your words. “I thought a walk would help tire me out and put me to sleep. But then it started raining so here I am.” You gave him a faint smile. 

He returned one back. 

He ran his fingers through his wet, long hair and said, “I can keep you company for a while, if you want.” 

He waited. Then you said, “I’d like that.” 

–

Bucky was praying in his head as he asked you to take a seat, then sat down beside you. 

He prayed to God, in fact to anyone and anything that would listen to him. God, gods, universe, the freaking stars in the night sky which weren’t visible right now because it was pouring like it was the end of the world. He prayed you wouldn’t glimpse down and see the thing growing in his pants. 

He was ashamed. 

Ever since he first saw you, there was this pull he’d never felt before. It was like having burning hot claws sink into his flesh each time he laid eyes on you. Out on the streets, in the coffee shops, in the library, in the little diners, at the freaking grocery store, in parking lots – it was a small town so he saw you a lot. 

He had to walk by your extravagant property each time he went to the bakery, and each time he felt like a little boy who was excited to see whether or not the pretty girl would be outside this time to smile and give him a little wave. 

Then each time he saw you in this church it was somehow way worse. Like being here made the temptation more sinful. 

Bucky looked up at the cross and mentally begged. Make it stop. This is wrong. Make it stop. 

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Your gentle voice spoke. “I’m sure you need your sleep.” 

“It would be wrong of me to leave you here all by yourself.” He said, realising that this was the longest conversation you two had had. Usually you were too shy to even look him in the eyes. You kept your sentences short and always looked caught. 

So he liked this. 

Silence. 

Then you said, “I was never religious, you know?” There was a faint smile in that tone, he didn’t have to look to know. 

“Are you now?” 

He could feel your shrug. “I don’t know.” You answered. “I don’t think I have what it takes to be… so desperately good. Like you, for instance.” 

Oh if only you knew… 

Bucky shifted in his seat. Mentally begged God some more as the quiet tone of your voice made it hard for him to even sit still. He wanted to let out some of the primal aggression he was feeling. Squeeze something. Bite something. Sink into something. Preferably your tight hot body. 

Heavens. He sighed. Help me. 

Clearing his throat he said, “You don’t have to be if you don’t want to. It’s enough for me that you feel comfortable enough just to come here and feel like you’re not alone.” 

A moment of silence passed, with just the sound of heavy rain in the background. “But it’s not enough for me.” Then you quickly added, as if embarrassed that you must have overshared, “I shouldn’t be saying these things.” 

“Why not?” He frowned. What things? 

You let out a soft chuckle that only sent more blood down to his rock hard cock. Bucky clenched his fists, struggling. 

“It’s the middle of the night. I should go.” You said. 

No. He didn’t want you to go. “If there are things you need to voice out,” He said, “Would the booth make you feel more comfortable?” 

You chuckled again, turning your head to look at him. Bucky let his eyes roam all over you very, very quickly. Dark trousers, dark jacket, a scarf around your neck… too many layers. He almost groaned as he imagined himself peeling all those layers off of you. 

“Oh Father Barnes,” You sighed. “Maybe another time.” 

Then you left. Leaving him confused, aroused, and feeling way too much. 

— 

The next time Bucky saw you was yet again, on a random rainy night. After his daily run, he noticed the small lamp outside the church door was lit and ran all the way to the church to check out who it was. 

He ignored the boyish hope in his heart which begged that it’d be you. Yet he breathed out in relief when he saw it truly was you. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, hoping his tone wasn’t too teasing. 

You gave him a small smile and nodded. “Would you… um, last time you mentioned the booth. Do you think, I mean, I know it’s late and–,” 

He cut you off by walking over and placing his hands on your shoulders. “Whatever makes you feel more comfortable. Follow me.” 

You did. 

–

Sitting down on the wooden bench felt weird. You’d never done it before. Never been inside the wooden box. The space was small, dark wooden panels on all sides. A small opening allowed you to partially see Father Barnes on the other side, that is if it was during the daytime. Right now, it was all too dark. You only knew he was there by the sound of movement. 

The air smelled like candle wax and incense. It felt mysterious, intimate almost to be here with him. It felt weirdly comforting. Maybe this is why people come back, you thought. 

“You’ve never done this, have you?” He asked. 

“No.” You replied, feeling a little out of place. 

“Well, we begin with the sign of the cross…” He trailed off, as if hoping you’d do it along with him. You did. Then silence. “Now, you may tell me about the things you left without saying last time.” 

You took a deep breath. Then said, “I think I’ve been alone for way too long.” 

There was a pause before he spoke. “Alone? You mean in this town?” 

You exhaled calmly and explained, “I mean in my marriage.” 

–

Bucky closed his eyes and sighed. Alone in your marriage? God help him. This was not helping his sick, twisted fantasies. All those times he fantasised as he walked by your expensive home about how he could just walk in and find where you are and demand you let him take you. Your husband wouldn’t be home. He never was, everyone knew that. Most people pitied you, the rest envied your lifestyle. But he… oh it was his most sinful fantasy till date. 

He forced himself to ask, even though he was in no shape to hear the answer, “What is it that makes you feel this way? Is there a lack of some kind?” 

He heard your shaky breath, as if you were debating whether you should tell him. “I…” You started, then stopped. Then sighed and finally said, “I’ve never been with my husband.” You explained further. “We both agreed that our marriage was only a way to solidify the business transactions between our families. We both agreed we wouldn’t be a conventional couple. He craved his busy work like in the city and I liked the tranquillity of a small town.” You paused. 

Bucky listened intently. 

“So I knew what I was getting into when I got married and moved here, while my husband remained in the city. We only see each other maybe for two weekends out of the year and that too only during the holidays when we need to put on a show for our families and smile and look happy in family photos. And I was fine with it.” Another defeated sigh. “But then it got lonely.” 

Bucky sucked in a breath as he shook his head slightly, begging God again. Don’t let my mind go there. Don’t let the fantasies seem attainable. Please. He begged. But he also needed to say something back. Something priestly. And quick. 

“I see.” He cleared his throat, refusing to even acknowledge the growing desire in his pants. Yet again. “So it’s the distance. How long has this been the case?” 

You replied, “Since the very start. I’ve never been with him, you see?” 

No. No. No. 

“Never lived with him? Never felt a sense of companionship? I admit, that must be very hard. To feel alone in a marriage–,” 

“Father Barnes,” It sounded like you were begging in shame as you interrupted him. “I have never had sex with him. Or anyone. Ever since I got married two years ago. Do you understand now?” 

“Oh.” 

You let out a soft chuckle. “Oh? I guess it must come naturally to you. To dodge those, um, desires but, I’m only human. I’m a woman, with needs. I… it worries me sometimes because often it is all I can think about all day.” Another humourless laugh. “I don’t have much to do, you see? I do enjoy the simplicity of the small town. I love my animals, my staff, I get to do things I’ve always wanted to do. I can drive around and read, and paint, and cook, and I truly do enjoy my company but sometimes… It can be very lonely. One time I–,” 

You cut yourself off. And silence followed. Tormenting Bucky even more as you left him wondering. And oh did he wonder. About your lonely nights. About you in your luxurious home, in your large bed, fingers sliding in and out from in between your thighs, crying out loud as you make yourself come. Poor you. Rich, lonely wife of a careless, rich man. Forced to take care of your needs all by yourself. 

If only there was an equally lonely man able to keep you company. If only… 

“What?” He asked, because he needed to know. “One time you what?” 

“I… you know there are people who provide services. For women like me.” Your breathy voice was driving him to the fucking edge. 

“Women like you?” 

“Yes.” Your voice was more firm now, almost like you were smiling in a mischievous way. “You know? Rich, lonely women. I almost, I mean for the longest time I contemplated hiring a male escort. But then I didn’t.” 

“I see.” He said again. “Feeling alone and neglected can result in wanting companionship in whatever form is available.” 

He was barely holding on to fucking sanity now. 

“But it was wrong, wasn’t it? To want to be with another man, any man at this point to be honest.” You sighed. “It’s like an itch that never goes away. And it makes me…” You paused, then said, “It makes me want things, crave things, crave people that I shouldn’t. It’s getting worse and worse,” You confessed. “Sometimes I leave the doors and windows unlocked or opened, even at night,” You sighed, struggling too by the sound of it, “Shamelessly hoping someone might just walk in and–,”

“Stop.” He said, using a voice he never did before. He had never interrupted a penitent so rudely. So suddenly. But he heard his own twisted fantasy come out of your mouth in that breathy tone he would lose it. “Please,” He begged in a lowered voice. 

Then he heard your gasp. Like you were ashamed. Alone in that wooden box, drowning in your desires and temptation. Right there, in this dark night, right fucking there for him to take. To taste. To touch. He was no one but a starved male at that point. He was nothing but the desires in his head. The fantasy. The claws of sin dug into him, reaching places he thought he’d shut off forever but there they were, open and raw and wanting. Wanting you. 

He didn’t know when he got out of his side of the booth and opened the other side to find you with a surprised look on your face. Surprised, but with lust in your eyes. 

“Father Barnes?” 

Bucky was crossing that line he shouldn’t. He knew he was. There was no going back. Not as he knelt down right in front of you. The space was cramped but he didn’t care. He knelt in between your legs and looked up at you. 

“You said you craved people you shouldn’t. Is one of them me?” He asked. 

–

The tension was too much. The air around you shifted. You looked down at him, not regretting the dress you wore because now you could feel him in between your bare legs. Even in the dark his body tormented you. He was still cold and drenched from the rain earlier. But so firm with your thighs pressing around him. 

“Yes.” You answered, truthfully. 

His warm hands were on your bare thighs immediately. Rubbing up and down like he had all the time in the world. “Is that so?” He questioned. His tone was lower, darker. Grave. Fuck. “Is that why you wore a pretty dress to come see me? In the middle of the night?” 

He leaned in, lips brushing against your collarbones and neck as he breathed. His warm breath making you squirm and shiver. You bit back a moan as he slowly slid his hands under your dress. 

He looked down at his hands disappearing beneath your dress for a quick moment before he looked back up into your eyes in disbelief. 

“Did you wear this for me?” He asked upon further inspecting your body, as his fingers brushed against the softest, thinnest of lace underwear. “Surely you didn’t wear this for your husband who never comes home to you, hmm? Answer me.” 

“No.” You answered firmly. “I didn’t wear it for him.” Of course you didn’t. Your husband treated you like you were non-existent. Not that you minded. 

Bucky chuckled, his mouth still exploring your skin. His stubble rough against your soft skin. “And what did you think was gonna happen here? Showing up dressed like a shameless woman. Did you hope you could tempt me into touching you?” He whispered. 

