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yandereworlds · 7 months
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Heey, sorry for the lack of activity, was taking a bit of a hiatus, BUT I come with new content! I've been doing a lot of OC content, so I thought I'd provide some canon stuff for those who enjoy it. Lately I've been thinking about the concept of a yandere super family after making one of my more popular bots, the bat family!
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yandere-daydreams · 11 months
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Title: Chauvinism.
Commissioned by the very lovely @meri47.
Pairing: Yandere!Clark Kent | Superman x Reader (DC).
Word Count: 2.6k.
TW: Kidnapping, Plans for Prolonged Imprisonment, Nonconsensual Touching, Obsessive Behavior, and Slight Codependency.
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You woke up to the feeling of something burning into the back of your head.
Again, true to the most literal definition of the word, burning. You bolted upward, bringing one had to the back of your scalp as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with the other. Exhaustion weighed you down, made it difficult to think about anything but the searing pain burrowing into your, the stiffness of your joints, the static numbness pricking at your fingertips, but luckily, you didn’t find an injury, didn’t smell burning hair, didn’t feel flesh melting off of bone or blisters forming across delicate skin – even if you were uncomfortably warm in that familiar, ‘held your hands too close to an open bonfire’ way. Still, you had to force yourself to calm down, to tear your attention away from your own startled distress and turn your focus outward.
You weren’t on fire, which was good. That was good.
But, you were in a strange room with strange crystalline walls, which was bad.
Very, very bad.
You swallowed down something thick and dry that’d lodged itself in your throat. The scenery was as blank as it was alien – all featureless, all bizarre, little more than a series of hexagonal pedestals that erupted from the ground without pattern or intention and four chrome walls so well polished, your own distorted reflections were able to corner you on all sides, and so tall, you weren’t able to make out the ceiling that had to be looming somewhere far above your head. The only actual piece of furniture seemed to be the bed you were sitting on; a remarkably normal mattress swamped with remarkably normal sheets, blankets, quilts - all doting cutesy, sappy patterns, all things you’d find in the bedding aisle of a particularly folksy home-goods store.
Partially out of curiosity and partially out of hope that you’d be able to dispel the knot of dread coiling in your stomach, you turned over the corner of the nearest quilt, finding a paper tag still on the end of its plastic toggle. That, for as thankful as you were not to be lying on a bare stone floor, was almost the most concerning thing you'd seen so far. It meant that someone had found the time to prepare this, to get ready for you. It meant that someone had decided to bring you here, and had given your abduction enough forethought to buy a fucking blanket.
You were almost tempted to curl back into yourself, to cover yourself in a stranger’s blankets and pretend you’d never woken up, but any delusions you might’ve had of being able to sleep this off like a bad dream were dispelled by the sound of a man clearing his throat, a new weight coming to rest on the other side of your bed. You jerked around the face the new presence, your eyes instantly landing on the monster who’d—
— on your coworker, Clark Kent, sitting on the edge of your mattress.
Your coworker, Clark Kent, who was inexplicably dressed like Superman.
For a second, all your panic and all your fear seemed to disappear in favor of making more room for complete and utter confusion. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and admittedly, his get-up looked a step above what you’d find on the clearance rack of some out-of-season costume store. You couldn’t imagine where he’d gotten it. He was smiling, too – that gentle smile, the same one he wore as he slipped a mug of freshly brewed coffee onto your desk an hour before either of you were supposed to be so much as thinking about getting to work, as he rubbed the back of his neck and admitted that he got too caught up while he was writing his last article and pulled his third all-nighter that week. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but relax. Clark was here, which meant that wherever ‘here’ was, it couldn’t be that bad. You couldn’t be in that much danger if Daily Planet’s resident sweetheart had managed to make it out unscathed.
“Clark!” You scrambled toward him, already grinning. “Oh my god, thank fuck you’re here – I’m don’t know where we are, and my head really hurts, but I don’t think we’re—”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You were out for a while – try to remember to breathe.” His tone was like his expression – light, soothing, comforting enough to have you nodding along in an instant, to have you doing your best to inhale and exhale without cutting yourself off with more half-formed fears. He moved toward you, his fingertips brushing against your bicep before he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You melted against him, and with an airy chuckle, he went on, keeping up a tenor that could’ve lulled you to sleep in any other circumstance. “You said that your head hurts? If you feel dehydrated, I get you something to drink.”
“No, that’s aright, I’m alright. I just—” You glanced towards the crystal walls, towards the nonexistent ceiling. “Do you know where we are?”
There was a slight lilt to his smile, a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder. “If that’s what’s got your heart beating out of your chest, you can let your guard down. We’re in the Fortress of Solitude. Unless a supervillain found a way to terrorize the North Pole, you’re perfectly safe.”
Now, it was your turn to laugh. “The Fortress of Solitude? I’m not an idiot, Clark. What do you want me to think – that Superman needs a house sitter?”
He was quiet, for a second.
Then, empathy practically dripping from his tongue, he said, “Honey, I am Superman.”
He’d hesitated, but you didn’t. Your reaction was instantaneous, automatic; a swell of bubbling laughter and a playful elbow driven into his side. You loved Clark, but he wasn’t a superhero. He kept a running list of the names of his coworkers’ pets, to make sure he never mistook Rebecca’s dog for Max’s rabbit. Whenever he stubbed his toe on a doorframe, he’d apologize to the doorframe. When aliens rained down from the sky or monsters erupted from the ground, Clark was always the first to run, and while you couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t say his tendency to make himself scarce as soon as the villain of the week reared its ugly head was very heroic, either. “That’s not funny,” you managed, eventually, in spite of your nervous smile. “We could be in danger. If you want to put on a Halloween costume and pretend to be a superhero, at least wait until we’ve gotten back to Metropolis.”
To his credit, he kept a straight face. “I wouldn’t lie to you, (Y/n).”
“At least try to make it plausible, then. I mean, he’s an alien, for fuck’s sake, and you’re from southern Kansas. He can fly, and you get stuck in traffic every morning. I’ve been to your flat, and everybody knows Superman lives in the Fortress of—”
Your voice died in your throat. Your mouth fell shut, and you went limp against his side.
After several seconds of stubborn silence, you forced yourself to spit out a soft “Prove it.”
His grin broadened. With a single hand, he took up the scruff of your blouse and lifted you off of the mattress without a hint of strain or trepidation. You were tossed, cursing and thrashing against his hold, into the air and caught in his lap, every step of the process just as effortless as the one that’d come before it. On reflex, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and cursing under your breath. He only laughed, glazing over your distress, your confusion in favor of paying more mind to your amazement. “The laser eyes can get a little out of hand, and flying indoors is…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Is inhume strength enough, or are you going to make me break out the x-ray vision?”
“No, that’s not— I think you’ve done enough.” You felt breathless, like you’d just run a marathon. You felt drained, and exhausted, and frail, but you forced yourself to smile up at him, to remember that he was still your coworker, still your friend, still Clark Kent.
And if you knew anything, you knew that Clark Kent couldn’t hurt a fly.
(You also knew that Superman would’ve been able to break your neck with a flick of his wrist, but you tried not to think about that.)
“This is great,” you kept your tone bright, cheerful, burying your anxiety beneath a heavy layer of brimming enthusiasm. “You have to tell me everything! As soon as we get back to Metropolis, you’re going to—”
“About that,” he cut in, only somewhat apologetic. “Metropolis might have to wait. This can be a sensitive time, and I thought it might be better for you to stay here, with me, just until you’ve adjusted to…” There was another pause, another sympathetic smile. The heel of his palm pressed into the small of your back, and against your will, you were reminded of just how easily he could crush your windpipe, or break your spine, or rip your heart out of your chest before your body had time to give out. “To this. To us.”
You didn’t have his resilience. Your expression immediately dropped. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t waste time, didn’t pretend to believe it was a genuine question. “Think of it as a precaution. You’re just going to stay somewhere safe and quiet for a few weeks, let some new information soak in, and when you’re ready, we can go home together.” He bowed his head, his lips ghosting over the curve of your shoulder. You tried to let go of him, to put a little distance between yourself and Clark, but his hand rose the back of your neck, keeping you pinned against his chest as he went on. “I tried to think of a way to do this at home, but it wouldn’t have worked out. You’re going to be in danger, and this—” He nodded toward the crystal walls. “—is one of the only places where I know you’ll be safe. From the people who want to hurt me, and from yourself, while you’re still learning.”
“Learning what? Clark, I might be a reporter, but I’m not going to sell your secret identity to the first paper that makes a bid.” Another half-hearted shove to his chest, another attempt to give yourself space to breathe. He only held you tighter, his smile pressing into the side of your neck. “I-It’s not like you can keep me here, either. I mean, it’s not like heroes hold civilians hostage.”
“Heroes do what they have to do,” he muttered, his voice stifled by proximity, his breath warm against your skin. “’specially if it means keeping the people they love safe.”
It felt like a stupid thing to ask, given your situation, your position. It felt like a waste of breath, considering you were in his lap, in the heart of his secret lair, with his mouth pressed against your skin and his hands drifting toward your waist, and yet, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. “You love me?”
There was a throaty laugh, a squeeze to your side. “With all my heart.” There was no hesitation, no reluctance. If you’d been standing, your legs might’ve given out. “I wish it didn’t have to be so complicated. I really did try to find a workaround, but if I tried to approach you as Clark, you’d never be fully protected from everyone who’s after Superman, and if I tried to love you as Superman – well, then you’d never pay Clark a second glance. I didn’t want you to only know half of who I am.” A kiss, this time, shallow and fleeting, pressed into the corner of your jaw. “This was the only way I could show you who I was without putting you in harm's way. You’ll learn the ropes here, and when you’re ready, we can go back to Metropolis and get you moved into my place—”
A waste of time, a waste of breath, a waste of hope. Still, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from making bad decisions, today. “What would you do if I didn’t feel the same way?”
