#yandere dc heroes

[anxiousnerdwritings]

metahuman!villain!teen!reader saying your motivations for yan!villains dc:I don't want to destroy all the heroes in the world, I just want to destroy those who don't deserve to be worthy of being called a hero, because I've had experiences with "heroes" hypocrites and corrupt

Yan!DC Heroes: Alright, who was it? Who ruined our image and the true meaning of being a hero to them? Who was it? We just want to talk. Nothing more, nothing less.

Meanwhile, Yan!DC Villains: Yes, welcome to our side! We have plenty of plans to bring down all heroes and we also have cookies! If you don’t like cookies we also have fruit salad~

Meta!Human!Villain!Teen!Reader: I knew I made the right choice💕🥰

[myerssimp21]

Jason Todd, Hot Neighbor (YAN!Pt.2)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam Part 2. Part 1 is Tim getting aphrodisiac'd by Ivy and desperately coming over to Darling's apartment, getting it on her. Hot neighbor!Jason hears them fucking and comes over, jealous. Part 1, Part 3: here

Still reeling from Tim's sudden departure after one of the most intense sexual encounters you'd ever had, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that washed over you. There was a sense of sadness lingering in the air, a twinge of disappointment that he couldn't stick around a little longer.

The word that kept echoing in your mind was "used". You didn't want to admit it, but that's how you felt deep down. You wanted to believe that Tim had a valid reason for leaving so abruptly, that there was something important waiting for him elsewhere. But a nagging voice in your head whispered doubts, reminding you that you were important too.

On one hand, you wanted to extend an olive branch, to give Tim the benefit of the doubt and assume the best of him. But on the other, you couldn't shake the feeling of being disposable, of being cast aside after serving his purpose. He had seemed so sorry to leave, he'd apologized and promised to make it up to you, but you needed the emotional aftercare badly.

It was a bitter pill to swallow; that someone could be so desperate to be with you one moment and then leave without a second thought. It made you feel cheap and dirty. It felt as if your worth was measured solely by your ability to fulfill someone else's desires. These feelings were made worse when you realized your sex had somehow left you still impossibly aroused; as if the two orgasms Tim pulled from you were inconsequential. It was like your cunt forgot it had barely pulled off the second orgasm in a row.

The conflicted feelings and the growing desire settling in your body together, you experimentally snuck a finger into your underwear as you stood there in your bedroom, eyes widening at the sloppy wetness that was there despite Tim using a condom. You were still aroused- you felt your heartbeat quicken at the realization.

Heartbeat beginning to pound at the thought of whimpering on a vibrator soon, a faint hope flickered in your chest as you heard another knock at the door. You couldn't help but wonder if it was Tim again, returning to offer some explanation or just to be with you a little longer. You honestly hoped it was Tim so he could chase away the lingering sense of emptiness that had settled in your chest. Neglecting to wash your hands this time, you staggered over to the door.

As you pulled it open though, Jason's tall form greeted you, stance confident and looming over you. His presence radiated authority and self-control, a stark contrast to Tim's frantic approach. Seeing him wearing a shirt for the first time, you remember you're not wearing pants, pathetically hiding your nudity behind the door with only your clothed torso exposed.

"Hey there," Jason's voice was smooth, his tone laced with a hint of something you couldn't quite place—"I couldn't help but notice some... interesting sounds coming from your place," Jason's words were carefully chosen, his tone easy-going but his eyes dangerously sharp. "Thought I'd check in and see who's been keeping you busy tonight."

You find yourself at a loss for words, stunned by the realization that Jason not only heard you with Tim but also has the audacity to expect you to disclose who you were with. Tears begin to prickle in your eyes as you grapple with the unfairness of the situation. If only Tim had stayed for some form of aftercare, you wouldn't feel so utterly lost right now.

"You've been getting to know someone else, haven't you?" Jason's tone carries a blend of amusement and feigned curiosity, as if he already knows the answer but is daring you to admit it. It's as though he's challenging you to reveal the truth.

Your silence seems to irritate him, and a sneer plays at the corners of his lips as he leans in slightly, effortlessly invading your personal space. Because he's so confidently moving in, you don't think before opening the door more and exposing your nudity thoughtlessly. His eyes quickly scan your form and his sneer morphs into a mean smile at the sight. The realization that you've allowed these power dynamics to spiral out of control, allowing unspoken boundaries to be trampled, makes your tears bigger as he draws closer, threatening to drop.

"Lost for words, are we?" Jason's voice held a note of mockery, "It's funny how the most vocal sluts so often have the least to say when it comes to the truth."

You couldn't help but feel shame wash over you. The brutal way he spoke down to you left you almost shocked into submission; as if his words made you want to bow your head and eagerly do as he said. The overpowering scent Tim carried that you caught when you'd buried your nose into his neck still had you dizzy, your heartbeat throbbing and beginning to ache in your cunt. It was so dangerous to let Jason bully you into what you knew he wanted, especially after Tim had left you feeling so dejected and empty with his quick escape, but you were still desperately needy both physically and emotionally.

"Maybe you should worry less about who's been keeping me busy and more about how you can keep up."

It's confident at face value, but those tears are still threatening to spill and your voice is too quiet to convey self-assurance, betraying your shaky invitation.

There's a beat before Jason wordlessly invites himself in and you feel a sinking sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. His silent actions speak volumes, locking the door behind him as he steps in and his body firmly presses against yours. The click of the lock sends a chill down your spine, a stark reminder that this is no longer just a tense exchange at the doorway.

