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starcurtain · 2 months

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The Kinda Unhinged Ratiorine Fic I Want to Read

In an (admittedly very contrived) AU situation, Dr. Ratio finds out he's about to be cut out of his (mostly estranged) family's inheritance forever because of his complete lack of interest in continuing the family line. Which, all factors considered, does make perfectly logical sense. Investment of capital should go to the branch of the lineage most likely to benefit from it, and Cousin Tiberius has five sons and daughters already. Let the house and the trust fund go to them.

But the library.

There's absolutely no way Veritas could bear to be permanently parted from the staggering assemblage of paper volumes under his collected family's auspices. Not only would being separated from tomes so full of memories be heart-wrenching, but think of the devastating blow to his research! There are records in those archives that no other mortal eyes have ever gazed upon!

So there's only one solution for it: He needs to pass on his family name, immediately.

(Andddd the rest is under a read more because what is brevity?)

Problem 1: Veritas Ratio is very gay.

Problem 2: Statistically, single men have the lowest chance of being selected for adoption placement, and this Child Welfare Agent is looking at his alabaster head very, very strangely.

Think, Ratio, think. What is the most efficient way to solve such a tedious quandary?

The obvious first step is to increase his likelihood of being selected by the adoption agency, and the quickest way to do that is... Eureka! How elegant a design! He just needs to enter into a (temporary) committed and stable partnership to demonstrate a degree of domestic dedication and home-building prowess!

Problem 3: ...Where in the universe is he going to find a stable and committed man willing to marry him?

Ratio does not exactly possess the world's most endearing personality. He might... never have had any form of romantic relationship lasting past a one-night stand even, because it turns out most people don't like being scored a 2/10 on their technique during intercourse.

So he's probably not going to find a stable and committed man.

But... He might at least find someone willing--for the right price.

Enter Aventurine (stage left). He's as expensive as they come, the greatest reward saved for the highest bidder, but despite his festering ambitions, he's still trapped as nothing more than a high-class escort, owned by a company the IPC has on the books as selling everything but what they actually trade in: Avgin slaves.

Sigonians... The reputation--and sleazy men's curiosity--precedes him, and though he only has to get on his knees for the truly bold nowadays, he hasn't yet been able to make the ultimate gamble, pull the last string needed to finally gain his freedom: the freedom to live his life as he pleases--and to enact every ounce of vengeance he's been storing for decades like cards up his sleeves.

Until now.

Until an absolute madman shows up at the underground headquarters waving around an offer that no average person would possibly make: He wants to buy Aventurine and wed him.

(Because marrying a Sigonian thrall is a safe and sane thing that safe and sane people do.)

The offer is far too good to be trusted: A real marriage certificate but a perfectly fake marriage, a no-fault divorce once an adoption is finalized, and a guaranteed sponsor for his citizenship documents. A year or two of fake homemaking, this Veritas Ratio claims, and then Aventurine can walk away a completely free man, no strings--no chains--attached.

Well, Aventurine of the Myriad Stratagems has always held one skill dearer to his heart than any other: a crystal clear knowledge of when to fold--and when to go all in.

(...Problem 4: Amber Lord help him, Aventurine's new husband is the most irritating man in the entire universe.)

Alas, if only that was their biggest problem. Somewhere between learning to navigate the citizenship process, the adoption process, a truly unacceptable level of systemic racism, and also, increasingly, each other, Ratio and Aventurine discover that the circumstances of their lives might be far more entangled than they ever could have imagined from the beginning, and the same shadowy parties that profited off Aventurine's existence might have a vested interest in parting Ratio from valuable research secrets--permanently.

While struggling to maintain a charming and loving facade and struggling not to kill each other behind the scenes, Aventurine and Ratio also end up having to out-roll and out-plan a particularly dangerous enemy; something they can really only do together.

Or, tl;dr: Dr. Ratio chooses the most efficient but most unhinged method of finding a husband that intelligence could possibly contrive, only to determine that marrying a guy whose track record for unexplained deaths matches his track record for card counting really is the encyclopedic opposite of "committed and stable." Ridiculously enough, the trouble they get into is almost entirely Ratio's fault, the only one who is remotely convincing in front of the Child Welfare Agency is Aventurine, and sometimes it turns out the guy you married for the library ends up being the guy you married for life.

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invested-in-your-future · 24 days

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I haven't gotten to read you rewrite yet, but what's really intrigued me was how you said you'd handle Ozpin. Personally I find the concept of shady, mysterious, ominous, manipulative, archaic, ambiguous at best being way who pulls strings to accomplishing god knows what galaxy-scale goals more interesting than Heroic Good Guy who always tries his best, would never sacrifice anyone, who's always dripping in self-loathing.

He's been forced to live for thousands of years. Can you imagine what that could possibly do to a person? Just how profoundly screwed his mind is?

If my time on earth was unlimited, if I had to come back to see the same cycle and patterns of events repeating endlessly, if I was betrayed time and time again, intentionall or not, I'd become pretty horrible cynical asf and detached from reality. I wouldn't value human life as much as I used to.

Yeah, the way I see it, neither Salem nor Ozpin should behave "Human" after centuries, if not thousands of years of being there.

Just because one is "good" and the other is "bad" doesn't mean either should be any less terrifying than the other.

Ozpin still has human flaws and attachments and psychological tendencies to keep repeating the same patterns - as far as the morality of his decisions goes, a lot of his logic should, by all means, be terrifying or incomprehensible.

Even if he WANTED to be genuine, he has a thousand years of experience of just socializing with people - a thousand years of knowledge of how people react and how they respond, as well as possible outcomes of their behavior - that alone would completely alter how he would approach even most basic conversations. Could he even interact with someone without accidentally manipulating them? Even your everyday person would have completely different reasoning and debating skills as a kid and as a grown adult - how different would be a person who had a thousand years to live and learn?

The weirdest thing about the show for me is how Salem seems to care about destroying the Kingdoms and stuff, let alone killing Ozpin and having him reincarnate again when that is a "mortal villain approach" at best - did she suddenly wake up one morning and go "Okay this year I am finally doing this thing that I haven't done for centuries for some reason"? After a thousand years, things like a Kingdom falling should basically be Tuesday to her and it should make no difference to her whether a Kingdom falls in a week or in a century.

That's another thing that would be different for an immortal - the perception of the flow of time.

For a mortal, a decade would be around one-eighth of their average lifespan - for an immortal, that same amount of time should be no different from a second. Even the simplest things like "Soon" would hold a completely different meaning for someone who lived a thousand years. We are talking about beings who should have a completely different understanding of patience and would plan on a completely different scope of time than mortal people.

Ozpin would absolutely attempt to hold on to his values and ideals over centuries - but I don't think he would be capable of holding on to the humanity behind those ideals. The Ozpin I am writing is completely dedicated to his vision of the future and hopeful for humanity, but also, at the same time more than willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure that vision. Most of his decisions are well weighed and made with intent of manipulating things on a grander scale, yet at the same time his incompatibility with human nature of mortals also creates more problems for him in the end.

Likewise, for Salem things like anger outbursts or impatience are beneath her - there's a certain unsettling niceness to her and how she's all too willing to help people achieve their dreams like some fairy godmother. Yet at the same time, every action she takes still fits her overall philosophy and worldview and benefits her in her "debate" with Ozpin.

Salem would give you everything you wanted, while Ozpin would convince you that you actually want the very same things as he does - yet neither of their actions would follow mortal logic and would, in the end, benefit the grander game at hand.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby rewrite #ozpin #professor ozpin #rwbyr asks #rwbyr stuff mine #salem #rwby salem

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mynonclicheblog · 1 year

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There was an absolutely beautiful Holmesbury analysis (here) by @ginarickys that made my brain go BUZZ BUZZ with more thoughts on the way these two characters contrast and enhance each others' lives, development, etc... so... um... hello there 👋

Not to start on too much of a personal note, but I generally dislike the idea that a strong/independent female character "shouldn't" have a love interest on the principle that it "weakens" her story - and as a result, I think a lot of why the Holmesbury relationship works so well for me is because Enola's entire lesson/arc in the 2nd movie is dismantling exactly that. It applies to far more than just romance in Enola's case but that makes it even more beautiful.

In the beginning of EH1, she and Tewkesbury exist on opposite ends of two extremes: Enola never ever relies on other people for anything. She was raised to be self-sufficient and break the rules and make some noise, to forge her own path in life. Tewkesbury comes from a world where he's inevitably relied on his family's status and wealth. He was brought up to follow societal rules, to do what is expected of him.

They represent the balance that the other needs. The things they lack individually, the other possesses in spades.

Tewkesbury needed to learn that there are people out there who are unafraid to make a stand, to cause chaos, to fight for what's right. He's always had a bold and virtuous heart, but felt so overwhelmed by his family + societal position that he preferred to run away from it all. He is immediately drawn to Enola because he sees her doing the things he wishes he were brave enough to do for himself. He admires her for it. Eventually, he starts to emulate those traits in his own life as he grows into his duties. It's easy for him to embrace these things and fall in love with Enola, because he is self-aware and soft-hearted and open to such emotional experiences.

Enola, on the other hand, needed to learn that her independence will not lose its value or impact if she does open herself up to emotional partnership with others. Admirable as she is, Enola has a tendency to be stubborn and resolute almost to a fault; it takes the most self-reliant, influential figure in her life (her mother) to make it sink in that she CAN have both. She is not impeded by love, love has the power to make her STRONGER. It's difficult for her to shed her old mindset and fall in love with Tewkesbury, but he is so transparent with his feelings and she eventually realizes this can be a good thing, even something she could benefit from.

They teach each other how to exist more fully and authentically within the lines they're given. It's not about the complete rejection of everything you were born into; it's not about the absolute refusal of help or vulnerability; it's about the balancing act of who you are /=\ who you can be. Accepting that sometimes, "both" is an okay - or even ideal - answer.

Tewkesbury is able to let his guard down and catch feelings for Enola so quickly because from the time they meet, she encompasses everything he already knows he wants, but doesn't have in his life. Rebellion, excitement, chaos, fighting the good fight - he thinks she's a fucking rockstar! He has so much fun on their little overnight adventure that he suggests they continue on their journeys together. It takes Enola longer to reach a place of acceptance regarding her feelings for him because, in her young eyes, allowing herself to fall for a boy would be incongruous with what she's always thought her life should look like... until EH2 (and Eudoria in particular) helps her understand that she doesn't have to sacrifice any of her ambition or independence for love, when she has already found love with a boy who accepts every part of who she is - no conditions, no strings attached.

#ANYWAY I'M DOING FINE.#but like... fuq! i'm making video edits and writing analysis! we're really in it now boys!#holmesbury #enola x tewkesbury #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #enola holmes spoilers #lord tewkesbury #analysis post

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 7 months

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In light of Lou beginning to moon over the youngest Vatore (and Rory missing very little, if anything at all, when it comes to her charges) they had a not-so-little chat. In fact, it was rather lengthy. But it's how it played out in my head so feel free to teal deer it.

"Ayo, you upgraded that sink while I was out. Thanks, runt." "Oh, I'm no longer a pup? And you're smiling. Careful, Rory. People might think that you actually have feelings and stuff." "Good point. But if I kill you now and bury the body, then they'll never know..."

"So, what did you want to talk about?" "Well get this. There's this girl-" "Let me guess. Is this girl on a liquid only diet?" "Amelie? Nah, she can eat regular food too - wait, how did you know?" "Bro. You're not exactly subtle."

"Whaddaya mean 'not exactly subtle'? I was the king of five finger discounts back in San Myshuno. 'They seek me here, they seek me there, those Fengs - they seek me everywhere!'" "Glad to see that you picked up my copy of The Scarlet Simpernel. But all of a sudden you're up at the library asking Wolfgang about Vampire lore. You're taking down the garlic in the hangout. And you've been making wolf eyes at that girl ever since she showed up with her overpriced 'peace offerings'."

"Yeah, about that. You were kinda rude, you know. She was just trying to be nice. And that old violin of yours was hanging on by a string and a prayer. Probably out of fear for its life too from all the times you were cussing it out." "She was trying to buy us, Lou. At least it seemed that way at the time. Also, why send her? Why didn't Pretty Bat or his hot sister come if they were seriously trying to make amends? It just felt off, that's all." "Maybe she just thought that a big past needed a big peace offering? Or maybe she asked around and found out what we both like. It may not even be all that deep like that." "Lou. Anything from a vampire always comes with strings attached." "Yeah? But I thought that's what made it such a good violin." "Oh ha ha ha. You're a regular Johnny Zest. Now excuse me if I don't rupture something from laughing."

"They weren't even around when all that was going down, Ree. They weren't. They're about the same age as Lily from your dad's pack, and Amelie's only just stopped aging herself. That's why she's been coming around so much - they and Lily are cousins or something. So maybe they thought it was better to send their little sister." "Hmm." "And Lily was actually really sad when they got turned. She thought that they would become just like Vladi-Long-Face but they didn't." "Yeah, they could be worse. I'll give them that much. And I know that they had nothing to do with all that personally. But just because they weren't around, doesn't mean that they're not still benefiting from it to this day, you know? While we were forced into hiding, they had free range to build up their big manors and host their fancy parties only to bleed dry their guests in their walk-in closets." "They don't actually have walk-in closets. And Caleb calls his an 'armoire'." "Of course he does."

"Look, all I'm saying is just be careful. Think with your head for once. And not something else a little further south." "Well my bad choices got you me, aka the best wolf you'll ever know. So it hasn't been all bad, huh? But I feel you." "And use protection. Otherwise instead of a pup you may end up with something else fanged but completely different." "Whoa - we've only just agreed to a first date and you're already up to our nooboos now?!? Jeez!" "It's my job to think ahead, that's all." "Yeah, our brainbox Alpha, fearless leader, first of her name, mother of bad-arses and all that. Also I probably should make sure that I'm at the 'putting pants on' and 'eat a vegetable each day' stage before I even start thinking about kids. Got so much more to work on just for myself, you know?" "Ha, don't we all." "And I don't even know how serious this is going to get? I just really like her. And if I tried, then at least I tried. I won't spend my whole life mooning around and wondering what would have happened if I'd felt out my options with a cute nice girl who just happened to be a vampire." "There is no 'just happened to be a vampire' in the same way that we don't just happen to be werewolves, Lou. I think this situation has more layers and complexities than what you've considered. And I don't like it. But if you really like her that much, then I won't stand in your way." "Yeah, instead you'll just stand over my shoulder snarling at her the whole time, hahaha." "I wasn't snarling. That's just what my face does. This whole wolf thing though? You're better at it than you think you are. Just be smart. And pause before you make any big decisions. That's all I'm asking." "Yes, Mother." "Alpha. A 'Mother' is a drag queen, Lou." "You're right. Drag Queens are cool. You could never slay that much." "...Alright you little runt. I think we're well overdue some more friendly sparring." "Not my pretty face though!" "You have a date coming up so I'll leave your face card alone. The rest of you though? I make no such promises."

