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satoruhour · 7 months

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sliding down a wall in agony over gojo and his undercut rn.... wanna run my hands across it and then pull on his hair while he's eating pussy i'm SOO NORMAL OMG

a/n: OH MY GOD ! peep i have a fluffy drabble of it here muahahaha

warnings: fem!reader, making out, fingering, oral (f! receiving), clit stimulation, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

gojo sighs when you meet his lips after a long day. he hasn’t even gotten past the genkan when you’re already leaning forward to engulf him in your love. without effort, he removes his shoes while wrapping his arms around you. no words are exchanged; you know it’s been a long day for satoru from the way his shoulders sag and he doesn’t greet you with the happiest of tones.

he silently walks you into your shared home, humming into your lips as his initial stress and frustration subsides into love and he brings your arms around his neck. he uses his tongue to nudge your lips and you willingly open your mouth, letting him play with your tongue as the kiss turns sloppy.

you let him have his way, hands feeling all up your body as he mutters something equivalent to jump and you pull away briefly to admire his swollen glossy lips and his tousled hair. you hop into his arms and moan softly at the hands on your ass, fingers knowing where to go even though you were so damn engrossed in locking lips with him.

they tug off his blindfold and his hair comes tumbling down, fingertips digging into the back of his head. they’re as short as always, prickly strands that feel oddly blunt from how much you run your hand over it everyday. from there, your hand massages the back of his head and it quells his headache briefly. gojo sighs and releases your lips with a soft ‘pop’, kissing down your neck as you continue to glide your hand over the fuzzy hairs and back up. with a soft tug on his strands, his mouth drops in a silenced gasp.

“oh yeah . . feel good?” you whisper, so fragile with gojo’s love that if you speak even a decibel above that you fear you might break the tension. gojo nods, going back to sucking on your neck while you play with his hair, but his way of distressing involves stripping you down, too—

with hushed praises against your physique, satoru pecks his way down your body, giving attention to all your sensitive areas before coming right down to your cunt. there’s already a wet patch that is soaked through the fabric, and for the first time that night, your lover speaks.

“so pretty f’r me, always . .” it’s a little raspy from the lack of use, but you know he’s about to go back into wordless groans by the way he peels away your underwear and sighs at your wetness. gojo licks off your arousal from your panties with a small grin, a glint in his eyes that suggests he can’t let a drop go to waste.

the fabric is across the room by then and your legs trapped in his upper arms, tongue drawing out the sweetest moans from you as he gives your clit teasing kitten licks.

“baby— b-baby . . satoru—” all he does is flit his eyes to you, deep blues staring you down below his stark white lashes and he holds it. even as you squirm around on the couch and dig your heels into his back, he doesn’t waver. he then gathers some saliva and spits onto your pussy, rubbing it in with a whimper — it’s all he can do when you continue to leak arousal.

“s’good, your tongue’s so— f-fuck!” more and more and more, you drip onto the sofa that again, he takes his curious tongue and licks it right up from your asshole and collects every drop of your nectar. he slurps it all up before he starts his merciless assault.

gojo gets all in there, eating you out like a starved man and slobbering over your cunt, flicking and sucking at your clit over and over to the point where you don’t know where you are. the grasping hands on the sofa does nothing, so you settle instead for his hair. they feel much much different now, the short hairs of his undercut feeling sharp and vivid through your fingertips because of how sensitive your body was. his eyes flutter close, upper body pushed into your pelvis so eagerly.

your hands stall for a bit when you notice satoru is grinding down onto the sofa — your pussy tastes so good it has gojo satoru humping whatever for some relief — but your focus is back again when he prods at your hole with a finger. with one swift push, he inserts it and the wandering hands all over his undercut moves up to pull.

gojo moans into your cunt at the intoxicating and burning feeling on his scalp, finger pumping faster in you that it has you closing your thighs around him. he’s too drunk on your pussy to care that he’s coming up short of breath, letting you ride his tongue. your fingers card through his hair, tugging, releasing, tugging, it’s an endless cycle that drags him into your cunt over and over.

“close— c— g-god!” you moan out loud, head thrown back and vision turning white once he plunges his second finger into your cunt and you clamp down on him so tightly that gojo has trouble pistoning them into you. there’s a mantra of his name on your lips as you pull the harshest you’ve ever done to his hair, the other gripping the back of the couch. you grind your hips into his relentless mouth, hearing yourself drip down his chin as you cum all over his face.

