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klemen-tine · 1 year ago

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No Prince Charming

(Batfam x Mom!Reader)

Anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your work.

I saw that you have an open request, so I want to share an idea that has been sitting in my head for a long time.

Reader married Bruce for convenience. (In my head, the reader is a woman, but I'll leave it to your taste) The wedding takes place shortly before the appearance of the first Robin. Bruce and reader have a cold relationship. Reader comes from the wealthy population of Gotham. Therefore, reader is well educated and intelligent. So after a while, when Dick already appears, reader understands what her husband does at night. But reading doesn't say anything about it or hint at it. The reader doesn't want to get involved in any of this, it scares her. And although the reader is planning a divorce, she takes care of all the members of her new family. And although she is neglected in the family, the reader becomes a parental figure for children. But the children won't admit it. When Damian appears, the reader doesn't say a word to Bruce. But Damian treats reader very badly. And that becomes the trigger. The reader slips Bruce the divorce papers.(not to mention that they are getting divorced, since Bruce is likely to protest) and when Bruce signs them, he leaves the estate, leaving the divorce papers and the wedding ring on the bed when no one notices. And only then does the family realize what they have done with their neglect of reader. Their yandere trait is waking up in them and now they need to somehow find their reader.

Sorry if it's too much.

And I apologize for the English, I am writing with a translator

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Warning: Non-consensual drugging, not descriptive sex. It's just mentioned, no details. Hinted at Dick's trauma with his sidekick.

It was a marriage of convenience. That's all it was. Bruce Wayne knew Y/N L/N since childhood, and while they weren’t close, Y/N was the only one who never treated him any differently after his parents were murdered. Maybe it's because her own father was murdered, and she understood that sometimes the greatest support was to act like nothing changed.

Fast forward to young adults, Bruce Wayne was now Brucie in public, and Y/N was the unstoppable woman leading her own company by the reins. Bruce had come to her with an offer, one that had her brows raised and painted lips smirking. For Bruce Wayne, this will help solidify his position as someone who was not Batman, and for Y/N it would finally silence the hecklers that gnawed at her heels and bit into her shoulders.

A frigid marriage, filled with cold greetings, Brucie still entertaining women, Y/N still controlling her company with painted lips, and rumors surrounding them. Despite the coldness, Y/N knew a lie when she saw one. She knows a front when she comes face to face with one, and it is why when she saw Batman in the hallways of Wayne manor, staring at her in shock and apprehension, she rolled her eyes and continued to sip her wine as she made her way back to her office.

“Please don’t stain the carpet. Alfred just shampooed them.” They never brought it up again. Bruce was no Prince Charming, despite the front he put on for strangers. There were no whispered promises, no flowers, no gifts, nothing but ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes.’

Then, along came Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson. A child who had blinked up at her with large blue eyes, and Y/N could feel her heart crumble. She had welcomed him with open arms and smiles. She had welcomed all of the Robins in. Her manicured nails getting shorter each time, so she doesn’t have to fear hurting one of them, and her smiles became softer. Y/N had never tried to replace any of their mother’s, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like one.

But it was Bruce they had a closer bond with. Which is why they started following his behavior towards her. Clipped words and rolling of eyes were common, as were the cold shoulders and tense silences.

“You’re not my mom! So stop asking how school was!” Y/N stared at Jason in shock and curiosity about where that outburst had come from. Alfred was the only one to say anything. A stern, “Master Jason,” and a look that had even Bruce cowering had the young boy apologizing. Y/N ignored the way her heart slowly broke, as the quirky child full of smiles, sass, and who loved classics, turned his back on her.

As if she wasn’t the one to introduce those books to him.

Y/N doesn’t blame them for their cold behavior towards her. She doesn’t blame Dick’s disregard, Jason’s hurtful words, Tim’s cynical looks, Steph’s taunts, and Damian’s heated actions.

Y/N had cried at Jason’s funeral, she helped Bruce fight for custody for Tim, she had consoled Dick after some of his own traumatic experiences, and she sat there and listened as Damian compared her and Talia. Talia, of all people. She had met the woman once, and Y/N had nodded at her. Y/N never judged Bruce for sleeping with the woman. Hell, Y/N would have too. Y/N can recall the day Damian came to their manor, and the short look Dick had given her when she and the child made eye contact.

Y/N doesn’t know if it was a look of concern or mockery, but she knows he did look.

She was there for Richard when his trauma with his sidekick happened. He may have never told her, but Y/N is a woman. A woman who has known people that have suffered the same way Dick has. That are still suffering like he is.

“I’m sorry Richard.”

“What do you even know?! You know nothing! Absolutely nothing so just butt out!” Dick glared at her with blue eyes that had put the arctic water to shame. Y/N stood there and took it all. She stood proudly with her shoulders back and chin up.

In public, she was a stoic mother keeping the children in check while Bruce goofed off. She was the woman who failed her children, because she chose to continue running her business. Her very, very, very successful business. A business that had taken her and her mother from the bottom of High Society, to the top 10%. A series of great investments, smart marketing, and pretty words have lined her pockets with money that she could easily retire on.

Yet, all that money couldn’t save her mother. The woman died of a heart attack, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing Y/N could do besides bury her mother.

“Bruce please.”

“I am busy.”

“I know but Bruce, this is my–”

“Ask Alfred.” He had turned his back and Y/N was stuck staring at the retreating man with a new feeling of heartbreak. The tabloids ate up that she was alone at her mother’s funeral. A private event that no one was allowed into besides close family and friends.

When she came back, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped, Damian had picked the time to make his disdain known again, “–and my mother would have never let herself go like that. You look horrid, unbefitting of a Wayne. A disgrace.”

Blank E/C eyes stared into raging green and she sighed, “Thanks, Damian.” She spared him no glance after that, and she walked towards her bedroom to take a hot shower. It was there, under the hot spray of water that she finally cried. She cried for the last part of family she had, and the years she lost from marrying a man who didn’t even like her enough to attend a godforsaken fucking funeral. She cried for the children she couldn’t even call her own.

She cried for the life she missed by marrying Bruce fucking Wayne.

“Honey, are you happy?”

“Of course Mama.”

“You never could lie to me sweetie.” Her mother kissed her forehead and looked into E/C eyes with nothing but love, “You’ve worked so hard, sweetie.” That acknowledgement alone had her almost in tears, “But please start working for yourself now.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N hopped out of the shower and called her lawyer. Divorce papers were in her hands within 24 hours, and her bags packed in 3.

She stood next to Bruce, ignoring the scowl on his face as she ‘disrupted’ his work. Y/N kept her face neutral, because if she smiled it would give it all away, and handed him the page he needed to sign.

For a billionaire and for a vigilante, he sure didn’t read the damn paper. Which is fine. Great even, because now, after being here for over a decade, Y/N is free. She laughed in her room, laughing so hard that it almost tore her throat. Leaving a copy of it on Bruce’s bed once he was gone, she grabbed her suitcase and accidentally ran into Alfred on her way out the door.

The old man took a look at her clothes, her bags, and her expression before sighing, “Shall I drive you for the last time, Lady Y/N?” Y/N smiled, bitterly at the thought of leaving Alfred, her only solace in this cold mansion.

“To the airport, please.” The ride was silent, and Y/N didn’t look back as they left the gates of the mansion. It wasn’t until they were halfway there that Y/N spoke up, “My lawyer will call in a few days, just to hash out the details.”

“Is that so?”

“There’s nothing I want. No assets, no money, nothing will be taken, I just want a divorce.” She just wants the law to recognize that she is not a Wayne. That she will never be a Wayne.

“Lady Y/N, perhaps a check for compensation for the emotional strain would be nice?” Y/N laughed, bitterly and sad, “I don’t want his money. I want nothing to do with him anymore.”

“And the kids?”

“They don’t need me. They never did. I doubt they will even notice.” Gotham International Airport wasn’t crowded, and that may be because it was 1pm on a Tuesday. Alfred helped her with her bags, and the old man stared at the woman before him. He remembers meeting her for the first time, a confident young woman who had a way with words and was unfairly intelligent. Matching wits and able to speak confidently in a room of people who thought little of her.

It's good to see some of that coming back.

Y/N hugged Alfred, “Thank you, Alfred. For everything.” The older man sighed and watched as the woman took her bags and walked away. Not once did she look back and Alfred decided to stay until her form disappeared in the building. He sighed heavily and when got back in the car, he dialed a number he knew by heart. It only took three rings before the voice of the man he raised answered, “Alfred, is everything okay?”

“Master Bruce, I fear you may have lost something precious, and I do hope you, and the young masters, have a plan to make this up to them.” He hung up afterwards as he merged into traffic, and he hoped his message finally hit something within his son’s dense skull.

When he returned back to the manor, he began the preparation for making dinner. All was silent throughout the manor, until the door opened and the rush of the footsteps began marching towards him.

“Master Richard, I urge you to not run.”

“Bruce told me there was an emergency and to hurry to the manor?” Alfred sighed, “While it is an emergency, it is not one you can fix on your own.” No, this was something for Bruce to fix seeing tha all the problems stemmed from him.

Dick raised a brow, “What kind of emergency is it?” Alfred pursed her lips, “Miss Y/N Wayne is now Miss Y/N L/N once more.” He turned to look the man he has considered his grandson in the eyes, and he could see the revelation sink in.

“Y/N divorced Bruce?” Alfred nodded, “The papers have been signed.”

“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Alfred raised a brow, “They are signed and waiting for him to read.” Dick slowly walked out of the kitchen, “Is she still here?” Alfred turned back to the food and Dick began speed walking towards Y/N’s room. As a child it never occurred to him why they would they never slept together, but as he got older he understood.

He knocked on her doors, calling her name like he used to as a kid.

Dick had always understood that Bruce’s and Y/N’s relationship was not one of a couple in love. He also understood that Y/N’s treatment in the manor by the residents of the manor was unfair. Whenever he could, he would correct Damian’s harsh words, but even he himself couldn’t fully bring himself to be all that kind to her.

He tried. He desperately tried, because he saw all that she did for them behind the scenes. He saw the mistreatment and judging looks others would give her as her ‘husband’ was out fooling around.

Dick saw the blank look she had given Damian after her mother’s funeral. The one none of them had gone too.

“What do you mean you didn’t go?” His voice panicked as he talked to Tim, “I didn’t go. I was under the assumption someone else would go.”

Y/N could have been Gotham’s biggest bitch, but not even then would she have deserved that. What made it worse was that Y/N was not a bitch. She wasn’t cruel, or unkind. She was as much of a philanthropist as Bruce was. Always aiding those whose needed it and desperately trying to make Gotham a better place.

Dick opened her doors and was greeted with an empty room. Gone were the picture frames, and the closet was empty along with the bathroom. Her prized jewlery, the things she took care of almost obsessively, all of it was gone.

He could remember beng 9 and sitting next to her as she cleaned one of her sapphire earrings. Thin fingers with long nail held the earring next to him, a scrutinizing look on her face before she would break out into a grin, “As I thought, nothing could ever compare to our Dickie’s sapphire eyes.”

“Holy shit.”

“What’s going on- why is Y/N’s room empty?” Tim looked throughout the room, and Dick could see the wonder across his younger brother’s face. Right, between all of them, Tim and Y/N had the least amount of time spent together.

Dick stared at his brother as the image of Y/N smiling at a string of pearls entered his mind. She had explained to him when he asked that pearls, while feminine, also symbolized new beginnings. She had gotten it when Tim’s custody was signed over to the Waynes.

“She’s gone.” Tim met Dick’s eyes, “Like… taking a vacation gone?” Dick gave a humorless chuckle, “She divorced Bruce, Tim. Y/N is gone.” This must have been what Alfred saw when he broke the news to Dick. The confusion and then realization coming to light in those blue eyes.

“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Dick had said the same thing, and yet here she was. Gone. As if to emphasize his point, Dick made an exaggerated expression and motioned to the empty room.

Tim looked around and he could feel a headache forming, “Bruce is gonna be pissed.” Dick groaned, “Fuck Bruce for a second, the only stable-mentally healthy-adult figure that isn’t Alfred is gone, Tim.” The boy didn’t look all that bothered, “Well, if she’s happier then I don’t mind.”

Of course he doesn’t mind. Why? Because this little stalker most likely knows where she’s going. Tim did a good job hiding it, but Dick was raised by Bruce. He is trained to spot the mciroexpressions of people, and even if they are his own siblings.

Tim is panicking. The very thought of Y/N leaving had not once occurred to them, and for Tim who loves planning, this was not once ever in the plans.