Lou autonomously moved himself into this Chestnut Ridge lot. But in my headcanon, it's Rory's pad and he's crashing there until he gets himself back on his paws. With his "NIGHT WOLF" trait and his newness to the whole four legged situation, he's pretty much unemployable, and he has some work to do in terms of managing his Fury. But he has practical skills (handiness etc) and he helps out where he can.

#sims 4 challenges #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 alphabet #alphabet legacy #lou howell #rory oaklow #sims 4 werewolves #sims 4 vampires

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90363462 · 1 year

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Research Says Hookup Culture Is F*cking Us Up. Here's What I Think.

The fine line between men and women is thinner than you think.

Kiarra Sylvester

Apr. 20, 2022 05:00PM EST

Having a hoe phase and being friends with benefits are concepts most commonly utilized by generations that came after the 1960s sexual revolution. This is not to say these concepts were nonexistent before that time, but more so that they were not socially embraced...sans the colorful language, of course. However, the millennial generation was once baptized in what eventually came to be known as "hookup culture." One can only speculate that the social acceptance of hooking up is where things look extremely different from previous generations, as it has been largely accepted at this point.

In fact, it’s become so normalized that I have found myself feeling bad that I can’t get down with the get down. Not really. I’m that girl and have come to live with the fact that I always will be – casual sex isn’t for me, not penetrative anyways. In other words, I will get some head and head out. But casual penetrative sex always proves to be far too intimate for me to do without some type of romantic connection.

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That being said, it has always been thought that women just don’t have what it takes to fully immerse themselves in hookup culture without eventually attaching strings. However, per this misogynistic TikToker, research alleges that hookups are impacting everyone as a whole and it’s not for the reasons we once thought it to be. In fact, what this research suggests, is like every other mammal in this world, we eventually learn to evolve with the circumstances instead of being written off as extinct. Hookup culture, be damned.

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Over time, the human brain adapts and rewires itself so that the new pattern doesn’t come with strings attached, and hooking up feels like less of an emotional chore. Though this might seem good at the moment, the same research suggests that if you are someone who eventually desires a romantic connection, your brain then has a difficult time remembering how to thrive under those lovey-dovey circumstances as it now requires itself to readapt and remember how to do so.

I’ve never been opposed to the protest against hookup culture backed by more reasoning than a societal “because I said so.” But, I have been opposed to how it is always framed as "the burden of women." It’s never a nuanced discussion and always a gendered discussion about how women are far "too emotional" to be able to tolerate hookups. Not only is it a problematic statement, but it is also false. Men are just as emotional as women, the difference lies in their inability to express emotion as anything in between anger and contentment (because I'm not even sure they know how to express joy).

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Though I’m not deep into the research aspect of this, I truly do believe in "kill or be killed." I believe in evolution. This makes it difficult for me to ignore the likelihood that eventually a generation of brains would come to adapt to a new way of life, after all, it is a defense mechanism, yes? If we know human emotion doesn’t allow for us to instinctively hook up without the hurt and the attachment – wouldn’t it also be true that there would be far less hurt and difficulty exploring this new cultural norm if you shut all of it off? (Slight The Vampire Diaries reference there – the girls that get it.)

I do think we should be careful not to use this argument as a means to tear down other relationship structures that may fall into the consensual non-monogamy category. Why? Well,because I believe a hookup relationship stands alone in how it’s structured (by today’s unfortunate circumstances) in that they haven’t been conditioned to receive the care and candor that those in the non-monogamy community have poured into that category of relationships – though it absolutely should be receiving that level of devotion.

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Much like the structure of non-monogamy, and despite what much of society thinks, the healthiest way to execute hookup dynamics is through strong, healthy, and ongoing dialogue. As it is innate for us to crave more, I think it is unrealistic and dangerous for there to be one sole discussion around the stipulations of a hookup without any aftercare/check-ins that allow for boundaries to be reset. If we were to treat hookups in a more healthy manner, I don’t know that it would hold the same emotional weight emotionally…mentally.

Nevertheless, I’m no scientist nor do I claim to be. And though promises of the future can seem far off, especially when you turn 23 and realize everything doesn’t magically fall into place by 25 as you once naively thought it might, we must be cognizant of our own emotional capabilities and observant of the shift we experience when making ourselves flexible to new cultural adaptations.

Though we all crave different types of relationships, my hope is that we do all crave the ability to intimately connect when it counts.

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mvrders-are-okay · 7 months

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— ( I HATE YOU . . . ! )

— [ kunikuzushi × male reader ]

— [ content warnings: modern au – uni students. afab scara. friends with benefits trope. toxic reader, toxic relationship, i do not condone any of this in real life and nor should you. drunk reader. dub con. size difference. mating press. degration. no aftercare. ]

— ( NOTES . . . ! )

this is my first work.

as a broke college university student, the ever so sharp-tongued kunikuzushi could do nothing but share an apartment with you. it also didn’t help that his mother didn’t care about him – not that he’s complaining, he’s used to it.

he guesses this is better – having moved out for college – than staying with his so-called mother, enduring the uncomfortable silence between the two of them. they’ve always had an unspoken tension. his mother, ei, isn’t a bad mother, per sé, but rather inexperienced. she almost left him at the mall once when he was young, and that’s just the start of it. ei proved to be a careless parent, and it only proved him right more when she got a new lover, yae miko.

ah, well, past is past.

kunikuzushi was currently in the small kitchen of the apartment, heating up some instant ramen to satiate his growing hunger. school has been nothing but a bitch to him lately, not once giving him a break. not only that, but the people surrounding him never ceases to give him a headache, thus why he’s always so hotheaded – with his good friend childe always there to calm him down.

what also gave him even more migraine is you. he expected to hate you, too, just like he hate everyone else. but he was slapped by reality.

fuck. in kunikuzushi’s eyes, you’re a fucking asshole and a jerk. you were the typical bad boy or the hot delinquent from those cheesy rom-coms. but . . . in the first few months of the two of you rooming together, your somewhat of a charming personality grew on him, despite him trying to deny it to himself.

and before he knew it, he was falling. hard.

he claimed himself being insensitive. he was harsh and full of attitude, which led him into thinking he can’t fall in love, or simply feel fond or affectionate in general.

but archons was he wrong.

“how’s my favorite roommate doing?”

kunikuzushi involuntarily flinched. oh, you came home early from your friend’s house. he scrunched his nose as his nostril was filled with your scent; you reeked of alcohol and . . . did you smoke?

“i’m your only roommate,” he found himself replying.

“yeah, but that still doesn’t mean you can’t be my favorite.”

with kunikuzushi having his arms folded akimbo to his chest, and leaning against the counter, he just jolted slightly in surprise when he felt your lips against his cheek.

oh, yeah, right – the two of you had this arrangement. the cliché friends with benefits, no strings attached. kunikuzushi had long broken that rule, obviously. fuck, he doesn’t even know why he agreed.

kunikuzushi huffed, moving away. “you stink.”

“oh?” he heard you say, he could tell you weren’t offended. “what’s got you so uptight tonight?”

he hated this. he hated how you always render him speechless, and how he’s tongue-tied, when he shouldn’t be. he felt insecure – he felt very conscious about how he’s going to reply; how he’s going to form the words.

“fuck off,” kuni settled on saying.

“hey, now, dolly —”

“stop calling me that, you jerk.”

you inched closer to him, and because he was already cornered against the counter, he just had to lean his body back. you were caging him in with your arms, and your mouth was already latching itself in the pulse of his neck.

what bothered him, though, is him not pushing you away. he just . . . let you continue.

“i missed you, you know? say, how long since we last fucked?” you asked, your voice going huskier and deep, all while wrapping your arms around his petite waist to hug him to your chest. he was much shorter than you – the height difference making his knees feel jelly as it always does. you easily overpower him, you could ruin him any time.

“l-last week,” he replied.

“hm, too long, eh?”

the last thing he saw was your malicious smirk, and he just found himself being carried in a bridal-style, and him being thrown into his bed – it all happened so fast.

“i missed your body, doll.” he couldn’t help but whine into your words, giving in to your faux affections.

you climbed on top of him, spreading his legs wide with you settled between them. you leaned down and latched your mouth on the side of his neck again, making him moan. you two never kissed – it was also one of the rules. it’s always just you marking his neck, his collarbone, anywhere you can access.

“ah —” kunikuzushi gasped at the feeling of your nimble fingers tracing circles in his clit through his skimpy shorts.

“such a slut,” you murmured against his ear. “always falling for me. you have no sense of pride nor dignity. you always just allow me to use you like the cheap whore you are.”

kuni found himself tearing up at your words. you were right, and that only made it hurt more; that it will always be just him feeling something.

you lifted up his baggy shirt, pinching his nipples and he whimpered, arching his hips into your fingers. he was soaking wet.

“you’re mine, got it, slut?”

kuni hated himself the way he just nodded. “m-mhm . . . oh — !”

you had ripped off his shorts and his lacy underwear coming next. you proceeded inserting two fingers in his wet, hot cunt. you scissored him with no remorse, curling your fingers and repeatedly hitting his bundle of nerves which made him arch his back deliciously.

he felt himself fast approaching, his toes curling and his eyes rolling back with a silent scream as he squirted into your fingers.

“that was fast,” you said, letting him ride out his orgasm. you pulled out your fingers and admired his slick and cum glistening under the dim room. then, you inserted them into his mouth, letting him taste himself. he complied, sucking your fingers, full of experience – he didn’t even gag when they reached the back of his throat.

kuni watched with hazy eyes as you unbuckled your belt, taking off your trousers. he saw your prominent bulge against your boxers, and he felt his breath getting knocked out of his lungs when you also took it off, your huge cock springing free and slapping against your toned abdomen. it never fails to make his insides churn in nervousness and excitement, no matter how many times that thing entered him.

you pumped your cock a few times before aligning it to his pussy. kuni’s eyes rolled back as your tip entered, and he screamed when you bottomed out.

you held his legs and pushed them back, his knees tucked to his chest, which made you reach deeper.

“oh . . . ah . . . ahah . . .” he moaned shamelessly as the two of you rocked back and forth, your thick cockhead kissing his womb.

“you like that, bitch?” you grunted out. “you’re so tight . . .”

“mhm! yes – yes . . . like that – I love it — !” he loves you. “right there, right there! please – d-don’t stop!”

you thrusted in and out of him in an animalistic pace. aach one sending his mind off the abyss, he’s seeing stars.

“you’re mine. mine. all mine,” you said, fucking him brutally he knows he wouldn’t be able to walk for a few days – and he fucking loved it. “this slutty body of yours is mine, all right? say it, slut.”

“yours, yours! hah—a-all yours . . . only yours!”

you chuckled, which caused him to flush deep red. he was so fucked dumb, he can’t think straight anymore.

“i’m cumming, doll —”

“inside. Inside, please! hng—!” impregnate him for all he fucking cares. knock him up, and he’d love it ‘cause then you wouldn’t leave him.

or would you?

no, that can’t happen.

kunikuzushi’s eyes rolled far back, his back arching miles off of bed when you busted your load inside him, ensuring a child to grow inside of him.

he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close – wanting to make this last.

yet he just wallowed in self-pity and hatred when you pulled out, stood up from the bed, dressed up, and left his room without a word.

i beg to please do not plagiarize my works—it’s no fun.

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fckloyalty · 2 years

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look I know most people would kill to have that privilege I am aware of that and this is not at all meant to be wah wah I’m such a poor rich girl whatever will I do, these are my uncooked thoughts stemming from my personal background

but I think a very real conversation needs to be had not only about the effects of poverty but also about the effects of being born into wealth and growing up with that privilege

this wealth is often painted to be the ultimate liberator and in many ways it absolutely is, but i think it’s detrimental to overlook that it often comes with a string attached and Doing The Right Thing is… incredibly hard in this system

that’s not an excuse for not doing shit or actively being evil, but our system is ultimately not built for rich people realizing that oh wait, actually something is wrong here, I would like that to change (bc they’re not supposed to)

i’m not like bezos level rich but because me and my sibling are the only children in our family, we will probably ultimately inherit everything our elder relatives leave behind, including a handful of properties in my city of birth that were (probably?*) acquired for a pretty good price back then but are now worth a lot more

of course that is unfair and I don’t believe in the fairytale that my grandparents somehow “”built this”” for their future children so we deserve to inherit for all eternity without limits but my grandparents on my father’s side really were pretty ordinary working people who managed to rise a little in class because back then class mobility was still possible but I digress

but what am I, an individual, supposed to do with that, ultimately? my options boil down to these:

take my inheritance and try to make it increase in value through aggressive investing, renting out at market price, etc

take my inheritance, but try to give away anything I don’t need to live comfortably with a reasonable standard

not take my inheritance at all, it all goes to my sister

option number one is not something I think is ethical and want to do, so I’m ruling that one out.

the problems start at option two: how do you give away so that it does the most good? do you donate to individual people’s fundraisers or go big and try to change the system through lobbying? how much do you decide to give away? what is an amount of wealth that is reasonable to keep?

especially the last question is hard to answer for me because I was born into wealth. my standards for things are certainly higher than those of the average person living paycheck to paycheck. I like nice things, I like being able to spend on quality and some of that spending on quality is non-negotiable for me and ultimately benefits society somewhat maybe hopefully, like if you buy fairly sourced coffee and spices or fair fashion. I know there is no ethical consumption under capitalism but I still think it can be better to some extent.

if I decided not take any of it, that then just serves to make me as miserable as the rest in this economy. renting is getting pricey even here, buying isn’t any better; shit costs money and more everyday, and as has been frequently discussed here, people should enjoy a certain amount of stability and be able to have some nice things. plus, if I don’t inherit it someone else will, and then I will have no control at all over what happens to this wealth.

the most important point is: why should I, for all intents and purposes a pampered rich girl, get to decide what amount of wealth is a reasonable amount to have? why is the system so broken that even if I wanted to do the right thing, it always amounts to charity, which is ineffective at best and actively detrimental at worst?

