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best-of-yandere · 2 days

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Hi! How are you? I hope everything is well!

You can ignore this ask if you want!

Sorry if this ask is awkward but what would Dick do if you were sick? I know you said he snowballs into his tendencies.

But would he keep the reader sick when he sees how easy it is to manipulate them or infantilize them?

It can go in either platonic or romantic!

ALSO I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING I STUMBLED UPON YOUR BLOG YESTERDAY AND BINGED EVERY POST YOU HAVE AND KEPT ON REREADING

HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY❤️❤️

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆…

!!! GN reader, coerced care, drugging, forced sickness, slight manipulation, infantilizing, improper use of epidemiology.

At first, he would be terrified. He’d taken all these precautions to make sure you were safe, and here you were, down with some sickness? How did you even catch it?? Answer: Dick brought it home to you. He’s a careful man when it comes to your health, but there’s no way in hell he’s quarantining himself from you, so these are the consequences of his mandatory cuddles. Of course, now wasn’t the time to fret over the details. He had a new role to assume as your bedtime nurse, gathering all necessary items to help you through this illness.

He expected you to fight him with every step. Despite how hopeful he is, he does recognize the unfortunate reality of your relationship; you just don’t understand what’s good for you. A chiding remark was already hot on his tongue as he walked back into your shared room, ready to lecture you into submitting to his care.

So, imagine his surprise when you were oddly compliant.

You didn’t try to squirm away when he sat you upright. You didn’t turn your head away as he popped medicine in your mouth. You didn’t spit out the water he gave you to wash it down. Hell, you didn’t even try to curl away after he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. This all felt too good to be true, and he had to actually pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

You were listening to him.

You were finally listening to him.

But, of course, Dick should’ve known better than to get his hopes up. As you regained your health over the course of the week, you went right back to resisting his care, causing his heart to ache from false hope. A slightly more reasonable voice in his head reminds him that it’s good you’re getting better, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the grief he feels over the shortly lived compliance you showed.

You allowed him to dote over you, and he’s not going to trade that in for anything.

I can definitely see him going as far as to lace your medicine with something to keep you sick. I’m not entirely sure what he’d use, and as much as I would love to research this to find out, I’m pretty sure I’m already on a watchlist for the paralysis/amputation ask, so… we’ll just have to leave the substance unnamed. You wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary; perhaps a funny after taste, but maybe it’s always been there and you’re finally well enough to notice it. The next morning, you’ll feel like a truck hit you. Just when you felt like you were near the end, the sickness decided to come back with a vengeance… was this just the final wave before you’re in the clear?

Dick would obviously be faux sympathetic. He’d give you the worried eyes, acting absolutely taken aback by your returning worse condition. How could this be? You were looking good as new yesterday… well, don’t worry!! He’s here to take care of you!! You’ll feel better in no time!!

Now, would he feel guilty for purposely making you sick? A little. But he wouldn’t have to resort to this if you just let him take care of you, so it unfortunately had to happen. And besides, he’s not an idiot. He gives you the laced medicine within moderation, so no significant harm is being brought to your immune system (or so he thinks). He even makes sure to balance it out by giving you real medicine, too!! What’s the worse that can happen?

By the time the second week of your prolonged bedridden state rolls around, you’ve probably figured out something’s up. I can see Dick just eventually dropping the worried act entirely, instead seeming to enjoy your misery, so that would probably be a major clue as to what’s really going on. But it’s too late; you feel too weak to even lift a finger, having to depend on Dick for everything as you helplessly feel trapped in your own body.

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best-of-yandere · 2 days

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I like your dick writing! he definitely is the type to coddle for sure. I imagine it doesn’t get better lol

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄…

!!! GN reader, extreme infantilism, manipulation, pet-like treatment, mentions of drugging.

You’re painfully right about that. Dick’s descent into delusions means you’ll never get to do anything yourself. The longer this goes on, the more it seems he restricts what you can and can’t do. Wanna leave the house by yourself? Absolutely not. Wanna cook your own meal? Those knives are way too sharp for you. Wanna sleep alone? Something could happen to you in the middle of the night.

And with this increase of infantilizing comes an increase of manipulation. It’s obviously all for your own good, and he’ll pull out all the stops to make you believe it; honey sweet words, guilt-tripping, planting paranoia from fabricated what-if’s, condescending jabs at how “childish” you’re acting, full-on intimidation… you name it, he can do it.

You’ll soon feel reduced to a simple house pet, waiting for him at the front door if you want anything done. He feeds you. Gives you baths. Buys you clothes and plays dress up with you. Walks you (he’s not above a child leash if you don’t behave). It’s all so dehumanizing, like you have no free will over your own life.

And if you were to constantly disobey him? Fight him every step of the way despite all of the lies and manipulations? Somehow weasel your way out of locked doors and handcuffs?

Well… you may find yourself groggily waking up one day, your limbs feeling heavier than led as you can vaguely catch the shape of an IV drop next to his bedside.

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best-of-yandere · 2 days

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Hi! I've been following your writing for a bit now, and I really like your style of writing. There's a sort of flow to it. Anyways, I was wondering if you could write a Bruce Wayne x Batmom! Reader. Where Damian clings to Batmom a lot and it's so obvious he loves her more than he loves Bruce. So Batmom overhears Bruce paying Damian like a large amount of money to not interrupt their date? I think this would be really cute, and it's okay if you can't write it. And thank you so much in advance! <3

Bribes

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader, Damian Wayne x Batmom! Reader

Genre: Fluff (?)

Warnings: Characters may be out of character, reader is shorter than Bruce Wayne, jealousy

Synopsis: Will Bruce ever get a moment with you?

It happens a lot, almost too often. Every moment Bruce thinks he has alone with you , he doesn't.

The first time was when Damian started getting comfortable with you.

You and Bruce were in your bedroom, limbs entangled, just enjoying each other's presence in the dark, cold room. The only warmth was your bodies and the blankets.

Bruce was enjoying this, he was enjoying you. You guys had all boys, and oh lord were they mama's boys who needed you for all simple. Thank god he didn't have to worry about Damian turning into one like his brothers. At least Bruce thought.

There was a knock on the door.

"Go away." Bruce's voice booms.

You move from the position you and Bruce were in and you sit up.

"You can come in, Damian." You say.

It was quite obvious it was Damian, your boys all knocked on the door differently. Damians seemed more hesitant.

Damian walked in coming to your side of the bed. Bruce stares blankly , and confused on how the hell you knew it was Damian.

"Y/N , I had a nightmare can I sleep here?"

"N—" Bruce started.

"I was asking Y/N. Not you." Damian cuts him off. He sure was Bruces child.

"Of course, love." You smiled as the boy climbed in between you and a grumpy Bruce.