His fingers slowly slid past your underwear, exploring the warmth there. You let out a soft moan, your own fingers sliding into his hair as he groaned upon feeling how wet you were. 

One moment he had a little bit of sanity left where he kept telling himself that he could stop at any moment if he wanted to. But then he slid his finger inside you, and the soft moan you let out was his undoing. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he leaned in to kiss you. Hard and fast, before his mouth found its way down your neck again, until he wrapped his mouth around your clothed nipple and sucked. Hard. 

You couldn’t help but gasp and moan as his warm mouth wrapped around your flesh, wetting the fabric of your dress. Then he shifted to the other one, making you whine and squirm against him. Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently as he toyed with your breasts. 

And then he was eagerly bunching up your dress so he could taste what he wanted the most, that wetness in between your legs. “Good women don’t do this, you know?” He whispered, “What if someone comes in here right now and decides they need some peaceful alone time? What then?” 

You whined as he lowered your underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. You knew nobody would come in here right now. It was the middle of the night again. This whole small town was asleep. Not even one car drove on the road. But you still played into the fantasy because it was so hot. You were burning, feeling the touch of a man after so long. 

“They’d catch us.” You said, “They’d catch you.” You groaned, doing absolutely nothing to stop him. 

Bucky chuckled, “Or maybe they’d see you spreading your legs like a desperate whore for me and decide they want to watch the show. Maybe they’d even grab a chair and sit, and watch as I make you feel good.” You whined upon hearing his words. He couldn’t help the smirk. “You like that? Hmm? The possibility of someone finding you in here, legs spreading and your arousal dripping out of you? Does that make you feel powerful? Wanted?” 

“Please…” You begged, quietly. 

Then he gave you what you wanted. And you let him. You let him taste you until he had his fill. You let him take one of your legs and put it over his shoulder which opened you up even more to his warm, eager mouth. To his tongue which slid in and out and up and down until you were almost crying in pleasure. 

“Look at you,” He said, kissing down your inner thigh. “Spreading your legs for a man of God like a shameless little slut, hmm? Is that what you are?” 

He ate you out until you were trembling, until your arousal was dripping down his chin. “Fuck, please!” You cried out, fingers tugging on his hair. His tongue, his lips, the gentle suction of his warm mouth –  it was all too much. 

“Is this what you wanted? All those times you left your doors and windows unlocked, did you ever wish I would wander in and just take you however I wanted?” He moved his head side to side, his coarse stubble brushing against your soft inner thighs. “Hmm? Did you ever think about me while touching yourself, you filthy little whore?” 

“Yes…” You whined and trembled, trying to keep your voice down as he made you lose your mind by eating you out like a starved man. 

Which he was. It was like he was tasting the most forbidden of fruits after years of being denied. Like he was suddenly unchained and free. Hungry. 

You whined as he pulled away without letting you come. You wondered if he regretted this, if he would kick you out but he only pulled you off the bench, flipped the two of you around in the dark so that he was the one sitting on the bench now and pulled you onto his lap. 

You were surprised for only a moment, but then got over it as you found your impatient hands at the waistband of his track pants. You paused, for only a moment, fingers toying with the waistband of his underwear, you looked up into his eyes, they shone even in the near complete dark. Like he was… godly. 

“Are you sure you want–,” 

He cut you off, firmly. Using that tone again. “I will die right here if I don’t take you right now, you hear me?” 

You nodded, reaching for his cock as you said in a shaky voice, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” 

“Did you?” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier. 

You nodded, wondering if he even saw it in the dark. But you didn’t care, not as you wrapped your hand around his hard cock, hearing him hiss in pleasure as you lifted off of his lap, aligned the tip of his cock to your entrance before gently sinking down on him. 

“Oh fuck,” You cried out as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in. 

“Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss as he thrust his hips up. He hadn’t done this in a long, long time but nature took over. He wanted more, more, more. “This is all you wanted, huh? Always giving me those eyes, always giving me that look,” He sounded stern. Almost mad. “You were basically always around me like a bitch in heat, hmm? Is this cock all you were craving? While living in your nice big house, your husband away earning money for you to spend, all this time you’ve been thinking about me, hmm?” 

“Yes…” You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little so as to not hit the roof of the booth. 

“Yes what?” He asked, sounding all cocky and less priestly as he smacked your thigh. 

“Father Barnes,” You corrected yourself, “You’re all I wanted. You’re all I think about.” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter. He was better than you could’ve ever imagined. Bigger, even. 

“You don’t even care how wrong this is, do you?” He threw his head back, grunting at how good you felt. “You don’t even care what you’re doing to a pious man like myself.” He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “I thought about you too, you know? About this tight little cunt, dripping and hungry for me. Some nights I would’ve done anything for just a taste of you.” 

His words were too much. The whole situation was too much. Too good. The space felt hot, stuffy, and sinful. “Please, I need to come. Please.” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in sync with his thrusts. It only made you clench harder around him. 

You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up more into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came so close to coming undone for him. 

“You’re gonna come for me, little lamb?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock like a shameless woman, huh? Not caring about where we are, what time it is, or what your husband might think if he ever finds out, you don’t care, do you?” He chuckled. “You’re too cock-drunk to care, too much of a little slut for me to care, huh?” 

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please.” 

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on. Come all over my cock. Come for me…” 

Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath. 

Bucky came right after you, feeling his whole body tingle like this was the closest to heaven he’ll ever get. His warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just rammed his cock in and out of you like an animal. Like he hadn’t just sinned in so many ways. 

You caught your breath, wrapped in his strong arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, his cum flowing out of you. 

“You’re not gonna hire any stranger to come and keep you company, you hear me?” 

You nodded, face brushing against his damp shirt and his warm neck. It felt good here, in his embrace. It felt safe. 

“I’m here, and you’re mine to take care of now. When you need to be fucked, you come find me. Is that understood?” 

You smirked, then said, “Yes, Father Barnes.” 

---

part 2

[peppertoastuniverse]

pep reads: gojo satoru – long fics (pt.1)

Part 2

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☆ the way you love me by @peachsayshi [AO3/tumblr] [status: ongoing ◦ 29/? chapters] [smut!] [fwb!gojo] #pep's first fic she was OBSESSED with #real good good smut WITH FEELINGS

“We can stop anytime. If either one of us feels like... this ...might be too much. We stop, no questions .” “We can stop anytime,” Gojo repeated “... and nothing changes between us .” You swallowed hard at his last statement. You may not be able to read his eyes but you could hear it in his voice that he needed reassurance. “No matter what happens, we’ll still be friends...” you replied softly, “now kiss me before I change my mind.”

☆ you and me by tomodachi [AO3: ] [status: completed ◦ 5/5 chapters] [tear jerker] [eventual smut!] #pep cried #gojo just kinda loves you real hard

“Prisoners say the most comical things when their judgment comes,” you tilt your head, lifting a finger before him, “Who are you?"

--- History is written by the winners, Satoru knew this well. It was only when he lost and got sealed inside the Prison Realm he learned how to be weak and find out a long buried truth.

☆ ito by peekamatcha [AO3] [status: ongoing ◦ 48/? chapters] [super slow burn] [shinto elements] #pep DIES with every update #the TWIST in that one chapter omg

You, a former sorcerer now working as a university lecturer, were hoping to maintain your distance with the sorcerer world for an eternity to come. However, with the reappearance of an upperclassmen from a decade ago, you are forced to go on a journey which you would rather sit out of. But somebody must save humanity from the impending apocalypse and apparently the job falls on the shoulders of you two.

It would have been alright had he not been everything you didn’t want to be reminded of. And the sacrifices to be made may be more than what had been bargained for. ☆moonlight by @septembersummer [AO3/tumblr:] [status: completed ◦ 10/10 chapters] [smut!] #pep loves this AU #pep SCREAMED

Gojo Satoru is dying. And no, it's not his fault this time.

The curse which is withering Satoru into an early grave is actually the product of his great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather, who had a couple of sons that refused to procreate. And what does a proud, powerful man do when his sons refuse to fuck, and there won't be another heir to the clan?

He curses his own bloodline, of course.

It's only natural that he forces them through some twisted form of sorcery to become uncontrollably, violently attracted to the person they're most genetically compatible with.

It's even better that the curse creates a permanent, unbreakable bond between the two unwilling lovers. That's right, it usually takes more than one fuck to make a baby-- so, why not force them to have twelve?

Satoru wished his ancestor would be resurrected from the grave, just so that he could kill him again. That is, before Satoru inevitably dies.

He's had a good run, he thinks. Now, all he has to do is make sure you don't find out that you can fuck him back to life and try to very stupidly save him from himself.

(here's a spoiler: you do).

☆ a typical family by @literalia [AO3/tumblr] [status: completed? ◦ 32/32 chapters] [non liner narrative] [dad!gojo] #pep absolutely MELTED #slice of life #pep's gojo comfort fic

"satoru. where did you get these kids?"

or

after a six month absence, satoru shows up at your door two little kids following behind. chaos ensues.

☆ and if i cant see by hollowdonut [AO3: ] [status: unknown ◦ 26/? chapters] [slowburn] [eventual smut!] [tw: ptsd] #pep loves the reader's dynamics with gojo!

They say eyes are the window to the soul, but Gojo’s eyes are almost always hidden behind a blindfold. Even when they aren’t, you can never tell what he’s thinking.

You wonder if you should’ve taken that teaching job in Kyoto instead.

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☆ all hail the empress! by @chuluoyi [tumblr/AO3: ] [status: unknown ◦ 1/? chapters] [smut!] #pep loves this AU #but THE END THO? OMGGG you are an empress perfect in every way... until your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress. but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you, and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

I headcannon that humans usually get to choose where the marks go when they make a pact, but MC didn't care so they just let the brothers choose. This is purely for fun, feel free not to read it or take it too seriously.

Mammon went for the back of their right hand. For one, it's a safe option and he felt kind of awkward choosing the place for his own pact mark.

Later, it turned out to be perfect. He's their right-hand demon, always within arm's reach. Anywhere they go together, he holds that hand, and whenever MC meets someone new, they shake hands, that person knows right away that they're his human, and he's their demon.

Leviathan followed the same logic at first, and put his on their left forearm, just under their elbow, because where else would he put it?! He's never picked a pact mark before!

In the end, he likes it because it's not always on display, or always hidden. MC shows it off just enough to assure him that they're proud to have a pact with him, and hides it enough so he's not overwhelmed with the reality that he is theirs, and they are his.

When they dress up, they make sure not to cover their arms, and wear his mark with pride, but it's the quiet moments in his room, when they roll up their sleeve and let him trace the mark with his fingers, or trace it with his tail, that he really likes.