*another insidious thing about generational wealth is that it is also so fucking intransparent that I couldn’t even tell you what my quote unquote net worth is, or rather my family’s since I don’t actually own any of the money yet myself

#if this comes off as whiny or tone deaf or whatever I’m truly sorry #just my parents keep pushing me to make decisions I can’t make yet #because they want to know ~ what to invest in ~ or whatever #and it got me thinking

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mingtinys · 2 years

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ateez catching feelings for their friends with benefits

pairing : ateez (separately) x gen!reader

fluff , angst if you squint really hard , fwb!au , friends to lovers

warnings : suggestive content , language

word count : 3.6k

requested ? yes

a/n : sorry this took so long ! i kept running into major writer's block and just wasn’t happy with how it was going so i had to restart quite a bit , thank you for being so patient and requesting !!

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong has always been rather protective over those close to him. And at times that protectiveness snowballs into petty jealousy. Though he's usually pretty good about keeping his emotions in check.

He cares deeply for people. It's just, unfortunately, that trait often comes back to bite him in the ass

So yeah, maybe he should have known a little better than to get himself involved in a non-exclusive, friends with benefits situation.

But neither of you was having much luck on the dating scene, and nights were starting to get a bit lonely. So who better to look to for company than your close friend!

Really, it was harmless!

The two of you agreed that should the other ever find someone else worthy of their time, there would be no hard feelings. It wasn't like either of you expected this to last forever.

However, after months of falling into the same routine, Hongjoong got a little too comfortable.

Then one day, when he shows up at your apartment unannounced (like he's done many times before), you're all dressed up. Hongjoong thinks he's caught you at just the right time; until you hit him with the "It's not for you Joong, I actually have a date tonight!"

You're all jittery and excited.

And all Hongjoong can think about is how not to be swallowed up by the flames of hell licking at his feet.

But what's even more frustrating is he can't for the life of him figure out why he's so upset. Because he's supposed to be your friend, supposed to want what's best for you, supposed to be 100% supportive and happy for you.

He's too stubborn to admit that he wants to be what's best for you. He wants to be the reason you’re happy. And he wants to be the one you're all dressed up for. But don't worry, give him a few hours and it'll dawn

.He knows he'd be an asshole to stop you. So he puts on a brave face and wishes you the best of luck on your date. Buuutttt is still praying on the downfall of whoever, undeservingly if he might add, scored a date with you.

Fortunately for him, some deity must have been listening. Because next thing he knows you're calling him from the restaurant bathroom pleading for him to pick you up as the person turned out to be a total jerk.

And he knows it's probably a little too soon, but the whole situation shocked him into realizing his feelings. He's scared if he hesitates now he'll lose his chance with you for good.

Is he scared of being rejected? Absolutely. Are his hands a little bit sweaty? Without a doubt. But he’s too determined for any of that to stop him.

So with a promise to show you what a "proper" date looks like, he'd likely ask you out on the car ride home.

Park Seonghwa

He has always been very in tune with his emotions, not to mention excellent at pinpointing where they stem from.

Articulating them to others, however, does not come so easily.

It's not because he can't find the words to explain them. It's because he can't find the perfect words to explain or properly convey how he's feeling.

Perfectionism is his inevitable downfall.

So when it comes to his growing feelings for you, he struggles to find a way to eloquently explain the whirlwind of emotions brewing in his heart.

How is he supposed to put into words his guilt of breaking the no strings attached rule? His absolute adoration for everything you do? His understanding if you don't feel the same? Or his hope to still be friends regardless?

After thinking long and hard, he takes the mature route and asks that the two of you take a break. Go back to just being friends, no sex involved.

He tells you it's because his life has gotten complicated, which isn't completely false. But it's really so he can sort out his feelings without his heartstrings being tugged at nearly every night.

However, it doesn't take long for him to start missing your company.

Not just at night, but in general. He misses your overall presence in his life.

He misses waking up with you still sleeping beside him in the morning. Misses brewing coffee for two. Misses the way you smile and thank him for the kind gesture. Misses how each time you promise you’ll wake up early next time to return the favor. Both of you know good and well that won't happen, but the thought was always nice.

He misses you, and this time he doesn't care to find the perfect words. He simply needs you to know how much he loves you.

Ends up sending one of those "can we talk?" texts that send you into cardiac arrest because no other context was provided.

When you get there he explains everything.

From his overwhelming feelings for you to why he asked to cut things off for a while. And of course the classic "if you don't feel the same it's okay."

But he really doesn't have to worry about that last part.

Kang Yeosang

Yeosang has always been a very honest and straightforward person.

He never shies away from scolding someone when they take a joke too far, nor does he hold back on stating when he doesn't like something. Especially with his friends.

So confessing his feelings shouldn't be much different.

But it is.

It's different and it's terrifying. The thought of being so emotionally vulnerable and open is something he struggles with.

Yeosang knows he needs to tell you and he knows he can't keep his secret bottled up forever.

He also knows that regardless of how you respond, he'll be all right in the end. If it's rejection he faces, it may take a while to get back to normal. But Yeosang loves and respects you well enough to go right back to just being friends. If it just so happens you share his feelings, he's willing to see where a relationship may take the two of you.

However, given all of this certainty, Yeosang is still clammy at the thought. Because no matter how well he may handle rejection outwardly, the possibility of being shut down sounds soul-crushing.

This whole ordeal is how the usually quiet and introverted boy, ends up spending countless hours in Wooyoung's room. Rambling on and on about what to do and how to tell you. As well as spilling his fears about making you uncomfortable around him.

And Wooyoung lets him rant uninterrupted. Because Yeosang isn't actually looking for advice or answers. Deep down he knows what to do and how he'll go about it. But speaking his grievances out loud allows him to sort through his feelings and expel his nervous energy.

Mind you the cycle of stressing out to working up his confidence only takes all of maybe three days.

So when he's finally ready, he'll wait until the next time the two of you are together. He's not a fan of those "we need to talk" texts. He is, however, a "there's something I've been meaning to tell you" type of guy.

He'll kick Jongho and Wooyoung out of the room so the two of you can have some privacy. He doesn't want you to feel pressured to commit to a relationship just because his friends are in the room.

He's well-spoken in his confession and makes sure you know there's no obligation to share his feelings.

Jeong Yunho

This guy is annoyingly smooth with how he handles catching feelings.

He can feel himself falling for you more day after day, and fully embraces it.

It's not like he isn't scared of altering your current relationship, he is. But he loves the way you make him feel and doesn't mind waiting until the time is right to ask for something more exclusive.

So he starts testing the waters.

Gradually doing more boyfriend–esque things like: taking you to dinner, PDA, lending you clothes, keeping a few extra toiletries for you at his place, spending the night together, and making coffee for you the next morning. Anything you could think of when you hear the word "boyfriend" he's tried it.

And yeah, some ideas flopped. Like when he tried to have a nice romantic movie night that didn't end in sex. Or when you caught him staring a little too lovingly one night after he thought you'd fallen asleep.

But some really worked! For example, Yunho can't remember the last time you wore your own clothing. always sporting one of his sweaters or hoodies.

We'll skip over the part where he had to take a solid 2 minutes to gather himself after seeing you dressed in only one of his oversized white button-ups. Nothing else.

It's gotten to the point where the other members tease the two of you about it and strangers mistake you for a couple out in public.

It takes about 2 years off of Yunho's life every time you remind someone "oh no, we're just good friends!"

But overall, he's extremely patient.

After a month or so is when you finally start picking up on his suspicious behavior.

And while yes, the original agreement was just casual with no string attached, you have to admit, it feels nice to play couple. In fact, neither of you has even considered the option of seeing anyone else. Being together felt natural, easy, and most of all safe.

The tension constantly hangs in the air. Until one night, as you and Yunho are laying facing one another just talking about nothing and everything, it becomes so heavy that confrontation seems to be the only solution.

"Yunho, are we dating?" the question caught him off guard, and after thinking for a few moments, he's not sure either. It sure has felt like you're dating. "I don't know, are we?"

"That's why I'm asking you. Because you keep doing all these things that a boyfriend would do and it kind of feels like we're dating."

"Well, then I guess we are. Is that a problem?"

It was most certainly not a problem. But have fun listening to Wooyoung and Mingi's "I told you so" speeches.

Choi San

San is, unfortunately, someone with a guarded heart that loves too deeply. But once he feels safe with someone, he falls as fast as he does hard.

For him, falling in love is like trying to safely play Russian roulette. Hoping the next time gives all of his heart to someone it won't completely ruin him

So yeah, you could say he's in a bit of a conundrum when he notices his feelings towards you have shifted from just friendly/sensual to romantic.

On one hand, he feels guilty. Because he knows how firm you were about this being a "no strings attached" situation. He doesn't want to scare you off or ruin what you have now with complicated emotions.

And on the other, he wants nothing more than to call you his and his only. Take you out on cute coffee shop dates and picnics in the park. He's spent hours daydreaming about what it would be like to walk down the street holding your hand and stealing little kisses that would make little old ladies would "ooo" and "ahh" at the two of you.

But then reality sets in like a punch to the gut every time he wakes up and you've already left his bed.

Falling in love with you felt so natural he forgot he wasn't supposed to.

He knows he's gotta tell you. Because living with this secret is starting to weigh heavily on him. He's constantly in his own head, overthinking and conjuring up every way it could possibly go wrong.

Even with seven members to run to for advice, he still hasn't found an easy way out of this situation.

Unfortunately for san, you were his friend long before you were his lover. You know him like the back of your hand. So you pick up fairly quickly that something is wrong.

You let it go for a couple of days hoping he would come to you first. He never does, of course.

Finally, one night you just ask him.

He's so caught off guard by the question that all he can give is a very unconvincing "nothing, why?"

Which obviously you don't accept. So after a very long "You're still my best friend, you can tell me anything" speech, he realizes he can't keep running away from his feelings.

There are a few moments of silence after he admits he's fallen in love that has his nerves on the edge. Each second he waits for your reply feels like an hour.

But then you ask how he would feel about trying to be exclusive and seeing where things go. You suggest a date or perhaps putting a label on your relationship.

He says yes a little too fast.

"Does this mean you'll still be here when I wake up?"

“If that's okay with you, then yes."

Song Mingi

You will more than likely have to be the first to break the ice on the overwhelming tension that is "we both have feelings that we're too scared to admit because what if it messes everything up?"

Mingi is all too aware of his exponentially growing feelings for you, and all too unaware that you’re harboring the same feelings for him.

And no matter how many times Yunho gives him solid advice on what to say and do, he's still stuck in his head.

Mingi is absolutely terrified of messing up what the two of you have and potentially ruining a year-long friendship. His pride wouldn't be able to take the hit if you rejected him. Nor could he imagine a world in which you're no longer part of his life.

So he keeps his secret to himself. Trying anything and everything he can to calm his crush.

There's a moment where he thinks maybe he can lay off a bit. Keep the hookups to a minimum, stop having you to stay the night, and put a little more distance between the two of you.

Regrettably, he has zero impulse control and that idea gets washed down the drain after about two days.

His new working plan is to just "fake it till you make it." Which in hindsight wasn't as easy as he thought.

It's just one awful cycle of him trying to convince himself everything is fine, and nearly suffering a cardiac event every time you fall asleep on his chest.

It gets overwhelming fast, but he's still unable to push his anxiety far enough down in order to confess. Every time he tries his mouth dries up and the words stop short in his throat.

He likes to think he's gained a significant amount of confidence over the years. But you really have a way of melting him down to putty and rendering him speechless. At this point, he's basically convinced himself things would stay the way they are forever.

Seonghwa calls him melodramatic

Until one night you hit him with the "can we talk about something?"

His heart is nearly pounding out of his chest at your question, only for it to completely stop when you follow up with "I was thinking, and could you ever see us being more? like going on dates, being a couple, or even just exclusive."

He freezes. Mingi genuinely thought you were about to cut things off with him. But now he has to rewire his brain so he can process the fact that you like him back !?

After about 10 seconds of uncomfortable silence, you're rushing to tell him that "It's totally okay if you say no!! I'm fine with keeping things how they are if that's what you're comfortable with."

And now he's rushing to explain he's not rejecting you and that he's actually liked you for a while.

It's kind of cute honestly.

Just two oblivious idiots successfully carrying out the friends to lovers trope.

Jung Wooyoung

It takes a while for things to click in his brain that he's caught feelings for you.

Not because he's oblivious or anything, but the progression of your relationship is so gradual he barely paid any attention to the warning signs.

To Wooyoung, there is absolutely nothing alarming about asking you to stay the night instead of driving home. For safety reasons. Nothing out of the ordinary about feeling warm and content in your presence. You're his friend, of course it makes sense he'd want you around more. And the constant jittery feeling in his stomach? Well, lust and hormones will do that to a guy.

But detail after detail started adding up, and finding excuses became harder and harder.

You noticed him becoming slightly clingier, and you really didn't mind.

But then Wooyoung realizes he's been more clingy than usual and kind of, sort of, maybe panics just a little bit.

And now he's hyperaware of all the times he should have noticed. Reflecting on every instance that screamed "you're in love dumb-dumb" right in his face.

He's sorting through every worst-case scenario of rejection, ruining your friendship, getting his heart broken, and basically anything that could go wrong.

His first instinct is to keep quiet and run. End what the two of you currently have and go back to just being casual friends, no sex or feelings involved. Or maybe even find something to take his mind off of you, anything to protect himself.

He's completely set on taking his feelings to the grave until Yeosang calls him an idiot and wedges some calm and collected solutions into his master plan.

