I wrote this fic a thousand years ago. I'll post it here because I'm deleting my AO3 once and for all. It's from Berserk. Anyway.
Attention (Griffith x Guts x Judeau x Reader)
Warnings: I don't remember, really. But it's a piece I wrote, so I imagine it has all the warnings, just be careful. And of course, 18+ content. All characters are over 21 years old.
Griffith was absolutely charming. You always watched him from afar as he spoke with his enveloping voice and charismatic smile. You watched him mesmerized, noticing each of his movements and facial gestures. In fact, you were completely sure that you knew them by heart and that you were not at all sorry about it.
Yours was almost an open secret, as you were not really subtle about the emotions and passion that he aroused in your being. Everyone knew that you had a thing for the leader of the Band of the Hawk, some might look at you contemptuously and suggest that you were obsessed. Craving him, his attention and any comment he might say that could be misinterpreted in your favor. Anyway, they weren't wrong, you were completely wrapped around Griffith's finger, he could always do whatever he wanted with you. There were never any limits for him. You always let him do to you, suggest to you and tell you whatever he wanted without any kind of limitations.
Although you always wished he had taken more advantage of his power over you.
He never gave you the attention you expected. Not to you or Casca. You could see her in the distance failing in her attempts to be seen differently by Griffith. It was pathetic. Pathetic for both of you. Enchanted with a man whose gaze was directed somewhere else, somewhere higher, one at their level⌠at the level of Princess Charlotte's eyes.
He was a conquering man, he always knew what to say, what things to give and even how to seduce. He seemed to have it all, he seemed to take advantage of everyone, he used everyone for his own benefit and he hid it with a refreshing and unforgettable personality.
You knew it. You didn't understand how you knew it. But still, you wanted it. You wanted to have it. You wanted him to take advantage of you, to say nice and dirty words to you, to have his eyes directed at you with the minimum of attention. You would be happy.
Maybe that would stop the tickling in your crotch.
But he had plans and dreams.
And then, there was Guts and Judeau. They had become extremely close in such a short time and you could swear that Judeau already knew all of your intentions. He was a shrewd and observant man. He knew everything, everything about your adorable little crush. However, he never said anything, except today. Today the two of them decided that they would make your life a little bit harder by telling you the truth.
âYou know heâs just not interested,â Guts said, shrugging.
You watched as Judeau glared at him, perhaps thinking that the way he told you was not right. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then turned his eyes to you. The two of you looked at each other in silence, not saying anything at all, but sharing a special moment. At least that was how you felt. You had never noticed his compassionate and sweet gaze, all of that combined with his natural beauty and battle skills. It was amazing you hadn't seen such qualities.
âHe has other plans,â Judeau corrected. âNo one's fault.â
Guts grimaced, imperceptible, but you noticed. He had a harsher way of saying things, but he silenced himself because he knew Judeau was better at these kinds of emotional situations than he was. I trust his judgment.
No one said anything else.
They shared a thoughtful silence, as if they were analyzing you, remembering all those times when Griffith seemed not to notice you. Recognizing the power Griffith had, above all the members of the Band of the Hawk. It was impossible not to realize that your feelings for him were just a pitiful extension of a much larger and clearer truth: you belonged to him exactly like all of them. To Griffith, you were property like any other.
Perhaps Judeau could feel a little sorry for you.
You understood how things worked.
And Griffith could notice it. He noticed that you were no longer staring at him dreamily like always. It was strange for you. He wondered what could have happened. The moment he thought about it, he smiled to himself, you had managed to make him think carefully about you about something other than just the battle. That was certainly a great advance for you, one that you would have enjoyed on some other occasion if he decided to tell you to see your reaction.
âCome hereâ Griffith ordered you as you walked past him without looking at him.
The order sent shivers down your spine. It was still having an effect on you. You cursed him in your mind.
However, in the blink of an eye you were in front of him. And you were nervous. Because he only analyzed you with his gaze and didnât say anything for a few minutes, and there you were. Waiting. Being a part of his whims.
âHave I bothered you?â You decided to timidly break the silence with a question.
He smiled. He was making fun of you.
âYou have never bothered meâ He answered, feigning innocence, watching each of your reactions carefully.
You were strong, you couldnât deny it. You tried not to let your little breakdown be noticed. The longing for his touch returned, those unexplored lips and his skin caressing yours. The dirtiest of fantasies.
âYou have been acting differentâ He declares, this time much more seriously. âHave I bothered you?â He asks you, his tone more playful as he copied your question from earlier.
âYouâve never bothered meâ You answered quickly, without being aware, as if an inner voice had spoken for you, without realizing that you had also accidentally copied his answer.