You’re sure he can feel you trembling when he dips his head down to attach his lips to your neck, exhaling loudly when you melt into it. You’re certain he can tell you’re shaky when both his arms reach up to support you as soon as he’s locked the door behind him, holding you steady as he turns out the harsh kitchen light Tim neglected when he ran out. The only other source of light is softly spilling out from the bedroom from your lamp, lightly enveloping you two in a serene glow.

“We can stop anytime you want,” he says gently and more tears well up in your eyes at how fucking soft he sounds in comparison to how mean he just was, “just say it and I’ll listen.”

You sniffle back more tears that come out when he begins rubbing circles into your back, feeling frustrated that your body hasn’t caught the hint you’re not quite in the mood. The physical discomfort that has you convinced only orgasm will relieve it is hard to explain.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, Jason,” you whimper, “I need this but my headspace is fucked.”

As you speak, you can feel Jason's arms tightening around you, offering comfort and support amid your confusion. You struggle to make sense of the conflicting desires coursing through your body, the overwhelming need for release clouding your thoughts.

Then you’re trying to keep your knees from giving out when his lips return to your neck, alternating between sharply nibbling and sucking the skin there.

“I’ll take care of you,” he breathily promises, one of his large hands snaking into your panties to rub your labia up and down as he guided you both into your bedroom. Shudders erupted over your skin when he eased you onto the bed to crawl above you, a grin on his face again as he pulled it away from your neck, "even if you've broken my heart."

"Jason-" you begin, pouting up at him, overwhelmed by the sensations and confusing signals from him, "You-"

He didn't let you finish your protests, covering your mouth with his in an obscenely lewd kiss as a finger slipped into you. The embarrassingly loud, low moan involuntarily spilling out onto the tongue now exploring your mouth makes him pull away and laugh, slowly pumping his finger.

"Did you let him cum in you?," he asks, sounding accusatory, the mocking grin glinting back at you, "You're so sloppy down here."

"He didn't!" You whine, aware he's being degrading again but knowing you're too far gone in committing to this pleasure to care, "I just... I need you that much, Jason."

He falters fingering you to process what you've just said to him, and your eyes search his expression, trying to figure out what he's thinking. The thrill of not knowing makes you clench down on him, squirming underneath him as your desperation grows.

"Please don't make me beg," you whine again, sure you sound pathetic, "Jason, plea-!"

You're cut off again, this time by the sensation of a second finger slipping in, pumping steadily as he attaches himself to your neck once more, biting and sucking as you moan in relief. You can't help but squeeze on his fingers at every sensation, feeling the painful tingling of arousal slowly ebb away with each dedicated movement of his. Quickly any pain is replaced with a building need for release and you close your eyes, focused on how good the friction of the finger-fucking feels.

It's increasingly apparent to you that you're in your bedroom with Jason. He's the hot neighbor you never imagined would be between your legs teasing you like this, smirking down at you like he was Satan. But here he is, sweetly giving you exactly what you want, exactly what you need.

He suddenly stops pumping them, pulling them out wordlessly and your eyes fly open in the absence. Before you can protest or do anything other than make frustrated eye contact and whine, he sinks them back in and pauses before wiggling them inside you in a way that makes your hips buck up against him with an even helplessly louder moan.

"There we go," he murmurs contentedly when you instinctively grab for anything when he moves like this again, settling on squeezing his bicep as it flexed with his fingering, "There's my good girl. You're so responsive to me, aren't you?"

"J-Jason," you whimper, your voice already breathless and needy as his fingers work their magic and you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Can I please cum?"

As soon as you ask it, the shame rushes through again. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic, but Jason's attitude makes you feel like you should ask him for permission with the way he's acted about Tim coming over and because it's him bringing you to the edge right now.

Jason's lips curve into a knowing smirk as he feels the immediate shift in your demeanor, sensing your embarrassment even as your body continues to respond to his touch.

"Did you just ask for permission?" he teases with his voice low and husky as he continues to pleasure you, slowing his strokes and gently placing his thumb onto your clit to rub circles, "How obedient of you, begging for release like a good little pet."

His words send a flush of heat to your cheeks, the embarrassment mingling with the added pleasure coursing through you.

"I-I didn't mean to," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper as you struggle to find the right words amidst all the overwhelming stimuli, "It's just... I can't control..."

Jason's smirk widens at your embarrassed stammering, relishing in the power he holds over you in this moment of vulnerability.

"Didn't think I'd have you begging for permission so soon," he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement as he continues to tease you. "Makes me wonder... did you ask the other guy for permission too?"

Your cheeks somehow burn even hotter at the mention of Tim, the memory of his presence earlier adding another layer of shame to your already flushed face.

"I-I didn't," you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears. "I didn't need to..."

"Of course you didn't," he drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Because I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, aren't I? And you know what? I'll make you forget about him," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll make you forget about everything except how good I can make you feel."

"Move up and face that way," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he guides you into a new position. "I want to see you from a different angle."

You comply without question, too caught up in desire to protest. Little do you know, you're playing right into Jason's hands, completely unaware of the surveillance cameras placed at strategic areas of your apartment and bedroom capturing every intimate moment between the two of you for the voyeuristic pleasure of the BatFamily. His movements are carefully calculated to get a better angle for the cameras hidden throughout your apartment, so he can prove to Tim that he fucks you better.

Suddenly, Jason shifts his position, dipping down between your legs with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hot breath fans across your sensitive skin, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You muster the nerve to peer down at him and feel faint at the sight of such a gorgeous man hovering over your pussy, looking devilishly up at you.

