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"he's so babygirl coded" (he has killed so many people. and he will kill more)

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Platonic Yan!Batboys with a quiet Darling

Whether you're just a naturally quiet person or if you decide to limit liability by keeping to yourself—this is how Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian (referred to as a unit) would react.

TW: Bullying (they call MC stupid). Implied prior kidnapping. They’re the fucking worst here lol.

General headcanons.

Notes: couldn't think of individual headcanons, so here's the general vibe in the house. Divided into General, Naturally quiet, and Purposefully quiet.

The Wayne manor is a tough-love household, occupied by four young men who constantly tease and berate each other and two adults who mostly stay out of it.

When you're kidnapped and thrown into the fray, you find yourself at both the top and bottom of the pecking-order.

Your wishes are granted the moment you utter them (and sometimes before you even say it). Your physical safety is regarded as the highest priority. You're the jewel of the family, the thought on everyone's minds, and they would die for you—kill for you.

But what you don't have? Respect.

You're constantly put down, backed into verbal corners as they goad you into defending yourself. And when you don't? They proceed as if their taunts are true, because if you don't defend yourself it's the same as admittance, right?

A running joke in the family is that you're stupid.

Sweet, stupid you. Your wits are wholly outmatched by the brilliant minds in the Wayne house, as seen by how meek you are.

You can't come up with a defense for yourself. You don't know the schools of thought they're referencing. You don't even have a comment during dinner conversations. It's obvious that you're just simple-minded, and that's okay.

Like you're a puppy; they'll hug you close and talk simply to you. The world would swallow you alive, so learn your place.

If you're naturally quiet:

You'll be at the brunt-end of some backhanded insults, followed by everyone's laughter. On the worst of days, one of the boys will call you a pet and no one will refute. While they consider you a beloved family member, you're also a toy to be passed around.

They'll leave you out of most talks, content as long as you're nestled into someone's side. Instead, they wait for the next time they can hear your sweet voice, anxious to pick apart your words and challenge you.

When they do force you to speak (like Bruce asking you about your day), all talk falls off so they can hear you. Each member of the family wants to be at the receiving end of your conversations, and it takes much scolding for them to not jump you with questions and comments.

Even if you prove your intelligence by other means, you're still amongst some of the smartest men in the country. So what you graduated at the top of your class? That your IQ is in a high percentile? You're nothing compared to them, so sit back down.

Overall, it won't be that bad if you have thick skin. They love you so dearly, and would let up on the bullying if you got emotional each time. But they would always believe you to be a little slow, even if they don't vocalize it.

If you reveal you choose not to talk:

Being needled day-in and day-out about your intelligence would wear anyone down. You may not be as smart as them, but your come-backs could leave them limping.

It all reaches a head, one day, when they catch you at a bad time.

You explode on them, ripping them to pieces with all the scathing remarks you've been saving. It feels good showing them what you're made of, to see them floundering for words.

You tell them you're not some incompetent little pet and that you simply don't consider them worth talking to.

This admission would drop the temperature in the house.

Yanderes are selfish. They go on crazy power-trips, especially when they have their Darling on a leash. So when you rip the rug out from beneath them by saying "you had me pinned wrong all along," they'll do everything they can to get that power back.

"How dare you?" they think. "How dare you deny them part of yourself? How dare you lie?"

They wouldn't know how to handle you at first. When you're in their presence, it would either be silent or occupied by stilted conversations. They're just so heartbroken, like a version of you had died.

They would want to discover the real you. Don't even consider going back to silence, because they would never allow it.

You would be forced to sit with them, arms and hands clamped securely around you to ensure you remain seated (and to intimidate you into submitting), and they would ask you question after question.

Hypothetical situations, personal history, your general feelings on moral topics. They want to know it all.

If you talk, then things will slowly, slowly, fall into a new normal. You'll be expected to participate at dinner and questioned if you don't have anything to say. Guilt tripping will run rampant, followed by a not-so-subtle threat of punishment for deception.

They can't get enough of you. It irks them still that you kept yourself hidden for so long, but you're talking with them now and that's all that matters. You're still their little pet, but one they can't tease as much.

Thankfully, they're creative and will come up with new ways to get on your nerves, but no one will question your intelligence again.

If you keep quiet, then you're in trouble. They can't hurt you, but they can still be bastard older brothers.

They'll shove you into closets and keep you inside for hours, sit on you, pour salt in your drinks, physically rattle you, and just generally be mean pieces of shit. You will speak, even if it's to scream.

No topic of belittlement is left untouched if you refuse to speak. If hassling you won't work, then ripping you apart to trick you into defending yourself might. They would even plan elaborate schemes to frame you for rule-breaking, just so they could hear you defend yourself to Bruce.

You better have the absolute thickest skin, or else you'll have a mental breakdown.

They want every remark you'll give them—every insult, every plead, every opinion—and they'll drag it out of you by whatever means necessary.

