#yandere red hood

[hana-no-seiiki]

Just the thought of Jason tattooing scratch marks cat villain reader gave him is making me go AJDHDKKSHDJSJAJN AFW AFW WOOF WOOF BARK BARK GRRRR

A lil doodle for you 🥺🫶🏽

[catwhispers0]

i thought the text was kinda out of place so i made a ver without it,,,,

fanart for @sophiethewitch1 's what we want series ❤️❤️ happy valentines day pookie ❤️❤️

i dont wanna promise anything but im kinda sorta thinking abt... making a fanart of each bro's first appearance... DONT HOLD ME TO THAT COLLEGE SUCKS IM TOO BUSY FOR PROMISES!!!!

[bluetooththereptile]

Father in law (part one)

(Potential yandere Bruce Wayne x reader)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: I use a gender neutral name, Angel, for Bruce's child.

Summary: Your life with your partner isn't going well, you have to do something about it.

Tw: mentions of abuse, harm and unaliving.

The sound of the TV echoed in the living room of the Manor, the atmosphere of the room tense, it had been like that since whenever you visited your partner. You rolled your eyes as you heard the chuckles of the presenters on the screen, a picture of you taken by paparazzi when you were in a hurry plastered on the corner of the screen. Angel tried to distract you by offering you a cup of tea but you declined, making them worry even more for you, but you were too lost in your misery to care.

Since your relationship became serious with Angel your life had become a literal hell, every date had ended up in some form of misery for you, Angel didn't get any of the side effects of your situation though and you didn't know how it had happened. How you had ended up on the paparazzi news, your life displayed as the worst version of what it could be, belittled and bullied, you had lost your job because of your tarnished image and you had lived in your car since your landlady had thrown you out because you were a "sexually deviant, arrogant and abuser" person and she didn't want you close to her own home. Speaking of the car, you had to refill its tank, but you didn't have the money for it. Damn it!

You groaned under your breath as you looked At angel who had tilted their head to the side, calling your name to catch your attention. God, how much you both hated and loved them at the same time. It was easy to love them, they were kind and caring, beautiful in every sense, perfect in every way, no wonder they were so popular, but, that also was the reason that you hated them as well, they had everything you did not, and since the time you had started dating, your life had become a literal hell.

"Angel..." you spoke, a little surprised by your tone, it sounded...weak "I wanted to talk about something..." Their body turned towards you so they could give you their whole attention, you wanted to wince at the gleam in their eyes, they looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, at first it was pleasant to have someone like that but now it was sort of like a hex, giving you the chills. Shivering slightly you cleared your throat and shifted on your seat "I've been thinking about breaking up..."

"What?! Why?!" Angel's hurt voice made you recoil in your seat, you wanted to tell them everything, to tell them all that happened to you had made you miserable, but you only sighed in their response "Something has been bothering you?" Angel's question made you wince, Angel was perfect but had a mortal flaw, they were delusional, you didn't know but it ran in their family. In their eyes you weren't dirty or miserable, you were simply tired, bored, or perhaps a little sick. What was on TV was just a joke, and perhaps you didn't have the humor to laugh at it, you were just a little rusty, that's all, right? Then why you wanted to break up? Was the date you had not good enough? Your dates were so much fun, they always ended up with a funny scene, you had so much fun together, and you were perfect together, why now you were talking about breaking up?

You palmed your face, sighing, looking away from Angel, only to see their father standing in the corner with an interested look on his face, Bruce Wayne, oh God you hated that man to your core, whenever you met him he'd roast you so hard that you'd end up like a lump of burnt coal, the look in his eyes showed that he looked down on you, not to mention his fucking family, ugh, you just wanted to get away from all of this, after all, you got into that mess just for the sake of dating Angel Wayne.

You turned to your partner "Look, I just want to break up okay?" Angel paused, the look on their face darkening, oh dear God here we go. "Am I not enough? Y/N, I have done everything I could to make you happy! What is wrong? Don't you love me anymore?" "No! I don't love you anymore!" You said harshly, wanting to push them away, even if it meant they'd be hurt emotionally, but to your frustration, Angel took in a deep breath before speaking "I know I have been busy with my work and you've been under so much pressure lately, I understand that you feel burnt out and want to take some time apart but breaking up is just overreacting to our situation!"

You felt like you'd want to roll your eyes so hard that they'd come out of the other side of your head, they didn't want to understand, they didn't take no by its literal meaning. You sighed, rubbing your eyes, if it was with someone else you'd feel thrilled that someone was so understanding and considerate, so hell-bent on keeping you by their side but this wasn't that, you felt like you were suffocating under the pressure. Your phone rang, making you flinch, as you looked down at its screen you let out a scoff, it was another call from another unknown number, how your phone number had ended up on the internet for people to bully, you didn't know. You were sick of this, sick of life itself!

No job, no house, your own family hated you for just existing after fabricated evidence of your various offenses had been published, you couldn't hurt a fly, and yet you have assaulted an old lady...sexually?!?! Angel touched your arm to pull you out of your thoughts but then you slapped their hand away. standing up, you didn't even turn to look back at them for the last time, ignoring their pleas "Y/N, you're being ridiculous please stay-" Angel paused as Bruce talked "Let them leave darling..." you rolled your eyes once more before walking away, not looking back to see the smirk on Bruce's face as he held his child

down by their shoulders on their seat; stopping them from following you.

You didn't know why all of this had happened, you didn't know that it was all because of Bruce Wayne, the bastard himself. He had paid people to tarnish your image, ruin your livelihood, and push you into depression so you'd let go of his child, you were never perfect for his Angel, his Angel deserved someone so much better than you. Barging out of the Manor you walked your way outside the yard and the gates, of course, you didn't have the money to pay for a taxi, so you started a walk into the night, too frustrated and angry to think of your safety.