He tilted his head in confusion. He wanted an explanation. Now. He was getting impatient. And you wanted so badly to please him, to clarify whatever had been going through his mind.
âYou know whatâs going onâ You looked at the floor, embarrassed.
Two fingers took your chin and forced you to look at him, it was a soft demand, but it was still a demand. He was still Griffith, your leader, your owner. The person who could do whatever he wanted with you, both with and without your permission.
âYouâre important to meâ He confessed, getting closer to you, increasing your desires for him even more.
âNot as I would like.â This time, you opened up, bringing out your emotions from the depths of your heart. âEveryone here looks at me with pity.â
Confusion took over his face, he didnât see anyone looking at you that way. Although if he were honest, he wasnât aware of that, so he couldnât simply deny your vision of things.
âWho?â He asked seriously, squeezing your chin harder, revealing a much more severe demand.
âEveryone,â you confessed. âEven Judeau and Guts made me see the other day that you would never look at me that way,â you confessed, without giving too many details.
He hummed as a sign that he understood. He let go of you, without saying anything else. The last look he gave you was one that ran from your head to your feet, giving you more than one shiver. He liked attention, knowing that there were people who longed for it, that didnât have to change. He understood that you just lacked attention.
A lot of attention. And he would give it to you. He would make you feel that you werenât exactly being looked at with pity.
âWeâre done for now,â he determined.
And with shame, you left.
The day Griffith called you to his tent at night was terrifying. You didnât know what he wanted. He just demanded. He just asked and asked. And he had a knack for everyone saying yes to him, it was always like that. So, you were scared of what he could want from you this late at night. The moment you walked in, your body froze. There were the three of them: Griffith, Guts and Judeau. You thought they were going to talk about your topic, your little crush. It was embarrassing.
You could see their faces: Griffith just smirked at you, Judeau looked calm and intrigued and Guts⌠wasnât very happy.
âWhat is this?â You asked without understanding anything at all.
âThis⌠is my apologyâ Griffith answered you, laughing, he was making fun of you once again.
âWhat?â You snapped, unable to control your annoyance.
You understood. Of course you did. Maybe this was their way of keeping you from leaving. Making you feel like you weren't exactly being looked at with pity. It was much more than that. Of course you understood, you understood Griffith's mind perfectly, how it worked. What he was capable of. Although you didn't understand how he had convinced Guts and Judeau of this. Maybe, deep down, they wanted to make you feel like you weren't despised. You didn't know. But you could see from Guts's gaze that he was contradicting himself.
But he seemed to want to comply with Griffith's strange suggestion.
Embarrassedly, you moved closer to them. This was strange, unthinkable and absolutely disconcerting. However, your body trembled with emotion, although you tried to hide it so as not to feel Guts's gaze judging you. Still, even though you tried to ignore it, you felt it, you felt his eyes on you, reflecting annoyance and anger, and desire. You could experience it in your body, quite sensitive to his reactions. And you didn't want to do anything else, because you didn't know what to do.
You weren't sure if anyone really knew.
From the uncomfortable faces you could understand that, in fact, no one knew how to start.
Griffith just lets out a jovial, mocking laugh. He approaches you and slowly takes off your clothes, leaving them forgotten somewhere in the war tent. You were naked in front of those three men, you felt small, fragile and weak. When you weren't. You weren't inherently a delicate girl, you were strong. But that's how the three of them together in that same place made you feel, looking at your body, thinking about who knows what. You would have mentally beaten yourself, if you didn't have that growing tingle in your crotch, if you realized that this wasn't the image you wanted to give when you fought for a reputation as a warrior, but you weren't thinking. Not with those looks, those contradictory eyes along with Griffith's amused expression.
Desire and pleasure were ungrateful, absolutely oblivious to the boundaries they've created for themselves, at least that's how the two men of the Band of the Hawk felt as they struggled with their erections at the sight of you. They weren't supposed to ever treat you like this. But Griffith had convinced them well.
Next was Judeau, he wanted to make you feel good, that was the truth. Even though he didn't have much experience in this kind of carnal pleasures, he felt that perhaps it was the only real chance to make you experience the feeling that you were desired and not looked at with pity as you thought. A hand rested on your shoulder, asking you to lie down silently, with his smile always gentle. You complied, you were tense, considering his eyes roaming over you as desire slowly took over them and with it, common sense. Judeau went down on you, positioning himself between your parted legs, acting almost intuitively, rubbing his fingers on your pussy, sending a strong tremor through your body, while instinctively the feeling of pleasure began to form in your lower stomach, being particularly desperate, wanting more and more. The moment you saw Griffith sitting down to watch, watch you, you closed your eyes. Feeling your cheeks heat up, a noticeable reddish color predominating on your face. And you completely lost all control of the situation, of your body and of your shame the second Judeau's tongue touched your parts. He was inexperienced, slow at first, looking for the point that would make you moan. That was what he wanted. To hear you moan, satisfying his curiosity to hear a woman moan for him.