Beelzebub had trouble with picking his place. He's never made a pact before, let alone picked where it's been displayed.

He had no real reason for choosing their right shoulder blade, other than a feeling that that's where it needed to be. MC knows though, it's because of his twin. They knew where Belphie's pact mark would go, directly on their other shoulder.

Twin demons, guarding their human's back.

Asmodeus was a cheeky menace, as soon as he was given the choice, he smacked the mark right on MC's inner thigh. He thought it might fluster the little human, but as it turned out, MC is long past the point of flustering.

That choice turned out to be to Asmo's detriment as MC strategically chose how they displayed it. Hot day? They're wearing shorts and his mark is on clear display, sitting nestled on their soft skin, where no one, not even he can touch.

MC's learned to tug at that mark every now and again, granting him the most delicious teasing grin.

The devildom's greatest tease has met his match.

Satan's choice was a hard one, by the time he agreed to a pact, truly chose MC for a pact, he knew they were going to be someone he cared for deeply.

It took him days to decide where that mark would sit, MC never rushed him, or offered to make the choice for him. That patience was something he admired in someone he knows to have a firecracker of a temper.

In the end, he placed the mark on their collarbone, just above where their heartbeat thrums with life.

He wants them to remember that no matter his wrath, he does have a heart, and he'll always protect theirs.

MC often reaches for the brand when heartache strikes, reminding themselves of their wrathful demon, with a heart of gold.

Belphegor loved Beel's choice and didn't hesitate to put his brand on the opposite shoulder blade.

He falls asleep with his head resting on one of those marks at least twice a week, pinning MC beneath him, willing or otherwise. Any attempted to wake him up just has him switching to the other shoulder and clinging to them tighter.

He loves that a permanent mark of his twin is close enough that he can feel anytime MC summons Beel, and vice versa.

Anytime MC summons one, there's a 50/50 chance that both will come, called by each other's magic.

When the time came for Lucifer to make his choice, MC was sure he wouldn't surprise them, but unbeknownst to them, Lucifer had no intention of making the choice completely by himself.

He's seen them, wearing each and every pact with pride, pride to rival his own, but any human with sense would be proud of forging pacts with 6 of the seven lords of the underworld.

MC is more than proud of the pacts, they're proud to be part of the family. They give everything to that family, time, effort, love, all of it dedicated to those they call family.

In the end, MC had already made the choice a very long time ago, and lifted their chin, breath catching as Lucifer's palm encompassed their throat, placing their life, their breath, in his very hands.

The demon beamed his pride as he painted their throat with his brand, never to be hidden, never to be taken away.

That final mark symbolised more than a pact with the avatar of pride.

It stood for the completion of a family long left lacking their final piece.

[i-starcreamed]

could i have some angsty/comfort-ish headcanons about a gn reader who doesn’t feel like they deserve praise or affection, and tfp ratchet, knockout + breakdown (poly, if that’s okay), and starscream comforting them?

[ human!reader post includes: TFP Ratchet, Knockout+Breakdown, and Starscream

hii thanks for the request. this might be OOC and a little...idk, I'm not that good with emotions so I generally went with some things that might fit them, hopefully

TFP Ratchet

He's not a bot that's usually too affectionate, so when you express the way you're feeling he may think it's because of him. Very much in disbelief though, how can you feel unworthy of something you very much deserve?

Either way, he understands you need support when you have those moments of self-doubt

Really encourages you to talk about it if you want to, despite his gruff attitude on the exterior, with you, he patiently listens and tries to help you see your strengths and accomplishments

I mean come on, you're unlike anyone he's ever met and his favorite human + his significant other!!

Will pause anything he was doing to spend more time with you and give you the support you need. Preferably holding you near his chest, close to his spark or near his face. Generally lets you just curl up next to him

His reassuring isn't super lovey dovey but it's genuine

TFP Knockout + Breakdown

You get showered in compliments as soon as you're feeling down

Knockout is more direct and might scoff, don't be silly darling?? You're wonderful and both Breakdown and I love you,,

Breakdown agrees and gently picks you up to emphasize their point. He says you're stuck with the both of them and he wouldn't have it any other way

I feel like both of their love languages are pretty much physical affection, whether it's smothering you in robot hugs or simply vibing with you on their shoulder. To hear that you think you don't deserve it, they're in disbelief

Knockout is the busier one, constantly repairing bots in the medbay and such. Breakdown gets sent on missions too, however, they both make time out of their day to spend it with you. Not that they didn't, but they pay extra attention to their actions and make sure you're happy and secure. Insists that they'll do this for you ANYTIME!!

if someone on the Nemesis is making you feel this way, Knockout will make sure they don't wake up from their next appointment will keep you a safe distance away from them with the help of Breakdown

TFP Starscream

Not the most empathetic but he definitely gets how you feel. He probably feels the same way tbh. These are the few times where he actually acts sincere, or at least as much as he can

If you bring it up to him, he'll stay quiet and listen. Honestly, he understands how vulnerable this moment can be and will keep his comments to himself

Insists how you've not only earned his respect, but he's literally in love with you and that means so much already (he actually thinks you're great, brave and so kind to him...pls he thinks does not deserve you)

"You.. deserve all the affection I give you. And I'll make sure you get it, whether you think you deserve it or not." (he does that little awkward smile he did with knockout in that one episode idk)

Certainly isn't the most...graceful with his words but can occasionally say something genuinely sweet ^

Depending on how long you've been together, his physical affection may seem a little awkward or either very intimate. He's either barely figuring out how to hold you close or holds you up to his faceplates, servos carefully shielding you from falling somehow.

Personally he knows these things take time to get over so he reminds you that you're loved and appreciated..in his own ways

Also if these emotions/thoughts stem from someone else's faults...the revenge has already been plotted and is currently in progress

[sharp-silver4795]

Liu X EJ headcanons 🙏 :)) I love your writing and lore

EJ x Liu HCs

Hehehe gladly!! There are gonna be some story elements to this as well, so bear with me.

The first part is story (TW) and the second part is HCs!

Thanks so much for the compliment! I’ll say it again: I will never get used to people seeing my stuff and liking it 💖

How they met (Story Elements)

This part can be triggering

After Eashar became EJ and Selcra disappeared (died), he wandered around looking for someone to know and someone who he could take care of and would take care of him.

While walking in a wooded area of (some city in Florida- idk) he finds Liu against a tree, very sad in the aftermath of some very traumatic events.

Liu is prepared to be humiliated and defiled further, but is shocked to see what he thought was a man take off his hoodie and offer it to him.

WHOLESOME TIME

From that point, EJ would follow Liu to his house so he could find his window.

EJ visited him every night.

Sometimes he would find Liu crying. So he would cuddle him and lick away his tears.

Other times, Liu would try and communicate with him.

At the time EJ wasn’t too confident in speaking due to his demonic strange voice. So, he would just write shit down.

One time Liu told him that his English wasn’t great either. EJ never told him that if he learns one human language (doesn’t matter which) he can learn all of them cuz ✨demon magic✨

When Liu died, EJ begged death (Fox) to take him to Hydra so that he can see him again. He’d lost too many friends and loved ones to let Liu go.

Life (death?)

So, I’m gonna do this after the fall of the OR, so they’re in Hydra again.

Liu always wakes up lying on top of Jack. Whenever he tries to get up- EJ will stop him and hold him there until he doesn’t have another choice but to let Liu go. (Like needing the bathroom, food, water, etc)

Jack isn’t allowed to cook for obvious reasons. Their mornings are spent apart so Liu doesn’t puke at seeing his husband eat a human heart.

Liu has to force this man in a shower and to brush his teeth before being allowed to kiss him.

They have to buy toothbrushes in bulk cuz EJ rips em up- his are single use.

Their bed is fucking huge cuz they both giants

Night time cuddles is a god death-given right

Because EJ wants to make sure Liu is safe at all times, he HAS to be touching him skin-on-skin.

Just because of that ⬆️ Liu sleeps shirtless

They have an ass ton of blankets bc Liu is naturally very cold he’s dead and ain’t got hot acid tar running through him

Their bedroom door is always locked because of Liu’s issues from trauma and the fact that EJ sleeps naked even though his junk is inside his body smh

EJ

He can’t keep his hands off of Liu, mostly his sides and back. Because that’s the way he holds Liu while they’re cuddling.

Anytime Liu is sick or in pain, he’ll put his hand on his chest with a little bit of pressure since the weight is grounding for him and he likes the reminder of how strong his husband really is.

Liu has a bite mark on his left shoulder from EJ. If it starts to fade, he’ll throw Liu on his lap and bite into him all over again. Liu usually grabs something to do if he notices it in morning cuz he’s gonna be there for a while.

Liu is the only one who can pet him.

Liu likes to hear and feel him purr, so he doesn’t mind being vulnerable enough to just purr at random. Being in the same room, putting his hands on Liu’s back, intimate activities, being pet, anything- he will always purr without holding back. EJ usually felt it was embarrassing. But around Liu- nahh!!

He will sometimes grab Liu to the couch or bedroom just to lay, nuzzle, headbutt, or knead on him.

Liu

He can’t sit on the couch. It’s like EJ knows when he sits down because he will just throw himself on there and lay his head on Liu’s lap. Buddy needs pets.

He likes flustering, gently frustrating, or making EJ giddy cuz his ears move a lot and he thinks it’s silly.

Sometimes pretends to be sick so EJ will take care of him and so he doesn’t have to go to work. EJ knows he’s lying but indulges him anyway

If he wakes up from a nap, and there isn’t a 6’9” demon laying on him, he will cry.

If he feels insecure he will grab EJ’s hands and just put em wherever it is that he’s worried about. His hubby usually gets the hint.