Before you could figure out where you were heading you found yourself in front of the drugstore your mother used to take you to, the cashier was still the same old lady with those large eyeglasses. Without thinking you headed into the store, perhaps some nostalgia would help? The smell of lavender filled your nostrils, you walked to the second isle to avoid eye contact with the cashier, sighing as you looked at the different things for sale, until your eyes landed on the familiar brown bottle, something that your mother used to call her little helpers...Xanax.

You reached out for the bottle and looked at it, whenever your mother took one of these everything seemed better since she'd end up more relaxed, perhaps if you were to take some you'd feel better too? But you didn't have the money to buy it, and clearly, you didn't want to embarrass yourself by asking to borrow it, so you looked around, and since the only camera in the old store was way away from you, you quickly put the bottle in your pocket, walking out of the store as if nothing had happened, you'd finally have some resemblance of relaxation soon.

....

Angel's cries echoed in the Manor as they banged their fists on the door, pleading for their father to be let out, they had to see you, they had to touch your body, even if it meant it was cold already. Bruce closed his eyes, leaning to the door of their room as he tried to think of something else, something other the fact that your suicide had ended up messing his child so much that they had gotten into a maniac episode. Dick had found your body in the car, motionless with the empty bottle of pills, you had given up on everything.

But what bothered Bruce was not your death or Angel's distress, it was the fact that he felt...pain. surely it wasn't because he deep down had softened up a little for you, right? He had told himself those lies for about a week, and it was driving him mad, he had to do something about it to save both his sanity and Angel's, and he'd do anything in his power to make things right.

[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

[yan-batgirl]

I don't know why Tumblr keeps forbidding me from editing requests! Why do you hate me, Tumblr?! 😭

Request: Hi! I love your one shots, and I was wondering if you could maybe do a clingy!yandere!batfamily (with all the family members) please and thank you!

Warning: Clingy behavior, forced cuddling, mentions of manipulation, they were cudding with her so much that batgirl reader was suffocating

The reader is going to be referred to as 'Batgirl'

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In those nights of Gotham, the night where there aren't a lot of crimes. People would wonder what Batman and his small family are up to.

Watching a movie is what they're doing.

While cuddling with their little batgirl at the same time.

"Guys, can you stop talking? I can't hear," she tells them as she munch on her popcorn.

Currently, Batgirl was being held by her siblings at the point where she was going to be breathless. She was trying to focus on the screen, but she couldn't because of the weight on her siblings onto her.

"Shhhh... Just focus, my dear baby sister," Stephanie reassures her as she strokes her sister's head.

"Don't touch her, Brown!" Damian scolds her as he swats her hand away.

"Be careful with her head!" Tim said as he tries to make one of them hold the back of her head.

"Calm down, Tim. I got her," Duke reassures him as Cassandra is just hugging her sister's small body.

"All of you are touching her," Barbara corrects him as she munched onto her candy.

"We have to make sure that she's safe, Babs!" Dick said as he clutched onto Batgirl tightly in his arms.

"Stop pulling her so close to you, bastard," Jason said in a harsh tone that made her jolt.

Then, the two oldest children began to argue. That's when the others joined in as well, which made the movie audio unheard. Meanwhile, Batgirl is just munching on her popcorn as she tries to focus on the movie.

As she was watching, she was suddenly picked up out of her seat by someone. She looks up to see Bruce lifting her up.

"Hey, the movie is not done," she said as she pointed at the big screen as she watched Bruce pick up his bowl of popcorn.

"I couldn't hear. Well, you may now why," he said as he glanced at the rest of his children.

With that, he walks out of the theater, leaving the arguing batsiblings behind.

~~~~~

After a long argument, the others saw that their little sister is gone.

They were silent before gave each other glances before they quickly departed ways.

As they were looking around the mansion, they heard Jason make a signal that made everyone quickly run upstairs where they see him next to the smiling Alfred.

They were wondering what was happening before they saw the scene in front of them.

Bruce was holding onto Batgirl as she was underneath his covers, asleep while holding onto her stuffed animal, Batsie. The TV in his room was playing the same movie and the parts that they couldn't watch because of the other children's arguing in the theater.

They were just exchanging looks as they stared at their father and mentor cuddling with their sister. A pit of jealously rose inside them, but at the same time, they knew who won.

Bruce then gets up and turns off the TV before he walks out of his bedroom and gently closes the door.

"We have to go and patrol for tonight. Duke, Tim, Stephanie. You three will come with me. Alfred, prepare the guest room for me when I get back."

He orders with his Batman demeanor before he walks off. When he walked off, the others turned to each other.

"Looks like we know the winner of this whole thing, but not for long," Dick said as some of the others groaned out of defeat.

However, at the same time, they couldn't help but adore the sleeping Batgirl on the bed.

~~~~~

Please do NOT steal my art!

[babyshoesnerdshit]

night shift

CW cursing, child neglect, sexual harassment, misgendering, drunk person (although not very well written lol), general violence, slight infantilization

idk i wanted to try my hand at writing some shitty platonic yandere batfam x transmasc reader (its self indulgence bby)

Hunger pained (y/n)'s stomach. Stupid cheapskate convenience store didn't give employee discounts though so he had to wait until he got home to eat anything, if there was even anything to eat that wasn't spoiled. (y/n) would have just stolen something to eat from the store (he didn't give a shit about their profit) but the security camera mocking him in the corner kept him from it. And with his phone almost dead (y/n) had nothing to do but stair at the wall and listen to the shitty radio station the store played.

(y/n) hated the night shift, it almost guarantied he would have to deal with more crackheads and drunks than his coworkers. Regardless of his feelings about the night shift it paid the most (even though that was still barely minimum wage), and he really needed the money. Even though (y/n) still lived with his mother (and technically father but he was hardy ever around), his parents had stopped taking care of him a long time ago. So (y/n) was the one to take care of himself. Sometimes he had to take care of his mother too, reminding her to eat or sleep. The bells on the door jangled, shaking (y/n) from his train of thought. Ah yes, the other type of Gotham crazies. Vigilantes.