This time, it was a kiss to your temple, then your forehead. He didn’t try to kiss you – to actually kiss you, thank God – but it was a small mercy, further dampened by the fact that he was still holding you, still keeping you as close as you could possibly be. After long, agonizing seconds, he raised his head. If he was worried, if he noticed the tension in your shoulders, how stiffly you held yourself, you couldn’t tell from his easy smile, the levity in his tone. If anything, he seemed excited, eager to plan out your future together with or without your cooperation.
“If you didn’t love me…” He tried to laugh, but the air hitched in his throat and he settled for a wistful sigh. “Why are you asking? Have something you want to tell me?”
“It’s a hypothetical.” Your tongue felt swollen, your head heavier than it should’ve been. “Just… indulge me, alright? I’m curious.”
“Like I said, you don’t have anything to worry about. If you took a little time to come around to me, I wouldn’t mind – it wouldn’t change anything, either.” It was a corrupted type of reassurance. Rather than soothing your anxiety, it only seemed to make you feel more sick. “I’d just have to work a little harder, keep a closer eye on you. I mean, I already plan on keep you as close as I can, but—” He clicked his tongue, brushed a few stray hairs away from your face. “—I guess I’d have to hold you a little tighter. Until I could trust you to come around on your own, at least.”
He'd already taken you to an impenetrable fortress in the middle of a frozen wasteland, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the nearest person. You weren’t sure how much more tightly he could hold you.
Dread welled in the cavity of your chest, something sweet and sickly rising into the back of your throat, but you managed to nod, to lean against him. He welcomed your cooperation, rewarded it with a low, throaty sound of approval. “I should show you around. There isn’t much to see, but, y’know, common courtesy and all that.”
“I’m… actually still pretty tired.” It wasn’t a lie. You were exhausted, and you wanted more than anything to crawl into the nearest hole and wait until this had all blown over. But, there weren’t any holes you could crawl into – just a bed, a few mirrored walls, and a man you had formerly thought of as Clark Kent. “I think I might need to take it easy for a couple hours, just to give my brain time to process all this. Would… would that be okay?”
That, that was what made him falter – earning a slight lapse, a new quirk to his smile – but he held himself steady, only nodding as you shifted off of his lap. Hesitantly, with no small amount of apprehension, you edged away from him, daring to put just an arm’s length worth of distance between yourself and him and letting out an ounce of tension drain out of your rigid form when he didn’t immediately decide you weren’t worth the effort, when you didn’t find yourself reduced to little more than ash or pulverized viscera. “Of course. Give me a few minutes, I’ll get you something more comfortable to—“
“This is fine.” Your voice cracked, but you tried to pretend you didn’t notice. “I mean, I’m fine. I just— I think I need a little time to myself. To take this all in.”
His disappointment was visible, but he didn’t argue. You waited until he’d left your room, until he was out of sight and out of earshot, to slip back under your mound of blankets and shrink into yourself. You were exhausted, and yet, you’d never been more awake in your life. Sleep seemed like a distant dream, leaving yourself helpless and unaware like a lurking nightmare.
It was all you could do to lie there, small and vulnerable, and try to ignore the eyes burning into the back of your neck.
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 DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be
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Let me know what other characters you want me to add.
Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.
Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.
Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.
Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.
Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.
Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.
Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.
 Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.
Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.
Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.
 Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.
Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.
Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.
 Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.
Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.
Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.
 Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.
Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.
 Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.
Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.
 Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.
Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.
Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.
Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.
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triangularz · 2 months
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weebsinstash · 10 months
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Alright bestie I’m on that shit again
So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.
Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you
There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit
And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?
Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!
You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers
I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.
Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.
I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"
Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)
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hey! can i ask for yandere jon kent in a soulmate au setting, where he finds his soulmate in a normal civilian, who seems to be easily charmed by his boyish charm, at least at first
Soulmate! Yandere! Jon Kent x Reader
Jon Kent x reader or Jon Kent/reader
Yandere!Jon Kent x reader or Yandere Jon Kent x Reader
Word count: 4719 words
TW: GN reader, Yandere, stalking, imprisonment, adult Jon Kent, obsession. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.
Let us say that it’s one of those soulmate AUs where you have your soulmate’s name written somewhere on your body. You would have “Jonathan Samuel Kent” wrapped around your wrists like a natural and skin-deep bracelet. Your name is stapled up Jon’s arms, boxy and impersonal letters pressed under his skin, yet he has traced each letter with a sense of reverence ever since he was a little kid, dreaming of when he would finally get to meet you.
Clark was probably a yandere for Lois as well, (he seems like the type), and she was more than happy to indulge him, likely having some of the tendencies too. I can imagine them being attached at the hip whenever they’re at home, never being found alone in a room. Jon probably once wondered if they actually were tied together by an invincible ribbon. It seemed improbable that the two of them were never separated except when Clark was out as Superman. They were together all the time, even at work, both working at The Daily Planet. This was probably how Jon developed his unhealthy love tendencies. He has always adored both of his parents, finding their relationship flawless. The idea of having something like that himself was a thought that he would fall asleep at night dreaming about. His parents’ unhealthy tendencies sowed the seed of disturbing obsession within him.
As a kid, Jon loved writing your name in his school books, every page filled with his rounded letters spelling out “Y/n”. Some of his teachers had been concerned about his seeming obsession with your name and existence; It was normal for kids to be intrigued by the letters stretching out somewhere on their skin, but not to the overly passionate extent of Jon. When this was brought up to Jon’s parents, they simply waved it off. Jon was a good kid, so what if he was a bit obsessed with the name on his arms? They saw nothing wrong with it. As a matter of fact, Clark had been the exact same, and Lois too, although to a lesser degree than her husband. Thus Jon was allowed to let his fixation run wild.
As Jon got older, joined high school and started working together with Damian, he kept looking for you. He had Googled your full name at least a million times without luck. It stung every time, but he refused to stop.
Every time he saved someone around his age, while out patrolling the streets as Superboy, he’d carefully ask their name, hoping for yours to slip from their tongue… it never did. Damian teased him, finding his desperate attempts at finding you pathetic. “I just don’t wanna miss ‘em!” The blue-eyed teen would argue back, frustrated by your elusiveness. 
If Jon was honest with himself, he had hoped for a high school-sweetheart type of romance, but as he became eighteen and left secondary education, that dream was dashed. Jon’s next dream was that the two of you would attend the same university. He even took a year off under the guise of helping his father at the farm, in reality, it was so he could search for you and attempt to see if you went to any of the nearby universities. He wanted to up your chances of meeting each other. 
After high school, Jon was slowly dragged down by the idea that the two of you would never cross paths and that he’d forever have to resign his fate to someone else. There were those whose soulmates died before they ever met or those who didn’t meet their soulmates until they had already fallen in love and made a family with someone else. It was rare, most preferring to wait for the one whose name was written on their skin… but “rare” did not mean impossible. Clark tried his best to cheer up Jon, but no matter what he said, the young man couldn’t help the feeling that he was doomed.
It was ironically when he stopped looking for you, and started his education at Metropolis university, that you appeared in his life. Damian was the one to introduce the two of you. The green-eyed man had met you at Gotham university where you shared a class. The two of you had gotten along surprisingly well, to the point that Damian considered you a close friend. You were neither from Gotham nor Metropolis, as a matter of fact, you might’ve even been from a completely different country. This explained why Jon had never been able to find you, he had always assumed that you only lived a few streets away from him, when in reality you had lived your entire life in a completely different city, never even being near him, until the day Damian invited both of you to the manor. 
When Jon had first shaken hands with you, he had thought nothing special of you. He was impressed that Damian was able to keep you around, and he thought that you seemed pretty cool but other than that you were simply one of Damian’s civilian friends. It wasn’t until he ended up introducing himself and asking for your name that he was rendered frozen. As soon as the words left your mouth, Jon had to excuse himself, it was almost comical how he had waited for this moment his entire life, yet when it finally arrived, he ran away from it. 
It didn’t take him long to return, his demeanour entirely changed. What had previously been charming, albeit shy, smile on his lips had now turned into an almost scarily fixed mien. Had you not known better, you’d have thought that Jon had gotten a Glasgow smile carved into his round cheeks by the Joker himself. As the hangout progressed and the day turned to evening, you started to distance yourself from Jon, almost clambering to be close to Damian at all times. The way Jon stared into your eyes reminded you of the way a predator gazed at its prey. He seemed ready to pounce at any moment, and you didn’t want to be in his line of sight when it happened.
Jon was oblivious to the discomfort he was causing you, instead staring enviously at how you practically hung off Damian’s arm. It made him consider whether the two of you were really “just friends”, or whether the two of you were engaging in, (what was to him), dissident behaviour. “Cheating” on your soulmates by being in an intimate relationship with each other. You weren’t. But the more Jon scared you, the closer you kept to Damian, and the closer you kept to Damian, the more intense Jon’s staring became. It was a vicious cycle and by the time you were meant to go home, you were deadly afraid that Jon would follow. 
Damian had, of course, picked up on both Jon’s unusual behaviour and your poorly hidden fright. So, when it was time that both you and Jon had to leave, Damian offered to walk you home, an offer you were relieved to accept. Jon didn’t like it though, offering to walk you home himself, since he was going anyways, but both you and Damian shot down the idea with obvious hostility. Jon was convinced something was going on, entirely unaware of how bizarre he had been since he heard your name.
Damian more or less ordered Jon to go home before you, Jon was aware that he couldn’t outright challenge Damian’s command, it was his home, after all. However, he refused to just let you leave with Damian…Alone. No! What if you guys did something while he wasn’t there, like holding hands or…or… Kissing! NO! Jon refused! So, as soon as he had said goodbye to both of you, he floated, (as quietly as he could), up to the roof of the manor, avoiding the sensors that Damian had once shown him and then he settled into a crouch, the soles of his converse being held to the slippery tiles with the help of his super-human levitation.