—

Another time it happened was when you and Bruce had a Gala to go to but the boys were gonna stay home.

However, he couldn't find you anywhere in sight to be found. Until he walked into the living room to find you and Damian cuddled under a blanket.

Damian leaned back on you with you rubbing his hair until he spots his father and he immediately jumps up acting like his mother wasn't just giving him affection he craved.

"Y/N, why aren't you dressed. We have that Gala tonight." Bruce raised a brow at you as he stood in front of you in his tuxedo that he looked EXTREMELY handsome in.

You give him a nervous smile, "Well about that," You raised up a thermometer, "Damian is feeling a bit under the weather so I will stay here with him while you attend."

Damian did a fake cough while smirking at his father. His face out of your vision you couldn't see the smirk.

Bruce squinted at Damian. He wasn't going to rat out his son to you because at least Damian warmed up to you and even then you wouldn't believe Bruce.

—

The last straw was when Bruce found Damian taking his favorite thing to do with you.

Every evening you would sit in the garden. It was labeled your bench because the boys always saw you out there on it no matter the weather.

One of your quiet places, you just sit out and read, crochet or some other peaceful activity until Bruce comes out. You two watch the sunsets every evening together and it was just a romantic, wholesome moment.

That is why when Bruce came outside to the garden to see Damian in his mother's arms he almost lost it.

Bruce wanted to be in your arms and Damian should not be there at all.

"Room for one more?" Bruce speaks.

This time Damian doesn't move out of your arms for his father has seen him like this multiple times and he just doesn't want his brothers to spot him being babied in his mother's arms.

"Sorry dear, there is only enough room for two people on this bench. You can come tomorrow." You look back and smile almost guilty.

Unfortunately tomorrow never came, because everyday Damian would beat Bruce to your arms on the bench.

—

All those events lead up to now. Bruce sitting Damian down to have a talk before you and Bruce went out for a date that Bruce has been looking forward to.

"I've noticed you spend a lot of time with Y/N." Bruce spoke to Damian.

"Ummi and I are just having normal mother-son time." Damian speaks.

Bruce furrows his eyebrows, "Yeah..whatever."

"Great! Conversation ended." Damian was about to get up till Bruce stopped him.

"You are not to sabotage this date." Bruce says.

"I'm not going to sabotage it but I am starting to feel a little sick." Damian smirked.

"Do not fake sick, I will pay you a million dolla—" Bruce was about to give Damian a bribe until he heard your laughter from the doorway and his face dropped.

"You two are really something." You place your hands on your hips after you stop laughing.

The two just stare at you waiting for you go finish what you are going to say.

"Damian, if your sick Dick will be here to take care of you in a little but until then you have Alfred." She walks towards him and brings her hand to his cheek, cupping it, "I spend a lot of time with you Dami, it is time I give your father some attention."

Damian melts into your touch, nodding. You were right, he had been spending a lot of time with you.

You then turn to Bruce, "As for you, you shouldn't have to bribe your son to not "sabotage" , our dates." You roll your eyes.

"I know, but we haven't had much time together lately." Bruce comes towards you.

When he's in-front of you, you look up while grabbing his forearms.

"I know, that's why tonight it will only just be us. I promise." Your eyes glimmer as you speak those words to him.

He was about to lean down to kiss you till Damian gets up and runs out the room yelling, "GET A ROOM!!"

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best-of-yandere · 6 days

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Will you write a second part for the Tom Riddle with mother issues one shot? I was kind of curious on how it will end up . Btw, I like your writing. <3

Thank you so much!

Part 1 is here.

Okay, round 2! This one’s a bit more graphic than the previous, so let me know if you’d rather I reel it in or if you like it this way.

(N S F W) (TW: non-con) (TW: pseudo-incest) (not actual incest)

The amount of leeway Tom allowed you for protestations on the first night did not last.

When he returned the next day, there was no dinner waiting for him, and you immediately raised your wand and told him to stay away from you.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, as if you’d just performed poorly on a graded assignment. As soon as he reached for his wand, you tried to speak the word to disarm him, but the locket suddenly tightened around your neck, cutting off your air at the last second, and Tom’s cruciatus curse hit you square.

Pain lanced through you. You hit the kitchen floor, too tense to writhe, your eyes tightly shut, your scream filling the air.

It was only for a few seconds.

You knew that, because the locket had ensured that you were unable to take a breath before the curse, and yet your scream hadn’t run out of fuel by the time Tom let up. Panting, you opened your eyes and found that he was sitting on the floor, now. Cross-legged and straight-backed, over your sprawled form. He set his palm on your cheek and wiped at your lips with his thumb. You were embarrassed to find that they were wet; the saliva hadn’t stayed in your mouth, while you were screaming.

“I don’t like hurting you, Mother,” he said. “If you could learn to be more loving, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

Your wand was still in your hand, albeit loose in your grip. You managed to point it at him, and your mouth sluggishly formed part of a spell: “Expel-”

“Crucio.”

You screamed anew, and you felt your voice give out as incomprehensible pain filled you. Once again, it didn’t last longer than a few seconds. The first thing you felt, when the agony abated, was the cool tile under your face; you had rolled over at some point, as if some instinctive part of you had thought you were on fire and hoped to put it out. You couldn’t see Tom, but you felt it when his hand descended on your head. You winced, but he only stroked at your hair. Soothing.

“We didn’t enjoy this, did we?” he asked. “We don’t want to keep doing this.”

You could feel your wand still in your hand, but no part of your mind could form a compelling argument in favor of using it. The fact that he hadn’t taken it from you, given so many opportunities to, had been the initial writing on the wall.

“Now, I want to be a good son. But you have to be a good mother, first. Are you going to be good?” He gingerly flipped you onto your back, again. He moved your hair out of your face with his wand hand. “Will you be good for me?”

You managed to nod.

(Unnecessary suffering was for Gryffindors. You weren’t subjecting yourself to more of that kind of pain just to prove a point that Tom would never accept anyway. If defying him would ever be the right choice, it clearly wasn’t now.)

Tom smiled pridefully and kissed you- a long, lingering press of his lips against yours, just on the surface, not mining your mouth like he had last night. When he pulled back, he asked, “Who are you, then?”

Keeping him satisfied gave you some measure of control over your fate. You were smart enough to keep him at bay, if your head would just stop spinning. “I’m your mother,” you answered him. Hoarse from screaming.

Tom eased forward and sank his weight onto you, his body spread over yours so that his head was tucked under your chin and his legs and feet extended past yours, on the floor; he was taller than you. Feeling him on top of you again, and feeling the way both of his legs had slotted between yours (implicitly preventing them from closing), caused a dull panic to spread inside you- dull, because what was there to do about it?