"Hey kid."

"I'm not a kid." for some reason the batclan had decided that the 5th avenue convenience store was the best place for mid-patrol snacks.

"Ah yes, the old and wise 18 year old. My bad." Red Hood had a thick layer of sarcasm in his mechanical voice. (y/n) couldn't see his face from behind his helmet but was entirely sure he had the stupidest smirk underneath. (y/n) simply rolled his eyes (fighting back a smile) as hood moved about the store grabbing a random assortment of food and drinks. As hood was filling his arms the bell sounded again, this time it was a middle-aged man. (y/n) could smell the alcohol on him from the register. The man looked around, stopping as he saw (y/n).

"Welll helllooo~" the man had started leaning on the counter of the register. "Yoou're a fine slut, i could show you a reeall goOod time~" He smelled even worse up close. (y/n) sent a panicked glance over to Red Hood who had dropped his things and was now walking aggressively towards the man. "Wha you ignorin me BITCH!" the man lifted his arm to strike. (y/n) flinched, lifting his arms to cover his face.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Hood's voice was dark and low. His grip on the man's arm was painful if the man's face was any indicator.

"H-hey Mr. Red Hood. me and the lil' lady were just havin a niice talk." The man had lost any confidences and aggression he once had in fount of the crime lord. "She wuz jus bein a bitch, you understaannd right?" he sniveled. A sickening crunch was heard from the mans arm where Red Hood's grip tightened. The man started convulsing with pain and screaming. (y/n) felt sick.

"I'm going to deal with this trash. I'll be right back." Hood dragged the man out of the store, bells jingling behind him. It was moments like this where (y/n) remembered just how dangerous Red Hood actually was. Living in Gotham, (y/n) had gotten unfortunately used to getting catcalled and harassed, but he could never stop the shaking of his hands and the sinking feeling in his stomach that came with it.

Moments later the bells sounded again, (y/n) couldn't help but jump slightly. It was Red Hood.

"Sorry about that kid." hood picked up the food he had dropped earlier and set it on the counter.

"Ah, it's ok." (y/n) hated how small he sounded. Taking a breath he started to scan the things hood had picked out and tried to steady himself. "It's Gotham, shit like that happens all the time."

"That doesn't make it ok." Hood sounded softer than before. (y/n) felt anger crawl up his throat, the bats always treated him like a kid. Even Robin! And he was, like, 12!

"That'll be $29.47, you want a bag?" (y/n) tried not to show his anger. As upset as he might have been, Hood did just save him from an icky situation.

"Nah." Hood picked up half of what he bought with one arm as he flipped a 50 onto the counter. "Keep the change." He started to leave.

"Hood, you're forgetting half your shit." He had left a large banana nut muffin, a pack of gummy sharks, a chocolate milk, and a packet of pizza flavored combos.

"They're for you kid, you look starving." He was out the door before (y/n) could protest.

(y/n) sighed with a light smile, well at least he wouldn't be hungry for the rest of his shift.

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Jason was fucking livid. This god damn BASTARD! Who the fuck did he think he was, harassing his little brother. Raising his FILTHY had at him. Jason was seething.

"RR" Jason turned his comm on.

"Jonathan Davis, 54, 237 Maple Street, apartment 122, married to Eliza Davis, daughter is Maria Davis, place of work 57 West End Road." Tim already knew, he was watching it from the security camera back at the cave.

"I only spared him so that you could make his life something worse than death." Jason staired down at the beaten and bruised body of the man.

"Don't worry. It will be." Tim's voice was cold and calculated. No doubt already planning all the ways this man would watch his life fall apart.

Jason leaned down to the barely conscious man, "If you DARE go fucking near him again, I'll leave your head for your wife and daughter to find in your fridge." the man simply looked at him with fear. Jason grabs him by the scalp, "Do you understand?" his tone was dark, made even more intimidating by the mechanical modulator.

"Y-yes! I understand! I understand!" the man cried.

"Good." Jason shoved his head back into the filthy ground of the alleyway. 'right where trash belongs' Jason thought to himself.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Jason insists enough that darling finally breaks and lets him put at least the tip in.

"J-just be gentle, okay?"

Jason breaks his kiss to your neck and nods, cupping your cheek. "Of course," he breathes. "First lemme just...get you more ready, 'kay?"

He holds his cock, dragging the tip up and down your exposed clit. He jerks his hips forward from the new stimulation and moans softly. "Fuck, fuck, I love you," he moaned. He moves one hand to play with your breasts while he ruts against you, and uses the other to tease your entrance until he feels enough slick coating his fingers. When he pulls away he lines his cock up with your sensitive hole and puts both hands on your waist."I'll be gentle, I promise," he reassures you. "Ready, baby?"

He waits for you to nod before easing the first two inches inside of your walls. Immediately his grip tightens and his nails dig into your skin as he gasps sharply. "Fuck!" He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from going back on his promise. You trust him. He's not gonna break that promise, but fuck, it's maddening just having a few inches inside of you. He focuses on you instead, tilting your chin up to feverishly kiss you as he starts to rock into you as gently as he can manage, moaning every time he feels you clench around his tip.

[cheriecelestial]

Pray tell, why dost the scarcity persist of fine romantic yandere tales within the realm of the batfam ? Verily, would that I could find myself ensconced in the affections of the entire family and be the only sun, moon and star in their firmament. For all the bat progeny (save young Damian, for he is but a stripling) and the esteemed Bat patriarch, consumed with a fervent obsession for my humble self, engaging in fierce contention for my favor.