It didn’t take long for you and Damian to exit the manor, slowly making your way to the Wayne garage. At first, Jon was confused, weren’t you guys going to your place? It made him nervous about what you two could be planning on doing when no one else was there, yet his fears seemed unfounded as Damian’s expensive black car soon rolled out. Oh! He was driving you! Now it all made sense in Jon’s mind! Jon didn’t have a car! …There really was no need when he could fly… But, of course, Damian couldn’t risk Jon showing his powers either by flying you or if he had to protect the two of you if you’d get mugged… which was almost a certainty in Gotham, if you were stupid enough to walk at night. Obviously! Why hadn’t Jon thought of that! …Well because that really hadn’t been on the top of Damian’s mind either when he refused to let the Kryptonian walk you home, but Jon didn’t even begin to suspect any other motive.
Following the car, Jon was able to learn where you lived and, oh boy… He wasn’t happy. You lived in an average Gotham university dorm, which was, to put it mildly…lacking. Jon considered it once, letting his baby blue eyes scan the building, and he already found no less than five fire hazards and was sure that if he blew a little too hard on it, all the windows would explode. How could Damian have let you live like this?! Jon sure as heck wouldn’t, at least not for long.
Jon knew that he couldn’t just kidnap you, or “Bring you home”, as he put it. That’d be unusually cruel, and he was lucid enough to realise that you didn’t know him well enough to just accept your destined love outright, but that was okay, he had waited his entire life for you, he could wait a little more. So, he drew up a plan on how to get you to love him. He would watch over you and occasionally strike when the time was right, bumping into you on the street, seeing you in the library etc. Even better, by watching over you he would be able to find out all the topics you were interested in and research them, it would be perfect, he surmised. You two would have so much to talk about!
You would officially meet for the second time one day when you were walking home from the supermarket, clutching a heavy plastic bag filled with the cheap food that most college students buy. You were in your own world, maybe you were listening to music or maybe you were just enjoying the rare Gotham sun, what exactly you were doing doesn’t really matter. Suddenly, the arm of a stranger was slung around your shoulders, dragging you closer to their body. You almost screamed, but then Jon announced his presence with a loud, “Hey! Haven’t seen you since we were at Damian’s!”... An effortless lie.
At first, his sudden appearance frightened you and with your last meeting going horrendously, you were on edge. Still, as Jon started to talk more it became hard for you to keep up your guard. He wasn’t smiling like a creep anymore, rather his face had become the epitome of friendliness, you had no idea what had changed. But Jon did… After your last meeting, Damian confronted Jon about his behaviour and while the blue-eyed man had ignored his friend for the most part, internally accusing him of just wanting to steal Jon’s soulmate for himself, he did catch on to one thing. “Your psycho smile creeped them out!”... So his smile had been the problem, Jon considered. 
As the two of you walked together towards wherever you were headed, you started to warm up to the alien. His southern drawl was cute and quite honestly, his deep interest in you was a refreshing departure from Damian’s tendency to only speak of himself. When the two of you parted you almost wished he would’ve continued staying with you. Still, you held your reserve up, he had been super weird the last time you met…
While you were still sceptical of Jon, that scepticism slowly melted like an iceberg on a hot summer day, drop by drop, as the two of you began to bump into each other more and more. You never considered why Jon was in Gotham so much when he lived near Metropolis, (a fairly long journey to take daily), yet you did find it rather odd that your paths always crossed, even when you changed up your regular schedule. The thought of him following you never crossed your mind, that’s a ludicrous thing to accuse someone of, let alone think about just based on stumbling into a guy pretty often. 
It didn’t take too long for Jon to win you over with his bright smile, deep interest in you and boyish charm. That was a good thing too because Jon had started to miss out on quite a few college classes of his own, to the point where Clark had noticed and sat him down to talk about it. Now, while many other parents…Most parents… would tell their child to kindly stop stalking their soulmate, Clark and ostensibly Lois were not, in fact, normal parents. Rather than discouraging their son’s creepy and downright illegal behaviour, they were understanding of his obsession with you, and even ecstatic that their son had finally found his soulmate. You were technically their soulmate-in-law, so maybe the two of them would develop an obsession as well, less so than Jon, of course, they were more focused on each other, but enough to let their son explain all your likes and dislikes down to the most minuscule of details and let him do what he needed to do, just to get you into their metaphorical and literal arms.   
Jon would do everything to build up a friendship with you, likely keeping it a secret from Damian, and excusing his previously creepy behaviour as him just having an off day. Damian would be none the wiser of his devious plans, and even if you told the green-eyed man that you had met his friend many…many… times, it would rouse very little suspicion. Jon was Damian’s dearest friend, he trusted him with his life! He didn’t even suspect the darkness that Jon harboured for his soulmate.
Maybe as your friendship with Jon progressed, he’d invite you to stay at his family’s home for a few days, and meet his parents and grandparents, it’s a long travel for non-flying people, but he was more than happy to take it with you. You would probably be good enough friends with him at this point to not feel threatened as the two of you boarded the bullet train running between Gotham and the Metropolis area. Jon wasn’t planning on kidnapping you on this trip, no, this was meant to get you used to the place, to his family and the cows and chickens. Like a frog in a bowl of water with ever-increasing temperatures. “Slow and steady wins the race”, that’s what his grandfather, Johnathan Kent, his namesake, had told him many times as a kid and he took it to heart.
You would have had an absolutely lovely time at the Kents’ home, everyone, especially Jon and his parents, were borderline obsessed with making you feel welcome. Martha would bake your favourite treats, (probably write your name on them in icing, as well). Jonathan senior would tell you about all of Jon’s embarrassing moments as a child, especially relating to how he used to pretend-spar with the cows, only to fall in the hay…or manure, when he couldn't keep his balance. Lois and Clark were always excited to talk to you… about you. Talking to them felt like talking to a twin-headed Jon, sweet, energetic…yet as the days passed and they still managed to find new questions about the most niche of subjects pertaining to you, you started to feel like you were being interrogated for an autobiography. Jon, himself, would've probably taught you how to handle farm animals, and taken you to whatever local attractions there might've been.
Now, Jon had originally been surprised when you didn’t recognise his name the first time you met, even more so the many following times. He was concerned, scared even, that you might not be the right Y/N, but one day as he was stalking watching over you, he spotted his own name right at the end of your sweater sleeve, but you didn’t even pay attention to it… Not like him, not in the way he almost got goosebumps the moment his fingers grazed the tattoo-like letters of your name. Could it be…No! He refused to believe it! Were you one of those people who simply didn’t care for soul mates?! No! No! No! That couldn’t be! That was so unfair!  
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Jon decided that you two had been away from each other for too long, that, really, the universe meant for you two to end up together sooner or later, and you were already on the later part. He refused to be without his other half any longer, especially if there was a threat that you’d find another.
Your stay at the Kents’ solidified Jon’s belief that you had to move in with him as fast as possible, preferably on the family farm, where it would be harder for you to get hurt… or escape. There is just one thorn in his side that he can’t account for, Damian.  
Damian was tricky for Jon to account for. You were, as much as Jon dreaded it, also Damian’s friend, and the green-eyed man was known for being fiercely protective and loyal to all of his friends. Ready to lay down his head for them. He could take up a physical fight with Damian, sure, but as his father and Batman had proven time and time again, a little Kryptonium was all that it’d take for a Super to fall in a heap of aching limbs. No, he had to play it smart, problem was that no matter how hard Jon could stretch his intelligence, Damian would always be more intelligent than him. The only way to get you for himself would be to make Damian agree that you’d be better off with Jon than on your own…But how?
Well, Jon could only really come up with one answer to that question… By making you live in a constant state of danger… And if he had to put you in danger himself, so be it. His “master plan” was to reveal his hero identity to you, not just that, but further reveal your connection to Superboy. Now, that might sound like a stupid idea at first, but its simplicity yet effectiveness was brilliant. By revealing your connection to the vigilante world, you would basically be walking around with a target on your back. He would know! That was how his mother had lived ever since his father revealed his secret identity as Superman. Being a civilian openly affiliated with a hero was one of, if not the, most dangerous thing that could happen to someone. The only reason his mother could feel safe was that Clark rarely left her side, but if Jon wasn’t with you to protect you most of the time… you’d be in monumental danger. 
So, he set his plan in motion. First, he invited both you and Damian to his home one weekend, stressing how “This is really important”. Both you and Damian showed up, concerned for Jon’s well-being and entirely blank on what might’ve been going on. “Maybe he’s coming out of the closet? Or he named two cows after us? Maybe his dog ran away? last time that happened we were thirty people out looking for it” Damian joked, a thing he only ever did when he felt the need to calm someone else down, you, in this case. 
But no matter what you and Damian could’ve guessed Jon’s intentions to be, neither of you expected him to come floating down from his roof, fully dressed as Superboy, arms on either side of his hips as he landed close enough for the tip of his nose to touch yours briefly. “I’m Superboy”. 
When Damian saw this theatrical and obviously pre-planned reveal, he did not only want to facepalm at the second-hand embarrassment he felt from it, but he also wanted to strangle Jon. Didn’t he know how dangerous revealing their secret identities could be?! Not just to them, but also to you! … Well, of course, he did, that was the whole point, but Damian couldn’t have known that. 
The green-eyed man was seething, face red in a fiery rage, while you stood gelid. Jon was Superboy? No way… Right? But he did just fly down from his roof, so clearly he wasn’t lying. Your brain couldn’t quite compute what was happening, and Jon took this opportunity to stare Damian down, implying that he too should reveal his identity. The more of them you knew, the higher the danger. But if Damian asked for Jon’s intentions, he would claim a moral obligation to not lie-by-omission to his friends.
Damian did end up fessing up as well about his secret identity as Robin and you were thrown for yet another loop. You might’ve been the type to get angry that they didn’t tell you sooner, offended that they clearly didn’t trust you enough. Or you could be the type to ask questions, interested in their secret life. You could also be a sceptic, not so much doubting if they were telling the truth, Jon floating a head’s-width off the ground pretty much proved that part, but rather interrogating them on why they felt the need to tell you and why now.