He finally gains a moment to think. As he weighs his options, it dawns on him how much happier he's been over the past few months. Throwing all of that away seems stupid and childish.

So the next time you come over he's waiting with fidgety hands, a sweaty hairline, and a messy bouquet he picked from the bush outside.

He had a whole speech planned in his head. And hey, it was very romantic !! He even had a great selling point in which he was willing to offer up any hoodie or jacket of his you desired.

But that quickly fails and instead you get a very endearing, yet rushed and nearly shouted: "Ireallylikeyou, like ... likelikeyou– and I wanna know if maybe you would consider ... beingmysignificantother?"

It was embarrassing, admittedly. but he looks back on that moment with fondness whenever he remembers the smile you wore as you nodded.

Choi Jongho

It is next to impossible to tell when "no strings attached" became "I wanna spend the rest of my life with them" with Jongho.

And he's determined to keep it that way until he figures out what to do.

Because as talented and experienced as he may be in bed, Jongho doesn't have much expertise in the "serious dating" department. Because no, his middle school relationship did not count.

So when he realizes he's caught feelings for you, it's a little intimidating. Nonetheless, he stays calm and collected. well, relatively.

Jongho is cautious with his love and to whom he gives his heart.

It's not like the guy has a thousand brick walls around his heart. He's just rather private and reserved when it comes to relationships. You really have to earn his trust. And after years of friendship, and the last 2 months of that casually hooking up, you've long since earned his trust.

But an actual relationship is a whole other layer of intimacy. That's why being friends with benefits worked so well. Jongho had a great connection with you but never had to navigate the intricacy of having you as a significant other.

Until his dumb heart had to go and develop a crush.

Still, he aims to sort out his feelings and gauge your own before making any moves.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans and sent them in the form of Jung Wooyoung.

Jongho had called you over, bored, at nearly 1 am. And in return for heading over so late, you negotiated food. Which Jongho had no problem to oblige, after all, he had worked up an appetite as well.

You're perched on the counter next to the stove, Jongho standing between your legs. The two of you giggling like absolute idiots over some stupid joke while you wait for the ramen to boil.

It's all fine and fun until Wooyoung smells the food and wonders into the kitchen in hopes of finessing a bite or two. But the second he walks in and sees the two of you like that, the thought leaves his mind. He just snickers and blurts out "You guys look like a couple."

Oh boy, if looks could kill...

Deep down Jongho knows Wooyoung never had any malicious intentions with his comment. But that doesn't mean he wanted to wring his neck out any less.

Jongho's deadly glare mixed with the rising tension in the room only gives Wooyoung the exact information he needed to confirm his comment was at least half right.

"Wait! Are you two dating?"

You're both sputtering out excuses and denying everything. Which only connects the final dot for Wooyoung. And in true unfiltered, Wooyoung fashion, he speaks the first thing that comes to his mind.

"Ohhh, I get it. You two want to date but haven’t admitted it yet."

After a silent death threat or two from Jongho he leaves. And so begins Jongho's frustrated apologizing for his friend interrupting. Poor boy is grasping at any and every excuse as why Wooyoung would say something like that.

But you on the other hand are kind of thankful Wooyoung finally broke the awkward waiting game.

"Oh, so Wooyoung was wrong? You don't want to be more?"

"Well, I didn't say that."

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Greedy

Megumi doesn't know what to do. It feels so selfish to want two people. But then he remembers some advice Gojo gave him. Maybe it's time to be greedy when it comes to love.

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) x Toge Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, poly, oral, fingering, creampie, cum eating. Toge uses his cursed speech on reader after getting consent. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact

"Let's go to the arcade!"

"Salmon!"

Megumi frowns at you and Toge. Driving downtown and going to a crowded arcade is definitely the last thing he wants to do tonight. His gaze meets yours, and you smile and ask hopefully:

"Are you joining us, Megumi?"

"No, thanks. I'd rather stay here. That documentary about the tigers sounded interesting."

Things were just getting comfortable here on the couch in the community room with both Toge and you sitting on each side of him. Megumi had hoped you could spend the whole evening watching tv together and maybe cuddle a bit.

He doesn't really know what is going on between the three of you. None of you ever addressed it, but he knows that over the last months, it has become something other than friends.

Megumi wishes it was more, though. Friends with benefits, maybe. No, if he is completely honest with himself, he wants it to be more than that. He doesn't just want to have sex.

He wants to walk through the city holding hands with both of you. He wants to lay in bed tangled up with Toge's firm male body pressed against his one side and your softer female body snuggled to his other side, cuddling all night and exchanging soft kisses.

He wants to watch you and Toge kiss sweetly and then kiss the two of you himself while all three of you are hugging. He wants to send a text message saying "I love you" to the group chat and get an "I love you too." reply from both of you. His heart is overflowing just imagining it.

Megumi bites his lip. Anytime he gets those thoughts, he feels guilty. It seems so selfish to him to want both of you. He should only want one person, right? Anything else seems too much.

But on the other hand, how can he explain that the three of you always seem to end up sitting too close? All the little touches, all the shared glances, and smiles. There is something between the three of you.

Lately, Megumi has a sinking feeling that if someone approaches the topic, it has to be him. Your dynamic seems to have come to this, Megumi is the dominant one, and you and Toge seem to always gravitate towards him and wait for him to tell you which direction to take.

It's sweet, actually. Out of the three of you, Megumi is the most guarded. It makes his chest feel so warm to think that you and Toge decided to not pressure him. That you are so respectful of the boundaries Megumi set.

Megumi could have found a partner easily. Of course, he was aware of the looks his classmates back in middle school gave him. All the chocolate he received every year for Valentine's. He knew that all his sister's friends gushed about him.

And it didn't change over the years. Megumi isn't blind to the fact that people keep approaching him every time Itadori drags him to an arcade or some fast food place.

If he wanted, Megumi could have dated lots of people. But he never felt safe enough with anyone to allow that. Instead, he only gave in to his physical cravings. Because he realized how much a good fuck helped him to relax. Filling a sweet creamy pussy or a cute tight ass with his cum made his brooding thoughts disappear for a short time, at least.

But it always was just that. Sex. No strings attached, no feelings involved. Megumi's heart was still locked away safely.

But not when it comes to you and Toge. Somehow somewhere along the way, the two of you managed to tear down the walls Megumi constructed so carefully around his heart. And now you are waiting. Waiting for him to make the first move.

It's in his hands. If only it was so easy!

Megumi sees the disappointment flicker over your face before you school it into a cheerful expression.

"Aww damn, ok, then it's just you and me, Toge. I'll make sure to beat you at every game!"

"Fish flakes!"

The two of you get up, both grinning widely. And Megumi can't help but feel so cold all of a sudden now that the comforting warmth of your and Toge's bodies is gone. He gulps. Shit! He should have agreed to join you!

He watches with narrowed eyes as Toge reaches out to take your hand in his. You smile in return and squeeze his hand.

There's a tightness in Megumi's chest. The two of you look so cute together! He can't bear the thought of seeing you walk out that door while he stays back. He doesn't want you to leave! He doesn't want to be alone!

He knows it's his own fault, though. After all, he is the one who turned you down and said no to joining you. He silently curses himself. It's in his hands, and he really just sits her and watches you leave?

He doesn't know why but suddenly, he remembers something Gojo said to him a while ago. "Be greedier."

Maybe Gojo was right. Maybe Megumi should be greedy! Not just when it comes to his cursed technique and fighting abilities. What if he is also greedy when it comes to love?

Before he even realizes what he is doing, Megumi has already reached out and grabbed both of your hands.

"Wait."

Both you and Toge turn to him with wide eyes, looking at him expectantly. You could cut the tension in her with a Zenin family heirloom dagger.

Megumi looks at both of you intently,

"Stay with me. I want all three of us to spend the evening together."

He can see that the two of you understand the meaning behind his words. But just to make his intentions even clearer, Megumi tugs on both your hands, pulling you both onto his lap. One on his left thigh, the other on his right thigh.

"That's much better."

He doesn't know where he gets the courage from, but maybe this is just him going crazy again, like when he is in a life or death situation.

But he knows that this feels right. All three of you together. This is how it's supposed to be.

There's a knowing smile on Toge's pretty face, and when Megumi turns to look at you, you reach out to stroke his unruly hair out of his eyes.

"That's how you want to spend the evening, Megumi? With both of us on your lap?"

"Yeah, if that's ok with the two of you."

He looks at you with a burning blue gaze and is met by a sweet smile. His heart jumps to his throat. You look so pretty, giving him that intense look and loving expression. Your smile becomes even brighter, and you nod while your fingers caress Megumi's hair so tenderly,

"It's definitely ok for me...I was kinda hoping you'd say something. Toge, too, right? We were both waiting for you."

"Salmon."

Toge's voice always sounds a bit hoarse from rarely using it, but right now, it sounds even huskier than usual. And now he reaches out too and cups Megumi's cheek while blessing him with a dazzling smile.

Relief washes over Megumi, followed by a nervous fluttery feeling in his chest and stomach. Finally, he's getting it right!

"I wasn't sure I could have this. But I don't care anymore if I'm being selfish or greedy or whatever. I... I like you both. I like you a lot. And I want...I want all three of us together."

It feels exhilarating to say it out loud. Megumi feels the same rush he feels when doing his domain expansion. A little crazy, out of control, a mix of fear and power, and a big "fuck you" to taking the safe way. His heart is racing, and he feels lightheaded.

He's pretty sure there's a wild look in his eyes when he meets your gaze. But what he sees there makes him feel reassured. Your eyes are brimming with tears, and your lips tremble slightly when you answer softly, voice thick with emotion:

"I'm so happy you feel the same way, Megumi. I like you too. And I like you too, Toge. I really like both of you!"

Megumi feels a strange calmness settle over him. Suddenly he isn't scared anymore. Everything feels so right. His blue gaze catches Toge's amethyst-colored one, and then he watches as Toge smiles brightly and lifts his right hand in the "I love you" hand sign and points with his other hand to Megumi and then to you.

Megumi does something he usually doesn't do: He laughs. A soft, happy sound that surprises all three of you. Suddenly everything is so easy.

It feels natural to put his hands on the back of both your and Toge's heads and bring your faces closer to him. It feels right to brush a gentle kiss over Toge's lips and then over yours. And it feels perfect to watch Toge turning his head and capturing your lips in a soft kiss too.

Megumi's heart feels so full. So much love all around him. More than he ever thought was possible for him. But it's right here, right in his arms, on his lap, in the kisses the three of you are sharing now with growing urgency.

You somehow make it to Megumi's room, stumbling down the hallway clumsily because you can't get enough of each other and keep on stealing kisses in between breathless laughter and happy smiles. Finally, you end up on Megumi's bed in a heap of entangled limbs only a few minutes later, continuing what you started in the community room.

Soon hands wander over shoulders and slide down backs, slip under shirts and caress warm skin. Clothes come off, and Megumi can't even say for sure who undresses who. It doesn't matter. The three of you move together in perfect sync, and nothing ever felt so right in his life.

He loves the different feel of your bodies when his long fingers explore them. Toge's firm abs, your soft tummy, your squishy tits, Toge's toned pecs, your soft lips, and Toge's chapped ones.

Megumi is sure he will lose his mind here between the two of you, getting showered with kisses and caresses and the delicious taste of both of you mingling on his tongue.

Your sweet taste, still a faint trace of strawberry from the candy you were eating earlier, and the light cherry taste of Toge's cough syrup. It's quickly becoming Megumi's favorite taste in the world, even though he usually isn't into sweets all that much.

He groans when he feels a warm hand wrap around his half-hard cock, pumping it slowly. He reaches out blindly because he's busy kissing Toge and licking all the cough syrup taste off his tongue, but his fingers find a delicious hot wetness. He sighs into the kiss when his elegant fingers caress your slick clit gently, hearing a cute moan from you.

It goes like that a while, three bodies grinding against each other, hands caressing and exploring, lips leaving tender kisses anywhere they reach.

Megumi's hands reach out greedily, grabbing his freshly acquired lovers and forcing you to look at him. He is pleased to see two pairs of eyes clouded over by desire. It's so easy to say in his low husky voice:

"I want both of you. Want to fuck you. I want all of us to make love."

The answering moans he hears are music to his ears. God, the two of you look so beautiful with those sweet horny expressions on your faces!

You are panting heavily, lips wet and swollen from all the kisses when you say:

"Take what you want, Megumi. You can be as greedy as you like. We're all yours."

Toge moans softly at your words before quickly biting his bottom lip and nodding eagerly.

It's all the encouragement Megumi needs.

His fingers tighten in his lovers' hair, and he pushes both of you down to his lap, showing you what he wants. His touch is gentle enough to give you the option to pull away but strong enough to let you know that he really wants this. That he wants the two of you to pay attention to his throbbing cock that's resting against his taut abs, leaking pre-cum and twitching eagerly.

He doesn't have to worry about the two of you pulling away, though. Both of you moan at the sight of his long hard cock and are quick to lie down on each side of Megumi's strong thighs. Warm hands are caressing his taut muscles as two soft tongues dart out to get the first taste of him.

"Ah, fuck...."

Megumi is worried he's going to cum right then and there. The sight in front of him is just too hot. Toge's pink tongue is lapping hungrily at Megumi's swollen tip, and fuck, it looks so sexy with the snake and fangs seal that's imprinted on Toge's tongue! Megumi watches in fascination as a fat drop of milky pre-cum leaks out of his slit and onto Toge's tongue, getting smeared over the seal.

And then you are there to lick Megumi's pre-cum off Toge's tongue, giving your white-haired boyfriend a heated French kiss before flicking your tongue hungrily against Megumi's swollen tip too.

Megumi can't stop the low needy groans from escaping his parted lips as two velvety tongues lick his twitching dick. Two pairs of lips are taking turns engulfing his thick tip, sucking on it and kissing it. Two warm mouths take turns bopping on his hard length eagerly.

He could so easily let go and just spill his milky cum down your throat or pulse it over the pretty seals on Toge's face. But he needs more. Now that he started to be greedy, he can't seem to stop.

It takes all of Megumi's self-control to pull both of you off his cock and make you look at him.

"I want to fuck one of you.."

