#it is in fact one of our current best options

[plutotheplum]

chapter one | the proposal

multi x fem!reader

chapter summary: the spring season seems to have brought on an unrelenting case of baby fever. being single is a problem though... so who better to ask than your five, handsome friends?

cw: modern au, fluff, kissing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex

wc: 1.7k

a/n: first chapter is here! something short and sweet before we get into the smut teehee ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

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“I want a baby.”

Usually you’d be sitting across from your head-over-heels, doting, caring husband that would be willing to do anything for you whilst having this conversation. It’s an important decision after all, having a baby and taking care of it, having the finances to dote on your child. It’d be nice… except for the fact you don’t have a husband, or a boyfriend for that matter.

Instead, you’re sitting across from five men, currently lumped together uncomfortably on your couch, staring at you with slight bewilderment in their eyes. It was your best shot, inviting them over. 

Besides, you’d decided that it was the spring season that had caught you in its snare. Going out to a cafe, taking a stroll in the park, perusing a bookstore; babies were everywhere. It hadn’t bothered you so much until you’d set your eyes on one of the cutest, chubbiest babies you’d ever seen, its little hand curling around your finger when you’d been waiting in line to buy your book. 

Yeah… you’d gotten baby fever.

“A baby?” Rafayel asks, his brows raising, “are- are you even ready for a baby?”

“I’ve thought about it,” you reply, fingers fidgeting nervously in your lap, your eyes drifting across each of them, “a lot. I even made a short presentation if any of you would like to-”

Zayne shakes his head subtly and you sink back down into the chair, having gotten up half-way.

“I am ready,” you breathe out finally, “I’m not getting any younger and I just think it’d be nice, y’know? I wouldn’t feel so lonely anymore.”

“Why’d you invite all of us over at once?” Caleb asks, his hands folding behind his head, drawing a sound of annoyance from Xavier who he elbows in the process.

“I didn’t want to have the conversation five times,” you sigh, “besides, I figured none of you would actually agree to this. I mean, it’s sort of crazy. Do I sound crazy?”

“Maybe a little frantic,” Sylus muses, propping his elbow up on the armrest of your couch, his head tilting lazily to watch you.

“There are other options,” Zayne offers, “other than what you’re proposing. I could help you look, if you wanted. I know someone I went to medical school with, maybe they could help?”

You flush lightly, shaking your head. “I um- I want to do it naturally,” you squeak out, cheeks growing hotter when you spy the grin on Caleb’s face. “Less- less complications that way, which is why I decided to ask all of you.”

“Well,” Caleb yawns, stretching his arms above his head, managing to knock one against Xavier’s head again, “I’m in.”

“What?” you sputter, staring at him with wide eyes. “You- you can’t just agree! I had a whole thing planned and we still need to go over agreements about how this is going to work.”

“I’m not just going to disappear once you have the baby,” Caleb sighs, staring at you, his gaze never wavering. “If we do this, we’re doing it together.”

“Oh,” you say, sitting back in your chair, “well if that’s what you’d like, but I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”

“Obligated?” Sylus interrupts, raising his brows, “Sweetie, if you decide to have one of our kids, we aren’t going to abandon you to handle everything on your own. It’s as much of our decision as it is yours.” He pauses for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. “With that being said, I also accept your proposal.”

“You do?” you ask, your head tilting. “Wouldn't the two of you be overkill? I really think one of you agreeing is enough-”

“It wouldn’t be fair,” Xavier pitches in finally, having had enough of being squished on the couch as he stands up, sending a brief glare towards Caleb. “It wouldn’t be fair,” he repeats, shifting on his feet, “if only the two of them got to have you. Besides, you said it was up to us to decide.”

Was he jealous? Maybe you’d dug yourself in a little too deep. You’d had fleeting moments with each of them, shared lazy kisses every now and then, had a few of their heads buried between your thighs on some nights, but nothing serious… especially not this serious.

“So all three of you,” you look pointedly at Caleb, Sylus and Xavier, “want to help?”

“Yes,” is the unanimous reply.

“I can’t have sex with all three of you!” you protest, looking at each of them, “I mean, I could but that’s besides the point!”

“You’ll have to alternate between us,” Zayne supplies, adjusting his glasses, his lithe fingers pushing them up to sit more securely on the bridge of his nose. The action distracts you for a moment, your mind conjuring up the memory of those very fingers sinking inside of your pussy only a few weeks ago when he’d been pent up and you’d been eager to help.

“Right,” you reply as though the situation made complete sense and nothing about this entire thing was crazy. “Alternate- wait,” you pause, your eyes flicking over to meet Zayne’s. “Us?” you echo, “what do you mean ‘us’?”

“Us,” Zayne says simply.

“Us- us as in you included?” you ask, voice pitching upwards with how incredulity takes hold of you, part of you hoping that your faith in the english language was now failing you.

“Yes,” he replies, his head tilting to take in your expression. “I am the most… qualified for this position.”

“This isn’t a job interview!” you snap, glaring at him, before pointing at the others accusingly, “and you are all way too eager to agree!”

“We’re helping you out,” Caleb counters, turning his attention to Zayne, “and what do you mean by qualified? You just have to cum inside of her.”

You wince at his crude words.

“I often see children during my rounds in the wards,” Zayne says coolly, “I don’t see you handling any children while you fly your plane around.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Caleb mutters, sending Zayne a glare.

“Okay,” you pitch in, hoping to ease some of the tension. “Rafayel?” you say, eyes focusing on the purple-haired man who’s been watching the situation unfold with amusement, “I’m glad you haven’t said anything, because four is more than eno-”

“Who said I didn’t agree?” he asks, raising his brows, “I’d be the odd one out, wouldn’t I? As Xavier said, that’d hardly be fair.”

“So what you’re all telling me, is that you’re all ready for a baby?” you ask bluntly, tilting your head skeptically. “Because I feel like none of you have thought this through.”

“We’re just giving you the best chance of having a baby,” Xavier says, meeting your skepticism with his own bluntness.

“Fine,” you breathe out, your eyes flitting across each of the handsome men. You’d be lying if you weren’t somewhat excited about the idea. “You’re all accepted.”

“Great,” Sylus says, standing up.

Your eyes widen when he approaches you, his arm tugging you to your feet, before wrapping around your waist.

“What are you-”

Your voice is muffled when he slots his lips over yours. You make a noise of protest until he presses closer, your eyes fluttering shut at the soothing stroke of his thumb against your cheek. A soft whine escapes you, arms sliding up to wrap around his neck, your lips working against his eagerly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Caleb snaps.

You squeak when you’re pulled away from Sylus, arms reaching out to grab for him, only for Caleb to swat your hands away, sending you an equally harsh glare.

“I thought we were getting started,” Sylus drawls, his eyes flashing with a hint of disdain. “I’m not one to sit around and watch.”

Caleb snaps out a retort and your shoulders sag as you watch the two men begin to argue.

“Are you sure you wanna have a baby with one of them?” Rafayel asks, his voice hushed as he sidles up to you. “They seem awfully… ill-tempered.”

You blink up at him, face falling. “Do you think that’ll affect the baby?”

Rafayel nods, putting on a grave disposition until you see Zayne roll his eyes.

“We’ll alternate,” Zayne says, rubbing his temples, “like I said. It’s the fairest way and none of your egos will get hurt in the process. We can draw numbers to figure out the order.”

You end up scrawling the numbers one to five on a piece of paper, ripping them up before scrunching them, so they can’t see what’s written on the paper.

“Take your pick,” you offer, opening your hands up for each one of them to choose a crumpled piece of paper.

You stare at each of them expectantly as they open up the pieces of paper, rocking up on your toes to peek over Xavier’s shoulder. 

Two.

Well, you could handle that. You smile up at him and he smiles back, dipping his head quickly to kiss your cheek.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Caleb groans staring down at his paper.

“Did you place last?” Rafayel asks smugly, waving his paper around as though he had won the lottery. “I’m first!”

“Asshole,” Caleb grouses, ripping up his paper agitatedly, “third.”

You turn your attention to Zayne and Sylus, raising your brows.

“Fourth,” Zayne says, tucking his paper away neatly into the pocket of his trousers.

You swallow nervously, glancing towards Sylus. He gives you a devilish grin in return, flipping his paper to show you the messily scribbled five. 

“You’re not… mad about it?” you ask tentatively.

“Why should I be?” Sylus asks, running a hand through his snowy hair, the strands falling across his forehead prettily, “It just means that I get to spend the longest with you.”

Well, that sounds more like a threat than anything. You weren’t a stranger to Sylus’ ways, you’d spent a few nights in his bed, face shoved into the pillows while you’d sobbed and cried pathetically with every snap of his hips against your ass. 

“Right,” you clear your throat, hoping your voice doesn’t betray your nervousness.

Your gaze drifts over each man. Smug Rafayel, mellow Xavier, disgruntled Caleb, stoic Zayne and devilish Sylus.

Yeah, you think, you were definitely in for it.

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[kleptokure]

Silent Affection P.1 (P.2) ⭒˚.⋆ ✴︎˚ ⋆˙⟡

Truthless Recluse x GN!Reader

Contains slight spoilers if you are not past 8-18.

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You fail to remember the last time the environment around has been so quiet. Getting used to the bustling habitat of each region you traveled to, accompanying Gingerbrave, came as easy.

Now, left without the lively setting, everything feels astray. It feels otherworldly, even. But the worst part of it all is the stranger Pure Vanilla Cookie has morphed into.

Change can be a good thing, and you kept an open mind to those who reverted to different opinions. Yet this? No, this entire situation regarding your dearest is a case you cannot bring yourself to accept.

You never thought you would see Pure Vanilla Cookie's eyes modify themselves into such a dull state. The sparkle that was average to spot in his eyes seemed to fizzle out, but you swear you see the flicker of one when his stare lies onto you.

At the current moment, you stand before him as he sits on the edge of the bed in his gifted headquarters, residing inside of the unnerving tower.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie! You have to snap out of it. Our friends are in danger, we have to rescue them!" You try your earnest to get through to him, but all you receive is his eyes piercing into your own.

All of the warmth that used to trail after Pure Vanilla Cookie seems to have left. Uselessness strikes your dough, and motivation is not given from your emotionless lover. What else is there to do to convince him?

Pacing around the room, you attempt to think of another way to persuade Pure Vanilla Cookie back into his common traits.

You are unaware of why you were to be left at his side, now thinking about it. Shadow Milk Cookie did not afflict you with the same treatment he gave the others. As of right now, you've been permitted to stay beside Truthless Recluse for an unknown reason.

Expressing gratitude for your handling differing from your allies comes as hard. The fact that they can easily crumble from a tearing of the feeble cards they've been transformed into does not come as heartwarming.

Now, you put yourself before the silent cookie. You would hate to guilt trip your partner, you truly would—but it seems to be your last option.

"What if it were me? Would you turn me away, too? Leave me to be stuck as a tarot card?" You give your best to sound disheartened.

Truthless Recluse narrows his eyes at you, the grip he holds around his staff tightening. That counts as a reaction, much to your favor. Though would it do much in the long run?

He fails to see reason in why his heart feels heavy. Oh, but it is not with remorse. The gloomy cookie feels angered. How dare you suggest such an event could ever happen? He refuses to allow you to be turned into a small card, put inside of a bag and shrouded in complete darkness.

Yet he allows the misery to fall upon his other companions. Why must you be a discrepancy? He should've pushed you away long ago, yet he decided to complete the exact opposite.

Truthless Recluse feels ridiculous, causing to add onto his frustrations.

He stands up, towering over you with his absurd height. Pure Vanilla Cookie is one to be feared with his current body language, but you still stand in your place.

"You will not," he asserted, like a king to his pawns. Pure Vanilla's frown appears more prominent. You did not expect your short speech to cause such a reaction, coming off as wordless for a few seconds into your staring contest with him.

Then, you feel upset yourself. His single words, the few ones he's ever spoken to you, are hard to digest. Truthless Recluse can say that, but not hold to that same promise for your comrades?

Your hands clench into fist, standing with your chest puffed before the intimidating cookie.

"I don’t understand you. I never thought I would say this, but you are becoming insufferable!" Part of him feels hurt by that, and again, he falls short in knowing why.

"If you are so resistant to helping, then I will do it myself. You can stay here for as long as you'd like. I’m leaving." With that said and done, you turn on your heel, walking towards the exit of the room that you grow sick of.

But then, your feet prevent you from progressing. In fact, you do not seem to be touching the ground any longer, lifted a few feet above ground. Your hands remain fixed at your side, entirely incapable of moving.

That being said, you are unable to avert your stare towards the obvious culprit. Though there seemed to be no reason to worry, as the said perpetrator of your rigidness whirls you around to face him.

You were about to give him a mouthful, but Truthless Recluse reaches words before you have the chance.

"Stay."

"What?"

"You are not going anywhere."

"Pure Vanilla Cookie, release me," you shout, yet, as anticipated, his lips are shut thin. You become weary of his orders. He declines to hear you out, so why would you give ear to him?

But you soon realize, there is not much of a choice for you here. The look in his eyes signal that, and the fact that the strength difference between the both of you is quite measurable.

With the power of his staff, Truthless Recluse hovers you over his given bed, plopping you down onto the cushioning afterwards.

Quick to straighten yourself up, you look in his direction. There is irritance noticed in your stare, though it is miniscule. It goes difficult to stay mad at him, because at the end of the day, he remains your husband. Even within this form he takes.

Truthless Recluse takes a seat right next to you, your legs pressing together. Despite the harsh tone his talk is spoken with, there's little to no hesitation in his decision to be near you. Perhaps Pure Vanilla Cookie is not as far away as you would believe, judging off of that noticeable trait.

"So you disapprove of helping out our friends, but you also disapprove of me rescuing them?" You question, because you want him to know the absurdity of his own actions. Nothing appears to add up.

"Just say you want me here. That deep down inside, you still love me," you taunt him, more so to get back at him for his pettiness. Guilt tripping and persuasion are clear to have no affect on him. Taunting is not guaranteed to work either, but you can give it a shot.

Unbeknownst to you, your little tease did gain a reaction from the apathetic cookie.

Truthless Recluse dislikes the emotions that you, and you alone, are able to make him feel. Your simple words send him into strange mindsets, ones that he believed he would abandon after becoming a deceiver.

Liars are not known to have such close relationships, so he came prepared to dump his old friends. But you? Ditching you is easier said than done.

Maybe he can come to face the truth he has avoided. The reality is, you are no mere friend. Your title to him is far greater than that, which is why he is reluctant to allow your departure. Back then, he was more proud to call you his lover. Even though now, he would concede it, you are still his beloved. He loves you, and he hates that.

Why must you make his conversion so difficult?

It is as if Pure Vanilla Cookie reset. Again, he keeps as quiet, like prior, to any words you say.

But, you took note of his dramatic response to your attempt to flee. In this case, may it be that your actions cause more feedback than your conversation? There's one way to find out.

Scooting even closer to him, you gaze into his eyes. What a beautiful man he is, even with his drastic transformation.

Lowering your palm, you place it atop his own. You begin to hold his hand, a heartfelt gesture that was common between you pair, but will he return it this time around?

To your shock, and his own, he does. A sweet man can never truly be erased, it seems. That sprouts a smile on your face. But, why end it at holding hands? What else can grow to make him act out?

Tilting your head, you press a kiss to his cheek. He appears as unmoving now, but with how short the distance is, you can see the twitch in his face.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie," you whisper. "I love you."

He is no longer Pure Vanilla Cookie, he mentally asserts. Your love is in vain, as the cookie you once knew is shoved deep down and far gone.

Nevertheless, he accepts your affection all the same. That aspect is the most bothersome for him. He ought to silence you with your foolish declarations, but he falters in doing so.

Gaining his attention yet again, your face shifts to be placed right in front of his own. Truthless Recluse finds his mind to wander to how attractive you are, but he soon cuts those thoughts short for himself. He no longer believes in such facts, he would say.

Though if he deems himself a liar, that might be a lie.

"Truthless Recluse," you spoke in a gentle tone. "I love you."

Oh. That surprises him. He reckoned you would never utter his new label, but you have, which indicates you are directly addressing him, and he's lost on how to process it. All he can comprehend is the warmth radiating in his dough, as if he's back in the oven in which he was baked.

As your prior statement of admiration came with a complimentary kiss, the next remark shall have the same acclamantory.