The fucking king of pets and scritches

Cuddle time is all the time- if he has a chance he is hugging EJ like he’s gonna fade away

Is secretly horny as hell and has to take some deep breaths every morning, basically

Likes to act like an idiot so EJ throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Melts when EJ calls him “his lil potato”

Teases EJ by calling him an oversized cat

Omfg I love them so much-

[cao-the-dreamer]

Lemme ramble okay I have covid and fucking brain mush gotta get this out but uuuoiguguguggg

Idk why my brain is obsessed with putting fucked up humans in Situations tm with Cybertronians why would we care about humans there are robots right here idk okay just bear with me

There is the Maiden. And then Shockwave. And the Maiden is a human with ugly scars that show her teeth like Two Faces from Nolan's Batman but she ain't gone mad oh not, she just stuck on Cybertron because space mission gone awry on something something and then you have Shockwave (fuck it's tfa I forgot to put the context) who's like super alone cause he's stuck with the robot equivalent of kids and Megatron probably dead while crashed on Earth and he has no way of contacting his comrades and fuck

When you spend so much time pretending your someone else don't you risk forgetting yourself? And like. Shockwave gotta transform sometime even though it's dangerous cause he needs look at the mirror and think "it's me. It wasn't a dream. I am alone but I will continue my mission nonetheless even though nobody picks up the phone cos it's all I have"

And one day he transforms but whoops there is a Minicon in his office wait that's not a minicon it's a fleshy in a space suit oh whatever he gotta kill this thing before it spills the beans

The Maiden let out a scream and there's rushing outside like "Longarm sir are you okay" and Shockwave is like "fuck" and shoots murder daggers at the fleshy but instead of spilling the bean it clings to him and beeps like a poor confused minicon and "oh longarm that poor fella is lost looks like he imprinted on you" and Shockwave is like "what"

And the Maiden just sticks with the shape shifting robot who can and will kill her but she's honestly just a sacrificial Maiden so that's okay he can kill her anytime since he won't do it bc he's xenophobic or something but bc she knows his secret and he knows hers

To him it's like. If I fall I take you with me I tell your secret and the Maiden is like "okay" and asks him about his past and reminds him he's alone but it's good to speak about it

And Shockwave realise this human is insane bc it says yeah you can kill me I wonder if you will keep my bones as a memento but he can be himself with it-- her but sometimes he snaps and reminds her he can kill her with a snap of fingers and she's like

That's okay.

Idk where I'm going with this I just wanted fucked up yet """wholesome""" relationship

[liquidluckandstuff]

God of War/ Harry Potter Crossover idea

Starts at 4th year after Harry's name comes out of the goblet. He is friendless, alone and terrified. No one there to support him, Harry ends up running into the forest desperate to get away from the hateful looks and death wishes that the students are giving him.

Harry is deep in the forest when he finally breaks down. He is desperate, and with no help he does what a lot of humans do when they are terrified, alone, and put in impossible death situations.

He prays. He doesn't know to who or what but Harry prays for someone to help him fight, to have the strength to complete the tasks and to not feel so alone.

Then a troll appears hell bent on squishing Harry to death. Harry has no choice but to fight and its messy and clumsy but Harry outsmarts it and ends up making it trip on it's own to feet until it falls over and -

impales itself on a broken tree. Harry listened to it die and is shaking with fear, covered in its blood. But he is alive and he won the battle. He did what needed to be done. A part of him hates to admit how much he enjoyed it but isn't eager to seek out a fight like that again anytime soon. (but he is Harry Potter right? It's going to happen)

That night (and a few nights after) Harry is blessed with the dreams of Kratos. A god from a far off land and time that defied the gods ( his family) he put his faith in. A god of war who fought creatures of immeasurable strength and size while wielding his rage (and grief) like a weapon.

Harry became consumed by his tale and wanted to be something like him. He didn't know where the dreams came from, but he was thankful for them all the same. He began studying harder, training harder, taking Kratos' teaching/story to heart and using it to survive the triwizard tournament.

When he learned he was going to face a dragon, Harry had mixed feelings. Sure he might get to kill something like Kratos but... could he? The man was a god. Harry was just... Harry. He couldn't do anything that powerful right?

Moody gives Harry his advice and Harry decides to play to his strengths. Thats what a warrior does right? look for the right angle?

Well, while he is flying around Hogwarts and losses his broom. Harry gets angry. Why does this have to happen to him? Why did everyone have to leave him? Why does no one trust him or want to support him?

"Kratos, help me please," Harry prays without thinking and suddenly his rage and grief turns to power. Sure hes not super strong like Kratos, but a warrior uses his strengths. And Harry has magic that bursts forth with the fury of a god and Harry defeats the dragon with a Spartan rage all of his own.

Harry tell no one what he did or how he did it. But after the Dragon keepers told the Professors the state of the dragon when the task was over some of them looked at Harry differently. Some with admiration, some out of fear.

Meanwhile, Kratos of Sparta (End of Ragnarok) is kinda confused as to why he is getting... stronger? not in the normal way, but in a godly sense. Someone somewhere has put their faith in him and he has no idea who.

Then he searches his mind, his power, and sees Harry studying and training and doing everything he can to protect himself/get stronger. The boy is angry, doesn't trust anyone and wants nothing more than to survive the tournament so he can leave and never come back.

Kratos then appears to Harry in a spectral form and introduces himself as the God of War, and a father.

From then on, after Harry realizes he has been actually praying to a real life god, Kratos appears to Harry every now and again to tell him stories of what happened AFTER his life in Greece. He tells Harry about his son, and shares some of the things he has learned.

Harry uses those teachings to master himself and his rage. His power grows, and so does Kratos' (who has never had a worshiper before and has no idea what to do really other than help this lonely orphan boy who reminds himself of his son)

Time passes, Voldemort returns, and Harry puts up one hell of a fight but a dark lord is a dark lord and Harry just makes it out of there alive. Still, people are starting to question just where Harry is getting his strength and skill from.

(OOTP) Harry's rage (grief/betrayal) grows as he is once again returned to the Dursleys. Still, he studies and trains and dreams of the stories Kratos tells him and feels some sort of comfort that at least SOMEONE (a god no less. Harry still can't believe it.) still takes some time out of their day to come and visit him.

Harry goes to Grimmauld place, finds out that

Sirius has been someplace secure and safe all summer and hasn't told him or wanted to invite him/spend time with him

His friends have been there a while with HIS godfather

He has been lied to

Dumbledore still is keeping secrets from him

And Harry rages. The house shakes, things shatter, and Harry runs away alone in the dark not knowing what to do or where to go because he can't trust anyone at that point.

MEANWHILE There are some people who are NOT happy at Odins destruction and Kratos' increase in power. Harry, being Kratos' first only/true worshiper, giving him so much power pisses them off more.

So they end up finding out who Harry is and sending monsters from their world to fight Harry who is ready for a fight. Harry fights helwalkers and nightmares coming after him and after the last one falls and disappears the order end up finding him and yelling at him for running off not having seen a single thing.

For the next school year, Harry has to fight off monsters from Kratos' world while Kratos figures out where they are coming from.

Harry ends up training Dumbledores army into something MUCH stronger/better than what he could have done on his own.

Harry rages a few more times against monsters trying to master himself but (its not just HIS rage. Its his AND voldemort's rage because of their connection which makes it uncontrollable for him atm)

Harry does NOT take Umbridges shit with the quill.

The dream happens and Harry rushes to save Sirius at the ministry but is tricked. Sirius dies and Bellatrix doesn't even make it out of the atrium/veil room before she is in PIECES on the floor. Blood everywhere. Spartan Rage consumed Harry's magic and actions before he was able to control himself.

Then, out of the veil, walks BALDUR. Fucking pissed and laughing crazy because he finally made it out of Hel looking undead and ready for revenge against the only thing he could get his hands on. Aka: Harry.

Everyone (death eater/order) is confused because they have no clue what was happening. Baldur compliments Harry, calling him a monster, a true follower of the god of war, after seeing what was left of bellatrix.

(Thats where we learn that Wizards and gods do NOT mix and its actually forbidden in wizarding culture to pray to a god/make a deal with a god (although they thought all the gods had died off anyways) because godly problems always ended up way bigger than mortal problems and now we get to see why) (Voldemort didn't go down that path because he didn't want to be a "slave" to someone else")

Harry uses all his strength and magic to fight Baldur. They are at pretty equal skill considering Harry is a budding warrior and Baldur has been... you know dead.

There is chaos, although EVERYONE is too terrified to help Harry. A mortal vs a god? Impossible. They would lose (Harry just thinks they have no faith)

Even when Voldemort walks in, he is hesitant to do anything because an undead god ? No thank you.

Anyways, Harry and Baldur fight and it gets bloody and messy and Harry doesn't know if he can make it out until.... Kratos walks in calmly though the veil. Everyone can feel it when he walks in the room. A GOD OF WAR, powerful from Harry's faith and the peoples prayers and returned from Valhalla true and ready to perform his duty.

Of course he defeats Baldur easily, and sends him back to the deepest pits of Hel. Then, he turns to Harry, sees the chaos around him and the terrified stares, and offers his hand to join him in Midgard to continue his training.

Harry doesn't hesitate, and follows Kratos through the veil.

There, Harry trains and gets stronger until the day he is called to return to the Wizarding World to kick Voldemort's ass.

[lovewithoregrets]

Falling Chapter 4: More Business

The bumpy carriage ride was putting Levi in a bad mood. Not only did he have to be inside all day on a lovely summer’s day, but he also had to be cooped up with a bunch or self-important assholes all day. Levi yawned and tried to get comfortable. At least Erwin was there in this hell with him. Though he seemed to be wholly unbothered by their current situation.  

“I get your friends and all, but why did you have to bring him along?” Commander Shadis indicated Levi to Erwin.  

“Hey,” Levi Interjected. “I’m not exactly thrilled about this either, Commander.” 

“I want the council members to see him. He is one of our best, after all.” Erwin gave Levi a jovial grin.  

“Hmph!” grunted Shadis. “Are you trying to scare them into approving our expeditions?” 

“No, but I wouldn’t mind if he unnerved one or two of them.” Erwin replied casually. 

“Well, his is pretty unnerving.” Shadis chucked to himself. “Not sure what you’re playing at here, but you seem to know what you’re doing. Especially after last time.”  

“These men,” Erwin began, "keep trying to screw humanity out of the truth. They need to remember who is keeping them safe.” 

“Fine.” Shadis shrugged. "But if this blows up on you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

“Have I been wrong yet, Commander?” Erwin questioned.  

“No, damn you. You’re somehow always one step ahead of all of us.”  

As they were talking, Erwin felt Levi slump against him. He looked down to find his friend fast asleep.  

“Wait is he really...?” Shadis asked in disbelief. 

“Yes, Sir. Rumor has it, Levi only sleeps a few hours every night.” 

“Well, I’ll be damned.” said Shadis. “I hate to imagine what he could accomplish on a full nights’ rest.” 

“We might be done with our fight against the Titans.” Erwin mused. 

Levi awoke to Erwin shaking him gently out of his slumber.  

“We’re here.” he said simply as he exited the carriage. It was only then that Levi realized in horror that he had fallen asleep against Erwin.  

“Hey was I …?” Levi pointed back at the carriage as they walked inside.  

“Sleeping on me?” Erwin finished for him. “Yes, you were.” 

“Sorry about that.” Levi searched Erwin’s face. 

“I barely noticed.” Erwin tried to sound casual. “In fact, feel free to use me as a pillow anytime” 

“Tsk, pervert.” Levi smiled despite himself. 

