#ft. jason browning

[kennedyxwarren]

merry christmas friends!

@docolives @elianavagh @tashamadams @cagenewman @lenavaz @monixoconnor @jazfields @sunnynardelli @jaceeverett

Hope you are all having a very festive day! Included are a few gifts to make the day a little extra special-- firstly soy wax candles, next are cozy knit hats picked up from the holiday market, and finally some festive glasses hand-painted by yours truly. Wishing the best, and that the holiday season is kind to you!

xx Kennedy

[aishathevar]

who: aisha & closed.

where: cassidy's candies, the coast

when: march, 2024

Aisha hadn't celebrated Easter but still liked making baskets for her friends. So on an afternoon she was free, she headed to the candy shop to pick up some things. Stepping inside, she glanced around at the brightly colored candy, realizing it was busier than expected. Which was fair, because she always waited until the last minute. She didn't mind the wait though, as she stepped in line, trying to decide what to buy. Also deciding to make a bit of conversation while they waited. "So, important question-- do you have a favorite holiday candy?"

[jello-jelly-coconut]

gotham rainy nights*

i still am a believer of duke doing silly things with his superpower

patch note: i got another believer and im honored

hiding under your dad's cape when it's pouring outside can be something very special + many years later, a smug dude with his bat-rain-poncho invention

[kennedyxwarren]

"Exactly!" she waved her hand as if that was the point she was getting at, looking in his direction with a small smile. She supposed having a raging sweet tooth had been the least of her problems at the moment, so it didn't quite bother her when she received questionable glances in the slightest. "I'd love to say my style choices in winter are fashionable, but they're more for my comfort when being outside more than anything. Multiple layers are essential but hard to accomplish when trying to seem business-chic but I try to pull it off," it had taken some time to experiment with her wardrobe during the cold months, but she found a look that worked when she was out with clients while walking toward a vendor destination, or running errands. Though even if she was bundled up, she felt the cold creep in, a bitter rush when she stepped outside. "I don't know if it was the way they were screwed in to make them different shades, but I was always happy when it seemed like it was more than one color," she admitted, a laugh escaping her lips at his next sentence. "Oh, that was so exciting! Given we didn't have the real icicles in Texas, that was kind of like experiencing a true winter. I was so jealous of those who had them."

"Who are they to judge?" he scoffed softly, playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Truth be told, that same barista who judged her for sugar and sweet stuff was probably drinking a little too much in the dark corner of a bar, or addicted to eating ridiculously greasy pizza. Everyone had their vices, no one was above that. And if the worst thing that Kennedy was doing was getting side-eyes from a barista at a local coffee shop, Jason personally thought she was doing pretty well. "You think you're overdoing it until that first gust of wind hits. And then you realize how smart you were to put on that extra layer," his laugh was low, throaty as he shook his head, "in fact, you sort of wish you had thrown on one more." Jason was lucky in that his ranger jacket was built for it; he never spent his hours on the job feeling cold, but at home, going out to let Ghost run through the field, or grabbing the mail? That was when the regret hit him for thinking he could handle it. "Me too," he laughed, nodding his head, "and sometimes if you were lucky, the bulbs had two shades to them, so that your string of lights looked extra colorful, you know?" He wrinkled his nose at the memory, recalling the fascinating little blinker bulb that you could install, too, how fancy you were after that. "I remember when icicle lights first became a big thing."

[skate-the-onion]

World Championships + text post memes part 4/4 ( 1 2 3 4 )

[poisonandpages]

[glitter-stained]

Two Mistki songs per Robin, because I was physically incapable of picking one:

Dick: Liquid Smooth/Bag of Bones

Jason: Pearl Diver /Working for the knife

Tim: Everyone/ Frost

Steph: Buffalo Replaced/ Townie

Damian: Abbey/class of 2013

[windybluebelles]

What Vaseline I think different Batfam members would wear

(Because I’m braindead and it’s the only thing keeping me alive atm)

Alfred: a really worn out blue one that he’s probably had for give or take a decade, would literally be rusty if owned by anyone else

Bruce: the green one but only the ones with the pride design

Dick: Nivea 😨 (Rose and Raspberry)

Cass: the funky Vanilla Daydream one (or just one of them BIG tubs)

Jason: Cocoa butter (the brown one)

Steph: None, only primark lipgloss

Tim: the boring blue one but he’s also prone to wearing actual makeup at the same time sooo

Duke: whatever is laying around, is not opposed to using the pink one. He prolly likes the tropical one most but he doesn’t really care soooo

Damian: none, he’s a crusty little boy who thinks that licking his lips keeps them hydrated

[sundrunked]

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man. - stephanie brown / @desastreorcalamite !

jason watched her for a moment, evaluating. steph was fierce in a way he could respect, seemed like she knew how to handle herself. "mm. for some reason, i believe you. probably'd end up feeling bad for the sorry bastard by the time you were done with him." ( he wouldn't. he wasn't soft like that, more the type to tell her to kick his face in a little more. but it was the sentiment of the thing. ) he crossed his arms, glancing away briefly. "still, doesn't mean you have to by yourself. i'll be around. or whatever." he wasn't sure why it mattered to him so specifically, having her back when she was still a near stranger.