Oh, to revel in the tender ministrations of each. Picture, if thou wilt, with a designated day of the week allotted to dote upon me with unparalleled devotion. Alas, the lamentations of a heart yearning for such ardour ! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

tl;dr I need more romantic yan!batfam recs. Please tag me.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Hello, love your blog. What are your thoughts about Yandere Batfam with an civilian s/o who’s very optimistic and sweet?

[Oh hell yes. ]

Batman/Bruce Wayne:

The play boy billionaire doesn't try to interfere with your life all to much. He does occasionally, "check in" with you when he's Batman. Watching you get home from getting groceries when on patrol so no one is suspicious.

But you notice.

"Hi Batman," you say with a smile. Watching the superhero/vigilante eyes widen from the dark shadows of Gotham. Rummaging through one of your bags, pulling out a box of store bought cupcakes.

"Thanks, for looking after me and all!" You say politely, nodding at him as he cautiously takes the dessert. His mind barking at him.

You noticed him.

His efforts.

You shouldn't have.

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Nightwing/Dick Grayson:

The eldest of former Robin's would easily spot you from the crowd of pedestrians. Often showing off when a villian approaches and beating them to a pulp when they ruined your normal schedule.

Nightwing would talk to you without the mask frequently. Wanting you to love him for him, without the black and blue costume. Bringing out all his charm and some that Bruce taught him. Sure your friends and all, but he wants, no, expects more.

"Hey~!"

"Hiya Dick!" You greet him warmly, your cup of coffee burning your hands as you wait for the train. "I didn't know you would be taking the train today?"

"Yeah, cars in the shop." He said with a bashful grin. You scoff, but laugh at him. "Isn't it always?" You say with a eye roll, sipping your coffee as Dick scoots closer to you.

-

Red Hood/Jason Todd:

Jason was one for romance, but in stories. Color him suprised when he met you. To him, you make him belive there's hope for normalcy in his odd life. He wants to protect you from the blood and screaming in the streets of Gotham. Knowing that this city will chew you up and make you someone you wish you weren't.

Sure, he's not the hero-ing type, not much, anymore. But he'd rather kill villains and even innocent people to make sure your safe.

"WOW, that looks ruff buddy. You doin' okay?"

You ask Jason, noticing the splotches of red coloring his clothes. A simple book in his hand as he chuckles. "I'm good, don't worry. Fell on some paint earlier in the day."

-

Red Robin/Time Drake:

The Red Robin has you on his phone page, laptop, whatever device, has you on it. Definitely the creepy shy guy next door kinda vibe. In his normal attire, he's vying for your attention whenever he has a chance. As Red Robin, he flaunts himself like Dick and Jason. Only of you are around.

"Hmh?" You hear the shutter of clicks from above, looking up from the street road. You see a black mask and white dots stare down at you. You raise a hand and wave as more clicks follow after.

You shrug it off and continue your way. Knowing the boy wonder was probably taking photos of the streets for super hero purposes.

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Ronin/Damien Wayne:

Much like his father. He watches over you constantly and has started fights over you like Jason. To which your non-the-wiser. Damien is pretty much all of the batfam yandere tendencies, he did learn for them and it is inherented

"Damien, you and I know both know that was dumb." You mutter, Damien scoffs at you. "They dishonored you, they should've gotten a worser punishment." "You and your chivalry.."

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[Hope you like it!]

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Jason Todd Would Include:

The key to dating him as a yandere is to try and be as transparent and honest with him as possible. He may have some violent tendencies, but he's pretty easygoing. Most yanderes are obsessive, and he's no exception. He's very loyal, but he expects the same from you. He just needs attention and assurance that he's appreciated.

He also needs the sense that you have no secrets. He can't function without knowing everything. It may sound unreasonable and controlling, but it's a product of his obsessive tendencies. If he can't know everything about you, then he'll be consumed by jealousy and paranoia.

If he catches you cheating on him, or lying to him, you’d better pray for a quick death, because it's going to be messy.

He's very possessive, so there will always be drama. He just wants to be the sole focus of your life. He doesn’t like sharing, and he’ll take extreme measures if anyone tries to break your relationship. That being said, he's not the abusive type unless you give him a reason to be. If anything, he's incredibly gentle. He’ll give you attention, affection, and reassurance.

He needs to know that he's the center of your world. He does have some violent tendencies, but he's not going to do anything crazy unless something crazy happens first. And while he may come off as a bit creepy sometimes, he really tries to be romantic at heart. He's very attentive and he likes to express his love by doing thoughtful and romantic gestures.

He's very protectively possessive. He doesn't want anyone else to have contact with you, let alone make a move on you. If someone does make a move, he'll get violent. He makes it important to explain to you that he's only like this because he truly cares about you. He just wants you to be safe.

He's very jealous. If someone tries to take you away from him, or if he thinks someone else has their sights set on you, He will react strongly and violently to the situation. He doesn't like to share and he doesn't trust others around you.

My job as Red Hood and leader of the Outlaws can cause some tension between me and my significant other. I spend a lot of time out patrolling Gotham and doing my job, which means there isn’t always a lot of time to focus on my relationship. Sometimes I have to make a choice between being with my partner and fighting crime, and it’s not always an easy choice.

He would probably resort to some drastic measures to keep you from leaving. He would try to guilt trip you into staying by making you think he would be emotionally devastated and unable to go on without you. If you still insisted on leaving, he would probably resort to more serious means of keeping you from going, such as threatening you or physically keeping you by force.

He would probably use excessive amounts of affection as a method of manipulating you. He would probably dote on you and make it very clear to you that he was obsessed with you and would do anything for you. He would be overly affectionate and clingy and would want constant reassurance that you loved him and were committed to being with him.

He would put a lot of effort into making every date you had as special and memorable as possible. He would want to do everything possible to make sure that you enjoyed yourself and felt appreciated. He would go out of his way to plan the perfect dates, with romantic dinners, candlelit rooms, and thoughtful gifts. He would try to make you feel happy and valued in every way he could.