#bats

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Yuuji x puppy hybrid! readers headcanons

SFW:

he adopts you after his grandfather passes, it’s lonely coming home to an empty house, he likes the idea of a sweet eager thing bounding up to him 

that said, he’s willing to be very patient. he’ll be tempted to adopted hybrids who’ve been there longer and if that means some initial shyness or nipping - well, he was the only one visiting his grandfather for a reason, he can handle it. 

he’s strong. you haven’t been picked up and carried around like he does since you were just a pup, but he loves to scoop you up into his lap when he puts on movies. this also means if you whine too much about bed or bathtime he’ll just Grab You

that said, he’s very lax about house rules, will let you on the furniture and give you more treats than the vet reccomends because your eyes are just too cute

So many ear scritches, all he wants to do is ruffle your hair and give you pets

NSFW below cut 

praise kink praise kink praise kink

he loves the way your tail wags when he calls you a good puppy, so obedient, so good for your owner, loves that even when you hide your face and try to clamp your thighs shut, you can’t control the thump thump thump of a puppy who loves their owner so damn much

sweet degradation, usually by deprecating himself too. you’re just a dumb mutt but that makes two of you, he says with a laugh, your owner’s pretty dumb too.

has endless stamina, no matter how gentle he is, after a few hours you’ll be whining and gaping. the picture of a perfect fuckpet. 

loves to have you ride him so he can watch the soft parts of you jiggle, see your eyes roll back when he hits the right spot inside you. 

loves to put you in the mating press, murmuring how he’s gonna fill you up so good puppy, pounding into you so hard you won’t be able to walk in the morning 

(it’s okay, he’ll always be there to carry you) 

#yuuji × reader #yuuji itadori x reader #puppy reader #puppy hybrid reader #jjk imagines

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Yuuji × chubby!reader (some d/s at the end)

Strength kink strength kink strength kink

He can lift a car, you're light as a feather to him

Thinks its a travesty you've never been carried before and makes sure to give you piggybacks, random fireman carries to kiss you, etc. Your shocked giggles when he twirls you in his arms can soothe any bad day

Loves taking naps on your thighs, chest, ass, etc. Any plush part of you is his well-loved pillow.

Once you've started dating he doesn't even try to pretend he isn't staring. This boy told his future principal about his type and puts bikini girl posters on his wall, he has no shame about ogling the pretty way your ass jiggles when you leave the room.

NSFW

he also thinks its a shame you've never been manhandled and gets to work showing you you're just as easy to treat like a doll as anyone else to him

Holding you up against a wall, ankles to your ears if you're flexible enough, and promising he isn't gonna drop you, baby, you weigh like nothing, let him use you

If you like being a brat, you're probably used to being able to tell doms to make you when you know they can't actually move you around, you're heavier than them. Yuuji hoists you over his shoulder before the words have finished leaving your mouth, because he can, if you wanna play that way, babe.

#yuuji × reader #chubby reader #yuuji itadori x reader #gn reader

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I just want Toji to shove a gun down my throat I'm not asking for much

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I feel like Toji would love it if you got off on him being playboy, finally he gets a fucktoy that knows its place

Just a warm hole for him to use, ideally with a place to crash in - he's always happy to remind you you're just one of dozens gagging for his dick at any given time if you can't provide for him, so prove you're worth the effort.

#mean toji is my life #toji x reader #mean #humiliation

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toji x reader russian roulette noncon

i haven’t been able to stop thinking about toji playing russian roulette. maybe you were the actual mark or (more likely, his priority is completing the job and getting the money) just a pretty witness he decided to take with him instead of killing

either way you end up on his lap while he spins the barrel of a revolver and grins at you. you can feel how hard he is underneath you, and how his cock twitches when you jump and whimper as he presses the gun to your forehead. 

takes a drag of his cig and asks if you wanna make a bet on if this chamber is loaded? 

if you’re real cute you might be able to convince him to play with it pointed at your knee instead, but the stakes are less fun then so you better be ready to keep him invested

#toji x reader #gunplay #noncon #russian roulette

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Hello ooo sorry for the long absence but I'm hopefully back!! I'm very into jjk rn so there might be some Toji stuff incoming

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Dio fucking your thighs,, feeling his cock rub against you and it's so /big/, him laying on top of you and practically crushing you beneath him.

Scooping his cum off your thighs after and feeding it to you,,

#dio x reader

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Sugar Daddy Bruno hcs:

- please call him daddy

- please

- he's so gentle you have to spend like 3 months convincing him to be rough and then he blows your back out

- more gift giving than shopping, he likes choosing for you and seeing your happy surprised face

- he likes food and wine, will teach you about them if you aren't very knowledgeable

- values conversational skills a lot

- he won't tell you about his job, and the only time he'll ever get visibly angry is if you push on it

- clearly stressful, though, and you're his oasis

- will pay for you to live in an apartment he chooses

- it makes him feel safer, and he's able to position trusted passione members in the same building to keep an eye on you

-listen idk how to write bruno without him being a little creepy, our boy licks people

#bruno buccerati #bruno buccellati #jjba imagines #bruno x reader #sugar daddy

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Posting here from my Twitter thread

Sugar daddies (and mommies and parents) are my fave and I don't have like coherent thoughts so I'm just gonna give my ~hcs~

Dio:

- stupidly rich. croesus eat your heart out. will take you designer clothes shopping and spend a semester's tuition on you alone.