Whichever reaction you had, you would be driven home that evening by Damian, in silence. He didn’t feel the need to explain why he wasn’t planning on revealing that he was Robin to you, rather, he was afraid of your safety being jeopardised if Jon wasn’t careful… Jon wasn’t planning to be.
It would be less than a week after that Jon sought you out as Superboy, maybe he tackled you into a hug while you were walking the streets, or he’d float into your university cafeteria with lunch, freshly made by Grandma Martha… Really, he was not subtle and Damian could’ve ripped his throat out the first time Jon pulled one of his stunts.
When Batman caught wind of Superboy being openly linked to a civilian, he first went to Clark, who shrugged Bruce’s criticism of Jon off. “So what! I’m open with my affections towards Lois as well!” Bruce would correctly point out that that’s why Lois was constantly getting kidnapped, tied up and having various other misdeeds done to her. Clark would tell Bruce to get off his case, but in true Bruce fashion, he’d refuse. “Y/n is in Gotham, that is my city. Whatever happens to them is my problem, either they move to the larger Metropolis area and become your responsibility or Superboy will have to stop his mindless chasing of them.”
Armed with Batman’s orders, Jon divulged to you that you’re no longer safe in Gotham and that Batman wanted you out. That was quite a verdict, even more so since you were not a native Gothamite. You might have felt inclined to cry or even just felt frustrated, but Jon was there with another offer, “Why don’t you move to Metropolis university! They have comparable programs and you can live with my family for free!”
… It’s not that you wanted to accept Jon’s offer, but what other choice did you have. You questioned Damian about his opinion and he agreed that it’d be safer for you in Metropolis, no matter how much it pained him to see you go. With your friend’s verdict, there really was no other option than moving. Bruce and Damian might’ve helped you transfer to Metropolis University, not only were they well respected in all academic circles, but they were also paying the costs, calling it a charity case, they might’ve even used it to write off some taxes. 
With the finalisation of your moving process, Jon finally had you in his claws. That’s when he pulled out the fact that he was your soulmate. He practically shoved his arm in your face one morning, demanding that you love him. Tears were on full display, tumbling down his round cheeks when you didn’t immediately respond. “Why won’t you love me?! I’ve done so much for you!”... Ah yes! Emotional manipulation at its finest.
If you already knew that you were soulmates, but simply ignored it… Oh boy… Jon was livid! How dare you?! After all this time of him pinning and loving you! You just discarded his emotional need for your affection like it was a shite beneath your boot! How selfish could you be?! He only had one soulmate, why would you try to deprive him of the experience of true love! He would be delirious, and somehow manage to convince himself that you had in fact loved him all along, but been unsure if he’d love you back… yes! That had to be it! He’d toss you into his bedroom and lock the door, you weren’t getting out until you accepted his love… By “accepting his love”, he obviously meant, “agree to marry him”. Yeah, if you had just ignored you guys’ soulmate status, the rest of your life will be a living h*ll.
On the other hand, if you didn’t know or had been unsure whether or not it truly was him. He’d be understanding, that’s what happens! The most important thing was that you’re together now! You’d love him forever, right? That was all that ever mattered! It was your duty as soulmates, after all, to love and cherish the other one for years to come! If you don’t accept your love, may I refer you to the previous section, however, if you do accept it, he’d kiss you, deeply, and offer to fly you around Metropolis? Don’t worry if you’re afraid of heights, he’d hold onto you and never let go.
Whether you love him or not, it would be best to at least pretend to do so. Jon is sensitive and he doesn’t take well to rejection. His emotions are volatile and what might’ve earned you a plunging pouty face one day, might result in you getting locked in his room on another one. He’d get married as fast as possible, mostly to ensure that no one else would attempt to get with you… especially Damian. He’s jealous, and as soon as you’re both done with university, he’d beg you to stay at home at the farm and just wait until he gets home, you don’t even have to clean or cook, he’ll do that if you don’t want to, just stay home, that’s where you’re the safest, especially when Clark and Lois retire. Jon would love for you four to all live together, that way he’s extra sure that you’ll be safe.
So in conclusion… Jon as a yandere in a soulmate setting? Absolutely a health hazard. He’s horrifying, suffocating, delirious, clingy, emotional and worst of all: Absolutely. Bloody. Obsessed. He will never let you leave him, and if you’re willing and able to, he’ll make sure that you’ll have at least one biological kid, if not he’ll adopt one, with or without your permission. Just because he values family above all others. (In his mind, you were part of his family the second your name stapled its way up his arm). Clark and Lois would also aid in the absolute suffocation of obsessive love and almost worshipping of your very being which Jon participates in. Their love is like tar, you’ll slowly get dragged under and suffocated, no matter how much you try to get out. Their devotion, (and arms), stick to you like the viscous black droplets of tarmac, and you’ll have no escape. Not even Damian could drag you out once you’re submerged.
A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.
Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it! I'm SO sorry that it took so long to get out! But I've been dealing with a bunch of exams and important papers, (to all the IB students out there...IAs! Am I right?!)... No, but in all seriousness, I'm not dead nor did I quit writing, but I have my finals in less than 3 months, and I need to study, so I can't promise that my upload schedule will be particularly consistent or frequent in that period of time, but I'll be back up and running as soon as those bloody exams are over... Wish me luck! Anyways! I hope you like this!
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yanderismo · 28 days
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I just came here to leave my absurd desire to read a Yandere platonic Clark Kent from the Smallville series😭😭😭😭😭😭. Bruh, I haven't even watched the series, but I dream about this man. Just imagine being his sister or best friend that he wants to protect. He won't let you go, you're both family. And that little face of his kills me😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️
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gangrenados · 2 years
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Okay listen: yandere!Clark Kent would be scary as fuck, I have no doubts about that.
The guy is so sweet and twisted on the head, imagine having to deal with someone that powerful who just happens to be obsessed in love with you.
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tonystarksproperty · 3 years
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disclaimer: clinomania is an excessive desire to remain in bed
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Upon finding out that you were a bed addict: Bruce is at ease. It’s a 50/50 type of adjustment. It is beneficial in some circumstances. He doesn't have to run around, chasing you around Gotham or worry about escaping.
He practically spoils you with the highest quality things for sleeping. 
A lovely custom made king sized silk sheeted with both of your favorite colors along with matching pajamas and if you act right: squishmellows.
He doesn't care that you sleep every day, he is usually in his bat-cave or risking his life somewhere, however, whenever he have may time on his side: spend time with him.
A good thing about this is that it actually convinces him into getting full 7 hours of sleep, if he’s lucky maybe even 4. 
He's touch-starved after 30+ years in working apart of Gotham as Batman so don’t just remove him and hump a pillow.
He wants you to love him, rely on him, cherish him and vice versa.
So even if sleeping in all the time won’t be an issue in the beginning of this quarrel it will be eventually. 
Now, it takes Bruce a while to be tested over his limits, as Gotham’s best; he is a very patient and studious man, it takes a while for him to get very riled up. 
So, when it is becoming an issue for Bruce, it is an issue that must be dealt with accordingly and better yet abundantly.
He just wants you to rely on him. But he can't just have you sleeping all the time. He refuses to force anything. He maybe a stalker but at least he has class and you can’t penalized him for it.
He tries his very best to keep everything consensual to the max.
As much as he would die and kill for you. He’ll respect it. Until he can no longer take it. But all he asks is for your love, not snores.
He finds it harder and that you both are drifting apart. 
When he does finally confronts you about it, you instantly spat back with the same aggression.
He then loses it all when you blame him for the clinomania. “Maybe you should start getting off your ass and do something about it instead of bitching about it in your sleep, like a fucking coward you always are.” his tone matches his rude demeanor, and that night: he slept in the bat cave.
You both end up “disagreeing.” that night. 
However, it doesn’t take long when you both are back on the same terms, you now spend more time with him (even if you hate him)
You know he means well at his heart but his words doesn’t match that energy and E+ for effort, right?
Although, the mighty Bruce Wayne is patient, caring and selfless: do not be fooled when it tests his level of patience. He plans everything through to prevent catastrophe. 
Out of all of the league; Bruce is the most coordinated
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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Clark is bruised. It is such an overwhelming emotion when your soulmate just gives up on you like that. Will you leave him like Lois? Will he not be able to protect you? 
Perhaps, it is his insecurities or possible PTSD corrupts his level of judgement but he refuses to even allow you out of his sight.
He walked inside your shared bedroom to find you there laying lifelessly. He used his abilities to fly you to the hospital. When you woke up, you would wake up from the light in the hospital lights. 
Rubbing your eyes, you let out mini yawns. “Where are we, Clark?” You yawned while smacking your dry lips together as you search the white hospital room with grogginess.
Clark would stand there, motionless and pale with his mouth agape from the confusion as the doctors behind him had exited the room with slight annoyance.
It wasn’t long until he pulled you to his chest and cried his eyes out, claiming how he assumed he lost you just like everything else around him he cherished. However, you had no sympathy from the man who stole you from your home.
Days turned into weeks when you were on the couch, refusing to sleep in the same room as him: he would just watch. His strength and rush of adrenaline prevent him from needing sleep, he would just watch. 
You in his ray of vision makes a wave of bliss rupture throughout his body, it was a sensation he did not wish to cease.
He didn’t have the time to worry about the world. Metropolis, not even the league when you are his purpose and his future.
He forces you out of bed, and you cannot fight the last son of Krypton, so you oblige. Gym dates, picnic’s, beach walks, restaurants even though he (and the help of Bruce) rented the place out because no one should know of your existence. 
Your friends and family had been ghosting you, the moment you had “disappeared.” 
So, there was no one else but him.
With all of this time with him, you then realized that sleeping is possible preventing you to actually know Clark. 
That maybe he wasn’t all that bad when you first met him. He catches on that you’re warming up to him.
On the contrary; chill days on the farm house, watching the television together, his arm draped around you while you lay next to him, he stares at your eyes which you notice instantly. “What?” you asked curiously, full of intrigue of his answer. 