The day went by just about as slowly and painfully as Levi had thought they would. He tuned out most of it. It was petty drivel from self-important idiots. He shook hands and kept a civil tongue un his head with the people he was introduced to, but that was the extent of what he could handle. He sat with Erwin while the commander in Chief made his case for another recon mission. Levi looked around the room and wondered how many of these guys knew what their colleague had tried to do. I bet at least one of these bastards knows something, He mused. Erwin suspects so anyway and wants to remind them that he’s smarter than them. Of course, maybe he just wanted an excuse for us to be together? Tsk yeah right.  

Levi did notice that a couple of the members seemed more on edge than others when meeting him and kept looking over at him and Erwin. He made a mental note of it and mentioned it to Erwin after the meeting. Erwin nodded in response and made a point to speak to them before they departed-Levi in tow. Levi had to admit that he enjoyed watching the bastards squirm.  

The whole ordeal seemed to drag on for way too long in Levi’s mind. But in the end, they got what they came for. With both approval and funding secured, the three prepared to head back to Trost. Levi was looking forward to a quiet evening with a good book. However, before they could reach the carriage that would take them home, Erwin paused.  

“Apologies Sir, but I just remembered I had more business to attend to.” Erwin told the commander. Shadis looked surprised but said nothing. The two watched the commander drive off before Erwin beckoned Levi.  

 “Really? More business?” Levi whined.  

“Come on, Levi. I think you’re going to enjoy this bit of business.” There was a mischievous twinkle in Erwin’s eyes. He reached out and grabbed Levi’s wrist and led him through crowded streets and down dark alleyways. Along the way he stopped to buy some food but instead of eating it then, he kept pushing through the hubbub towards his destination.  

“Where the hell are you taking me?” Levi was starting to feel a little concerned.  

“We’re almost there!”  

They were steadily making their way uphill, backtracking to where they came from.  

“Why are we going back? Haven’t you tortured me enough for one day?” Levi groaned.  

“Have a little faith. I wouldn’t do that to you.”  

“Then where the hell are we going?” Levi demanded once more.  

“This way!” Erwin guided him towards the entrance to a tower of some building Levi did not recognize. They immediately began climbing up the steps, gradually winding their way closer and closer to the top.  

“This had better be worth it.” Levi warned his friend.  

“Trust me, it will be.” Erwin came to a door at what appeared to be the top of the stairs. “Are you ready?” 

“Just open the damn door already, asshole.”  

“Is that any way to talk to your commanding officer?” Erwin chided with a chuckle. Levi just glared at him in response. “Fine, fine, you win.” Erwin relented good naturedly and opened the door.  

The first thing Levi noticed was how much fresher the air felt up here. The noise of the city below seemed to almost disappear, and a gust of wind hit Levi in the face. Then he saw the view in front of him. On this beautiful summer day, he could see for miles past wall Sina. Nothing but green grass, distant forests, and rolling hills as far as the eye could see and, in the distance, Wall Rose. 

“Well?” Erwin demanded. 

“Alright, you win. This isn’t half bad.” Levi admitted.  

“Not half bad? That good huh?” Erwin teased.  

“Don’t let it go to your head.” 

They two men stared out in silence for a moment.  

“So how did you find this place anyway?” Levi asked.  

“I used to come up here with my father.” This was the first time Erwin had spoken of his family or his childhood. Levi had never pushed because of his own traumatic past.  

“You grew up here?” Levi sounded surprised.  

“I did.” Erwin didn’t seem to want to elaborate. There was a sadness in his voice that warned Levi to back off.  

“Is the ‘urgent business’ you told Shadis about?” Levi tried to change the subject. Erwin smiled gratefully at him.  

“It is pretty important, don’t you agree?”  

“Oh very.” Levi retorted. “You know what’s also important?” 

“What’s that?” 

“The food we haven’t eaten. I’m starving.” 

The two ate their slap-dash meal as the sun sank lower on the horizon. They chatted about the events of the day and made fun of the various council members. They joked about their team members and mused on the upcoming expedition.  

“What did you say to those idiots anyway? The ones you spoke to privately that is.” Levi inquired.  

“Not much. I asked them how their buddy was doing-the one that hired you.” Levi nodded. “And I may have mentioned that you are our strongest soldier now. Just to remind them how badly their friend failed.” Erwin winked at Levi.  

 Levi chuckled. “I wish I could have seen their faces.” 

“It was pretty priceless.” Erwin admitted, laughing as well. “It was very satisfying, I must admit.” 

“I bet” Levi shook his head. After a moment he turned towards Erwin. “Do you really think I am your strongest soldier or were you just trying to scare those bastards?” 

“Both.” Erwin replied simply. He could see Levi processing the compliment. A flush appeared on Levi’s cheek before he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, well, finally some recognition around here.” He tried to deflect.  

The world seemed a million miles away up here. This felt like their own little bubble where nothing bad could happen. The worries and stress of the day seemed to melt away as the fresh air and cool evening breeze filled their senses. If only they could stay like this forever. The sun began to sink low in the sky.  

“We should be heading back.” Levi commented. 

“You’re right. It is getting late, and Shadis will be fuming if we’re not back before daybreak.” Erwin said with a rueful sigh. 

“I’m making us tea when we get back.” Levi stated as they made their way down the stairs towards the busy street below. 

“We better hope that the Titans never disrupt our tea supply.” Erwin chuckled.  

“If that happens, they will all die slowly and painfully” Levi growled darkly.  

“Woe to the Titan that comes between Levi and his tea” Erwin let out a hearty laugh. The image of Levi going on a murderous rampage over tea flashed through Erwin’s head.  

Levi shoved Erwin playfully. “It’s not a joking matter” he replied indignantly.  

“Mm not at all.” Erwin continued to laugh. 

“You’re such an asshole.” Levi smiled despite himself.  

“I’ve been called worse.” Erwin replied with a shrug and wink. Their eyes met and for a moment, there was complete silence between them. Levi was sure Erwin could hear his heart pounding a tattoo against his chest. He tried to steady his breathing. Erwin felt flushed and short of breath. Their eyes met and a flash of desire read on their faces. In that moment, both fought against the urge to fall into each other's arms and never let go. They both unconsciously clenched their fists, trying to will themselves to stop. The slightest movement from one of them and it would be all over. They both knew it.   

“If we hurry, we can get back before it’s too late.” Erwin steeled himself with a deep breath. It was almost painful having to fight against himself like this.  

“Yeah, we should probably hurry.” Levi hoped that his voice sounded even.  

They made their way through the city in silence. The spell of the evening was broken and all that was left was their aching hearts, longing for something they knew they shouldn’t. This could only end in heartache and loss and they both knew it. Still, in that moment, they had seen the longing in each other’s eyes and they both knew that they couldn’t hold on before something had to change. They couldn't ignore their feelings much longer. 

Erwin lay restless in bed that night. He couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard he tried. Images of the day flashed through his head of Levi. That smile that only came out around Erwin made his heart leap in his chest. Erwin tossed and turned as if trying to run away from his own mind. This was torture. Before Levi, he had been content to be alone. There was a certain comfort in his solitude. It allowed him to focus on his dream of finding the truth. His head had not so much as turned for another person since Marie, and Erwin was happy for that to be his one great love. He never regretted his decision and knowing that Nile was able to care for Marie gave Erwin joy. He knew he could never have given her what Nile could. Erwin was content to sacrifice his happiness for hers.  

But Levi was different. He knew now that he could never give Levi up. He couldn’t be selfless when it came to this beautiful, amazing man. Their bond exceeded all explanation in Erwin’s mind. It wasn’t logical. But it was the realest feeling that he had felt about another person. At least in a romantic way. It reminded Erwin of his first time outside of the walls. H had felt like he hadn’t known what real freedom felt like until then. His feelings for Marie felt like a schoolboy crush in comparison to what he experienced with Levi.  

Fuck this. Erwin got out of bed and threw on his trousers. He made his way up to the rooftop where he and Levi had first begun to become friends. He had some vague idea that Levi would be there, and he would profess his feelings there and then. But when he arrived, it was completely deserted. Of course, he’s probably asleep. I am the fool who lets this keep me up at night. Erwin chided himself. He sat alone for some time before collecting himself and walking back to his chambers. Sleep eluded him with every passing hour until he finally passed out from pure exhaustion. Even in sleep, his dreams were restless, and Levi was always just out of reach.  

Levi was used to not sleeping. After all, he could never get more than a few hours’ of sleep at a time. But falling asleep had never been a problem before now. In the last couple months, Levi had struggled far more to go to sleep-especially after having spent the evening with Erwin. His mind fixated on every part of their interactions that day as he lay sleepless in the dark, surrounded by his sleeping comrades. Lucky bastards, Levi huffed and turned over. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw brilliant blue ones staring back at him. He heard Erwin’s light chuckle. He heard how Erwin said his name and it sent an electric shock through his body.  

Did he really look at me like that? That split second replayed in his mind. Was that the same want that I feel? It couldn’t be. It never was. Levi had never been in love, not really. He never let anyone get that close. There was one boy he grew up with that he had feelings for. Call it a crush, or love, it didn’t matter. In the end, the boy was found dead, and Levi was left alone. He kept everyone at arms’ length. Maybe not Furlan and Isabel but they were the exceptions. Isabel was like a little sister to him, and Furlan was a true friend. ERwin reminded him of Furlan sometimes, the way he planned and strategized. On the nights when the darkness and loneliness threatened to consume him, he would seek out the company of strangers so he could feel some small, passing relief from the ghosts that haunted him. But those encounters often left him worse off than before. Men full of shame can be cruel and he felt used up and alone afterwards. He would tell himself he wanted it that way, but the truth was that he never believed he deserved any better.  

This was new. What he felt with Erwin was more wholesome and purer. It felt like the first time he’d left the underground and felt the kiss of sunlight on his skin. It was wonderous and terrifying all at once. Erwin had always unsettled Levi. At first it fueled the fires of hatred in his determination to kill the man. Now it felt comforting. It meant that he was accepted and seen. Erwin was the first person to make him feel good enough because Erwin saw Levi for exactly who he was and believed in him. It was a beautiful and overwhelming feeling that Levi had longed for, deep in his heart, but had given up on ever experiencing. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do anything for that man. He would fight whatever enemy stood in his way for him, he would lay down his own life for him. No matter what, he knew he could trust Erwin and that trust gave him the fire in his belly to do whatever Erwin asked of him. He could put Erwin’s happiness above his own without fear that he would be taken advantage of. Erwin made him feel worthy. 