He trails off and blinks several times. Of course, he imagined it many times before, all three of you together. But now it seems so hard to decide how to do it. Does he want to fuck his pretty boyfriend while his cute girlfriend sits on Toge's face and lets that tattoed tongue make you scream? Or does he want to bounce you on his dick while your mouth gets stuffed by Toge's cock? It seems impossible to make a decision.

But before Megumi can start to worry, two pairs of hands are already on him, pulling him up and maneuvering him around until he finds himself behind you. He groans when he sees you get on all fours for him, spreading your legs, presenting your pretty creamy pussy to him.

Toge is getting into position in front of you, stroking his gorgeous thick cock lazily before holding it to your lips.

"Oh god... I love the two of you!"

Megumi is surely going to go crazier than during domain expansions! He realizes that you must have planned this...You and Toge must have talked about this, shared your dirty fantasies about the three of you!

He gets a bit dizzy imagining the two of you sexting at night, talking about how you want to fuck each other and get fucked by Megumi.

A low growl escapes his lips as he puts his elegant hands on your hips. Your answering moan goes straight to his groin, cock twitching eagerly.

It's finally happening. The three of you will be together and fuck each other's brains out!

Megumi guides his swollen tip to your slick waiting hole, watching entrapped as his cockhead spreads you open and sinks into you. His hands tighten on your skin when he feels your tight wet heat welcoming him, fitting around his hard length so perfectly, creamy and hot, and so soft and delicious.

You gasp so sweetly, sounding so aroused, so needy for him.

"Oh! Gumi...oh...We love you too! Please...oh...f..fuck me.. please...baby...."

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess!"

He can't hold back anymore, his hips snap forward, and he rams his long hard cock deep into you, making both of you groan loudly. There's no stopping now, Megumi thrusts into you, setting a fast, deep pace. He can't go slow tonight, not after wanting this for so long.

"Take care of Toge. Be a good girl and suck his pretty cock for me, ok? Be really sweet to him."

Megumi loves this. Loves the feeling of your warm creamy pussy clenching so needily around his cock. He loves your sweet moans and whines. He loves the way Toge's eyes are clouded over by desire from getting his pretty cock sucked and watching his boyfriend and girlfriend fuck right in front of him.

This is perfect! And it's only the beginning! There's so much more Megumi wants. So many things he wants to do tomorrow night, and the night after, and every night after that.

He wants to watch you ride Toge until both of you cum right in front of Megumi's eyes. He wants to press a hand on Toge's mouth while he fucks him hard, preventing him from accidentally using his cursed speech. He wants all three of you to touch and kiss and fuck and make each other cum over and over again.

Megumi wants so much, and he's going to get all of it because fuck it! Being greedy feels fucking brilliant!

He growls and snaps his hips almost savagely, fucking into you with deep hard thrusts that push you tightly against Toge's firm body, making you take his gorgeous long cock even deeper into your mouth.

The slurping wet noises of your sweet mouth bopping on Toge's cock sound so perfect in combination with the sounds of skin slapping against skin anytime Megumi rams his cock deep into your tight pussy.

It's perfect, it's delicious and filthy, and if Megumi had known that this is how greed sounds like, then he would have acted on his wishes sooner!

The combination of your wet pussy twitching around his cock and the lewd noises and sexy sight in front of him is pushing Megumi closer and closer to the edge.

"Ah! Let's fill our pretty girlfriend up together!"

Megumi sees Toge's hands tighten in your hair, sees the way his hips stutter, and then there's this beautiful strangled moan falling from Toge's parted lips. Gosh, he looks so pretty when he cums! Long eyelashes fluttering, mouth hanging open, and his abs flex so beautifully as he shoots spurt after spurt of his hot seed into your waiting mouth.

And Megumi cums hard. His vision blacks out for a moment when his orgasm rips through him in hot blissful waves. He pushes his long cock as deep into your creamy pussy as possible, throbbing inside you and spilling all his thick cum into your delicious heat.

You are whining and mewling so cutely around Toge's cock, drinking his cum hungrily while you push back against Megumi, burying his cock even deeper into you as you get filled from both sides.

"Ah! Yeah, look at you, our baby taking both of your boyfriends' loads so well. So good for us. So fucking good, ah!"

Megumi keeps fucking into your tight heat, riding out the last waves of his orgasm. He is overflowing with serotonin, still high from cumming so hard and seeing Toge cum too and feeling your slick pussy milking him so sweetly. But his foggy mind still registers that you need to find release too.

His right hand is already moving towards your clit, wanting to caress you until he can feel you cum on his cock. But suddenly, Megumi remembers another fantasy of his. His hand stops, and his gaze meets Toge's.

Without taking his eyes off his boyfriend, Megumi asks:

"Princess, do you want Toge to make you cum with his cursed speech?"

He can feel your pussy clench around his dick.

"Oh fuck! Yes, please, please..."

You sound just as greedy as Megumi feels. He licks his lips in anticipation watching hungrily as Toge smiles and reaches out to cup your cheek with one hand, caressing you gently.

And then Toge does something Megumi has never experienced before.

"Megumi, hold her."

It feels strange to Megumi when his arms move without making a conscious decision to do so, but a moment later, you are wrapped tightly in Megumi's embrace, still on his cock, leaning back against his firm chest and abs, moaning needily.

Toge is in front of you, leaning closer until his mouth finds your neck and trails soft kisses over your skin. And then his lips reach your ear, and he opens his mouth slowly:

"(y/n), cum."

And you really do. You cum hard and loud and wet, surprising all three of you with the intensity of it. Your pussy clamps down tightly on Megumi's cock, and a loud, needy cry falls from your lips.

Megumi bites his bottom lip so hard that he almost draws blood. His arms tighten around you, holding you in place when your body jerks wildly and your hips buck uncontrollably as your orgasm gets forced out of you.

More loud moans are heard from you, accompanied by Megumi's and Toge's names, while you clench so sweetly around Megumi's cock that he can't help but groan softly too.

As you slowly come down, you mumble sweet love confessions and thank you's, sounding incoherent and so cute that it makes Megumi's heart throb.

He gently lowers you onto his bed, finally slipping out of you. Toge is by his side, immediately pulling him into a tender kiss before he interlaces his fingers with Megumi's and pulls him to where you are lying on the bed, spread out so prettily for your two boyfriends, body spent completely.

But your boys are there to take care of you, and as he and Toge lick you clean Megumi can't help but smile against your pussy. His heart is beating so fast, and his whole body is brimming with happiness. He really got his wishes fulfilled. He really got both of you!

A little while later, all three of you share sloppy kisses before slipping under Megumi's warm blanket to cuddle against each other.

A satisfied sigh escapes Megumi's lips as he lets his head fall back on his pillow. His hands are petting both your and Toge's hair, where the two of you are resting your heads on Megumi's chest.

He has never felt so at peace. A smile tugs at his lips. Being greedy really is one of the best decisions he ever made!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed another poly story from me, this time with a new ship! Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

I wrote this story after I got a request from @itachianddazai for some Megumi x Reader x Toge. Thank you so much for your request! I hope it is the way you imagined it!

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saphirered · 2 years

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Oh oh! maybe a vax or percy x Briarwood! reader? maybe y/n has always been kind and helped percy and cassandra escape last time and y/n is a mole for the rebellion? and you decide the rest ☺️

Okay, I got a bit carried away in the angst. It was just going to be a preface but turned into half of the story. The other part should come tomorrow but for now; enjoy! 😘

Through his time imprisoned by the Briarwoods Percy never thought of you as an angel, nor salvation, because how could a child-adopted, blood or otherwise related, to these monsters be anything but a benevolent devil at best? How could a favour granted, kindness offered or lie told be something freely given, something without any strings attached? If you belonged with them, you’d have to be without mercy, compassion and even a sliver of guilt, don’t you? No one closely affiliated with these-these remorseless creatures could be anything even remotely positive. Percy, for the longest times refused your kindness. It wasn’t until his sister was brought in, he accepted, for her sake. Or maybe his subconscious came to the realisation that this was a losing battle he wouldn’t come out of alive and he’d rather soften whatever torture he endured, be reminded that maybe there are good things left, even if they are an illusion…

Sneaking into the prison his warden’s kept him in was easy. You’d clean their wounds, heal what you could with limited resources of your own and those you smuggled with you through the shadows of the castle. Perhaps that is one benefit of living in a place surrounded by darkness and death. Stealthy were your ways. Inaudible, so much so Percy didn’t even realise you were there until you forced his attention by that damned door shutting behind you, that brief bit of light bleeding through and then silence again. Those were the few moments he knew peace. He wasn’t alone. Cassandra wasn’t alone. You watched over them. Numbed their pain when you couldn’t take it away. You hardly ever spoke to them at first, fearful you might wake sleeping dogs but you’d whisper and eventually your talking became a grace of its own Percy found himself looking forward to every time. You’d tell him simple things, casual small talk and stories from outside. Sometimes Percy even dared ask a pointed question and you’d answer having no reason to keep secrets but when he asked of the outside world, his people… Most of those times your answers would be a lie, if only to preserve him and spare him more pain, he knew. You knew he caught on but neither said anything.

Many nights, or days; it’s difficult to keep track, Percy would wonder why you didn’t help them escape. Why go through the efforts of patching them up just enough so they wouldn’t be in pain, but not so the Briarwoods or Ripley would notice your work? If you wanted to help them, why not set them free? That’s exactly why Percy assumed this must be part of their game, wether you actually were in on it or not he was unsure. You offer them kindness, the others only pain. With time they might be more inclined to reveal things to you, do as you say, convert you to their side. It’s all tricks and treachery with these people. They’re loyal to none but their own and use pawns at their disposal.

Another day of torture. Another day of pain and suffering, of screaming until his throat can’t anymore and his voice is gone. Another day of bleeding until unconsciousness, waiting for that sweet darkness that lays ahead; a salvation of its own, however temporary. But then it stops. Then the door opens and Ripley’s attention is turned away, her back straightening as those cursed nails graze Percy’s cheek with a promise of more pain. He expects the lord or lady to step into the room but it’s not. It’s you. Shoulders slumped, eyes tired, fingers curled and jaw tight as you look his torturer in the eye with complete and utter indifference, cold as ice.

“Father wants a report of your progress with the de Rolo prisoners.” You sneer though Percy has a difficult time discerning if that distaste is directed towards Ripley, ‘father’ or the de Rolo name.

“Ought to think your father would have taught you some manners, child.” Ripley sneers back. You roll your eyes as you step into the room, take up residence at one side of the worktable Ripley places one of her damned tools down. Faster than the breath Percy draws your fingers wrap around a scalpel, stabbing down into the wood just barely missing her fingers. Ripley pulls her hand away out of instinct as you pull the scalpel out and place it down neatly with the other tools.

“If you’d pay closer attention you’d know my mother taught me manners. She also taught me not to waste them on riffraff and those that do not hold any value or use to me. I’m afraid you didn’t make the list.” You speak ever eloquently, the blood of nobility instilled within you showing.

“Now, now, Anna. Best hurry. Wouldn’t want to keep the lord and lady waiting. You know what happens when they get impatient.” You add, patting her cheek, though your hand only makes contact once before she slaps it away, grasping your wrist and squeezing tightly. From what he can see circulation must have been as good as cut off but you don’t flinch, not even a little as you keep the wretched woman’s gaze, until she breaks away, eyes threatening payback for your attitude and belittling, but most of all, interrupting her ‘fun’. Without a second word she leaves, the door closing behind her and you’re left alone with Percy. You search the room, for something. He knows not what until he hears the rattling of metal against metal. Keys. They’re keys. Then weight lifts from his ankles and wrists. instinctively he rubs the tender skin of his bruised wrists once his arms are free. You’re on your knees in front of him, pushing something into his hands.

“Drink this.” He looks down at the vial in his hands hesitantly. “Please. We don’t have much time. Drink.” You practically beg and everything in his mind tells him not to but something compells him to and so he does, uncorking the vial, and swallowing the contents. A warmth spreads throughout him, the worser aches fade, wounds begin to close and bruises lessen. It doesn’t undo all he’s endured but Percy feels like he can move his limbs without collapsing. Before the realisation hits you’ve closed the buttons of his shirt and vest, tied the closures of his shoes and pull him from the chair, with a force he did not initially expect, and begin dragging him towards the door.

“Where are you taking me?” He asks, voice still hoarse and barely audible. He clears his throat but you ignore him and pull him along, hiding around corners, in alcoves and any shadows you may find to avoid the guards and spying eyes you might encounter, running deeper within the castle. The dungeons. You’re taking him deeper into the dungeons and then you stop. Quickly you fumble with the keys, trying to find the right one. Percy has a hard time processing but he realises you’re standing in front of Cassandra’s cell. It takes you longer than you would have liked but you find the key and open the door. Cassandra within jumps to her feet, first frightened, scurrying into a corner but then she sees you, and Percy over your shoulder. Cass runs to you, wrapping her arms around you, whispering thanks. You haven’t the heart to pull away and allow her this brief moment of respite. The moment she pulls away you grab her hand beginning to make your way back to the stairs but Cassandra pulls you back instead.

“No. There’s another way.” The girl says and you look between the stairs and the de Rolo’s before you let her take the lead. She holds on to your hand dear for life as the walls of stone and iron rush by. Then you hear something approaching and pull to a halt. Percy runs into you but you manage to hold yourself, Cassandra yelps at the sudden stop and you’re quick to cover her mouth and push her around the corner away from whoever might be approaching. You listen closely. The footsteps stop. You bite your tongue as the de Rolo’s breathe in sharply, fearing what might come. You look between them and the shadow threatening, flickering in the torchlight. Percy can see the inner turmoil when you reach for the knife on your belt, grasp it tightly, close your eyes and take a deep breath before you-

The drop of something and a gurgling sound fills the hallway and is followed by only silence. You look around the corner. Bleeding out on the ground you see one of the sentinels. Quietly you walk over, watch into the eyes of the dying traitor as you pull out the blade and turn back to the others with a nod. Percy notices the look on your face. While you’re not exactly unfamiliar with death, by your own hands feels different regardless of who it is. Killing is a new sensation you’d rather not have to get used to. Not like this, Percy can see it in your eyes as you falter. He grasps your shoulder, pulling you with as Cassandra takes the lead.