Not once. Y/N had been a staple within the manor, and to imagine her not being here was rough. Evenw hen she left for business trips, it was fine because they all knew she was coming back. SHe would come back with souvenirs, handing each of them something that reminhded her of them, before running upstairs to get out of the family’s judgemental line of sight.

“Fucking hell.”

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Bruce entered the condo with ease. His steps light as he walked through the dark room, noting the all the furniture. There was no Y/N in the living room or kitchen, but when he looked out the balcony door, he could see her back. She was leaning against the edge of the infinity pool, without doubt a hot tub of some sorts because it was too cold to be swimming in a regular pool.

She didn’t even turn around to look at him, her attention focused on the view of the snowy mountains and raging seas in front of her. Bruce could see the wine bottle left on the side of the pool and the glass that looked like it was finished only a short while ago. When she did turn around, E/C reflected the stars and dimly lit light around the pool, making them shine and sparkle like they were the galaxy.

Bruce isn’t blind. He knows Y/N is an attractive woman who had many people lusting after her even when they were married. Talia even made a note of it, “You should see if she wants to join next time.” He should have known that his clipped response was a sign.

It was all there, and yet he did everything within his power to ensure that he would not fall in love with her. Falling in love has always been out of the question, and when Y/N came into his life, Bruce made it his mission to do just that. The woman before him had never complained, and she never seemed to fault him for it, but he could tell there was resentment. If he couldn’t have allowed himself to fall in love with her, he could have at least offered her friendship. One that made life more bearable for the both of them, and set a good example for the kids.

“What are you doing, Bruce?” She didn’t seem shocked that he was here, let alone in her vacation condo. Bruce took off his shirt and pants, stripping down to his boxers before joining her in the hot tub. He had grabbed two glasses of wine before doing so, handing her one and taking a sip from the other.

“Is it wrong of me to want to join my wife on her vacation?”

“Ex-wife. The documents are signed, and besides this is a girl trip.” Bruce re-read those documents and kicked his foot for not fucking reading them when he first signed them. He should have known she was up to something.

“Y/N, come back to the manor.” He stared into E/C eyes as she took another sip of the wine. Bruce had come with a speech prepared, ready to convince her to come back with him, but it was all lost as he stared and observed the woman in front of him drink delicately from the glass. Y/N L/N has always been a woman of class, even when she was near the bottom of high society. It wasn’t her good looks that landed her in the top 10, possibly even top 5%, and like every classy woman, she was only allowed to regret a few things. Their marriage is one, but leaving is not even an option on the list of things she wants to regret but can’t.

He knows this. She knows this.

And yet, Bruce could only focus on how beautiful she looks, and how beautiful she would look sprawled on the silk bed sheets. Y/N has aged like fine wine, looking even more beautifully and worth more and more with each passing year. Aging gracefully and beautifully as the years passed and still catching the attention of others.

It's a shame his younger self was more into whiskey than wine.

He wonders how different their relationship would be if he had gotten to know her before and during the early years of their marriage. Without a doubt it would be easier to talk to her. Easier to convince her to come back to a manor that now misses her.

“And why should I?” It’d be easier to answer her with a compelling reason, one that would have her actually debating on whether or not to come back. Bruce reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and he’s shocked that she even let him do that. She didn’t flinch, nor did she lean into his touch. Y/N stood still as he moved the H/C lock behind her ears.

“The manor misses you.” He’s never heard her laugh the way she did in that moment. Throwing her head back and exposing unblemished skin to the night air as she laughed, and continued to laugh. Her shoulders shaking from the force and slightly distilling the wine.

Once she was done, her cheeks were red from the laughter and she was gasping for breath, “Yeah, okay. So Alfred misses me, I’ll make sure to give him a call then.” She turned her back to Bruce and began walking towards the edge of the pool.

“The boys, girls, and I do too.” Chateau Petra was on his lips and the feeling of cold wine hitting his face and upper chest had him closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Y/N’s wine glass was empty and on her face was a hard expression. Cold E/C eyes glaring into his as she pulled herself out of the pool, and grabbed the rest of the wine bottle.

“Sleep on the couch. You’re going home tomorrow.” Her steps quiet as she stalked into her home and she headed for the bathroom. Bruce sighed, and stared at the night sky with a new look in his eyes, ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures.’ He would like to believe that he is above this. He wants to believe that this was the worst case scenario happening and therefore this needs to happen.

Has to. The very thought of Y/N being away caused an itch to form under his skin and a burning fire in his chest. A fire he never knew blazed in him until it went out. Now, more aware and protective of it, Bruce found himself craving the warmth in ways that had his mouth foaming and muscles tensing. He looked down at the water and saw the red wine diluting and sprawling throughout the pool water, looking like blood for only a second.

A smile curled on his lips and he pulled himself out of the pool water, drying himself off before making his way into the shower with his ‘ex-wife.’ They may have never been lovers, but they were two adults living under the same roof.

So, of course they have had sex.

Hate sex is the best and worst sex. It is the best because Bruce can go as hard as he wants to and Y/N will love it. It is the worse because hate sex is all Y/N will see this as. Y/N will only see it has hate sex and not for the love Bruce feels for her. She won’t feel it in the way he caresses her skin or in the way he leaves his bite marks on her thighs. All Y/N will see this as, is hate sex.

Which is fine. If hate sex is what Y/N needs to see this as to work then Bruce will take it. He has time. He has plenty of time to show her how much he cares and loves her. Those divorce papers will be long gone, every single one of those copies non-existent. He loves her. He loves her in the way a cactus loves the sun, or how the stars love the moon.

Bruce was so enamored by her, that he couldn’t help but to fall deeper. Her soft hands, that have never broken a bone but have broken many hearts, cradling scarred shoulders and sharp cheeks. She didn’t flinch when his own rough hands gripped her’s, bruising and secure, and she didn’t flinch when intense blue eyes met hers. In fact, she smiled, like this was all a joke he was the butt of it.

It pissed him off that even she could have secrets and inside jokes that he doesn’t know about. As she laid there, her eyes now closed and body relaxed, Bruce pulled out a syringe filled with something that will keep her asleep. Only for a few days. Barbara is already working on getting rid of the divorce papers and the kids were preparing for her return.

Bruce kissed her forehead, smiling down at his Sleeping Beauty. If need be, the manor will be her castle and the kids her vines covered in thorns. Bruce, in all his daunting and terrifying glory shall be the dragon, keeping her locked within her castle because nowhere was safer than the castle. Only she could keep him calm, and only she could make him feel human.

Batman was never Prince Charming.

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chaconnewon · 6 days ago

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심 재윤 ! ; you would do anything to see your bestfriend happy.

warnings: sub!jake x switch f!reader, begging, masturbation (m.), slight of praise kink, cum tasting, reader talks a lot, both of them are whipped, whiny jake, mdni ! ——

wc: 2k(2.227)

a/n: i came back from the death— proofread but since english is not my first language there could be mistakes !!! please, let me know and enjoy it(im thinking about a part two¿?)

you and jake have been friends for a while now. and if you were 100% sure about one thing about him was that he was shy around girls.

you could tell by how his hands trembled a little when female students approached him with any lame excuse to talk to him. his cheeks and ears were always red, almost burning. his puppy-like eyes were always searching for you like calling for help. and you found it cute, how can you not? jake wasn’t interested in them by any chance. sure he would talk to them and be polite because his mama raised a good boy but nothing further than a casual conversation.

it was late in the afternoon when jake dropped by your house, a handbag full of your favourite snacks. you two found a comfy spot in your bed as both of you took turns to update your day. he was first. you always wanted to hear him talk first. the way jake was expressive while talking about his interests made you feel kinda attracted. like a feeling you couldn’t quite tell. it didn’t mind you since it was pretty obvious jake was a good looking man with unique charisma. maybe way too much. you thought being kind of attracted to your best friend was the most normal thing on earth.

or you simply didn’t want to dig in too deep.

“. . . i’m telling you, they won't leave me alone.”

“what can I say? you’re very popular among the other students.”

jake furrowed his brows before answering.

“i only talk to you and the rest of the boys. every single day i find myself meeting people i’ve never seen in my life!”

“that’s how making friends works!” you replied, your voice laced with humor. “ what if you find the love of your life? you’re gonna miss it because of… shyness?”

“you’re right but—“

“also, there are sooo many pretty girls to kiss, no attachment, just enjoying the moment.”

the last sentence left him thinking. all these girls were interested in kissing him? like a whole make out and all? but most importantly, was he looking out for it? sometimes all that attention on jake made him uncomfortable, just wishing to avoid interactions with strangers just to get to you or his friends. jake never thought about kissing anyone.

at least not anyone that he didn’t know.

“but, uh… you kiss people for fun?”

“i think that's a part of kissing someone… you find someone you’re attracted to, or just someone who's pretty. what would you do then?”

“but isn’t it strange?”

you went silent for a couple minutes. his eyes seemed to shake with subtle agitation. his questions were avoiding answering you but you weren’t dumb, and soon you knew something what’s up.

before answering, you took time to meet his gaze. the way he was chewing his lip, fingers fidgeting with each other in some attempt to calm his nervousness. it wasn’t working though.

“jake… if you ever kissed someone, you would know how that’s not strange.” silence. his eyes dropped to his lap, evading your curious yet surprised look. “I'm assuming by your lack of response that, in fact, you haven't kissed anyone yet.”

“please don’t laugh at me.”

“why would i? it’s not a bad thing. you just didn't find that someone and that's alright. people have different concepts about the first kiss and—“

“i found her but i’m afraid because i dont know if i can do it right or not.” also she talks so fucking much he would’ve added.

“but it’s something normal, natural. you just aren't born knowing everything in life. you have to learn, to understand.”

jake parted his lips to say something but not a single noise went through his mouth. you were right and that made him feel at ease. but still his heart pounded fiercely inside his chest by simply thinking about kissing.

but not anyone.

kissing you.

the red-ish shade painting his cheeks was still there, and your gaze was still analyzing every movement or reaction by him. you’ve kissed people, sometimes for fun, sometimes blinded by desire but this time… the urge to smash your lips against your best friend's one was bigger. like something you couldn’t control.

“maybe… maybe we can try— if you want, of course. starting with some pecks, slow. there’s no rush.”

jake’s mouth hung open a little, processing what you just told him. you wanted to? you wanted to kiss him? his eyes were more than sparkling, trying to contain his hype, his need to scream because fuck, he couldn’t even imagine you would offer something like that to him.

“y–yeah, i mean. we can try.”

you giggled a little. jake used to be confident and funny around you but now was shuddering. like his confidence vanished the moment you suggested kissing each other would be a good idea.

“relax, okay? we are gonna start with something simple. you can always tell me to stop and I will, no questions. alright?”

he nodded, impossible for him to say anything out loud.

“i need you to speak, jake. say it with your words, it’s okay.”

your hand flew to his knee, caressing it slowly with your thumb.

“all right, it’s okay with me.”

you smiled at him, squeezing his leg a little.

next thing you did was to place the snacks aside, and crawl to be close to him. your knees were barely brushing his as you repositioned yourself closer. jake accommodated himself too, straightening his back and waiting for you to do something. you smiled, softly. you could read his mind at this point. jake was unsure what to do so he was waiting for you to take the lead.

after all, you were the one with way more experience than him.

your body leaned closer to him, your hands against the mattress to hold your weight as you finally pressed your lips against his.

the kiss stayed like that for a few seconds. no movements, no tongue, no nothing. just a gentle pressing against his plump, soft lips. jake’s heart beat faster, pounding hard into his ribcage and suddenly he felt so stupid for being this nervous by a simple peck. but in reality the kiss wasn’t the reason to be that nervous–it was you. the fact that he was kissing you was making his whole body tremble with anticipation.

after a few seconds you pulled back.

‘’was it okay?’’ you asked in a whisper, and you watched him nod.

before you can suggest anything more, his lips crashed onto your one again. started like before, a gentle press between both lips but he felt courage building inside him and took a step forward. his lips, unsure, started to move against yours. despite the intention his moves were clumsy but you found it adorable. you didn’t try to set a pace, you just matched his, making him familiar with that new emotion.

within minutes he seemed to understand what the whole kissing thing was about. his lips captured yours, pulling them slightly and then taking them again. slowly the tension between both of you started to feel heavy, and your hands found a place cupping his head, your left hand sinking in his fluffy hair, caressing it.

you moved away from the kiss to catch her breath, looking at his state. reddish lips a bit swollen, a darker shade of red more prominent on his cheeks. the image in front of you was impossible to not look at. now again you leaned close and attached your lips into his neck, kissing it with open-mouth kisses that left some trail of your own saliva, sucking gently whenever you had a chance.

jake’s hands gripped the sheets beneath him. all the new emotions he was feeling were starting to be too hard to handle, soft gasps leaving his lips. you took it as a green light, not stopping your commitment which was making him feel good. just where his pulse was beating rapidly, you sinked your teeth.