You angle yourself closer, your lips coming into contact with Truthless Recluse's cold ones, meeting in a delicate kiss. As frigid as he is, you will be glad to share your heat to him.

Just as happy as he is to embrace it. Truthless Recluse finds himself returning your affection, leaning in to push your mouths closer. His eyes closed, he rediscovers how enjoyable affection can be.

His grip on his staff almost slips from how weakly he holds it. Truthless Recluse finds that possessing you in his arms is far more preferable, yet he refrains, as you already pulled away, much to his disappointment.

With a satisfied sigh, you rest your head against his shoulder.

"I don’t think we should keep the others waiting," you spoke amidst the silence. "Perhaps we should go check up on them?" You wonder if your mounds of endearment caused to change his point of view. If not, then luck has long left you.

Witches, now Truthless Recluse is sure he has been tricked yet again. How can he let you get away with your foolery so easily? You are such an infuriating cookie, and he despises that his feeble heart wants more of that. He would tear it out if he could.

Though he comes to terms with it quite quickly. That is just your personality, and well, Shadow Milk Cookie does plenty for his own indulgences. Would it hurt for him to take a cookie in for his own appeasement?

"No," he decides. You have a dumfounded expression. This cookie proved to be tough to crack, and that tends to be a good factor. But now, it shrivels in appearing as a perk.

"...Huh?"

"You, too, shall reside in this tower. Alongside me." He has got to be joking. Although he carries the title of a liar, even you can tell there is no deception in his tone.

"I'll... I'll give you another kiss if you grant my farewell?" Truthfully, that came to wilt his spirit. In spite of that, his silence as a response shows he has abstained.

Your husband developing a possessive trait catches you off guard. There's a chance those few kisses became disastrous in the end, as you see his eyes linger onto your lips rather than your own stare.

Oh boy. You’re in for a ride.

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A/N: I wanted to say thank you for the lovely welcoming on my first post! All of the notes are what encourage me to write, so it's heartwarming to see so many haha. About a part two for my first fic, I didn't really think about that. Perhaps I will if I brainstorm hard enough. Thanks for reading! (*´ڡ`●)

[comicaurora]

Do you think ethics are just an attempt at being a healthier form of selfish?

In one of your Detail Diatribes where Batman confronts Catwoman and tries to stop her from killing Falcone, you highlighted the fact that his reasoning was not to protect her father, but to try and save her. Ever since, some very strange ideas about the nature of selfishness and selflessness have been rattling around my head.

It only started coming into focus when I tried to put into words why it was a bad thing that D-16 killed Sentinel Prime. My best answer right now is because it made D-16 into Megatron. Orion wasn't trying to save Sentinel, he was trying to protect the cybertronian people. Maybe if Orion focused more on saving D-16, they wouldn't have lost their friendship and all of Cybertron would be better for it. Of course, in the end, Megatron was the deciding factor in making himself, caring more about his pride than his current identity, but this highlights a strange selfish quirk in sustainable selfless behavior.

If you are purely selfless you suffer from spending more of yourself than you have to give. If you're too selfish you can't maintain the human connections that are a requirement for being a complete and healthy person. It leaves the best options as being selfless to make your environment an easier one for you to live in. Where your actions for others are repaid by the selflessness from your community. Or, being selfish with your charity. Taking care of what you care about because their well being positively contributes to your own.

To be fair, the opening sentence now looks like an incomplete thought. It probably should be asking if you think ethics is just an attempt at being a more healthy form of selfish and selfless. Really, just asking if ethics is meant to make you better at being a person, which seems like a question that can answer itself. Still, it feels like an important insight to highlight that to be ethical isn’t about how much of your own life you're willing to sacrifice. It's hard to be a good person when you're not a person anymore.

This is a fascinatingly deep question, and I'm very tickled that our two touchpoints in it are a transforming robot tank and Batman.

My personal opinion is that ethics and morals are not reflections of some universal truth of Justice and Goodness, as they are often framed, but are instead best-practice guidelines on how to function in the big, messy world without causing undue suffering to yourself and others. A facet of this is determining, case by case, how much you need to prioritize yourself vs how much you can afford to help others - in the framing you've proposed, selfishness vs selflessness.

Taking the specific examples we're focusing on - two cases where someone attempts to prevent a revenge killing for the benefit, not of the victim, but of the avenger - I think they reflect this worldview, that the killing is not seen as some innately universally-judged evil act that must be prevented for its own sake, but that the act of killing will harm the killer in a way the person trying to stop them doesn't want to see.

For Catwoman, committing premeditated murder wouldn't solve any of her problems in any way that arresting Falcone and having him legally unraveled would. It'd just park a first degree murder charge on someone who'd up til this point only dealt with petty larceny, and it would potentially weigh her down with misery and regret as she grappled with the trauma of taking a life.

For Megatron, killing Sentinel Prime wasn't a bad action because he deserved to live. They just spent that whole fight scene tearing through enemies. They're warriors on track to spend the next four million years killing each other; the whole "taking a life" ship has already sailed. The problem is that Sentinel is a symbol and a structural part of the political narrative in the founding of the next stage of Cybertron's society. If the first thing the new regime does is bloodily avenge itself on the face of the old regime for the personal wrongs it did them, that proves that the only thing they care about is personal satisfaction of their individual desires - just like Sentinel. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. If they can instead take a step back, think of the good of Cybertron as a whole, enforce a rule of law and a fair system of justice that applies equally to everyone, even on someone they personally loathe, that would signify integrity and credibility and the hallmark of wise, just and fair leadership capable of setting aside personal feelings for the greater good. It's not about Sentinel; it's about whether the satisfaction of killing him is worth the price of enforcing forever that personal vendettas are more important than the well-being of the people of Cybertron. Which makes it really obvious which one Megatron is going to pick.

My hottest take, and I mean this very genuinely, is that most of the human perception of what constitutes goodness and justice is one thousand percent based on vibes, and is extremely susceptible to narrative reframing. We see an unsympathetic victim (Sentinel Prime, Falcone) who has gleefully caused suffering to innocent people (so judged because they are framed sympathetically, not because we've actually enumerated their lifelong actions to determine they've never done anything wrong) and we feel (feel) that it would be right and just for them to suffer consequences (emphasis on suffer) because that would balance the scales on this vibes equation and that would make us feel like justice had been served. Would this suffering lead to any material good? Not inherently. Would it heal the victims? Not usually. Would it remove the source of the problem? Categorically not, what with how negative reinforcement works (or rather does not work.) It also wouldn't do anything about the other people empowered by the same system to be just as shitty in just as many ways that just happen to be offscreen from our POV. But it feels fair. So what is justice, if it reduces down to "I want them to hurt for the hurt they've caused me"? If it can be sated with a spectacle or distracted by a long nap and a good joke to let the feeling fade? What purpose does this justice serve if it is devoted wholly to the satiation of a bone-deep chordate-brain hunger for Retributive Violence rather than towards actually ensuring that the lives of those harmed are healed and supported and built up again after being broken down? (This is the entire core character arc in The Batman, btw, I'm not just monologuing for no reason here. He calls himself Vengeance for a reason, and the reason is he's doing Batman wrong)

That feeling - that white-hot burning core of Righteous Fury - is the unexamined heart of many systems of morality that focus, not on doing good, but on exacting satisfying retribution on Bad People Who Deserve It, categorized as People Who I Can Hurt Without Feeling Bad Myself. It's a very tempting concept for people who have suffered at others' hands. That feeling, that powerful instinctual understanding of "that's unfair," is incredibly strong. In my opinion, most systems of ethics are built, not around relitigating what is Good and what is Bad per se, but in trying to shape and curb that bone-deep, unbelievably powerful desire to rend the flesh from the bones of your tormenters.

But I mentioned that feeling is susceptible to narrative reframing. This is, as I understand it, a huge part of lawyering. Tell the story of what happened using true events and adding no falsehoods, but highlight the parts that make it feel like your client is the one who is being treated unfairly. They're not an unsympathetic wrongdoer who you can punish without personal moral stain - they're a loving spouse, a parent of three adorable children, they have a really cute puppy, they donate to charity, they're a wonderful conversationalist, a kind friend, etc etc. All those things can also be true of people who do terrible things, but thinking about them defuses that White Hot Core by making us sympathize with the sympathetic parts of them.

This is incredibly well-understood in fiction. It's the whole reason the tropes Kick The Dog and Pet The Dog exist. When you want the audience to root for a character's destruction, leave aside any of their potential quiet moments of sympathy - their tragic backstory, their cute pet, their adorable relationship with their mom - and instead show them going out of their way to commit some minor act of petty cruelty, say Kicking The Dog. The audience will infer that this badness is 24/7 and they have no reason to curb their enthusiasm for Righteous Vengeance. But if the writer wants the audience to see a spark of good in them, to sympathize, to believe they can be redeemed, they'll highlight one of those small moments of charming kindness, and allow them to Pet The Dog instead.

Neither of these acts, in the grand scale, have any bearing on the morality of this person's actions. A pet dog doesn't counterbalance a razed village; a kicked dog doesn't negate a generous contribution to the local soup kitchen. Goodness and badness is not a linear scale added or subtracted to by opposing deeds. BUT showing them to an audience reframes them narratively, and THAT is what shapes the judgment of the White Hot Burning Core. In the space of fiction, this form of bottom-shelf emotional manipulation is one of the cleanest ways to get the audience to root for the messy destruction of what is ostensibly, in the universe of the fiction, a wholly complex and living person who definitely has reasons for everything they've done, even ones that could be framed sympathetically when shown.

Meanwhile, in the real world, ethics are an attempt to judge what is best in a given situation without trusting the White Hot Burning Core to make the call, no matter how compelling "but it would feel really good though" might seem. They try to give someone perspective, context, other priorities to consider. The White Hot Burning Core might want you to rip someone's arms off for driving slow when you've got important places to be, but Ethics can present a number of compelling reasons not to do that - even if it's just "ripping their arms off will definitely make me even more late." And yes, this can be a balance of Selfishness Vs Selflessness. You are one of the people whose wellbeing ethics is designed to make you prioritize improving even if it feels weird, and when all other things are equal, your own health and happiness can be the deciding factor. In a world with an overarching Moral Force that weighs the goodness of your soul by sifting through every grain of action and intent seeking negativity to punish you for, absolute selflessness to the point of self destruction would still probably be seen as Morally Wrong, simply because the universe is a better place with you in it trying your best.

Anyway, if doing the right thing was simple, easy and painless, we probably wouldn't have so many thousands of years of arguing about what it looks like. Good luck out there everybody 👍

[jensthwa]

love's an uncharted path ★ masterlist.

★ prev called: show & tell universe ★

An exploration of the eight distinct stories of friendship, love, and self-discovery that intertwine as each character faces the trials of entering adulthood and falling in and out of love.

warnings: smut, drinking and drugs, adult language and female presenting oc's (with breasts and vaginas), angst, tears and attempted comedy throughout all stories.

note: this masterlist is organized so that stories are in chronological order, although there's some context within them that range from their childhood, teen years and college years. in these stories, the guys are in their last years of college/entering their first job and tasting a bit of adulthood as they navigate through the motions and find love along the way.

MINGI'S STORY: SHOW AND TELL (bf2l).

summary: you have known mingi since you both were fourteen. you’ve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering he’s your other half. when he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, you’re just the best friend a guy like him can have.

main story: part one (8k) & part two (11k).

extras: a very show & tell christmas (7k), tba.

WOOYOUNG'S PRELUDE: A CLOWN'S REMEDY TO HEAL A BROKEN HEART (halloween special, hookup2??).

summary: a drunk and kind of akward conversation inside of a closet is the start of Wooyoung's journey into healing his broken heart. only he doesn't really know the name of the scarlet witch that helped mend a heart that wasn't supposed to break anymore, even if she starts plaguing his thoughts and dreams after that.

posted here (11.9k).

SAN'S STORY: WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS (f2s2l).

summary: san is your first love. he broke your heart and played with your feelings without even kissing you back when you two were in highschool. now, many years later, you do your best to avoid crossing paths with him because there's just no way you could ever hate him, but there's also no way you two can be friends again. but his best friend is also one of your best friends, so there's only so much you can do to avoid san when he arranges a dinner you're forced to go to.

main story: one shot (20k).

extras: tba.

SEONGHWA'S STORY: I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU (s2l, love at first sight).

summary: in an attempt to grasp at his youth, seonghwa buys a motorcycle despite not knowing the first thing about them. when it inevitably breaks down, he has no other option that to ride it to a mechanic shop and, after following a sweet hum, he’s faced with the life-changing (and predictable) fact that, maybe, what he needed after all was not a motorcycle. maybe, just maybe, what he needed was you.

main story: one shot (20k).

extras: tba.

YUNHO'S STORY: MOUNTEBANK CHEM (e2f2l, arranged pr relationship).

summary: the first time you met yunho, you knew he was going to be part of the biggest tragedy of your life: the loss of your freedom, of your free will. you didn't know why back then but what you did figure out is that you and jeong yunho were going to, eventually and very publicly, date each other at some point. is that reason enough to hate his guts? well, of course! now, when the time comes to fulfill the prophecy, how the hell are you going to pull it off? and, most importantly, what do you need to do to not fall in love with him in the process?

main story: part one (9.7k), part two (14.2k), part three (16.5k), part four (24.1k), epilogue (7.08k).

extras: tba.

YEOSANG'S STORY: THE RHYTHM OF OUR HEARTS (s2f2l, slow burn, two part). CURRENTLY WRITING!

summary: Yeosang, with his camcorder and his looks from afar, ignites your curiosity in a way that makes you act a little dumb and against your friend’s judgments. When you finally get tired of him not approaching you, you decide that the night is young and life’s too short to not find an answer to your questions. On a dirty rooftop, your newfound friendship with him might just be the most surprising outcome of the whole ordeal. Is it enough to make you stay, though?

main story: part one (17.5k), part two (tba).

extras: tba.

WHAT'S NEXT?

HONJOONG'S STORY: WIP.

JONGHO'S STORY: WIP.

WOOYOUNG'S STORY: WIP (extra: woo's prelude / posted!).

[moiraimyths]

The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) | Official Trailer

The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) is a lore-rich and choice-driven historical fantasy visual novel inspired by Irish mythology and Celtic folklore. Play as a tenant farmer from mid-19th century Ireland, whose path becomes inexplicably entwined in fairy affairs after getting robbed by the roadside and lured into the mythic and war-torn world of Tír na nÓg: A once unified land, now divided into the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Will you escape and return home with your stolen belongings? Or does fate have something else in mind?

🍃 STEAM 🍂 ITCH.IO 🍃PATREON 🍂DISCORD 🍃

Eager to play? Certain route content is available NOW in early access on Steam and Itch.io! For more information, click below👇

Meet the Cast

Facts & Questions: The Game

🍃 The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) is a Kickstarter-funded project currently in development. Due to the scope of the story, we will be releasing it serially over several years to Steam and Itch.io, and discounting it while in early access. The earlier it's bought, the cheaper it will be overall, and you'll only need to buy the game once!

🍂 Not all routes are currently available! As of Nov. 1, 2024, you can play half of Shae and Maeve's routes; both approximately 50k words. If you're not sure about paying for an unfinished game, feel free to check out our free demo first. It consists of Vol. 1, Book of the Traveller (the pre-route content). Differences between the demo's Vol. 1 and the paid game's Vol. 1 are marginal following our August 1, 2024 re-release of the demo.

🍃 The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) has a recommended reading order (Vol. 1, then 2, then 3, etc.), which will correspond to the release order of the routes. For more information on our reasoning behind this, click here.

🍂 Due to its setting, The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) will occasionally feature instances of characters speaking in Gaeilge, i.e. the Irish language. All instances of Gaeilge are linked to an internal translation tool, which is voiced by Nigel McKeon, a Gaeilgeoir.

🍃 The main character is yours to shape. At minimum, you must choose a nickname, pronouns, and one of four default appearances, the last of which can be your own artwork (instructions are included in the game's files). You may also choose to discard the True Name…

🍂 All routes, both current and upcoming, will have both romantic and platonic choice options. If you're uninterested in romance, feel free to make friends instead! No matter the nature of your relationship, you will still be able to reach the good end. (Want to learn more? Refer to this post!)

🍃 Our cast consists of two men, two women, and two non-binary characters. All are romancable no matter the MC, but some characters are asexual or on the aromantic spectrum, which may impact aspects of their romances.