His behavior in a harsh way would involve getting extremely emotional and using intense reactions to threaten or intimidate you. He would probably use a lot of manipulation tactics like guilt-tripping, being clingy and obsessive, and threatening physical violence. He would also probably use a lot of verbal abuse and gaslighting to try and control you and control the situation.

He's not exactly the type to take things slow once he's obsessed with you. When he loves you, he loves you, and the feelings are intense. He'll do anything for you. Everything you do together is like a dream to him.

The most important thing is to not take advantage of his obsession, which can lead to some… extreme measures. Make sure to do your best to reciprocate his feelings. And most importantly, just be yourself. Once you become close, you'll have nothing to worry about.

If anyone even glances at you with a shred of malice, he will end them. He will make sure that no one else ever gets the chance to hurt you. In his mind, it’s you and him. And he will make sure that he is the only thing in your life.

The Joker is a little different. He’s a sick, twisted man that can only bring pain and destruction. He’s on a different level. If Jason came across him trying to harm his partner, he would kill him. No hesitation. This is the Joker we’re talking about. You mean far too much to him to let Joker even touch you.

People have always been strict. They always wanted Jason to “follow the rules” and “behave”. His personality traits didn’t really fit that lifestyle, so his family has always tried to tone him down and control him. It’s never worked. As he grew up though, it was more of the world itself that tried to control him. People would ridicule, look down on, and misunderstand him and his yandere tendencies. As a result, he just got resentful and developed even more extreme tendencies.

Being honest with him helps you, being upfront with all your feelings, trying your best not to keep anything from him, and giving him enough time and attention. If you do all that, then you shouldn't have any problems dating a yandere. And if you do that for him, then I can guarantee that he'll be the most loyal and devoted boyfriend you've ever had.

If he was being completely honest, he feels like he loves you. There’s this intense, uncontrollable feeling inside of him that makes his heart race whenever he sees you. It’s like the world stops around him whenever you’re together. It’s like he can’t help but want to be with you, want to protect you, want to make you happy.

Absolutely. In a heartbeat would marry you. He's never felt this way about anyone before in his life. Being with you just feels right in every way possible. He wouldn’t need to think twice about it. He would also move you both. Gotham is a beautiful city in many ways, but there's also a toxic atmosphere that permeates the whole place, you know? He knows there are better communities out there for you both to build your lives in. He knows Gotham is home and all, but there's nothing here worth going to bed worried every night if he's going to be shot or attacked by some gang or supervillain and not come home to you.

His favorite is probably bondage. Sometimes he needs to be restrained, other times he needs to restrain you. It just gives him a sense of excitement and control, when he feels like he doesn’t have much of it normally.

He also enjoys foreplay activities like kissing and touching, he likes a lot of foreplay before moving on to the main event. He enjoys the intimacy and connection that come from foreplay, and it is important to him to take the time to make sure you are fully aroused and comfortable before moving forward.

Beyond his general enjoyment of being dominant, he is also a bit of an exploration junky, so he likes to try new things and new experiences with you.

He likes to incorporate some sensory play into your intimate moments. He particularly enjoys having you run your hands and fingernails all over his body, as well as rubbing him with warm or cold lubricants. Another thing he likes to include is some pain play, such as spanking and pinching.

He enjoys exploring and experimenting with different textures and sensations, such as ice cubes, feathers, or even warm wax.

He likes it when you take a more passive role. He enjoys it when you show him through your body language that you are enjoying his touch and attention. He also likes it when you give him feedback and positive reactions, like moaning or saying you like what he's doing.

[hana-no-seiiki]

it’s midnight and i have an important midterm exam in 10 hours but

yandere! snarky jason with cat villain reader (again)

“red hood — jason — stop. i am not going to help you kill him.” you pleaded, thrashed, and screamed at the top of your lungs but your ex enemy and lover stood motionless; unbothered at all by your movements.

“you’ve already tried before didn’t you?” his eyes were so different yet so similar to the one you fell in love with, the one you left your childhood crush and boyfriend dick for, but so different at the same time. if past jason was a rabid dog from the streets, then this one was just a wolf on the prowl. a knowledgeable, experienced, ruthless hound. “i heard you went on a rampage just for me.”

“what’s stopping you from catching your prey, kit? i’m only here to sharpen your claws.” his hands wrapped around your wrists, with just enough control on the force that it was excruciating painful yet not broken.

“i know those replacements only made it go dull.”

@sophiethewitch1

[bluetooththereptile]

Black Robin

(Yandere Tim drake x twin brother reader x yandere Bruce Wayne)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: I couldn't resist making this, Tim's personality and also Bruce's possessiveness to his adoptive children and sometimes his cold indifference are ripe for making agnst and a good fic!

Summary: Your stubbornness ends tonight, and Bruce will make sure of that.

Tw: mentions of abuse

"Are you out of your mind?!"  you were taken aback by Tim's shout, your eyes widening behind your mask slightly. The always composed and nervous Tim was now yelling at you, well, this was new. You shifted on your feet in the dark place, sighing as you crossed your arms on your chest, trying to not groan since the bruise on your chest hurt to the touch. "Please just spare these words" you grunted, but your response only made Tim more livid, and he took a hold of your jacket, pulling you closer to him "You will come home with me!" He hissed "And that's final!"

You pushed Tim away with a scoff "Woha...easy right there bro, slow down, I'm not coming back, not after finally finding the place I deserve!" Tim couldn't help but let out a forced bitter chuckle "Deserve? Look at you! You're all bruised and battered, wearing a cheap leather jacket and military pants, and your only gadget is probably comms, you are dragging yourself around without proper care and you call it a deserving place?! Is your hatred for me that strong?"