[rizzanon]

Beyond Batfam February

revamped because i meant to post a fic a day in feb but wasn’t able to follow up with it—so to make up for it i wrote a few more fics

this is me pushing out more platonic fics about the batfamily and trying to get my life back on track (i need more sibling fluff and angst because why not? ☺️ and why on feb? because they’re my loves) (will include features of other characters)

likes, shares and reblogs are greatly appreciated if you do enjoy these and would like to see more 🫶

and check out undoing fate if you haven’t already 😘

★ hurt/comfort ✘ angst ♥︎ fluff

01 | Relentless — Dick Grayson ★

Summary: you’re too stubborn to go get treated during the events of gotham’s cataclysm, your brother forces you to

02 | Stitches and Sarcasm — Jason Todd ★

Summary: you’re stitching your brother up whilst trying to reconnect with him

03 | Robin and the Stray — Damian Wayne ft. Alfred ♥︎

Summary: your brother asks (forced) you to help him hide another stray he took in from Alfred and Bruce

04 | Batdad brainrot — Bruce Wayne ♥︎

Summary: your estranged father tries to connect with you in ways you didn’t expect him to

05 | His place — Tim Drake ★

Summary: you remind your brother what his role is in the family

06 | Normalcy — Cassandra Cain ♥︎

Summary: you took your sister out for fun to help her relax

07 | Babysitter — Damian Wayne ft. Jon Kent ♥︎

Summary: your brother forces you to take him and his bestfriend along with you to wherever you’re going

08 | That’s my sibling!! — Tim Drake ft. Young Justice ♥︎

Summary: your brother’s team seems to fancy you quite a bit, he has to do damage control

09 | Not again, Never again — Dick Grayson ✘

Summary: he can’t lose another sibling, no matter the cost

10 | Stakeout with the Outlaws — Jason Todd ♥︎

Summary: you tag along with your brother and meet his friends

11 | Unspoken promises — Cassandra Cain ✘

Summary: your sister promises to always protect you, but even her words can’t convey how much she cares

12 | Not his soldier — Bruce Wayne ✘

Summary: after a mission pushes you too far, you confront your father, reminding him that you were his child, not his soldier

13 | Too much like him — Jason Todd ✘

Summary: your brother accuses you of becoming too much like Bruce, leading to a heated fight that leaves you both question your identities

14 | The sibling he didn’t ask for — Tim Drake ★

Summary: you brother realises that you’re the sibling he didn’t know he needed after everything that’s happened

15 | Liability — Damian Wayne ✘

Summary: your twin brother thinks you’re a liability. he realises far too late that he’s wrong

16 | Stained Hands — Cassandra Cain ★

Summary: how can you think the world of her when her hands are stained?

17 | Fractured Trust — Tim Drake ★

Summary: a mission goes sideways and your brother accuses you of being reckless, but his anger hides his fear of losing you

18 | A father's promise — Bruce Wayne ft. Justice League ♥︎

Summary: your father promised to make it up to you by showing up for your father-daughter date, even if it means cutting short a JL meeting

19 | The things left unsaid — Dick Grayson ✘

Summary: your brother left Gotham. you miss him but won’t admit it out loud

20 | “Not so little” brother — Jason Todd ♥︎

Summary: your little brother may not be so little anymore, but some things never change

21 | Gala shenanigans — Tim Drake and Damian Wayne ft. Bruce Wayne ♥︎

Summary: it’s a typical wayne gala night with not so typical course of events

22 | You’re… Robin? — Stephanie Brown ft. Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake ♥︎

Summary: you meet the new Robin

23 | Father-Daughter time — Bruce Wayne ♥︎

Summary: for once, your father decides to take some time off to spend it with you

24 | Not the favourite? — Dick Grayson ♥︎

Summary: he’s distraught that he’s (somehow) not your favourite

25 | Wayne’s daughter — Duke Thomas ★

Summary: you’re not what he expected you to be

26 | Your beauty never scared me — Cassandra Cain ★

Summary:

27 | So you’re… Nightwing — Damian Wayne (injustice au) ✘

Summary: you meet your brother from another universe

28 | Will we ever learn? — Jason Todd ★

Summary: you two will always make the same mistakes

29 | A book for every situation — Duke Thomas ft. Batfamily ♥︎

Summary: you help him fit in with your family’s antics

30 | Kidnapped by the Supers — Batfamily ft. Superfamily ♥︎

Summary: tba

31 | Call it fate that we met — Tim Drake ★

Summary: tba

32 | Ruined forever — Bruce Wayne ✘

Summary: tba

33 | Replaced? — Dick Grayson ft. Wally West ♥︎

Summary: tba

34 | It’s ok to not be ok — Stephanie Brown ★

Summary: tba

35 | His soft spot — Jason Todd ♥︎

Summary: tba

36 | Family game night — Batfamily ♥︎

Summary: tba

37 | Take a quiet life — Tim Drake ✘

Summary: tba

38 | It’s the thought that counts — Cassandra Cain ft. Batgirls ♥︎

Summary: tba

39 | Like the old times — Dick Grayson ★

Summary: tba

40 | Rough patrol — Tim Drake ★

Summary: tba

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[rafeplay]

ROUTE 69 !

ft. di!leon kennedy x woc!reader

tags. piv, smut, cop!leon, ignorance/racism but not on purpose 😭, leon woc fetishiser, blowjob, public sex, car sex, creampie

notes. im scared 2 post this all I have to say is im a fat brown woman and um my belly fat is going to shield me from any backlash.. this fic was much worse and then I changed it to di leon and made it more of him being ignorant without realising n having a fetish. readers race/ethnicity isn’t specified but since im south asian i did write it w myself in head .. reading this back it’s very south asian actually wow. some bits r taken from my old n deleted fics if they sound familiar 😴 i’ve been writers blocked 4 months so this is clunky n disjointed,, feedback n rbs always appreciated :3 UNEDITED!!!!!!!!