‘’y-y/n wait. . .’’

you stopped, you face contoured in concern. maybe you were pushing too hard for a first time. last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable.

jake struggled a bit seeking for words and you patiently waited, taking a peek of how rosy his cheeks were, or how shaky his hands were as well. you felt like he was avoiding your gaze and in fact, he was. you looked down, searching for something that told you what was crossing his mind.

until you noticed it.

a big, notorious bulge under his pants.

none of you said anything. it was normal, a natural reaction from the human body. if he was enjoying it that much, it made sense he was that hard. and to be honest, seeing how he grew an erection from a kiss, a simple kiss and a few touches on his neck, made you wet.

‘’jake.’’

he shook his head, embarrassed. you took his chin, tilting his head back a bit to make him look at you. jake chewed his lower lip nervously. what would you think about him? getting so hard for a kiss, almost so close to come… was embarrassing for him.

‘’i’m sorry i–’’

‘’hey, it’s okay, yeah? it’s a common reaction. do you want to stop?’’

he shook his head again, earning a smirk from you.

‘’does it hurt, mh? your crotch looks so tight…’’

jake swallowed hard at your words, eyes widening slightly but nodded anyway. fuck yeah it hurted, a lot. his hard dick was pressed against the uncomfortable clothes and them started to feel a bit damp. he needed a bit of relief.

your free hand traveled across his chest, fingers ghosting over. you could feel his muscles tensing. taking your time, your hand landed on top of his clothed boner, massaging it slowly. quickly jake shut his eyes down, his breath trembling. despites him being silent, he thrusts against your hand, asking wordlessly for more friction.

you unbuttoned his pants, taking him over his underwear. jake whimpered, eyes locked on your face now. his face was red, hot. along with his neck. you started to pump him slowly, with deliberate strokes, and it didn’t take long before soft moans escaped his lips. breathy. you continued until you felt him hard enough to free his dick from the remaining clothes. his cock twitched slightly by the sudden air hitting it directly, earning a soft hiss from him. jakes length was standing proud, a bit curved at the and his tip wet with some pre-cum. the view was amazing, and his shy attitude made it ten times better.

‘’show me how you make yourself good.’’ you whispered.

he hesitated for a moment, processing your words. you wanted him to jerk off in front of you? that scenario felt like a dream. even though his shaky hand reached his base, your tender yet firm demeanour made him feel, somehow, bold. jake started to slide his hand along his length, slow at first, feeling every mover, every squeeze. took a few minutes for him to gain a bit of confidence and start to pump faster, using his pre release as lube.

you watched him with hunger in your eyes, eyes glued at his hand. the heat between your legs was uncomfortable, your sticky panties pressed against your core. but tonight was for him, only for him. for his pleasure and adventure to explore what made him feel good. what he liked or not. and with that thought in mind, you placed your hand above his, setting a faster pace.

at that point, jake was a whiny mess. his chest raising and falling heavily, trying to stead his breathing but unable to. his lips puffy, red and wet by all the biting and licking he submitted them to.

‘’y/n shit– feels so good…’’

‘’does it?’’ he nodded, eagerly. ‘’look at you, all you body trembling, all your cheeks rosy… you look like a goddamn painting.’’

your words made him moan, arching his back. so, he was into a little praise? you wanted to test a bit further.

‘’did you like that? you like how pretty i tell you you look right now? how good are you taking our hands?’’ he whined, his legs starting to tremble anytime you opened your pretty yet filthy mouth.

‘’are you close?’’

‘’y–yes! so close…. keep going please—’’

he let go his hand, giving you full permission to masturbate him. and you did, fast and heavy. the wet noises filling the silent room. he gripped his sheets again and arched his back to you, feeling so, so close to cum.

‘’fuckfuckfuck– i’m cumming… please, can I?’’

as soon as you nodded, giving the permission he needed, warm sticky ropes of cum spurt off him, landing into your hand and his clothes. his body was shivering, moan after moan slipping through his lips until he couldn't anymore.

you lowered yourself as soon as he rode his orgasm, his soft dick sticky in your hand and you took your tongue off to lick a stripe of it, tasting him. he hissed, wide eyes looking at you.

‘’couldn't help it, jake.’’ you smiled, patting his hair with your free hand as his breath came to normality again. ‘’but we are not done yet.’’

#enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen jake #jake x reader #jake smut #drabble #enhypen hard thoughts #chaconnewon

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yourcutelittlegayfriend · 7 months ago

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✧✦✧ PROLOGUE ✧✦✧

Yandere Platonic Bat Family x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

Warning this part will contain the following: Death (mainly MC's), MC getting hurt, implied to have died more than once, gun and gun violence, THE JOKER, Suicidal thoughts or low self-preservation, finally losing it and typos.

Note: Y/N will be gender neutral and no mention of specific physical traits except for general parts of the body, there are some easy hidden codes and number meaning in these and I'm trying out to see if I can pull this off.

English is not my forte, it's not my main language so sorry in advance if you cringe at my choice of words.

MASTERLIST Pages 1....➣

NOW PLAYING ↻◁ ||▷↺ Alien Blues - Vundabar ılıılıılılılıılıılı

Let's bring it back to ???? shall we?

-✧- 01100011 01101000 01100001 01101110 01100011 01100101 -✧-

Setbacks more than I can count.

Thousand chances I tried to save.

Rinse and Repeat

Repeat and.......Rinse out the blood.

Rinse out the Pain and Suffering.

Dry off the Tears and Sweats of my efforts.

All I ever want is for you to see me.

To understand what's it like to be me.

All that I wish is for you to atleast look at me with anything but pity and indifferece.

2,789 chances and lives I relived just to become something I regret at the end of each death.

-✧✦✧- 2 7 8 9 -✧✦✧-

Blinking I looked at the end of the gun as I sit still trying not to choke on my own blood and spit as the cackle of a maniac clown drowns my sorrows.

I look at the camera as it blinks red, looking at the dirtied lenses knowing that whoever watches this could never careless if I survive this or not.

SLAP

Searing pain woke me out of my daze as my head snap to the right while my left cheek burned from the whip of the gun.

"Look alive little one! why won't you smile for the camera? Let daddy dearest know how much you miss him, hmm?". The Clown smiles at me with his cut up lips as he grips my face and shake it around.

Looking at him I show him my own smile, teeth and gums bloodied as I laugh making him frown.

"What's so funny?" He sneers as he let go.

I continued laughing as I finally descent into madness, each wheeze and giggle as my body shakes in pain and shockingly....

Relief.

Maybe.......just maybe.....this could be it.

"Aw? why the sad face Mr. Joker? are we not having fun? Do you want me to sing for a very sad clown instead?". I giggled as I stare at him with maniac eyes leaning my tied up body to him as much as I could.

"Why so sad now? come on! you planned all this don't let it go to waste!" I say at him while tugging on my bindings.

I laughed more as I taunt him making him more angry than before.

I stop before looking at him my hair slightly covering my eyes as I smile at him one more time.

"Do it, I know you want to" I taunt him but he only frowns before smirking when he looks at something behind me.

He kicks my chair down the force making me fall on my back, slamming on the concrete floor I gasp from getting the wind knocked out of my lungs as I strain to look up and see 'him' standing.

A wide smile broke through my chapped lips , he started talking but the blood and pump of my heart muffled everything and as soon as few more of 'them' arrived making me laugh hysterically.

BANG

Suddenly everything was quiet.

Everything was calm.

I laid on the floor and see him above me cradling my body as the moonlight broke through the glass windows of this building shining and silhouetting his form and the rest.

I can't move.

I can't feel him.

I can't hear them.

I can't answer them.

How can you when you're bleeding from a hole on your head?

-✧-2 7 8 9 -- 2 7 ↓ ↓ -- 2 7 9 0-✧-

Heartbeat, repeating heartbeats.

I can hear my heartbeat again.

Gasping I look around as I see an interior of a car and turn to the window and see us pulling up somewhere.

"Here we are". I look up and see the familiar face and slightly younger face of Commissioner Gordon again as he turn to look at me as I peer up and see my reflection on the rear view mirror.

A small younger me that's about to do the same shit all over again.

'Ah Shit, here we go again'

〖 = ✧ = 〗

TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN

#No More Chances #yandere batfam #batfam x reader #yandere batfam x reader #Platonic Batfamily #yandere batman #yandere platonic batfamily x reader

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yoyomomiko · 8 months ago

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WHAT ARE UR HEADCANONS 4 DAISUKE X READER??????

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: a lil cringe, maybe some cursing, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, ENGLISH isn't my first language!!

(A/N): OMG I LOVE DAISUKE😍😍 ANYWAYS THIS IS KINDA SHORT AND RUSHED BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I'M SO SORRY👉👈 -> m.list

★CRUSHING/CONFESSION

Hear me out, you fell first he fell harder.

I am very confident that at first he didn't even realize he himself had a crush on you... Like, he wanted to make you laugh more than he wanted to to the others, he always wanted to help you and be there for you... So, he pieced two and two together, and figured out that he actually was in love with you.

If he were to tell someone (probably not) it would OFCCC be our nice old man Swansea☺️

You see, Daisuke is very... Uhm, an idiot, so he won't understand when you're flirting with him. That's just him, he's too dense. You have to speak up, or else he won't pick up.

He always cracks jokes around you just to try and make you laugh😀

But like, it's so obvious he likes you

He's following you like a lost puppy, eager to please you in ANY way.

He's crushing on you so hard...

You kinda notice it since he just helps you with everything, offering help with your chores or just anything in general.

HE THINKS HE'S HIDING IT SOOO WELL BUT IN REALITY AT LEAST SOMEBODY CAUGHT UP TO IT (probably Swansea duh)

Let's say he's the one to confess first...

He would do it on accident for SURE. Do what you will with that information, let your imagination get ahead of you😍 (I'm actually lazy that's why I didn't write it but yeah whatever sue ME)

So then, he realizes what he said and then you also confess and BOOM, he's all over you. Good luck trying to get rid of him (who tf would do that🤨)

★DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

This man will go show you off the moment you two have an established relationship (unless you don't wanna)

RANTS TO SWANSEA ABOUT YOU

No but fr Swansea's probably tired of hearing him babble about you, he seriously had to force him to shut up just for a small moment of peace. BUT he secretly likes the fact that Daisuke is happy so like🤭

Daisuke is a really energetic guy so I feel like if you match his vibe he's never gonna let you go

LISTEN TO MEEE, he loves both physical affection AND words of affirmation, he's big on BOTH.

If he could, he would hold your hand forever, NEVER would he let go of you. He wants to hold you, close, for as long as possible.

If you decide at some point to sleep in the same bed, you will get cuddles every single night.

Big spoon or little spoon, he doesn't care. Just TOUCH him, in ANY way, he doesn't care and doesn't mind just do it!!

OMG PRAISE HIM

He always searches for your compliments, just PRAISE HIM please, tell him you're proud of him or something IDKKKK

"Did I do good?" "I'm doing great, right?"

UGH if there's something he loves most about you (he would kiss every inch of your body but whatevs) it's definetly your laugh.

Okay, maybe it's the way you praise him at the end of each day.

Okay, no, MAYBE it's the way you play with his hair while he slowly drifts to sleep from your soothing touch.

Okay, maybe he just loves you wholeheartedly and would do anything for you (he's whipped)

I imagine that he seeks out for head pats. Just pat his head. Pet him or sum idk ask him.

While in bed, he definitely headbutts your palm just to let you know what he wants. Cause like at first he just nudges you but if you don't get the hint, he'll straight up headbutt your hand (I saw someone say this and I love you for that)

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY UGHHH

Lowkey imagine if you called him a good boy tho that's crazy

I have to say that I think Daisuke, as much of a dumbass as he is, listens very well.

He's surprisingly very good at comforting you

He might now understand you, but he listens, and tries his best

TELL HIM YOU'RE PROUD OF HIM OMG

He's gonna find cheesy nicknames for you so buckle up >⁠.⁠<

Daisuke LOVES kissing you, there, I said it.