🍂 If you are a Mac user and are having issues launching the game via the Itch direct download, refer to this guide for troubleshooting before sending us an ask. We strongly recommend purchasing the game through Steam instead of Itch if you are a Mac user; it is the best way to avoid issues with launching the game.

🍃 NDM is very intentionally set just prior to the onset of the Great Famine, which is both thematically and textually relevant to the leftist, anti-imperialist story we're aiming to tell. If you would like more insight into this, refer to this post.

🐎 There are secrets to be found in this game, with more yet to come. Prepare yourself for a lot of horse related shenanigans. 🐎

Facts & Questions: The Company

🧵 Moirai Myths is a five-person company based out of Canada. The core devs/founders go by Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. All writing and programming are done by this collective, i.e. the Fates.

🪡 Moirai Myths has a two person in-house artist team consisting of Kazane, our Character/UI Designer, and Melinoe, our Environmental Designer. In addition to them, though, we have had a number of guest artists assist us with the creation of sprites, CGs, and an assortment of other materials. If you'd like to meet them, check out our about page on our website!

✂️ Moirai Myths stands with the people of Palestine 🇵🇸

Disclaimer: This description will be updated periodically. If you're reading this in a reblog, you may want to check our current pinned post for potential changes.

[lovecandyxx]

Teacher! DOFP! Logan Howlett x Student! Reader

A/N: EURGGHHh okay so this is literally the first ever fic i'm writing on here for Logan, idfk i'll just GO 4 IT... Idk whether this is out of character 4 him I did my best!!!! this basically takes place after logan 'woke up' n became a teacher, Also, english isn't my first language so I hope the grammar is right LMFAO.

contents: Implied age gap, Make out sesh, hair tugging, awk moments, is this considered knee fucking??? idk?????? obvs teacher x student!!! pet names, teasing?

Just short n' sweet tha's itttt ౨ৎ⋆ ｡⋆𐙚⋆.˚₊⊹♡

It was currently 8:30 AM, 30 minutes before class starts. I bit my lip biting back a grin and took a look at the box of cookies I held in my hands. I paced slightly in front of the classroom door trying to do it silently while also trying to steal slight glances through the small window pane of the door, knowing Logan was sat inside. Because obviously I have a Huge crush on my proffessor, Mr.Howlett. It was just the way he was always a bit more gentle with me, than he was with the other students. The light brush of our fingers when he passed back my notes and the way his eyes are already on me when I look his way, sometimes I think I can see him glimpsing under my desk, too. The one time my heart fluttered the most was probably when after class, I had asked him for extra help and he eagerly complied, I sat next to him by his desk and when I finally got it and did a few things right, he had put his hand on my thigh gently and called me a 'good girl'. GOD I could've died right then and there.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I sneakily looked inside one more time, took a deep breath and opened the door with a soft creak. I stepped in and turned to close the door before turning to face my teacher, his face turned to look at me instead of all the papers on his desk. I felt a slight heat creep into the back of my neck from the way he looked at me, he has such freaking sexy eyes. "Goodmorning, Mr.Howlett.." I pursed my lips into a thin awkward smile and walked toward his desk. "Mornin' (Y/N).." Logan glanced up at the clock hanging on the classroom wall. "You're 30 minutes early?" He said with an intrigued tone and raised eyebrow. "I know, I just uhh.. Wanted to give you these" I tell him while softly placing the box of cookies infront of him.

He looked at the cookies, then to me, then again to the cookies. "You.. made me cookies?" A faint smile appeared on his gruff face and he shook his head slightly. "Ya didn't have to bub, but thanks" He grabbed the box and swiftly put them in a drawer in his desk "I'll eat them after class, Don't like sugar in the mornings." He looked up at me again, and I swear he looks at my legs for a split second! Putting on a mini skirt was the right fucking option for today.

I grab a chair and set it down across from him, at his desk. "I understand, I mean, I'm glad you even accepted them! I was scared you wouldn't like sugary sweet things!!" I giggled and looked him in the eyes.

Logan's lips turned upward lightly, He in fact, Hates sugary foods. He only accepted them because they we're from you, If it we're any other student he probably would've scoffed in their face and kicked them out. Truth is Logan has been quite interested in (Y/N) for a while now, too. He tried to be closer to her with such small things but because he obviously, was her teacher, he could never cross any crazy line. (Y/N) is also a lot younger than him.. like a lot. And yeah everyone know's he's like 180+ years old but his appearance looks more of a 56 year old, which is still way too old considering (Y/N)'s age.

Logan put the papers on his desk aside and leaned back in his seat, "Don't you have better things to do before class, rather than giving your teacher cookies." he teased. I rolled my eyes at him playfully trying to ignore the flutters in my chest and slight blush that crept onto my face, "Well.." I crossed my arms and breathed in deeply trying to think of a sassy remark, but sighed and responded. "Not really.." I laughed softly and notice him still with a soft smile looking at me. "Jeez can't a student accompany her old lonely teacher for once!" I joked rolling my eyes trying to hide my grin and leaning back in my seat. Logan raised both eyebrows and smirked. "Did you just call me old? C'mon bub?" I laugh loudly at his response, "Lucky for you I like them older!" I responded still in a joking manner, before I noticed the look on his face and him leaning forward, elbows on his desk now, and then I realized what I had actually said to my older teacher! My face flushed red when I saw a smirk form on his face with his stupid eyebrow raise again. My breath hitched and I wanted to think of something to say. "I- I mean like, Not like, You know! But, Like-... Actually nevermind I can't save myself right now." I mumbled the last part. Feeling lightly embarrassed but also confused as to why my teacher wasn't scolding me for saying such an inappropriate thing?

I looked downwards at my hands resting on my knees, "Sorry, Mr.Howlett.." I muttered out. Then Logan let out a small stiffled laugh and I looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion. "You don't have to say sorry sweetheart, was kinda hoping you'd confess 'sum like that" he admitted. I blinked at him in confusion blushing at his rarely used nickname for me, "What.. what do you mean..?" He crossed his arms leaning back into his seat again. "I mean, I was hoping you'd admit you'd be into someone like me, bub." His eyes pierced into your own never leaving yours once, eyeing your face to maybe read any form of emotion off you.

I bit my lip harshly and rubbed my legs together nervously, "Mr.Howlett.." The confident man infront of me opened his mouth to say something to me again, but was stopped by a small group of students walking into the classroom. They greeted Logan and all gave me a weird look, I'd guessed for how I looked in that moment..

I awkwardly stood up and put the chair in it's place again, as I sat down on my own seat I glanced at Logan again, heart beating loudly in my chest. What is that man thinking right now?! What was he even going to say, or do?!

As the lesson went on my mind wandered so much that I barely paid attention, not noticing that the class had ended not too long ago. As the few last students left, I didn't quite dare to look up at Logan yet. I just slowly started packing my things, but tensed a bit as I heard footsteps approach. "(Y/N).." Logan called out softly. I didn't look up at him but responded.. It almost felt like I was gonna need to be interrogated by the fucking police. But as Logan noticed I didn't dare look up, he crouched down next to my seat, practically forcing me to look him in the eyes.

The confidence he had an hour ago had faded, especially since you avoided his eyes the whole lesson, Logan had become unsure if you really we're into him. He refused to let go of the eye contact, though. He sighed deeply and put a hand on your thigh, making your breath hitch. "Listen (Y/N), didn't mean for you to get all uncomfortable yea? Just forget about it bub, I'll forget about what you said too, if it'll make ya feel better?" ...I stayed silent for a bit, frozen in place holding the last book I was gonna put in my bag. I bit my lip again and hesitated, thinking about my next move very carefully.

I placed my book onto the table harshly and finally looked Logan in his eyes. I took a deep breath and placed my own hand on top of his on my thigh. "Listen, Logan, That's not it. Like completely not it! I do want you, I want you so bad it actually kills me. I just wasn't sure if you we're actually serious about it, too! That's why I looked nervous." I held onto his hand a little tighter holding my breath, a surge of confidence washed over me, but faded as quickly as it came. I waited anxiously for Logan to say something, but his face darkened. He still held eye contact but there was a sudden change in the way he did. Now there was a sudden, want in his eyes, a need, lust.

"Say my name again." He practically growled this under his breath, grip on your thigh tightening, I gulped softly but complied "Logan.."

Before I could comprehend what was happening his lips we're already on mine, his hand went from my thigh to holding onto the side of my face, cupping it harshly to pull me deeper into the sudden kiss. His hand worked it's way to the back of my head entangling itself within the hair on the back of my head, tugging at it softly. Which let a moan escape my lips which gave him the opportunity to let his tongue into my hot mouth.

I had my eyes shut tightly, feeling extremely overwhelmed but fucking turned on at the same time. He was suddenly so rough toward me, unlike how he was in the classes he teached.

I felt his body weight shift from down under me to on top of me, He had his knee in between my thighs inching closer towards my throbbing core. He never let go of my lips and with his one hand still intertwined with my hair, his other free hand snaked it's way from gently touching my collar bone to slowly towards my chest.

I gave him a light push on the chest, not because I didn't want this, but because I couldn't fucking breath. He let go of my lips, still staying very close to my face, both out of breath practically panting in each others face. I gripped onto his shirt, and whined softly as I felt his knee finally pushing against my cunt. I moaned quietly and let my head fall back slowly cause of the pressure between my thighs.

As our heavy breathing continued his eyes never strayed from mine, "Logan.." I whimpered softly "You okay baby?" I licked my lips at his sudden nickname for me and smiled like a lovesick fool. "You can't call your student baby!" I scolded him playfully between the thick sexual tension. He smirked at me, "Last time I checked I couldn't kiss my students either." He teased. I stayed silent and bit my lip, switching my gaze in between looking at his eyes and his lips.

"We are so gonna get caught if we keep going!" I told him sternly, "Don't ya wanna keep going, sweetheart?" That dumb smirk of him never faded, "of course I wanna keep going Logan! But imagine if someone walks in.." I mumble softly.

He gave a soft tug at your hair one more time making you moan softly, before letting go and removing himself completely from your touch. You whimpered softly, at the weird feel of sudden loss of contact, after being so intimate with your teacher.

Just as Logan straightened his clothes a bit, the next group of students walked in. A few gave weird looks, but with one look from Logan they all scurried off to their seats. I quickly grabbed the last book I had left on the table and put it in my school bag giggling softly to myself. I glanced up at Logan as I stood up to leave and mouthed a very obvious 'told you so.' grabbing his hand giving it a light squeeze, I looked down at his crotch and saw the very obvious tent in his blue jeans. "Goodluck with that and uh, see you tomorrow, Mr.Howlett" I said with a teasing tone, and left the classroom swaying my hips just a little extra more because I could feel his eyes burning into the back of me.

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OKAYYY well that was fun, I'll see for myself if anyone reads this, AND IF YOU DID, LMK what u thought abt it,

MUCH LOVE, CANDY˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[mzzledmutt]

—BLIND DATE

starring.ᐟ katsuki bakugou x reader

synopsis.ᐟ “a social engagement or date with a person one has not previously met.” After neglecting his personal life for so long, Pro-hero Dynamight, also known as Katsuki Bakugou, can no longer run form the inevitable. With the help of his nosy parents, Katsuki ends up on a blind date with you.

warnings.ᐟ SMUT, fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, first blind date, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, hair pulling, pet names (excessive use of princess), slight man handling, bakugou is a softie at heart, praise, slight softdom!katsuki, breeding

word count.ᐟ 4.8k words

m.mutt 𐂯 please enjoy my brainrot!!

KATSUKI Bakugou was known for many things. His boisterous personality. His bulky, intimidating stature. His impressive and powerful quirk. His less than family-friendly language and his hatred of paparazzi.

You would think being in the spotlight since 15, he would be used to it at this point. Maybe even indulge from time to time but, it’s never been his thing. He makes that fact well-known, constantly. Written and spoken interviews, press conferences, and award ceremonies, he will remind everyone to mind their own business. Especially when it comes to his personal life.

New photos and videos always arrive of the hero, dressed in alleged disguise, flipping off and yelling at the paparazzi. Especially when they get too close to his family and friends. One of his most iconic videos is of his poor father attempting to calm down both his large, rowdy son and his equally rowdy, yet smaller wife.

This strong distaste for the prying eyes and cameras belonging to paparazzi, unfortunately, takes a hard toll on his love life.

Their obsession with publicizing his entire life has forced his hand in many situations. That and the exclusive life he is now forced to lead. One of the biggest downsides of being a hero is the increase in difficulty in your love life.

These few relationships he’s had have all ended one of two ways.

One, in a ball of fury and tears. As a pro hero, Katsuki is often spotted with many people. Typically, people he knows. In bars and restaurants, caught conversating and drinking. Those candid moments are always being televised, even without his knowledge.

Suddenly, his after-work drink with a few friends is skewed and Dynamight is allegedly dating pro-hero Uravity. Resulting in arguments and watching as his partners stormed away.

Two, the spark simmers out. Coming home to put on a front feels exhausting as the days tick by, they both know it. It’s only inevitable until someone’s bags are packed. They’ll cry, holding hands on his couch as he speaks. They’ll go for a hug, only to realize now isn’t the time and leaving is the better option. Soon his apartment is quiet again, leaving him alone.

All of it has turned him away from the dating scene. He’s young and green, with plenty of time to settle down. Except, the consistent pestering from peers, fans, and his own parents is draining. Balancing his hero life, personal and love life all at the same time, was nearly impossible.

“I’m not going out with some chick you designed a dress for!”

“Just give it a try, you brat.”

Katsuki groans, his head rolling back at Mitsuki’s pestering. They were currently sitting in his childhood kitchen, eating brunch as they usually did on Sundays. “You have no idea, you could find the love of your life!” His father chimed in, attempting to add support.

“Maybe you’ll finally give me a grandkid.” Katsuki cringes, shaking his head at his mother’s words. “Look, as your parents we just want what’s best for our little boy. Even if you’re a hulking mountain a man now.”

“I think you should give it a try, she was a sweet girl too. Very well mannered.” Masaru pipes up in Katsuki’s silence.

“Look, just give it a shot. I’ll give you her number and you two can work things out. If things don’t work out you can always try again.” She sips at her hot tea, eyes fluttering shut due to the steam.

“And if I say no?”

“Why do you have to be so incredibly difficult?” Mitsuki scolds as he swirls his spoon in his tea. “Why do you have to be so incredibly annoying?” He muttered followed by a swift pop to the head.

“Ow! Shit!”

That’s how he ended up in this high-end lounge, awaiting a random woman his parents vouched for. He nursed a glass of whiskey, looking over their messages on his phone. Their conversation was rather bland, nothing incredibly enticing but, everyone doesn’t connect over text.

After some time, from his spot at the bar, he sends her another text. It’s only fifteen minutes, there could be traffic. He closes the messenger, choosing to scroll through his social media feed. Occasionally, he lifted his head scanning the area.

It wasn’t a quiet night, the place was bustling with conversation and laughter. Twenty minutes late.

He sent another text.

Everyone is secluded in their worlds, eating snacks and conversing with their loved ones. Their loud conversations exceeded the confinements of their seats. Katsuki was growing impatient.

Thirty minutes late. He’s already attempted to call, being sent straight to voicemail. Was this a joke? Had his parents set him up for some reason?

Glowering red eyes linger across the bar, noticing a figure he had seen earlier. Dressed in a sleek, black dress and nursing a martini between manicured nails. And another text.

Each time he looked in search of his alleged date, his eyes wandered back over to you. Watching as you pitifully looked around, maybe in search of someone like him. His eyes shut as he grimaced watching you pout. Your full, glossed lips jutted out with sadness.

He goes to pick up his phone and sends another message before, shutting the device off. Nearly an hour and a half late, he wasn’t that desperate to pester someone who didn’t care.

“Excuse me.” He calls the bartender. It didn’t seem like this mystery woman would be appearing any time soon so, might as well take a chance. “Lady at the end of the bar,” He gestured toward you. “Another of what’s she’s having, from me.” The man nods, heading off to prepare the new drink.

Katsuki grins seeing your reaction. Confusion washed over your face for a moment before you were directed towards him. Eyes locking for the first time that night. You smile and wave, he reciprocates nonchalantly.

Soon, his whiskey is finished and another is placed before him. “From the lady.” The bartender smiles, pointing his gaze to you once more. You raise your glass in solidarity, your beautiful smile still on display. He raises his glass, as a sort of distant cheers, taking a swig right away.