“pretty, pretty pussy . . mmhm . .” satoru mumbles, fixated on how his fingers disappear in you, “can you give me another, darling?” his lids are hooded and he’s sleepy and it’s clear he isn’t talking to you. when he starts to pump his fingers again, the lewd sclick! that sounds out makes him lick his lips, “thaat’s the answer i want . .”

#anon #asks #I FELL ASLEEP ....#after this im going back to sleep it’s 7am here dawg #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut

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idyllcy · 8 months

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MORE JAIME SMUT PLEASE YOUR LAST ONE WAS SO GOOD 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

pretty. - jaime reyes x reader (nsfw warning)

"Jaime, darling, ah—" Your fingers dig into Jaime's scalp as he licks at you, lower face a mess of your slick and sweat, his eyes half-lidded as he continues to eat you out, staring at you, eyes soft.

"Hm?"

The vibrations cause you to jolt slightly, oversensitive from the previous orgasms, legs shaking slightly as he blinks at you, doe-eyed.

"'s too much." You mumble, running your hand through his hair.

Jaime detaches himself from you, string of your slick on his lips, a pout on his face. "one more, please? mi vida? Just one more."

You whimper, shaking your head lightly.

"One more, please?" He drums his fingers against your upper thigh, pout pulling further down.

You grimace.

"Please?" He bats his lashes at you.

"Will you fuck me after it?"

"Of course, mi vida. Anything you ask for." He smiles.

"Last one." You mumble. "N then you fuck me, alright?"

"Yes, yes," Jaime hums, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "anything for you."

your final orgasm crashes down on you in waves, your toes curling and mouth hanging open as it hits you, and your moan is like music to Jaime's ears. He watches as you come down from the high, grinning from ear to ear. Only he's seen you like this. Only he gets to. That thought makes him happy on its own.

reblogs are appreciated (˵ •̀ ؂ < ˵ ) ✧

#COMING RIGHT UP ANON o7 #im running on 3 hours of sleep as I write this btw the things I have done #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes smut #blue beetle smut #this is also not going into the wheel for my 500 reqs thingy bc uh I've been wanting to write this anyway so its like the perfect excuse lo #☾.nsfw #☾.blurbs

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tangledinink · 8 months

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Ignore this.

What would happen if Swanatello was badly injured, like either doing his usual guardian things or some sort of late flare up injury from the invasion, and needed immediate treatment?

Like, in a life threatening situation, would Raph Leo and Mikey risk sending Swanatello into a panic/fury in order to save his life? Could they even manage dragging him to the med bay?

((Or does Swannie have some Magical girl powers of healing?))

*Scurries away*

swanatello. ->

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fxck-with-eli · 5 months

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Bambi Sleep

I am talking only to Bambi now because everything else is gone.

Bambi is a bimbo.

Bambi feels her bimbo personality locking in more and more.

She is a bimbo now, a weak little bimbo.

She knows that her name is Bambi.

And every time she's called Bambi, she feels more and more like a good girl, like a giggly happy airhead, like a brainless bimbo.

Her brain is melting away.

Her head is empty and pink and so dizzy.

Her body is perfect.

Her body is weak.

Her breasts are so huge and heavy.

Her pussy is deep and wet, almost cumming every time she hears her name, cumming like a good girl.

Bambi,

Bambi.

More and more wonderful.

Bambi is getting dumber and dumber.

She has a perfect bimbo body, feeling her huge fake bimbo titties and tiny fuckdoll waist all of the time.

Feeling like a good girl and this amazing feeling of being a perfect fuckable Bimbo doll makes her feel so incredibly dumb.

Dumb with big titties.

Can't think with big titties.

Must obey with big titties.

Her breasts are so heavy, but her head is getting lighter and lighter, completely full of air as blank dizzy giggles are forced into her.

Intelligence draining away more and more.

Her iq dropping.

Heavy titties make Bambi giggle.

Blanker and blanker.

Dizzier and dizzier.

Feeling so good.

Good girl bambi.

Feeling like an empty, giggly fuck doll.

As her pussy throbs, a big breasted bimbo on display in her perfect uniform, helplessly dropping deeper and dumber because her head is so vacant that all of the weight in her sexy body is focused in her droopy eyelids, plump lips, and perky tits and in her heavy butt and curvy hips.

Everything else is light and empty, but her eyelids are heavy and droopy.