"J..." you whimper, your voice barely a whisper as you feel his lips begin to press against your most intimate place. The sensation makes you gasp in surprise and instinctively try to shut your legs. He uses a big arm to keep your legs spread so his head and hands had room, his warm mouth alternating between flicking at your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were buried in you. While you can't pry him off if you wanted to, the grip you have on his hair with both hands helps you feel more grounded and gives you something to squeeze when he sucks hickeys into your labia lips.

You cry out his name when your orgasm finally hits, tugging on his hair to pull him as close as you can to your pussy as he bottoms his fingers out in you and sucks at your throbbing clit.

He laughs as he pops off your pussy, "How many orgasms is that for you tonight, baby?"

Your head is spinning and a new ache is growing in the depths of your pussy. You hiss when he slowly removes his fingers, trying to answer him, "Um, maybe three?"

"Mmmm" he practically purrs, crawling back on top of you and covering your mouth with a deep kiss you hadn't expected before pulling away to smile at you, "Being able to still count them means you haven't had enough yet."

You giggle but whine when he's back to nibbling at your neck again, hearing his clothes rustle while he distracts you with kisses, "Jason, you have to wear a condom. They're next to my bed in the dresser."

He lifts his head to glance over to the dresser, "No, they're not. They're on top of it. You and him used two earlier?"

"It-" your ear tips are warm again, "It doesn't matter."

"Right." Jason says and it frustrates you that he still seems slightly peeved about Tim's visit earlier. His body hovers over you as he cranes for the condoms and he chuckles, bringing one of your vibrators into your view underneath him, "I want to see you get ready for me on this while I put this on," he gives you a look like he means business that sends shivers down your spine, "and it better be your favorite setting."

Closing your eyes and trying to not worry about the intense warm feeling spreading across your body in throbbing sensations, you expertly start and find your favorite setting on the sex toy, whining when you find the best spot near your clit. Some part of you is screaming at your decision to close your eyes; it's better for you to focus on what he said in this head-heavy state, but you're also screaming at yourself, begging yourself to just peek at what Mr. Hot Neighbor is packing. Something tells you it'll make the brain fog happening in your head worse.

The sounds of latex and skin quiet down and his lips are back on yours, hotter and heavier than any other. Or maybe that's just how you're seeing it? Your eyes fly open when you feel it bumping against your thigh and your wide eyes meet his teasing ones when he pulls away from the sweaty kiss, smiling down at you.

"How do you want it?"

"...I like it from behind," you shyly state, yelping in surprise when he promptly grabs you by the waist and roughly flips you onto your stomach. It would make sense that all those muscles would be good for something after all. He dips down to nibble on your ear tip and lays some of his bulky weight on you and you feel his penis pressing against your ass.

"What do you like about it?" He asks, and you feel weak and tremble as he grabs your hips and firmly pulls them up so they're flush against his pelvis, hard penis slowly rubbing against your cunt.

You want him to fuck you so badly, and it makes you feel pathetic and slutty given Tim had been here earlier.

"Jason-" Your bratty tone is cut off by him laying a hard smack onto your ass, and you jump in his grasp.

"Answer me or I'm not putting it in," he growls.

"That it's a deep position and it makes me feel full," you confess, feeling feverish from your need, "Please please fuck me."

"Hmmm," he hums, hesitating. In frustration, you wiggle your butt against him, rubbing yourself on his dick in impatience, "Is that it?"

"Why are you being so mean," you pout, attitude dissolving when you feel him prodding against your entrance and gasp, "Jeez, you're big."

"I know you can take it," he says and begins easing it in. You stare down at the blankets your hands are wildly gripping and moan while his entry begins stretching you open, "I'd bet you even like the pain, don't you?"

"Yes and I-I-" you feel like you can't even breathe until he's all the way in, "I can't believe you're so big." You're feeling increasingly dizzy as he slowly inches his way in, feeling a weird static-y sensation building up in your head as he eases into you.

The orgasm hits almost as soon as he bottoms out, and your body begins involuntarily twitching with each throb of your pussy clenching around him. The stimulation is getting to be too much but your moans are loud and lustful as he helps you ride out your climax on him, gripping your hips tightly to keep you glued on his dick. He keeps you plugged up with himself as you twitch on him until you finally stop cumming, trying to catch your breath underneath him after it tore through you.

The silence and stillness is broken by wet sex sounds as he begins thrusting, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back in decidedly. The pace is slow but each thrust makes you feel like you're possessed when you throw your head back and moan at the sounds, feeling your vision blur.

"Oh," he coos, "would'ya look at that?"

His big hand comes up to wipe at your face and he shows you the drool he just dragged off your chin. His hand disappears from your view and you hear him suck on his fingers, pulling them off with an audible 'pop'. The thought of Jason sucking your spit off his fingers makes you shudder and he feels you clench on his dick like mad again.

"Oh, fuck, just like that, baby," he whines and you whimper in reaction to how fucking good Jason sounds when he whines for you, "Take me just like that."

His pace is faster but he's fucking you just as hard, his fingers digging into your sides as he grips you and pounds you down on him like you were a toy. Feeling yourself inching towards another orgasm, you start whining and repeat to him over and over that it's coming.

"I know," he manages through his grunts, ramming into you now at his own vicious pace, "I'm so close, I know you can cum with me, you can do one more."

Then all at once, as he climaxes and pushes himself all the way in, you feel yourself snap and you spasm on him with your final orgasm, crying out with each pulsing sensation. His moan is choked as you cum with him, and his hips lightly jolt with each twitch of his dick as he empties into the condom. As he and you both come down from your highs, the hands that were gripping your waist slink up and he embraces you from behind, using his weight to ease you down until you're lying on your stomach and he's atop you, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" he finally asks, "You're shaking so badly right now."