- "how much is a banana? 10 dollars?"

- you're going shopping all the time, and you will be required to give decent input on his gaudy clown outfits

- doesn't care about food but will take you to exclusive restaurants to show off

- it's about the Power Dynamics (tm)

- this is inherently d/s thing for him, he expects obedience and a docile toy in exchange for being the most spoiled pet there ever was

- collars collars collars, one for every outfit, all with his name

- does not actually get off on being called daddy but won't stop you

#jjba imagines #dio #dio x reader #d/s #sugar daddy

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Thinking about Pucci guiding you in worshipping Dio, helping you straddle his lap and telling you it's alright, this is holy too.

Tasting your own blood in Dio's mouth like it's communion, calling him your god, saying hail marys while you ride him, your wrists bound with a rosary.

#diopucci #pucci x reader #dio x reader #blasphemy #religious kink

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[Dio × reader, human furniture, d/s]

Dio using you as a footstool. Heels digging into the small of your back as he reclines, looking every bit a king on his throne. Terrance and Ice and the others come and go as needed throughout the day, without paying you any mind. They know better, by now.

It doesn't matter if your arms burn or wobble, you must please your Lord (you God) and accept this honor. It's not merely another job or task, you've been gifted with the touch of your lord, with being allowed in the same room as him.

If you can last all day, he'll pull you into his lap after and allow you to thank him over and over for allowing you the honor of serving him and give you indulgent kisses for being such an obedient pet.

#dio #dio x reader

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Kakyoin giving and coming back to Dio. Kneeling and begging forgiveness for his betrayal.

Dio petting his hair and kissing him and telling him all is forgiven, he's a merciful God.

But sins must still be *atoned* for.

#diokak #cw manipulation #cw abusive relationship

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Imagine praying to Dio while he comes on your face;; working himself over while you kneel and worship your Lord

#dio #dio brando #nsfw #worship kink

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Power Signalling

Kneeling. (It’s not popular for no reason.) Ordered to kneel as punishment or as a show of deference. Shoved physically to the ground by hands on their shoulders, maybe a kick to the back of the knee. Picking themself up off the ground but only getting as far as hands and knees. Crawling because they haven’t got the strength to stand any more. Dropping to their knees from exhaustion, or despair.

Personal space. Casually invading it. Uninvited touch - from the deeply creepy to something as simple as a firm hand on the shoulder. Standing too close - especially if taller or otherwise physically stronger. Conversely, hurrying to get out of someone’s way.

Eye contact. Staring someone down. Who is first to look away? Averting eyes for one’s social superiors. Insisting that someone maintain eye contact while you’re talking to them. Insisting that someone never look you in the eye. Trying to de-escalate by avoiding eye contact. Singling someone out just by looking at them. Too frightened or ashamed to look someone in the eye.

More generally, attention. The room falls quiet when they walk in. Who cuts in, and who gets talked over. Ignoring those who are beneath your attention. The excited attention given to the object of respect and idolisation. The careful, wary focus given to a potential threat. Deliberately attending to something else to appear less threatening. Deliberately burying oneself in something else to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

Codified status behaviours. Bowing to one’s superiors. Bonus points if there are differentiated kinds of bowing for different status differentials. Soldiers coming to attention when a superior officer comes in. Saluting. Who greets whom first? Serving food in a particular order. Standing up when a respected person enters the room.

Non-verbal threats. Just resting a hand on a weapon, or perhaps even just near a weapon. Cracking knuckles or rolling shoulders. Clenched fists. The little come-get-some-then lift of the chin. Stepping from a conversational stance into one that’s balanced for fight or flight. Pointing a weapon at someone. Casually brushing aside a weapon.

Conversely, de-escalation and surrender. Open hands, spread in front of them. Hands above head. (Raised slowly, transitioning from the simple woah-calm-down gesture to full on surrender as the situation gets tenser.) Going still. Slow, careful movements being sure to keep hands where they can be seen. Laying down weapons. Hands on head. Getting down on the floor. Deliberately making oneself vulnerable to prove non-hostile (or non-resisting) intent.

Alternately, deliberately showing “vulnerability” to demonstrate how little of a threat you consider the other person. The slouch of villainy. Casually putting weapons away or turning one’s back, confident that they won’t do anything. Open posture, casual, relaxed in the face of apparent danger.

Signs of fear. Flinching. Trembling. Closed, defensive posture. Tension. Backing away. Fidgeting. Lip-biting. Arms hugged close to chest. Or refusing to lower defences. Checking for escape routes. Trying to insist that they don’t come any closer.

Offers of or requests for help. Extending a hand to help someone up off the ground. Reaching out a hand in a silent plea. Do they have to ask for help? Are they willing to accept it? Do they get a choice? Who has plenty and who has to rely on the other’s goodwill? Picking someone up off the ground. Carrying them. (Dropping them?) Adjusting someone’s clothes. Withholding aid.

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“taste my divinity and choke on it, / cough it up and swallow it back down / feel my fingers pressed against your throat / you are mine. / you are mine.”

— { kiki’s garden ; i’m a beast of a girl.   }