“We do what needs to be done.” Percy says. Maybe this isn’t an act. Maybe you’ve truly been kind, a light in the never ending darkness he and his sister have been put through by the Briarwoods, by Ripley. Maybe you’re as much of a prisoner here as they have been. Damp walls and iron chains or gilded cage, a prison remains a prison, no matter how one dresses it. And that’s exactly why Percy feels sorry for you. How long have you been stuck with them? How long have you been beaten into submission to be the prim and proper child with the cutthroat traits to be displayed upon their whims? What are they planning for you? What do you mean to them because no one in their right mind would subject a child to this life would they? You deserve a choice. You deserve to be free and know kindness and compassion as much as his sister does, as much as he might think he once upon a time did… You deserve better. Percy doesn’t know where he would be if he were in your shoes. Here you are, risking it all for Cass, for him and for what? Nothing at all. He admires you, your kindness, resourcefulness, will, and utter guts for the way you play your cards. They trained a shrewd mind, little do they know you’re turning that one against them.

Almost there. Almost at the secret passage. Almost free. Almost. But not quite yet. The barking of orders sounds through the dungeons. The marching of footsteps follow and you all pick up speed. You exchange a worried look between yourself and Percy. He knows what this means as much as you do. This is a road to safety and freedom, but chances are not everyone will make it. A guard, on patrol crosses paths and you toss Percy your knife right as the guard is about to swing down upon him. Percy ducks and stabs between the armor plates. The guard cries out falling immobile to the floor. They know where you are now. Now it’s your turn to push Percy to move on. He hands you back your knife. You can see the torchlight reflect off the walls. They’re coming.

“No matter what happens, you keep going.” You speak fingers gripping the handle of the blade, knuckles turning white. It’s all or nothing now. If they get caught they’ll be as good as dead, or worse. You’re already worse. What more can your ‘family’ really do?

“What? No. We get out of here together!” Cassandra replies as you push her forward to keep moving. Percy helps. You don’t have time for this. Every second is precious. A single second can make the difference between life and death.

“Promise me. You keep going.” You insists leaving no room for argument.

“I promise.” Cassandra nods despite her disagreement with your statement. The guards are in full pursuit now. An arrow flies and you just barely manage to stop it from hitting Percy, changing its trajectory with a carefully places strike and it bounces off the wall. You can’t stop arrows. You’re only lucky so often. But that knife is the only weapon you have. The only means of defending Percy and Cass. The only means of defending yourself.

“Do it.” Percy breathes and with that you throw the blade. It strikes true. With one arm out of commission the archer is useless and you have another hallway to cross, and turn a corner. Sadly that one guard was not the only one after because with the door in sight, a sharp pain shoots through your back and before you know it you’re stumbling.

“No!” The de Rolo’s cry, their steps faltering but you hold out your hand. as you look back. You see the archer. Smile on her face as she draws another arrow, nocks, draws and fires. You breathe in deeply speak the estranged words and thrust forth your palm. The arrow hits an invisible barrier. You’re done for. You won’t make it far. You can feel it. Percy stops, grabs your other arm and begins dragging you along, behind cover, anything to help.

“You better make this worth it.”

“You can still make it.” He tries to argue. So much for ‘whatever happens’, yet Percy did not actually make that promise.

“Not unless you have some healing in you.”

“We can try.” Cassandra hurdles down as the archer draws closer. She doesn’t want to leave anyone behind. You’ve been a friend. You’ve been a saviour. She refuses to let you turn into a martyr, just another victim.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Ripley taunts with a laugh. You’ve had it up to here with the woman. They all have. If you get to make the woman’s life miserable in this, you’ll take every bit of pleasure in it. If you’re already paying the price for it anyway…

“Make it worth it.” You clasp your hands over Percy’s as he tries to turn you and go for the arrow. “Make. It Count. These people are going to need you one day. You better raise hell.” And like a proper nobles’s son, Percy takes your hand, kisses your knuckles before you step away out of cover. Another arrow flies but you deflect it again, the closer proximity easily covered. Ripley didn’t expect you’d close the distance and run for her. You deflect her punch and instead of turning in an attack of your own you reach for the pouch on her belt, pull out the components you need and focus, let that distant force run through you.

“Run.” You mouth as the spell shoots, the distance extended and both Percy and Cassandra disappear from view. You struggle with Ripley, the woman having one of her own nasty tools at the ready, now having found justification to use them on you and enough pent up anger and frustration to take out before she gives chase after the de Rolo’s. You can only hold for so long but hopefully it’s enough to give them a fighting chance. The components are taken from you, you’re a couple of deep gashes in and feeling lightheaded. It’s one more blow, right between the ribs that does it. The light fades as does the familiar tension of an active spell, it all fades. You did what you could. You gave Percy and Cassandra a fighting chance. That’s good enough. Maybe one day you will meet again, should you ever be allowed to see the light of day again…

You can’t help but wonder, what if times where different? What if you would have met under different circumstances? Could you have been friends? Something else? Could you have lived good happy lives? Happy lives make for poor stories. Your story isn’t over and neither is that of the de Rolo’s, despite certain efforts. You’ve made up your mind. You’ll fight. You’ll play your part but you’ll fight. You’re patient. You can wait. Meanwhile you’ll light the sparks of rebellion, be that from a tower, a dungeon or wherever else you’ll end up. You. Will. Fight.

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yoongis-property · 3 years

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JUNGKOOK FICS SEPTEMBER

└➤ sorted by 。。。genre (angst, fluff, smut)

MASTERLIST

(last update: 30.09.2021)

☆ - personal favorite

e2l- enemies to lovers, s2l- strangers to lovers, f2l- friends to lovers, bf2l- best friends to lovers, cf2l- childhood friends to lovers, fwb2l- friends with benefits to lovers, ex2l- exes to lovers, i2l- idiots to lovers

FINISHED

MATURE / PWP

⇢ banana milk by @kimnjss (kinda s2l, read warnings!)

❝ sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle. ❞

⇢ Zipper by @parkmuse (f2l)

❝ “For fucks sake, take your hand out of your pants”

Your best friend thinks it’s a good idea to watch porn together, he’s dumb. ❞

⇢ A Night to Remember by @yoonieper (s2l, read warnings!)

❝ Taehyung somehow convinces Jungkook to go to one of his ‘special’ parties after years of a dry spell. Let's just say he was not prepared for the night ahead… ❞

MATURE & FLUFF

⇢ bad boy good thing by @yoonpobs (☆)

⇢ athlete jungkook by @1kook (☆)

⇢ Hands-On Learning by @ladyartemesia (college!au, f2l)

❝ You have - most inconveniently - become obsessed with your dissertation partner’s hands. In an effort to relieve some stress about it, you begin sending texts to your best friend detailing - explicitly - what you want those hands to do to you.Perhaps you should have checked the number a bit more carefully. ❞

⇢ let’s play: dirty. by @jungkxook (youtuber!jungkook, e2l, roommate!au, ☆)

❝ on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! ❞

MATURE & ANGST

⇢ hot boy bummer by @jungkxook (fwb!au, fuckboi!jk)

❝ when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for? ❞

MATURE & ANGST & FLUFF

⇢ changes in between by @taegularities (s2f2l)

❝ “Does that mean that I can kiss you now?”

Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life. ❞

FLUFF

⇢ amortentia by @jungkxook (e2l, hogwarts!au)

❝ jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him. ❞

⇢ how to get away with kidnapping by @parkdatjimin (brother's best friend!jk)

❝ you're tired of Jungkook seeing you as his best friend's little sister ❞

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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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Sorry if I’m doing them wrong (new to requesting) But can I request a CEO!Bakugo x F!reader? Just some ruthless Bakugo spewing out insults and filth towards the reader left & right- 🤭

Warning: NSFW 18+ content. Sexual intercourse, cursing, degrading, bdsm, spanking, angry/hate unprotected sex, size kink, etc.

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A/N: No worries, love! You did it fine. I hope you enjoyed and thank you so much for your request.

Part Two

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Your back slammed against the wooden doors to your boss office as he held you by your throat. His crimson eyes screamed anger and lust as he towered over your cowardly body. You still remained tall, though, expecting this to happen.

“You really wanted to test your fuckin’ luck this week, huh?” Katsuki growls as his grip becomes tighter around your throat. The whore in you overtook your lips as a devious smirk appeared across them. You love the toxicity that is between you two. You knew you would be in this position when Monday afternoon rolled around. You and him both knew.

“What did I do wrong?” You squeak out, faux innocence coaxed your words. This infuriated the blonde. You know just how to get under his skin just like he does with yours.

“Don’t try to act stupid with me, slut. You know exactly what the fuck you were doing bringing him to the cooperate event.” Katsuki huffs, anger running through his grip. He lets go before you loose total circulation. Just looking at you is too much to bare. He wanted to devour and hurt you all at once. He will be sure you feel his wrath, but he wants you to be alive to feel it.

“We’re coworkers, remember?” You recall his exact words. He furrows his eyebrows.

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean you can go ‘round being a God damn whore. You brought my fuckin’ competitor of all damn people, Y/N. I should fire your ass.”

“Then do it.” You challenge, folding your arms across your chest. You already had your shirt unbuttoned so your cleavage can be viewed. It sure did catch Katsuki’s attention in the board meeting along with other lingering men’s eyes.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Katsuki scoffs, returning to face you. He begins unbuttoning what is left of your white shirt and discarding it to the floor. Hickeys covered your breast from the event you went to. Katsuki glared at you with disgust.

“Izuku leave these here, huh?” He scornfully chuckled. “That sick son of a bitch. Marking what he thinks is his, but he is mistaken. You’re my fucking assistant. You work for me.”

Katsuki grabs you by your hair and leads you to his dark wooden desk, bending you over it. This is not the first time you have been in this position nor will it be your last. Your black pencil skirt and panties is removed, leaving you in just your bra. Hickeys traced your thighs, something Izuku purposely left behind. You were not shy once a few drinks entered your system. Izuku knows what you and Katsuki do behind closed doors and he was more than happy to help you get under the man’s skin. They are rivals, after all. Why not use the event as a benefit?

Katsuki strolled over to the other side of his desk, unlocking it with a key. This drawer is specifically for you. He keeps all his toys and gadgets in there for when he needs them. Pulling out a hard wooden paddle with, your breath hitched slightly. You figured you would get some sort of punishment like this, but Katsuki is never gentle. Your ass is going to be sore for a few days once he is through with you.

“Yeah, you know what this is, don’t you?” Katsuki teased as guilt flooded your irises.

“I’m really sorry, sir. I’ll be good, I promise.” You whined. Katsuki snickered at your pleading, dragging the smooth blonde wood across your exposed ass. You only got the paddle when you really pushed your luck with Katsuki. This is one of those times.

“I’m sure you are. Count and thank me.” Katsuki instructs, lifting the paddle away from your ass. You brace yourself as the wood lands with great speed. You yelp in response.

“One. Thank you, sir.” You mumbled. Katsuki did not allow you time to prepare for the next one because another hard slap was delivered shortly after. “Two. Thank you, sir.”

The process continued. Your ass was sobbing from the multiple hard hits. Your knees began to buckle beneath you, but Katsuki used his free hand to hold you in place. Your whimpering is met with an extra hit. You are only halfway through and Katsuki is still not through with you.

“T-Twenty. T-Thank y-you, sir.” You cough, wondering how much more you can possibly take. Regardless, you are going to take it all. You are not supposed to enjoy it. Katsuki will make sure of that.

Another slap is delivered and you count as expected. You finally gave out at forty. Your tears and heavy breathing almost had Katsuki feeling bad. He doesn’t, though, as he noticed the slick drip down your thighs. His index and middle finger find refuge in your soaked hole.

“Tsk. Someone enjoyed themselves.” Katsuki grumbles, shaking his head. He removes his fingers to bring them to your mouth. You gladly suck on them. “Such a filthy little whore.”

Katsuki begins undoing his black suit-pants, his erected cock now out for your viewing. You have your mouth open, ready for him to fuck your face. He chuckles at your horniness.

“Cock hungry slut.” Katsuki degrades, grabbing you by your hair again and placing you on your knees. You did not even give him time to put the tip to your damp lips. Your tongue swipes his length and your kiss the tip before taking in every inch. Bobbing your head up and down, Katsuki uses his grip on your hair to control the speed.

“Yeah, like all my cock in your filthy fucking mouth?” Katsuki questions as he thrust his hips into your saliva filled mouth. You choke on his length as it slides in-and-out of your mouth. “Ha, is the whore struggling to take all of my cock? A dumb bitch like you should be able to take it all.”

You ignore his insults as you continue pleasing his erection. You hollow your cheeks and put more work into your tongue. Every vein in his girth is getting extra attention along with the head. You know how to please him like no other woman. Katsuki grumbling curse words under his breath and throwing his head back in pleasure is encouraging you to keep going.

Katsuki’s dick twitches and pre-cum leaks from the tip. You swallow every drop as is floods from him. That was your intent, but Katsuki has other ideas in mind. A string of saliva connected your lips and Katsuki’s cock.

“Whores don’t get to enjoy my cum,” he lets go of your hair and taps your cheek so you get up, “bend over my desk.”

You do as your told, bending over his desk. Katsuki arched your back more by pushing down on your spine. Aligning you with his cock, he enters deep into your tight walls. You are up every inch. Katsuki’s nails dig deep into your outer thighs as he thrust into you. His hips slap against your bruised skin. You cry out in pleasure and pain.

“Mmm Katsuki.” You sob as your knuckles turn pale from holding onto the desk for support. Katsuki pushed your head down into the stack of reports.

“Quit your bitchin’. You’re going to take all my fuckin’ cock and like it. Bet Izuku couldn’t even reach your fuckin’ cervix.”

You babbled nothings into the freshly printed papers below you. Drool sneered Katsuki’s ink signatures as he continues his rough rhythm. He was also sure to deliver slaps on your sore ass when he wanted to hear you cry for him. His ego needed the boost.

“Better not ruin my fuckin’ reports.” Katsuki hissed as he continued pounding you from the back. You attempted to apologize, but your lost of reality made it difficult too. “Look at you, I’m fuckin’ you so good you can’t even say a coherent sentence. Dumb bitch.” Katsuki snickered.