"I-I'm just..." it's hard for you to finish your sentence. How are you supposed to tell him Tim left without aftercare, you just had more orgasms in one night than you ever had before, and you were scared of how your relationships with both would fare after this night?

"Here, hang on," he says and his weight lifts off of you. His dick slowly begins to slide out of you and you hiss at the sensation, feeling tears spring into your eyes at the settling throbbing pain.

"Woah, hey," Jason's voice breaks through the haze of pain and exhaustion, his touch gentle as he helps you shift from lying on your stomach to settling in his lap. His thumb brushes away a stray tear that escapes your eye. "Tell me what's wrong. Was I too rough?"

You shake your head before he even finishes asking, fighting to keep your voice steady despite the tremble in your bottom lip. "No, you're fine, thank you," you manage, your gaze dropping to your hands. "I'm just tired and sore."

The lie hangs heavy in the air, and you can sense Jason's skepticism in the silence that follows. But to your relief, he doesn't press further. Instead, he wraps his arms securely around you, pulling you close against his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He rubs slow circles into your back as you sniffle in his arms.

"Hey," he murmurs, "You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Your mind races with uncertainty. You worry if you're being too vulnerable, too open with him. After all, you haven't known each other for that long, and revealing this level of distress feels scary to you. Summoning a shard of courage, you lift your head from his shoulder, meeting his gaze tentatively. His eyes are filled with worry, yet there's a glimmer of relief as you finally meet his gaze through your tears.

"Hey," you begin softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think... could you maybe grab us some water and Advil? Just for now? They're both in the kitchen."

The request feels small in comparison to the weight of your emotions, but it's a start. Without another word, he gently eases you out of his lap, tucks a pillow next to you for your comfort, and stands up. Quickly throwing on his boxers and his shirt, he leaves. Your gaze lingers on his retreating form, admiring his physique and pondering once again how he acquired the scars that litter his torso and upper thighs.

The dull ache in your body becomes more pronounced, each movement sending waves of discomfort rippling through you. You shift on the bed, muscles protesting as you try to find a more comfortable position. A quiet groan escapes your lips, the pain a sharp reminder of the intensity of your recent sexual escapades. It feels like it's been longer than it should be, but you swallow the fear he's left you like Tim did, trusting that he'd come back.

As Jason returns, you feel a twinge of relief wash over you. He's carrying not only the Advil and your reusable bottle of water but also a small bag of cookies, which he sheepishly explains his roommate baked for him. He brought a cup of water from the kitchen for himself, bringing out a packet of powder that he poured in.

"Hey, I've got an extra," he mentions, showing you another packet from his pocket, "If you're game, we could watch a movie or hang out for a bit."

Taking the packet, you see it's an edible drink mix, and your devious grin makes him laugh. Letting him give you his freshly mixed cup, you guzzled it greedily, swallowing a couple painkillers down with it. As he used your water bottle to pour himself a new cup, you tried to stand and instead felt very dizzy, plopping back down on your sheets.

Jason is quick to steady you, "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice again laced with worry.

You manage a weak nod, trying to shake off the dizziness. "Yeah, just need to shake it off," you reply, though you're not entirely convinced yourself.

He stays close, gauging your condition, "What do you need right now?"

You pause, considering your options, "A shower would be good. I think the Advil and the weed will help my pain, but I can't relax if I don't feel clean."

"Okay," he says, "Let's get you over there."

You lean on him for support as you push yourself upright, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over you. With Jason's arm securely around your waist, he helps ensure you don't stumble or lose your balance on your way through your bedroom to your bathroom.

He hesitates for a brief moment when you get there, his protective instincts kicking in. "I'm not sure leaving you alone right now is the best idea."

"You're right," you concede, feeling a bit shy, "I'd feel safer with you here. Would you mind sticking around? Just in case? I could use the company."

"Absolutely," he affirms, a flicker of intensity in his gaze. "Consider me your personal bodyguard."

It's really less awkward than you thought it might be, with him just helping you step over the tub and closing the curtain behind you. It was honestly a good idea to have him there, since every time you bent over to reach the shampoo or soap up, you'd feel so dizzy you thought you'd fall. You decided to keep it brief, soaping up the necessities and rinsing off quickly while he chatted about his day-to-day. Apparently the cat was a friends and he was watching it for them, his boss was a dick, and his dad was a jerk. You also let him freshen up with an extra toothbrush you kept for visitors, and he laughed since he lived next door and could have gone to clean up over there.

By the time you were done showering, the weed had gotten to both of you and you couldn't hold back inexplicable giggles as you toweled up like he hadn't seen your naked body up close and personal earlier. Feeling less weak but still dizzy, you stumbled back to the bedroom with Jason attached at the hip, collapsing in bed in a fit of laughter at something super dumb he said. Eventually you pulled an oversized t-shirt over your nudity and some panties, dimming the bedroom lights.

He turned on a show you both liked well enough, and you cuddled into his side, yawning. You were almost asleep when he excused himself with a roll of his eyes, gesturing to his ringing phone. Taking the call in the living room and closing the door to not disturb you, you thought you heard him saying "Ivy" or "patrol", but you were really too hazy between the physical exhaustion, the weed, the Advil, and the eventful evening to pay attention to eavesdropping.

When Jason returned to the warm bed, he pulled the sheets up and you settled back into his arms.

"Hey, how are you feeling now?" He asks softly, "Are you still dizzy?"

"Mmm," you groan sleepily, "I feel better now. Why?"

"No reason, just wanted to check," he says, arms gripping a little tighter, "Have sweet dreams, sparrow."