You rolled your eyes, groaning, dear God how many of these conversations you've had already with him? Probably close to a thousand times. "Look, bro, I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions-" "Don't bro me!" Tim's voice echoed in the dark empty alleyway, after the joint mission of Batman and Midnighter, Tim finally after a whole year of not facing you had dragged you away so you could talk.

"I could understand your frustration and anger, I could have tried to make things right, I knew you were by the fact that you were not chosen as the Robin, I can understand that you didn't get enough attention and you wanted to be a hero yourself, but you couldn't leave just like that!" Pushing Tim away from you, you finally snapped "Wait a damn minute!" You took your mask off so you could talk to him properly. Approaching him you looked deep into his eyes, looking at your reflection in them and Tim winced a little at the hint of smoke on your lips, his brows furrowing as he realized what you had been smoking before the mission. You then sighed and looked away, looking down at the puddle of water on the ground. Damn, you were indeed bruised up, you were still a rookie and the hero responsible for you, Midnighter truthfully didn't have many rules for you to follow, just do the things and get them done by any means necessary, I don't care, which meant you had to do everything yourself, ending up as an official mess. In the past year, you had strained yourself so much that you couldn't recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Sure you were Tim's identical twin, you looked nearly the same, minus the eyes of course, but you had changed from that, your body had bulked up under the pressure of constant training under Midnighter's eyes and the diet of protein bars, you didn't have time to eat so you had to resort to those, you had forgotten the taste of normal food, yet you refused to complain. The only reason that Midnighter had taken you in was your stubbornness and willpower, no one wanted to take Batman's boy in when the old bat didn't like the idea of it, you had to prove him you were worth taking in. You had to cut your hair short to cut out the water bills, oh right, he didn't pay for you either, you had to work your ass off to make some money for yourself, you just hated working at fast food joints, sometimes you wanted to serve some Karens some of those knuckle sandwiches Midnighter gave you when you messed up. Around your eyes were still smudged with the smoky eye makeup your new friends had put on you for last night's concert, personal hygiene was sort of out of the window for you, but you still kept pushing. You were a mess, but still an independent mess out of Tim's shadow.

"I chose this path and I'm happy with it! It's none of your business anymore!" You finally spoke, "Oh so all of a sudden when you are 18 you can do whatever the hell you want?" Tim sighed as he crossed his arms "Yeah?" You answered, "We both know Bruce had only let you go just to make you realize your place is with the family!" Tim's response wasn't that farfetched, you knew Bruce was capable enough to drag your sulking ass back to the Manor but he had chosen not to, why? You weren't sure, perhaps it was because he wanted to punish you for being too rebellious, the thought made you shudder.

"Whatever..." you waved your hand in the air "You know that I don't want to go back from this path" Tim scoffed "Oh? Being the "Black Robin" is that good?" He teased you about your name, making you let out a soft groan in irritation. Midnighter was mistaken as Batman and now you, as his sidekick, was the black Robin, another mistaken identity, well you did look like Tim, just larger in muscle mass. "Yes, it's better than being compared to you all the time!" You snapped at your twin, making his lips turn into a frown. You had hit a nerve, well it was progress.

"You were always the one that was better, you were the Robin and then the Red Robin, while I had to train harder and harder, watching you get all the attention while I was just there!" You continued "You know it's not true, Bruce adopted you as well, you are still his son! You were not chosen as Robin because he wanted someone more...smart..." You rolled your eyes at that, you had heard all of those excuses so many times, you wanted something more out of your life, and you had decided to get something out of it one way or another.

When Tim was adopted you had dragged along him, but since Bruce needed help, he examined you both but he found Tim more fitting for the role. At first, you were happy for your brother, but as time progressed on, that feeling turned into resentment, Tim was the nervous smart brother, always getting the attention of others, especially Bruce, while you pushed yourself to your limits, yet since you were more capable than your brother, Bruce thought of you more of a pillar of trust for Tim while he wasn't there, but you wanted more, you wanted his attention, his fucking love, you wanted to feel like a true son, so if he didn't want to pay you attention, you'd rebel, and you did it on your 18th birthday, and your life had become a hellish arena after that, but you still kept pushing, unknowingly digging your own grave.

Your bickering with Tim was interrupted by a loud bang, and before you could react Midnighter had been thrown over two buildings, his landing making a hole into the wall close to you and your twin. Who... who had done that?! Who could do that to the superhuman clad in black? Oh no...The soft thud onto the ground and that familiar presence...oh no no no no...it was the big bat himself.

"Shit," you and Tim said in union "language" Bruce's stern voice made you clamp your lips close, you hadn't seen him like that before, his gaze burying deep into your wide eyes as he approached you with that imposing figure. "Black Robin" your hero's name rolled onto his tongue with a dark tone. "How fitting" he continued before he suddenly reached out and grabbed you by your jaws, making your mouth open.

You were too afraid to talk, you knew he wouldn't listen even if you wanted to talk "Three teeth..." Bruce hummed, before tightening his grip, making you let out a soft groan of pain "Cracked jaw..." he added "Muscle tissue of your left eyelid is hurt, your ear is broken and this is just for the head..." he hissed "I had warned him before to not touch any of my boys..." he let go of you but his hand moved to take a hold of your jacket as he looked down at you.

"Malnourished and still high on drugs, what was he thinking?!" He growled before looking up at you again, he leaned closer as he took a sniff of you, his grip tightening even more "And you've been smoking...it's the same brand as he does..."

"B-bat-" "Silence..." Bruce snapped at you, "Being mistaken for me is one thing I can sort of tolerate, but stealing my boy from me is something I can not overlook...look at you Y/N!..." he pulled you closer to him "You are on the path of self-destruction! You are no superhuman, you are a young one in need of care!" Your throat dried up as he spoke, you knew the consequences of your actions were creeping to get closer to you.