“Mother,” he sighed contentedly, and he smiled against your collarbone for a second. Then the second passed, and the smile fell away. “I didn’t like it when you tutored the other students, at school. Why didn’t you just tutor me?”

Oh, Merlin. So it wasn’t enough to play nice now; he also wanted you to retroactively explain away past infractions. And judging by the petty plaintiveness of his tone, you would be on the hook for those infractions until you gave an explanation that he deemed adequate.

“Well, you were already brilliant, Tom. You didn’t really need a tutor, did you?”

Though his enjoyment of the compliment was palpable, it didn’t seem to quell his dissatisfaction. “All the more reason; they were wasting your time.” His fingernails sank into your arms, not giving the impression of a deliberate punishment, but rather as if he was distressed that his grip on you wasn’t strong enough.

So flattery wasn’t enough. “I was just trying to teach you to share,” you said innocently. “All children should learn to share their things.”

His reaction to this was the inverse; he seemed not to enjoy it, but it satisfied him. He relaxed. Retracted his claws. “I don’t like to share,” he said. “Mother is only for me.”

So he liked to be flattered, but he preferred to be convinced. Not a good sign, that he wouldn’t just let you owl it in with mere praise; he wanted credible mothering behavior.

Awkwardly, you reached up and rested your hand on his head. He moaned and nipped at your neck, and it made you utterly sick, but his affection was still better than his torture.

“You shouldn’t be so tense, Mother,” he murmured. “Not if you love me.”

Relaxing your body, at this point, was like physically lifting a heavy weight, but you did it.

His teeth kept gently chewing at the skin of your neck; he kissed and he sucked, and you were wondering whether it was better to just do nothing or if you should suggest that you would make dinner and see if that got him off of you. Then his hand went to your right breast, and he started kneading at it through your clothes.

“Please don’t,” you breathed.

His hand went under your shirt. He took your breast in his hand and gripped it tightly. “Why not?” he asked, in a manner that could only be described as a dignified whine. “Don’t you love me?”

“Yes, I…I love you.”

“And don’t I deserve all of you? Don’t you want to give me all of you?”

You could feel his hardness through his trousers, pressed right against the natural seam between your thigh and…and…He was deliberately grinding it against you, now: subtle, minute movements that caused your dull panic to abruptly sharpen. Even through both of your clothes, his rubbing against that part of you was like an electric shock. His hand was still molding at your breast.

“Doesn’t Mummy love me?” he whispered, almost deliriously. “Don’t you want me?”

“Y-yes,” you lied, sick and wet and fighting the ever-climbing wave of terror.

“I love you so, so much. I want every part of you. And you want every part of me, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched; his technique was not as clumsy and desperate as it had been last night. Not by half. His every move seemed perfectly calculated to make you incomprehensible. “Yes, but…we haven’t had dinner,” you managed to get out. “Y-you’re a growing boy. You need to eat, so you can…grow big and strong.”

“Mmmm.” Again, he seemed displeased but satisfied by your explanation. You were annoying him in the approved way. The way a mother annoys a son. “You didn’t have dinner ready when I got home, so I get to decide what I want to eat. That’s the rule.”

“Alright,” you answered, indifferent. He could eat at the most expensive restaurant in the land with your Galleons, if that would get him off of you.

Before you could get too relieved, you heard “Immobulus,” and a blue light washed over you. The Freezing Charm was different from a Full Body-Bind; Petrificus Totalus would have made you stiff as a board, but under Immobulus, you merely lost the ability to move. More accurately, you lost the capacity for voluntary movement, which was why you could still breathe and your heart could still beat.

Tom sat up and began systematically undressing you, and for lack of anything else to focus on, you became preoccupied with the tantalizing feeling of your wand still in your hand. He didn’t take it from you, even once you were fully nude on the kitchen floor. In fact, he took care not to let it fall out of your grip as he moved both of your hands to rest on either side of your head.

He spread your legs and lowered his face to-

Oh!

“Oh!”

Another thing about Immobulus was, by preventing voluntary movement, it made it impossible to control involuntary movement. Keeping in your reflexive vocal responses to Tom’s ministrations would have required you to have control over yourself, which you did not. You could not keep the noises inside you, or moderate the volume, and it only made the situation more pitiful and mortifying: lying on your own kitchen floor, naked, wand in hand, helpless as a would-be Dark Lord fresh out of Hogwarts ran his tongue mercilessly and expertly between your folds, and plunged it within you (wringing blinding amounts of sensation out of every motion), and you couldn’t even restrain the whimpers and shrieks and moans and sounds for which you had no name- sounds which certainly had never escaped you before in your life.

He did not stop or even pause to speak until after you had come in his mouth. Even after that, he continued lapping at you relentlessly for another few minutes. When he did raise his face again, licking his lips lewdly, you were a clammy, whimpering mess.

He watched you for a while, and you hated that you were all shiny and short of breath, but you couldn’t control your breathing any more than you could control any of it. There was no way of disguising his effect on your body.

After he had apparently had his fill of looking, Tom stood and wandered the kitchen. He was doing something (You could hear as much.), but you couldn’t move your eyes to see what.

Another minute passed.

Then, he scooped you up into his arms- still making sure your wand stayed in your hand, the smug git -and set you down across the kitchen table at which the pair of you had shared tea just yesterday. Your head fell back, and you saw what he had been doing as he wandered the room: he had been opening all the windows.

Tom dragged you so that your rear end was at the edge of the table, spread your legs and bent your knees so that each foot was almost flat against the table’s surface, and then arranged your head so that you could see him. He was still fully dressed, but he had opened his trousers and pulled them down a few centimeters, freeing his organ. He set his wand down somewhere on the table- a carelessness that came with power -and placed both of his hands on your thighs.

“I enjoyed my dinner, Mother,” he said conversationally. His voice was only slightly breathy, to betray either his earlier exertion or his present excitement. “Thank you for making it so warm and tasty for me.”

He punctuated his coy mockery by rubbing his full length along your slit, and you had to let out a loud moan, and your heartbeat raced as a new level of humiliation filled you. Was this why he had opened the windows? So others would hear?

“You should get a reward for taking such good care of me, don’t you think?” He hooked his hands around the backs of your thighs, then, to pull you closer; your pulse stuttered, at his sudden tug, fearing that he would spear you with his member right then, but he did not. “I even thought about what you said about sharing. I liked hearing how much you…enjoyed” (Another surface thrust, another helpless moan- this one embarrassingly high.) “giving me my dinner, and I want to be a good boy and share those nice sounds with everyone.”