He laughs through his nose. “It’s just good to see that now I’ve finally gotten your attention.” he smiles, after planting a quick peck on your cheek before caressing your shoulder and returns his attention to the television. 
It isn’t only the thought that makes Clark realizes what his primary purpose is: it’s all the distractions he is willing to put aside to make sure nothing will ever happened to take distract his lover from him. 
Out of all of the league; Clark is most impulsive..
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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Diana is obstinate. Perhaps she is maybe overthinking the disorder but it isn’t herself to blame. She isn’t so bad? You should be grateful your friends have both arms. 
So, why must you spend your days, in bed laying there when she’s there?
Most times, you’re not even sleeping. Dazing off as if you don’t wanna be there with her. “Don’t you grow bore to this game of yours?” She greets you as you were slightly awake, barely able to stand with the cup of coffee in your palm. 
She would come home from her human job, surprised to see that you are still able to even walk. “You are given night time for a reason.” Diana continues, a hand on her fancy hips are she gives you ‘the look.’
You stare back at her rather insult. “I’m given nighttime but you take it for your own intimacy..” you sneered with annoyance.
That’s how it always is.
She would come home for you to do something for your health and then that’s the last she would see you.
It’s ironic though. That you still are somewhat relying on her abilities to provide like groceries maybe even snacks.
It just doesn’t feel right, and a god surely doesn’t bite their tongues.
For now; it was time to use the voice that she was given from the gods that blessed her. “My dear, this must end. The childish acts and the foolish games of this cycle.” she says from within the doorframe of the shared bedroom in the penthouse. 
Diana is well aware you are awake. 
The door was off its hedges from the first time you were taken here.
She rounds the bed as you sit up, now realizing she is now serious. “We are lovers, are we not?” she states while you just scoff at her sentence in annoyance. “We are supposed to care and love for each other.” She continues, you look up at her with a now dropped expression.
You found this to be unentertaining. “You have truly shown that you no longer care.” Diana says, her gaze dropping as her eyes become glossy while her body shook with discomfort. 
You wince, she was crying. Fake crying. “I-I will spend more time with you,” you say as you swing your legs over the bed to embrace the now trembling woman.
You felt a coil in your stomach as you hugged your captor. The feeling was unsettling but anything to get some peace and quiet. “I will spend more time with you.” You coo reassuringly as you soothe her embrace with yours, her arms wrapped around yours in almost an instant. 
Diana was never so easily convinced.
It was wrong, but when was anyone so ever perfect? It was something that had to be done. 
A re-motivator, an eye opener is what she would call her performance the other day.
You now spend more time with her. You claimed her as your lover! Surely things will now be different, no more walking into the penthouse with a back turned to her, but rather a warm welcome. 
Diana maybe cruel, but she is no fool. It would be best for her to leave the situation alone, wait for the right timing. She is almost like Bruce, but what separates her is her pride. Diana would probably be the type of yandere to “handle” the problem in a more straight-forward way.
Out of all of the league; Diana is most manipulative.
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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Arthur is crazed. He would joke and attempt to hide his anger: not wanting to scare you, but there is this uprising that is waiting to be unleased.
He is probably the least patient within the league: and not afraid to express his emotions and probably a brat sometimes but maybe some can’t handle the honest truth.
He is honestly the less strict and most laidback but to a certain extent.
When he find you sleeping the first time after he kidnapped you: its cute to him. 
He thinks you’re dream your way out of this walking nightmare of a relationship, well that's what he thought at first. 
However, that “cuteness” easily went away when you were just laying down, not even sleeping, listening to your favorite song. Not even reading a book or catching up on your series. 
You were like....a dull person with no meaning or purpose in life.
Have you always been like this? When he took saved you, did he miss a day in your life?
It doesn’t take long until he confronts you head on. Like Diana, but instead of a thought-out plan; he goes straight in, just like he always does. 
You hear his loud, wet boots echo through the wooden floors of the house and the door is wide open so he walks in. 
His body and hair dripping in water which makes you scrunch and turn your back to him. He takes a seat, not minding the mess he is leaving on the bed.
He roughly nudged you slightly, hoping to get your attention. You groan annoyingly but turn your face slightly to oblige his presence. “You gonna get out of bed or what?” Arthur asks while you gaze off into space.
You then roll your eyes, finding his presence a complete waste of time. “Hey, when are we gonna talk? Like an actual couple?” He raises his voice a bit, this time you sit up and match his aggression.
You kiss your teeth harshly. “So the type of couple that ruins lives? Teach me of how a ‘couple’ is suppose to act, Arthur.” You spat with annoyance. His nostrils flared as he clearly shows more anger within his expression. 
Now, you’ve crossed a line. “Well, why don’t you get the hell off of your ass for once and maybe I can show you that I ain’t really that bad.” He replies with a very much more pissed off look.
You then stare at him like he was insane, which he was. “Well, you haven’t really done anything to show you’re good either!” He then just seem like he was holding himself back from anything. 
You scoffed sheepishly. Who did he think he was, better yet, who did he think you were? “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve, your highness?” You mocked groggily.
Just about you were going to lay down, a calloused hand had been wrapped around your throat, forcing you out of the comfort of the sheets and now chest-to-chest with Arthur..
A very enraged Arthur who hadn’t even realized he was hurting you. “I bust my ass providing for you and all you do is just lay around! You know how much people would kill to be you right now?!” His grip was even more tighter than it was before.
However, You weren’t even taken chances even if you were going to die, even if you could see dots when your vision blurred. At least you didn’t have to be near him. “Go be with them..then.” You managed to croak until he soften his grip, allowing you to gasp for breath.
He chuckles loudly, and pretends to think hardly. “Thought ‘bout it. Don’t wanna.” He says, his grip from your throat was gone as he keeps you in his arms.
Of course you were scared, you could feel death from him. “I chose you.” He murmured slightly, his muscular yet moist arms kept you in an embrace, while you were confused and very much scared; since the moment you got here.
Your glare deepen, not giving him the reaction he expected but that honestly turned him on a bit. Soon, a very long exhausting kiss was met between you both. Tongues wrestling with yours that caused you to painfully grip his arms in weary.
Then he dropped you onto the bed. He got up and made his way to the door. “Try sleeping that off. Call me if you want an orgasm.” he said, leaving as if nothing happened. 
Arthur maybe a douchebag but he isn’t as sinister! He just has a hard way of expressing what he wants in a romantic type way. You just know where to hit him, and it really gets under his skin. He never wanted to use anyone you love against you but, damn, he needed to go extreme.
Out of all of the league; Arthur is the most sadistic.
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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Barry is bothered. Not like he has a problem with it (he does). Everyone needs a little break. Surely you did too.
It’s a big adjustment. Living with a complete stranger that claims they love everything about you! So he get’s it totally. He doesn’t get that you’re just in the bed and just laying there though. 
Like a NPC in one of his video games almost. 
Barry has the tendency to overthink a lot. He claims that you’re just waiting for the right time to leave him! 
Perhaps installing that camera in the warehouse wasn’t the worst idea.
Ever since you both been together, he always seems he is coming “home” alone.
No warm welcome.
No massage.
Nothing.
He wants you to like kiss him or show affection. He doesn't want to be the only putting energy in the relationship. He felt like you were giving up. 
Like Clark he would find some things for you to do. You would go on dates. Not expensive dinners but dates. He would take you to the movies, strolls in the park, small coffee dates. Something to keep you busy
With the money Bruce gave him; he would take you on small trips. He just wanted you to spend time with him, you know. He just wants the love that he craved for what feels like forever.
Walking back into the warehouse: after a very unencouraging conversation with his father in jail, he comes back with you no where to be found. 
He sighs, not even angry or sad: just so disappointed.
He threw the groceries to the ground before stomping towards the bedroom. He isn't angry; he is just disappointed and maybe sad. “H-Hey? Maybe we can have a quick chat? If you’re not cool, I get it.” He stammers a bit, damnit why can he ever NOT be awkward.
You turn immediately yet groggily. “I think we both drifting away with each other.” Barry says, getting an intrigued look from you with a head tilt. He notices quickly and panics. “I know that I am not the best right now with the debt and everything, and I’m sorry for that.” He stammers, taking breathy gasps of breath as you notice he is becoming anxious.
He breaks eye contact to rub his glossy eyes, licking his now dry lips and continues. “I really do care and love you but I just want to-” He continues, soon interrupted with an embrace from you. 
His arms drop to his sides, unfortunately, the tears will not stop. 
You felt yourself go numb from the tears falling from his eyes. “I’ll do better.” You say, holding him more gently and it was like words in heaven.
He felt himself stop crying within your embrace before wrapping you into his arms as you cuddled for the rest of the day.  
Although Barry is the most immature, there are times when even he, the dummy of the league can become very sensitive. Maybe he is being sensitive, or maybe he cares a lot. He was always taught how to love and he just wants to help you in the best way he can.
Out of all of the league: Barry is the most gullible.
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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Victor is curious. It’s not his place but shouldn’t you be out living your best life? Not wanting you to escape or anything but like you’re human! You should be out winning football games or shopping or something with your friends.  
He doesn't force you to get up cause like he’s afraid he will hurt you with his body but he does convince you to go outside. “Wanna go shopping?” or “there's a grocery store with your favorites.” He can and will hack everything that is intelligence and robotic to cheat your way through life.
He wants you to know that even with his current state: he can be slightly useful in a way. He wants you to know that there is something can be valuable to life other than just laying down in bed. 
He scans you whenever he pleases. Checking your vitals etc. He would just stare at you, you’re the only thing he had left.
Like Clark, he would watch you sleep: because what he has become, sleep is not a necessity to him. 
Your peaceful and stress-free expression as you slept your worries away. He didn't waste any time before sitting near your bed. He then scanned your body health which was up to his standards. 