Bruce's heart ached at your sight, he shouldn't have let you go, he had thought no one would take you in and within a month you'd be back into his arms, begging for forgiveness and he'd punish you lightly. You reminded him so much of himself, that was why he didn't want you to get into the world of heroes, yet his worst nightmare had happened and you had plunged into the worst scenario head first like a mad bull.

"You're coming home with us" Bruce's words were final as he took you in "H-hey!" You wanted to pull away but his hold was too strong, he didn't bat an eye at your struggles "You need stitches and a new set of teeth, and when you are ready enough, I'll whip you into the right shape of the Black Robin..." his last words made your shudder in fear, he was angry, but deep down, a small part of you was happy that your dad had finally come for you.

You were strapped into the Batmobile and Tim sat close to you, holding onto your arm tightly, you felt something tug on your heart, that look in his eyes, you knew that too well, you were just minutes older than him but he still looked up at you as his older brother, perhaps you'd reconsider your decision and give in...perhaps...only time could tell. 

[knullanon]

Might I ask for the yandere batboys (+ stephanie maybe, so all robins 👉👈) discovering that they are all behind the same shy!reader (fem or gn) (romantic)?

sure! also everyone is aged up because yknow. but I hope you guys enjoy this, because I did when I was writing it!

words: 1101

warnings: mentions of stalking, possessiveness, lmk if I missed any!

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dick doesn't notice anything about the others at all, until either you point it out or they do. he might even figure it out on his own just through his stalking problem.

when he does find out, though, he's trying his absolute hardest to make you like him more. gifts, helping you without hesitation, hell he might even just admit his feelings to you.

however, this is short lived because everybody notices and gets pissed off. since they aren't doing anything about their feelings, neither should he. I think that's how the whole thing would play out, nobody admitting anything, or if they did, they retract it immediately.

anyways, his relationship doesn't change much after he finds out about everyone else. he just seems a bit too close for everyone's comfort, even yours.

he likes to bring you out to different places, and while it's usually set in a platonic setting, he likes to pretend to himself that you two are together, and that there's no one else who wants to take you.

gets very jealous easily, and even though he tries not to show it, he gets upset every time you talk about your romantic interests. even if they're fictional, you can feel his mood drop just from mentioning anyone.

jason, on the other hand, could tell immediately that some of his siblings had the same crush. really just damian and dick, but that's still something.

he doesn't go about it the way that everyone else does, however: he instead tries to hang out with you, doing things that seem more brotherly, and sometimes more fatherly.

doesn't care about the others unless they start acting romantically. he puts a stop to that real fast, under the guise of brotherly protection.

he's come to terms that he'll never get to have you as a partner, so hes more passive whenever you talk about things like that. he wants you to be the happiest you can be while also still being in your life.

his favorite thing to do with you is showing you how to do things. you've never changed a tire? you don't know how to fix a washer? unlike dick, who simply wants to help you to seem more desirable to you, jason genuinely wants to teach you and show you how to do things.

while he mainly does it so that you know what to do, he also partially does it so that you won't be asking anyone else for help.

tim is also very shy, so for a while you think he's the odd one out of his family. he doesn't talk to you much, he excuses himself a lot if you're in the room, and every time you do talk to him, he avoids eye contact and doesn't say more than 3 words.

while tim doesn't always act this way, you've found that if you just corner him and try to engage in a conversation he becomes much more comfortable, and eventually, he only becomes shy if his siblings are talking to you.

he has mixed feelings about the whole situation. on one hand, he's sad that he can't explore anything with you and that it might be someone else. on the other hand, he knows that it might be inevitable and that he should be worrying about who you might choose.

he knows that you view them more platonically, so he's not worried about them, but more rather the people around you. while he doesn't get worried or possessive around his family, he will get that way in front of people who he thinks have a chance with you.

he likes to just hang out with you. whatever you want to do, he'll do it, even if he doesn't have any interest in it. he'll pay for a lot, too. food, trinkets, clothes, anything you want you can just ask him.

damian instantly notices everyone else's attraction, how could he not. he doesn't confront anyone at first, just giving everyone the meanest side eye until they all sit down after someone (dick) almost tells you about their crush. They tell each other that none of their feelings can be revealed, as it would create conflict between all of them.

damian doesn't really change how he acts around you, since he's basically just being nice to you, while passive aggressive with everyone else. there's not a lot of change there.

he likes to take you around on hikes, usually trails or paths that aren't known very well, but have a beautiful payout at the end of them. he brings your favorite food, and you both sit and talk about whatever.

out of all of them, however, he has the biggest reaction to seeing other people who aren't his siblings try to ask you out. he gets in their face, acting like he has a problem with them, being more aggressive than with everyone else.

he's the only one out of the five who actively doesn't want you to get in a relationship with someone else. this isn't because he's secretly planning something, but he doesn't think anyone besides him or his siblings should get to have that chance. the only reason he isn't really doing anything about his siblings is because while he might semi hate them, they're still his siblings, and they're still his family.

--cannot find one for stephanie I'm sorry :(--

stephanie originally wasn't included in their talk about keeping their feelings to themselves. so she does actually try something, but is quickly stopped by the rest of the group.

when it's explained to her why she shouldn't do anything about her feelings, shes originally going to completely disregard the whole thing and continue trying to pursue you, tim somehow convinces her to just let her feelings sit.

while she originally didn't want you to be with anyone else, she drops it just as quickly since she finds that it's actually fun to act as matchmaker, which she also drops quickly since she got tired of being hunted by damian.

she likes bringing you out of the manor, really anywhere. since you're the introvert, she's your extrovert friend who drags you everywhere, even if you're unenthusiastic. sometimes, she won't even bring you to crowded places, instead she'll bring you in the city, but on skyscrapers and show you different areas of the city.

while she sometimes feels sad about how she will never be able to tell you the truth, she always gets over it quickly. she likes seeing you happy, even if it's not with her, which for her, is all she needs.