Whether it's a small peck on the cheek or a full on make out session, he's gonna enjoy it and THANK you.

He sometimes wonders how he pulled you ngl🤨

If like, some sort of small argument got in between you, he'll be apologizing on his knees and begging you to forgive him with snot running down

Imagine you called him a good boy that'd lowkey be crazy

If you somehow ever decide to wear a piece of clothing that belongs to him, it WILL be yours.

He's gonna squeal like a school girl and compliment youuu

Overall 10/10 boyfriend. He's sweet, charismatic, energetic, a bit of an airhead, kisses the ground you walk on, and bonus for being handsome.

★yoyomiko ★miko

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stevesgother · 2 months ago

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loverboy steve harrington would absolutely fuck his girlfriend on her period cw - period sex kinda (fingering but no p in v), reader with a vagina and breasts 18+

"This helping at all?" Steve asks as he rubs firm circles into your lower abdomen just below your navel where your uterus ails you. You don't have to see him to know he's frowning.

"A little," you admit though it's far from convincing, curled on your side in the fetal position where you'd been holed up all day. The first twenty-four hours of your cycle were always the worst. Steve had been attentive all day-- bringing you light foods and keeping you hydrated. The warm pressure of his palm has brought only a brief reprieve from the incessant cramping.

Steve hums from his place cuddled up behind you. When he doesn't continue, you assume that's it; until he says, "Did you know orgasms can help with period cramps?"

You scoff, "Jesus, are you really trying to get in my pants right now?"

"Hey, no," his suddenly serious tone captures your attention, "I'm not joking! It's not about me-- I wanna make you feel better."

You're slow to turn onto your other side and face him, "You're serious?"

"Dead." And you can tell he's not lying.

"Where did you even learn that?" You ask, mildly curious.

"Girl told me once," he half-heartedly shrugs where he lays in front of you, "Might've been Rob, I can't remember."

A pause. The idea that he's not just fooling around making your cheeks heat up with newfound embarrassment, "You wouldn't... you wouldn't, like, think that's gross?" You question skeptically.

You still have half a mind to think this is some sort of sick prank, until you realize your bodies have been pressed together for nearly an hour now and there's no sign at all of his own arousal. This was purely about you.

"'Course not," he assures you with a hand to cradle your cheek, "If it might help, then I think we should try it."

Your expression must stay doubtful because he doubles down, "Promise I won't look if you don't want me to."

You nod, albeit tentatively, but his expression is beyond pleased. "Can I kiss you?" He asks quietly, lips a breath away from touching your own.

"You don't have to ask to kiss me, Steve," you huff a laugh, suddenly breathless and admittedly a little nervous.

"Want this to be about you," Steve whispers, low in his throat, "whatever you want."

"Okay..." it's more whimper than actual spoken English, but Steve understands, kissing you as softly as his words had promised.

The hand that had been previously massaging your tender lower abdomen travels further south, but he takes his time. Still caressing firm circles as he goes, still kissing you languidly. His tongue tastes minty as it swipes across yours. You can't remember the last time you'd taken things this slow, but it makes the fire in your belly burn all the brighter.

His deft fingers slip beneath the hem of your underwear, and you barely even notice; too lost in the feeling of his lips devouring you and the smell of his natural musk wafting infiltrating your senses. You think, maybe, that he'd done it on purpose.

"Gonna touch you now, okay?" He checks, somehow sounding the sexiest and most loving he ever has simultaneously.

Merely his words alone have you keening before he even touches you. He doesn't have you waiting for long, though.

He collects the concoction that is your arousal and residual blood pooling between your legs, spreading the slick through you folds and rubbing tight but gentle circles around your bud. You cringe inwardly at the insinuation that he has your blood on his fingers, and Steve notices. Of course he does.

Steve shushes you, "Relax, baby, you're so beautiful," his lips find the spot just below your ear, barely speaking more than he's kissing, "So glad I get to make you feel better."

"Steve--"

"Yeah? That feel good?" He knows it does.

"Yes," you gasp.

"Good."

Maybe you won't be needing that Midol after all.

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brawberryz · 1 month ago

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⎯⎯ㅤ Digital Girl

Batfam Yan! × Scene! Reader

| Platonic |

Note / English is not my first language / M.list

A / N | I don't know much about scenecore so this is just a very superficial view, if there are any mistakes please correct me (|||´Д｀) !!

TW / Yandere behavior, obsession, violence, toxic relationships, manipulation

Headcanon | How would they react to a scenecore batsis?

⎯ Bruce Wayne ★

He'd be surprised the first time.

Don't take this the wrong way, it's just...well, he's pretty new to all of this.

He tries to be an understanding father, but I feel like he'd be the kind of father who'd say it's all a phase; he just hopes this phase of yours doesn't last too long.

He's not a strict father (well, maybe a little, or maybe too much), but he wants you to understand that it's best for you.

He wouldn't like you to wear too many bracelets or bangles on your arms because he's afraid your skin would get irritated or leave marks.

He'd never forgive himself if something happened to his baby.

If you tried to dye your hair, his hair would be a big no-no.

He'd only let you dye your hair if you begged him all week and told him to let him choose the color and let him dye your hair.

There wouldn't be any problems with your way of dressing, although it would depend on how colorful and extravagant your outfits are.

Most of your family tends to wear dull, muted colors. You could only occasionally see Dick in a brightly colored shirt, but most preferred duller or less flashy colors.

That way, you'd definitely draw a lot of attention with your outfits.

If you two ever go to a gala, he WON'T let you dress like that. Look, he doesn't judge you (even if he does).

But he thinks you should find another, less flashy "style." He loves you the way you are, but sometimes he wishes you were as obedient as other young people.

He's afraid that at some point you'll become rebellious and escape his complete control.

He should, no, he needs to control everything about your life.

Even your style of clothing. He just wants you to be a normal child.

He knows how cruel the world is to people as different as you.

He's just in some kind of midlife crisis, and your teenage "rebellion" isn't helping much.

He'll get over it eventually

⎯ Dick Grayson ♥︎

He'd be the one who best handled this.

I get the idea that Dick also went through some emo or alt phase, so he's pretty understanding about this.

Most of your accessories, like bracelets and makeup, were bought or made by Dick.

He likes to sneakily create bracelets with his initials on them so others know who you are.

Even though he pretended to be a cool brother, he's just as possessive as the others.

Just because he was "nice" to you doesn't mean he won't manipulate you.

He'd take any opportunity to be around you.

Oh! You want to dye your hair? Don't worry, your brother Dick conveniently has the color you wanted!

You can dye your hair like him and match with him! He's the kind of guy who's very obsessed with your tastes.

He wants to be the best brother to you, so don't be scared because he's too intense.

Also, I think he'd listen to hyperpop just for you. It's not his type of music, but he'd just listen to it to spend time with you.

He's not the best, but at least he tries, umm...

⎯ Jason Todd ♣︎

He doesn't really care.

He'd be like,

"Oh, you're scene? Cool."

One of the things he'd be least bothered by is your clothing style or appearance.

I mean, as long as you don't do anything stupid, he wouldn't mind.

Although I think he'd buy hair dye in all sorts of colors and literally turn your hair into a fucking rainbow, just to piss off Bruce because he knows you're not allowed to dye your hair without Bruce's permission.

He'd kill anyone who dares say anything negative about you or make fun of how you dress.

He wouldn't allow any bastard to talk bad about his sister.

He'd listen to hyperpop while reading or doing some activity like reading or kicking criminals' asses. I think it would be pretty funny.

He'd probably only listen to it because you asked him to, but I think eventually he'd start to like that style of music, but he'd never say it out loud

⎯ Tim Drake ◆

He'll pretend he doesn't care, but he really cares.

I could say he's one of the most obsessive people; he knows everything about you.

Maybe he knows you better than you know yourself; he has a folder full of your interests or possible interests in a private file on his computer.

He'll spend hours on the internet searching for information about it. If he wants to get close to you, he has to be smart.

He's like a predator.

He analyzes his prey and then attacks.

I think his approach would be subtle. It has to be smart and not too aggressive. He doesn't want to scare you into thinking he's some kind of creepy guy (if he is).

I think he would start slowly, with small comments about your appearance.

"Oh! You look pretty nice today!" or "That shirt really matches your outfit!"

Then, make comments about your interests, and he'd start getting closer and closer to you. He's not like the others.

If he wants to have you in his hands, he'll have to do it slowly and calmly. He's very good at hiding his true intentions.

I think he'd spend hours trying to find the best hair dye for you. He doesn't want your hair damaged because you decided to buy a poor-quality one.

Also, if you want to take a picture, don't worry! He'll be your personal photographer.

He takes the best photos on your blog. He's always taking pictures of you secretly. I'm pretty sure he knows all your good sides.

The only reason he's interested in all of this is because of you.

He'll do anything to be near you, even if it means changing all his interests to match yours.

⎯ Damian Wayne ♣︎

He thinks it's ridiculous.

He'd make pretty offensive comments saying you look like a clown or some kind of Joker Jr.

He'd be the worst when it comes to this; he doesn't know what's so interesting about dressing like a walking rainbow.

Be prepared for the mockery and passive-aggressive comments (though they're more aggressive than passive).

Even if he'd eventually accept it, halfway.

Sure, he'd still think it's completely ridiculous and pathetic, but he'd only accept it because it's you (and deep down, he thinks some of your outfits are pretty cool).

But he still WON'T ALLOW anyone to make fun of the way you dress.

you still remember the time he got suspended for a week from school for hitting on a kid who said your way of dressing was stupid

He's the only one allowed to make fun of your ridiculous way of dressing.

Also, I think he'd be drawn to your bracelets and shoes, if you're the kind of people who wears those long shoes, I think he'd really like them.

He'd indirectly ask you to give him one of your bracelets because he thinks they're pretty. Maybe he'd give you some accessories like colorful belts or a hair accessory.

He'd really pay attention to your makeup; depending on how colorful or extravagant your makeup is, he'd like it.

He secretly listens to the music you recommend. No kidding, some of it is actually quite good, so he even put it on his playlist.

He's more or less supportive of all this. He's grateful that his jokes about your appearance have lessened.

Although he'll most likely continue to make jokes about your appearance when he gets bored of being a good person.

Hi, I'm back.

Sorry for not updating for so long. My health has been getting worse for weeks, and I've only recently recovered.

This is a late request, so I hope the anonymous person who requested this enjoys it.

I don't know when I'll update again because it's exam time and school is really giving me a hard time. Lolololol

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your-nanas-house · 5 months ago

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yes, please Joe Goldberg fanfics??? walking in on Joe disposing of a body and he's gotta convince you not to go to the police (maybe with a lil sexy time) but then he black mails you into helping him hide it

Yess! Thanks for requesting 🙏

Dead silent

◇ Pairing: Joe Goldberg X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, Joe's POV, dead body, he fucks her against a tree, just JOE.... bit dark?, mention of alchol, age gap (both off age)

◇ Summary: Joe is trying to hide a body when Y/n sees him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is my first Joe fic using his POV. Still experimenting... so I hope it's not so shitty. Let me know if it's better in third person.

There is something extraordinarily peaceful about an evening outside the city, clear skies and stars that shine away from the smog.

If it wasn't for the dead body lying in front of me, I could call it almost romantic.

The feeling of the shovel penetrate the dirt and the warmth of the summer breeze makes it seem intimate in some way. And then... there's you.

I heard your footsteps, you had me fooled for a moment, making me believe it was just an animal but no. I can feel your eyes on me and I know our eyes would meet as soon as I will turn around.

There you are, as silent as a mouse, shaking like a leaf. You're holding your breath but I noticed you. I honestly feel sorry about it, you shouldn't have seen any of this.

I raise my eyes and finally meet yours. Are you scared or just tipsy?

I smile.

"It's not what it looks like"

Seriously Joe? It's not what it looks like.. that's the first thing that comes to your mind while a fucking dead body is at your own feet? Pathetic. Now you scared her even more. Great job, Joe!

You're quiet so I talk again. A poor attempt to not make you freak out even more.

"You really shouldn't have see it... don't try to run, please. Don't make things harder than they already are— Let me explain"

I raise my hands, holding them in view as I carefully approach you. What are you doing here all alone? Short black skirt, a blouse, stockings and high heels... who in their right mind would wear heels here?

"I know this all looks bad and I understand that you're scared. It will sounds mad but please, listen to me... Have you ever been in a situation where you did something you never thought you'd do? Something that, if you explained it to someone, would sound wrong, so so wrong... but you knew it was right?"