He gave no further warning before he lanced your entrance, and as he proceeded to thrust, to withdraw and advance, you were in equal parts humiliated by your own keening, yearning wails and his revolting exclamations: “Oh, oh, you take me so well, Mother! Mummy wants me so much! Mother, I’m going to come inside you! I’m going to fill you right up with all of my babies; you want them so much!”

Your orgasm was likely audible in at least a two-house radius. Your eyes were leaking rivulets of tears, and your hair was everywhere, and your lips were wet with spit again, and still it was at least another full minute before Tom came, himself.

Every breath you took was a whimper. You managed to turn your eyes away from Tom (the effects of the spell finally wearing off), and you started when you saw a face at the window: some mustached neighbor standing outside, watching.

Tom followed your gaze, picked up his wand, and made a lazy, matter-of-fact slashing motion. You saw a red line grow across the man’s throat before he fell out of view with a sound like a bag of rocks dropping to the ground.

“I said they could listen, not look,” Tom said, as if that was the part he had to justify. He finally pulled out of you, and he fastened up his trousers. “Haven’t I been a good son today?”

It was clear that you were expected to answer him again, despite being spent. Your vision blurred with more tears. “Mm-hm,” was the best you could do, but it was apparently sufficient.

Tom left the kitchen, wet a rag, and came back to gently clean the sweat from your face. By the time he returned, you had managed to close your legs; you were curled up like a shrimp, with your arms covering your breasts. His touch was much too loving, as he ran the rag over your cheeks. “Did you like sharing?”

You shook your head stiffly.

“Then that’s something we have in common,” he said brightly. “How about this: I won’t share anymore, if you don’t. Does that sound good?”

You nodded, just as stiffly.

He lowered his mouth to yours and gave a more invasive kiss than before. “I know that you’re tired,” he said generously. “I’ll draw you a bath, and I’ll make you some tea.” He dropped a peck on the tip of your nose. “You can prove how much you love me tomorrow.”

...

(Okay! I hope this came out good. Let me know what you thought.)

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best-of-yandere · 6 days

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ooh! now that you've begun in dabbling in some s p i c i e r stuff (love it!!!) what would you think about Tom finding a familiar soul in the orphanage, if you want to make it real spicy, sister perhaps (continuing the habit of inbreeding in the family without conditioning; nice!) and him deciding that it would be only right, even though his sister is not a slytherin, to make her rule by his side- j-just to keep him in line, and continue the great line of slytherin! love your work :)))

Okay. Let’s do this. Ooh boy.

(N S F W) (TW: non-con) (TW: incest)

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best-of-yandere · 14 days

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Quick question. Have you seen the Hunger games or read the books? I would like to request something like a crossover type thing but don’t know if you’ve seen the fandom? (Don’t worry I wanna request something for Dick Grayson)

Unfortunately, I only read the 1st book (I didn't see any of the movies). I wouldn't be confident writing a HG crossover due to this 😔.

#asks

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best-of-yandere · 17 days

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Penny for your thoughts!

How do you think a Yandere Dick Grayson would react if he ever found out that his s/o was a meta-human? More specifically could shift into a fennec Fox whenever they wanted?

Tw: surveillance, light yandere

Please let him pet your ears. And your tail. And your....actually just let him pet everywhere. This man would BEG for cuddles both in and out of your fox form. You are getting so many tummy rubs and ear scratches.

In all seriousness though, he's likely going to find out about your powers from the hidden cameras in your apartment. Learning about it should make him feel closer to you, and yet...you hid this side of you from him. And he wants to know every part of you.

When he 1st finds out, he's going to do so much research on fennec foxes and your powers. To what extent can you control your shifting? How much does it affect you? Do you need the apartment to be a certain temperature? Special bedding? Certain diet? How many activities/challenges and exercise do you need for your animal side. How animalistic are you? Do you retain your human mind when shifted? How much animal instinct and abilities do you have in your human form? Can you shift part way?

He's a skilled detective, so he'll be able to get the answers out of you without you ever catching on that he knows. Once he does know the answers, he'll start making changes to his apartment based on your needs/desires in both forms. It's a "when" not an "if" you'll move in, and he wants everything to be ready for you so the two of you can start your new lives together (with no secrets kept from him ever again).

When you finally do tell him about your powers, he's both happy you trusted him with your secret and petty that you didn't tell him sooner (regardless of when he told you about his secret life). He'll ask you questions that he already knows the answer to, so you don't suspect he's been spying on you. When you shift in front of him for the 1st time, it takes all of his training and willpower to stop himself from just scooping you up and cuddling you until he's forced to put you down.

(His favorite usage of your powers is when you're cuddling in bed and you end up so relaxed your tail pops out and curls around him 💕)

When you're fully shifted, he would probably coddle you. He won't treat you like an animal or a pet, per say. It's more like the cuteness aggression is feeding off his yandere tendencies of protectiveness and delusion and making his doting and clingyness 10x worse. If you want to get extra freedoms, just shift fully into your fennec fox form and give him sad eyes until he caves. He won't let you go, but he will give you certain allowances that most darlings don't normally receive from their yanderes.

Once such allowance is being able to get away with a certain level of mischief when shifted. Shredding his clothes, hiding his keys, shedding fur on his pillow; as long as you're in your cute fox form while you enact petty revenge, he'll blame it on your animal instincts and laugh it off (while taking pictures of you doing your merry mischief).

He would be conflicted on what to do about Damian in regards to your powers. The two are close, so Damian has definitely already met you and knows about Dick's obsession over you. Dick would be worried that since Damian values animals more than people, if he finds out you can become a furry friend, he might become obsessed with you too. And Dick doesn't want to share. Of course, this isn't going to affect his positive relationship with his brother; it just makes Dick more proactive when it comes to hiding his darling from prying eyes.

#yandere dc #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere dick grayson #dc x reader #x reader #metahuman reader #my stuff #sfw #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #damian wayne

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"Careful", you snag the boy's shirt before he can step into the road. The boy's head snaps away from his phone and towards you.

He looks pissed but you watch his face shift into a blank sort of stare.

"Sorry-", you release the grip on his shirt, shifting the carrier on your hip, "you should pay more attention when you're this close to the road."

You offer him a weak smile and he blinks up at you, then turns and scurries across the road, focused back onto his phone. Sighing, you adjust baby carrier and begin walking again.

The walk isn't a horrible one, ten minutes is nothing on the half hour walk it takes you to get to work. It's just a little more difficult with a awkward sized baby carrier.

Typically you'd take the train, but you need to get to the grocery store before it gets dark. The air is already chilly but the forecast calls for snow and the baby doesn't need that.

The store is a little warmer when you step inside and you even manage to snag a buggy.

The store is relatively quiet and you find what you need to...except for the box of baby rice towards the back on a shelf you can't reach.