He watches as your gaze falls to the background, peering around the dim bar before you rise from your seat. Katsuki anxiously shifted in his seat, unsure of where you were going but, his anxiety didn’t settle as you stride over to him.

“Hi.” One word and he’s hooked. Your melodic voice wrapping itself around his brain and heart. “Hey, care to sit?” He offers the seat beside him. “Gladly.” You’re nervous, curt responses give you away along with the slight tremble in your hand.

“What are you doin’ here, beautiful?” He’s starting bold, liquid courage providing him strength. “I was supposed to be on a date. He hasn’t shown.” He ashamedly smirks. “Funny enough, I got stood up too.” He down the rest of his drink.

“What’s your name?” You answer sweetly, a bright smile on your face. He shared it, almost subconsciously. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki—“

“I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. I’m surprised everyone is being so calm right now honestly.” You laugh and his heart skipped a beat, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while.

“Places like these are used to seeing pros, they get over it.” He replies, leaning against the bar top. “Not every day one-half of the wonder duo walks through those doors.” You reason, a smug smirk on your face as if knowing you’d won.

“Touché.” You giggle, a sweet sound he yearns to hear again. “Did you enjoy your martini?”

“It was delicious. Thank you, again.” Well-mannered and gorgeous. “Anything for a pretty girl like you.” You flush, thanking him profusely. He orders you both another round, choosing to carry on the conversation.

As you two spoke he fell deeper and deeper into infatuation. “I’m the newest assistant for your friend, Chargebolt. This is only my third month at the agency and I’m tired.” You sip at your drink. “Really? Been so busy I haven’t had a chance to make the trip. Can’t be an easy job though, knowin’ Kaminari.”

“It’s not the most difficult task in the world but, I do have to keep my eye on him like a toddler.” You share a laugh at the comparison.

The conversation shifts to your personal lives. Lamenting on your lack of a love life, work beginning to consume your free time. How your close friends and family have urged you to get out of your shell. Which led to this night.

His hand lays over yours as he showers you with compliments. Deflecting anytime your humble attitude attempted to shut him down. He complimented your dress, you tried to brush him off claiming that the piece was old and unflattering.

“Well, I think that dress is absolutely stunning.” His hand grasps yours, and you reciprocate. “I should know, my ma’s a designer.” He’s almost smug in saying that as if his association with a designer made him the judge of all fashion.

“I’m aware, I’ve browsed her catalog since I was little.” The way your eyes light up talking about particular garments his mother fashioned that she always dreamed of owning. “I think you’d look gorgeous in just about anything.”

“Are you flirting with me Katsuki Bakugou?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. The two of you leaning into each other's spaces unknowingly. He could smell your sweet perfume from her, the scent filling his senses. “I am, is that alright?”

“It is.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips as you lick your own before sitting back in your seat. Katsuki’s already hooked, still leaning into your space as if entranced by you. He leans back, stuck in an unfamiliar haze of attraction.

That haze seemed to slow the time as he checked his watch seeing he had been chatting with you for nearly four hours. It was dark outside, patrons still lingering in the lounge.

“Hey, it’s getting late.”

“Is there anything I can get you? A ride home? Maybe a nightcap?” The last part was slightly rushed as if he were embarrassed. “A nightcap sounds good, I’m off tomorrow anyway.” The wink you give him doesn’t go unnoticed making his stomach tighten. “Excuse me, can I close our tabs?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Please, let me. Besides that jerk should’ve been here paying anyway.” You sit in silence as he closes you both out of the night and thank him as he helps you to your feet. Bakugou drapes his big coat over your shoulders, holding out a hand which you graciously take.

The contrast of the warmth of the bar and the chilly night air flushes your cheeks. You’re thankful to the hero for his warm coat. “Your hands are really warm.” You mutter as you both stride down the sidewalk.

Katsuki’s notices before you. The stares. People turn to whisper to each other as he walks beside you. Soon, there are flashes and cheers of his name. He rolls his eyes out of annoyance, holding onto your hand tighter as he moves faster. “Can ya’ keep up, princess?”

A small swarm of fans and paparazzi crowd the couple, snapping photos and begging for an interview. He barks orders at them to leave you alone, keeping your face obscured from their ravenous gaze. You blindly follow, rather unphased by the crowd around you.

Before you, a sleek, exquisite sports car sat with flashing headlights. Katsuki opens the passenger door, still blocking you from view as he helps you inside. Once the door is shut, you’re concealed by his dark tint. “Can’t you guys just fuck off, for one night?” It was a rhetorical question, more to himself than the people around him.

He waves at fans along the street, ignoring the money-hungry reporters behind him as he opens his own door and settles into his vehicle.

“I’m so sorry.” He’s met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch to his hand. “Katsuki, I’m used to it. This is a part of my job too, I’m just more behind the scenes.”

“They’re just invasive,” The card engine roars to life, vibrating the interior. “Almost predatory. Going any length for a snippet of gossip.” He groans, leaning his messy blond head against the leather seats. “Bakugo—“ - “Katuski.” He speaks over you.

His head lulls to the side, his full attention on you. “Katsuki. I appreciate all you’ve done tonight.” Plump glossed lips upturned into a smile that melts his heart. “Consider it a late welcoming gift. You’re lucky, I usually send assistants gift cards to a spa.”

You both laugh, a break between the growing tension filling the cramped space of his car as you hold eye contact. His tongue darts to lick his chapped lips, teeth barely grazing the skin before he clears his throat and looks away.

“You sure you still wanna go back to mine?” He asks, buckling his seatbelt and you do the same. “Yeah, it’s just one drink.”

One drink.

Just one drink.

The phrase repeated in his mind almost the entire time. Your voice disrupting his thoughts the only thing keeping him from being completely silence. He drives you to his building. A large, clean structure. Covered in windows, and lights, and well decorated.

You don’t even need to enter the lobby. Katsuki leads you to an elevator activated with a special keycard.

After a short trip, the doors open to this grand place.

You find yourself in awe as you walk through his front hall. His apartment was massive and spotless yet, homey. Although he clearly preferred a more modernized look, it still managed to have the charm and personality of his childhood home.

“This place is ten times bigger than my apartment.” Katsuki laughs, taking his coat from you and hanging it beside the door. “I want to downsize, this was an impulse buy from when I first started. A financial disaster is what I refer to it as.” You giggle, he swoons.

The blond guides you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool for you to sit in at the island. “Are you hungry? I can whip something up.” He offers. “I thought I was just here for a nightcap, not dinner.” You joke, settling down in your seat.

“Well, I like a nice snack when I drink and a lady always deserves a nice dinner on the first date.”

“This is a date now?” You quirk a brow, still rather unsure of what to make of this evening.

“Wasn’t it always? We both had shitty dates who stood us up, we just found each other instead.”

“Yeah, then I guess it is.” You bat your lashes as silence falls over the kitchen for a moment. Katsuki clears his throat and smiles, moving away to gather something to eat. “What’re you making?” You ask seeing as he stands before the fridge. “Nothing.”

“Fresh bow of fruit, put it together today. I can get some crackers and wine, that work for you?” You nod.

“Could you grab the bottle off the counter? Don’t worry about a screw I’ve got one.” You help yourself to sort of peruse his kitchen, taking in little bits of his taste from the pictures and decor before returning the bottle to him.

Katsuki pops the bottle, pouring you both half glasses. You cheers, taking the first drink together and savoring the sweet taste. “I didn’t expect you to like sweet wines.”

“I indulge from time to time, besides it was a gift from my ma.”

“Aww, Dynamight the mama’s boy.” You giggle, grabbing a fresh strawberry and popping it into your mouth. “Oh hush, she gets these kinds of things for free and knows I’ll actually use them.” He’s close, using his elbows to lean on the counter.

“So don’t always do this?” You can smell his cologne.

“Do what?” He can smell your perfume.

“Being pretty girls to your apartment.” The scents colliding are an intoxicating concoction.

“Only pretty girls I like.” A strawberry is held cautiously between his fingertips, held between your space. “You like me, Katsuki?” A rather silly question on your part, he wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

“I do, princess.” He slowly bites into the juicy fruit, keeping his eyes on you.

The sudden bass and rap of his voice along with the intense eye contact fill you with a sudden wave of heat. The facade of small talk became harder to keep up.

It wasn’t long before Katsuki was brazen enough to lean over the counter and press his lips against yours. Your glasses of wine are soon abandoned, sloppily making out as you sit on his pristine countertop. He stood between your legs, hands crawling across your back and hips as you pant into each other mouths.

Soon, you’re both stumbling down his spacious corridor and into his dimly lit bedroom. He lets you go, turning to close the door as you take in your surroundings. Once the door is shut his attention is back to you, frantic hands roaming over each other skin, pulling at the almost offensive fabrics that keep your bodies apart.

Your clothes are eventually scattered among his own on the bedroom floor as Katsuki gently lowers your naked bodies into his fresh sheets. Cradling your head as he brushes his lips along your jaw and neck. You shiver under his touch, calloused hands running along your soft skin, cupping your breast, and rolling your hardening nipples.

You mewl under his touch, legs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. His teeth nip at your jaw, lowering to nip and suck marks into the skin of your neck. Your hips buck against each other, his hardening cock jumping against your dripping cunt.

It was becoming too much. you whine, pulling his attention away from your neck.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His words are followed by more gentle kisses. “Want you, ‘suki.” you pout, eyes watering dramatically. “You want more, baby?” You nod, lips still stuck in a pathetic-looking pout. His right hand moves to your jaw, pinching the bone between a few, thick fingers.

“Use your words.” His voice is strong, and commanding. Yet, loving and soft. “I want more, ‘suki.” He smiles at your muffled words and presses a wet kiss onto your puckered lips. “I’ll give you more then, princess.”

Your jaws sore when he lets go, the feeling of his fingers still remnant in their wake. Your legs fall slack as the blond kisses down your torso, from the valley of your breast to the bottom of your navel. He follows the trail back up and down once more, staring you in the eye.

His eyes shift down for a moment, a wolfish grin forming on his face. “You’re dripping, baby.” He cooes making your skin flush. another whine leaves your throat as you tear your gaze away, trying to focus on the ceiling above you. “No no, look at me.”

“Good. Look at me, baby.” His right hand moves from rubbing at your hips, to gently caressing your skin until his thumb lands on your clit. Your thighs quiver at the sudden contact, your gaze locked on him. Thumb lowers to collect the juices from your cunt, making a show as he brings the digit to his mouth to taste you.

You’re infatuated with the godly figure before you. His pale skin glistens with sweat, muscles unintentionally flexed as he lewdly moans around his fingers at your taste. “‘s so good, princess. You taste so fuckin’ good.”

He makes of show of it, wickedly at your already blissed-out appearance. “So damn sweet, soakin’ my sheets.”

Your eyes follow him as he descends between your legs once more, harshly biting the plump skin before soothing it with kisses.

You’re so caught in your own pleasure, the shock of his fingers prodding your cunt forces a gasp. His free hand moves your thighs onto his shoulders as he stares you down. “Can I?”

One thick finger breaches your cunny slowly, gently pushing in before pulling out. He follows the motions a few times, watching as you gush around his finger. Soon, another is added. Carefully, thrusting into your pussy as he presses kisses to your clit.

You writhe at his ministrations, fighting to keep your eyes focused on the man before you.

He sets a slow and mind-numbing pace, slowly thrusting in and out. The sounds of your slick coating his fingers and your breath moans a chorus to him.

“Yeah? Feel good, princess?” He teases, gaze fixed upon your pleasure-ridden face. Your mouth is agape as strained moans are pulled from your aching chest. He was breaking you apart in two fingers, stretching you open and preparing you for his cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby? ‘M gonna stretch you open like a good girl deserves.” He declares, mainly to himself. Too lost in how your walls greedily suctioned his fingers back in.

Bakugou carefully leans down to lap at your clit, eliciting a soft cry and an arch of your back. He shuts his eyes as he savors the taste he was beginning to yearn for, suckling your poor neglected clit.

“Katsuki!” You shout, digging your nails into the pillow behind you. “Katsu—fuckk! Please, fuck me, baby! I need you so badly, need your cock so bad!”

He’s devoted to searing your taste into his mind. Messily coating his face and your cunny with a thin layer of wetness. Soon, he’s haphazardly withdrawing his fingers from your salacious cunt, against your protests to taste you further.

Spikes of blond hair bob between your legs, his tongue delving between your folds making you whimper and writhe. His hands grab a hold of your ass, holding you close to his face so you wouldn’t escape. Your back arches from the comforter, keening into his touch.

“God!” You cry as you fall back onto the sheets, fingers grasping for anything to clutch. His pace never falters, gratefully drinking your slick that spilled into his awaiting tongue, then swirling it around your throbbing clit.

“Kat—fuck! Baby—Katsuki!” Your body felt electric, an almost buzzing sensation that erupted from your pelvis and spread through your body. Your wanton moans are loose into the air, eyes shut as your head is tossed back.

You were a gorgeous statuette of pleasure.

You felt as if you bit off more than you could chew. Going out with a pro hero was already anxiety-inducing enough, practical criminal, allowing him to lure you to his apartment with promises of a nightcap, and now naked and wriggling beneath him was driving you to insanity.

And he's not even inside of you yet.

The maddening way his tongue circled your aching clit, inscribing his name into the bud. His blunt nails digging into the meat of your ass, keeping you relatively grounded. His tongue unrelenting stimulating your soaked pussy pushed you to your first orgasm.

A sudden wave of pleasure and the ever-growing pit in your stomach unravels through your body. You grip his hair, keeping Katsuki’s mouth in place as your hips buck into the pleasure. You loudly cry out his name, and a few tears roll down your cheeks as you cum.

He groans into your cunt, eyes rolling at the sweet taste of your cum. His hands rub your skin, easing away any pain left behind by his grip. Slowly, you open your eyes, chest still heaving.

“‘Suki,”

He pulls away, the lower half of his face soaked with slick and spit.

“M’yeah?” You can’t even think of what to say, just laying your head back to catch your breath. “You alright, baby?” You nod, still returning from your high. Katsuki crawls up to face you, a soft smile on his lips. “You look so pretty.” He cups your cheek, running his thumb along the soft skin.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He quirks a brow, a smirk on his face. “Yeah? I’ll fuck you, baby.”

“I promise, I’ll fuck you real good.” He captures your lips, sharing the taste of you once more. Your tongues are quick to entangle as you pant into each other's mouths.

Your fingers naturally gravitate to his blond hair, keeping him close as you kiss. Your bodies move together as you grind against one another, his hard cock leaking pre cum against your stomach. You’re both growing increasingly needier, rutting and panting like dogs in heat.

Katsuki breaks from the grinding, settling himself between your thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against your clit, spreading his precum as he teases you.

“You want it?”

“I want it, ‘suki.” His grin is wolfish at the nick, happily dragging his cock from your clit to press at your fluttering hole. He groans at the warmth and wetness, your dripping cunt already leaking onto him.

A pathetic high-pitched whine leaves your open mouth as his thick, heavy cock slowly bullies into your heat. Pushing deep into your plush, warm walls. Katsuki is slow, taking his time to ease you into the feeling. His lips are on your breast, kissing and nipping the soft skin.

“More, please.” You whine, your hands moving to hold onto his back. His hips increase in pace, still slow as you hiss once he draws back.

Katsuki slowly molds your tight pussy to his cock, stretching you open to only accommodate him. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his back only encourages him to thrust faster, making you cry out his name. Your cunt loudly gushes around his heavy cock, spilling syrupy juices down your skin.

“God damn, this pussy—fuck—you’re s’fuckin’ tight.” He grits out, grabbing your leg and pushing it back to the mattress. The change of angle causes you to lurch forward, your hands pushing at his shoulders. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” You shout, as his throbbing cockhead smushes against your cervix.

He’s back to sucking your tits, leaving spit-soaked freckled hickeys in his wake. You’re still adjusting to his size, the sudden change in position driving him deeper into your guts.

He’s pressed himself closer against you, his pelvis adding stimulation to your nice neglected clit. You throb around him and cry, fat tears slipping from your eyes. “Y’feel that, baby? I’m so deep in this pretty pussy. Y’feel me in yer tummy, does it feel good, baby?” You’re incoherent, only capable of breathless moans and sobs.