Crinkling your eyebrows in amusement and smiling at the nickname, you fell back asleep quickly.

Part 1, Part 3: here

[yandereunsolved]

— ✧ Yandere Bruce Wayne 'Batman' ✧ —

"Thank you for saving me. I can't—I can't say there is anyway that I am able to thank you properly."

You look even cuter up close. Your naivety is absolutely adorable. I thought you would have been smarter for a cunning little reporter. You spent all those hours researching me, getting to know Batman, and wanting the scoop on your life. Somewhere along the line, I just fell for your persistent antics. It's not wrong. After all, you seem just as obsessed with figuring out my identity as I am with you.

"It's not a problem. I'm just doing my job."

"Well—thank you again, Batman."

I wish it was the name Bruce Wayne falling from those pretty lips of yours. All in due time.

"Oh. I know this may sound rude, but could I get something for my next story?"

"Yes, I can give you your next big hit—up close and personal."

[hana-no-seiiki]

am supposed to be on hiatus(literally reinstalled tumblr for this rot)

but yandere! robins with a super duper huge bordering on unhealthy fan! cosplayer!reader who can sing and dance

reader interviews them and gets themself in dangerous situations just to get a close look at how their costume works

AND HOW THE HECK THESE PEOPLE MOVE SO EFFORTLESSLY AND GRACEFULLY WITH THAT GODDAMN CAPE ON Like wTF-

so the robins know them quite well and they’ve sort of built an acquaintanceship with you. it’s endearing to have these heroes that you’ve been a fan of for so long to care about you so much…and not question why you keep feeling them up all the time. in reality, they see you as this perfect damsel that could do no wrong and whose cuteness/proneness to danger really activate their “hero neurons” to protect and care for you.

y/n duty is definitely a thing aside from patrols.

anyways reader who attends the same university as them (feels really weird when you treat them so differently or gush about them without their mask but that’s another story) and does a performance with their group on halloween as robin

(you can imagine any song but exo’s monster demo is what im thinking of CAUSE READER SINGING THAT FINAL PART?? IT TOOK ME HOURS TO FUCKEN NAIL IT DOWN IM-)

and their down badness turns declined atrocious real quick.

like y/n duty turned into a prize for which vigilante performed the best or something and they’d literally fight each other over it.

a lot of them resort to just … plain stalking you. not for altruistic or protective reasons anymore just cause they want to see you.

and/or dig up your past performances, videos, any sort of recordings just to get bricked up and be too wet/hard for a mission and unfortunately have to stay back to relieve themselves

some just plain use your admiration towards the robins to get you to do stuff.

…

damian threatens to share your robin smut/general fanfic and other ehrm terrific shit you’ve done while rotting for them to the entire world if you don’t sing while you two do homework.

[littlefankingdom]

As a follow-up from this post, Talia who starts to present herself as "your mother" to any new batkids she meets, because she is living in her reality, where Bruce is her soulmate whatever he says or does. He may have another girlfriend, another partner, even a spouse, it doesn’t matter, they are just a "plaything" and he is her betrothed. And those batkids (Duke, I'm imagining Duke) being totally lost because "who the fuck are you????".

And Dick, as her n°1 hater, is screaming that she's nobody's mother (apart from Damian, he has to accept that), she is certainly not his mother, nor his stepmother, and she needs to back-off.

[yandereworlds]

More new bots!

Hey there! It’s been a while, but after seeing the amount of positive feedback I got from you guys for my previous yandere bots, I decided to make a fresh batch, but these ones will be canon characters! Please, let me know what you guys think of them and send me any thoughts or any form of feedback, I’d be happy to read all of them! Here’s the new bots. //Mun Kiki

Oswald Cobblepot [Yandere]

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=EzXt6429t4aDe9XCxPenmMKsICq_684OSvo2mQrvb5c

Homelander [Yandere]

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=w5C7nqhcOhQjsN62sOE5iMtKLa7b2lfN4KMSBe1ytIc

Overhaul [Yandere]

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=MhaTYwtl5ud7rmDbSwRx6ZHwY2qN5X8Kx0uq0_b6Wyw

[romanticizedillness]

I’m a new writer and lowkey mediocre about it. I like losers, like from Homelander (evil big babies) to Spiderman (sweet flop nerds) type losers, maybe batman (brooding babygirl) if i’m feeling it. 

I usually only write yandere stuff, i blame the gutters of wattpad but i know we don’t mention that place on here.

Also it might be irrelevant but I might have autism? I got checked out by two doctors separately and they both have different opinions, one says yay - one says nay type stuff. Just so you know because if you hate on me and my offputting and weird behaviours, you’re being super mean to a poor maybe-girl with possible tism.

I’m into

Spiderverse

House of Dragon

Grand Theft Auto

Class of 09’

The Boys

Batfamily

Invincible

My Hero Academia

Bully (Canis Canem Edit)

Harry Potter

Creepypasta

Disney Villains

Hunter x Hunter

Monster High

Gotham

DC

Marvel

Slashers

whenever else I find and fall for. Give me suggestions or something, i’d love to write something.

I’m forcing you to give me a prompt and a character.