You get pulled over beside a cornfield—Where Leatherface met Sally. 

Okay, sure, you were speeding, like, a little bit, but it’s not like there’s anyone to crash into, there’s no schools around here so no kid is going to wander into the road and splat against your windshield like a bug, and there’s no deers so you really don’t see the problem. This road is long and winding like an unfurled spool of silver ribbon, it’s scary, and the only source of light is the fucking moon, and while there’s probably only a 0.01% chance of something happening to you—This is Midwest America you’re talking about - land of the free, birthplace of literally every serial killer like ever.

They have it all here: killer clowns, rapists, somebody’s coworker, zodiac killers, night stalkers, mommy’s boys and cannibals. 

An entire carousel of freaks.

He’s just a cop, you tell yourself, some overweight, gun-slinging, bible-thumping degenerate that has to pick on generally polite and law-abiding women like me to feel good about himself. 

You press your face against the wheel and try not to think of Jason and Michael Myers and that terribly evil, big-nosed clown with his stupidly small top hat.

Tap, tap, tap. 

You don’t even look when you roll down the window, not until he sighs deeply and gives a pointed, “Ahem.” 

Don’t look at him wrong. Don’t smile at him wrong. Don’t even breathe wrong. Don’t give him a reason.

When you lift your head you're met with his crotch. It’s not exactly a sight for sore eyes, but it’s not exactly unwelcome—You can tell by those hands and those thighs and—well—that dick that you’ve got him all wrong. He’s not fat or ugly. He’s a hot gun-slinging, bible-thumping cop, and somehow that’s even worse. 

“Do you know how fast you were going—“ He adjusts his belt, probably shifts his dick from one side to the other side of his obscenely tight uniform before he bends down to peer into your window. “—ma’am?” 

Oh god. 

He’s like hot hot. 

Somewhere between retired underwear model and vintage pornstar hot. His eyes are the type of blue you'd like to dip your toes into, and his name badge says Kennedy. 

“Fast enough to get your attention?” You smile at him hopefully, sitting up straighter and shifting your body towards the window to show him your perfectly planted cleavage. 

Officer Kennedy seems to take that into consideration, nodding thoughtfully while he looks right down your work blouse and at the scalloped cups of your lucky lace bra. It’s always been there to get you out of a pinch—like that presentation today, if you hadn’t stood directly under that spotlight with that bra and that sheer blouse, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t be getting a promotion and such a glowing recommendation. 

When he’s done checking you out, Officer Kennedy asks for your license and registration, you rifle around in the glove compartment and pretend not to notice a pack of condoms falling to the ground. 

He leans forward, peering through the open window, yoi catch sight of the ID clipped to his shirt. “Think we might have a code M&M on our hands,” Officer Leon Kennedy says. 

“A what?” You dig out your insurance papers and hand them over, fingers trembling when you go to get your license from your card wallet—You haven’t done anything bad, you went over the speed limit, it’s not like you’re lying about your papers, it’s not like you have a body in the trunk—It’s just the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s speaking to you. 

“Y’know, Mexican or Muslim—Aw, don’t look at me like that, it’s just a joke, don’t make me feel bad about a joke.” He clicks his tongue like he’s embarrassed. “I’m not like that,” Leon continues as he squints at your license, “I don’t have a problem with anyone or anything, it’s just how we talk down at the station.”

You just blink at him. What are you even meant to say to that? 

“Tough crowd.” He shrugs and hands everything back to you, for just a moment you think you might be able to get away with a slap on the wrist, but you don’t go to his church, you don’t sound like him, you don’t wave around little flags on the Fourth of July, you’ve never even had a casserole, and you most certainly don’t look like anyone he would call a friend. “Here ya go.” He sticks his hand through the window, waving around a fine.

“I can’t pay that,” you blurt out, and you want to be smart and tell him that you know speeding doesn’t cost that much, he could just give you a point on your license and it would all be fine and dandy, but you’re panicking. 

“Didn’t think so.” Leon gives you a pointed look—Like, like he planned this, like he’s setting you up, and he is, he so is—You’re tired and upset and wary about the gun he’s wielding on that belt. “You know,” he sighs, glances at your strategically unbuttoned shirt, “there’s something else you could do for me.” 

Okay, this is good, it sounds more like the start of a bad porno than a horror movie and you’re alright with that. You can do porn, you can take dicks, but you can’t take chainsaws or hooks or needles or anything of the sort. 

To be coy, you blink at him slowly, tears beading your lashes like morning dew. “I have a boyfriend, Officer.” 

“Ah…” Leon seems to take it seriously, like abusing authority is fine as long as a woman’s single—but the moment she’s taken? He’s got morals. “Arranged marriage, huh?”