“You look so pretty, all fucked out ‘cause o’ me. Tell me, baby, do I feel good?” His hand cruelly comes down to press on the slight bulge in your stomach, causing your poor cunt to twitch around him. “‘s too much!” You cry out, pushing against him to no avail.

“Too much? You can take it, princess. Can’t ya’?” His pace suddenly grows rough, hips slamming into yours as he fucks into your cunny. He pressed your other leg to the mattress, forcing his cock all the way inside.

You’re mindless. Eyes rolled back into your skull, unintelligible moans and clawing at his skin. The rooms full of thick, humid air, the sounds of your squelching cunt, and a chorus of moans. Bakugou savors this image, in case he may never get the chance to see you again.

He caresses all of the right places inside of you, each thrust full of never-ending pleasure. His wicked tongue in your nipples and sinful roll of his hips push you to the edge. Like a burning fuse, slowly trailing all the way to a firework.

“Y’close baby? Don’t worry, you can cum for—fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet—cum for me.”

Katsuki’s thrust increases to a maniacal speed, jostling you around his mattress without care. He was chasing his orgasm now, keeping you secure beneath he ruts into you. Heavy balls slapping against your asshole, the rough feeling of public hair against your soaked cunt. You can’t think let alone protest before he’s spilling his cum deep inside of your womb.

Katsuki keeps himself buried inside of you as he changes position, opting to hold you instead. You’re both panting as if you’ve run a marathon, hearts racing and skin coated in sex and sweat. You lay in silence, catching your breath for just a moment.

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinkin’ ’bout leavin’.” He mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. You breathlessly giggle against his chest, shaking your head. “I can’t feel my legs, Katsuki.” He smiles, cheering to himself.

“How about we clean up and get some rest? I’m beat.” A yawn cuts you off as you agree, alerting you to how exhausted you truly are. Katsuki kisses your forehead. “Get some sleep and tomorrow, we can continue this date. That sound nice?” You nod again, and slowly drift to sleep.

“Good. Stay here and look pretty, I’ll run a bath.”

[beneathashadytree]

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[writtenbyjeanofarc]

⋆𐙚₊ SILENCE IS COMPLIANCE. ˚⊹♡

that boy is a monster <3

˚ · .─ genre: psychological horror, thriller, smut, porn with plot.

˚ · .─ pairing: Johan Liebert x You (Fem! Reader)

˚ · .─ warnings: guilt tripping, facefucking, stalking and sexual harassment (on Johan’s end), fingering, slight praise and degradation, oral sex (you giving), sadist! top! Johan, implied threats of blackmail. Johan is unpleasant to be around as always, but HE IS HAVING FUN.

˚ · .─ summary: You, a renowned private detective working alongside Richard Braun, happen to be overwhelmed with a lingering sense of guilt that was almost painful to get rid of. It may have been your conscience taking over you after your subordinate Mr. Braun called you by the phone, confirming that your plan to execute 17-year old Stephan Joos was successful. As his superior, it was your responsibility to command a group of detectives on whether executing the accused was an option in the first place. The fear of having your name tarnished as a trusted detective befalls you, even more so when a mysterious man who has been keeping tabs on you pays you a visit.

Johan currently has plans for killing off Schuwald and anyone close to the tycoon. Because of your affiliation with Schuwald, he also happens to take an interest in you for the time being after knowing you were hired alongside Mr. Braun to investigate a “suicide.” Performing a deep dive on your position over Mr. Braun, you never knew all would be too late for you as Johan knew about the enabler behind a teenager’s death, and it was none other than you — Detective [Name].

˚ · .─ author’s note: This takes place after the death of Richard Braun. The most disturbing fact about this is that Johan’s basically just killing time here. He’s beyond evil and as we all know, this man is a walking red flag but red is my favorite color. Also, do note that I forgot most of the events in Monster, which prompted me to search up the Wiki to get caught up. So don’t be surprised if there are any plotholes. I tried my best. I now have to take a shower with how nasty I felt writing this. Who doesn’t want to see our man facefucking reader? Right. Anyhow, enjoy.

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Droplets of rain cascaded down the streets of a hollow, yet bustling town in central Germany. Ashy smoke polluted the air, if not filled, allowing you to take a whiff of what it was truly like to be in a place so dynamic, yet irresponsibly handled by authorities. On your way home, a different type of clutch has weighed in your chest — the feeling of someone’s ghost haunting you to the depths of your heart, mind, and soul. If not a ghost, then a gut instinct, a heavy one at that, pleading you guilty of a crime you indirectly committed. It was as if a pitch black hole of dread was looming over your eyesight, tracking you down until you were about to end up having a heart attack.

So you drew in a deep breath, taken aback by your pointless worries, and asked yourself: Why feel such if the guilt I’ve been experiencing has not been backed up by witnesses? Perhaps if my plan was to be discovered, the blame wouldn’t be put on me, but Richard. After all, he was the one who explicitly murdered Stephan.

On a brighter note, working as a renowned private investigator did not just pay you well. You were a superior, a senior figure, at best. Reaping the rewards you sowed from almost a decade of hard work, you collaborated with skilled professionals with great respect carried with your name. From closing cases and bringing justice, everyone of those victims you saved look up to you. You always paraded yourself as a knight in shining armor, because cleansing the world off of its taint was what you believed you did best.

Yet here you are, hands trembling as you slowly unlock the door leading to your apartment. Soaking wet from the rainfall, you sigh of relief, stripping yourself off of the protective raincoat your mother gave you. It was about 6:00 in the evening.

You could remember hearing about Richard’s death all too well, yet can’t identify who drove him to kick his own bucket. At first, you suspected the man who often hung around children — perhaps he murdered your subordinate, or maybe convinced him to drink up to a point where he couldn’t tolerate its toxicity. A part of you wanted to despise the man after he may have been responsible for your subordinate’s death. So you took a whole bottle of alcohol from your kitchen in hopes of letting your guilt fade, in hopes that your drunken state would absolve you of any sin you were responsible for causing.

Maybe if you called up your subordinate Richard asking how he was doing after murdering Stephan, maybe he wouldn’t have taken his own life. But tonight was no use dwelling on such, for you had to focus on getting drunk after every ounce of guilt thrown your way. After finishing a whole bottle of whiskey in the dining room, a plethora of intrusive thoughts began to overtake you as you made your way to bed.

The worst scenario you envisioned was becoming involved in a “scandal” that cost you your career, potentially endangering your reputation as a trusted detective. Another thought was receiving consequences in the next life for your plan to execute Stephan Joos without due process — no one pleading guilty, and definitely no chance for him to share his side of the story. You may have had a strong sense of justice, but a lingering smoke of conscience came with this gift. You didn’t know what to make of it. Regardless, you feared that the guilt would eat you away, leaving you with nothing but misery in the potentially evident afterlife.

However, the last thought was something you wanted to brush up against most. All you could think of was Mr. Braun’s warning to you regarding a peculiar young man that often hung around by the nearest orphanage. You always suspected the blonde, clad in a turtleneck and a loose brown suit paired with pants of similar fabric. Mr. Braun claims that the man’s got something planned for your mentor, Hans Georg Schuwald. But something didn’t sit right with you the moment you dreamt of his touch. You definitely didn’t want to think about it, though you can feel moisture well up in your designated area from the thought of him defiling your dignity.

Naturally, you’d want to avoid this man at all costs, and instead, focus further on investigating Fahren’s suicide. However, like Richard, you also suspected him to be a significant part of the case you were hired to solve. Perhaps he ordered professional killers to induce suicide within the victim’s will, or that he manipulated them to his will himself. Either way, you were preoccupied with putting an end to this man‘s life, as ironic as it sounds, while also absolving yourself of the sins left upon you by the now deceased Richard.

What if I’m not doing my job the way it should be done? What if I failed to meet the victims’ expectations? Am I being complicit to the fact that my subordinate put that teenager down like a rabid dog? Maybe if I didn’t push Richard to kill that young man, I wouldn’t behave as if a shotgun aimed straight to my heart…..

The clock hit 9:00 late night; your body fell unconscious hours ago, having lost track of time. You were placed in no other state but a deep sleep — no thoughts plaguing your head this time, with definitely no sense of urgency. You laid in bed bare, leaving you to fall prey under anyone opportunistic enough to take you in.

But you didn’t care. Your home was yours to live by. You lived on your own. After your parents granted you permission to move out, this apartment was the only choice you had. You didn’t tell anyone of where you lived, not even the colleague closest to you at this very moment. So it would be impossible for someone to track down your whereabouts at night this late, right?

Your momentum was ruined the time your telephone rang. Despite it being in the living room, its tone was loud and clear that you jolted awake, only to hear a couple of sounds overwhelming your hearing. The first sound was the ringing outside your bedroom, along with a doorbell that was deafening enough to awaken a neighboring apartment.

“Huh—Who…..who could it……be???“, you stammered, getting up from a drunken state and nearly stumbling to the floor. “C-coming…..!!!”

Rubbing your eyes, you got up and about while rushing to the main door. Undoing every lock, you slowly reached out to the knob, twisting it, only to be greeted with a man who seemed friendly and polite.

“Ah, my apologies,” the man laughed. “…..How rude of me to interfere in such a questionable hour. Johan Liebert, ma’am. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you as I’ve heard of your meaningful contributions to one of Germany’s best investigation teams.”

“Johan……that was his name?” you thought.

Johan continued to speak.

“Pardon me for my sudden intrusion, but I didn’t know the senior of this team was such a busy woman. I should have paid you a visit some other time.”

“N-No, it’s fine,” you replied with hesitation. “Come on in, I can make us a cup of tea.”

“Oh?” he spoke once more. “In that case, I’d love to be indulged.”

Without warning, Johan stepped foot inside your apartment unprovoked. You had the slightest idea of what he was up to, but you didn’t really care. You were half tipsy, after all.

Footsteps were heard as the main door closed, locking you both inside your apartment. You went straight for the cupboard, preparing two cups of tea for the both of you. Silence filled the air — it was almost awkward to know that you two barely spoke in the middle of it all.

You preferred your tea a little sweet, so adding some sugar didn’t really take away its appeal. After welcoming your guest with chamomile tea, the two of you shared a table, pulling the chairs out in order to accommodate each other’s presence. The atmosphere was so tense, it left you slightly lightheaded, but it wasn’t like it mattered to you.

Sipping your cup, you wanted to initiate a conversation with the young man in front of you. However, as soon as you were about to utter a word, Johan interjected.

“Not a bad night, eh?”

“Not so much.” you replied. “I just got home after an exhausting day of work. Ah, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. Name’s [Name].”

“I know.” Johan reassured, smiling. “I’ve heard you were responsible for investigating a series of murders in this town. Quite the skilled investigator, I must say. It is to no surprise you’ve been voted as the team’s senior.”

You didn’t answer, leaving the room filled with silence as he continued to drink from his cup.

“See, I’m a law student who’s been researching a case for my report. I happened to discover that you were involved in the murder of a young boy named Stephan Joos, as he was executed by Mr. Braun. Is this true?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, walls being put up as a defense to what Johan has disclosed to you. You wanted to end this man’s life right here, only to find out you didn’t have your gun. You were about to make an alibi and leave the table, but Johan saw right through your plan, stopping you.

“Aha, well…..” you laughed. “That isn’t true. In fact, it was Mr. Braun who chose to murder that young man. I even have a recording of him telling me he chose to murder that man in cold blood. I, his superior, had nothing to do with that act. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“

“No, no, Miss [Name]…..” Johan reassured, his palms signaling that you stay where you were. “It’s no big deal. I’m not trying to antagonize you, I was just trying to confirm my findings.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s all you need to know.” you stammered. “Ah, I need to go to the bathroom, it’s just that—“

“Oh?” Johan raised an eyebrow. “Never mind. Of course you may, my apologies for the sudden reaction.”

Without hesitation, you retreated from the table and rushed to your room, unarmed and helpless. Johan’s smile dropped, arousing his suspicion on what you got planned for him. In turn, you searched through the closet in search for a gun you could use against Johan. After retrieving it, you kept the gun in your left pocket, in hopes of defending yourself against the man you suspected was a culprit behind Fahren’s suicide.

Sweat dropped from your forehead, your frail figure trying to keep things cool despite sitting eye to eye with Johan’s seemingly dangerous presence. After calming yourself down, you drew in deep breaths and kept yourself composed. It wasn’t like he was a mere stranger to you. Your subordinates have told you numerous observations about Johan, and it was just his name that you didn’t have any clue of. You only witnessed him in the orphanage where you and Braun were conducting investigations, but never had the chance to actually talk to him. Until…..

Three loud knocks came at your bedroom door, prompting you to snap out of a trance. Despite your fear, you stood up with confidence, hiding the gun in your pocket. You were armed now, so there wasn’t any need to worry much, right?

Opening the door, you found Johan still in his friendly facade, now smiling before your figure looking like a hot mess.

“Ah, Johan, what brings you here?” you asked. “I just told you I was going to the bathroom.”

“You’ve spent a long time there, so I decided to check up on you. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, things are going well. Now let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Of course.” Johan replied.

On your way back to the dining room, you suspected Johan to have caught you red-handed, but brushed it off for the time being. It’s not like he was smart enough, or invasive even, to sneak into your room unraveling the truth behind your escape. Right?

“Anyhow, please enlighten me about the victim, Stephan Joos. Do you know of any evidence that defined his upbringing? Any clues of his whereabouts? It’s impossible that you wouldn’t know of his name. You worked alongside Mr. Braun, after all.”

“Ah—yeah. Well, as a senior investigator, yes, I do know of his roots. That teenager has been subject to the abuse brought about by that place……Kinderheim 511. That place was hell on Earth, I would be better off not uttering its name.” you laughed. “So…..is that all you need to know, Mr. Liebert?”

Johan lets out a satisfactory hum, yet unconvinced in your delivery of words. He applauded you for knowing the case by heart, but he had a sneaking inkling that you, the superior, were hiding something highly significant to his findings.

“But did that give you the right to issue a murder without a warrant of arrest?” Johan’s voice darkened, with a hint of curiosity oozing from his words. Still, it was threatening enough that you took it as a personal attack. “Were you absolutely uninvolved in Mr. Braun’s pursuit for killing that young boy, uninvolved enough to let your subordinate do as he pleases?”

“What the hell are you mumbling about now?” you asked, raising your voice in defense of Johan's provocation. “I was never responsible for Stephan’s murder. You think there’s more to it than I know? You’re nothing but a young man pulling off an accusatory statement to tarnish my name. Are you not ashamed, Mr. Liebert? I can get you locked up in no time for putting the blame on me. I’m innocent. Mr. Braun’s guilty. I had absolutely nothing to do with—”

“You talk too much, [Name].” Johan interjected, his smile dropping in annoyance to your constant blabbering. “Still, defending yourself when on the verge of tears isn’t going to absolve you of your sins. Do you think your guilt will disappear when you lie?”

“No—!!!” you yelled.

“You orchestrated the murder of Stephan Joos, and you knew exactly what you were doing. Did I get it right?”

You stood up, pulled out your gun, holding Johan at gunpoint.

“……And what if I did, then?! What will you do about it?” you blurted out, defenseless as you gripped the gun with brute force. “I’ll kill you right here and then. You’re going to be held guilty for Fahren’s suicide, and eventually Schuwald will be informed of your plan!”

“Resorting to violence on a whim now, [Name]? Killing me won’t erase the lies you’ve told your victims from the moment you stepped foot into such a position. They’ll eventually know of your sins, then you’ll have no other choice but to choose the easy way out, and that is death.” Johan responded, as calm as he always was.

As you pulled the trigger without warning, you stopped dead in your tracks, realizing nothing came out of the gun. It was like your heart skipped a beat at that very moment. A fatal mistake, you would say. You were out of bullets, leaving you with no other choice but to dial the police force in hopes of capturing Johan.

“No, it won’t shoot!!!! Why?!!!”, you thought.

Johan stood up, walking straight up behind you, almost as if he was circling you — he’s watching your every move, and you knew he was doing an incredibly good job at it. You wanted to run from your own home, yet didn’t know where the telephone was as your body decided to freeze.

“Out of bullets?” Johan chuckled, gently snatching the gun off your hands as your subconscious complied with letting the unloaded gun free of your reach. He placed the gun at your front, and from behind, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears. Eventually, he landed both his hands on your shoulders.

“By the way…..when will you be seeing your colleagues again? Tomorrow, perhaps?” he asked, restoring his friendly tone. “Don’t you feel guilty for the murder of your subordinate? If it weren’t for your plan to execute Stephan Joos, Mr. Braun would’ve still been alive.”