You aren't running away, that's a good thing. But why? Is it because you're scared? Sick? Maybe you like it.... you have some perversion? Why would a young woman like you be in an insolated place dressed like that and not running or screaming yet? Maybe you're one of those girls that read filthy fanfictions on the internt instead of a good book... and just dream about being banged somewhere by the bad guy.

I'm not the bad guy, though. I'm the good one but I guess I can go along with your fantasy.

You don't move so I take it as a consent to step closer.

With a quick motion I have you pinned against a tree, your breath is shallow but you don't move. You let me continue without arguments. You like it.... you long for it and I'm gonna give him.

The wetness against my fingertips speaks more than a thousands of words, your soft whimpers just add to the whole perverted scenario you made me start.

Fuck... I don't even know your name but I wanna make sure you moan mine.

Say Joe, just moan my fucking name, please. I can feel my release approach, your warm cunt squeezing me nearly to death. Damn, I love pussy....

"Ah— fuck, I'm Joe"

I would have mentally slapped myself for the way I just introduced myself... if I wasn't balls deep inside a cunt. But I don't care, the warmth, the wetness, your noises and fuck... I pull quickly out to shoot my release on your bare ass and you moan my name. Poetry.

I feel the urge to kiss you, scream out loud the euphoria I feel but I won't. You would get scared and look at me as a sicko. But I'm not... it has been just too long since I last fucked.

Sadly the buzzing feeling of my orgasm didn't last much and as I put my softened cock back in my pants I finally realize where I am and why I fucked you in the first place.

I need to get ride of the body and.... I think you're going to help me.

"We need to bury it. I nearly finished to dig so we just need to pick it up and hide it"

I inform you, my eyes watching your face for any reaction. You look pretty all flushed and breathless; I can still smell our juices from here but it won't distract me. No.

Luckily you're a smart girl, I didn't even need to threat you or force you. You are intelligent enough to understand that you don't have much choice. So you help me.

And I can assure you that this kind of things are faster done in two than on your own. Thank you for your help...

"What's your name?"

You answer, saying just your first name and.... Oh— I like your shaky voice, your name, you. Thank you for your help, Y/n. I'm pretty sure we will see each other again sooner or later.

I know you won't go to the police, you're in it too now.

#joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg smut #joe goldberg #joe goldberg fanfiction #joe goldberg x y/n

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shan-yee · 7 months ago

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𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘟𝘐 = 𝙀𝙠𝙠𝙤 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙝

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 = 𝙀𝙠𝙠𝙤 [𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚]

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 = 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 = 2154

𝘈/𝘕 = English is not my first language, please let me know if you see any mistakes ! Enjoy ✨

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

⇰ Ekko is a gentleman, he will happily take care of his partner and make sure she is okay. He will also surely give her a nice hot bath and carry her there.

⇰ He’ll sometimes go and prepare some snacks while she takes a bath and he will bring them to her with a big smile.

⇰ Ekko will always take care of her first before taking a shower !

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⇰ His hands are surely his favorite body part because he does a lot of things with them, he saves people, he creates things and above all they allow him to touch the one he loves.

⇰ For her part, he adores her face, more precisely her eyes. Ekko spends most of his time observing her every little reaction and every time he meets her gaze full of love he falls for her all over again.

Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

⇰ Ekko is very cautious and most of the time he will want to wear protection and if his partner takes contraception he will be a little less strict about it but does not have one hundred percent trust in contraception.

⇰ He is quite classic and likes to finish inside the reader, however, at the beginning of their relationship he will refuse to cum on her body but with some discussions and if he sees that she wants it he will try it once and strangely he will like.

⇰ He has an average amount of cum and the taste is not too bitter, maybe because he eats a lot of sweet fruit ?

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⇰ I think he might like to be dominated by his partner, but be careful, dominate in the sense of being under her, being blindfolded, perhaps also restricted with bandages on his wrists.

⇰ But it will take time for him to talk about it with his girlfriend and he will want to do things right.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

⇰ Honestly he won't have much experience, maybe a fling here and there but romantic relationships aren't really the most important thing for him.

⇰ He never took the time to meet women with the aim of starting a relationship but the love he feels for his partner will fall on him when he least expected it !

⇰ He will learn very quickly with communication and of course he will probably be a little embarrassed and clumsy at first but he will quickly understand what to do.

Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

⇰ Ekko will favor positions that allow him to feel his partner against him and embrace her, not being there often, sex is for him a very important moment where he can finally be with her and enjoy.

⇰ Positions like “Face-off” and all the different “spooning” are perfect. In all of them, he will hold her firmly against his chest and help her with her movements at the same time.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

⇰ Ekko is in-between, romantic while being slightly humorous and with a touch of seriousness.

⇰ He will like to make a few little jokes here and there or tickle his partner for example. And the next second he will become a little more serious again, for him the important thing is that his girlfriend feels comfortable, after all sex is an intimate moment.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

⇰ It all depends on if he has time or not, there will be weeks where he has to go from left to right and he will probably take a shower every three days, and during these showers he will not take the time to shave wanting do it as quickly as possible.

⇰ I think he wouldn't care if his partner shaves or not, after all he doesn't do it regularly so he wouldn't be the best person to make this suggestion to her.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

⇰ As I mentioned in “goofy”, Ekko will be a mixture of several adjectives. But mainly I think it will indeed be romantic.

⇰ The first few times he will want to do everything in a big way, with candles, a romantic dinner and a sensual atmosphere, but with time he will calm down a little but there will always be some little touches like a small bouquet of flowers, a little less candles, a hot bath, etc.

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

⇰ Before being in a relationship he didn't really think about it and the lack of time for himself didn't help things. He probably did it from time to time to relax and relieve his accumulated stress.

⇰ Once in a relationship and after exploring his intimacy with his partner it won't really change, well when he is alone, if his girlfriend is not far away he will occasionally go and ask her for a small favor —wink wink—.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

⇰ Honestly, as much as I racked my brains, I couldn't find one, I think he's quite open and that if his partner suggest something he'll usually be up for it but that he himself will not really have any..

Location (Favorite places to do the do)

⇰ Ekko likes the calm of his house and the softness of his blankets, he won't really like doing it anywhere other than at home, not wanting to be surprised.

⇰ There are a lot of movements among the Firelights and Ekko does not want to tempt the devil and risk being surprised by anyone.

⇰ But ! He will like to do it in several places such as the kitchen, living room or bathroom but in the end he always prefers his bedroom the most.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

⇰ Ekko loves it when his partner touches his face or holds him against her, feeling her body against his is often what turns him on, especially after she showers or in the morning if she fell asleep naked the night before .

⇰ But generally Ekko is turned on by everything his girlfriend does, her simple presence at his side has an effect on him.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⇰ Just like Viktor, Ekko will never hurt his partner even if she wants it, he will understand if it is something that pleases her and will not hold it against her but it will be very clear that it is not something he wants to experience.

⇰ Anything exhibitionism and treesome are also a big no no for him, there is no way he will share his girlfriend with anyone or let anyone watch her in her most vulnerable state.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⇰ He will learn very well even if at the beginning he will not really know what to do, but he will be a master from his second oral, after having carefully observed the reactions of his partner during his movements.

⇰ Ekko particularly likes to give pleasure to his partner and it gives him some at the same time. His nature forces him to help people and take care of them even when he doesn't necessarily want to, but with her it's always a pleasure.

⇰ He will never say no to a blowjob ! But he still prefers to give.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

⇰ Being often tired, he will tend to take his time during the act and will be quite slow, gentle and sensual in his movements.

⇰ Of course, if his partner wants it or if he simply feels like it, he will sometimes be rougher and faster, although he prefers to savor the moment.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

⇰ Ekko will always be up for a quickie and will often be the one to initiate it, he would prefer to take his time as said above but sometimes it will be better than nothing.

⇰ Even in these moments when he generally doesn't have much time, he will make sure he can feel his partner against him as much as possible.

⇰ So I would say three to four times a week if he doesn't need to travel outside of Zaun or the hideout.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

⇰ Honestly it depends on the kind of risk, if we're talking about spicing it up a little by trying new things—wax play, bondage, etc.—surely yes but if it's things like exhibitionism, treesome, breath play, BDSM, etc., no.

⇰ For everything that is exhibitionism and treesome he will refuse directly and will not agree to "think about it", Ekko wants to keep his relationship private and he could not share his partner with anyone else, as he could not do it with another woman.

⇰ For the rest he could possibly think about it but he will surely end up refusing, not wanting to take unnecessary risk—breath play—or just because he’s not into it.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

⇰ It all depends on what he did during the day, on his best days he can last four to five rounds without the preliminaries and on the worst two or three, however it will happen that sometimes he is much too tired and falls asleep directly.

⇰ Generally Ekko lasts around ten minutes but he recovers quite quickly, all he needs is a few kisses here and there and he will be up for another round.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

⇰ Before being in a relationship Ekko had never really seen one and he would never think of owning one. If his partner has it, he will be quite curious and ask her to show it to him.

⇰ I think he will agree, after long discussions and with a few conditions, to try it on himself. He will probably be embarrassed at first but will relax after a few tries.

⇰ Just like Viktor, if his partner wishes, he will have the idea of creating one on his own to give to his partner.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⇰ From time to time he will like to tease his girlfriend, with little remarks or he will stop his movements when she asks him to speed up, etc.

⇰ But he will only do it when he has the energy and knows that he can make up for it with one or two more rounds and fast and deep movements, when he is tired sex with him is much slower and intimate, so he won't make a joke or tease her.

Vocals (How loud they are, what sounds they make, what does they say if they speak.)

⇰ Ekko likes to ask his partner what she feels and if everything goes well during the act, he will always ask her questions and be very attentive to her reactions to be sure that she enjoys it.

⇰ From time to time he will let out slight moans but generally he grunts more than he moans. Also, he is not the type to hold back his noises and he has extreme trust in his partner which means that he is not at all embarrassed, well a little at the very beginning of their relationship.

Wild care (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

⇰ Ekko likes to let the children at the shelter paint his face, he will pretend to sleep while they are having fun and to be shocked once he wakes up. he is also not against the idea of having children when the air is cleaner in Zaun and the Shimmer problem more under control.

X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

⇰ Ekko is average, maybe slightly longer, approximately 16/17cm and 14 in girth. I really hate this part because I still don’t know what to say.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⇰ Ekko really likes sex and will never say otherwise but he is very capable of going several days or even weeks without doing it and it won't even make him in a bad mood!

⇰ Generally three to four times a week is perfect for him but he will never say no to doing it more frequently.

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⇰ Even if he is tired, Ekko will always refuse to fall asleep before his partner. He likes to be sure that she is comfortable and sleeps soundly before relaxing and falling asleep.

⇰ While she falls asleep, Ekko will caress her back or arms with his fingertips and hold her against him to give her body warmth, especially in winter.

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writersrkive · 7 months ago

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Warmth | Aaron Hotchner

summary: Your period arrived, and you are feeling like shit, but that doesn't mean you won't go to work. Your body is pleading to rest, but you are stubborn, so you act like you are fine. However, Hotch is there to take care of you.

genre: comfort pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader warnings: cramps and physical discomfort caused by menstruation, fainting.

a/n: maybe is not a good one, but I'm on my period, so let me be delulu. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

Navigation Criminal Minds masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

When your lower back started to hurt, days prior, you knew what day of the month was getting closer. You prepare yourself, however that morning your body felt heavy, almost numb.

Walking out of bed, going to the bathroom, showering and dressing up were difficult tasks. The morning didn't go any better. You had problems with your car, the traffic was hell, and when you arrived at Quantico, fifteen minutes late, your ID wasn't in your wallet. You had to walk back to your car and go up to the floor where you worked five minutes later.

“Did you have cardio yesterday? Is that the reason why you are so late?” Derek asked, teasing, but you were not in the mood to joke with your best friend.

"Maybe I just took too long to hide the body of the rat that was bothering me last night, do you want me to show you what I did with it?" I asked, finally sitting on the chair to rest my lower back. My belly was hurting a lot.

“Uh.” Emily said and chuckled when she saw Derek's surprised expression.

“Maybe not the time.” The dark skinned whisper.

“Definitely not.” I answered. “Did Hotch…” I started, turning to JJ.

“Don't worry. He has been inside his office since we arrived. I don't think he noticed."

A few minutes later, I was leaning towards the files I had on my desk, not because I couldn't see, but because I needed to feel something warm towards my belly. My hands weren't enough, but it was all I had.