You groan softly, glancing at the snoozing babe. She loves those...

You stand on your very tiptoes, grabbing at air. Then, a hand reaches up and grabs them. You turn, about to ask them for the box, when the man passes the box to you.

"Here, you looked like you needed help." He holds the box out with one hand, running his fingers through his black hair with the other.

You blink curiously at him, then take the box.

"Thank you so much, hon." You grin, placing the item in your cart and hurrying to check out.

The walk is still cold, despite the sun barely starting to set. You shiver, somehow managing to carry the groceries and the baby carrier at the same time.

About half a mile from your apartment, you bump into a chest. Dropping a few bags and praying the eggs aren't in them.

"Sorry about that", a masculine voice mumbles above you. You tilt your head up to meet the eyes of a boy a little younger than the one who helped you before. He tilts his head, a tuft of white hair hanging in his eyes.

"Would you like some help?" He starts grabbing the dropped bags before you can answer. He makes a gesture for you to lead the way.

"I'm Jason, by the way. We live in the same complex."

You swear you've never seen him before, but maybe that's just you.

That night, groceries put away and a baby snuggled happily against your chest, you lay in bed.

Oblivious to several pairs of eyes watching you and the bickering from the rooftops above.

"Ummi spoke to me today, with the baby!" Damian speaks.

"Yeah, well I helped ma with her groceries!" Jason gives him a playful shove.

"Well, the baby smiled at me!" Dick jabs a thumb at his chest triumphantly.

"All of you hush!" Tim speaks up, crouched next to Duke, eyes focused on a familiar window.

Bruce looms nearby, caught up his daydream where he's the sweater wrapped so tightly around you. Someday.

Someday sooner than you think.

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yandere superfam drabble i

listen, i have a ton of ideas for the batfam. really, i do. but come on. superfam.

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Thinking about Clark and his family as yanderes.

Individually, they're enough of a headache, but together? Damn.

Clark Kent sees himself as your father. The problem with him as a yandere is, he's genuinely terrifying. I mean, ignoring the fact that this man is literally Superman, he's also incredibly delusional.

I think most people downplay, or forget exactly how strong this man is. He's strong, fast, and so insanely smart. All that being said, there is literally zero chance of you avoiding him, under any circumstances.

The only saving grace in this situation is the fact that he's, like I said, delusional. Not in a 'oh, I know this is kind of wrong, but I can justify it as being right' kind of way. Rather, he wholeheartedly believes he's helping you, doing the best thing for you by allowing his obsession and thoughts of you overtake your life.

You don't even have the luxury of a slow descent into the situation. His mindset regarding you shifted really quickly, and by the time you were clued in on it, you'd already been stolen away to a farm in the middle of nowhere, ripped away from your life without warning.

The only aspect of his mindset that doesn't quite fit in with the delusional yandere archetype is the fact that, if you push the right buttons, he will absolutely fly off the handle. That in itself proves that, no matter how much he insists otherwise, he knows what he's done to you is wrong.

Jon Kent is a carbon copy of his father. He firmly believes that your place in life is with them, as a part of their family. The fact that you weren't born into the family means nothing to him. If you weren't meant to be with them, the your paths would never have crossed.

The only difference between him and Clark is that Jon has no doubt in his mind that what they're doing is okay. Clark is delusional; Jon is deranged. A part of you believes you can't really blame him - he's a child, a product of his environment. If that's what he was taught his whole life, by the people he loved and trusted, then of course he didn't see a problem with it. But the larger part of you still hated him, hated the fact that he saw you as the crazy one, as if his family hadn't abducted you from your crappy Metropolis apartment in the middle of the night.

And the fact that he was a few years younger than you didn't stop him from treating you like a child. Granted, he was insanely strong and fast, but that didn't mean you had to enjoy him manhandling you as easily as his father and brother whenever he thought you were getting too fussy.

Conner Kent, a few years your senior, isn't like Clark or Jon. He's completely aware of what they're doing to you, of how invasive and creepy it is. He just doesn't care.

I'd almost argue that him being fully aware of how wrong it all was might've been creepier than the shared delusion of Clark and Jon, especially since he could stare you dead in the eye, blank faced at the sight of your tears, and tell you in the most monotonous voice you've ever heard that he didn't care about what you wanted.

Besides a few uncanny moments with him, he was mostly pretty cocky and snide, with this keen way of getting under your skin. It's almost as if he revelled in the fact that you knew he knew they were wrong, the fact that he could do something to help you get away from all this, but he just... didn't.

The worst part was, if he hadn't, you know, kidnapped you, you might've liked him. He was easy to like, if you ignored the annoying sarcasm and ever-present smirk, the type of person you might've wanted to be friends with.

Too bad he spoiled all that by being batshit crazy.

Lois Lane, to her credit, was against the idea at first. She acted as the voice of reason in the family. Or, at least, she tried to. But the men in her family were nothing if not determined.

She realised how crazy, how morally wrong it was to rip someone away from their life for what you thought might be best for them. She also realised how terrified you'd be, surrounded by people, beings who were so much stronger than you, able to subdue you with little more than the tip of a pinky finger.

But, in the end, they won her over. The idea of someone to take care of, someone normal in the family - someone like her, and a daughter to boot - the offer was too sweet to pass up on. She's an odd mix of mindsets, a point somewhere between Clark's delusion and Conner's unwavering sanity, and that makes her scarier than the rest of them, somehow.

The fact that she knows it's wrong, but is able to convince herself it's for your own good - that's terrifying.

Though, she is great in the motherly role, acting as neutral ground for whenever one of the others overwhelm you past what you can reasonably handle. She seems to have a sixth sense for your threshold too, appearing as if out of thin air whenever you're close to snapping at one of the three men who are always in your hair.

Out of all four of them, you'd admit to liking her the most, though admittedly, it's for a selfish reason. She's the easiest person to slip by - the rest of them have super sight and hearing, and even if you could slip away, they'd catch up to you in a few seconds flat. Lois, as much as you may dislike her, was only human. Yes, she had this weird sense for when you'd try to pull something, but for the most part, you had more leeway with her than anyone else.

As a result, you stuck to her like glue, which lead to Jon whining that you were playing favourites. Jon, you could understand. He was a child, one who was used to getting his way most of the time. Clark, however, also tended to develop a strangely endearing pout whenever you ignored him, one that had even Lois caving and forcing you to spend time with someone other than her.

One thing all of them had in common was the fact that they were so damn clingy. They seemed magnetically drawn to you, hanging off of you like children at all hours of the day. It was infuriating, constantly having your personal space intruded upon.

Even at night, when you tried to sleep, you'd wake to find Conner or Jon sliding in beside you, or, even worse, you'd mysteriously wake up in Clark and Lois' bed the next morning. That always made you uncomfortable - how had they managed to move you several rooms down without you once waking up?