A part of you wanted to succumb under Johan’s unwanted touch, another side of you wanted to resist. As Johan’s right hand ended up groping your breast, you immediately thought of coming up with a solid response — you didn’t want to be found out for what you did, but you knew Johan was capable of spilling the beans.

“H-How do you know all this…..?!” you asked, still clinging onto your pride and refusing to back down. “L-let go!!!”

“How do I know?” Johan replied, his left arm hovering downward to wrap around your waist. “By keeping in touch with your colleagues, of course.”

“How…..how long have you been watching me???”

Johan chuckled once more. “Why don’t you find out?”

Suddenly, you had to resist his sudden intrusion by pushing him away. It’s not like you wanted to be touched by Johan in any way, and tonight was definitely not the time to have your way with a man like him.

“I was thinking of letting your colleagues know about your little secret, but I’ve got other plans up my sleeve.” Johan proposed. “If you don’t want rumors getting out, then I don’t suggest choosing to resist.”

“Huh?!” you protested. “No, just no…..You can’t just pay me a visit and reveal this to my comrades!!!”

“Hm? As I mentioned, if you don’t want your secret getting out, you shouldn’t be in a place to resist. After all, you’re looking for a way to be expelled from Germany’s best investigation team.” Johan murmured, in a voice almost sultry. His right hand moved down past your trousers, palming your damp cunt with his huge, pale hands.

“N-no!!!! Please, I’ll…..fine!!! I’ll do anything you say, please, just don’t inform anyone of this!!!”

“As I thought…..” Johan’s tone remains dark, his fingers tinkering with your entrance without much effort. Swiping a finger across your folds, he gathered a reasonable amount of slick past them, up until he found your clit soaked in even more moisture. “You know…..you’re quite adorable when you squirm in such sensitive fashion, don’t you think, [Name]?”

“Ah! No!!!”, you yelled, jolting your body off of Johan and attempting to run towards the telephone. Dialing the police force was your last resort, so you ran away and looked out for the telephone. But since your body was programmed to function at fight-or-flight, your eyes wandered aimlessly, searching for the item that was out of your reach.

“It’s no use,” Johan smiled. “How do you file a report on a man who doesn’t even exist?”

“What is it that you want?! Wasn’t that enough? What have I done to deserve this? I’m onto you, kid! You’re going to tell me everything there is to know about your plans! So who are you? Who are you??!! Tell me!!!”

Johan sighed.

“What is it that I want?” he replied, moving inches closer to you. “To impose punishment.”

“It’s not like—it’s not like you’re some type of God!! You can’t—you can’t just…..let me do as you say if it means protecting my reputation! It’s not like you know everything that happened….. Do you?!” you yelled, taking steps backward and having you trip by the furniture of your own living room.

Your body aching from the pain after you fell to the floor face first, Johan approached you, reaching his hand out and intending to help you up.

“You should’ve been more careful, [Name].” Johan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to carry your frame. “Here, let me help you.”

“Hands off me, you filthy piece of shit!”

“Oh?” Johan spoke softly, his hand now on your scalp, stroking it with his thumb. “I guess I really don’t have a choice, don’t I? I’ll just have my way with you if it means granting your wish, [Name]. Besides, you’re fairly beautiful, looking the way you do. It’d be a shame if we don’t spend such a grand night together.”

“Bastard!” you yelled. “Let go!!!

Johan ignored your pleas as he lifted you up bridal style, leading you to the bathroom and bringing you down to the floor where you struggled to get up. Your hair was unkempt as your pajamas happened to be soiled by dirt. Locking the door, you were left restrained by the bathroom’s tight little space, with no other place to retreat to.

“Somebody, help!!!”

“There is no paradise that awaits you, [Name]. Constantly running and falling to move past your sins won’t erase them. You’ll forever be tainted, and your actions are the one to blame.”

Johan crouched to your eye level as he began to tilt your chin up. Looking elsewhere, he began speaking once more, breaking the silence.

“Hm, you’ve always interested me the moment I entered university for the time being. You’ve always been really close to Schuwald, after all.” Johan spoke. “He even paid your dues for studying there, how sweet of him.”

“….He’s like….. a father…..to me.” you replied, slightly shedding tears out of desperation to get out of this situation. “Why…..what’s it to you……..???”

“Schuwald amuses me.“ Johan said, letting you go. See, I won’t reveal what I got planned for those close to him. There’s just more to your background that I know.”

“Just…..why……???” your body shaky as you attempted to get up, only to fail under Johan’s height blocking your view. “How long have you been watching me for?!”

“Three months. All I know is that you graduated from the same university I was attending, and that you moved out from your parents in less than a month.”

Your eyes widened at the information fed to you due to how accurate it was, but regardless, you let him continue.

“A Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, certifications from online programs held in Munich’s western block, and on top of it all, a Mid-Senior detective hired by several professionals in the industry of public and private investigation.” Johan announced, looking down at you with a seemingly false sense of humility. “Did I get it right?”

He held you still despite your futile attempts to resist him once more. Because you were slightly drunk, it was easy for Johan to take advantage of you right there and then, defiling you completely without a chance of atonement for your sins.

“N-no!!!!” you blurted out in defense, even if you knew he did understand your background correctly.

“Stay still, [Name]. You wouldn’t want to risk getting this secret out.” Johan smiled, unzipping the hem of his pants and reaching out for something hidden from your reach. “I suppose this is all you’ll hear from me. Just letting you know that I’ve been familiar with you from the time I entered Germany. There’s no other way to put it.”

“What are you planning?!” you asked. “It better not be you trying to blackmail me.”

“Do you really think I’d care enough to expose your crimes?” Johan asked, still maintaining a smile despite tilting your chin up with his finger. “Perhaps I’ll only do so if you refuse my advances.”

“…..And what do YOU want this time?!” you stammered.

“Don’t play dumb, [Name]. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Johan teased, letting out a smirk that hinted at everything but genuine. “You’re quite the eager professional yourself, I mean you never hesitated to order a murderer around, right? Why would you hesitate to please someone in exchange for cleaning up the problems you created?”

You froze dead on the spot, accepting your fate as Johan reached out for the roots of your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he let his cock spring free.

“Such a tainted, desperate little girl who never weighed in the consequences of her actions.” Johan said with a blissful expression plastered on his face. “You should’ve been more ashamed of yourself. A senior investigator, staying silent in the face of a juvenile facing serious accusations of a crime? How will you look your colleagues in the eye tomorrow? Isn’t their senior a complicit pawn in the murder of an innocent child, hiding behind an empty bottle?”

Without further explanation, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, his other hand stroking his cock as its silhouette rested over your face. “But it’s all over. You’re going to seek atonement for the crimes you’ve committed, and that is by threatening me with a good time. Besides, you’re pretty much adorable on your own. A beautiful girl like you should feel grateful for stumbling across someone who openly shows an interest in her endeavors.” Johan’s voice is rather dark this time, exuding an eerie feel that sends shivers down your spine.

Your jaw dropped as you froze as a response to the sudden change in Johan’s treatment. Guiding his cock into your mouth, you wanted to curse, resist, and avoid his gaze as you were about to be facefucked by a monster before your very eyes.

Trying to maintain a sense of balance, you grabbed a fistful of his pants while he grabbed a fistful of your hair. Your head bobbed back and forth in varying tempos as he was in control of the scene, pushing you to comply with the pacing he liked. It felt dirty having to stumble upon a man as unsettling as he was, where his seemingly soft whispers have prompted you to believe he was harmless. Johan Liebert was his name, you thought…..and while you hated his guts, a part of you wanted to just give in to his wishes, if it meant not disclosing your plan to kill 17-year old Stephan Joos.

While taking him into your mouth, you began palming your cunt in hopes of fulfilling a favor bestowed onto you. You couldn’t speak against his remarks, so all you did was suck him off to his benefit.

Johan, on the other hand, chuckled at your pitiful state, sighing in pleasure from the flames he started. Sounds of wet, sloppy meat slapping against skin and suckling echoed throughout the area, it would be almost a crime to get caught in the act.

“Go on, [Name], do it for your future.” Johan spoke in his usual nasal tone, the sounds of skin slapping against skin growing loud as time passed. He let out a satisfied hum, expressing his desire as he rocked his hips to and fro. “Show the world how desperate you are — desperate enough to prove your worth as a savior of mankind. Even if you aren’t deserving of it, it would be nice to see you try. It’s just fun seeing people like you struggle past ethical means just to prove their purity to the world.”

You only moaned around in retaliation, and in spite of the taunts you received from a pleased Johan, you were beginning to embrace the thought of pleasuring him. It felt exciting in general for you to make a man squirm just by pleasing him orally. He obviously couldn’t get enough of you, just as you couldn’t get enough of him. However, when you thought you were getting it right, he pulled you away, leaving a string of saliva from between his tip and your tongue.

“Hm…..that was….not as great as I expected.” Johan’s smile dropped. “You’ll have to do much better, [Name]. Come on, you can do it. Think of all the victims lined up before you, begging to be saved. Would they be satisfied right now, knowing their team has murdered a juvenile in the name of justice? Have you considered how it would be like getting sentenced to death if I took your dirty laundry out for the world to see?”

Catching your breath, you were taken aback by his cruelty. What were you not doing right? You thought it was a joke, but was it?

“Begin again.” Johan commanded. “Otherwise, I’ll have to scatter your sins out for your family and friends to cherish.”

In response, you reached out for the underside of his cock, getting on your knees in an attempt to play around with his balls. You tinkered with them, held them in your palm, and bent over to plant kisses on them, boldly so.

Johan chuckled lowly at your sudden move. “Such a dirty, desperate little girl willing to do anything if it means preserving her morality. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Not one bit? Wouldn’t you be taken aback if I revealed how I was secretly recording you for my benefit?”

You shook your head, suckling at his balls like your future depended on it. A hand of yours stroked his cock, twisting it so he didn’t have to jerk it off in an attempt to assist you. This sickening wish of his to take you raw was something he wanted as a means to pass the time. You were nothing more than an object, a plaything he could fuck with while plotting to control all of Germany’s economy.

“As I thought. You really have no shame, don’t you, my dear? You cling onto purity as if it’ll save you from despair?”

After sucking him off from under, you placed your tongue at the underside of his cock, moving upward to lick past his length and onto the tip. Your lips puckered in a cute manner that it left Johan with a look of surprise, which became even more surprising when he witnessed you take all of him in one go. You did your best to pleasure him in exchange for security, which you believed would be best if you deepthroated him at that moment.

Johan threw his head back at the sight of you taking him in your throat, all out of an overwhelming heat that sparked from within. Letting out a moan, he let you take the lead as you began sucking him off in a slightly rougher approach than the last one.

To regain control over your intentions, he gripped your head and kept up with the pacing you initiated. Bobbing your head back and forth once more, more saliva coated his length, leaving him aroused at the feeling of contraction building up within his lower abdomen. The heat was, in fact, so intense that it was impossible Johan had all his clothes on.

Johan’s grip tightened as your slurps began to grow more audible over time. He let out a grin, stifling his moans and urges to curse right on the spot. To rile him up even more, you placed a hand right into his length and twisted it in a way that made him react accordingly.

“Mmmmmhhhh…....!!!“ Johan groaned, his voice slightly deepening at the forceful motion of your head thrusting back and forth. Grabbing another side of your head with his other hand, Johan was about to signal that he was close. This prompted you to get a little risqué, closing in on him by deepthroating him on the spot again.

You had to draw in a deep breath after slowing down to show him how magical your throat was. Warming his cock with your mouth was all you could do if it meant protecting yourself, so what would be better than to deepthroat him with a little effort?

As you held your breath, taking all of him made him shoot ropes of cum down your throat, everything occurring as his head was thrown back. To hide his eyes rolling back, he closed them…..firmly.

Retreating from his cock, it wasn’t over yet. He loomed over you once more, taking in the sight of your tongue out as his cum coated it. As sticky its texture was, a side of the encounter also sent shockwaves of arousal within him, leaving Johan to cum all over your face without any inhibitions, whatsoever.

“Hah, that was close, [Name]. You took me so well.” Johan applauded. “No worries, I wouldn’t……tell anyone about our encounter, or the way you executed Stephan Joos. This stays between us.”

“Oh, right…..” he added. “I believe it would be best if you cleaned up after the mess you just made.”

“The mess I made? Johan, you were the one who wanted this……” you spat.

“And what if I did?” he winked. “Just because you pleased me does not mean you’ll refuse to take responsibility.”

“Huh?”

“See, I’m leaving this town. I’ve changed my mind. I no longer want to kill Schuwald and those dear to him. I’ve grown bored of this endless little game between cat and mouse.”

“What?! So you just made this all up, and came all the way to my place only to get your cock sucked dry? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” you snapped.

“Dear, you’ll find out eventually. If I let you know my past, that is.”

Confused by Johan’s statement, he squatted before you and helped you get up like a gentleman.

“Come, [Name]. There’s plenty of things I haven’t discussed with you yet regarding my report. Keep in mind that my plans for you aren’t through yet. After all, I’ve taken a liking to you that it would be a shame for us to part ways at this very moment.”

You nodded, both of you making an exit from the bathroom to talk things through. Feeling disgusted from your cum-soaked clothes, you were ushered to meet Johan in your bedroom, where he was about to demonstrate what it’s like to truly know you.

Some secrets are never meant to be revealed, indeed.

[thatdiabolicalfeminist]

obviously I have a lot of big ideas about how interventions in reported child abuse need to be dramatically different.

in a transitional phase to full family abolition, children should have the right to several options of safe places to be whenever they want to leave parents, temporarily or permanently, regardless of whether or not they justify it.

abuse education and sex education discussing consent should be a core part of education for all children. children should have access to multiple well-trained community members whom they can come to with concerns. Adults should also be required to take routine trainings on abuse and neglect; adults who want to teach, coach, counsel, or care for children should get more. All people should have basic rights to food, shelter, and the necessities of life, without requiring familial, friendship, or romantic/sexual bonds through which to get them. Disabled people should have the right to supported decision making. So should children.

children should have dramatically more physical autonomy; they should by default be allowed to choose how they dress and wear their hair and what if any extracurriculars they're involved in (and all children should have a wide array of options); they should have the right to eat, drink, and toilet as their bodies dictate and not have to beg for permission. They should have political representation on issues that affect them. Deconstructing the near-total power parents, teachers, and other adults hold over children is essential to keeping them safe.

our current court system does almost nothing to actually protect children, and in many cases children are harmed by the actions of social services, like when an abuser with near-total power over a child is tipped off that the child may have exposed them, and is free to take revenge on that child; or when a child is taken from a family whose neglect is financial in origin and placed outside their own culture to be subject to the staggering rates of abuse and neglect within the foster system.

or the fact that abused children have to choose between reporting their loved ones to get, at best, their loved ones being abused themselves and separated from them totally, and at worst intensified abuse and isolation. or, y'know, how a father with abuse allegations against him is MORE likely to get full custody than one without.

and so on and so on. the current system is primarily carceral rather than supportive in its aims and methods. the actual safety and wellbeing of the children involved feels like an afterthought, rather than a primary goal.

i do think that people in certain roles should be required to address or take to a qualified person to address reported child abuse and while I think those interventions should be very different than they are, I don't think anyone who takes on a counselling role should be exempted from doing something to ensure a child's physical and emotional safety as an immediate and urgent priority.

also, the catholic church's objection to reporting child abuse is about protecting a powerful and often abusive intensely hierarchal institution, not because the catholic church understands that reducing hierarchy and abolishing the family are better interventions than CPS.

[sssammich]

💘 supercorp bc its on brand for them

omg ok i finally have some time to write the rest of these so we're gonna tackle this one!

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

ask meme

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Lena has to chew on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing, forcing her face muscles to stay absolutely still. She covers her face with her hand, pressing her palm up to her lips as she attempts to make sense of what Alex is saying to her...to them.

She drops her hand down on her lap and is about to respond when Kara, having been equally quiet beside her on the couch, rests her elbows on her knees and asks the question that's on the tip of Lena's tongue.

"You want us to be in a pretend relationship?"

"I don't just want you two to be in a pretend relationship, I need you two to be in a pretend relationship."

"That's--"

"It can't be that hard," Alex reasons, almost talking to herself, her hands on her hips as she stands across the coffee table of Kara's apartment staring at them with a completely serious face. Lena and Kara share a shocked look with one another.

