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uravitypng · 5 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲-

god your tummy is just so squishy and they want to lay on your stomach to feel your warmth and your plump body underneath them. they just want to lift up your top so that there's skin to skin content while they just place their hand on your tummy because it's the most comfiest place their hand can rest on. they want to take a bite of your stomach rolls, give them a nibble, they just want to mark your tummy up so much. he wants to wrap his arms around your soft tummy and pull your body against his. they lose their train of thought when they think of you wearing tighter clothes that make your tummy more visible and prominent than in your other clothes. if you ever wore a crop top in front of them be ready for them to lose their minds, they'll insist on taking a photo together of the two of you as a reminder about how confident you look dressed up all cute in the crop top but really they just wanted a photo of you wearing it because you look so hot.

— EIJIROU KIRISHIMA, izuku midoriya, keigo tamaki, hizashi yamada, ATSUMU MIYA, shoyo hinata, yu nishinoya, lev haiba, TORU OIKAWA, manjiro 'mikey' sano, yuuji itadori, satoru gojo, MEGURU BACHIRA

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬-

they try to keep their eyes on your face, they swear they do but when they see your thick thighs expand as you sit down they find it hard, they're memorised watching as your thighs increase in size as you get comfortable in your chair. they're the ones who fuck into their fists at nights imagining that they're fucking your soft thighs instead, imagining the jiggle of your plush skin and how your thighs look like they're swallowing his cock. they're the ones at night who hump their pillow, creating friction on their clits, while they dream about riding your soft thigh instead. they watch you stand on your tippy toes trying to reach something on a high shelf, they see your skirt lift up higher and they basically drool as they see your upper thighs, catching a glance of the dimples of your skin and your cellulite before your skirt goes back to normal as you come back down off your tippy toes.

— denki kaminari, mina ashido, rumi usagiyama, IZUKU MIDORIYA, keigo tamaki, issei 'mattsun' matsukawa, TETSURO KUROO, ryunosuke tanaka, hitoka yachi, osamu miya, ken 'draken' ryuguji, takuma ino, satoru gojo, yoichi isagi

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬-

oh boy your love handles are so multipurpose for them. the need to kneed them after grabbing you by your love handles and keeping you close to their body. they watch as you walk your love handles move along with you, almost hynotisingly. they think about holding your love handles while you're sitting on their lap, imagining stroking your skin delicately and moving you by your love handles up and down on their thigh or their cock, having control on the way you move above them. they're imagining holding so tight they'll leave pretty bruises on your soft pudgy skin so you'll remember who made you feel good as they drag you along their thigh pressing perfectly against your clit, they'll imagine holding your love handles as they move you up and down on their cock while you take it and try your best to not to collapse feeling like a pile of jelly due to the pleasure you're receiving. they imagine about how your love handles would so malleable underneath their hands.

— TOUYA 'DABI' TODOROKI, hitoshi shinso, katsuki bakugou, mei hatsume, shota aizawa, enji todoroki, KEI TSUKISHIMA, keishin ukai, rintarou suna, TAKASHI MITSUYA, maki zenin, kento nanami, rin itoshi, rensuke kunigami

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬-

short legs or long legs either way they're into it. they love the plumpness of them. when you wear raised shoes, even if they've only slightly have a heel or a raise they're drooling over your legs in them and how your legs have a curvy shape while wearing them. when you're not wearing heels or boots they're still going to be drooling over your legs because they just look so squishy and pillowy. they reckon you'd squeal and feel ticklish if they placed delicate kisses underneath on the bottom side of your knee. wrapping your legs around them for any reason? they love it. they imagine when they're in bed having you in a mating press with your legs on their shoulders. they imagine wrapping your legs around their waist if they're strong enough to carry you. they've had to change the bedsheets on more than one occasion because they've had a wet dream or have gotten cum everywhere on the sheets as they picture you wearing knee high socks and matching canvas shoes.