He let out a small chuckle before watching you grunt. He rose a brow as his robotic eye scanned your mind. His eye widens at the stage you went through.  
That’s why you always slept in! He felt himself grow guilty from the problematic events you had to go through. Bullying, discrimination, family problems, trust issues, parental issues, dead relatives and friends etc etc.
He never felt so upset before. 
He would wake you up with your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. “Y/N,” He greets you. It was rare to see you out of the bed. Of course you would get up for food and yet again his predictions paid off again. You just do a small and sloppy wave.
He checks your vitals again, just in case you were unhealthy. “Last night, I was there when you slept,” Victor continues and you almost drop your glass. “How many times do I have to tell you to NOT watch me when I sleep!” You screech annoyingly, it was so uncomfortable to you. 
He ignored your outburst and continued, “I know what happened, your childhood. The pain, the suffering..” He said reassuringly, causing you to stare at him with mouth full. You then blink into a shocked state when you realize what he meant.
Victor walks beside you. “Please know that I’m here. You never have to do anything alone again.” He spoke while his robotic hand went to the center of this chest-plate. 
You smiled with tear-filled eyes before jumping onto his lap and hugged him. “Thank you.” You muttered, actually glad that it was all out there as he pulled you into an embrace. “You’re welcome.” He replied as his hands soothingly comforted your back.
Perhaps, Victor is a stalker, maybe curious. He will always knows with the cursed knowledge given and automatically investigates the source of the clinomania. He shows more mercy and remorse towards his S/O sleeping habits that doesn't bother him much due to him always being by their side. 
Out of all of the League; Victor is most sympathetic.
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being co-workers with yandere clark kent include...
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warning : stalking, mentions of kidnapping - murder - death, jealousy, obsessive behavior, encouraging of unhealthy behavior
AUTHOR’S NOTE : i know for peter’s head-canons, i used tom holland’s portrayal but i love these four actors so much :’))) they all bring a certain clark to the table and they deserve a kiss from their darling. i couldn’t be bothered to look for henry cavill’s clark kent w/ glasses since i was lazy :’)) while writing this, it may seem normal at first, but i up’d (?) the delusion factor. i even added effects to the fonts hehe... 
i want him as my future co-worker now, ngl...  but anyway, be reminded as always that this is a work of fiction and everything entailed does not fully encompass and describe clark kent’s personality and character. also, feel free to send in asks / questions / clarifications / thoughts about him. i love you country boy <33
Lots of meals, snacks and drinks being brought to you. Forgive the Kryptonian for being this way, but he worries about your health especially since he has all the senses he needs to detect it. When you least expect it, he’s going to bring them to you. He can see your eyes getting drowsy, don’t give him that weird look for providing you with your caffeinated drink of choice! C’mon, it’s just another box of bagels! Yes, he already gave you a day before, but you need that extra energy.
Depending on your level of observation, you probably  would have questioned how he knew your preferences. Don’t make it too obvious, he could hear and feel your heart beating from a few cubicles away. Being anxious is going to make him anxious, and he’s not going to leave you alone until you answer his questions.
The best desk-mate. Always greets you with a ‘Good morning’ and his signature smile. You better do the same to him, he always gets a bit grouchy when you don’t. That pout may seem cute but he’s going to get extra persistent in trying to bond with you.
Proudly advocates for your works. Whenever Perry asks for any feedback or reports, he’s going to mention yours first. Best believe he’s going to elaborate on your work as best as he can so you can be recognized. Even if what you did was completely trash, he’s going to turn it into something worth listening to. If he succeeds, he always tells you what he did and he unconsciously expects some thanks or gratitude from you. It’s his biggest weakness, it keeps him going throughout the day. If he fails, he gets a bit mopey and tries to help you out even if you might not need it. He wants to see you succeed, that’s all.
During breaks, he tries to be with you. He loves talking with you and hearing about your different thoughts and opinions no matter how ridiculous they might sound. He asks you out for a quick walk if there’s time, maybe he even tries to bring you to the nearby café down the street that serves your favorite pastries. Anything’s fair game as long as he gets to accompany you. 
If you’re swamped with work or you choose to rest, he’ll just choose to stay in the same location as you are. You don’t need to be chatting with him, your presence is enough. He also finds it extremely adorable when your face scrunches in focus or when you nap, he’d have to remind himself to look away to not get caught.
Though, he will admit, he gets jealous if any co-workers or even friends chat you up and you actively respond. Or even worse, you decline his offer in favor of hanging out with them. It makes him mopey, but he could always find other ways to be with you. His super-hearing is always on guard at the sound of your voice, or the ripple of your shoes across the floor.
As for the worst possible scenario during your shift, whenever the building is attacked, or he is needed elsewhere for his super shenanigans, he panics and overthinks everything. What if you were injured, what if he was not able to save you? Any situation or the mere idea of you no longer breathing makes his fists clench and his eyes turn red from fury. Honestly, pity and condolences to the henchmen or criminals who encounter him after finding or personally witnessing you hurt. They’re going to have to deal with a much more brutal Superman, and he’ll make sure they’ll feel agony as they’ve done to you. As for you, you’re going to be placed under heavier surveillance than you already are. Freedom will be a delusion to you, as Clark will become more intense as a shadow.
He’s not going to kidnap you, unless things really get bad. If that’s the case, which he hopes will never happen, he’ll place you in a safehouse or better yet the Fortress of Solitude. And if you don’t know about his origins or him being Superman, good luck taking it all in as you’re trapped in his embrace.
But on a lighter note, let’s say nothing happens out of the ordinary and everything proceeds as normal. 
At the end of the day, Clark will ask to accompany you home. If you agree, he’s overjoyed and tries to make the journey as long as possible. 
Maybe he’ll ask to stop at a few stores or restaurants even if you’re hungry. Perhaps if you mention about being a bit bored, he’ll bring you to a cinema that’s showing a film you might like, or even a bar. 
Don’t worry though, if you get drunk, he’s going to happily carry you back to your home and even give you water to numb the alcohol. Just don’t ask him how he knows your address if you haven’t mentioned it to him, unless you want this 6’ plus man staring you down. You’re going to feel shivers down your spine and goosebumps will appear on your skin. Poor baby isn’t even trying to be intimidating, he just is with his bulging muscles and chiseled face. But don’t be scared of him! He’s never going to hurt you! Please don’t be scared of him. Please don’t be scared of him. Please don’t be scared of him. Please don’t be scared of him. Please don’t be scared of him. Please don’t be scared of him--
Your opinion doesn’t matter by the way if you disagree, he’s still going to do it whether you like it or not. I mean think about it, the streets are just anticipating villains to arrive and ruin civilian lifestyles, do you peg him for being that foolish?  
Also, he’s just going to watch you and your friends from afar. Don’t be ridiculous! What do you mean it’s considered stalking?! Do you mean to say wanting to keep someone you hold dear to your heart is a federal offense? Psh, what do you mean you can only count the number of times they’ve talked to me with one hand?! What do you know--
Clark just really likes you and he’ll make that crystal clear. On special occasions, he brings you the best gifts and always tries to be your partner in any games or activities. Watch him stare down the guy on the second floor attempt to ask you out, maybe flexing his muscles will do the trick, no? Poor man is pissing his pants at the Adonis behind your back, his form towering over yours, daring him to proceed.
This will all culminate to him trying to properly establish a romantic bond with you. If he’s feeling brave enough, or he’s pushed into his limits by any of the much more forward yanderes, he’s going to ask you out. 
He’ll bring the biggest bouquet of flowers with the most soft smile and politely ask you. If you respond towards his advances properly, he’s jumping in joy and cuddling you with his hard and stable body. You’re going to be crushed against his pectorals, enjoy the moment while you last. He also enjoys your touches and if he sees you gently pressing his abdomen, he’s going to burst.
Yet, if you reject him… He’s going to back off for a while, currently confused and heart-broken over everything. 
He’s not going to stop, of course! But it crushes his spirits and unless you comfort him, his team-mates or even other fellow yanderes are going to find a way to tie you together. Anything for the Man of Steel! And also because they subconsciously expect the same treatment...
That being said, most of these interactions are all under the assumption you like Clark or you willingly tolerate his presence. This also includes the lack of knowledge you have towards him of being Superman. 
Because if you not only feel uncomfortable with Clark and have some semblance or theory that he is a hero, good luck in trying to have him as a co-worker and enjoy trying to prevent this man from doing anything too drastic.
Sleep well knowing that this man is stalking you from your window, he doesn’t need to be in the same room as you to watch you. He has x-ray vision as he floats above the rooftops, too fast for the human eye to see. He can feel your heart pound quickly, he knows you’re still awake. Fear him as he tries to figure out what’s going on with you, and if you ever try to bring anything up, it goes downhill from there.
So treasure your days as much as you can before Clark makes a move or feel the obsession this love-struck, unstoppable being feels for you.
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Nsfw headcannons for yandere Clark Kent (Superman)?
Yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet
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How did you know Clark is one of my faves anon? :3c This might be kinda similar to normal Clark’s alphabet though, so be warned.
This probably doesnt show as much yandere stuff as you had hoped, but i hope you still like it.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Like normal when he isn’t a yandere, Clark is super cuddly after sex. Though now he wont let you out of his arms at all, convinced the two of you are so deeply in love and your coupling has just deepened your connection even more. If you try to get free from his grip, he just tightens it until you can’t move at all, so better just put up with it.
 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Clarks favorite part of himself is his chest, his thighs or his arms. He loves every part of his partner, he thinks they are so so perfect, though he does like their legs quite a lot.
 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Because hes kryptonian Clark cums a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Its just part of his nature. Because of his obsession with you he will want to cum inside you and on you, he’s the kind to rub it into your skin and make sure he’s got it covering all of you until you smell like nothing but him. Seeing you covered in his cum always gets him hard again, so its gonna be a long night.