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sorry this took so long :( ily guys sm, tho!!

if you like this work, reblog or like it! thank you! <3

[squirmhoney]

Hello! Drabble event request: number 2, Lie to yourself all you want but your body always tells the truth with Jason Todd please :)

Drabble Event: "Lie to yourself all you want but your body always tells the truth." x Jason Todd

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of past non con. Dub con. Character death kind of. smut. Dark Jason. 18+ WC: 600

In the back of your head you had felt glad that he was gone, finally at peace without Jason Todd breaking into your room as he took you as he pleased, whether you were willing or not. But the other side of you was devastated, still mourning the Jason you once knew, the best friend that you would now definitely never be able to see again.

Because he was dead.

But the memory of him was haunting your days and nights like some sort of fever dream you couldn't escape. Even when you moved out of the manor, you felt his presence still looming over you, tormenting your very being. The ghost of his fingers pressing against your skin and those lingering kisses that you pretended with every ounce of your body you hated.

After a whole year, you realised you couldn't escape him, even if he was dead, his memory still carried on. At least that's what you believed as you stumbled into your apartment after a long shift at the station. Until you noticed the figure in your room dressed in a familiar black and red suit, one you had told about at work, the infamous red hood attire.

But as the man turned around, a large grin on his face, your fear turned into pure shock.

"Miss me?" Jason asked, teeth smiling at you like some sort of predator.

Within minutes you were pressed face down on the mattress, your ass sticking up for Jason's perverse nature as his hands groped at your bare skin. You were trembling, goose bumps littering your skin whenever his finger tips grazed it.

"I knew you would of missed me but I didn't realise how much," Jason chuckled darkly, fingers poking at your drenched folds.

"You're insane," you barked at him, feeling a mix of emotions.

The slap against your cunt is harsh, full of the rage of not being able to see you for so long like it was your fault. It makes you grip onto the sheets in front of you, squealing at the impact as he does it again.

"Fuck," you hissed, biting on your bottom lip to keep your noises in. "I hate you." There's a edge of sadness to your tone, tears buried deep from your time apart and you knew he could sense it.

"You miss me. I mean you're already coating my fingers." He's all smugness behind you, relishing the way his touch makes you crumble so easy before him.

"No, I don't." Your words are choked in your throat and you find yourself pushing back tears to hide your overwhelming emotions.

"Lie to yourself all you want but your body always tells the truth," Jason said, fingers sliding in to your walls. You clench around him, sucking him in greedily and holding him there in hopes he wouldn't leave. "See."

"You left me here," the tears have escaped, sliding down your face. There's no fighting the truth now.

In one swift motion he has you flipped onto your back, caging your body with his as hovers over you.

You try to hide your face, lip quivering as you look to the side. But Jason pinched your chin, turning your face to him as he looks down at you with a knowing smirk.

"Is my pretty girl crying over me," he taunted, thumb gliding over your cheek to wipe your tears in what should be a loving motion.

"Fuck you," you let out in a sob, biting your tongue as his cock slid against your pussy.

"I missed you too," he told you, eyes softening at your face. He slid himself into your walls, making you wince slightly at the pleasurable stretch.

Your hands reached out to cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist wishing to keep him there forever.

"I won't ever leave you again," he whispers against your lips, rolling his hips into yours as he eases you into. "I promise." 

You eat up his words with your lips, closing the distance between you as you become malleable in his hold.

He would never leave you again because you wouldn't let him.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Yanderes who wake up and see their Darling sleeping in bed next to them, and they get a burst of happiness and excitement knowing that they a) spent the night in bed with them and b) they get to keep them close and see them like this every day now

Even Gremlin-era Tomura has those moments and he finds that he craves this feeling of happiness. It's not as fleeting as the rush from killing someone, and he finds himself curling up next to Darling. But after a while, he feels like he's TOO happy. TOO content. So he has to find a way to corrupt it; he'll kiss and grope them and rub his cock against them to wake them up, and smile when they let out a confused and scared whimper.

Jason Todd craves that feeling too, but there's no desire to corrupt it. He'll take a few pictures of Darling asleep, looking so cute and vulnerable in his bed, and then turn over to stare at them and stroke them a little. It's turned into a little ritual whenever he gets back late at night: take off the cowl, triple check the security around the hideout, eat something, and then fall asleep watching his Darling next to him.

[unicreamuwu]

Batgirl! Reader Info

(This is for my new yandere batfam series!)

(DO NOT steal my art!)

Full Name: Y/N Wayne (Because Bruce legally adopted)

Main Alias: Batgirl

Other Aliases:

Devil Child

200 IQ

Batsie Baby (By Harley)

Relatives:

Deceased Father

Deceased Mother

Deceased Unborn Brother

Unknown 4 aunts

Unknown Grandmother

Deceased Unknown Grandfather

Bruce Wayne (Adoptive Father)

Damian Wayne (Adoptive Older Brother)

"Close Allies"

Alfred Pennyworth

Dick Grayson

Barbara Gordon

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Cassandra Cain

Stephanie Brown

Affiliation

Batman Family

Batgirls

Base of Operations: Gotham City

Alignment: Good

Identity: Secret Identity

Citizenship: (Your Nationality)

Occupation:

Vigilante

Test Subject

Gender: Female

Age: 6-7

Height: Slightly shorter than an average child

Weight: (Your weight)

Likes:

Batsie (Her bat plush)

Dress Ups

Family Trips

Shopping

Money

Slumber Parties

Tea Parties

Alfred's Sweets

"Business Meetings"

Romance Stories

Reading and writing in her secret diary

Dislikes:

Uncomfortable clothes

Chores

Studies

Nightmares

Stress

Thunderstorms

Bruce's lectures

Her mother's side of the family