"And why not?" she challenges, unable to help herself.

"Because you two are best friends," Alex responds smoothly and stares at them expectantly. Hard to fault Alex about that. She and Kara are best friends with each other.

"Run it back again," Kara interrupts. "Explain one more time why we need to be dating."

Alex huffs, though by the way she drops to her knees in front of the coffee table, steepling her hands as she rests her elbows on the wooden surface, Lena suspects that Alex thinks that she's hooked them.

"Because the entire operation hinges on the fact that you're already in a relationship. And since this is so last minute, the most believable option we have going for you is your best friend who you already spend so much time with."

Lena tilts her head. It all makes sense, all things considered. She already spends almost all of her free time with Kara whether at her penthouse or at Kara's apartment (which, for the record, is where they are currently, and where she had been for the better part of the last three hours since finishing up some work earlier that afternoon).

"It makes sense," she says out loud, as if considering Alex's words.

"I knew you were the best Luthor out there," Alex quips, leaning forward. Lena can guess that Alex feels so close to attaining what she needs from the two of them, but Kara beside her doesn't sound as sold.

"I don't know, Alex. Don't you think we've done our fair share of deception and lying?"

Alex rolls her eyes, her hands pressed flat on the table in front of her. "Kara. You are a superhero vigilante with a secret identity. Deception and lying is literally part of your everyday life."

Kara turns to Lena for support, the corners of her lips tugged down and strained. Lena gives her a supportive albeit apologetic smile. "She has a point, darling," she says finally.

The pout on Kara's face is worth a hundred kisses to make go away, Lena thinks, but she doesn't move. "I thought you were on my side?"

"I am on your side. But so far, your sister is making good points. Even though the why is still a bit flimsy."

"I just said the operation--"

"But why does this supposed operation require Kara being in a relationship? Can't she simply be unavailable or that she's not currently in the headspace to date?" she asks, her hand placed on Kara's back, rubbing soothing circles between Kara's shoulder blades. She resists smiling when Kara leans a bit closer to her, as if Lena can't reach her. There's literally no space of distance between them already on the couch.

"Because," Alex starts. "There are going to be relatives and family friends from Kelly's side that'll be relentless--" and this is where Lena is baffled by how Alex is acting, "--to insist that they will have the best and most suitable eligible single daughter or son that's perfect for you, Kara. And you too, Lena. Don't think you'll get out of this scot-free."

Her face furrows in confusion. "Me?"

"Yes! They will, undoubtedly, ruin the wedding by trying to set both of you two up with other people, and we honestly can't have you two distract everyone from our big day."

Lena's eyes narrow at Alex whose own gaze is fixed in staring at her sister. It's an odd request, and her suspicions are raising alarms inside of her mind. Still, she keeps quiet, especially when Kara leans forward, her strong hand somehow landing on Lena's knee as she does so.

"You think we'll be distracting you and Kelly on your guys' big day?"

Lena pretends to scratch at her chin to try and cover her mouth knowing that she can just about hear the pout in Kara's voice.

"God, no. That's not--" Alex takes a deep breath as she straightens herself up from where she's kneeling by the coffee table. "Kara. It's not you two I'm worried about, it's them. They are going to make a big deal and I'm just trying to protect the both of you. And, of course, my wedding day with Kelly. And the truth of the matter is that there's no reason to wait for things to happen when we can prepare and cover all of our bases. That's all."

The truth of the matter. That's an interesting choice of words, Lena ponders, but she keeps those thoughts to herself.

Kara worries her bottom lip between her teeth even as her hand stays on Lena's knee. From the corner of her eye, she catches sight of Alex's gaze dropping to Kara's hand and Lena's leg, no doubt making a mental note of what she's seeing. But Lena's attention is pulled back to Kara who has now twisted her body to better look at Lena beside her. For her part, Lena stays in her exact position, hand on Kara's back, and waits for Kara's lead.

"What do you think?" she asks, her face serious, though something flashes in her eyes before Lena could really read what it had been.

"I think..." Lena begins to say, weighing every word that comes out of her mouth. "It's better to be safe than sorry."

Kara stares at her for a long moment, like it's just the two of them in the room, before sighing and leaning back, suspending Lena's hand between her back and the couch. Lena doesn't mind in the slightest, instead lets the tips of her fingers gently scratch Kara's back.

"That's all?" Kara asks, this time the question directed to her sister.

Lena turns her face enough to witness how Alex strains from smiling too wide when she nods emphatically and says, "That's all. That's it."

The longest five seconds seem to pass over all three of them until Kara sighs. "Fine. We'll do it."

Alex struggles to keep her fist pump under control and Lena wants to roll her eyes.

"Great. Figure out whatever cover story you two think will work the best. Remember, closer to the truth works best."

"I think we'll figure it out just fine, Alex," she comments, her voice taking on an airy tone. "It's not the first time we've had to give a cover story."

Alex nods again before rising to her feet. "Right, right. Okay, I'm gonna go home to the missus, and you two can work on your cover story."

Kara's just about to get up when Alex stops her. "You stay put, I'll let myself out. Have your story figured out by brunch this weekend. Sound good?"

She and Kara glance at one another before returning their focus on Alex. With her free hand, she offers a mock salute just as Kara nods up at her sister.

When Alex shuts the door behind her and leaves the two of them still on the couch, it's Kara who breaks first, tugging at Lena's arm from behind her so she can perch it around Kara's shoulder, their fingers tangled by Kara's bicep, before slumping further down on the couch with a loud exhale. She rests her head on Lena's shoulder, and Lena places a soft kiss on the crown of her head.

"You know, she used to be so much better at lying. Like I didn't even know she worked for a shadow government organization."

Lena chuckles, despite herself, and pulls Kara closer to her. "She was laying it on rather thick, I thought."

Kara tilts her head up, her ear resting on Lena's shoulder as their faces sit only a few short inches apart.

"Good work on the pouting, though. I think you really sold it."

The sleepy smile on Kara's face widens into a proud one. "You like that? I was really considering the waterworks but I think I would have given it away if I did."

"Mm, probably."

"You're a little actress yourself, Luthor," Kara comments with barely contained laughter. "Better safe than sorry. Pfft. You were practically having Alex eat out of the palm of your hands with how much you were agreeing with her. So devious."

"If there's anything Lex ever taught me, it's having the theatrical range."

Kara snorts before shuffling to sit back up. "How mad do you think Alex will be when she finds out that we're already dating?"

Lena shrugs, thinking about all of Alex's possible reactions. "Oh, I'm sure she'll never let you live it down."

"Us, babe," Kara says, leaning forward, the tips of their noses brushing with each other. "She'll never let us live it down."

"She shouldn't assume then," Lena answers before closing the remaining gap between them. Their lips slotting perfectly in place pressed against each other. It's still new, this feeling, but Lena thinks that she'll never tire of it.

Her breath hitches when she feels Kara's strong hand release her fingers only to grip her nape, followed by the smirk she knows is on Kara's lips.

"Wanna figure out our cover story in bed?"

She raises a brow, but Kara just shrugs. "So is that a no?"

Lena rolls her eyes before wrapping her arms around Kara's neck as Kara carries her towards the bed.

"I was thinking we tell people it was love at first sight," Kara muses.

Lena throws her head back in laughter, just in time for Kara to place a kiss on the hollow of her throat. She thinks love at first sight is not too far from the truth at all, and didn't Alex say the closer it is to the truth, the better?

[tswhiisftteedr]

Ok, so this a character draft for an AU I'll be writing, Part 2

(basically a rip-off of one of my dr scripts, for those who know what I'm talking about.)

(The only difference between ver 1 and 2 is the noses)

(These images are available on my art account @maviscarlettie)

I also need help with figuring out this guy's name(even tho I basically already chose, but second opinions are good)!

He's twisted from monstro in pinnocio and, from what I gather, is a sperm whale.

Morven MobikMorven = a name from Celtic/Gaelic origin meaning "lives by the sea," "sea-born," or from Mhorbhairne (“the sea-gap”) Mobik = a stylized twist on Moby Dick, the iconic white whale,

Marius NereusMarius = Latin origin meaning “of the sea” or “male descendant of Mars,” Nereus = a sea god in Greek mythology, father of the Nereids; wise, ancient, and often called the “Old Man of the Sea,”

OK More AU Info

Ok, so this serious (but actually sly) guy is the house warden of Octavinelle at the beginning of the story since it takes place a year early.

He and the vice warden are 4th year and will leave for internships when the game story begins (like mentioned in post 1 NCR is now a 5 year school instead of 4)

He and Mc know each other prior to NCR, which plays into her acceptance since he will vouch for her stay.

Now, why does MC even get sent to NCR if it's not an isekai situation like the game is? Well, just in the same manner that the dark mirror chose video game yuu for some "unknown reason", our mc was chosen because they will bring great change to the school, for better or worse.

Additionally, they weren't just randomly hit by the ebony carriage and brought to the school. No! They, in fact, got the official NCR letter of acceptance/invitation to study there like every one of the students around early July.

Did she send back a letter that basically said that she would be accepting the opportunity and would be attending the school starting September while fully knowing that NCR was a boys' school? Yes.

Did she contact Morven(?) in advance about the situation since she knew of his current schooling and that he was currently Octavinelles dorm head(he became dorm head in his 3rd year)? Yes!

Anyway, they know each other, which helps her weseal her way into staying at NCR even though she is infact not a male student(Though there are a lot of factors that she and he manipulate to stronghand Crowley into accepting).

Mc is a nymph, but I kind of create my own version of what these terms mean in my story, so hardcore mythology fans don't come after me!

She is an estuary nymph, which is the offspring of a sea nymph and a river nymph. Which is very important.

Sea nymphs have powers that would best be categorized as one of a 'siren'. However, they are forever bound by the sea(well, unless you have transformation potions, but it is very unlikely that one would acquire said type of position, and you will see why)

River nymphs can change their form to be able to walk the earth without any potions as long as they are not too far from water that originates from their river/stream. A loophole to this is for one to be carrying a vial containing some of that water on their person.

Now, MC, as an offspring of both, possesses the ability to roam the earth but also uses a voice that is beyond this world~

Those legends about sirens luring sailors with enchanting songs? They're real. But the public got it wrong—they aren't merfolk. They're actually sea nymphs.

To most land folk, sea nymphs look just like merfolk. That’s why no one realizes the truth. The resemblance is close enough to cause confusion, and since humans can’t tell them apart, the nymphs stay hidden in plain sight.

Sea nymphs avoid merfolk deliberately since merfolk can tell the difference—and the nymphs don’t want their existence leaked.

Nymphs are a type of fae, no matter where they come from—sea, river, forest, even volcanoes. They don’t usually hang around other fae either, except for pixies (actually, they speak the language of pixies) Nymphs can vanish into a secret dimension known as the Nymph Realm(placeholder name). Think of it like the mirror dimension in the Halloween event or just the NCR dorms. It's another dimension superimposed on Twisted Wondeland.

Portals to the Nymph Realm are scattered across the world, disguised in nature. A nymph could lift a wave like a blank and step in, push a waterfall open like curtains, step into a seemingly ever-going fire—these are gateways to their realm.

Other beings can enter the Nymph Realm—but only with a nymph escort. And even then, each nymph type (sea, river, forest, etc.) is picky about whom they guide.

Need to travel far? Enter the Nymph Realm. It's a maze-like wonderland, but if you know the paths, you can cover vast distances in Twisted Wonderland just by using that dimension like a shortcut.

Anyways most nymps stay away from all other species; they are very secretive yet relaxed in nature, which is why they wouldn't make contact in most cases just to get a transformation potion.

If anything, if one really wants it, it will go to the more mischevious and chaos-oriented Nymphs(like mc) that roam Twisted Wonderland without a care in the world to procure some for them.

Final points:

Each nymph type has its own rules apposed on them-sea nymphs have beautiful voices but are basically merfolk, river nymphs can walk the earth but need water from their river on them do so, etc.

Mc is the stereotype 'siren' archetype (sultry, seductive, dangerous, etc.) but also somehow a gremilin who is a harbinger of chaos.

(The first bits of info can be found in this post.)

Please comment your thoughts y'all, and stay weird fam!!!

[maladaptivedaydreamhq]

one of the things i really enjoy about Sevika's character is how she's both perceptive AND gets things wrong. she maneouvres Finn's attempted coup by immediately perceiving his character and thus his motivations, and utilizes it to give her boss a reality check. she doesn't allow Silco's attempt to appeal to nostalgic notions, notions of loyalty despite his own coup being built on his willingness to cause harm to his own people for their eventual greater good, to dissuade her either way - after dispatching Finn, she advises her current Best Option that she only did this because the offer wasn't good enough, and that 'there will be others'.

she learns lessons from her fights and uses them to better herself like a cyberpunk Professor from Gilligan's Underground. her arm's equivalent of a power button goes from an external potential bullseye to an internal compartment. even gives herself a longer-range weapon so she can keep herself at a little more of a distance next time, maybe even cut through fancy Topside metal if needs be!

AND she mentally rushes into head-on confrontations with Piltover, convincing herself of advantages that don't actually hold up. the first time we see her, she's insisting that they bring the fight to a city currently vastly ahead of them in terms of scientific and technological capability, on the strength of numbers alone. Shimmer hasn't even hit the streets yet, the majority of people we see in our short walk through Zaun are not battle-ready, successful community-led armed resistance is apparently such a pipe dream that even after Silco & Co. increase the city's wealth and access to resources, they STILL have to rely on chemically enhanced children to guard their means of production.

even in s2 when the chem-baron specifies once and for all that they ain't got the numbers lady, she insists that a 1v1 is potentially winnable because their enemy isn't used to their terrain. which would have SOME merit as an argument...if it wasn't for the fact that their enemy also has ultimate control over their entire infrastructure, including the literal air they breathe. 'they don't know the first thing about fighting in the fissures' holds water for foreign invasions, for drawing an uninitiated enemy into your territory and making the battle more trouble than it's worth for them. not for your centuries-long oppressors who literally live above you and have their sticky, oppressive little fingers in all your pies.

then her last ditch attempt to rally 'everyone she can bring to the table', to gather the force she proposes to successfully battle her oppressor with...only for them to be swept up and packed away in jail with barely a sweat broken. now granted, this was done primarily by a contingent of Noxus soldiers, and we don't know for certain if she intended to head to the bridge immediately with what, 200 odd people?? or if this was more of a rallying of spirits - but it still demonstrates Sevika's less-than-realistic perspective on Zaun's chances. Sevika wants to fight. she wants to bring the battle to them, to resist with the violence she knows is necessary because they're already in a violent conflict, oppression is violence under a veneer of legitimization and she knows this intimately; she wants to believe that they have a chance to win if they give it the old college try, even though the facts prooobably don't support her belief.

Sevika, so emotionally savvy that she knows how to soothe Silco's worries over Jinx and get him back on track with that boring liberation thing they've been working on, also thinks there's a point when she will become Too Much Of A Liability for Silco and he'll drop her. she recognizes Silco's affection for Jinx but misjudges its nature and therefore its depth, doesn't realize that there's nothing, not even his own death at her hands, that could make him 'give her up'. Jinx's usefulness wasn't Silco's ultimate motivator like it was for Sevika, who, because her dedication to her cause is so strong, seems to genuinely believe that triggering a mental breakdown will push them into red line territory because Jinx's damage to that cause will be a dealbreaker for Silco like it is for her (/was? who knows where the writers' minds were in s2).

Sevika's smarter than anyone gives her credit for, while also being blinkered by her own motivations; she navigates an impossible situation with astonishing strength of character, insisting on being a dynamic player in the game and not just a passive recipient of others' machinations, but with the very real element of not having perfect judgement while she does it. she believes Silco's as dedicated as she is, i mean that's why she joins him after all - they agreed on necessary sacrifices and had the determination to make them, and the fortitude to accept the consequences of taking action in an unjust world. she believes open war is ultimately necessary, and wants to liberate Zaun so badly that she tries to get to warring faster than might strictly be advisable. she's not a general or a leader and never claimed to be, but she is a person suffering the injustice of subjugation, and that clouds her judgement in all the ways we'd expect of a woman who never claimed to be a general or a leader, yet decided with terrifying resolve to do whatever she deemed necessary to get herself and her people out of that subjugation, by hook or by crook.

in summation, i love Sevika and if she killed me i'd presume it was for a reason i'd ultimately understand and probably agree with, even if its efficacy was questionable.