Your pussy stretched from his large girth, still never use to how big and long he is. You loved it. No one can make you feel as good as Katsuki can. He knows just how you like it. He knows how to get you soaked by a single glance. He knows just how to please you.

Katsuki could not contain himself anymore as cum released from his cock. Your tight pussy swallowed every single drop. Katsuki is not removing himself until you are filled with his sperm.

Once you are stuffed, he taps your outer thigh with heavy breathing. “Get dressed.” Katsuki commands, fixing himself also. You gather your act there’s clothes and straighten yourself out. Your makeup is sneered and your hair a mess. Everyone in Bakugo Industries has already speculated what goes on between you two. There is no need to hide it, but something you can’t seem to understand is that Katsuki came in you. He never comes in you. He does not want kids. At least, that is what he always said. There are no strings attached.

Just a couple of coworkers, right?

©bakugosbratx

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years

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Hi! Coul you do a Hunter x Jedi FemReader fluff. Myybe They are reunited after a long time and they hang out in secret.

Hey! It took a few days, but here’s where this prompt took me:

Hunter + Jedi F!Reader + Fluff

“Steady!”

“Watch the far side - it’s tipping!”

“We need another few troopers over here to help balance it!”

“It’s too heavy!”

“Stop, men,” you ordered, your calm voice cutting through the clamor with ease. “Let me get it.”

Lifting the heavy crate with the Force was simple, one of the first things you had learned to do in the Temple. From there, transporting it to the correct section of the hangar wasn’t any more difficult, and you accomplished the task with ease.

“Still showing off, General?” a rough voice asked from just behind your ear.

You turned around, already smiling at the familiar face. “Sergeant Hunter,” you greeted. “I had no idea you were on-planet.”

He shrugged, the movement flowing with grace that would have made even a Jedi jealous. “We picked up a new member for the Batch. We needed to have him cleared on Coruscant before we could risk taking him into action.”

“And?” you asked, already thinking about how you could help. Force-healing wasn’t your strong suit, but you could pull a few strings to get the right padawan to the GAR headquarters. If Hunter needed something, you would do everything in your power to get it for him. He had saved your life often enough to deserve that dedication from you.

“And he’ll be fine,” Hunter reassured you. Gesturing to the flurry of men working to unload your gunships - each one painted with a flattering caricature of your profile with a lightsaber held out in front of you - he asked, “How did the mission go?”

You shrugged. “It went as well as can be expected, I suppose.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means- Well, it…” you sighed. “This war never seems to have a true victory. There are always losses, and those sacrifices don’t always make sense given what little is accomplished in return.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow. “That’s what we’re made for. Sacrificing.”

You hated hearing that, no matter how often it had been repeated by the Kaminoans, the GAR, and the Jedi Council. These men weren’t a product and their lives weren’t something they should expect to lose simply because they had been created rather than born. They had names and personalities, painted their armor with patterns in your favorite color, and some troopers even asked for permission to use your handprint in their designs. Hunter’s casual defense of what you saw as the fatal flaw of the Jedi Order made your stomach lurch and your spirits drop.

“So they keep telling me,” you agreed, mustering a smile for Hunter. “It was a pleasure seeing you, Sergeant. It has been far too long.”

"Wait," Hunter called and you paused in turning away. "What did I say?"

His earnest question only served to make you feel worse. "Nothing, Hunter. The problem seems to be with me. I just need some time away from the war, the loss."

Hunter's eyes cut a neat contrast against the darkness of his tattoo. "I can't help much, but how about some time spent with an old friend?"

"I have to go make my report to the Council," you hedged.

"After that, then," Hunter suggested. "I'm not gonna twist your arm about it, but you're the one who said it's been too long since we saw each other."

You gave a small smile at that. "That's true. Meet me at Dex's Diner tonight?"

"Comm me when you're leaving the Temple," Hunter instructed, giving a respectful nod as the two of you parted.

As soon as you had finished with your report and washed the grime of a long mission from your skin, you contacted Hunter and started your journey to Dex’s Diner. The small restaurant had been a Coruscant staple for years, but it had recently seen a huge surge in business. Not only did Dex make fantastic food, but he served meals to anyone who wanted to buy them. The Besalisk had a firm open-door policy, especially where clone troopers were concerned. Off-duty clone troopers were a common sight in the diner, laughing and mingling with Coruscanti civilians.

Hunter was already inside, having secured a booth tucked away in the corner. While clone troopers were far from rare at Dex’s Diner, Jedi were seen less often, especially since the war had begun.

Still, you slid into the booth across from Hunter and gave your usual order to the serving droid. Surreptitiously, you input your credit information as well, paying for the entire meal before it had the chance to deliver a total.

“What is that smile?” Hunter asked, offering one of his own.

“Nothing,” you said, waving off his question. “So, what have you and Clone Force 99 been up to since I saw you last?”

Hunter blew out a breath. “It’s been - what? A year since we saw you?”

“Yes, nearly that,” you agreed, trying to keep the edge of sadness from your voice. Early in the war, you had been on a series of missions with the Bad Batch and had planned to keep working with them, but a member of the Jedi Council had sensed your attachment when you returned planetside. You had been reassigned and ordered to cut ties with the enhanced troopers before the attachment grew stronger.

You had reluctantly done as you were told, but saying goodbye to Clone Force 99 had been difficult. In retrospect, that was likely a good sign that you were indeed getting attached to these troopers. However, that hadn’t stopped you from meeting Hunter today, the first time you had ran into him since following that order. It was with a surge of guilt that you realized you had taken care not to let any other occupants of the Temple see you leave. You hadn’t wanted them to ask where you were going…

“Hey,” Hunter said sharply, drawing your attention back to him. “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere in particular,” you excused yourself. “I’m sorry, I missed what you said.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Hunter told you. “I just sat here and watched you get lost in your own head. Stay out of there. After all, I don’t get to see you every day.”

“Fair enough,” you conceded. “How have things been going for you out there?”

Hunter shrugged. “Pretty well. We haven’t found another Jedi who works with us as well as you did, but the few we’ve been assigned to have been competent.”

From Hunter, that was high praise indeed. “And who have you been assigned to?”

“Well…” he mused, “We did a few missions with General Unduli and you know we usually work with Commander Cody and General Kenobi. We did just finish a mission with General Skywalker, though.”

“And how did that go?” you asked, smiling at the thought of the GAR’s most unorthodox squad working with the Jedi Order’s most unorthodox Knight.

Hunter rolled his eyes dramatically and launched into the story of rescuing one of Skywalker’s troopers who had been captured by the Separatists. It was horrifying to think of one of the Republic’s soldiers in enemy captivity for so long, but Hunter nearly had your sides splitting when he talked about Captain Rex brawling with Crosshair, Tech leaping onto the back of some winged creature, and Wrecker demolishing an entire Separatist fleet.

“I bet Wrecker was thrilled!” you said to the last point, still laughing.

“He was, of course,” Hunter agreed, sending a soft smile your way. “He’ll forever be looking for ways to top that mission, so I guess I have Skywalker to thank for that.”

“Oh, I needed this,” you sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

“Want to talk about it?” Hunter asked. “I get the feeling you haven’t been happy about much lately.”

“Oh-” you stammered, his insight stunning you for a moment. “I don’t know if there’s any particular reason…”

“If you had to think of one, then,” Hunter suggested.

You blew out a thoughtful breath, trying to gather a year’s worth of abstract thoughts and quickly stifled smiles into a cohesive summary. “It’s… hm. It doesn’t feel… right, to laugh and joke when soldiers like you and your brothers are working so hard and so seriously to win battles. It seems- seems almost like ignoring their sacrifices. People are dying every moment, and being happy feels… frivolous, somehow?”

“You aren’t sacrificing people, if it makes you feel any better,” Hunter told you consolingly. “Just clones.”

You had stood from the table before you knew what had happened. Hunter stared up at you in surprise, a rare expression from a man whose senses allowed him to predict behaviors so well.

“I don’t think this meeting was a good idea,” you told him bluntly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait-” Hunter started, trying to rise from the table, but he was interrupted by the arrival of the serving droid. The droid, oblivious to things such as tense silences, began busily unloading its tray of food onto the table, its position trapping Hunter in his seat.

You watched in silence as the table was set to the precise specifications that the droid had been programmed to deliver. Hunter, avoiding your gaze, fiddled with his silverware, ruining the droid's perfect symmetry with only a touch.

When the droid had finished and rolled away, Hunter looked up at you, confusion and guilt mingling on his face. He gestured to your plate. "Please?"

You eased back into the seat after a moment of thought. Hunter couldn't know why you were upset if you didn't give him the benefit of an explanation.

To give yourself a moment of thought, you unfolded your napkin and spread it across your lap. When you were done, you made direct and unblinking eye contact with Hunter. "It hurts me when you talk about the troopers like their lives have less meaning. Like they deserve nothing more than death to achieve a goal."

"That's what we were told all our lives," Hunter countered carefully. "At least the regs were told they could die in sacrifice for the Republic. We were told that we deserved to die because we were different."

The disgust and self-loathing in Hunter's last word made you reach out and cover his hand with yours. You made no effort to influence him - you respected him far too much for that - but you tried to convey your sympathy with a touch.

"And now you know that isn't true in the slightest," you reminded him. "I can't change a moment of your past, but we can all impact our shared present to create the future we deserve."

Hunter's warm fingers flexed under yours as he flipped his hand over to weave your fingers together.

"That's why you're the Jedi we keep asking to be assigned to," he said with a fond smile. "You don't see us for what we can do for you, for the Republic. You just see us."

You raised your eyebrows at that, your heart feeling lighter than it had since the early days of the war. "As if the Bad Batch could be tied to a single Jedi…"

"For you?" Hunter pretended to think about it. "I think we could give it a try."

With a shared smile, the two of you turned your attention to the food you had ordered. Neither of you commented on your hands, still intertwined on the table between you.

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A/N - I originally had a different ending in mind, but I liked this one too much to change it. I’ll leave it up to you to decide what happens when Hunter realizes that you’ve already paid for your food!

Thanks for the request, @dreamingofclones! I hope you enjoyed!

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ares-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Izzy said: Fairy! Im so excited for your dark content!! Since i saw it on your other blog, may i request for yandere bertholdt 👀 i feel the would make the most unsuspecting but worst (or best?) Yandere next to armin because he's so gentle and unassuming and shy, no one would ever think he has other intentions

Yandere Bertolt pt.I

{ Bertolt x reader | tw:yandere, tw:toxic-behaviour, tw:near-death experince, tw:murder mystery? Eh kinda, tw:manipulation tw:Emotional-rollercoster | Dark romance, fluff, slowburn, lowkey funny ngl | Canonverse }

{ "Roses" 1878 by George Cochran Lambdin 1830–1896 }

Securing the last belt around your thighs before attaching it to the one near your knees, you made sure to tighten it as much as you can before sliding it in the metal head.

Having the equipment room all to yourself, you took your time in double-checking everything was in place. Making sure your gas tanks were filled, carrying spare steel blades and tightening your boot strings.

The manoeuvring gear's parts made a clinking sound against each other with every step you took. Making your way to the nearby woods acting as the training ground, the sun shining made you shield your eyes with your hands, taking some seconds to adjust to the brightness.

The road was clear, with almost no birds or squirrels in sight.

It was one of those days when the wind seemed so fast as it swept by you, so much in fact that you could visibly see the few clouds swimming by as if they're racing each other. A perfect day to spend near a lake maybe, or in a field of flowers, but you had to spend it training in the woods with the other soldiers till your fingers ached from pressing against the handgrips.

You wanted to get it over with, feeling nauseous. Probably because you managed to oversleep and miss breakfast.

It started as normally as any other training session went, pushing through till your autopilot took over. While fun at first, there's so much manoeuvring between tree branches to slash at 2d wooden cutout of titans you could do before it started getting repetitive.

And so you let your body take over and move on its own, taking you further and further towards the edge of the forest till you couldn't hear the sound of anyone else's manoeuvring gear except your own.

The high wind rustling the trees making the leaves fall distorted your visions as they fell on you, and the flashing sunlight that swept through the small openings between the leaves only made things worse.

Blinding you for split seconds, too bright in fact, that you had to close your eyes shut as it burned after the light fell directly against it.

It's only after a couple of seconds late, that the sound of something snapping registered in your brain.

You were slowly turning in the air, strong wind resistance coming from below as gravity pulled you down.

Things were moving too quickly to process, dread shot through your entire body in shivers, you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your throat as you came closer and closer to the ground.

No matter how many times your clammy hands attempted to work the pistol-shot, no hooks attached to the nearby trees despite the gears working as you heard its zipping noise.

The realisation of the situation you're in finally settled, you couldn't do a single thing, but watch the trees grow larger and larger by the second as you fell to your doom.

You've survived many expeditions and missions, you've escaped Titans teeth that were mere inches from biting your head off, and this is what will put you seven feet below? A mere fall?

...no, it wasn't just a fall, it was arrogance for taking it for granted. After all, overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer, sneaking on the second you let your guard down.

But was it?

A flash of today's morning comes before your eyes, your brain recalling the unusual spot your manoeuvring gear was placed, you were too sleepy to notice it at the time but now it's the only thing on your mind, did someone-

Before you could hit the ground, the familiar sound of pressured gas fizzling out followed by the clinking of metal swishing by.

One second you were almost slamming into the hard ground, the next you were caught by someone mid-flight.

Bertolt tightly pressed you against his chest with one arm, securing you in place while his other used his gear to reach the nearest tree branch.

Your hands wrapped around him, securing yourself even more. He didn't flinch when your nails accidentally scratched his neck from how hard you were holding him.

Despite how close you were to his chest, your own hammering heartbeat was the only sound you could hear for it was stuck in your throat as the adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You hesitantly let go the second your feet touched the ground, although still shaking you managed to find your balance again, yet, Bertolt's hand didn't leave your back.

You looked below at the wires dangling from your gear, their end visibly thinner than the rest of it. It still didn't register how a wire made out of iron could snap so easily…

Your thoughts were interrupted by the hand reluctantly turning your face back up, Bertolt's nervous eyes meeting yours.