 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I don’t know if it’s a dirty secret, it depends on if you know he’s a yandere. But he’s most definitely killed a lot of people for you or because he’s seen them as a threat for your relationship. Clark fantasies about taking you on the corpses of his enemies or those that try to get between the two of you, or riding you as you lay on top of the corpses.
 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Clark doesn’t have an insane amount of experience, but he sees it as a good thing because that means hes not tainted by other people when all he needs is you.
 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything where he can wrap his arms around you and see your face. He especially loves riding you, so he can be on top of you incase he needs to hold you down or choke you, just in case.
 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Clark isn’t the goofiest during sex, but he might crack a few jokes or chuckle every now and then.
 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Kryptonians in general don’t have a lot of body hair, so he only has a really nice happy trail and pubes and some chest hair. Though if you prefer a shaved partner he will shave it off to be more attractive for you.
 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Clark is very intimate, even outside of sex. He’s always all over you and in your business. When he isn’t with you, he will listen to your heartbeat at all times and listen in on your conversations, just to make sure its not something he doesn’t like. His love can be very overbearing though, as he doesn’t seem to care much for your boundaries, convinced that since you are perfect for each other, there’s no such thing as privacy.
 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Clark jerks off a lot more than you’d expect. Because of his kryptonian biology his sex drive is extremely high, and because he is with you its even higher. Because of this its not unusual for him to jerk off multiple times a day. He will regularly follow you around or watch you with his x-ray vision and jerk himself off through his suit to the sight of you doing whatever it its your doing.
 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding
Marking
Biting hard enough to draw blood
Cum and anything involving it in general
Musk/sweat
Oral fixation
Kryptonite usage (though this is a secret)
Body and muscle worship
Spit and drool
Ripping clothes
Claiming and asserting dominance.
 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Clark will do it just about anywhere, if he wasn’t a yandere he would keep it somewhere alteast mostly away from people, but yandere Clark could not care less. He wants to show everyone you are his and he is yours, if that means riding your cock in the middle of the league gym, or fucking you in the air over metropolis he will do it.
 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It is extremely easy to turn Clark on, especially when its you. He’s paying attention to you at all times, so he will immediately notice the way your heartbeat changes as you get hard or turned on, and that immediately has Clark ready to go. He pays attention to your scent, so if he smells the pheromones that tell him you’re turned on, he easily starts dripping.
 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing. There is no way Clark would ever share you with anybody, and if anybody even suggests it, he might actually kill them right then and there. If you are the one to suggest it, he cant decide if he’s mad at you for even thinking about someone else, or if he should break down in tears for not being enough for you.
 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Clark loves both giving and receiving. He has no gag reflex, and because he’s kryptonian he has a slightly longer tongue and some different throat muscles that makes it feel even better. He always swallows and it looks almost orgasmic for him, because he feels so close to you with your cum in his stomach and mouth.
 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
This depends on the situation and mood I think, though for the most part he’s very slow and careful with you because of his super strength. He’s very quick and rough with himself through when he’s jerking off.
 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Clark is all for quickies, because of his extreme sex drive and especially when its with you. Its probably one of the best ways to stop him for killing or hurting someone for getting a little to friendly with you. Just pull him off to a coat closet or the bathroom and jerk him off, he rubs up against you like an affectionate cat afterwards, purring at a low frequency only other kryptonians can hear.
 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)’
Clark is very happy to try new things, especially if its you asking. Anything you want to do, he will do it because he wants to please you and bring you pleasure.
 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Because he’s kryptonian his stamina is out of this world, it’s much more likely you’ll pass out of exhaustion than it is for Clark to become tired. He always jerks off a few extra times after you fall asleep just to tire himself out some more. He’s likely to jump you the moment you wake up though, wanting to fill you or be filled by you and get his scent and ownership all over you.
 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Clark owns more toys than people expect and they’re mainly to help him jerk off, but he has a few dildos and other toys as well. He will also have toys you enjoy if there Is anything specific.
 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Clark wouldn’t teaste a whole lot, but he might do it every now and then when he’s feeling frisky. It would be more of you teasing him though, being sure to use his extremely high senses against him, like his sense of smell, taste or his hearing.
 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Clark isn’t the loudest person, but I think he gets extremely loud when the two of you do it because he’s just so euphoric about being with you, the one whos perfect for him.
 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Kryptonians purr and growl, but it’s a low enough frequency that mostly only other kryptonians can hear. Kryptonians also use scent a lot without realizing, whether it be rubbing their scent on people they care about or using it to mark their area. Kryptonians reach sexual maturity in their later 30s and typically only after they’ve met someone that they are compatible with.
 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Clark is huge, like jaw droppingly big. Both in length and thickness. This stems from him being kryptonian as most kryptonians have larger bits than humans. Veiny though not too much and uncut.
 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Clark has an extremely high sex drive, like only other kryptonians could keep up at this point. This is why he jerks off every day or even multiple times a day. He doesn’t have to get off every day, but he can get pretty uncomfortable if he doesn’t.
 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Like I stated earlier he has a lot more stamina than you if you aren’t another kryptonian or some kind of superhuman. He will spend time cuddling and kissing you until you fall asleep, and he could just go about his day or stay with you, or jerk off by himself until he gets somewhat tired.
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Not the same anon, but I really liked your yandere Batman story! Can I ask for hcs about Justice League member x reader, where reader is villain that disquised as civilian?
Thank you so much for liking it! I’ll give you headcanons for all the members of the Justice League that have “current” movies in the DCU to make it a bit simpler – hope you enjoy
I’m REALLY proud of the Aquaman one though so it’s extra long heheh. I got caught up in the “what is a hero/is it a villain” thought process so it might not be the most yandere thing but I really like how it turned out.
Content Warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of kidnapping, usage of sedatives, 
This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.
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Wonder Woman
She usually listens to and trust civilian witnesses’ accounts and retellings to be true – no need to use the truth lasso on someone already traumatized by the villains.
But something about you, in particular, feels off in a way she can’t quite put her finger on.
You’re calm and collected – no fear in your eyes, even though you sometimes fabricate a stutter over your words.
Diana just knows that you know more than you tell.
She asks to use the lasso of truth on you first, and when your eyes widen and you start rambling about it not being safe, she takes action and snaps the lasso around you.
You’re a villain? You attacked these people here and pretended to be one of them to move the attention elsewhere?
Despite herself, Diana can’t help but feel impressed; intrigued even.
Her brain screams at her to take you to the authorities, but a selfish part of her heart tells her to keep you.
Giving in to your heart one time wouldn’t be too bad, right? 
Considering how much good she’s done…
She convinces herself (or rather tells) that you’re dangerous and need to be personally watched by her. 
Who knows what you would do if you escaped prison? No, Diana can’t allow that.
You’ll be her little secret… You’re no match for her strength anyway.
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Aquaman
Aquaman meets you in a different way. 
There has been this one villain who has kept eluding him somehow.
They appear, do their crime, and vanish. 
And the worst part is that they have started to openly and outright mock him.
It’s all from messages scribbled on dollar bills like “Seems like you’re a fish out of water ‘Aquaman’” to traumatized hostages reciting your words to him after you let him rescue them.
It’s just a coincidence he figures out who you are, really.
It’s nothing careless from your part like wearing things from a recent robbery. It’s just from the way Aquaman has slowly grown obsessed with catching you.
He was chasing you one night after you’d broken into the aquarium (ironically enough) to raid the souvenir store – which seems like an odd crime. 
And his hand barely managed to brush through your hair when you slipped away from him yet again. 
A day later, he saw an article in the newspaper about an anonymous sponsor giving stuffed sea animals to an orphanage. He just knew that it was you, and he froze in shock. 
You couldn’t be a villain when you do things like that.
He immediately goes to the aquarium and leaves money for the stuffed animals before they file a police report.
He starts paying more attention to what happens after you’ve committed a crime. 
And he notices how refugees suddenly have papers, how abused kids find better homes and how pedophiles just happen to have been beaten up and robbed.
He can’t stop his obsession now, but for a completely different reason.
You’re just like him, but you do things the opposite way.
And you know the saying “opposites attract” right?
He starts noticing a pattern for the things you do in an attempt to be able to watch you do good deeds (in your own way).
And one night he comes a little too late to the building working with human trafficking in secret. 
The door is long since busted open, and kidnapped people are now storming out, crying out their thank-yous to their savior. It’s for just a split second, but in the throng of people, Aquaman feels someone’s hair brush his neck in passing.
He would remember that feeling anywhere.
Faster than anything, he spins around and latches hold of your arm, pulling the cap off your head.
Sure enough. It’s you. The glare in your eyes when you look at him betrays you.
He’s studied you for long enough to know without a shred of doubt that it’s you.
He can’t hand you over to the authorities because you’re a good person…
So what should he do?
In the end, he keeps you safely locked up and does his hero work during the day – and yours during the night.
It takes a lot of manipulation and time before you accept that he does it.
It’s only after he comes back home to you one night with a letter written by a six-year-old girl thanking you for saving her from her drunk mother.
You, or at least the symbol you’ve become for those in need needs to keep being there for them, and Aquaman makes it more than clear that you’re not going anywhere.
He keeps leaving messages and pretending that you’re still on the loose during interviews.
You’re viewed as a criminal by most people, but he knows that you’re not.
And he is not about to let the world’s views of you force you to change. 
He needs you.
And he is going to make sure that you need him as well.
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Batman
Bruce sees through your disguise immediately.
There is no question about who you are, but the way you pretend not to be makes him interested. 
Why go to such lengths to hide your identity? 
Curious about what you would do, he organized a party at his manor.
Imagine how pleased he would be when he saw you among the guests.
After interacting with you as Bruce Wayne and not Batman, he’s fallen head over heels.
Despite being a villain, your morals aren’t too wack. He can turn you around! He knows it. He can fix you and turn you to the right path.
A quick slip of a sedative in your glass takes care of most things for him.
Now he just needs to keep you securely locked up and do his best to convert you.
No matter which steps he has to take.
No matter how much he needs to hurt you.
He knows that you’re meant to be good.