“Take this.” Spencer said, handing me some pain killers.

“Thanks, but last time I tried, they didn't work."

“Try again.” Emily said softly, understanding what was happening. “If you don't feel good, tell us.”

“Thanks, but seriously, I'm fine.”

That wasn't true though. Thank God we had just file day, because I wouldn't be able to fly in that condition. But at least I would have the opportunity to sleep a little thereby.

I needed something warm. So I stood up and walked to the mini cafeteria, where there was a coffee machine, with tea bags on the side and snacks. My tea was already prepared, I only wanted to grab a chocolate bar, but the cramps hit me, making the cup of tea almost fall from my hands.

“Hey, hey. Easy there.” That calm and velvety voice made me realise the man who I liked was now next to me, helping me by taking the cup and steadying myself with his other hand.

“Sorry, boss.” I whispered.

“What happened? Are you sick?”

“Kinda… I'm just not feeling good. You know, that day of the month.” I answered, still trying to breathe, feeling a tear of cold sweat slide down my back.

“It's okay. You need to rest. Go home.” He said with a firm, yet soft tone of voice. The team was always saying he only used that tone with me.

“I'm fine, seriously.”

I could see in his eyes that he was not convinced. “Okay, but let me know if you need something. Don't think I didn't notice that you arrived late.”

“I'm really sorry. That won't happen again.” My cheeks were probably burning, and I didn't know if it was because of my period, or the embarrassment.

“What I'm trying to say is that I know that you are not feeling good, and I will understand if you need to go back home.” He reassured me, lightly caressing the arm that still held me.

“Thanks.” I whisper.

“Here. Take this.” He handed me a warm compress that he took out of the microwave after heating it for a few minutes.

The tea and compress helped a lot, however, the painkiller didn't work. I felt like I was about to faint. The noises of our workmates, the weather, and even poor JJ's breathing was stressing me out. A break was what I needed, but I wouldn't be able to take one, so instead, I went to the bathroom. I didn't know Hotch was observing me from his seat, through the office window.

In the bathroom things weren't better. My forehead was covered in sweat, my throat felt dry and my legs and arm were about to give up. All of that was reflected on the mirror in front of me.

Someone knocked.

I opened the door and then my vision turned black. Next I remember strong arms embracing me on the floor. “That's it. I'm taking you home.” He said.

“I'm…” I tried to talk.

“No, you are not fine. Sometimes you need to hear your body and rest.” He explained gently, moving my hair out of my face. “You are going to drink water. I'm going to get your stuff and I'll take you home.” It was obvious there was no room for discussion.

“Got it, boss.” I whispered, letting myself smile on his chest. It wasn't a surprise how excited I was because he was taking care of me, even if I was feeling like shit. He was the warmth I needed.

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woso-dreamzzz · 6 months ago

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Nagging: Christmas

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Mignon

"It's...a can," Alexia says blankly, turning over the present in her hand," Is this...Is this a French thing that I don't understand?"

"Don't look at me!" Vicky says quickly when her captain's eyes turn to her," I'm, very clearly, not French!"

"But you are y/n's friend," Alexia replies," Has she told you anything about this?"

Vicky shrugs as she hands the last wrapped can to Kika to open. "Just to hand them out to everyone, let you open the wrapping paper but not the actual cans."

They're not branded or anything, Alexia notes as she turns it around in her hands. There's no labels to give away what's inside and even shaking it doesn't help.

"Maybe..." Keira says as she rattles the can while holding it up to her ear," Maybe...it's beans?"

Aitana lets out a little titter of a laugh. "Not everyone is English, Keira. Not everyone likes beans."

"Yeah," Patri joins in," Besides, she's French! Aren't they known for their good food?"

Keira wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Yeah, their snails and their frogs legs. Hardly the most appetising. At least beans are versatile."

"It won't be beans," Frido says simply," And it won't be food. It'll be something else."

"Any idea what?"

Frido shrugs. "No food, is all I've got."

"Well can she hurry up?" Mapi says," Because it's cruel that she's making us wait."

Alexia rolls her eyes. "She's getting treatment right now. She can't exactly hurry that up."

Mapi groans, practically throwing herself back into her seat as she fiddles with the can in her hands. "She totally did this on purpose," She complains to no one in particular," I just know she did. She's trying to kill me."

"You just need to be patient."

"But I hate being patient! Patience is a scam!"

Alexia sighs. "Ingrid-"

"Nope. Not my problem when she's with the team. It's a shared responsibility."

Maybe you did choose to schedule your treatment just to screw with Mapi a bit but it was one of your greatest joys in life and Christmas was all about giving. You're sure Mapi enjoyed giving you her time as she was forced to wait around for you to appear to finally open the can you'd presented her.

You'd made sure to really stress how important this was to you, for nobody to open their cans before you'd arrived.

You'd insisted it was a present that the team would have to enjoy together.

Or else.

You'd left the 'or else' bit purposely vague just to keep everyone on their toes and, now, as you open the door to the locker room, you're happy to see that everyone had done as you told them.

"Finally!" Mapi complains, leaping to her feet from where she'd been laying on the bench with Ingrid's fingers gently carding through her hair. "You took ages!"

You grin. It's more of a smirk actually and you can hear Vicky snicker behind you as you shrug. "Just trying to keep on top of my health," You tell Mapi," My hamstring was feeling kind of tight. I wanted to get it massaged out. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't? I might have torn it on the pitch."

Mapi pokes you right in the middle of the forehead. "And you couldn't have done that hours ago when you and Jana were fighting on the Playstation?"

"It's almost like, Mapi, that you want me to delay the can opening until later."

"Ingrid! Tell her to stop teasing me!"

Ingrid relaxes back in her cubby, completely at ease with herself as she scrolls through her phone to find the perfect Christmas gift for her nephew. "I'm not in charge of her."

"Keira-"

"Just because Lucy left doesn't mean-"

"Alexia!"

"One day," Alexia says to no one in particular," One normal day is all that I ask for."

You flash Mapi a grin.

She sighs. "Can we please open our presents now?"

"Why Mapi," You say with that smug smirk of yours," All you needed to do was ask!"

Mapi makes some annoyed noises at you, acutely aware that any kind of insult flung at you would end up in a lecture for her. She knew that you knew that too so settled on just making noise as you as you lingered in the doorway.

Honestly, staying in the doorway should have been their first clue that this present opening wouldn't be quite as normal as usual. Their second clue should have been the way that you were holding your phone, clearly set up to record their actions.

The third and final clue should have been the mischievous grin that you and Vicky exchanged as she tilted the can away from herself and towards the person standing next to her.

"Okay?" You say," Ready? Open!"

It's carnage immediately as the fake snakes spring from all of the can and the glitter you had paid more for went everywhere.

You high five Vicky before immediately sprinting out of there when Pina lunges at you.

You know she's running after you when the pounding of her feet reaches your ears and you know everyone else is following when the sound of the feet get louder and louder.

"Get back here!" Pina yells and you take a sharp corner through the corridors to the break room.

You come to a skidding stop in front of the tree, whipping around just in time to dodge the flailing hands of Kika as she tries to catch.

"Now," You says, laughing awkwardly as you scramble up onto the countertops," Would it make you happier to know that I've got you all non-joke, stuff-you'll-actually-like presents? Because I have!"

You gesture to the tree and, thankfully, most of the anger seems to melt from the others as they go about distributing them - though Mapi narrows her eyes and glares at you as she passes.

"It's very nice that you bought us proper presents," Alexia says, giving you a sideways hug," But you're going to get that locker room all cleaned up before everyone heads home."

You groan.

"No complaints," She cuts in with a laugh," That's the price you pay for playing pranks during Christmas."

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beast3end · 3 days ago

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Happy birthday, my dear~

Summary: You were born as a soul jam for Virtue. You are their friend, mentor, and guiding light. You are closer than any other of the Virtues. You are the light, and they are your protectors. Characters: platonic!shadow milk & reader; platonic!burning spice & reader; platonic!mystic flour & reader; platonic!eternal sugar & reader. WC: 2,5k CW: gn!reader; there may be mistakes in the text because English is not my native language; light of knowledge!reader is very chatty; light of Change!reader is a bit toxic; Silent Salt will be added after their release.

The general beginning:

For the first time you wake up in someone else's arms: the heat scorches your cold body, and a quiet whisper penetrates into your very core, resonating, filling to the brim.

A figure made of the purest light is smiling — you can feel it because thin lips are touching your… body. Or something that can be considered one.

You don't remember anything, you're the snow-white first snow on the mountain tops: just as untouched and innocent.

But you know that this is not a kiss — life itself is being breathed into you.

"Nice to meet you, my dear," a voice sounds like the tinkling of bells. "I hope someday you will find the strength to forgive me. This is the best uniform I could make for you."

You want to reassure her that everything is fine. You can't move to stroke her warm light. You're shouting that you're not mad. But nothing works. Her don't hear you, or maybe they just ignore you. You can't understand — you can't see someone else's face.

"You will become a companion and a support for one cookie. Lead them by lighting their way with your power—don't let them get lost in what awaits them."

You swear, but your oath hangs in the air, unheard.

When her palms approach the baking tray, you see them: have cookies, sleeping peacefully and waiting in the wings. Four of them are decorated with large stones that began to twinkle and hum more and more the closer you got.

You got it.

You're just like them.

And you are destined the last cookie, still deprived of stone, future light.

It's like love at first sight.

Your body is heating up more and more with every second, now not you who's being burned, but about you. The impatience to cling to someone who would become your legs and arms almost sizzled inside you.

"Happy birthday, my dear light ◆◆◆◆◆◆…"

Shadow Milk:

Before he saw the other Virtues; before he heard the voice of the Witch of Life… His consciousness is shuddering from your excited voice, shouting "hello!!"

It was the speedrun of Virtue's acquaintance with his soul jam, congratulations to him.

He quickly realizes what it means to be a Virtue of Knowledge. You're quite talkative.

No, it's not like that.

You literally won't shut up.

"Shadow, what is this?" "Shadow, what do you think, how to do this?" "Shadow, why do they do it this way?"

Probably, if you had been in the wrong hands, everything would have ended badly. The same Burning Spice is not very patient — Shadow Milk has more than once caught moments when he openly cursed with his souljam. But he's not like that! In fact, being a Fount of Knowledge, he was delighted with your every question. You knew how to find a gap in everything and turn everything upside down.

Shadow Milk is a curious cookie. Curiosity was baked before he was — after all, how else can you gain knowledge without having an ounce of curiosity? But you're literally on another level. Maybe it's because you're not a cookie; maybe it's because you're the purest quintessence of what he's supposed to bring to the world. The question that was just beginning to form on his tongue, you already voiced it as if it were your breath.

Sometimes even the night itself wasn't a hindrance to you. You buzzed and scratched his mind from the inside, your insistent whisper of "Shadow, Shadow" pulled him out of the world of dreams.

"What is..?" "If we burn circles of filling, limiting and drawing mana from the moonlight on the bottom of the jug, we can make the jug fill on our own, but so that the contents do not spill out from the edges?" "There is only enough space at the bottom of the jug for two circles…" "And if we combine circles of restriction and mana drawing? Half of the symbols echo each other, and they also have a similar energy flow structure!" "…" "…" "It's useless, but let's try" "Yay, yes!!"

Without waiting for dawn, the Fount of Knowledge went to the library. He was looking for books that could be useful, and you remembered every article about double magic circles: how they work, what needs to be considered, how it affects the effectiveness of the spell.

Shadow Milk hated the session season as much as the students hated them. But he had one advantage that they didn't have: you.

"I don't know who wrote this nonsense, but he clearly has the brains of a chocolate frog." "Who do you have to be to confuse the circle of teleportation with the circle of summoning? Brave! Instead of escaping, this cookie will be able to throw her Pokemon into danger." "I don't know what kind of potion this cookie was trying to make, but it's tea. Shadow, don't laugh! It looks like tea, smells like tea, and I'm sure it tastes like tea too!.. Are you seriously drinking this?!"

The longer he lived, the more authoritative his words were. Every year, fewer and fewer cookies appeared ready to challenge him — they simply retreated, admitting defeat in an argument that had not even begun. This annoyed Shadow Milk. It annoyed you.

In the end, you were the only one who dared to try to change his mind about one thing or another. It wasn't always successful, but sometimes you won over him!

Eternal Sugar:

You didn't talk to her right away.