— tenya iida, OCHAKO URARAKA, momo yaoyorozu, mirio togata, kotaro bokuto, wakatoshi ushijima, hajime 'iwa' iwaizumi, TADASHI YAMAGUCHI, kiyoko shimizu, kazutora hanemiya, hakkai shiba, shoko ieiri, anri teieri, toge inumaki, reo mikage

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬/𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬-

the squish, the softness, the stretch marks, the flabbiness, sign them up. they love everything about your arms and hands. they're the ones who love when you wear short sleeves they see your stretch marks that decorate your arms and it's just so beautiful. when you grab hold of them by their wrist or you hold hands they think about how soft your hands feel, your chunky fingers grabbing on tightly to them, bringing you both comfort. they love it when you carry anything under your upper arms, they're not really sure why but it just gets them going. they cherish when you stroke their hair, they get to feel your chubby fingers make patterns on their head and they could easily fall asleep. they love hotter days when you wear summer dresses with spaghetti straps that slightly dig into your skin.

— tsuyu 'tsu' asui, shoto todoroki, TAMAKI AMAJIKI, jin bubaigawara, kyouka jirou, shinsuke kita, kenma kozume, kenji akaashi, osamu miya, CHIFUYU MATSUNO, kasumi miwa, OKKOTSU YUUTA, hyoma chigiri

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭-

they're not perverts, they're not! they swear it! ...but they spend the majority of their time thinking about your chest or looking at it. they can't help it, no matter what you're wearing they always look so good and pliable, it's not their fault if your tits look squeezable. they love when you wear those push up bras on night outs, especially when you wear low cut tops with it. their favourite is when you're not wearing a bra at all though, they love knowing that you're comfortable enough around them to prefer comfort over style when you're alone together hanging out. sometimes they feel the need to look away bashfully when they spot that your nipples are visible. they love when your breasts swing low and move freely in the long comfy tops you wear, it makes them imagine the feel of them in their hands, how soft and heavy they are. they've heard before that bigger chests typically have sensitivity, they want to test that so bad.

— HANTA SERO, denki kaminari, neito monoma, natsuo todoroki, TAKAHIRO 'MAKKI' HANAMAKI, satori tendou, saeko tanaka, takemichi hanagaki, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, meguru bachira, SEISHIRO NAGI

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬-

they're the human embodiment "i hate to see her leave but i love to watch her walk away." they can't decide if they prefer it when you wear short skirts, mini skirts, short dresses, pencil skirts, or leggings, your ass looks so good in all of them. they love the way your leggings and pencil skirts cling to your body and they love the short skirts and dresses that show more of your ass when you bend down or dance and sway, if they look close enough they can spot your underwear while you spin around and dance. they love the jiggle of your ass and they imagine late at night the loud slapping noises that would happen when their hips make contact with your ass while they thrust into you. doggy style and spanking are two things that make them go wild with the wobble of your curvaceous ass bouncing in time with their movements.

— tomura shigaraki, eijirou kirishima, touya 'dabi' todoroki, KATSUKI BAKUGOU, daichi sawamura, tobio kageyama, sakusa kiyoomi, takashi mitsuya, AOI TODO, YUUJI ITADORI, shoei barou, jinpachi ego

(my hero academia, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock)

not all chubby people have bigger breasts, obviously, but the last line on the chest section suggests that it's about someone that does

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itoshiexx · 9 months

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pretty

synopsis: when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you're so much more than pretty.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 845 | warnings: established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, insecurities, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but reader is implied to wear makeup, suggestive at the end!!, aged up characters

notes: it’s me, hi, i'm the problem it's me! i'm back with this idea i had while i was trying some clothes. kinda hate how this turned out but whatever, i'm sad

masterlist part 2 (nsfw)

you never really took long to get ready. it was one of the reasons rin loved you so much: you were practical with your outfit and your makeup, and very good at managing your time. for someone as the young itoshi, who screamed practicality, you were a perfect match.

it is why rin is standing up from his place on the living room’s couch, sprinting towards your shared bedroom — to understand why you are taking so long. if you don’t leave soon, you might be late for your dinner reservations.

entering the bedroom door, rin spots you easily. you are standing in front of the mirror, with nothing but your underwear on, staring at your reflection with a lost gaze.

he decides he doesn’t like this gaze on you.

“what’s wrong?” his question seems to break you from whatever stupor you were in; his bluntness catching you off guard in an unusual manner, since you were used to your boyfriend’s direct nature.

rin is met with silence. your lips part and close several times, but nothing comes out. his brows furrow, and he takes a few steps inside to take a closer look to you.

your hands are wandering through your skin — from the plush of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist, stopping at your tummy. then, they move further to your ribs, chest, shoulders, up until your neck.

it’s like you’re analyzing something, although rin can’t quite pinpoint what it is. he could almost say you’re admiring yourself, if not for the slight furrow of your brows and the crisp on your lips.