Your only saving grace was that all four had their own lives outside of the household, often leaving for work or school, or even patrols, so you very rarely had to deal with all four at the same time. Your favourite days were the ones when it was just you and Lois. You could slip away in the morning, right after Jon caught the bus to school, and spend the entire day away from the prison-like household.

They at least trusted you enough to let you roam around the farm freely. Well, not trusted, exactly. More like, they knew you couldn't get far before one of them caught up to you.

The perks of living in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

On the bright side, they acted as if the entire household revolved around you. You could decide what everyone ate for breakfast and dinner, you could decide the 'family activity' of the week. They tended to give in to what you wanted pretty easily, on the condition that you gave them something in return, whether it be attention, affection, or some crudely handmade gift that wasn't worth much.

Despite their joyful front though, they could all be terrifying, especially Clark. You'd learnt that the hard way when they'd first taken you. One of them snapping usually only happened if you put yourself in harm's way, but there were other circumstances where they (Clark), felt punishment was warranted.

You'd once made the mistake of making genuinely hurting Lois (or, her feelings at least), to the point of making her cry. Once, and never again.

But since then, you'd learnt how to play your cards, how to skate by in the Kent household with only a small dose of anxiety. You'd managed to avoid being metaphorically (and literally) shackled to the bed, like when you'd first arrived. Time had made things easier - time, and getting to know them.

As much as you were loathed to admit it, getting to know them had made it easier to handle them. It'd been a hard pill to swallow originally, but as the months went by, you'd had to accept the fact that you weren't going anywhere, and it was better to adapt to the situation than remain sullen and miserable for the rest of your life.

They seemed to believe you were slowly but surely coming around to the idea of being a part of their family. You definitely acted like it. But deep down, you were biding your time, waiting, planning for the perfect moment.

You'd leave, run and hide, go to furthest corner of the earth to get away from them. You always thought you would, and one day, you did.

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Rags to Riches (Yandere Ra’s al GhulxReader)

Request: Hey! May I request a yandere Ra’s al Ghul with a female reader who he kidnaps?

Yawning to yourself, you trudged up to your apartment building under the dark and starless sky. The sounds of the city echoed around you, from screeching tires to distant sirens. They were sounds that many others found annoying, including you at times, but after such a long yet satisfying day, you found them to be soothing reminders that you would soon be curled up in bed. It had been a busy day for you, going from class to class and then working diligently in the library, but you didn’t mind. You loved your classes, and while there were certainly days when you felt about ready to drop from exhaustion and stress, this wasn’t one of them.

As you drew closer to your building though, passing under the window of your third-floor apartment, your gentle contentment began to fray. It was being worn away by the uneasy thudding of your heart and the restless raising of the hairs on the back of your neck. Someone, somewhere, your instincts were telling you, was gazing at you with a dedication that scraped you raw. Burrowing yourself deeper into your coat, you tried to hide from whosever stare was digging into you with frightful devotion, but to no avail. You could still feel their gaze pressing down on you so much that your legs almost gave out under the weight.

This was not the first time that the sensation of being watched had plagued you. No, it had practically become a routine occurrence at this point. The first few times that you had felt this way, you had been inconsolable, looking over your shoulder every five seconds and getting ready to call the police. But each time the sensation had passed without incident, leaving you feeling foolish and paranoid. And so tonight you forced yourself to trudge through your fear, until you eventually reached your apartment door.

Key in hand, you brought it to the lock and—

You froze. Holding your breath, you strained your ears, and from the other side of your door you swore that you heard the faintest creak. Heart in your throat, you kneeled down slowly, trying to keep yourself from making any noise, and pressed your eye up against the keyhole. For a moment, all you could see was darkness until there was a sudden flash of green. Before you could even try to move away though, your door was opened and you were pulled inside.

Stumbling to your feet as an unknown hand hauled you upward, you tried to hold onto the door, but the stranger’s grip was too strong. Despite your struggling, you were soon forced into a chair, a dozen more hands appearing to help tie you down with sturdy rope. Needing to make sense of what was happening to you, you scrutinized the figures as well as you could in your darkened apartment, only to realize that they were covered in black, with only their eyes visible. They held no weapons as far as you could tell, but considering how easily they had trapped you, that hardly mattered.

Trembling, you lifted your gaze to their apparent leader, the one who had first taken hold of you, and nearly gasped. The man before you stood tall and proud, his emerald and golden robes shining even in the lack of light. He was not young, as shown by the experience that sharpened his handsome face, but he did not seem old either, not with the strength that his frame clearly possessed. But what really struck you about the stranger were his eyes.

A fierce green, his eyes practically glowed as they gazed down at you, and in them you could see centuries of wisdom and horrors—but most of all, power—within their depths. His stare was one that caused you to quiver from its intensity, a feeling that you realized was not unfamiliar.

“Who are you?” you demanded to know, even as your voice shook. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I have been called many things, dear one, but my name is Ra’s al Ghul,” the man answered, a slight smile appearing on his face now that you had spoken.

“What do you want with me?”

“I have already answered one of your questions,” Ra’s chuckled with a clear fondness that frightened you more than anything else that night had. “If you want me to answer another, you first must answer one of my own.”

Deciding that answering a question was a meager price to pay to find out why you had been attacked in your own home, you nodded, and the stranger’s eyes gleamed in hungry satisfaction.

“Good,” he said, moving closer to you. “My question is this: aren’t you tired?”

“T—tired?” you repeated in confusion. And your confusion only grew when the man who called himself Ra’s al Ghul suddenly knelt before you, taking your hand in his.

“Yes, dear one, tired. I have seen how diligently and how dedicatedly you work, but it is never enough for this world. Everyone has pushed you and pushed you—and it seems to me that they have no intention of stopping. The world is wearing you down.”

“That’s not true!” you protested. “And anyway, it doesn’t have anything to do with you!” At that proclamation, Ra’s simply smiled with condescending affection, as if he were talking to a child who had failed to notice the obvious.

“Of course it does,” he told you patiently. “You and everything about you—from your happiness to your health—is my business.”

“Well then,” you snarled, “you’ll be glad to know that I am perfectly happy.”

“You ought not lie to me, dear one. You will not enjoy the consequences. But you are confused, so I will forgive you this once. You are unhappy, even if you do not realize it. Leaving so early, coming back so late, huddling up in this decrepit apartment, you deserve so much better than this. Such a precious creature shouldn’t be constantly hounded by a million different tasks and demands, always crushed beneath so much pressure.”

“I—”

“You deserve so much better than what the world has given you, deserve to be given everything the world has to offer, everything it has been refusing you,” Ra’s explained passionately, stroking your cheek softly. “And I am glad to give it all to you.”