You blink at him. Again. And again. And again. 

“No…” You say slowly—Oh, what the hell. “Yeah, forced marriage, it’s a whole thing, if I don’t make it back tonight I'm in for a beating—That’s why I was speeding actually, officer, I just want to get home before it’s too late.”

“Damn shame.” Leon shakes his head, the gravel crunching under his boots as he shifts. “Treating a pretty girl like that…Nice skin, pretty hair, big eyes��That’s just not right.” 

So he’s like that - the type to call you a princess in bed and a terrorist at the airport, the type to fuck you and let you know that his buddies can’t find out about this, he doesn’t change the radio station when a rap song comes on when he drops you two blocks away from your house. 

“Listen, sweetheart, you seem like a good girl, girls like you, they're good in school, study hard, doctors, lawyers, all that stuff—“ He makes a vague hand gesture that is neither here nor there. “—So I don’t wanna give you a ticket or a court date, but, uh, that doesn’t come for free.” 

“I understand, officer.” You bat your lashes at him, biting back a smile. This isn’t so bad, you got a promotion and now you’re getting laid. There’s no axe murderers or rapists in sight, just a cop with his dick in the right place. 

“Good girl.” He nods, pleased, and then he switches off his radio. “So, you do that for that prick at home or me?” Leon’s eyes drift to your cleavage, to your thighs in that short skirt, it keeps riding up the more you squirm in your seat. 

“I like uniforms,” you tell him innocently, “can’t help it.”

Leon laughs, slow and knowing. “I bet you do.” His fingers brush his belt, not to reach for his gun, but to unbutton them. You poke your head a little further out the window, his hand finds the back of your head, guiding you to his dick. His gun-slinging, bible-thumping dick that you fully intend to put in your mouth - you’ve made your bed and now you're kneeling in it. “I don’t have a breathalyser with me, so this’ll do.” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as your warm mouth closes in on the tip, he’s big, but not in the way that makes your jaw ache—If he wanted to do that he’d find better luck shoving a gun in your mouth. 

“Fuck, wait.” He lets out a soft grunt and pulls his cock from your mouth, smudges of red lipstick and strings of spit keeping his tip and your lips together.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, heart thumping out of your chest—Did he change his mind? Did he have, like, an epiphany? Was it bad? Oh god, what if someone saw you? What if there really is a murderer out here and everybody knows they always go for you when you’re fucking—

Leon opens the back door—You were worried about murderers and hillbillies but your doors weren’t even locked. “Get in the back.” 

“Oh.” You let out a breath of relief, climbing over the handbrake and losing a heel on the way over to meet him. He braces an arm against the roof of your car as you kiss the tip off his cock, letting dribbles of pre wet your lips. 

“Fuck,” Leon groans, one hand rests atop your head, “you’re trouble, I should’ve cuffed you.” 

“I would’ve liked it,” you mumble around a mouthful of fat cock, you should be ashamed of soaking through your poor thong, but you’re not. That ticket would feel a hundred times worse than a sore throat. 

“Speak English.” He gives you this cheeky smile when you let out a noise of surprise, but you’re too concerned with taking him deep in your throat to start an argument—So he gets away with it like he has a million times before. If it were any other day you'd give him a piece of your mind. Really, you would. Honest. Once his tip knocks the back of your throat, you start speaking his language, gagging wetly as you swallow around him, one hand trailing down to grasp his heavy balls. You feel him pulse, and he curses under his breath. “That got you going, huh?” He snorts, amused and all sorts of turned on.

When you pull off with a pop, you go straight to licking up the seam of his balls. “You having fun down there, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” It’s muffled as you take one into your mouth and then the other, you like to play with your food, and sucking up (read: off) took you so far in school. 

“C’mon, enough of that,” Leon hums, pushing you off gently like you’re a kitten clawing at the hem of his trousers. You go to whine and then wonder what your parents would think of this and zip your mouth shut. Your grandmother came to America for what? For this? For you to let any old pig put his dick in your guts? Whatever. Whatever. He’s a hot pig. He’s like the cutest guy you’ll find for miles, and you’ve already gone to college, you’ve got a good job, why can’t you indulge? “Scooch over.”

You shuffle back, skirt hiking up your thighs until it’s more of a belt, he wedges himself between your thighs—Your legs dangle out the door, and you're still worried something or someone is going to come out of the cornfield waving around a scythe and cut up both your bodies like a canvas, but you’re wet and he’s on top of you and there’s no going back now.

“Wait—Keep it on,” you gasp softly as he lifts the hem of his uniform shirt.

“Why? You like it?” He asks, blinking at you with those big blue eyes, they’re clear like a summer afternoon. 

Obviously. 

“I dunno…I kinda like it, feels wrong.” You take his hand in yours once he drops the bunched up fabric, bringing it to feel how wet you’ve gotten. 

“What? The badge? The uniform?” He looks smug, like you're some kinky act of rebellion for him—Well, you don’t really have the right to speak on things like that. 

“The gun,” you say softly, flashing him your sweetest smile. 

“You're dirty,” he tells you with a groan, lining up his cock with your soft cunt, dragging the fat head up and down your folds, letting it brush over your throbbing clit just to see you writhe. 