“do you… do you think i’m pretty, rin?”

your voice is so small it scares him for a moment. he wasn’t expecting such a question. nevertheless, rin takes a few more steps until he’s right behind you in the mirror, and his arms find home in your waist in a tight embrace. you shiver feeling the material of his white button up shirt against your bare skin.

you feel his scrutinizing gaze from over your shoulder, and you have to fight the urge to hide. it’s silly, and you know; because you never have to hide from rin. he has seen you, all of you, way too many times.

but there’s just something about this moment that makes you feel so little and so insecure, because the stupid voices in your head keep telling you bad things about yourself. and you also know that they are just intrusive thoughts, and that you shouldn’t listen to them, but right now it’s really fucking hard.

“pretty?” he repeats, a little breathless. his eyes wander through every bit of you, like he’s trying to commit to memory. “you’re asking me if i think you’re pretty?”

you shake your head. “forget it, i shouldn’t have asked—”

“love,” rin interrupts your rambling, “you are so much more than pretty.”

you blink a few times, unsure you heard him right. rin’s hold on you tightens.

“you are beautiful.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, still staring intently at your figure. “you are… god. you’re breathtaking.”

he leaves a featherlight kiss on your neck, and you can’t help but feel incredibly shy under his strong gaze. rin stares at you as if you are the most beautiful creature that has ever landed on earth, like some sort of divine being that came from the heavens to bless every human lucky enough to deserve to cross your path. probably because, to him, that was exactly what you were.

and rin was the luckiest of them all, for he was the one who you chose to call “lover”, the one that could spend every minute of his existence by your side, bathing in your glow, basking in the warmth of every one of your smiles.

he was the one that could feel the texture of your skin beneath his fingertips and worship your body like some kind of temple, giving all the love it deserved. and if you were asking him that question, well… then maybe he wasn’t worshiping you enough.

“baby,” his right hand leaves your waist and trails all the way to your shoulder, where he leaves another kiss. “look at me.”

you shake your head no. you miss the way his expression turns pained. “please?”

you sigh. you’re such a goner for itoshi rin. and he knows that anything he asks in that tone will be granted. so, albeit hesitantly, you do what he says, and meet his gaze in the mirror.

the small smile he gives you is enough to send your heart into a frenzy, giving you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that always appear when it comes to him.

“you are everything good in this world,” he says, like it’s the truth, like it’s all he’s ever known.

then, gently turning you around to face him, he grips your waist tightly and brings his face impossibly close to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips are hovering above yours.

“and i will show you just how much.”

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mochikofi · 8 months

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i really liked the yoichi and reo nsfw alphabet!! can i req one for rin? 🥺

Itoshi Rin NSFW alphabet

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He'd be affectionate after sex, he will leave kisses and hickeys on your body and he wouldn't care if people will see them. But after that, he will massage your body while praising you about how you took him so well.

B - Body Parts (their favorite body parts of them and their partner)

Rin loves his fingers. He would watch you squirm around his fingers while he curls them inside your pussy.

He loves your hands. He would hold them while fucking you slowly, he loves how little your hands are compared to his. He loves it when you give him a handjob with the cute little hands of yours.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He'll cum on your back or stomach. He have a great pull out game tbh so both of you don't care about condoms.

D - Dirty Secrets (a secret of theirs)

He's thinking about putting a tattoo of your name on his cock. Not totally on his cock but close to his cock. He wants you to know that he and his cock are yours <3

E - Expirience (how expirienced are they)

He's not totally expirienced but he was watching porn to learn about the things he can do to you, to pleasure you, and to punish you (yes he can be a little bit mean sometimes.)

F - Favorite Position

He likes everything tbh as long as he can see your pretty tits bounce. His mouth waters at the sight of your tits so expect him always sucking your tits even when he's fucking you.

G - Goofy (are they more serious or goofy during the moment)

He's serious. He's afraid that he will mess up and make you uncomfortable so don't expect some joke coming from him. But if you wanna lessen his worries, then go crack some joke while holding his face, he will crack a smile.