With that, Ra’s gave an almost imperceptible nod to his followers, smiling triumphantly as one of them pressed a soaked rag against your face. Tossing and turning, you tried to jerk out of their grip, but all too soon you found yourself breathing in the chemicals. Once you had fallen unconscious, Ra’s stood back up with the satisfaction of a hunter who had just caught his most desired prey. Now, as far as Ra’s was concerned, your life could truly begin. No longer would you have to toil and struggle only to be given just barely enough to get by. Now he could finally care for you the way that you deserved, with only the finest and most beautiful things, worthy only of the finest and most beautiful creature.

Yes, you might be confused now, but eventually you would grow to realize that Ra’s had been right to take you away from the world that did not recognize your value. Eventually you would love him in return, happy to take your place as the wife of the Demon’s Head.

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cw: nsfw!!

when you've finally eased into the lifestyle of having an entire family at your beck and call, you've been enjoying it, to say the least.

i'm imagining them having designated days where they each get to have you alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else. though i'm especially thinking of the head of the house: bruce.

he'd be a possessive one; fucking you in every room, having you in every position you've never even thought of. he leaves marks everywhere on your body, some of which take far too long to fade (just like he likes it).

bruce is insatiable and domineering. his voice, deep and dark, has your knees weak; he has you hanging onto every word, every syllable, and leaves you in a trance. obedience comes to you so naturally when he has you, because you know he can make you feel good.

how can he hold back when you look up at him with those glassy eyes, just begging him to ravish you?

the slapping of skin against skin echoes through the house, joining the symphony of your honeyed moans with bruce's grunts and breathy commands.

the obscenity of the situation has you getting wetter and wetter, tightening around bruce's cock. your nails scratching across his back were surely going to leave marks, and god, he loved the thought of you marking him, showing people he was yours.

days like these always ended in a nice bath, where things may or may not escalate (they always did), and with you wrapped in his strong arms as you both lie in his big, comfortable bed.

love and satisfaction always filled bruce's heart to the brim when he looks at you as you lose yourself to sleep. he'd spoil you rotten for as long as he lives.

you also always wake up the next morning with his head between your legs, eating you out like a dog starved.

#yandere dc #dc x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere batfam #romantic yandere #nsft #lemon

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I have an idea 💡 romantic yandere batfam EXCEPT Damien who is a platonic yan. And batfam's Horny Time keeps interrupting his Mommy Time leading him to be absolutely seething in the bg, plotting revenge so he can have reader all to himself for once.

CW: weird boundaries, Damian doesn't give a shit about personal space, Mild yandere behavior. Deviates from the ask.

Yandere! Damian Wayne x GN! Parent Reader

Damian, for better or for worse was never shy about needing your attention. It was well known that Tahlia wasn't the most affectionate, not to him at least, and this left him with a lack of affection that he struggled to cope with. But you, you were his sun and he was a sunflower, meant to face you and chase you as long as you shone upon the earth that he shared with you. He loved his mother, yes, but she was lacking in many areas, she lacked in stability. Damian always knew where you were, and if he didn’t he would go mad searching for you, busting through every door and obstacle until he made contact with you, until his heart found peace and became a slow patter and his breaths quieted into soft puffs. He loved knowing where you were, he craved being close to you, both of these things meant that he could keep you safe and that he could shield his star from burning out.

He loved you, you were everything a parent should be. You were bright with warm comforting eyes that glowed in the the sunlight. You were kind to him, patient with him, so now that he was having trouble finding you, his heart was hammering in his chest, trying to crawl out of his ribcage to look for you itself.

How it happens with Dick

Dick's lips connect with your own, his erratic panting pauses as he becomes absorbed in the kiss, his hands sliding around your waist and slipping under your shirt. He had been texting you every waking moment he could until he returned from Bludhaven, begging you to send voice memos or talk him through his more needy hours of the night. Now that he was back he was fully intent on making up for lost time. His voice comes out smoothly and confident “Why don’t we-”

A loud screeching is heard, metal grinding on metal causing a chorus of earsplitting agony, a very un-sexy noise. As the two of you look over to the door, sparks are seen coming from the doorknob. Soon the noise stops and the door clicks open.

Damian stands proudly on the other side. “Some idiot locked this door.”

How it happens with Jason

You were spending the night at Jason's apartment, he had just had a rough night, one of his guys betraying him trying to make a quick buck by going against his morals. Jason didn’t think twice about dispatching the guy, but having known him for quite a while, he felt guilty. If there is one thing that helps him take his mind off of things it’s cuddling, but cuddling almost always turns into more. You two were at the more stage. You straddled Jason, your legs having to be spread far apart to accommodate his wide-ass tank body. He lets out a deep groan, his voice shaking your body as his head leans back, you biting the soft flesh of his neck.

“Get off of my mother you heathen!” Damian shouts, one of Jason’s cheap kitchen knives in one hand, the other pointing accusingly at the man underneath you.

How it happens with Tim

To be fair to Tim, he wasn’t even in the same room as you. He was in the bathroom, pink sheer tights pulled over his thighs as he inspected himself in the mirror, fully adorning a too-short French maid dress. Tim let out a high-pitched scream seeing his little brother appear seemingly out of nowhere. Damian gives Tim a scrutinizing look before handing him a small leather book. Tim, very scared and pissed takes the book out of sheer confusion, inspecting it. “Is this?” Damian clears his throat “It’s a bible, not my personal religion, but I feel like you could benefit.”

How it happens with Bruce

This time Damian doesn't even wait to pop in on you, he politely knocks and waits to be allowed in. You sit next to Bruce in bed, setting your book in your lap as the two of you look expectantly at the boy. “Father,” Damian says although it is more of a question. Bruce, weary and tired nods for Damia to say what he wants to say. “Have you taken into consideration that you are old? I hope you are aware of the risks of sexual activities at your age. Men over the age of seventy have a much higher rate of heart attack during intercourse, I am only worried about your health, Baba.” he says, exiting the room before Bruce can even come up with a response.

“Seventy?” Bruce says incredulously.

Life wasn’t fair to Damian Wayne, all he needed was you, and if the others couldn’t get out of the way to let him have you, he’d have to deal with them.

Might make a part two where Damian tries to kill everyone off, but is very ineffective at it, and they just coo at him. "AWW, you have to be careful! Knives are dangerous little guy!" -Dick who was just shanked 8 times in the leg

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I mostly use this blog to reblog other peoples' yandere stuff, but occasionally I will write my own stuff too.

Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked; minors DNI.

PLEASE READ TO THE BOTTOM!!