“Hurry,” you whine, digging your nails into his biceps, you want him to split you straight down the middle. “Wait—Are you married?” 

“Does it matter?” Leon asks before he pushes in with one single glide, you're so wet there’s no resistance, just the slight stretch of a pleasantly big dick, tip nudging your cervix. 

“Oh my god.” You drag your nails down his back, legs going rigid as pleasure prickles your spine. “I was just—just wondering.” You bet there’s someone. Blonde, short, small, the kind he can bring home with no judgement. 

“Probably should’ve asked before you sucked my dick.” Leon huffs out a breath as he shifts his hips, angling deeper, making you sniffle as he drops his sweaty forehead to press against yours. He’s so deep you feel him everywhere, you can’t escape him and you don’t want to. 

His cock drags in and out of your slick cunt, one of his hands is by your head and the other settles on your tummy, trailing down until he finds your swollen clit. The pad of his thumb rolls over the soft bud as he fucks into you, pussy clicking wetly with each sharp thrust. 

If you had any dignity left, if you weren’t twenty seconds away from gushing all over him, you'd probably be embarrassed by the noise. The wet squelch each time he bottoms out, the smack of his balls on your ass, the way you’re whining like a fucking, boot-licking idiot. 

“Wait—Wait, I can’t—“ You push at his abdomen, wanting him to ease up as you feel the pressure build deep in your gut, there’s no time to feel guilty when it feels so fucking good, when your cunt tightens and he presses down on your clit and your poor Honda Civic—She’s been subjected to a lot tonight. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon cups your cheek, his hand is softer and smaller than you expected, gentler than the one that’s pinching your clit and making you sob into your fist. “Go on, good girl.” 

You think you black out when it happens, and you don’t know why. It was good, sure, but it wasn’t, like, deserving of a pornstar reaction, and you just gave that—Boosted his already huge ego, made a fool out of yourself, disappointed whoever in your line of ancestors decided the shift to America was a good idea. 

“You do that for your husband?” His voice is strained, his thrusts are sloppy, his mouth is hanging open as he ruts into your messy cunt. 

“I don’t actually have—It’s the uniform.” You think about the box of condoms on the floor and hook your legs around him, digging one kitten heel and one regular human heel into his ass to keep him from running away. 

Leon’s eyes go wide, he opens his mouth to protest, and then you squeeze his dick so tight it empties his brain and his balls. He even looks good when he cums. Adam’s apple bobbing, lips parted, a perfectly timed rivulet of sweat drips down his temple as he fills you up. 

The quiet after all of it is said and done kind of makes you wish you did hear a chainsaw revving somewhere in the distance. He buckles his belt as you pull your thong back into place, dried cum sticking to your thighs, dripping onto your poor old car. You have driven a million relatives back and forth in this little thing, you take your mom to the doctors and your grandma to the grocers and now she’s ruined. 

His radio is switched back on, you find both your shoes and place them on the passenger seat. You can’t drive in this state, not when your legs are wobbling so bad you wouldn’t be able to step on the brakes. Maybe that’s what you need to do. Drive head first into a wall. 

“I can drive you home,” Leon offers after he watches you stare at the windshield blankly, “Can get somebody to bring your car over in the morning.”

You accept and wonder who he voted for as he drives. His pinned radio stations are all some sort of rock, but there’s no country and that makes you feel a little better. 

He grabs your wrist before you get out, all blue-eyed and earnest. “I hope…I hope I didn’t get you into trouble with your folks, I know how they get, your people, I don’t want, uh, anything to happen to you.” 

You look at your house. All the lights are off. There’s not a single car parked in the drive. There’s nothing because you live with no one but yourself. You thought cops were meant to have deductive skills. 

“And if your husband gives you any trouble, you can call me, for real this time—Not, not for that, but for help,” he finishes clumsily, like he didn’t raw you in the middle of an open road while he was on fucking duty.

“I don’t have…” You look at him, like really hard, remnants of red lipstick on the collar of his blue uniform, his seed staining your panties white. “I’ll tell you if he gives me any trouble,” you say, only because you know he needs a reason to come and see you, he couldn't be casual with somebody like you. He’s going to knock on your door with a warrant just so he can fuck you into your mattress. 

“Okay.” He nods, lips twitching into a smile. “I’ll bring the handcuffs next time.”

I’ll bring a fucking veil next time so I can hang you or myself, maybe an anklet or two if you’re into that officer.

You fix a smile onto your face. “Goodnight, Officer.”

[yandereunsolved]

🦇 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 & 𝙳𝙲 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 🦇

“Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith first, the trust part comes later.” – Clark Kent (Superman)

"I get it. Guns make things go faster. But what's the damn rush?" — Richard 'Dick' Grayson (Nightwing)

"Sorry I'm late. But you try changing clothes in a hybrid." — Oliver Queen (Green Arrow)

— 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 —

Alfred Pennyworth

Barbara Gordon

Bruce Wayne

Cassandra Cain

Clark Kent 'Superman'

Damian Wayne

Diana Prince 'Wonder Woman'

Dick Grayson

Duke Thomas

Harleen Quinzel

Jack Napier 'Joker'

Jason Todd

John Constantine

Jonathan Crane

Katherine 'Kate' Kane

Pamela Isley

Selina Kyle 'Catwoman'

Stephanie Brown

Tim Drake

— 𝖠𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐/ 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 —

Yandere Bruce Wayne

word count: 148 cw(s): yandere themes "𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘺."