H - Hair (how groomed are they)

He's fully groomed. He doesn't like the fact that some hair goes over your mouth when you suck him off.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment)

He's very romantic. He will ask you if you're okay and comfortable and he LOVES holding your hands. Tbh he's pretty vanila so yeah..

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely jacks off but if he's desperate of having you then it leaves him no choice. You will see him whimpering your name while holding his pretty cock <3

K - Kink (one or more of their kink)

Definitely praise kink. He will melt if you keep praising him like it drives him insane to the point that he wants to fuck you always just so you can praise him.

L - Location (favorite places to do)

Bedroom. To him, he can do many positions in the bedroom so if he's feeling horny then he will just pick you up and throw you on the bed.

Couch. It's not everyday you guys have sex on the couch but if he's feeling lazy but horny at the same time then he will ask you to cockwarm him.

M - Motivation (what turns them on)

Again, your praisings.. he will do anything just for you to praise him. Heck he fucking loves it when you say that he's better than sae.

N - No (something they wouldn't do)

He's willing to do everything as long as it's safe. He won't put you in too much pain and if you still insist then expect a silent treatment.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

He prefers giving. To be honest, he's the best at pussy eating. He will make out with your pussy if he can but nooo there's practice.

But when it comes to receiving then he'll be loud as fuck. He'll whimper, sob, and cry your name out loud. He will praise you while holding your head.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

As i mentioned, he's pretty vanilla. So expect many romantic words coming from him while fucking you slow. But if you want him to go faster then you'll have to beg for it.

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickie)

He thinks it's okay. Sometimes if he really can't take it anymore then he'll drag you to the nearest room/bathroom and fuck you there. But be aware, if he's in a mood for quickie then it means he's gonna go fast.

R - Risk (do they take risk)

Yes he takes risk. Heck he even fucked you in his brothers room just to annoy sae even tho he didn't know. But still, he does it sometimes if he's angry with sae.

S - Stamina (how long do they last)

I'd say he last about 3-4 rounds. He's too tired because of bachira going fly-day.

T - Toy (do they use toys)

Yes he uses toys, only for you tho. He loves watching you squirm, begging for him to put his cock inside instead of some stupid toy.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you if he's bored. He will put a vibrator on your panties and watch you try not to moan out loud. He always feel your glare when he does it. But when you're home then it's his turn to be teased.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

As i said earlier, he doesn't hold anything back. He won't have any shame of moaning your name loud to the point that sae can even hear it.

W - Wild card (random headcanon)

He got you a vibrator that is almost the same size like his cock on your birthday. You guys use it everytime you're both bored.

X - X-Ray (how long are they)

8-9 inches. This man works out A LOT so it's obvious he's packing.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Surprisingly average. He can manage his time between you and soccer but if he had to choose then he'll choose you.

Z - Zzz (how quick they fall asleep)

He's quick. The moment he's done taking a bath with you, he will ask for permission to suck your tits and fall asleep.

navigation. - nsfw/sfw alphabet masterlist.

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hiddenlife-manager · 10 months

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Shidou Chubby NSFW

Shidou Ryusei x Chubby Fem Reader

cw… creampie, implied second round, friends with benefits, chubby reader, female reader, panties, pervert Shidou, slight voyeurism, choking, most clothed, slutty Shidou, pregnancy mention, and dom Shidou

notepad… dude this one took so long to get inspo. But I like it ish. Cause I wanted to do chubby reader but I’m not still good at it so uh work with me. I also have a Jude Bellingham ready and a sniper Poe one ready.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, and a hand was placed on your lips, muffling your screams while you were dragged into an empty classroom. The hand let go of your lips directly after being dragged into the class, and the door was shut. You turned to see Shidou Ryusei, the one man who has allegedly fucked almost all the women who attended the school.

"What the fuck, Shidou!" He shushed you and pulled you close to him by your hips, his big hands holding onto your dips.

"I missed you, baby…" He dragged out the last word, placing his lips against your neck.

"Shidou, you’re such a fucking dog." You groaned while attempting to push him off of you.

"Your panties just aren’t enough. Your smell is almost gone." He muttered, holding you close, his hands lowering down to your ass. Gripping the fat from your ass.

"I’ll just give you the ones I’m wearing." You said this to him, and he shook his head. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to shove himself into you and feel pure bliss.

"I want you, baby; don’t do this to me." He moved his hands and began to touch your tummy, holding your belly fat with nothing but admiration. God baby, you are so soft, and I just want to put myself in your cunt." He groaned.