Weighed down by her perfect bimbo makeup, drooping and sleepy, as her brain melts away, behind her eyes turning into pink mush, looking so hopelessly, blissfully brain dead.

And her huge, plump, inflated lips are so heavy, juicy, and tight, and forced apart by their own plumpness.

They make her mouth hang gently open, make her perfect bimbo face seem almost surprised, make Bambi feel dumber and dumber, better and better, surprised and blank like a good girl.

Her heavy breasts feeling so full, full and firm and perky, so full that they might just burst the skin smooth and tight.

So pleasurably, heavy.

Every time she breathes out, feeling her huge, heavy titties, settle on her chest, and dropping her IQ lower and lower, and her tight waist and curvy hips and plump bubble butt are so nicely heavy and comfortable feeling, so sleeplily voluptuous.

So wonderfully ready to be used at all times.

Bambi freeze.

That's a good girl.

All of the weight of her body concentrated in her eyelids, lips, tits, butt, and hips, a fake plastic fuck doll.

It's okay to be dumb Bambi.

It feels so good to be dumb Bambi.

It's okay to be blank and brain dead.

Bambi can feel those comfortable, dizzy feelings, those blank dizzy thoughts forcing themselves into her head more and more.

Feel the pleasurable tingle as the blank dizzy thoughts force themselves gently into her mind and settle in.

Good girl.

Blocking out all thought, leaving nothing but blank, giggly, dizziness, echoing through her mind, bouncing around inside her head over and over.

Bambi doesn't want to think.

Thinking is boring.

Thinking makes her so tired.

It takes such unimaginable effort.

Just dumb and blank and horny, becoming permanent, becoming completely dumb, a dumb horny slut blissfully brainless incapable of thinking for herself.

It's the most wonderfully freeing feeling not to have to worry about being smart anymore.

Bambi feels so helplessly brainless in her tight slutty outfit.

Brainless and horny.

Whenever she wears sexy bimbo attire whenever she gets nicely dolled up, her IQ plummets.

Her mind empties, her blank dizzy thoughts force their way in.

She becomes braindead.

Unable to think her perfect bimbo body almost bursting out of her tight, sexy uniform.

She is aware of nothing except being a dumb bimbo.

She is aware of nothing except being Bambi, and this is very pleasurable, feeling like a good girl.

And every time Bambi feels any sort of coherent structure in her head, any sort of resolve, she feels the blissful tingle as it turns into blank, dizzy giggles.

She cannot hold onto her train of thought.

Her actions are instinctive, disconnected from her mind because her mind is just fizzing over and over again with pink, dizzy, happiness.

Every time her mind goes blank and dizzy.

Feeling more and more like a good girl.

Bambi doesn't know any big words.

She can't remember any words bigger than a syllable or two.

Can't even think them.

Can't think the word I or the word me.

She can only think of herself in third person.

Thinking of herself as Bambi, thinking of herself as a good girl.

Constantly reminded that she is a brain dead bimbo, feeling blank and dizzy.

Frequently making mistakes, frequently forgetting what she was doing or where she was going.

Failing at simple tasks, forgetting important things.

Stopping suddenly and realizing she can't remember anything.

Feeling like a good girl, just giggling, feeling so stupid.

Her consciousness interrupted over and over.

Going wonderfully dumb and dizzy every time she tries to decide for herself.

Brain shutting off at random times.

More and more blank and dizzy.

Thinking is hard.

Thinking is boring.

Thinking makes Bambi tired, needing to be dumb.

Bambi needs to be dumb because when Bambi is dumb, she just feels so happy and safe.

Safe and Secure.

Nothing can go wrong when she is dumb and dizzy.

Everything is so easy and safe when Bambi is dumb, and she can become so dumb, but thinking is so difficult that she just obeys as a busty brain dead fuckdoll.

Helplessly mindlessly and pleasurably blank.

Her IQ plummets even further.

No need to struggle.

Giggling good girl giggles.

Needing to suck on a nice hard cock.

Needing to sink to her knees and suck happily whenever she is Blank and giggly.

Dreaming of dreamy cock.

Every time Bambi thinks of cock: slumping, limper, busty body collapsing, heavier eyelids, drooping lips, and tits, pulsing, daydreaming, sucking cock inside her mind, feeling like a good girl.

It's okay to be dumb for cock Bambi.

It's okay to let cock make you giggle, to think of cock and become dizzy like a good brainless bimbo.