To keep in mind when requesting:

Requests are done on a case-by-case basis. If the request doesn't inspire me or there's nothing for me to work with, I won't write it. Don't send me messages demanding I write your ask.

I mostly work on requests during the weekend. Don't send me asks demanding I hurry up.

I reserve the right to change my guidelines at any time. Any ask that shows the person behind it didn't read this post will be deleted.

I write whatever fandom I'm currently hyperfixated on. The fandom I'm writing for can change at any time.

Please specify if you want platonic or romantic, and if there's multiple characters, specify whether it's harem/hinge/poly or separate.

I am a beginner fanfic writer. I will do my best, but I'm still learning. I look forward to improving during my writing journey with you.

Things I WILL write about:

Platonic and romantic yandere

AUs (ABO, Yandere Purge, ect.)

Fem/GN reader

Dark themes/Fluff themes

NSFT/certain kinks/dub&non-con/light bondage/soft dom yanderes

Incest/pseudo-incest (between character and reader)

Aged-up characters

Certain disabilities

Harem/hinge/poly relationships

Yandere MC x Darling YN & Yandere MC x Darling MC

Things I will NOT write:

Kinks involving bodily functions (eg. vomit, watersports, scat) & body part fetishes (ex. feet, armpits)

OCs/super descriptive "YNs"

Homophobia/ableism/misogyny/racism by MCs & YN

Strangulation/choking, knife/gunplay & BDSM/other extreme kinks

Physical abuse towards reader/sadistic yanderes

Dead/mind-broken darlings

Mutual yandere/yandere reader

Beastiality/Peadophilia

Religion (exception: characters' canon religion and holidays that are celebrated by non-religious persons (eg. christmas))

SA by a non-yandere

Real person fiction (RPF)

Guro

Cheating

Yandere MC x Darling YN - I'm currently writing for:

Batfam (harem, hinge, or singular, & romantic, platonic)

Superman/Clark Kent (romantic, platonic)

Clark & Lois (poly & romantic, platonic)

Yandere MC x Darling MC - I'm currently writing for:

Superbats (yandere batman x superman)

#my rules #my guidelines #x reader #yandere x reader

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No idea if you do requests but this is just to help me get help in writing. How do you think a Yandere Dick Grayson and Jason Todd would react if they had an s/o who can not only get close to a God but has Killed many gods and is feared by gods? I’m trying to write a story on this but can’t seem to figure out a good reaction for it.

imo... yandere Dick and yandere Jason would have very different reactions. With a darling that's powerful enough to reach the gods and even kill them, they'd both have to tread carefully.

Dick: his thoughts center around control and manipulation; since darling is so powerful even the gods fear them, what chance does a normal human like him have in a fight? Of course, he's a lot smarter than an average human, so he'll use his big brain to trick reader into thinking they need him (not the other way around); he can't physically force them to stay in a relationship with him, but he can use his silver tongue to gaslight them into keeping those rose-colored glasses on and ignore his darker tendencies. I also think he would look into ways he can take reader's power away and their weaknesses. If they did ever try to leave him, he'll know the exact ways to take them down. He'll tell himself this would be a last resort option due to the danger of leaving reader defenseless against the gods (who might want revenge against them), but secretly he'd enjoy leaving you powerless, forced to depend only on him, his darling's sole provider and protector.

Jason: he's the type to allow his darling to be more independent. He's got a lot of enemies, so a darling that can defend themself when he's not around is a good thing in his opinion. Of course, he doesn't want them to be too independent, he wants them to need him as much as he needs darling, but as long as you don't turn your powers against him or try to leave him, the thought to take them away won't even cross his mind. However, he'd also want his darling to stop picking fights with gods. Even though he knows they can hold their own, he's still over-protective and the thought of you fighting at all, let alone against something so powerful, is enough to send him spiraling.

Hopefully this helps with writing your story; if you end up publishing it, I'd love to be tagged!

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NSFT DC Cockwarming and Lactation Kink Headcanons

NO MINORS, 18+ ONLY

Cockwarming ft. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Clark

Bruce: he’d have you warm him while he’s on the batcomputer (facing towards him so that you can’t see the horrors on the screen). His biggest motivation for doing this is so he doesn’t lose himself in his research and the crimes on the screen; you clenching around him brings him back to you, and thus himself.

He’d also want to try it in his office during boring phone calls/meetings. He’ll be in a conference call with some nobody shareholders, while you’re twitching around him. It’ll inevitably turn into him fucking you over his desk trying so hard to keep his voice level (and you quiet) while you’re creaming around him.

Dick: he’s always active, always moving around, but being buried inside you gives him a chance to relax for once…although it always turns into more. Him humping you and cumming over and over until he’s finally exhausted and truly allows himself to relax and stay still. At least until he falls asleep, still buried in you, then his wet dreams (about you) take over and he’s humping you in his sleep. He just can’t get enough of you, even when he’s unconscious.

Tim: this boy is exhausted – yet he refuses to go to sleep, kept too busy by paperwork or cases. Unless, of course, you lull him to sleep with your warmth. It’s the best way to bribe him to go to bed, by spreading your legs and and easing him inside, cuddling with him, your face in his neck and his cock in your pussy. He’ll stay in there as long as he can before the inevitable emergency rises him from his slumber.

Clark: he’d be into cockwarming due to not having a refractory period. When you’re exhausted but he’s still ready to go he can just let your post-orgasm clenching bring him to the edge and past it again. He stays inside you during the night, only separating from your warmth when he has to go to work/patrol.

Lactation kink with Damian, Bruce, Jason, and Tim

Damian: he’s obviously got a breeding kink, and lactation ties into that. It means he’s been successful and you body is providing the means to nourish the child you’ve made together. But he starts thinking that if it could nourish a baby, why not him as well? Used to his breeding kink, the agreement to let him have a taste comes easy. And once he does, he can’t stop. It’s a part of YOU inside him, feeding him, giving him strength. He’s insatiable, which means he’ll just have to keep you pregnant (and as a consequence, never be able to leave him).

Bruce & Jason: both would be into breastfeeding for the same reason – comfort. They’ve both been through a lot of trauma and loss, haunted by horrors that give them nightmares, keeping them up at night. Suckling on their darlings’ breasts and drinking your milk (something that is made to give life, not take it) brings an instinctual comfort that helps lull them back to sleep in your arms.

Tim: his way of indulging in your milk is different than the rest of his family. He’ll have you pump it so he can put it in his coffee, cereal, and any food you make him, sometimes just drinking it plain in a glass. He thinks it’s romantic; you giving a part of yourself to him, him making it a part of himself. You creating something that gives life, giving it to him, to feed and nourish him. And of course, he’ll return the favor by sneaking some of his “milk” into what you consume; he’s just a romantic like that.

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