And that you’re meant to be his.
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Superman
There’s a particular civilian that keeps giving him information about one of the villains in the city when he works as Clark Kent.
Some details creep in that you have no place of actually knowing, and it doesn’t take many weeks before he’s cracked the mystery about who you are.
He could deal with you now – take you to the police. You don’t know his secret identity. But he knows yours. And that’s dangerous for you.
He looks up everything he can about you, and the next time you fight, he makes sure to let you know that he knows who you are.
He wants to have you begging not to hurt your family. 
Because when he faces you, he’s not really “Superman” anymore…
He’s driven by his own instincts instead of justice. 
He tells you that he won’t tell anyone about you if you accept to be his partner and stay with him.
Even if you refuse, you never really had a choice to begin with.
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starsscribble · 6 years
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Superman kidnapped the reader because she started to fall in love with someone else
Fandom: DC Comics
Character: Yandere!Superman
You were on a date, no; that's not right, you were getting ready for a date. Your make-up was done, hair was done, you just had to pick out the right dress. Then something tapped on your window, you when to check it out only to see Superman there. You saw him before on the news always saving the day. He was what everyone wanted, he with strong and kind. You would be a fool not to have a small crush on the Man of Steel. You heart was racing as he flew in your window. Why was he here? What did he want? Then nothing, you woke up in a bed not your own. Hair wasn’t up like before, makeup washed off your face. You heard the bathroom door open showing Superman.
“Where am I? Why am I here?” You were confused, so very confused. You were a normal person, normal job, normal life, so why are you here?
“I can’t have you falling for someone else. You are mine and mine alone, my sweetheart.”
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fandom-go-round · 3 years
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DC and Marvel Masterlist
DC Comics:
Dick Grayson/Nightwing:
Motorcycles: Dick Grayson x Reader [smut]
Refuse: Alpah!Nightwing x Omega!Reader [smut] {dark}
  Jason Todd/ Red Hood:
Home: Jason Todd x Reader (fluff)
  Constantine:
Present: John Constantine x Reader (fluff)
Incubus!Constantine x Reader HCs [smut]
  Barry Allen/The Flash:
Date Night: Barry Allen x Reader (fluff)
Taking Care of a Child HC: Barry Allen (fluff)
  Bruce Wayne/Batman:
Dealing with Kids HCs (Batman) (fluff)
Batfam Adopting Mermaid HCs
Old Man Bruce Fighting Crime HCs
Non-Sexual Pet Play HCs
Responding to Furry Joke HCs  
Flower Prompt: Wild Rose
Love Letter Event: Battinson
  Slade Wilson/Deathstroke:
Deathstroke x Reader [smut]
  Arthur Curry/Aquaman:
Hugging and Kissing HCs: Aquaman (fluff)
  Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:
Hugging and Kissing HCs: Wonder Woman (fluff)
Yandere HCs {yandere, dark}
  Hal Jordan/Green Lantern:
Omega!Hal HCs
  Clark Kent/Superman:
Shrunken! Reader x Superman HCs
  Harvey Dent/Two-Face:
Reader x Harvey Cuddling HCs (fluff)
  Star Sapphire:
Reader x Star Sapphire Dating HCs (fluff)
  Raven:
Injustice Dating HCs {dark}
  Enchantress:
Male!Reader x June Switching During Sex [smut]
  Cheetah:
First Date HCs {light dark}
  Blackfire:
Love Letter Event
  Collections/Other:
Coming Out: Kaldur Imagine (fluff)
Incubus!Batboys x Reader HCs (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) [smut]
Naga Egg HCs (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary) [smut]
General Centaur HCs (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary)
Alpha!Riddler x Omega!Reader Heat [smut]
Squirting HCs (Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Loki, Batman) [smut]
Reader Coming Out as Trans to Batboys (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian)
Reader Dressing Up in Lovers Costume (Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Arrow)
Blue Lantern!Reader x Green Lanterns (Jessica, John, Guy)
Poly! Poison Ivy x Reader x Harley Quinn Domestic (fluff)
Poly! Raven x Reader x Starfire Domestic (fluff)
Poly! Constantine x Reader x Zatanna HCs
Omega Verse Batfam General HCs
Batfam!Reader x Batfam! Best Friend Getting Pregnant HCs (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim)
Reader Becoming Doctor Fate HCs (Jason, Tim, Cassandra) [dark]
Monster HCs (Duke, Stephanie)  
  Marvel:
Bruce Banner/The Hulk:
Picture Perfect: Bruce Banner x Reader (fluff)
Domestic HCs (fluff)
  Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow:
Too Late: Natasha Romanoff x Reader {angst}
  Tony Stark/Ironman:
Broken: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader {angst}
  Loki:
Cello Music: Loki x Reader (Dissociation) {angst]
  Colossus:
Take Me to Bed: Reader x Colossus (fluff)
  Thanos:
Horned!Reader x Thanos [implied smut]
  James “Bucky” Barnes/Winter Solider:
Grim Reaper!Reader X Bucky {major character death}
  Doctor Octopus/ Otto Octavius:
Reader x Doc Ock Alleyway Sex [smut]
  Matt Murdock/Daredevil:
Reader x Matt Murdock Underneath You [smut]
  Vertigo:
Flower Prompt: Lilac
  Viper:
Male! Reader x Viper Anal Sex [smut]
  Collections/Other:
Bedtime HCs: Logan x Kurt (fluff)
Enemies to Friends to Lovers HCs: Nightcrawler x Toad (fluff)
Kissing HCs (T'Challa, Erik Killmonger, M'Baku)
Poly Captain America x Reader x Winter Solider Possessive Sex [smut]
Logan Howlett x Reader x Kurt Wagner Stuck in Wall [smut]
Parents Getting a Divorce HCs (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dr. Strange) {emotional themes}
Squirting HCs (Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Loki, Batman) [smut]
Shrunken! Reader with X-Men HCs
Kryptonian! Reader x Avenger HCs (Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff)
Valentine’s Day HCs (Thor, Loki, Valkyrie) (fluff)
Tony Stark x Bruce Banner Flower Prompt: Daisy
Kryptonian!Reader x Avenger HCs (Daredevil, She-Hulk)
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angelyuji · 3 years
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yandere imagines, blurbs, and fanfics❅
for non-yandere imagines: go here!
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17+
DISCLAIMER: Please Read Tags Before Reading Imagines! This is yandere content, meaning that these imagines are fictional stories about toxic and abusive relationships. These are fictional characters. I DO NOT support or believe that toxic relationships should be romantized in real life. 
blurbs are marked with *
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FNAF:
William Afton:
lost keys (18+)
The Boys:
The Deep:
yandere thoughts basically
DC:
Clark Kent:
yandere headcanons
Bruce Wayne:
yandere headcanons
Jaime Reyes:
yandere + nonyandere headcanons
Scarecrow:
tw dubcon imagine
Adrian Chase:
yandere vig thoughts
other thoughts
Sara Lance:
yandere headcanons (+ Rip)
Rip Hunter:
yandere headcanons (+ Sara)
Marvel:
Wade Wilson:
thoughts
Peter Parker:
dates and rejection with peter
photographer peter
reader with a diary*
reader with other friends*
reader with magic book*
peeping peter
tasm yandere headcanons
crushes
reader with amnesia
yandere peter w/ fragile darling
Loki:
soulmate loki
first date (+ nanami, mammon, 707, arvin, peter m)
yandere headcanons
Bruce Banner:
living with bruce
Tony Stark:
sugar daddy stark (+ gojo)
Helmut Zemo:
sugar daddy zemo
Peter Maximoff:
first date (+ nanami, loki, mammon, 707, arvin)
Matthew Murdock:
yandere matt x reader
yandere headcanons
Steve Rogers:
yandere headcanons
yan!pre-serum headcanons
Bucky:
yandere headcanons
Miles Morales:
(new version) yandere headcanons (plus gwen, hobie, peter b, pavitr, miguel)
yandere headcanons
yandere miles w/ werewolf darling 
yandere miles w/ assertive darling
Peter B Parker:
yandere headcanons (plus gwen, hobie, miles, pavitr, miguel)
Miguel O'hara
yandere headcanons (plus gwen, hobie, miles, pavitr, peter b)
the fanged man
the fanged man pt 2
professor o'hara headcanons
Spider-Gwen:
yandere headcanons (plus peter b, hobie, miles, pavitr, miguel)
Hobie Brown:
yandere headcanons (plus gwen, peter b, miles, pavitr, miguel)
Pavitr Prabhakar:
yandere headcanons (plus gwen, hobie, miles, peter b, miguel)
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Itadori:
making a shrine ft. sakuna
Gojo:
sugar daddy gojo (+ tony stark)
Nanami:
first date (+ mammon, loki, 707, arvin, peter m)
Ouran High School Host Club -
Tamaki Suoh:
Yandere Tamaki Headcanons
My Hero Academia
Shigaraki:
stalker shiggy
Obey Me!
Mammon:
first date (+ nanami, loki, 707, arvin, peter m)
yandere headcanons
The Devil All The Time
Arvin Russel:
first date (+ nanami, loki, mammon, 707, peter m)
Lee Bodecker:
his little girl
Mystic Messenger
707:
first date (+ nanami, loki, mammon, peter m, arvin)
yandere headcanons 
Zen:
knight in shining armor 
Scream
Poly!Ghostface:
for you
BAU:
Types of Yandere
BAU when their darling is unreachable
yandere BAU w/ busy darling
Spencer Reid:
Yandere Spencer Reid w/ an innocent darling
I love you so so much
spencer reid w/ single parent
The Book
spencer reid punishes you
He loves me
post-prison reid w/ an innocent darling
spencer reid with a distant darling
Aaron Hotchner:
Yandere Hotch w/ an innocent darling
Yandere Hotch w/ a darling that’s in a relationship
Yandere Hotch w/ a pregnant darling
love
unsub reader
The Sandman:
Dream of the Endless:
born to die
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