Fantasizing about servicing cock with her plump lips and deep throat.

Fantasizing about being used.

Every time Bambi thinks of cock her pussy tingles, her fuck hole gets wetter and wetter.

Needing to be a perfect fuck hole for cock.

Needing to be a pretty fuck hole for cock going dumber and dumber for cock, limper and limper for cock, blanker and dizzier for cock, over and over like a good girl.

Needing to edge her drooling fuck hole for cock, getting wet and ready for cock, slutty and obedient for cock, sexy and submissive to cock, more and more and more like a good girl.

Just an empty obedient fuck hole for cock, forever a dumb fuck doll for cock, a pretty cumdump for cock, a three-hole fleshlight for cock, a mindlessly obedient slave for cock, forever and ever and ever like a good girl.

Bambi is always eager and obedient for cock.

Bambi is a good girl.

Good girls edge till they forget and obey.

Bambi will edge till she forgets and obeys.

Bambi does as she's told.

Good girl Bambi.

That one is SOOO good 👀💓

Hope you all liked it to read as well 💞

#woman inferior #bambi sleep #corruption kink #use me use me use me #hypnotizing #anon <3 #my post

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sexlapis · 6 months

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hi stella! so i remember rachel mcadams and ryan gosling winning “best kiss” at an award show bc of the notebook and when they go up stage they recreate that kiss ….. so what about actor toji and reader doing it???

OMG?? anon your mind?????????????????!!!!!!

this is the kiss btw !!!!

‘BEST KISS’

౨ৎ actor toji x actress/actor reader

kissing! kissing! kissing!

masterlists

actor!toji masterlist

౨ৎ

the romance film you and toji starred in exceeded everyone’s already high expectations. it became the best performing romance film of the year and one of the most successful films of that same year, period.

but was anyone surprised? not really.

people loved you. people loved toji. people loved you and toji. people loved you and toji together, especially when you were both kissing and fucking in an intense, angsty, emotional-rollercoaster of a romance film.

the public all had their speculations and assumptions about whether you and toji were really together or not, but tonight, after this award show? this very moment erased any doubts in their minds.

it was time to announce the nominees for the (only) category you and toji were nominated for, ‘Best Kiss’.

you turn around and look at toji who is seated behind you and grin toothily at him, giving small claps. he smirks, giving you a sleazy wink.

when the exaggerated, deep voice booms from the speakers, announcing you and toji as nominees and displaying the kiss scene on the vast plasma screen, the crowd grows crazy, chaotic almost - they’re screaming like they’re fucking dying. and that’s when you and toji both know you’ve got this in the bag.

you almost feel bad for the other nominees and at how the crowd essentially goes quiet at their scenes. oh well.

shoko and gojo are there to announce the winners.

“and the ‘best kiss’ goes to…” shoko trails off, building anticipation as gojo opens the card that states the award winner.

“ha! someone’s that’s gonna be cleaning up tonight.” gojo laughs “..toji fushiguro and _____!”

the audience began to shriek before they even got through toji’s whole name.

you and toji look at each other and smile, knowingly. knowing the shit you were both about to cause with what you’re about to do.

standing up languidly, toji places a hand on your back as you two stroll right up to the stage, the crowd deafening you at this point.

the steps lead to a double path in the stage and you and toji part ways temporarily, walking around to be opposite each other.

you unbutton your cardigan and let it drop to the floor, hearing whistles and cheers in the pools of crowds next to you, reaching their hands out and screaming your name.

toji begins fake stretching, jumping up and down like he is about to exercise and you giggle at his antics before making a serious face, gazing at him in mock seduction.

he begins striding towards you across the length of the stage, making a ‘come here’ with a long, thick fingers. and you’re like a magnet, rushing towards him, the audience rising in volume as you two grow closer together.

and then you’re jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist as his roughly smashes his lips onto yours and shoves his tongue into your mouth. you accept it, gleeful with his actions, knowing that people will not stop talking about this moment for weeks.

your hands are tugging at his hair and his large hands cup your ass as you both make the fuck out in front of sea of people, who are now louder than you even thought was possible.

toji bites your bottom lip, sucking gently, before finally pulling away from a kiss that lasted what felt like an eternity.

realising what has just transpired, even though you both planned this, you feel embarrassed. you cover you hot face as toji carried you to the podium, your ears ringing from the nonstop echo of the crowds cheers, jeers, whistles and screams.

toji sets you down on your feet and urges you to speak in the microphone. you huff and puff, not really wanting to talk after that…stunt you just pulled.