I can’t take this anymore. Levi got up, grabbed his jacket, and hurried off to Erwin’s room. He didn’t know why he was going there or what he would do when he got there. He just knew that he had to go. He practically ran along the well-trodden path between his barracks and Erwin’s chambers. He had to be with Erwin. It was as if some invisible force was drawing him towards the desire of his heart. He stood in front of Erwin’s door, took a deep breath and knocked.  

There was no response.  

He knocked again. 

Nothing.  

That idiot isn’t still in his office, is he? Levi rushed through the corridors towards the only other place he could think of to look for Erwin. He knocked on the door, but all was silent. There was no light emitting from the cracks of the door frame. Where the fuck are you, you dumbass. Levi was starting to feel frantic. As he walked back towards Erwin’s room, he tried to calm himself down. He’s probably just out cold and can’t hear me. Levi told himself. I should just let him sleep. There’s no reason we both should lose sleep tonight. He took a deep breath. This was a dumb idea anyway. What was I going to do, throw myself in his arms and confess my undying love? How pathetic is that! He paused outside Erwin’s bedroom door. If he had only known what was happening on the other side, he might have tried again.  

Instead, Levi lay in his bunk and watched the moon set and the sun rise, all the while berating himself for his utter stupidity.  

[pancake-breakfast]

We're already to volume 8? *incoming trauma panic intensifies*

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 8, Chapters 1-2 below.

TriMax Volume 8 Covers

Goshdarnit, that bird-man better not be losing his prosthetic again. Those things can't be easy to come by.

LOL, he looks so serene in the fake cover. I'm guessing he supposedly dramatically threw the rose, but I just wanna think Wolfwood is wearing a tiny rose on top of that overblown mane Nightow gave him here. They're definitely shojo characters now.

Knives, just kinda... peeking nto the back cover there.

Is it just me or did Meryl and Milly grow their hair out a bit again?

LOL, Legato getting eaten by a fish on the back cover. He deserves it.

Ooh, a spinoff chapter? I'm down.

Also, someone needs to update Kuroneko's flea meds, I think. She's scratching a lot. Do they have fleas on this planet? I imagine they're just more worms.

Chapter 1: Invasion

Oh, Nightow, with your angled horizon lines....

This guy with the beard reminds me of a badger for some reason.

Uhhhh... what's happening here? Is this the arc taking off?

But... like... wasn't the arc (and where they met Knives and all) somewhere deep in Eye of Michael territoriy?

I wonder who's invading what?

LOL, Vash wakes up and just... goes about doing his routines, I see. Not gonna let the whole LACK OF AN ARM stop him.

Oh, shit, no. It's Legato doing this. That's bad. That's very, very bad.

Thanks to Vash? Thanks to Vash?! Vash wasn't the one who crashed all the humans into a desolate planet, forcing the humans to rely even more heavily on Plants than they likely planned to. Vash isn't the one who murdered a bunch of Plants in that same Fall. Vash isn't the one assimilating them into part of his being with no thought for whether or not it's their will.

THAT'S RIGHT, VASH. YOU TELL HIM. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, BABYGIRL!!!

Ohhh, that looks painful. Legato didn't care for Vash's line of talk, I guess.

And Knives, great brother that he is, allows it. Because Vash needs to be punished until he understands Knives' point of view, apparently. 'Cause that's how that works.

Wolfwood, buddy, you look like you need some serious shut-eye.

Knives says this is a war, but he's framing it like it's just gonna be a massacre of his own design. And he's way too happy about it.

What's this Federation now?

Oh, that's bad news for them. That looks like... Wolfwood, Livio, and the other guy who's name I can nemver remember. Although I'll honestly be a bit surprised if it's Wolfwood and not just some EoM rando. Can't imagine Wolfwood's gonna be quick to make friends with Wheelchair Guy again anytime soon.

Ah, no. It's Wolfwood. This could get interesting.

*sigh* Wolfwood...

This all flies in the face of everything Wolfwood's learned about himself fighting alongside Vash, and Wolfwood knows it. The real question is, now that he doesn't have Vash at his back, what's he going to do with that knowledge? We just saw him choose to distract rather than kill with his weaponry, but how long will that last now that he's back in the clutches of EoM?

Oh, honey. There's nothing convenient about what's going through Wolfwood's head right now. Nightow hasn't given is the slightest glimpse of it, but... you can just tell. His poise, his look, and his choice not to just murder-death those guys is plenty to show he's at a crossroads. He's fought to get here, and he knows there will nasty consequences regardless of which path he chooses.

Ugh, Livio's making his move first.

Bonus points to Stampede for adapting Livio's guns well.

Wolfwood is not happy about this.

"There are times where life is harder than death, and that time has just begun." Foreshadowing much?

Oooh, look at all them plants just... watching.

Vash looks so desperate and so sad here. He just wants his brother to listen.

And, of course, Knives just dismisses him. Because Knives.

Knives isn't entirely wrong. He's overlooking that there are ways he and Vash could probably mitigate this if they worked together instead of Knives being so genocide-happy that Vash basically has to dedicate all his life to mitigating that, but yeah.

Two wrongs don't make a right, Knives. You're also punishing a lot of people for things they may or may not have done, and may or may not have been content accepting, especially if another way presented itself.

Ohhh, that looks like Vash breaking free of Livio's control for a moment.

Vash spitting truth here.

Gods, I'm so proud of him. Seems like he couldn't keep the presence of self the last few times he ran into Knives to say stuff like this. Then again, Knives was too dedicated to setting off his angel arm to really listen much, so that might have something to do with it. Now that Knives has prioritized Vash NOT setting off his arm, he has to hear Vash say stuff.

I wonder if Nightow regretted giving Vash so many scars at this point where he suddenly has to draw them again and again for several pages?

GG twisting Vash's words there to avoid actually looking at your own issues, Knives. A+ avoidance skills.

Chapter 2: Silent Ruin

CW: Body horror, reference to chattel slavery

Livio's going full 80's goth here, isn't he.

Crybaby Livio!

Oooh, old man struck a nerve. Not good. Wolfwood's shit at hiding his feelings.

Ah, there we go. The orphanage isn't aware that their numbers are harvested as Eye of Michael recruits. I... could say a lot on a religious group grooming its children to become ideal soldiers, but one only really has to look at the correlation between the U.S. Military and the U.S. Bible Belt to get the gist of it.

Livio cannot betray this guy? That's strong words. It sounds like Livio was built up to "succeed" where Wolfwood "failed."

Ah, we have another player on the field.

Ok, who's saying this? I have no idea who's saying this. Is it Livio? Is it Wolfwood? Maybe one of the others present in this scene?

Knives, what the hell are you swan diving off to do?

Ohhh, here we go with Knives stealing the plants. Stampede really bumped this element up in the timeline.

Oof, these people have been dead for a bit. No worries; in a place like that, they'll likely mummify before they rot too bad. Kinda like a peat bog but dry.

I hope Knives has a good tank to keep all these plants in and isn't, say, stuffing them all in his arm like a madman.

Oh, would you look at that. He's STUFFING THEM ALL IN HIS ARM LIKE A MADMAN. Dammit, Knives.

From what I gather, impalement is a very painful way to die. You usually go from exposure rather than bleeding out unless some kind soul pulls you free.

Oh, ok, Knives is also shoving them all into some sort of mass tank where they're crammed together like.... Is this supposed to call to mind images of slave ships back when they were a major import to the Americas? Because that's the vibe I'm getting. I really don't know how this could be more comfortable for them than their bulbs.

Yeah, somehow I don't think their warheads are gonna be much of a match for Elandira.

Vash is not having a good... week? I guess it's been a while now. Legato's having a time of it, too, since I'm sure Vash is fighting him quite a bit.

Wolfwood is also not having a good whatever.

Did... did Knives really succeed?

Seven months???

Oh, this has to be our girls.

Yeah! And Luida, too! They look a little worn, but no worse for the wear.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

"Muiiiiiiii~!" A cheerful Namida was running towards him as if she were about to tackle him in a glomp, but then once she was close enough she spins around and deliberately loses balance with interlaced arms against her chest; trusting Kamui to catch her as she very slowly falls so as to not cause a panic if she fell at a fast pace. "Trust fall! ♪" When her hero saves the day, Namida giggles like a cheeky lil brat. "Eheheh~! You caught me! I knew I could trust you ♡" She straightens up her posture and beams a grin at him. "Eheheh~! Sorry. That must've been confusing, huh? It's something stupid humans do. I remember me and my friends back then did it a lot when we were younger. The purpose of trust falls is to teach people that they can rely on one another." She winks at him and raises a hand performing the peace sign. "Aaaaaaand since you catched me, it means I can rely on you for my safety when I'm at risk. And you can rely on me in the same way~! ☆"

Her playfulness gets toned down though when she remembers the real reason she approached him so enthusiastically. "S-So anyways um... I wanted to give you something... Here." Bashfully, Namida digs into her Jirai Kei-themed purse and pulls out a key with a My Melody keychain dangling from it attached through the hole of it. She hands it to him; cheeks dusted pink. A sign of trust. Just like a trust fall. "I-It's a spare key to my apartment. I've come to trust you a lot, Kamui. My home is your home. You can open the door anytime. I'll always be there for you. You're really important to me and... Well... I love having you around, s-so..." She clears her throat and tries to distract herself from acknowledging how fast her heart is beating by lightly giving a poke to the My Melody keychain and softly chuckles; watching it gently swing. "You think of me when you see My Melody, right? I thought I'd give this key a keychain that will remind you where this goes to just in case. Isn't it super cute? She's wearing the same type of fashion as me hahaha~!"

Kamui really couldn't contain his laughter, when she tackled him with a hug. He hadn't expected her loss of balance though and was quick to catch her and assure she didn't fall. He'd be relieved afterwards.

''A trust fall? That's what it's called?'' Kamui gave her an odd look after Namida explained the concept to him.

''.....Earth definitely has some weird ways of proving trust to others, but I'm glad I ended up passing the test. Obviously I'll always assure your safety though, that's how important you are to me.'' He had thought he proved that before, but he'll do whatever test she wanted to show it.

Despite his confusion, he really couldn't help but find her cute with the way she was acting right now. She had so much personality, it was fun to watch her whenever she talked.

When Namida mentioned wanting to give him something, curious eyes looked at her waiting to see what it was. Seeing her pull out the key, with the attached key chain, he'd blink. Eyes then widening when she gave it to him. Kamui never thought she'd actually give him a key to her apartment. He was over at her apartment a lot, so did he really need one...? Well, he wasn't going to turn this down.

After everything she said to him afterwards, he couldn't rid himself of the big grin on his face. He was really happy. Her home was somewhere he thoroughly enjoyed and felt comfortable with. He had no home of his own on earth, given how he was always out and about. But the fact that he could call her apartment his home....