Yes, the dirtiest of fantasies.
He was patient and he knew that a patient man always fulfilled his purposes, that's how it felt when his tongue touched that sweet spot in you that made you cover your mouth not wanting anyone else who was nearby to hear you. He had gotten too excited and so were you, because when he inserted two fingers in your entrance and sucked on your folds you forgot about the others and were able to open your eyes. Feeling free, without thinking about any consequences. Completely shameless with the possessive look Griffith had on the two of you, wanting Guts to do something too.
But in Guts's gaze, there was displeasure, displeasure of his body's reactions. He didn't feel too good about wanting to touch you and wanting to have you in his arms at least once. Besides, Griffith was also showing his superiority complex. However, the reflections stopped when you moaned his name while Judeau gave you the first pleasure of the night, perhaps unforgettable throughout your life, that shameless action of yours, touched a nerve in him. And everything mixed together: hatred, pleasure and loss of control. He went to you and roughly took your shoulders and made you sit down, meanwhile Judeau looked at him expectantly and immediately understood when without any gentleness in his touch Guts turned you over, making you lie face down. He manipulated your body at will, forcing you to stay in the four-way position, which could be degrading if it weren't for how soaked you were. Your body trembled as you tried to get enough strength to support yourself on all your limbs and you stopped caring about your lack of physical strength when Guts roughly grabbed your chin, making you look at him, squeezing with a controlled but still hard enough force so that you understood his order.
âOpen your mouthâ Guts ordered you, without looking you in the eyes. âBefore I regret itâ
You looked at Griffith for a moment who just nodded his head, urging you to obey what you were told. Didn't you want attention? Well now it was the most attention you could receive from him and it gave him a pleasurable feeling to understand that you liked being treated like that too.
You opened your mouth and immediately Guts' penis entered your mouth, keeping a relentless and fast pace. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling it hard, making you feel the pain in your head, which you clearly ignored when you felt Judeau's tongue in your folds again, separating your ass with the help of his fingers and keeping you there.
Guts looked up, closed his eyes and quickly sought his release without thinking that tears were forming in your eyes as you choked on his cock. However, no one cared, you were accepting what was given to you.
And then there was Griffith, whose gaze had mostly never left you, with minor exceptions where he looked at Guts. But he was generally keeping his attention on you. It was the greatest achievement you had ever made on him, as his mind was fixed on you, fixated on your moans and your rolling eyes. He was in awe, holding all of his attention. What you wanted most. Everyone in his tent belonged to him, that was something everyone knew. Thanks to that he was able to make this situation possible. But you, you were different. A different girl. He couldnât have done this with Casca, much less Charlotte. You were the dirty girl, his dirty girl. His alone. Even though others gave you pleasure.
He groped his crotch, feeling his erection, one that exacerbated his desire so much that he couldnât even remember any other time when he felt so aroused and pleased with himself and his ideas. He had no shame. He never had. Showing off your body to him was never a problem and it was even less so when his hands circled around his girth and he masturbated at the sight of the image you were giving him. He wasn't gentle with himself, he was quite hard, even though he didn't plan on cumming yet. Not yet. Still in his state of pleasure and therefore fragility, he managed to make a demand when he saw that both Guts and you were close to cumming.
âNo, not yetâ Griffith came out, not feeling disturbed by the pleasure that was running through his body.
Guts pushed you away from his cock brutally with the help of your hair, saliva falling down your lips while your face was already completely fucked. Judeau rubbed your folds at a hurried pace, being able to feel that you were already about to cum. Following the rhythm of your moans, you came hard while he licked your fluids desperately, completely proud of himself.
âYou did really wellâ Judeau praised as he licked his lips and gently caressed your back. âYou are perfectâ
You let yourself fall, your breathing was fast, your skin was sweaty and your pulse was racing. But this was not over yet at all. You knew it, they had not cum. That was your job. Without having help from anyone, you sat up as nimbly as you could, ignoring your shaking limbs. You were crouched in front of the two, looking up. Their eyes full of desire, deciding what to do with you next. You didn't know that the power they also had over you would make you shudder so much. While they were decidingâŚ
âI'll startâ Griffith decided, as he stood up from his seat, making the other two take a step back. âLay downâ
You quickly followed his order, he placed himself on top of you, inserting his penis into your entrance. Starting to move slowly, with a softness that contrasted Guts' hardness was excellent. He wanted to take his time to see your gestures, feel your moans in his ear and feel the warmth of your skin on his.