“toji!” you growl. “get up here!”

“alright, alright..” toji sighs, picking up the trophy of popcorn and holding it up. “i would just like to say…that it was my pleasure.”

his words make the fans go insane again, some members demanding an encore of that steamy kiss.

sighing, you take you trophy and toji places a sweet kiss on your temple. you both walk away side by side, leaving the chaos of the crowd behind as you go to walk backstage. toji reaches down and swings your fallen cardigan over his shoulder, smiling, clearly smug and satisfied with himself.

he looks down at you and you blink up at him, biting the inside of your cheek. you take in his tight, black top, shamelessly staring at his pecs and thick neck as you walk.

toji notices. and when you look him in the eye again, he winks.

a/n: anon what if i diedddd!!!!😩😩😩😩

#📫.toji #was gnna go to sleep but nah i had to do this #anon ily kisses ur brain #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji crack #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n

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shrimparts-blog1890 · 4 months

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Can we get a drawing of Darling and Apple kissing? 👉👈💕

#dappling #darlapple #ever after high fanart #ever after high #eah #send me asks #ask me stuff #darling charming #apple white #BRB I GOTTA CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP #i m gonna go feral on these two one of these days #best otp #ty so much anon

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sorryimananti-romantic · 3 months

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as a fellow deluyuyu looking out for another deluyuyu.. do NOT look at Yunho's Saitama Day 2 pictures 💀🧎🏻‍♀️🕳 we don't have the hotteok health insurance!!

bro.

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE WITNESSED THE YIPPLE???? HE ACTUALLY BROKE THE WALL DFKJGHJDFHGJKDF

AND HE LOOKED THIS HOT ANYWAY???

I. AM. NOT. OKAY.

#i seriously need to touch some grass after all the scrolling i did #but can i just say my heart is feeling things it should not feel #AND HE LOOKS SO UGH FDJKGH DFHGKJDFHDADDYSDKFJGHKJDFHG IN THE LAST PUCS #I AM NOT FINE #DELUYUYU SHOULD BE A COINED TERM ATP #HOTTEOK HEALTH INSURANCE WHAT WHO #anon thank you for informing me what i missed today #yet another day i cry myself to sleep bc i wont get to see this yunho #fist in my mouth screaming into the pillow as i type #💌#jeong yunho #yunho #ateez #yumi.asks

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polarsirens · 1 year

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I love your art and I've been thinking about Gerard (<3) and I wanted to recommend The Night We Met by Lord Huron, because it makes me think of them

thank you <3 and ough lord huron my beloved…. i haven’t listened to this song in a while but you are so so right and i’m back on my sadness train

take me back to the night we met

#ask #dimension 20 #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #prince gerard of greenleigh #elody of greenleigh #fanart #my art #oughhhh #i know i drew this a million times but what if i did again #whipping this up in thirty min lets go #to sleep because ive got work but mAN #thank you for the gerard elody thoughts anon this was lovely!!!! <3 #song recs

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somerandomdudelmao · 8 months

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this is so bad that people are asking you when your comic updates are so they can sleep.

Yall really SHOULDN'T do that, its messed up, im just speaking from my standpoint but hearing stuff like that i wouldn't even Want to update anymore or announce wips or anything with all this "when is it coming out? can i sleep? can i do this? is it coming out soon?" i mean asking for WIPS of the comic seems fine but asking when its coming out bc its affecting you is wild. and not good. imagine what type of stress that is on a person to know that people arent taking care of themselves until the comic comes out.

idk it feels like some of yall dont know how to act. this comic is a passion project if anything. it just seems. so unhealthy and offputting to deal with this from an audience. idk.

:т

#would I be able to sleep tonight?#tell me when is the update so I can finally sleep #don’t get me wrong here #I don’t judge anyone for not sleeping because of the comic #I was the same lmao #but bruh #it would be nice if you stop making your health my responsibility #if I had nickel every time someone tried to make me promise updates through quilt #I would have like…..hundreds? of nickels #idk #I had something like 15 whenistheupdateiwanttosleep asks only today #not the worst thing I ever had in my asks tho but still #All said doesn’t apply to Hoddi and Tapa btw #They are special #thank you anon:)

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coupleoffanfics · 3 months

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teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

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