When Sugar of Happiness asks itself, "How can I make cookies happy?" you ask immediately, without hesitation, "What would make you happy yourself?"

Sugar of Happiness doesn't know. She, who had just been born, born for the mission of making others happy, did not know what happiness was.

"It's okay," you reassure her in a soft, warm voice. Your voice is gentle and caring, like a cloud of cotton candy, and Sugar of Happiness feels the anxiety dissipate in an instant. "We can figure this out together. Step by step. That's going to be our priority right now, because only a happy cookie can make everyone else happy, right?"

And that's how your journey began.

You pulled her along to meet the sunset on the hill. You offered her to try every food she could lay her eyes on. When you saw how some cookies taught young cookies to draw, you pushed her to test themselves in this.

Not every one of your ideas was successful. During some classes, the Sugar of Happiness fell asleep, she didn't like something else, and in the third she just couldn't see what you saw. And with every failure, you felt as if a crack appeared on your body, even though it wasn't.

"We've just wasted our time…" you muttered with guilt in your voice. Instead, you could have tried to find something else that would definitely make Sugar of Happiness happy! "I don't think so," Sugar of Happiness herself sings with a smile. "After all, we realized that it doesn't make me happy, right?"

In the end, the first thing that finally aroused interest in Sugar of Happiness is playing musical instruments. She was especially good at lyra. Sometimes she would sit in the town square and gather a crowd of cookies listening to her play. And you… as if under hypnosis, you started singing.

When this happens for the first time, Sugar of Happiness feels the lightness in her dough, as well as the warmth curling somewhere in the center of her chest. You notice it right away. Now, every time her fingers pluck the strings of the lyre, you sing. Only for her.

When the Garden of sweet Delights is ready, you congratulate her. The first step in realizing your mission has been accomplished. Now it's a small matter.

You are surprised to notice that Sugar of Happiness imitates you: she greets each cookie with a gentle, gentle voice; she helps each one find something to do in the Garden that makes the cookie happy. Someone likes to take care of flowers, someone likes to bake, someone has a rich imagination and a silver tongue.

She gives her all for the sake of others, stopping only when you insist on rest.

After all, Sugar's of Happiness mission is to make cookies happy, and yours is to make Sugar of Happiness happy.

Mystic Flour:

While the other Virtues managed to establish contact with their soul jams, you remained silent.

Mystic Flour felt your invisiblepresence. The power that you shared with her when she fulfilled the wish of another cookie was warm. But this feeling you of watching and studying her froze her fingers so much that sometimes she couldn't even bend them.

Anxiety ate the Mystic Flour from the inside out: don't you accept her? Maybe you're not rejecting her completely just because you two are connected because of the witches.

On the other hand, you were… at a complete loss.

Mystic Flour was a kind, gentle, and generous cookie. You, who were born as a guiding light for her, were just a ridiculous flicker of a candle. Flour itself was the light that one could blindly follow.

But at some point, it became impossible to remain silent. The cookies that followed her sometimes annoyed you with their frivolous desires. This time, as many as three of them clung to the Mystic Flour at the same time — everyone was sure that it was he who should be listened to first, and the rest could wait.

Mystic Flour stood and watched the growing dispute, anxiously shifting her gaze from one cookie to another. It was at this moment, when her discomfort level began to go through the roof, that she heard you: "Straighten your back and lift your chin higher. Relax your shoulders and don't look into your eyes, look at they forehead. It'll make you less nervous. And then tell them to calm down, otherwise none of their wishes will be fulfilled."

Your voice is clear and unbiased. Maybe a little commanding, but firm and confident. This confuses her even more than the scolding of cookies, which is why she follows your instructions without a second thought.

"You should remember," you continue when the situation has calmed down. "These cookies have come to ask you for a wish, not the other way around. You have the right to refuse the stupid, you have the right to ignore the overly arrogant."

You weren't very talkative. You only made yourself known at certain moments, giving advice on how to behave to Mystic Flour in certain situations. Sometimes meager praise was what Flour expected when she did what you were just about to ask.

You realized what your mission was as a soul jam. You were supposed to be the inner core of the Mystic Flour. Make the right image out of her soft dough, so that they can't look down on her, and send her to the oven so that this image doesn't crumple under the impact. The main thing is not to let her lose this kindness and sincerity.

"We should make a temple in the mountains," you insist, when Mystic Flour chooses a place for his temple. "The higher, the better. Maybe then there will be fewer fools, and there will be more worthy fulfillment of desires. Let them think whether it's so important in the face of a ladder of a thousand steps."

Burning Spice:

The way you first made yourself known was not by talking. At that moment, there was a battle going on against the monsters — Burning Spice was trying to protect the village that sheltered him and the rest of the Virtues. He was about to strike with a parashu when the ground beneath his right foot changed, turning into quicksand. Before he could react, he stumbled absurdly, and a second monster flew over his head, which he did not notice, and bit the neck of the one Spice was going to cut down.

"Oh Witches," your doomed voice rang out, full of suffering. "My cookie is an idiot!"

Any one of the Virtues, watching they friend, was sure that he did not get along with his soul jam at all. Every time he addressed you, it was more like an endless, incessant argument.

It's not just his fault. You've been adding fuel to the fire too. "You can't really protect yourself." Your voice is mocking and snide, Burning Spice is sure that if you had a mouth, you would have bared your teeth in a wide grin. "Then how are you going to protect others?"

He had to listen to it after every battle, when he returned with serious wounds, and sometimes even almost crumbled. Stupid, weak, stubborn — you hit his sore spots with a vengeance, picking at the wounds and penetrating under the crust like the most terrible virus. He didn't want to admit it, he hated to admit it, but you were right.

Hard training wasn't the only thing he did. He fought tirelessly every day with his only opponent, you. And this battlefield was different from the battles against monsters. You didn't try to hurt him, but every little victory you win is a humiliation for him.

When a small stone falls on his head, the impact is stronger than it should be. "What is it?" you giggle when Burning Spice tries to lift that stone, but it doesn't work. "You don't have enough strength? And I said that you need to develop fine motor skills!" "How is this related?!" "You'll spend a couple of weeks modeling clay and you'll understand! Or you won't understand—I just remembered who I'm talking to, haha!"

Burning with rage and indignation, he follows your words — he must prove that your words are utter nonsense! But time passes and Burning Spice realizes that the parashu begins to feel different: he feels where it is more convenient to grab so that the base does not slip, as well as how to keep the balance of the weapon. His movements become clearer and his punches more precise. It makes him even angrier.

Damn clay modeling!

One day, his patience bursts like a soap bubble. He bites you. Trying to bite through, well, or at least cause just a small crack. Anything! Instead, he feels you vibrating against his teeth because you're laughing. "Oh witches, what are you trying to achieve?!" you scratch somewhere inside him, testing how much he will last. "If I could be broken so easily, I would have already broken, considering how often you fall!" "And for who am I falling?!" "I'm developing mindfulness in you, since the witches have deprived you of brains! Since there is no strategy when you rush into battle, then be kind enough to at least pay attention to the situation around you!"

When the first temple is being built for him, you are silent. Burning Spice feels his dough itch with a sense of emptiness: he was so used to your caustic comments that the silence seemed uncomfortable. Unpleasant. Alien. He never contacted you first—it was always you, your advice, and your jabs at his weaknesses.

"Are there any complaints again?" snorts Burning Spice, leaning back against a pillar. You don't answer. "Hey? Knock knock, is the splinter in touch?" You're still silent. "If you answer me, I'll jump out of the window."

He always knew that even though you were like that, you were worried about him. You expressed it in her own way. Your banter has always been aimed solely at making him stronger. And if you were too soft… he would just brush off your words.

"Have pity on the poor cookies," you say without enthusiasm. "Anyone is traumatized by the sight of some fool jumping out of a fourth-floor window." "It's the first time you've been silent for so long." "I was thinking." "About what?" "Perhaps my presence is no longer necessary. Maybe you can handle it without me now."

There's silence at first, and then Burning Spice laughs, loud and raucous, so that it takes his breath away. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life!" You hum in displeasure on his chest. "If it wasn't for you, I would have turned into crumbs back then, on the first day of our baking!"

You're silent, now considering his words.

"This temple was built for me. What do you think?" "…I think it's too luxurious for someone like you." "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You're mumbling awkwardly. Burning Spice can feel the warmth spreading through he body from the dough touching you. "Congratulations, Spice. You've grown a lot during this time and you deserve it all."

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The Scouts as Your College Boyfriends [Headcanon]

CHARACTERS: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Erwin and Levi x gn!Reader (slighty spicy at the end)

If you like to see others, please tell me. I'll try this concept again for Levi, and maybe Eren/Jean too. I apologize for some scenarios being bigger than others. I'm Brazilian so I don't know how college works in other places, so don't mind if sounds different to you. English is not my first language.

˗ˏˋ EREN YEAGER ˎˊ˗

He seeks justice in all his lifetimes. So, I see him enrolling in law to be a prosecutor. He wants to get justice for victims. However, he may switch to criminal defense as he learns more about the system and life.

Besides law, he's also interested in social studies so he may change his course for that. I can also see him wanting a political job, especially after high school. He aspired to make the world a better place. But, as he gets older, he becomes more skeptical about that.

Studies aside, he is such a cool guy to hang out with. He goes to some parties but never lets his studies aside. On the contrary of his high school years, as a college student, he is dedicated enough to get very good grades, though he barely studies, what an icon.

He meets you after he picks a fight with your ex. You just ended things with him and is trying to avoid him around campus. But, you would eventually have to go through his class corridor one day.

And of course, he is there when you do. The guy wants to talk to you so badly and paint himself as innocent, but Eren won't let that happen, as he already has enough of him, because of his problematic commentaries during class.

Eren, wanting no trouble with his professor, stays calm and ignores your ex during class. But, now, as he sees your ex trying to force you to speak with him, Eren finds a chance to finally get back to him.

He calls him off right there, in the middle of the corridor, in a humiliating but smart way. Eren also offers to escort you away from him. You, always the revengeful (rightly so), accept his companion.

So Eren throws his arms around your shoulders and looks behind him to shoot that look (yk the one) towards the guy. And so your love story begins.

Congrats, you got the hottest guy in college. That comes with ups and downs, but mainly ups. Eren is absolutely devoted to his partner, you. In theory, there's nothing you should be afraid of.

He'll do anything for you and will protect you from everything that can harm you. If you have a problem with a member of your group project, ask him to resolve it, and he'll be happy to oblige.

The downside of being with Eren is that he gets girls and boys enamored with him all the time. But he pays them no mind.

Eren would never look to anyone other than you, so he gets annoyed when someone tries to hit on him, and probably has a good comeback to it. Though he understands if you get jealous, and will take you immediately to the bathroom to prove you wrong.

Expect to hang out a lot with Mikasa and Armin, as Eren asks you to go with him on most of their outings. Their hangouts are mostly calm. The trio enjoys exploring towns and new places. Therefore, you should be prepared to always check on new locations and have different experiences with them.

You'll always have a place in Mikasa and Armin's hearts, and it makes Eren even more in love with you when he sees how much you guys get along.

Lastly, expect him to be in your dorm a lot. He loves to cuddle with you at night, and you can't say no to his cute sleepy face, desiring you to untie his hair and play with it. And it's even harder to say no to his sexy morning voice.

It sends shivers down your spine every time he wakes you up, asking you to stay for some minutes and skip the first period of classes. How can you say no to him when you know that in his arms you'll have the time of your life?

˗ˏˋ ARMIN ARLET ˎˊ˗

Many people link him to marine biology because of his interest in the ocean, which I agree with, but comes from a different perspective. I see him being more into the concept of traveling and discovering new things than anything.

I imagine him wanting a job that lets him stay put but also change settings from time to time. Biology and marine biology are great for that if you desire to study, protect, and care for wild flora or fauna.

Also, he sounds to me like a guy who enjoys brain challenges, so a scientific field is something that would keep him engaged. He will pursue education further than most people would, as he enjoys learning new things and overall the academic field.

But, this also means that he's a big nerd. He does hang out with his friends, but he prefers to stay indoors, so he is more likely to attend these types of reunions.

Mikasa and Eren are his best friends. He also has other companions, so he's not the lonely type of nerd. He's just a smart, yet introverted guy.

He's such a booklover, so it makes sense for him to get a part-time job at his university's library. Armin quickly learns about how everything works and it's the best at the job they ever had. So if you need any help finding something, go after him.

That's how you met him. You like the library for its silence and academic atmosphere that keep you focused on your studies. Armin's shifts are when you're also free to study, so you always see him when you go there, and quickly get a crush on the blondie.