No, this fantasy could never be fulfilled with anyone else.
The dirtiest of fantasies, the one that only a dirty girl could fulfill.
Someone like you. Despite his slow pace, he took out his frustrations on you, trying to forget everything that ever made him doubt himself and all the situations in which he was afraid. No, now he was only focusing on the feeling of his body. He smiled to himself when your eyes closed giving the wonderful image of pleasure and pain. However, wanting more of him both physically and mentally. Lazily touching your sweet spot while he thrust at a calm pace, but you couldn't blame him, it was the only thing you could bear given your state.
But the compassion would soon go away.
The pain and pleasure mixed in your core, and it became addictive, addictive every time. For you just wanted to have Griffith inside you, to possess you completely, as he increased the pace of his thrusts and your moans mixed from both emotions resonated in his ear.
âYou like the attention, donât you?â Griffith asked, teasing you once again. âYouâre mine and youâll never leave my side, unless I say soâ He whispered in your ear.
You rested your head, closing your eyes and giving yourself over to the pleasure, feeling the desperate feeling in your lower stomach again, waiting for release once more. He manipulated and thrust at the same time with a much faster pace, being close to his own orgasm. He smiled pleased when you had your second orgasm of the night, seeing how you couldnât think clearly and your body was limp.
Guts and Judeau just watched the scene, completely shocked and embarrassed by their inexperience, yet despite the guilt they felt they couldn't help but love the way your breasts moved under their leader's thrusts, your own faces of pleasure and your completely receptive body. And they wanted more of you. It was strange, the pleasure had simply taken over them, as if they were wrapped up in your own body and Griffith's demands and ideas.
Griffith himself was cumming inside you, while breathing raggedly. It felt like all the problems that were arising were gone with his orgasm. He saw how his semen was coming out and felt a wave of possessiveness run through his body. Maybe you could belong to him this way from now on, at least until he gets his plans. He quickly turned you around thanks to the flaccidity of your body and gave you a rather humiliating spank on the ass before getting up and returning to his seat.
âYour turn,â Griffith said simply, as he continued to watch.
Actually, Judeau was a little worried about your state. However, when your gazes met, he could feel that the same thing had happened the other day, that day he told you that Griffith had other plans, he could get confused about you, praising your qualities while trying to comfort you. Your eyes told him to go fuck you. Deep down, you wanted him too. He still felt nervous, like corrupted, but your eyes seemed to control him.
Guts simply shook his head, he didnât want to do this, not at all. He hated you right now. He usually liked you, he was close to you. Now he hated the way you controlled him with something as low as carnal passion, the way he wanted to fuck your ass so hard until you passed out. And he didnât know how to explain it to himself.
But he followed Judeau, creating a nice contrast between the two of you. Judeau, on the other hand, lifted you up, preventing you from falling, he held you by your waist, giving you a rather tender smile. He approached you and kissed you, giving you the first glimpse of sweetness in the night, you smiled unconsciously, he held you by the waist and he himself lay down, helping you to ride him, on top of him. Just as you should be. Someone had to think about you and your pleasure sometime.
âCome on, you can do itâ Judeau urged you, keeping his hands on your waist.
You wanted to please him, you really did. So, you stuck your cock in your pussy without any difficulty. It was absolutely dirtyâŚthe smell, the fluids and the sweat. And how no one cared about anything. You started to move, feeling the overstimulation, but again, not caring about anything. This time, you felt much more pain, but because of the increasing pleasure, you continued.
However, much harder hands made you stop, they pushed you strongly towards Judeau's chest, making him keep his hands fixed on your waist. Guts inserted his penis in the only hole left. You held your breath, feeling how he tried to lubricate with saliva and then, without asking your permission, he simply began to penetrate. It was rough and completely wild. Judeau, however, being completely true to his personality, gently rammed you, but not out of compassion like Griffith, but because there was romance. There was a touch of romance there.
âCome on, you're a good girl,â Judeau praised you, causing a spiral to form in your stomach again, longing to be released, while you enjoyed his thrusts into your pussy.
Guts didn't say anything, he didn't care about that, about the situation you were in. He was destroying you, he was upset, upset that he was wanting you so much. His hands gripped your ass and he spanked you every now and then making your ass red.
Griffith smiled to himself. It had been a good show, he had almost felt his power gushing up his spine again. A sickening taste, the way you moaned and your bodily fluids mixed.
When they both came inside you, Guts simply pulled out of you and looked at you annoyed. He saw the work he had done on your ass and walked out of Griffith's tent without saying anything. You simply stayed in Judeau's arms, being pampered by him silently.
Griffith, he was pleased with you. Yes, maybe when he told Judeau to leave he could enjoy you a little more.
The dirtiest of fantasies.