Yandere Clark Kent 'Superman'

word count: 856 cw(s): yandere themes―heavy obsessive ideations "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘺."

Yandere Damian Wayne

word count: 131 cw(s): kidnapping "―𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴."

Yandere Jason Todd

word count: 196 cw(s): manipulation, paranoia, & active kidnapping "𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺?"

Yandere Jonathan Crane

word count: 232 cw(s): alluded to assault, manipulation, & gaslighting "𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵; 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

Yandere Richard 'Dick' Grayson

word count: 214 cw(s): yandere themes "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺."

Yandere self-aware Clark Kent

word count: cw(s): yandere themes {tbd}

Yandere self-aware Prime Earth Joker

word count: 341 cw(s): yandere themes "𝘏𝘢, 𝘩𝘢, 𝘩𝘢 .ᐟ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

Yandere Stephanie Brown

word count: 356 cw(s): kidnapping & manipulation "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵!" (𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.)

Yandere Tim Drake

word count: 89 cw(s): yandere themes "𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵."

— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere Batfam pining over Bruce's reluctant darling ⋆

word count: 706 cw(s): trauma and trauma responses (Batfam), family dysfunction, and stalking {tbrp}

Yandere self-aware Bruce Wayne ⋆

word count: 597 cw(s): stalking combined with heavy obsessive ideation {tbrp}

Yandere self-aware Dick Grayson ⋆

word count: 633 cw(s): delusions, isolating reader, and stalking {tbrp}

Yandere self-aware Jason Todd ⋆

word count: 508 cw(s): Jason's trauma and unhealthy coping/attachment {tbrp}

Yandere self-aware Jason Todd (part 2) ⋆

word count: 515 cw(s): kidnapping, isolation, manipulation, delusions, violence (towards others, not reader), unhealthy coping/attachment {tbrp}

— 𝙻𝚒𝚕 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚜 —

୨ৎ answered asks and other silly lil things ୨ৎ

Accidental Mob Boss darling (#1)

Accidental Mob Boss darling (#2)

Accidental Mob Boss darling (#3)

Accidental Mob Boss darling (#4)

Accidental Mob Boss darling (#5)

Accidental Mob Boss darling ft. John Constantine (#6)

Accidental Mob Boss darling ft. John Constantine (#7)

Accidental Mob Boss darling ft. John Constantine (#8)

Accidental Mob Boss darling #president edition (#9)

Crackship ― Jayin/Treed

"If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you?"

In' Nygma (Riddler's Child Reader) w/ yandere Batman

Immortal darling w/ yandere Joker and Batman

Yandere Batman going after The Riddler's child

Yandere Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent incorrect quote

Yandere Bruce - vs - Yandere Damian

Yandere Bruce Wayne w/ one-night stand darling

Yandere Dick Grayson

Yandere Jason Todd incorrect quote

Yandere self-aware John Constantine

Yandere self-aware Tim Drake

Yandere self-aware Tim Drake: multidimensional hacker and kink praiser

Yandere self-aware Tim Drake: multidimensional hacker and creature fucker extraordinaire (he needs therapy)

Yandere self-aware Tim Drake: The Certified Monster Fucker

Yandere self-aware Tim Drake with a darling that matches his freak

Yandere Tim Drake incorrect quote

( to be cross-posted to ao3 ‎)

⋆ unpolished: not a full set of headcanons (still spellchecked)

[aishathevar]

who: aisha & @jaceeverett

where: somewhere along the coast

when: snow storm (march, 2025)

Truthfully, Aisha wasn't the greatest driver on a normal day, but driving in the snow was even worse. Somehow in her mind, she convinced herself it wouldn't be bad, a lull in the falling snow, and she could head out to check in on a coworker. But not too long after she left, she realized she was in over her head. The roads hadn't been plowed fully, and it was starting to be hard to see. Considering turning back around, she exhaled softly, her anxiety only growing more. It also didn't help as her tire pressure light flashed on, causing her car to stop as she managed to pull onto the side of the road, her hazards on. Things truly couldn't have been worse.

[tasiawrites]

Slashers and their black partner getting their hair and nails done

ft. Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhes, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair and Billy Loomis + Stu Matcher

contains: general fluff, poly Ghostface (i think that's it idk let me know)

Brahms Heelshire

you had to sneak out at 3 am even to be able to leave to get them done in the first place.

did three days worth of food prep only to be back in under 26 hours

Brahms was NOT happy and wanted to hurt you but then his brain clicked

loves the feeling of your nails on his scalp, might forgive you (if you give him some extra kisses)

likes playing with your hair, even if you say no you owe him

will allow you to get them done every two months ONLY because he likes the feeling of you playing in his hair with your nails done.

"kiss?" Brahms asked in his childlike voice as he stood at the foot of your bed later that night. you rolled your eyes at his voice decision after his behavior earlier but allowed him into your bed for late-night cuddles. you placed a few kisses on his porcelain mask. "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you Brahmsy," you coaxed running your fingers through his hair as he settled in next to you. 

Micheal Myers

didn't even notice you were gone until he did the math, trips to the store DO NOT take 10 hours

hoe where is you at?