"Don't look down too much, you'll get dizzy" he said, concern clear in his voice before stepping closer to you, his large body tucking you between him and the tree behind, as if you might slip away "are you okay? Did you get injured?"

A bit taken back by his dotting, you shook your head before thanking him for not letting you fall.

"Don't mention it please...it's nothing, really." That seemed to make the corner of his lips rise a bite, slight flushing to his ears. "Maybe you should get some rest, you didn't seem well back there."

Was he watching?

The thought disappeared from your mind as quickly as it came, the guy saved you from a head injury after all, the least you could do is give him the benefit of the doubt.

Not to mention, it was Bertolt. Has it been any other guy, Reiner or Jean for example, then your attitude towards this whole thing would've been completely different. Putting as much space as you can between the two of you after brushing off their hands.

Has it been any other guy...but it wasn't now, was it?

No. It was Bertolt, soft-spoken and easily flustered Bertolt, who got nervous in most situations and didn't reply to teasing.

Bertolt, who didn't say a thing when Eren stole his seat next to Reiner, instead settled to sit next elsewhere.

Bertolt, who always remained humble and downplayed his skills despite ranking in the top five and becoming a really valuable soldier.

Bertolt, who you've only ever said hi to before once before he seemed to panic and just awkwardly wave back instead.

Maybe that's why you didn't mind him being so close, he wasn't a threat and most everyone knew that. If you asked people to rank the top three men they'd feel safe in a room with, Bertolt would almost make it to everyone's top two.

And so when he offered to walk you back to your room, it didn't raise any red flags despite it meaning you'd be alone with him in the dorms while everyone was training.

The short walk went fairly nice actually, he kept a respectful space between you while making sure to walk at a slower pace so his height wouldn't force you to jog.

From the sweat collecting at his forehead and his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt he seemed to struggle to find a good conversation starter.

You could read him like an open book, it was quite endearing the way he commented over how nice the weather is, four times in a row while stumbling over his words. But you weren't that cruel and so you decided to grant him mercy, starting a topic yourself.

Talking about your interest, hobbies and things you'd do whenever those rare moments of peace and normalcy would arrive.

He shared his too, apparently, he's into journaling, finding it much easier to write his thoughts on paper than out loud.

One conversation pulled another, as he seemed to grow more comfortable the more you talked.

Although, he wouldn't meet your eyes for more than 5 seconds before turning his gaze away, yet you could feel them staring at you the second you turn your head.

Somewhere between your conversation, the subject switched to talking about life. Bertolt asked you if this is the kind of life you've wanted, words unusually firm that it made you pause.

The question was out of place, a huge switch from your previous fun topics.

Nonetheless, you answered, "I don't think anyone would willingly choose this life. It's more of...doing the most out of the cards you've been dealt, this just happened to be mine."

The sound of his footsteps stopped, you looked at his face, he didn't look away.

"Would you rather have a more normal life?"

The way he stood, his back to the sun with you in his shadow, an unreadable expression on his face, really brought out his height and large build that you've almost forgotten.

you unconsciously took a step back, he took a step forward.

"If by normal you mean a non-starving one where I'm not at the risk of being eaten daily, then yeah." You answered, time felt like it slowed down. The seconds stretched for too long as you watched his reaction.

He...smiled, a sincere smile, the kind that makes your eyes shine. Soft expression seemingly relieved as he continued walking, a slight bounce to his steps.

"I'd love that too, to have a normal life one day."

And then he proceeded to tell you about his dream, the normal life of peacefulness he seeks. Sharing as many details as time would allow, from the kind of person he wants to grow up to be, to the colour he wants to paint the house backyard's fence.

It was lavender.

When he mentioned wanting a dog, you couldn't decide what was funnier, the mental image of Bertolt with an equally almost as big kind of dog, or a small tiny breed that would fit in his hands. Taking him for walks and playing catch as the dog tackles him to the ground.

Some chuckles escaped your lips, and while Bertolt didn't know what you were smiling about, nonetheless he joined too.

Your time together was cut short when the dorms came into view. Feeling both relief for finally being able to rest and disappointment for having to end your conversation so soon, especially since you think this is the first actual talk you had with him besides saying hi before.

Bertolt, looking out for you, made sure to hold the door to your room open for you. Some part of your brain wondered how exactly he managed to guess which room was yours, the other simply couldn't wait to get into bed.

You sat on the bed, Bertolt invited himself in and closed the door behind him.

He took his time looking around your shared room with his eyes, staring at the titles of the books splayed on the table, taking in the smell of scented incense your roommate bought every month, the doodles, drawings and notes hanging by mere tape against the wall.

Finally, eyes landing on the top bunk bed, currently empty with your roommate having left too early in the morning for the preparations of their next expedition.

Well...after all you were too used to waking up by the sound of them opening and closing all the drawers in search of their glasses that they manage to lose each day, yet yesterday they made sure to sleep next to it.

Huh, maybe that's why you overslept.

Yet, Bertolt's eyes didn't move as he stared seconds too long, shoulders growing stiff and palms tightening against his side.

"They left for an expedition, a titan capturing one... I think." You explained, "it's supposed to last three days, but since it's led by Captain Hange...I wouldn't be too surprised if they still haven't left yet."

"Must be nice, having the room for yourself."

You agreed before adding "well, it still gets too lonely sometimes."

Bertolt looked like he wanted to say something, lips parting for a second before he pressed them close into a thin line.

An awkward silence filled the room, as you looked at Bertolt who seemed to revert back to his old nervousness.

"I think I should go, Reiner must be looking for me."

You thanked him again for his help, he avoided your eyes before mumbling a reply, saying it's really nothing.

Did you do something wrong? You couldn't help but think that, after all things were going so well just now. Why would he get on edge again?

As a final attempt to redeem yourself from whatever unknown act you must've committed for Bertolt to act this uncomfortable, you called out to him one last time.

"Hey, Bertolt. I know we technically just met but, just know you can drop by anytime okay? You seem like a nice person and we can be friends."

Oh god did you really say, we can be friends, what is this kindergarten again? Welp you fucked up, looks like it's another failure to add to the calendar, man and you've been keeping such a clean track of days without accidents.

You know what? No, forget it, you tried your best and you had good intentions so why should you ever feel guilty for-

"You really mean that?" Bertolt, whom

You've become aware was still in the room, said.

Not sure how to reply to this, you just gave a nod instead.

"I'd love that." He spoke with a soft tone. And despite his growing desire to move closer to you, he opened the door instead, sparing you one last sweet smile before he left.

And for a good minute there, his smiling face was all that occupied your mind, a fluttering feeling that came and went too quickly for you to acknowledge.

True to your predictions, the mission was apparently delayed till midnight for...undisclosed reasons. Although gossip spread faster than wildfire, and by dinner time everyone was talking about the argument Captain Hange and Captain Levi got into, the story got modified and exaggerated each time it was passed around.

"Listen, I was there and I saw it! Well...not with my own eyes but it doesn't matter." Your roommate said, too eager to spill you everything that they almost forgot to eat their food. "It was big, like Captain Miche having to restrain Levi kind of big!"

You gave them a silent look, raising an eyebrow.

"...okay jeez it didn't get this far but it felt like it did, like it almost happened." They poked their food with the fork, before deciding to try some.

Their pouting face almost made you want to tease them even more, just to see what corner you can back them into before they confess to making up half the story they've been telling you.

But a wrenching gut feeling suddenly shot through your body, coming almost out of nowhere, the kind you'd usually feel whenever a titan was targeting you.

Confusion was naturally your first response, there couldn't be any titans nearby. You swallowed down, no don't be silly, it doesn't even make sense.

Maybe...maybe it was one of those cases you studied in class? About people getting PTSD flashbacks at random times, or from small triggers?

The air seemed too cold and too hot at the same time, you forced your eyes to move around the room in an attempt to remind yourself everything is fine, that you're here.

Seeing your friends, fellow soldiers and veterans just sitting around, enjoying their food while joking with their friends, helped ground you to reality again.

Yeah...see? Nothing's wrong, everyone's having a good time so-

Your gaze met Bertolt's, dark eyes staring back but not at you. No, instead they were focused on your roommate. The knot in your stomach twisted.

Beside him, Reiner was murmuring something under his breath as he leaned closer to Bertolt, his stare following the other's gaze.

Reiner seemed unusual, drops of sweat collecting at his forehead while Bertolt was the opposite, the calmest you've ever seen him actually.

Reiner gave Bertolt one final look, lips moving too fast for you to attempt to even read. Bertolt nodded.

And then it was like nothing happened, both of them going back to their usual selves. Reiner's attention was stolen by Eren asking about his food, while Bertolt looked at Jean who sat next to him without asking before commenting on Eren.

"Hey, are you okay? You look…" your roommate said, concern in their voice before their hand found your forehead. "I heard what happened this morning, with the manoeuvring gear, I didn't want to bring it up but…"

You didn't have to be told twice, and so you reassured them it's okay, you'll get some rest, not like you'd complain about having an excuse to get a day off.

That seemed to make them satisfied, well...that and making you swear on the scouts' honour to take care of yourself while they're away.

After dinner, as you were headed to your room while your roommate had to get to the stable before heading out with their group, you passed by Reiner.

It wouldn't have been unusual, wasn't it for the fact he was fully in his uniform with gear ready that you had to do a double-take.

You swore you just saw him in casual clothes at dinner...was he also going on that mission? Huh, weird you can't remember seeing his name on the list.

The week passed by slower than you would've liked, with both of the survey corps Captains gone, most of the soldiers...really had nothing to do but waste time.

It was almost funny, wasn't it for the fact you were bored out of your mind.

Captain Miche rarely gave orders, the only time you'd see him is during training season when everyone had to do a round with him. While commander Erwin didn't really entrust soldiers who weren't close to him with his paperwork or even chores.

At least Sasha and Connie were making the most of it, whatever they were doing seemed fun…

Bertolt never took you up on your offer either, despite him seemingly having a positive reaction to wanting to be friends he didn't show up at all.

Yet you'd still see him hovering by, either being assigned the same chore together or simply happening to be in the same room at the same time. And despite how much you've thought about going up to him to start a conversation, you knew how to read between the lines. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable that's all.

He'll come when he's ready, is what you told yourself.

And well, you were right, eventually, he did.

Not only did he initiate talking, he even attempted to ask if you'd like to accompany him to the nearby town maybe.

With the way his hands were clasped behind his back and slight flushing to his cheeks as he summoned all his courage to ask you that, how could you say no?

It was almost like seeing an entirely different person.

Bertolt, in his casual clothes, as he strolled by you through the food stands, seemed a much more...healthier version of himself?

He looked at peace, the smile never leaving his lips. He even made jokes and shared his opinions without being asked.

Whenever you went to check something that stole your attention, he would quickly follow by to erase any form of distance. Whenever your eyes fell on a piece of accessories for too long, he'd suggest you try it on, putting it on you himself.

And yet, whenever his hand would brush yours by accident while walking, he'd almost stumble into the ground and quickly pull it back. Or the time you attempted to adjust the collar of his shirt and you swore his knees almost gave out when you stepped closer, reaching his neck.

Both of you tried different kinds of food, he even offered you his own if you seemed to enjoy a certain food. Saying he'd rather you have it.

Both of you being broke soldiers ment there are only so many things you can do in the town before quickly burning through your savings.

It wasn't long before he suggested going back, you agreed to take the long walk back to enjoy nature a bit more.

You've wondered how come Bertolt only seems the most comfortable when talking to you on walks, but the story he was telling you was too interesting for you to think about it now.

You listened to him talk, it felt like you could listen to him for hours on end before getting bored. For someone who rarely spoke, he surely did have a way with words when he actually did.

It was nice, comfortable and gave you a false sense of normalcy as if the world was okay for a short while.

One final thought you had just before the both of you parted to go to your separate rooms, was that if Bertolt was going to write about this day in his journal.

For each day of the remaining week, you and Bertolt managed to hang out more and more.

You went to the lake, a frog landed on him that you had to remove because he was too nervous he might crush it.

He took you to a nearby spot in the town, it seemed normal at first but he just told you to wait. Apparently, each after some dogs would frequent this spot and Bertolt has already made friends with most of them.

And on the last day, both of you actually just spent it...in his room. He had a really comfortable bed and feather pillows that you almost didn't want to leave. And despite sharing a bed he still would keep space between you, no matter the uncomfortable positions he had to sit in.

By the end of the week, the expedition group arrived during sundown.

Their heads lifted high, pride clearly across their faces as they rode their horses. Captain Hange especially seemed much more excited than usual, barely managing to stay still on their horse.

The mission was a success apparently, they've managed to capture two titans with zero mortality rate and minor injuries.

...well almost a zero rate.

You were called into Erwin's office in the middle of the night, when Moblit knocked on your door asking you to quietly follow him.

The night air was cold against your thin clothes, silence filling the usually busy hallways, now errly empty.

Knocking before he told you to enter, he seemed busy with some paperwork, instead offering you a seat and asking to wait shortly.

The curtains behind him were closed shut, the candle sitting on his desk seemed on the verge of burning out, melted wax collecting on the plate under it.

It wasn't till after some seconds that you realised you weren't alone in the room, Captain Levi was leaning against the wall on the other side, arms crossed.

The scratching of the pen against the papers would occasionally get replaced with the sound of dipping the metal head inside the liquid ink container, carefully wiping it against the opening to remove any overflowing liquid.

Your fingers fiddled with the red cushion on the armchair, leg slightly bouncing before you force it to stop each time.

Waiting...and waiting.

The back of your throat felt scratchy, only becoming aware of how dry your mouth was then. Attempting to swallow down as a form of relief didn't help much.

"Here, drink it." A glass of water was offered to you by Levi, handing it to you before going back against the wall.

Saying a small thank you before finishing the glass, you felt slightly better afterwards. Although the growing tension in the air didn't help ease your mind.

"Cadet." Erwin clasped his hands, "I apologise for calling you here this late, although considering the circumstances I'm sure you'd understand."

Opening one of the desk drawers, Erwin pulled out something wrapped in a napkin, the white cotton having a growing reddish stain in its middle.

"I offer my condolences."

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