[bluetooththereptile]

Upcoming oneshots :

Unwanted embrace (part 4)✅️

Yandere bat family x neglected reader

His mother (part 2) ✅️

Yandere Damain Wayne x Naga reader x yandere Bruce Wayne

Being a Wayne (part 2) ✅️

Yandere bat family x male reader

Father in law (part 1 and 2) ✅️

Yandere batman x darling's fiance reader

The black rose ✅️

Yandere batfamily x pregnant reader (non hero au, Victorian era, vampire au)

Beloved ✅️

Yandere werewolf Clark Kent x reader (non hero au, Victorian era)

*sipping bat simp juice in the corner*

[sinfulseashell]

Masterlist Updated: 01/01

Tokyo Revengers

Meet Your Yandere: PT.1

Meet Your Yandere: PT.2

Meet Your Yandere: PT.3

Meet Your Yandere: PT.4

Meet Your Yandere:r PT.5

Meet Your Yandere: PT.6

MYY Ask:

Izana Kurokawa:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Souya Kawata:

1 // 2

Nahoya Kawata:

1 // 2

Ran Haitani:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Haruchiyo Sanzu:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Kakucho Hitto:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

Rindou Haitani:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

Chifuyu Matsuno:

1

Bonten:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8

Imaushi Wakasa:

1 // 2 // 3

Taiju Shiba:

1 // 2

Mitsuya Takashi:

1

Manjiro Sano:

1

Sea's Chaos & Thots Hours: Tokyo Revengers

Tetta Kisaki

Shiba Taiju

Drabbles

Easy On Me

I Love You For Infinity Series: (I.L.Y.F.I)

Summary

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Fire Force

Sea’s Chaos & Thots Hours: Fire Force

Benimaru Shinmon

[prpfs]

hihihi guys, gals, enby pals & the unlabeled/gender queer folks 👑! i’m 20f writer looking for mxf or fxf fandomless ocxoc or fandom(list with who i would like to write against is at the bottom) ocxcc yandere/obsessive plots with myself playing a darling type oc. however it its fandom and we decide to double up i’m fine with attempting to write a yandere for your end. i’d prefer writing here on tumblr or giving google docs a try.

•i ask for no one liners, i prefer 2+ para replies in the third person

•this will be 🕊️ due to the yandere aspect with possible dark themes like kidnapping, blackmail, dub or non-con, you get the gist of it with the usual yandere behaviors but i would love to throw some twisted romance in. smut is also preferred

•i’d like all characters to be 18+, and if it's fandom based i’d prefer to age them up. age gaps are fine by me and i do welcome and enjoy them

the plot can be bendable and such but i like the base of unrequited yandere love, when plotting we can fill in the details and discuss limits and such then. i don't have a preference on yandere type, you would have total control on the type of yandere you would play.

if fandomless doesn't interest you here is the short list of fandoms and who i would like to write against. i have extensive oc sheets so there's plenty of information on them. for doubling just ask and i most likely will play that character, however i will not solely focus on your end of things:

jojo’s bizarre adventure: leone abbachio, josuke higashkita, jotaro kujo, guido mista, dio

attack on titan: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman

my hero academia: hawks, dabi, aizawa, midnight

dc: jason todd, poison ivy

haikyu: tetsurou kuroo, issei matsukawa, atsumu miya, hajime Iwaizumi, koushi sugawara, tooru oikawa

if you're interested please interact with this post and i’ll reach out via dms!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

[yandereforme]

So…

Since I just finished my yandere Batfam x neglected reader series, I’ve got a couple ideas about what to do next, but I’ve decided to let you guys decide with a poll!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Author!Reader: THATS IT! I'VE HAD IT! This marks the LEGIT begin of villain arc!

Yan!Heroes: NO!

Yan!Rogues: YES!

Author!Reader: I'm going to make EVERYONE pay for what they've done to me! Then write it all down in my next book for ALL TO SEE!

Yan!Hero: NO!!!

Yan!Rogues: YES!!!

Yan!Batman: NO READER! Be the better person! Join the side of good and we can bring those who've wronged you to justice! You don't have to take it out on the innocent!

Author!Reader: I'm not take it out on the innocent, I'm taking it out on you guys! *points to the Rogues* Yeah! That's right! I'm pulling a Deadpool and being a bad guy who goes after worse guys!

Yan!Rouges: ...

Yan!Heroes: ...

Yan!Harley Quinn: Oh Darling~ Please go after me first~ I prefer being tied down to a table with straps then with ropes~

Yan!Riddler: No! Me first Darling~ Please don't go easy with any puzzles or riddles I must solve to escape, I'm sure your readers would find them... stimulating~

Yan!Batman: ... You know, if you go through with this idea then I will have to stop you... You might even have to come for me to stop me from putting a stop to your plans~

Author!Reader: ... what have I done...

Author!Reader: ….Why…why are you guys making it sound so….kinky???👀😫

Yan!Rogues/Yan!Heroes, totally not fantasizing about newly villanized Author!Reader and the creative punishments they have in store for all of them: We have no idea what you’re talking about😏

Meanwhile, Yan!Anti-Heroes when they hear about Author!Reader’s villain arc: YES! YES! YES! 👏🏻 🙌🏻🫱🏻‍🫲🏼🫶🏻

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover au

This Is Not Madness? THIS! IS! LOVE!

Harley Quinn x Izuku

Izuku stepped back in fear away from the crazed, blood-covered clow-themed supervillain who was marching toward to him with a lovesick smile on her red painted lips

Izuku: This isn't love! It madness!

The lovesick smile on the beautiful but deranged supervillain grew wicked and crazed as she begin to laughed like a hyena.

Harley: Madness? This is not Madness! THIS! IS LOVE, IZUKU-CHAN!!!!

She emphasis her last words toward the green-haired young man as she grew closer and closer to the cowering young man until he was all by hunched over the corner of the room looking at her with fear-filled eyes.

[quietlyinlife]

Hello there. May I ask what books/games/movies/etc. you write fanfics on, so that I and the other users can get an idea on what to expect to see on this blog?