He kinda sulking when you get back

likes the hair didn't notice the nails AT ALL

pulls a single braid every chance he gets and he pulls it HARD

he learns that 10+ hours out means a new hairstyle to fuck with, sometimes he follows you

"oh come on Michael," you rolled your eyes at the sulking man on your couch. he doesn't even look at you until you stand directly in front of him. he ignores you and you eventually give up and continue about your evening. that is until you felt a tug on a braid that slipped out of your bonnet. a hard tug. you turn to find a smug-looking Micheal with the end in his hand. well, at least he's not mad. it took him until the third day to realize your nails were done.

Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher

you did tell them, they just forgot 

you come back and they acting like you went missing for nine years

Stu loves the hair while Billy loves the nails

you spend the next few hours giving kisses and being showered with praise

every other time you go at least one of them goes with you

you walked into Stu's house slightly confused at the silence. you were just about to call one of them when Billy came barreling down the stairs half dressed in his Ghostface costume. "um.. hi?" you tried as he quickly began searching you for injuries as Stu came down the stairs asking too many questions in quick succession.  after calming them down, you sat between them as they played with your hair and nails respectively. 

Thomas Hewitt

The Texas heat was making your hair hard to maintain so you asked Luda Mae if you could get a few days off so you could fix that

you had to go three towns over to get it done

to thank her you got Hoyt to drop Luda Mae off so you both could manicures and pedicures

Thomas was too excited to see you after three days to realize your hair was done

when he did he spent an unnatural amount of time just, looking at you??

he's so in love

also loves it when your nails massage his head, especially after a long day at work

misses you every time you leave but he gets to see a new hairstyle so it balances out, he does miss playing with your natural hair tho

"hi Tommy," you whisper as he crawls into bed next to you. he gathers you up into his arms and you give him a soft smile. he connects his lips to yours and you run your fingers through his hair and rub on his scalp. he shudders and a low sound of approval climbs out of his throat.

Vincent Sinclair

I mean he doesn't stop you from going anywhere, he's just pouty about it

spends the night you spent in the other town making wax figurines of you

he's so happy when you get back

you get your nails the color of his eye, a lovely brown with a pretty white design to accompany it.

absolutely obsessed with your hair. 

like he likes the nails but by god does he love your hair

the next time you go hes vibrating with excitement, he can't wait to see what you do next

"Vinny?" you call as you walk down into the basement. it did not take long for Vincent to come around the corner looking as excited as someone with a mask on his face could look. with hasty footsteps, he approached you hands fidgeting in excitement. it only took a small nod from you to have the lanky man all over you. he took your hand in his and watched the nails closely before his fingers played with your hair. the next morning you found a small wax figurine of yourself on your bedroom side table.

Jason Voorhees

poor baby, you almost gave him a heart attack

he thought you left him

sulky large man

when you come back he's like O-O 

very happy, thinks you're so pretty

puts flowers in your hair and is very gentle with it

likes to see your nails when you hold his hands

please give him a heads-up next time

he waits with wildflowers for you to return

Jason's fingers clumsily placed another flower in your hair. it dislodged another one that you quickly caught and handed back to him. it took a few more flowers for him to be satisfied and when he was he gave a grunt and lifted you to your feet. "ready to go home?" you asked the large man as he intertwined his finger with yours happily rubbing his thumb over the smoothness of your nails.

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this has nothing to do with the poll, it has been stewing in my drafts for a minute

POLY GHOSTFACE IS THE ONLY CORRECT OPTION good night

n e way lemme go study for my exams

[aishathevar]

"That would kind of ruin the night's aesthetic, honestly," she shook her head at the thought, just happy the weather had turned out to be wintery. The setting gave the paintings a touch of extra whimsy knowing flurries were coming down outside. Smiling softly, she nodded at his question. "Of course I do! And one of those packages of hand warmers too, think it's overkill?" she glanced over, a slight laugh leaving her lips. Not being from Maine had her bundling up every chance she had, used to the warmer temperatures that she was used to. "You're welcome! And I agree with you on that, who knew there were so many fashionistas in town?" she joked, glancing over in the direction of the gallery with a grin. "Oh, I wouldn't even want to imagine what it would cost in a city! Not that it's not worth it for the effort and time, just not sure if I'd be as inclined to get as many pieces."

"And it actually worked," he smiled, looking from the sky back down to Aisha. "It might have been a little disappointing if we were enjoying paintings of snow and ice and it was fifty degrees and balmy." Although they might not have needed to dress so warmly, and when she mentioned always having her heavy coat with her, he knew that she wasn't alone in that, there were plenty of people who felt the same way. "Do you always have gloves in your pockets, too?" Some people made sure not to leave without the gloves, the scarf and a hat, just to make sure that all of their bases were covered, and Jason couldn't blame them for that. "Thanks," he smiled, looking down at the front of his suit under the coat, which he had left unbuttoned for ease. "I feel like everyone really pulled it together nicely for this gala, you know? A really coherent flow happening in there," he tilted his head towards the gala with a lopsided smile. "No kidding," Jason said as his eyes widened a bit, "and that's just the price in a small town, imagine in a big city."