[storgicbytes]

THE ANIMATION VERSUS KICKSTARTER HAS LAUNCHED !!!!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/animationversus/animation-versus

which MEANS im going to make a post detailing everything of course .

https://youtu.be/K4lvfmbMkcw?si=73cLDy92Aaron3yL

god. GOD !!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT DUDE

the game looks INSANELY good already and that's considering the game, as we see it, is supposed to release in 2028 !

it looks like it has 28 days to go to achieve its goal (and it already is doing really weel as i write this XD i mean, 14k dollars already??? god DAMN !!!)

(new art on kickstarter page! the artist cooked)

i find it INCREDIBLY cool that the lead developer of the project is the person who made the ava/m rivals of aether mod. how cool is that dude

right away from the trailer im incredibly happy they're including purple in the main cast (another purple cameo on alanspc for the win)

(i do admire the way blue is just fine with it)

the fighting kits are INSANE MAN ?? its a little surprising that orange's main moves are projectiles (which however is incredibly cool. both a throwback to anim vs. physics and (unintentional?) parallel with vic perhaps) <- (although, now reading it, it seems like the projectile objects will rotate with every move!)

green having a guitar in his kit ???? are you kidding. /vpos . i was wondering how they would optimize blue's kit but it looks SO cool dude (its likely im going to be a blue main XD)

red's kit looks interesting, especially with the shark move! its genuinely not surprising that its red who's kit currently looks best ingame lol. it's also no wonder purple's kit is best at air attacks!

the backgrounds are just. Holy hell.

the whole fact they're making like. 4 different backgrounds per Stage ??? Good lord.

and. hello??? hello? hi ???? hello ????? im Sane ???????

other notable details: its so cool to get more details on the city from up above, seeing it's so progressed. other details: "primoral descent" billboard which is a reference to dj's original comic! plus corndog guy's stand in the second bg (also we really gotta acknowledge that moon exists in the outernet sometime.)

(as im writing this the amount of money has already went up to 34k. holy hell.)

its interesting to me as well that the game's version of special attacks charge bar is a "node meter"! another one for the computer/internet references

("a node in network refers to any physical device or point that is capable of sending, receiving, or forwarding data")

which also seems like a general running theme for the fighting scene in game itself, given that those "nodes" are also seen on the art and the character's fighting profiles

it seems like the game will either feature new game-specific soundtrack or compile existing soundtrack into a batch (which is making me Squeal because im so interested in how individual soundtracks are going to be named — yes im a fan of such details XD)

the reward tiers are. hough. holy hell

beta tests ???? tco palette???? (as im guessing with sec?????) exclusive character pins??????? FUTURE DLC???????

(also, cursor lobby pet implies that there Will be a lobby. lol)

the kickstarter page also says: "Today, we have six characters that we’re excited to share with you. With your help, we’ll be able to bring even more iconic heroes and villains from AvA into the game!"

if that means we WILL eventually get rocketcorp characters + king. oh my god. oh my god.

and also. DIGITAL ART BOOK??????

(selling my kidney.)

plus. "At some of our higher tiers we're offering the opportunity to join a development meeting to see how to game is made, and the option to design your own original character stick figure in a level background!" Hello ?????

god i barely can word anything right now dude im so excited i cant stop stimming what the HELL !!!!!!!!

[deminetly]

𓏵 BETTER CR INTRO

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(this is not just a dr, Im manifesting basically this exact life into my cr and just thought to make it into a dr script too)

┆ABOUT THIS DR

Im still deciding on the country in which this dr is set since Im planning on moving away from the country I currently live in but my main options are Spain and Switzerland

set in modern times

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┆ABOUT ME

so Im still the same person and use my own face claim but I am manifesting (and also working on) bettering myself in a few ways so I scripted those changes in (healing my mental health for example)

Im a master shifter and manifestor

my vibe -

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┆S/O

dates we go on here

I imagine him having either a buzz cut or really long hair and wearing baggy, black clothes, tall and attractive (obvi). dark eyes, dark hair, a really small cutie mustache

I have a really long list of all of my expectations which I fear I wont be listing here but just imagine him being super obsessed with me (in a healthy way of course) and giving me princess treatment (duh)

random facts - he plays guitar and skates (scripted that in just so he could teach them to me lol), he has a car (just to drive me around 😛), maybe works as a car mechanic

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┆MY LIFE

nothing too special, I go to school (Im manifesting getting into a good art school in which I could study film/set design.) I have a little friend group and travel around a lot with either my mom or friends

Im thinking of starting a youtube channel in my cr so I might script that Im a bit of an influencer kind of? I post ideas, vlogs, shifting content, art content and maybe even advice of some sort

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┆HOME

when I first shift there I will still be living with my mom (and cat) in an apartment but later on I will be moving out into my own house

current home (when I first shift there) - an aparment in a somewhat busy street, big rooms and windows, I imagine our apartment having 2 stories, my room and bathroom being in the second one and the living room, kitchen, second bathroom and my moms room being in the first. I have my own bathroom with a big bath AND shower. we have a big pool outside. theres a farmers market nearby that I go to buy strawberries from every day. my room might also have a little balcony

future home - my own house in a mountain town where everyone knows everyone and we have dinner parties together where anyone that lives there is invited to every week. the house has a big garden full of life as well as a river that no one really knows of close by so i can swim alone, peacefully every day. has a cozy, whimsical, peaceful vibe to it. big windows, big rooms. also imagining 2 stories for this house. I want some sort of cool addition room like a sun room or art room with a reading nook. also loads of plants everywhere around the house

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┆SCHOOL

I go to a pretty small, old, art school (for some reason I imagine the walls as light pink and a bit cracked in case you were wondering..)

I take the normal classes (expect for physics, chemesty and geography beacuse why would I want that) + media, film and possibly creative writing

I have a best friend in my class

all the teachers are chill and nice, the school days arent too long, we dont get too much homework, the tests are easy and I enjoy the whole school experience

the vibe of the school -

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┆WARDROBE

im obviously also keeping my other clothes that I currently own (that are a whole other vibe) but I really want some cool dresses like this so thats what I added here

btw if youre interested in my current wardrobe heres a pinterest board (check the ‘mines’ section) and heres my instagram

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┆EXTRA PLACES

the river that I swim in like every day

the roof that me and my friend hang out in

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┆ACTIVITIES

writing books

making stop motion films

making short films

swimming in rivers fully clothed

putting out a hammock and reading a book

going for forest runs in dresses

seeking out fairies

leaving out gifts for fairies

singing in forests

lying on the groud while Its raining

going for runs in the rain

connecting with animals

having a secret hangout just for myself

meditating in nature

feeding ducks

going on random side quests

exploring new places

hanging with my friends

fun dates with my s/o

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┆MY ART

these are all from pinterest and Im just using them to show what kind of art I want to create

I also make short films and write books (lmk if you want to hear more about those too because this post is already too long to put it all here)

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┆TIMELINE

this is pretty messy since I am manifesting this kind of life and obviously dont know exactly when something is going to happen but Im going to move out of this country, get into a good school, meet friends and my mans❤️, all this while still living with my mom in an apartment but when I finish school I plan on moving out to my own house and being a set designer for theatres and films and maybe sort of an influencer even though I truly hate that word

[enmstorytime]

The Hike

My two best friends and I decided to take a month off to hike a portion of the Pacific Crest Trail last summer. In preparation for the hike, we gathered all of our supplies together the week before and divvied them up between backpacks. In order to give us opportunities to take walking breaks we decided to pack a light backpack, a medium backpack and a heavy backpack.

Our heavy backpack held our food, and our cooking supplies. The medium backpack held all of our night supplies: the toiletries, the tent, the camp chairs. Our light backpack held our clothes. All of our spare clothes. We liked the idea of rotating through the backpacks.

But on the second day, we stopped on a cliffside for our lunch break. I was carrying the light backpack, the one with all the clothes we brought, except the clothing we currently had on.

I don't know if I can be blamed, but my friends certainly thought I could be. I didn't place the backpack right by the cliff face, but I propped it up against a tree near the cliff face.

The small earthquake hit about fifteen minutes after we had stopped for our break. We watched the earth ripple, and held onto each other, not realizing until it was too late that our lightest backpack had slid from its pace positioned against the tree, and was inching toward the cliff face.

We watched in horror as one final ripple of the earth bounced the backpack with all our spare clothes off the side of the sheer cliff wall, down, down, down.

"Fuck," one of my friends shouted. "Goddamn, shit, fuck, fuck."

"Our clothes," the other friend stated the obvious. "That was all of our spare clothes."

"Spare clothes?" The first friend asked, "Spare clothes. Those were just our fucking clothes. Do you expect me to finish this month in the same underwear I'm wearing right now?"

"We can wash our clothes," I said, trying to talk my friends down from the catastrophe I worried they'd blame me for.

"We can wash our clothes?" My first friend asked. "You want me to strip naked and climb into the river with my cock out to wash the only clothes I have left for the month?"

"Yeah," my other friend pitched in. "You got some homoerotic fantasy about us all bending over in the river, asses out, scrubbing our clothes together?"

I did in fact have some homoerotic fantasy about watching my two best friends with the water of a river matting their pubes to their dicks while they scrubbed their clothes. My imagination also moved onto imagining them airdrying in the nude, laid out on sunlit river rocks while their clothes dried beside them.

"Wasn't it your bright idea to put our clothes so close to that cliff?" One of my friends asked.

"I couldn't predict an earthquake," I said.

"This is fucking California," he replied. "Couldn't predict an earthquake, my ass."

"Yeah," my other friend said. "If this had cost you your clothes, that would be one thing, but now we all have to pay the price for your stupidity."

"Look," I said. "I'm sorry. If I could make it up to you, I would. If I could scale the side of the cliff and get our clothes back, I would. But I can't."

"I can think of another way to make it up to me," one friend said. "You lost me a change of clothes, so I want your clothes as a change of clothes."

"What?" I asked. "You can't be serious."

"I think we should split his clothes," my other friend said. "You take bottoms, since it was your idea, and I'll take his top?"

"Fair enough," my first friend said. "Hand 'em over."

"I'm not stripping naked on this trail, and just hiking with my dick out." I said.

"We don't need you to get naked," my first friend said, "Strip to your skivvies, keep your socks and boots, and let's get on the trail."

"I really don't want to do that," I said, shaking my head.

"Listen," my second friend said, "Either strip to your undies, or we'll tackle you and take your underwear too."

I looked back and forth between them. Neither of them grinned, or showed me any sign that this was a joke. I really only had the two options: hand over my shirt and shorts willingly or be stripped down to just my hiking boots. I took the first option, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to my second friend.

"Promise you won't laugh," I said, as I started to push down on the elastic waistband of my shorts.

I was wearing tighty-whities under my hiking shorts. And my friends smirked at me as I stepped out of my shorts and handed them over.

"You're a little sweaty," my friend said, taking my shorts from me and staring down at my package which was pressing against the near translucent wet white fabric.

"Stop looking," I said, covering myself with my hands. "Let's get hiking."

"You carry the food for a while," my second friend said. "Lead the way."

We got on the trail, me in my hiking boots, semi-translucent tighty-whities, and the heaviest backpack. My friends hiking behind me, cracking jokes about my underwear of choice.

"They're supportive," I shouted back at my friends, already sweating into the backpack, and certain that my underwear was doing little to conceal me."

We hiked for three more days in this state. Me in my underwear, my friends switching between their clothes and the clothes they stole from me. On the fourth day after the tragedy, we stopped by a river, and my first friend declared it was laundry day.

"You've been a good sport about hiking in your underwear," my first friend said. "As a reward for your positive attitude, Give me your socks and underwear, and I'll go wash them."

I should have been suspicious, but I was grateful. I'd carried the food backpack for the past four days, and I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was set up camp and collapse onto my sleeping bag. So, I stripped naked, handing my socks and underwear to my friend. They hadn't seen me naked before, but by this point my underwear had been sweat in so much, there wasn't much they had left to imagine, and I wasn't concerned about them finally just seeing all of me.

I caught a smirk passed between my friends, but didn't question it. Instead, my friend and I set up our shared tent, me completely naked, my hiking boots left by the food backpack, my friend still fully clothed.

When the tent was pitched, I rolled out my sleeping back and fell on to it, face up, not bothering to shield my cock.

"I'm gonna go wash my clothes now," my friend said. "Should I bring your hiking boots in?"

"Yes please," I said, closing my eyes.

He walked away, and then came back and I heard the thump, thump of my hiking boots being dropped on the tent floor nearby.

I must have slept for a couple hours before I woke to the sounds of my friends coming back to camp.

"Bad news buddy!" I heard the sound of my first friend's voice. "And by that I mean, bad news for you."

My stomach plummeted. I couldn't imagine worse news than the sentence bad news, buddy, after giving my only clothes to a friend. I sat up quickly and unzipped the tent, poking my head out, but unwilling to climb out of the tent.

"We're sorry for giving you such a hard time about losing our clothes," my second friend said, an evil grin on his face. "I guess it can happen to all of us."

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I knew.

"I slipped while washing your underwear," my first friend said. "Long story short, those tighty-whities are floating down the river miles from here."

"This had better be a fucking joke," I said.

"Not a joke," my second friend said. "But I did manage to hang onto your socks... Well, one of them anyway."

I stared at them dumbfounded.

"We know you're worried about sunburning that precious little cock of yours," my first friend said. "So, we figured you could slip this sock over it."

"You don't really have any other options," my second friend said. "Since your sock and boots are the only clothes you have within hundreds of miles."

"And you really expect me to just hike in nothing but a sock on my cock?" I asked.

"We don't see what other choices you have," my first friend said.

"You could give me back the shirt and pants you took from me," I said.

"Wish that we could," my second friend said. "But wouldn't you know it, those sailed down the river too."

"You dropped all my clothes down the river?"

"Except a sock," my first friend said. "I think you understand the position you're in."

I didn't speak to them for the rest of the night. My second friend was kind enough to bring me dinner in the tent, but as he zipped the tent back up, he said, "Enjoy hiding that body of yours tonight, because tomorrow you're gonna feel the sun in all kinds of new places."

We had only brought the one tent, so when my friends came to bed, they unrolled their sleeping bags on either side of me.

"Good night, naked man," they said.

In the morning, I tried to stay in my sleeping bag for as long as possible. But my friends wouldn't let me stay hidden forever. Plus, I couldn't deny that we did only have a month's worth of food. Any wasted days would mean starvation.

I gritted my teeth, and climbed out of my sleeping bag, quickly pulling my sock over my dick and sliding on my hiking boots.

When I climbed out of the tent, my friends quickly packed the tent, and hoisted both backpacks onto their own backs.

"You know I could carry one of those," I said, thinking about the coverage a backpack offered.

"You've already done so much carrying," my first friend said.

"And you'd try to cover that ass," my second friend said, slapping the spot of real estate he'd just mentioned.

I yelped.

"How else are you supposed to turn the lesson," my first friend said, reaching out and pulling the sock off my dick and dropping in the dirt.

"Knock it off," I said, bending over and grabbing my sock, to quickly slip it back into place.

"Fine," my first friend said.

And we started the hike. They let me hike behind them this time. My sock swinging back and forth, the sun hitting my back and my ass.

We hiked that way for the whole day, my friends in front, sneaking peaks behind them, while I clomped along behind them, practically naked except for the boots and the single sock.

As evening fell, we climbed to the top of a flat, treeless plateau. Without the regular scrub trees around us the wind picked up and blew hard against our faces and our bodies. I watched the wind blow my friends clothes taught to their bodies, and felt myself growing stiff under the sock.

Only, as I looked down, hoping that my woody wouldn't be noticeable under the sock, I watched a gust of wind slap against my cock-covering sock, and tug the sock clean off my semi-chubbed dick.

I gasped, and stretched for it, clomping forward in my hiking boots, my cock bouncing painfully against my thigh, but I couldn't reach it.

For a second, the wind pressed the sock to my first friends chest, and I hoped he would reach up and grab it, to save me from a humiliating 3-week, butt-naked (except for the boots) hike. But another gust of wind from a different direction caught the sock and hurtled it over the side of a cliff.

I stood naked, hard, and horrified as I watched my sock, my last hope at maintaining any modicum of decency, fly pell-mell over the side of the plateau, to join the rest of my clothes lost to the wild.