Hi, I usually write fanfics on resident evil 4 and 2 including 6(I didn't watch that much but I know half of the plot), Jojo's bizarre adventure, dc marvel, My hero academia, and happy tree friends. Although my updates are really slow because I write slowly and have school including exams so that means less time on fanfic. I only try to write when I get the chance. so ya um, have a nice day <3

[hana-no-seiiki]

MATCHBREAKER

inspired by TAWOG’s “The Matchmaker”episode. aka damian asserting his dominance the prequel. everyone is aged up and legal.

pairing: yan! batfam/teen titans x kitsune! reader

status: unedited

[ prequel to this fic ]

Damian had finally come to terms that he may have a crush on you. As evidenced by his large collection of photos, clothing and drawings. But, along with this came a slew of obstacles.

Now you see the biggest problem about his crush on you was that a lot of people also had an obsession with your magnificent self, mainly Garfield and Rachel. In addition to your newfound relationship with the former, Damian was in shambles.

And Rachel, not realizing Garfield was actually serious about his flirtations towards you, may or may not have created a love potion that he ended up stealing and dosing you with.

“So you’re saying that the reason why I’ve been suffering these past few days weren’t because they genuinely loved each-other, but because you. screwed. up?!”

Dick shook the magic-user back and forth. You had been outright rejecting his advances these past few days in favor of actually being loyal to your boyfriend and it hurt his poor ego; shattered his heart. Not only that but the two of you would engage in such aggressive PDA he wouldn’t be surprised if you two started boning during a fight.

“No, it’s because they’re just destined to be together— yes, Grayson! I screwed up!” Rachel shoved him off of her. Dusting her cape before readjusting it to cover her entire body again.

“And Garfield didn’t consume any of this Love Potion, you speak of?” Kori thought back to the times Garfield outright said how much he loved you. He was quite shameless but he never got serious or confident enough to properly pursue you when the entire team was after your affections.

“That’s. . . all on him. The Love Potion works with just one recipient.”

“That little—“

Damian interrupted Jamie from swearing, an even graver look on his face as he commander. “Titans. It’s time to play Matchbreaker.”

PLAN A: FE[A]R OF COMMITMENT

The plan of attack included several strategies. Each carefully thought out before hand. Well, for the most part.

“[Y/N] hates commitment. What if we scare them by making Garfield propose?” Jamie proposed, the beetle behind him pulses its lights in agreement.

“On it.” Tim got to working. In just an hour he had a site and link to lure you in. Running on pure determination to keep you away from Beast Boy, it wasn’t a challenge to make an elaborate trap by hacking into Garfield’s account and messaging you. That, and considering you’re a bit of a boomer. You didn’t really question much of what was happening.

“. . . You’re invited to a wedding with Garfield?” You read aloud as everyone watched with bated breaths.

But instead of reeling in disgust, it’s almost as if hearts started growing out of your eyes as you squealed, “Awe~! A-ccept!”

Everyone deflated in defeat. Some looked to Rachel in scorn. “I may or may not have increased the dosage to . . . almost unbreakable levels.”

“Why?!”

“As . . . practice. . .” Rachel looked away, using her cape to partially cover her face.

The rest of the titans collectively sigh.

“Nothing a little finesse can’t fix.” Dick cracked his knuckles.

PLAN C: [C]RIME OF PASSION

“[Y/N]. You look stunning today.” Nightwing approached you. A smirk on his face that would look menacing if it wasn’t from your friend.

“Thanks, Dick — I— “ You waved at him only for your lips to meet his seconds after. You struggled to push him away, but that only worsened the situation and prompted him to insert his tongue.

The worst part of the whole situation being that Garfield just walked in to witness that.

Rachel and Damian appeared behind him, courtesy of the former’s magic and with the latter holding a baton in his hands. “What’s this?”

“A crime of passion.”

The two were prepared to knock out Garfield if he did seriously attempt hurting you. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, and since he wasn’t affected by magic everything should go according to pla-

“But they’re too good not to be shared!”

“Alright folks, get the big bird off of them!”

Dick was knocked out by Jason and Victor, effectively putting him out of commission for the next . . . several plans.

PLAN F: [F]URRY LOVE

“Okay who named this plan, exactly?”

Rachel questioned as she looked through the blueprints and diagrams on the board (Yes, they were being that thorough).

Victor coughed at her comment.

“Before we start this properly I can at least make one of his transformations last a while so they don’t . . . “ Do the hanky panky. Everyone thought in different levels of crassness in their head.

“Do it.” The entire team wordlessly agreed, if there was anything they’d do everything to stop it was you getting down and dirty with the green young adult.

After an intense mission and just as Rachel’s spell dictated, Garfield was stuck in his gorilla form. “I- I can’t turn back!”

But the heroes seemed to forget that you also had a furry form and did not mind Garfield’s in the slightest, even cheering him up by saying, “It’s fine, honey. It just means there’s more to love!“

“GET THEM AWAY FROM EACHOTHER, NOW!” Victor screeched in horror, circuits frying from the terrifying sight he’s witnessing.

After promptly blasting the two of you apart for a bit, the team members hurried into their positions for the second half of the plan.

“Quick, get the lice!” Kori hollered at Jamie who was fumbling around with the box of lice he bought online. She then lifted him overhead, allowing the blue suited man to cover his former friend (he didn’t consider him a friend anymore at this point) with the insects.

“Ack! Why am I feeling so itchy?”

“Let me help you with that—“

You two are swiftly sent to different parts of the state before things get too nasty.