[hinge]

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[luvmailing]

the passenger princess playlists

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, probably ooc, self-indulgent because we have fun here, author's taste in music is utter shit 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. these stupid parasites that keep infecting my brain aka bruce wayne,clark kent, jason todd, tim drake, and stephanie brown

author's note: THEY ARE THE PASSENGER PRINCESS!!!! WHY???? because if i projected my music taste on the reader insert we would have many issues. im not THAT self indulgent w/ my stuff i say, posting hcs of character's music tastes based on my own

you decide that it's time to show how much you trust them.

"hey," you mutter, eyes still on the road, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the wheel. "...you can have the aux cord, by the way."

▸ BRUCE doesn't even take it at first. he usually prefers to drive in complete silence himself, so he lets you handle the music. he's pretty nonchalant about what you play, indifferent to most music as long as it doesn't make his ears bleed.

the first time he takes the offer and plays something he personally enjoys, it's pretty straightforward: his main genres are classical, jazz, and dad rock. like... a lot of dad rock. he can read the room er, car?? well enough to know that the classical and jazz songs he listens to aren't exactly driving playlist material. and yes something in the way by nirvana will be played battison i fucking love you

BRUCE's songs include: ♡ she sells sanctuary by the cult ♡ something in the way by nirvana ♡ 1979 by the smashing pumpkins

▸ CLARK is more than happy to share his music! he's always been excited to hear whatever you jam out to and is pretty open to different genres. he definitely finds favorites of his that match the energy of your car playlists. doesn't wanna play anything that's too much of a bummer though, mainly because driving with you has such good vibes!!! he can't ruin that :( unless your in some sorta mood to be upset. then he's got some stuff aka a lot of elliot smith and jeff buckley

he finds a lot to love in all sorts of genres. it's a mix of stuff that he grew up listening to with his parents, stuff that he found on his own from artists he enjoys, and stuff you introduced him to. his music taste is just a mosaic of love for the people around him.

CLARK's songs include: ♡ it's been a long, long time by harry james and his orchestra ♡ cupid by sam cooke ♡ real love baby by father john misty

▸ if there's someone who's going to criticize music without sharing his full music taste? it's JASON. he's actually not mean but he'll make comments which give the impression that he thinks he'd be better with the aux. like bro ask for the aux normally. REMIND HIM WHO'S HOLDING THE WHEEL. YOU BETTER PRAY THAT THE VOTERS ARE IN YOUR FAVOUR WHEN WE DRIVE INTO THIS TELEPHONE POLE

when you give him the aux privileges he's secretly overjoyed. he likes a lot of different genres, rock, metal, indie rock, some punk... but don't ruin his mood by pointing out his music taste is vaguely inspired by bruce's. or make fun of him for listening to sleep token. obviously he likes listening to chill music too— but for a drive? it's gotta be loud and fast. secretly gets happy when you like the songs he plays. the validation gives him a quiet sort of joy.

JASON's songs include: ♡ knives out by radiohead ♡ goddamn these hands by the taxpayers ♡ custer by slipknot

▸ TIM is pretentious about music, but he doesn't intend to be. he's proud of his taste to the point where he's beyond spotify wrapped and stats.fm. i firmly believe he's made his own software to track the music he's listening to and it's thorough. that being said, he really doesn't mind listening to your music. he likes giving recommendations based off of the songs you play in the car.

tim adores branching out into different genres, and the more obscure it is, the more he likes it. given, he's also into some pretty known and loved bands. car seat headrest. radiohead. slaughter beach, dog. the minute you hand him the aux, he's trying to put you on his favourites. a lot of indie. like... so much indie. and midwest emo... american football WILL be played. he also unfortunately cannot hide his love for the pinkerton album.

TIM's songs include: ♡ never meant by american football ♡ oh! starving by car seat headrest ♡ tragic girl by weezer

▸ STEPHANIE is so cool. i've seen swiftie headcanons but guys... pop punk princess stephanie brown is too real. pop punk, alternative rock, riot grrrl— all that stuff. probably got aux privileges before you even gave her permission, she just started queuing up her songs with yours.

when she gets full control, she already has a playlist ready for the drive. it's kind of all over the place, but the vibes are great. you will go from mommy long legs to chappell roan and then to whatever recession pop artist she's into that week. steph is also a big fan of evanescence, kittie, and hole. those in specific are heavily headcanon-y but i feel like she'd appreciate them.

STEPHANIE's songs include: ♡ misery business by paramore ♡ cherry scented by jack off jill ♡ gimmie brains by bratmobile

▸ what are you listening to? you don't know but CASS seems happy at least. when you gave her aux privileges, she didn't really know what to do. she ended up just picking her favourite songs out of your usual playlists.

eventually, she gets excited by the prospect of sharing what she usually listens to and it's... something. so here's the thing: she listens to a lot of ambient noise. like, things that people usually sleep to. you once drove around for half an hour listening to nothing but the noises of rustling leaves and chirping birds through your speakers. and she was happy.

she listens to a lot of music where there's not a lot of lyrics most of the time, but tends to listen to some of stephanie's music as well— usually the more mellow side.

CASS' songs include: ♡ relaxing tranquil day in the forest by nature sounds ♡ healing ritual by whatever, dad ♡ to violet by adrianne lenker

part two... potentially??? lmk which character's you'd want ^_^

— reblogs always appreciated!