''Wow, I really want to kiss you right now.'' The words just kind of slipped out without him thinking, then glancing down at the key in his hand. The key chain really did remind him of Namida. Seeing any sanrio character immediately made her come to mind, but this one especially.

''I hope you know, I'm going to bother you even more now since I have this. I'll probably mostly come over if you're already there, or if you're not it'll just be to cook for you.'' Admittedly he felt really special getting this from her, it felt like she really valued their friendship, as much as he did.

Kamui looked back at her. He'd slip the key into his pocket, and then pulled her into a hug. His embrace was so tight given how overjoyed he was.

''I think you're the only one who can make my heart race like this. You have no idea how happy I am. I haven't really called any place 'home' since I was a kid, but at least I can call your apartment that now. It has you in it, so it really does feel like home to me. I love it.''

[chaoticgremlinbrainspace]

✨im mentally ill about nightwing/dick Greyson once again ✨

Disclaimer: this is once again self indulgence and my grasp of canon vs Fanon is shaky. hear me out dick Greyson struggling with fatigue, especially because im insane and really like the adhd head canon so its like somedays everything is way too much but he continues on, head ache, missed breakfast, coffee doesn't work for him. all the fun things I just think it would be neat if as rightwing hes uses all his energy there keeping all the things hes doing running constant checking and double checking, reminders, every strategy in the book. so when it comes to his personal life he just has far less to give realistically but he tries anyway. hes constantly moving. I think it would also be silly goofy of him to have problems sleeping because a lot of people with adhd have trouble sleeping due to the brain not really turning off, along with other things that he might have because adhd us nothing if not a team player in terms of what you can pack with it in the mental illness lunch box. like restless leg syndrome. anyway I think dick having to slough through his regular life, constant headaches, fatigue, sleep problems, worsened symptoms would be neat ghrdinfsejd a little bit because im projecting I just feel like yeah I know hes a super hero and part of that means theyre more fantastical than a real person, I just think its neat to make him a bit more human. anyway, I just think dick is always on, all the time hes never off, like part of adhd at least for me is that being in public for a long time is fucking exhausting, I can hear and smell everything, my attention keeps drifting and the texture of my pants are off and I hate it. so I feel some days he just, sits in his apartment in the dark, because the lights are too harsh right now. I feel like he would struggle a bit with keeping personal relationships, especially if he doesn't see them for a while because adhd object permanence is garbage, but I feel like he would set so many reminders and shit. like adhd dick to me is just, over compensating to the point he runs himself into the ground, or going out with a bang(the emotions really can dysregulate). and like I think he would probably have undiagnosed adult adhd so its an extra layer of “there's something wrong with me other people can do this task with ease but I need like 13 alarms and I still haven't charged my phone and im have a depression spiral in the bath tub at 3 am and I haven't slept well in threee days but it's fine because im going out at some??? point shit I need to check my calendar, oh fuck I haven't eaten in a while, what was I thinking??” that and heavy ass brain fog on really bad days. bur also he would probably pump out a shit ton of like reports or smth in like 3 hours(this is from experience and observations, my mom who has adhd used to do the work of like 3 people before being medicated) that and  think dick would have the messiest house full of shit from pass hyper fixations, and lack of executive function(the dishes haunt his ass) which would feed into the 3 am depressive spirals. im just saying dicks got the superhero part of his life together but the civilian life is absolutely in shambles and the only reason it isn't all falling apart is the extreme anxiety and fear of failure/disappointment because agin RSD is a bitch. this also means  adhd dick Greyson has the habit of playing one song over and over again for hours until physically ill of the song. like I think dick would try to appear somewhat toether as a civilian (shoving shit in the closet anytime he has guests over, throwing things into huge garbage bags and then the closet, hiding shit under the bed, closing off rooms as off limits bc its full of garbage) because he doesn't want to be judged. like I think dick falling apart bit but being used to it is a silly goofy lil treat, for me <3. once again projecting onto him, I think he would space the fuck out during like commute, like hes still somewhat aware bc like bat training but also like ten thousand thoughts are fighting for dominance and the brain fog is coming in hard and this head ache wont leave and- anyway thank you for coming to my insane self indulgent ramblings about dick Greyson 

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 050: Night Of The Iguana (SSM 32-34)

MASTERPOST

I hope you love reptiles, because we're getting a bunch! But it's good (great?) batch, honestly.

So...

Peter goes back home after his fight with Carrion, Warren's clone.

First off, Peter with facial hair is something I've always wanted on his specific face in the right side of the upper right panel is perfect. It's a shame the rest... isn't. And then, I really love it when Peter's friends help him. This is really cute! The last issues have given him a hard time.

Gloria's leaving with her perfect outfit, damn! Peter, I don't need you to remind me that my days as a freelancer are complicated... *looks anxiously at Riot Games which JUST laid out 530 employees* I'm so fucked...

Something I appreciate in this issue is that previous events are continually references: Peter recovers from his fight with Carrion, a night guard at ESU mentions last issue's fire, some cops investigate the debris, and so on.

No! Nooooooooo! Marv Wolfman, I know you said you wanted to change up Peter's personal life every issue, but this is too much! I love Holly! I love Hector and his White Tiger! And now you're getting rid of them for me?

And I know Wolfman didn't even write this issue or supervise Spectacular much (for now?), but still! Not a change I like! Maybe because it hits too close to home? Where EVEN is South Bronx?

Oh. But... Okay. This isn't so far. They can pretty much meet up anytime! (They probably won't and this is probably to get them out of the magazine. Dear Lord...)

On his way to his first teaching assistant job, Peter meets Dr. Sloan and Marcy Kane. Hm, never heard of them.

Interesting way to introduce her, hahaha. Oh, Peter...

On their way, they find Curt Connors on the ground, knocked out... He seems traumatized by one of his test iguanas, which was implied to have grown up quite a bit the previous night to wreck some havoc.

The three of them go to the Bronx Zoo to give a lecture there. Things don't go well...

Okay, Gwen Stacy...

Folks, I have a confession to make...

This issue is really good. I enjoy it a lot. We got a lot of Parker scenes, and so far the Spidey scenes are quite original.

Actually a stellar issue, loved it, it was really good. The Iguana sharing his weakness is such a beginner's mistake though...

In #33, the Iguana is just as lousy a villain you would have guessed, but I kind of love it.

After a fun scene (yes, Spider scenes can be fun!), the Iguana escapes.

Later...

I actually forgot that they used the Enervator to resolve this crisis! But yeah, that plot point as bonkers.

So basically, Curt continued his research to recover his missing limb and accidentally separated his reptile persona in a human-sized Iguana, and it hypnotized him. Well. That's something alright.

Connors lets Spidey go, but resigns himself to voluntarily becoming the Lizard again to stop his creation.

The Iguana tries to kidnap Connors's wife and son, but Spidey stops him, and we get a great last page:

This is a really good one.

#34 time! We immediately see some nice world building.

It's also a nice set up for a few actually funny jokes that comes a few pages after.

The roof fight becomes a sewer fight (which is immediately less exciting), and Spidey loses track of both reptiles.

Later, Peter goes to ESU to check something about the enervator and runs into Dr. Sloan once again, who seems like he's trying to resurrect a corpse or something.

That's promising.

Marcy surprises Peter and reminds him he has a class to teach in the morning. Peter asks her to cover for him, but she's not agreeable to that.

Alright, Gwen, we get it! I bet she hates Spider-Man and is gonna fall for Peter too.

When Spidey finds the Lizard and the Iguana, they've become best buddies and team up to beat Spidey. Obviously, they fail.

What's more, Spidey transfers all the Lizard side of Connors into the Iguana before making it overload and explode. No more Lizard!

For now.

I hope it stays, but somehow, I doubt it. This storyline has already proven that Connors just can't stay away from his research and radiations. He never learns!

Still, we get a great final panel.

In the letters:

I don't think the supporting characters are dull, but I understand the criticism. Overall, the readers seemed to appreciate the mag's direction.

Next time: Black Cat's here!

Are you as excited and curious as I am?

[marie-bradshaw]

Get Yourself Back Up

Dear readers,

I will write this one down in English, for a change.

Don't ask me why, I just felt like it, and so my foreign friends can access a bit of my mind too.

Yesterday was a very down day.

We all know those, your heart feels achy, your hope left you alone, and everything hurts.

The many barriers, you had built up all around your vulnerability, are falling appart, cause something touched you more than it should have and it ran an echo all around that found ears in the deepest parts of your soul.

The ones containing your most painful injuries, your fears, and your true hopes.

For me, for instance, feeling useless, down on the ground, weak, defenseless for the day, it made echo to my deepest fear.

Not being good enough, talented enough, brave enough, strong enough, to achieve my goals but moreover to being truly loved and recognized by my father.

Like this would explain why he showed absolutely no interest on who I am and what I want to do, all my life.

Deep down I know this is ridiculous, or is it?

I worked so hard to rise above, be my own person, a pure heart with kind words & actions, despite the lack of warmth from my genitors.

Not reproducing this circle of hate and despise.

Chose to be better, instead.

This doesn't exclude the fact that anytime I am watching a tv show or real life actions where a father sacrifices himself to save his beloved daughter, does whatever he can to protect her, shows he is proud, shows she will always be able to lean on him to get more strength, I feel like an abandoned child, all alone in the dark.

I know I am not.

I have some really good friends I can rely on, but they are not legion, and it will never replace the expected sweet touch you're supposed to feel when your family believes in you, protects you, cherishes you.

Within the years, I have learnt to build myself up, get tougher, indestructible. Deal with my issues on my own, take a moment to accept the pain and get more strength and rage from it instead of letting it destroy me.

"every scar will build my throne"

Remind myself it's ok not to be ok everyday, even if you feel like not having this support you are due to be on top of things 24/24h.

We are only humans after all.

Determination and abnegation are what compose true warriors.

Not the lack of pain nor fear.

The bravery of accepting them and going through it with wide open eyes.

I am without a doubt, one of them.

Survivors of the obstacles life gave us to learn from.

Yesterday I felt like I had put too much on my shoulders, like challenging myself to get back studying so much science on my own without help on the aim of creating a different company, true retail, making a positive change by the world, it was too big of a task for me alone.

Today I still have doubts, like everyday, moreover when it gets hard, when I am tiring of learning all that stuff and looking everywhere to get the full picture because I truly wanna understand.

Nevertheless, I believe in me, my friends do as well, I know I have the capacities to do it, even if that is the biggest challenge of my life.

I have accomplished so much already, going against complicated odds, more or less each time.

I am better in the face of adversity.