PLAN L: JEA[L]OUS DAMIAN (actual name: [L]eft Nut)

It has been almost a week since they started unleashing their plans upon the couple but the Titans and co. didn’t gain much ground. Your infatuation almost worsened as the days went by, and keeping you away from Beast Boy was close to impossible when your specialty in the team was stealth and espionage.

“Demonspawn? Hang on — what are you-“ Jason, who had a perfect line up for Garfield’s scrotum raised his hands in annoyance, watching through his scope as his younger brother suddenly swooped in to grab you from your boyfriend and ruining his shot.

“Well . . . That works.”

Once Damian had you secured in his room, he slammed you unto his bed.

May it be from the shock of sudden movements or seeing your own crush hovering over you, the effects of the Love Potion broke and you leaned upwards to kiss your leader.

You two spent hours tied up together before you eventually pulled away. Meeting the youngest Robin’s still angered face you laughed awkwardly,

“Ahaha . . . I’m screwed aren’t I?”

“Oh Habibti, you can’t even imagine.”

Damian was unsure of his future with you. What he was sure of was that this little fox needed a leash, and what leader would he be if he didn’t assert his authority?

[ourdearkey]

《°Yandere!Kid Flash/Wally West x Reader|Murderer°》

"Are you serious?" You asked at the boy infront of you, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand.

You laughed and clinged onto the Techwizard next to you snickering, "As if I would go out with someone like you."

Wally's eyes widened as you and your lover walked past him, your mocking laughter filled his ears.

"Was that really necessary?" Your lover asked looking at you, while sitting on the bed.

You rolled your eyes, as you applied some whitening lotion on your legs before speaking, "Oh don't get soft on me now."

"[N/n]..." he said pulling you on his lap as you walked towards him.

"Hmph, he's obviously a playboy."

"How do you know?"

"Don't be blind darling, you've seen him flirt with others to" you stated booping his nose.

"[P/n] you can still reject him nicely" he said stroking your hair.

"Tadashi please..." you cupped his cheek and sighed with your eyes closed.

"If it bothers you that much, I'll apolagize tomorrow" you said kissing his cheek.

Tadashi sighed but smiled, and laid down pulling you on top of him.

"Even if you did, are you sincere?" He asked wrapping an arm around your waist.

You gasped dramatically, "Does the, Tadashi Hamada doubt me?" He looked at you suspiciously with a small pout.

You scrunched your nose and flicked his forehead, "Yes, I'm guilty with my actions."

You closed your eyes letting yourself lay limp on his chest, listening to his heartbeats "I was wrong, and I'll apolagize to him tomorrow."

Tadashi hummed proudly, and cuddled you tighter.

***

"Wallace!" You called out him turning to look at you, you approached the red haired individual scratching the back of your neck.

"Look, Wallace I'm really sorry about yesterday" you said looking at him.

He looked at you with a smile, "It was nothing, least you apolagized."

As he started to walked away, you clutched his sleeves and apolagized once more before walking away.

~~~

Wally stared at the picture he snatched from your bag, you were wrapped under your boyfriends arms smiling brightly at the camera.

"Damn you Hamada...."

He ripped the picture in two, dropping Tadashi's photo on the ground stomping on it.

***

A week later, you walked down the school hallways with a solemn expression on your face.

"Y/n?"

You heard a voice behind you, you turned seeing Wally walk towards you, giving a sad smile he stopped infront of you.

"I heard what happened..."

Your lip quivered looking down, feeling the urge of having a mental breakdown, Wally wrapped his arms around you.

"Shh...hey it's ok" he comforted, you clutched his shirt trying to let out some quiet sobs.

Wally rubbed your back, saying some comforting words until you calmed down.

"I-I'm sorry..." you muttered calming down, Wally gave you a soft smile saying it's alright.

You excused yourself feeling like a mess but before you could go, Wally placed a comforting arm on your shoulder.

"Hey....i-if you need someone to talk to, I'm always around" he stated, you nodded before walking away.

As you were out of sight Wally's mouth, turned into a dark smirk fiddling with a lighter in his pocket.

~~~

You sighed placing a bouquet on your lovers grave, "....Four days passed."

"And I'm already craving for your touch" you muttered, collapsing on the ground.

"I wonder what would have happened, if..." you touched Tadashi's grave, with a solemn expression.

"You didn't go in..."

"I could've gave him a brutal death in the future" said a voice behind you, making you turn your head back.

"Wallace...?"

There he was, standing behind you a dark aura surrounding him.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, completely unnerved with the comment he made.

He let out a maniacal chuckle, sending goosebumps on your skin.

"How do you think he died?" He asked grinning psychoticly, you stood up taking some steps back.

"I...in the fire" you spoke, "He died when the bulding caught fi-"

"Who started the fire?" He asked cutting you of, approaching you.

"I...don't know" you said unsure, his grin widened before throwing his lighter on the ground.

"Take a guess."

You stared at the lighter with horrified eyes, before angrily looking at him.

"You...." you shakily said your body trembling, Wally laughed staring at your angry form.

Stomping towards him you delivered a harsh punch towards him, hearing a satisfying crack.

Wally merely shrugged of the pain and, maintained eye contact with you making you look back at him in disgust.

He closed his eyes for a second, before giving you a look that made you freeze.

"Run..."

Your body reacted on their own, running away from the psychotic speedster.

You didn't know where you were going, completely forgetting the output if the cemetery.

But you pray to whoever God was listening, to help you.

But alas....

Even God can't save you now.

You fell on the groud, feeling some blood flow down your head.

Wally blushed seeing your unconcious form, pulling it towards him taking in your scent.

"Finally..." he licked his lips, grinning madly.

"Your mine."