He is such a cute and polite guy. Armin always greets you when you arrive and get a book, but you're kinda insecure that he is just being polite, seeing how he also treats other students.

But one day, you find yourself needing a helping hand to find your books. So you take it as a chance to talk to Armin. Though he seems rather busy, surrounded by two students you think you've seen before.

Going back to the shelves, you find yourself looking for this specific book for quite some time, that is until you feel him behind you. In Armin's hands lays the exact book that you need. Before handing it to you, he says that he needs to doublecheck it quickly, and goes to the direction his friends were.

When he hands the book to you, you find a cute post-it on the first page. It has a motivational phrase, a drawn smiley face, and a number. You can thank Mikasa and Eren later for the push they did on Armin, cause that's how you meet your boyfriend.

Armin is such a sweetheart. He always checks up on you: if you have studied for your tests if you've done your assignments on time, if you have rested after so many classes...

This is his way of taking care of you, in the middle of his own busy student life. Also, you don't need calendars anymore, baby boy remembers everything you say to him.

He takes you to study dates, where you'll spend half an hour studying, half an hour making out, then repeat. He settles his dorm with warm lights and will help you if you ask, somehow he can understand your lessons even better than you at first read.

If you're in the artistic field or an overall very different field for him, the relationship becomes such a learning experience for him. He enjoys sitting down at night with you, while you show him your project that you just ended. He looks at you with those big blue eyes.

He is so tender and shows so much admiration that takes your breath away, and you need to recollect yourself to go back to your work. Then, he will proudly take you to bed. He'll show you how much he enjoys your work. To relax you after your hard work, a great oil massage and some sexy times will follow.

˗ˏˋ JEAN KIRSCHTEIN ˎˊ˗

Jean is most of us out of high school: lost. So it is not a surprise that he chooses business or managing courses, - very common and vast fields to study on. He doesn't know where he wants to work yet.

All he knows is that he enjoys the frat lifestyle shown in movies. Ironically, at the same time, he wants a romance of books and he needs a job.

So as time passes, he finds himself enjoying HR, which he plans his career around and pushes his studies further. For me, Jean is a great leader and cares a lot for others, so HR is perfect for him. Plus he looks amazing in a suit/working outfit (mine and his words).

Like I said, he first wanted to experience the frat life. During his first semester, all he does is party, even more than Connie and Sasha together.

It's funny because all he wants is love and to have some fun, but he is too young and was created in a world that directed him to pursue a fuckboy life.

The reality is that he is anything but a fuckboy, he cannot even go to bed with someone without catching feelings. After some time, he can't sustain this lifestyle. With so many rejections and bad grades, he desires to change. He wishes to be a person he can be proud of.

That is how he finds himself pursuing mentoring classes. It may be for his own subjects, calculus, or for his writing, whatever you feel like you'd teach him in this scenario.

At first, you thought it was a prank... One of the top fuckboys of your college is wanting your help?

In the first classes, you have to reprehend him on some of his attitudes, but he always listens to what you say. The way you treat him so well makes him fall for you, no one had such patience with him before. So, he starts to do everything and anything to entice you.

Expect flowers on your doorstep. Chocolates will somehow slip into your bag when you aren't looking. And when opening the books you use with him, you'll find post-its with corny pick-up lines. It's obvious he wants you.

You confront him one day and tell him to spend his dedication on studies instead of trying to get into your pants. Jean was being truthful, but at first, you don't believe he'd change like that.

He promises you that he is changing into a better version of himself, and asks you to go out with him if he gets a full score in all his subjects. That seemed so impossible that you accepted the deal.

Jean took it as a challenge, and soon enough, you found yourself on a park date with him. After he spent so many nights studying to get good grades, he deserves some fun right? He even got an internship! And so more dates follow.

As a lover, this man is your devote, and you're his god/dess. He never hangs out without you, I mean never, so you bet you're gonna be friends with his friends too. He goes to fewer parties once he starts dating you.

Jean now prefers more intimate hangouts with you and his friends. He loves movie dates, because it's a win-win for him, as he can get some fun far from campus and keep his hands all around you with no one looking funny at him.

He is very touchy, so expect him to want proximity with you and be very clingy, but he does the most adorable pout when you deny him that you can't resist. Also, being so close to you allows him to lower his head and whisper nasty things in your ear. Meanwhile, his hands "innocently" roam your body.

The asshole knows what he is doing. But don't worry, handling all the teasing is worth it once you get alone in a secluded place and he kneels before you, to treat you good this time.

˗ˏˋ CONNIE SPRINGER ˎˊ˗

I'm not quite sure about his major per se, partially because I think he would not be that enthusiastic about it either. But s4 Connie gives me engineering vibes, especially electrical engineering.

That being said, his main interest is sports and frat life. He's an active and extroverted guy who likes to have fun as much as he can and may go parting sometimes.

He hangs out with Sasha and Jean the most, and sometimes with the other 104th too, making a big and messy group. But I assure you, he is the funniest and most unhinged one, never letting the hangouts get boring. Connie is the life of the group together with his best friend Sasha.

Eventually, he gets a part-time job, and becomes such a hard worker! This is great since he's able to learn to be more responsible and serious when needed.

He meets you at a party. You're in a corner, using your phone. You don't care for the party, but it was your friend's birthday. So, you had to be there.

This little guy didn't even know your friend, but he needed to get his mind off work and his upcoming tests. Eventually, Connie found you by yourself and decided to interact. Connie is not the type to let someone be uncomfortable around, he wants everyone to have a good time.

So he goes after you and stays because you picked his interests, and you both have the time of your life, dancing and laughing from his attics. When it gets too late, he takes you to your home and you offer your phone number in exchange to catch up, and so it begins...

Dating him is never boring. Baby likes to make you laugh, and says that it is the cutest motivation for him to wake up in the morning. He'll get out of his class a bit early to wait outside of your class, he tells you he was bored, and it's true, but he mainly missed you.

He messages you during your classes, sending memes and photos of his friends making funny faces at his teacher, but somehow he never gets caught.

Connie goes to parties with you to show you off to his friends. No one (especially Jean) believes that he got you initially, but after some time with you, they see how much compatible you two are.

If you're tired or not in the mood for going out, he sits with you in the car, blasting nostalgic and cheerful loud music, as you go around campus. Expect lots of sonography while you're walking around.

When you're in his or your dorm, he likes to tell you all about his day, while you guys cook or do some chores together. If you're cooking, expect many food fights ending with cute flour kisses and apologies from him. Connie is not a fan of chores (unlike Levi) but he enjoys spending time with you, so that's a bonus.

Also, please, remind him to study for his exams! He gets forgetful about this kinda of stuff and may get lower grades because of it, or procrastinate if he finds it boring. However, do not study with him, he will not let you, and you'll get lower grades but it may be worth it for the laughs and the flirting.

Look out, or he'll take you to the bedroom as soon as he starts to check you out so focused, so sexy for him. And I'll have to tell you; after he treats you so well, you will not want to do anything other than be lost in him.

˗ˏˋ ERWIN SMITH ˎˊ˗

Of all of them, he's the most obvious to me. First of all, he desires to get multiple degrees during his life, as a curious and cultured guy. So depending on your age difference, you may meet him during his first, second, or even third degree. He thinks about being a professor too, like his dad, but being more of an activist too.

Erwin definitely gets some work inside the university, either as a mentor or helping the faculty. Therefore, he is spending most of his time there. That's how he knows almost everyone around college, or at least most faculty members and talented students.

He is commonly seen with his friends: Levi, Hanji, Nanaba, and Mike, doing plans for hangouts with them. They can range from a simple movie night to an elaborate weekend in a cabin in the mountains.

Usually, the fun hangouts, like parks and trials are planned by Hanji. The active ones are chosen by Mike or Nanaba, such as going out to bars or playing sports. And Levi says that he never wants to go, but he is there anyway. They walk around college together alluring this "veteran" aura, very cool.

For one semester, you'll see him with your favorite professor, Mr. Smith, who you need to talk with. Erwin just stands there, looking so classy and smart that you're intimidated at first. However, as soon as your professor sees you, he introduces you to Erwin, who takes an interest in the project you're developing.

With that, you discover that he's the professor's son, while the older man just looks at you both with a strange knowing look. Erwin offers to help you, with your project, but he probably can't due to his proximity to your professor. He knows that. Erwin is just using it as an excuse to ask for your number, and it works.

Erwin is such a good boyfriend and a gentleman. He always meets you before the morning classes with a warm cup of your favorite beverage. He's such a busy person, with all the classes he is attending, work, and projects, but somehow he always makes time for his friends and you.

Also, he loves planning dates and invites you to the hangouts he has with his friends. Prepare yourself for cute museum dates, and fancy dinners after he gets his salary of the month. He likes to spoil you.

He surprises you sometimes, asking to meet in a random campus location, and surprising you with a sweet picnic under the tree. Erwin states that he's making up for his busy day ahead, and you both sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and maybe a book. That is at least until you hear Hanji's greetings from afar, followed by Levi trailing behind them with a scowl.

Sometimes, you wonder if dating Erwin is a package that comes with his friends as extra. However, be assured that at the end of the day, you'll get your alone time with him behind the sheets. Erwin will make it up to you in a way that'll make you even forget that anyone else exists other than him.

˗ˏˋ LEVI ACKERMAN ˎˊ˗

This guy doesn't even know why he's here nor how he got here in the first place. I mean, he is such a flexible character, I can see him in many degrees but for this multiple headcanon I'll stick with just three.

Levi as a teacher would be so iconic. He may pursue education because he had good teachers before and believed that they helped him take things seriously and not go to "the bad side" of life.

I see him in law pursuing it to be a judge or prosecutor too, he wants to see "rats" (his words), going to jail and will be pleased to be the one putting them there.

Since criminology fits more his persona so well, I don't think I need to discuss it that much. I'll just state that detective/forensic Levi would be the best of his generation. So it definitely an option too.

Enough of flattering him. As a student, Levi terrifies his professors, why? you ask me. He walks into class, sits down, and almost never moves an inch. He does not talk or ask questions. At the end of the term, he'll get the highest scores. He even works in a respected office already! The professors' days are counted... Ah wait that was flattering again? Oh well...

Anyway, he is the scary dog of his group, I mean like those scary little dogs, not the big ones. Levi walks with people twice his side, who together know everyone in college, but he just sticks with the three of them.

It's with them that he passes his free time. It's funny because he may sound like a hater and says that they are glued to him. But it's actually the opposite, he is the one to look after their hangouts the most.

One thing about college Levi is that he loves his coffee and tea. He knows every café in town but doesn't really enjoys the college ones, like the one you've been transferred to.

He only goes there when there is no other option, and says that the coffee is cold and the tea always tastes like toilet water. That is why your coworkers prepare you mentally for the infamous day you'll get to serve him.

The day comes, and you're alone at the counter, you don't even realize that is The guy everyone was so scared about. You quietly hand him his thing, and he goes away just as quietly, and so it becomes a routine. One day he comes with his friends, who are throwing you looks every moment or so (it's just Hanji).

Eventually, they leave. When you go to clean their tables, you see a note on it, it's a number. It's not Levi who wrote it, but Hanji. He didn't allow them to give out his number so they gave theirs. Soon enough, you start to hang out with the group.

And being part of the group means being part of Levi's heart. Your relationship starts like that, evolving from friends, to fwb to lovers. However, Levi treats you like you're his for so long, and you're dumb to not notice (his words).

Expect him to always walk you home. Look at him and you'll see him already looking back at you, then acting as if he didn't. He'll fetch you drinks and food during class recess, and he'll do so much stuff a boyfriend would do to you.

Eventually, he does become your boyfriend. Like I said, Levi already treated you like you were his before it was official, but after it, it just becomes less subtle. He will only get enough sleep when you're in bed with him. Also, your place will be spotless, he says that you can't clean but it's just an excuse for him to do something back.

Levi will stay by your side as you complain about a messed up class you had. He allows you to cry on his neatly cleaned sweater about a failed test. He'll even buy you ice cream while you ramble about your group member who didn't do their job. And like Eren, if someone else were to blame for your stress or tears, he would do something about it.

He never expects you to do something back for him. You being here for him is enough, it's his main motivation for dealing with annoying college life every day.

But if you're really into rewarding him them we will not complain if you get in his lap and be good for him too. Oh, it may even become a competition, as you both pleasure each other for hours after a tiring and busy day.

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