It makes me evolve harder, it calls up on my warrior mode quicker.

That is why I chose not to be in any relationship for now, cause this is not compatible to me.

I cannot be soft and hard at the same time.

Those need softness, time, sacrifices from both parts, and that is just not something I cannot give right now.

My focus needs to be on making my dream a reality.

On beating the odds.

One more time.

No link of course with my fear of getting disappointed and tear my heart appart, again.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hmm can you do a licorice cookie x reader human au? Idk if this is an au but basically their humans and not cookiesbut maybe reader works at library and Licorice comes often but strictly so that he could see reader? Basically reader being oblivious to licorices obvious crush on them, sorry if this is not specific enough!!

"Hello, where can I find your most sinister--I-I mean most informative books on necromancy?"

As you were all done shelving the books, you turned around to meet the eyes of your customer.

You never knew what to expect when people entered the library, often coming from distant lands with their royal outfits and crazy hairstyles. From knights to bandits to actual werewolves...everyday was a surprise.

This man in particular might as well be the grim reaper, wearing a robe that looked hastily-sewn together and a skull necklace. His licorice-black hair fell over half his face, showing only one golden eye.

Intimidating for sure, but you simply smiled. "I don't know off the top of my head, but I can show you where our horror fantasy section is."

"That'll do." He grinned, not at all sounding as menacing as he did previously.

"I should let you know, though, that we have a policy against bringing large weapons in here." You politely explained, pointing out the bone scythe he was holding and a nearby sign. "We just don't want any books or displays falling over."

"Awh.." Grim Reaper Man pouted. "Guess one of my minions can hang onto it outside. Schwarzwälder!!"

Then he bolted away very suddenly, leaving you standing there alone. But you just waited for him to return, now scythe-less.

"I feel less evil without it.." He sulked a bit, though when he heard you chuckle he tensed up, feeling his chest fluttering.

'What was that? What happened just now..?'

"Even evil knows when to follow the rules. Now lemme show you where-"

"L-Legion."

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name...n-not that I would tell you my real name anytime soon." He sneered, trying once more to keep his image up.

"Oh, that's a cool name." You chuckled once more as you both walked to the horror section. "I'm [y/n]."

'Th-They think my name is...cool????' Once again, Legion got that funny feeling in his chest.

A feeling that wasn't good nor bad, but simply foreign.

'Are they cursing me?? No, no..they're just being nice. It's their job, stupid.' While distracted by his own confusing thoughts, he didn't realize you both arrived and you were currently searching for a book similar to what he asked for.

Finally you found one and handed it to him. "Well you're in luck. This is only the first volume but.....Legion?"

"H-Huh?! Oh..right. Thanks." He took the book from you, looking at the title. "Ah yes..this shall serve me well. Is there a chance you'll get other volumes?"

"I'll look at our database, but until then you can check back over the next few days in case anyone returns them. I'm here all week so if you need any more help don't be shy."

"Shy? Me? Hah! I would never shy away from an opportunity for more power....o-or rather knowledge of how I can replicate this power, of course..."

God, why was he getting so tongue-tied over nothing?

The moment he turned to leave, he felt his face growing warm as he stared down at the book. Though when he overheard you helping another visitor he glanced over his shoulder, seeing Hero was asking you about some chemistry mumbo jumbo.

He scoffed, but then wondered why he instinctively scoffed.

Was he...catching feelings for someone he just met? Who was only doing their job and may not actually be this kind at home?

Legion knew he shouldn't let his emotions go astray. Not when he's trying to win the Dark Enchantress' favor. She comes before all else...

Or so he convinced himself until now.

After checking out the book, he exited the library with a huff, much to Brute's confusion "What wrong, master?" He handed the scythe back to him."

"N-Nothing."

"...you seem interrrested in-" Bat-Cat began.

"Silence."

No. He wasn't going to let any silly emotions or thoughts about you get in the way of his quest.

All he'll return to the library to do is research and find the books he needed. Nothing more.

............

As it turns out, you were the only reason Legion kept coming back to the library. He found himself wanting to spend more time with you.

If you were on break or not immediately available, he would browse around until Bat-Cat spotted you or used his echolocation to pinpoint your footsteps.

Yeah..that's a little creepy to anyone who knew, but being creepy was the dark sorcerer's specialty!

Despite denying it again and again, his two main minions weren't that dumb. They knew their master had a crush on you and came up with several plans to push him to confess, while still maintaining his villainous image. Perhaps you could be his evil sidekick!

The only problem?

You were oblivious to all their efforts.

It never occurred to you how flustered Legion got when he asked you to help him find something..only for you to jokingly remind him he asked you the same question just yesterday.

Even when Bat-Cat and Brute encouraged him to partake in the "ritual of exchanging phone numbers" and hang out at a nearby café, you just saw it as him wanting to be close friends. Nothing more.

But he, on the other hand, saw you as someone who could fill that gap in his cold and almost-empty heart. Unlike the enchantress he often complained about in his journals, you paid attention to him when nobody else did.

Not to mention...you were actually sweet to him even outside of work, once you got to know him better and learn why he turned to dark magic. Of course he fibbed some of his "tragic backstory" simply because he wasn't ready to tell you the truth.

All the while he fell for you more and more.

Part of him was scared that he's setting himself up for heartbreak. He was already alone enough and didn't know much about love. Heck, he refused to even ask others who were more knowledgeable about this because of his pride.

He wasn't sure if you realized yet...or if you even saw him that way, too.

Until then, though, he'll keep trying.

For once, he wanted this plan to work.

[dorimena]

I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.

[yandere-sins]

Hello, may I please ask for yandere headcanons for Childe, Diluc, Kaeya and Zhongli walking to their fem darling mastrubating and moaning their name please?

Whenever I read Zhongli, I just hear him say his name in my head and get reminded of why I even started this game. Geo god is my weakness smh... Thanks for requesting!

Rated Lemon

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Childe

♡  Ha, what an exciting turn of events this is, in Childe's opinion! So far, you two either fought upon him coming home, or you played along in his sweet fantasy of a good home life. Who'd have thought you'd do something so lewd while he was away, especially with him on your mind? This is thrilling to him since you always push him away and pretended to be disgusted by this man. It's another fight he won without you even realizing the battle you were in. Childe doesn't even bother wiping off the bloodstains on his face, simply dropping his jacket and shawl as he stalks over to you. Even if you crawl away, he pulls you back by your ankle, caging you underneath him before taking a deep breath, the excitement having made his heart beat just as fast as when he's fighting. "Missed me?" he asks, kissing along your neck and shoulder, tearing the blanket you tried to cover yourself with from you without care. Wandering down your body hungrily with his mouth, you have the chance to resist him, but no push or yell will make him want to stop. The only plead that will go to him is if you ask him to shower first instead of putting someone's blood all over you, finally making him stop to think about it for a second. But a teasing grin on his lips follows as he gives you the, "Ah, ah, ah! You're just trying to hog the fun all to yourself, aren't you?" Sliding up again, he'll give you a cheeky kiss before the smile abruptly vanishes as he looks you up and down with hungry eyes. He kisses you again, deeper this time. Passionately and fierce until you feel the sting on your lip where he bit you. "Only do those things with me, you understand? I'm not just your enjoyment. You are mine."Next thing you know, you're left with a bleeding lip and a tongue between your legs, and he won't stop until you beg for him to fuck you, only spurring him on more by repeating his name over and over throughout the night.

Diluc

♡  Diluc is certainly interrupting something here, but it’s hard to tear his eyes away. He’s lucky enough not to be immediately discovered by you, but when he hears his name from your lips, it’s over with his composure. Growing red in the face, he looks away for a second, only to hear shuffling in between the fabrics as you finally spotted him. Perhaps it was the soft gasp he made or the sudden movement of hiding his face behind his hand that drew your attention, but it’s already too late for both of you. Damn. As if you knew how hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself, you looked even more desirable than always, barely clad and breathing heavily. He didn’t even do more than kiss you on the forehead in your sleep, and here you were, pleasuring yourself with his name on your lips? Do you have any idea what this would cause in him? Diluc can’t speak, but he also can’t move. The right thing to do would be to leave, but he really doesn’t want to. “Need help?” he asks, eyes shooting up only for a split second before ending back at the wall, and he takes a deep breath after having caught your horrified but heated gaze. If you say no, he’ll hesitate for a moment before leaving with a disappointed, “Alright,” finishing the business building in his pants in his office instead. But if you give him even a second of hesitation, he’ll be more than glad to assist you, finally having the chance to experience you wholly.

Kaeya

♡ Ah, if only he had known that you were awaiting him so eagerly, Kaeya would have put his work aside and called it a day earlier. He’s not even mad--how could he? You are moaning his name, after all. All these tiresome discussions and arguments in which you assured Kaeya how much you despised him, truly seem pointless now, and he won’t let you even start another one anytime soon without reminding you of the way you were sprawled out on his bed, greedily thinking about him with your fingers inside of you, even though you say you ‘hate’ him more than anybody. Kaeya must have left a pretty good impression on you after all, huh? He’s not shy to waltz into the room proudly and loudly, clapping and chuckling after seeing the show you put on for him. But even if you try to immediately cover yourself, he’s just a bit faster than you, hand firmly locked between your legs which you try to close, cold fingers tickling your heated skin. With his grin shoved into your face, it’s not long that Kaeya tries to kiss you, one hand between your shoulder blades keeping you locked from turning him away, as he promises you to be very thorough tonight, so you have enough memories for the next time. “I’ll make you scream for me some more, Darling~”

Zhongli

♡ Now, Zhongli didn’t mean to bother you while you were so busy playing with yourself, but he does think he should have priority over it now. Then again, he also stood outside of the sliding door for the better of the last few minutes, just listening to your moans and gasps, knowing better than to enter. Just, when you said his name, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. This isn’t a part of the contract you two have, but you were practically begging for him to find you like this, inviting him inside. And so he did, standing in front of you now, letting his hand fall on your head where tears of embarrassment pool in your eyes. There’s still so much more to learn from the humans. To experience as an ex-deity. So maybe this was meant to happen. Petting your head, Zhongli assures you he isn’t mad, but you might have to ask him from eye to eye if you want something from him. “Leave me!” isn’t an option, though, and he’ll be quick to change his tender strokes to a tight grip at the back of your head. “Nicely. Ask me nicely,” he demands, and you know he doesn’t mean for you to ask him to leave again. “Repeat my name.” Oh. Zhongli does so enjoy when you obey him finally, seeing this as something that doesn’t even need a contract to work out well. After all, you both will have a significant gain from it, and he’ll gladly let you undo his belt and show him these things you imagined privately, for just one more call of his name.