"Shidou, just take my panties." He chuckled, grabbing your waist while picking you up as if you were light as a feather. He walked you over to a classroom window and pressed you to the window. As your breast squished against the window. "Shidou, you are just a horny bastard."

"Is there a problem with that?" He gripped your thighs while lifting your skirt.

"Shidou I’m pressed against the window, you can’t possibly just- ah!" You whimpered as you felt Shidou's hand come into contact with your ass. Shidou was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled with the impact.

"Why should it matter, just shows who you belong to." He placed his head on your neck, his hands roaming your chubby body. He loved how soft you felt and how you felt perfect in his arms.

"Shidou, we’re just fuck bud- oh god-" You moaned as his hand went down to your cunt and began to circle his fingers on your clit, his other hand gripping your breast. Your hand is placed against the window.

"You’re such a slut." His one hand continued to rub circles as your legs shook from the pleasure.

"Don’t stop." You breathed out while his hand stopped. "Shidou!" You groaned, annoyed.

"Sorry, baby, but I just need to stuff you." You tried to protest and call him an asshole, but in that moment, you felt his cock pressed against your entrance.

"How did yo-" you cut yourself off as your hands slammed against the window, feeling his tip enter you.

"Don’t ask questions." He groaned as he slammed himself into you, his hands traveling up to your breast. You nodded weakly, while his hands held your hips dips, keeping you in place while he slammed his cock into your gummy walls. He loved how you took him in as your mouth opened up to moan loudly.

"Shid-" You cried as you used one of the hands pressed against the window to cover your mouth.

"Aww, don’t be fuckin quiet." He leaned down to your ear, nibbling on your ear, and slammed into you harder, allowing you to squeak out a louder moan. His left hand released your hip, keeping his right hand still on your hip and his left gripping your neck as you gasped for air, removing your hand from your mouth.

Your cunt squeezed onto him, throbbing around his cock. You were trying to catch your breath as Shidou fucked you hard. Moans leaving you shamelessly, Shidou wasn’t afraid to moan into your ear, telling you how amazing your pussy is.

"Let me cum in you." He groaned, and you shook your head.

"Don’t- ah- you fucking dar-" You let out a loud scream as your legs shook; it wasn't an orgasm, but you were so fucking close as you lost your footing, and Shidou kept holding you against the window. "They- th- they can see- us..." You dragged out the last word as he slapped your ass.

"Fuck…" He could now barely let out full sentences as you hugged him well against your gummy walls. His cock started to twitch inside of you.

"Fuck nervemind, please cum in me." You cried, and he chuckled lowly into your ear. His hands pulled you back from the window and put you directly bent on the desk. His hands gripped your hips, and he rammed himself harder into you. Your hands grip the desk, trying to stay up, and your legs feel weak.

The room sounded lewd with skin slapping and your slick dripping down your chubby thighs. Shidou loved your chubby figure, and he loved fucking it any way he wanted. You began drooling on the desk, you could squeeze him tighter again. Until Shidou groaned loudly, fucking you hard, hot ropes of his cum in you. You haven’t reached your high, and Shidou, knowing this, pulled at your hair, forcing you up as he thrust his orgasm into you.

You moaned as your legs gave out, crying out loudly, ignoring the fact that you were still at school. Shidou pulled out of you, keeping you stable on the desk while watching his cum pull out of your cute pussy.

"You… have to… buy me a plan B." You groaned as you tried to catch your breath.

"In return for your panties." He smirked, and you tried to turn to smack him.

"I let you cum in me; get me a plan B or I will kill you. I offered my panties at first." Shidou smirked, leaning down to your pussy placing your thighs around his neck. You gasped as his cold tongue piercing touched your clit. You tried to pull back from the stimulation as you felt overwhelmed. Shidou, you fuck- ahh."

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mariyumemi · 5 months

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Chubby reader representation in blue lock x reader stories

Okay, I never made a post on tumblr before so excuse me but.. IS IT JUST ME OR I JUST WISH THERE WAS LIKE MORE CHUBBY READERS IN BLUE LOCK FANFICS?? Like there's barely any in the tags. Don't get me wrong I love the fanfics you guys write and I'm thankful for the time you guys take of your day just to write for us and I love and thank you guys for that! I love reading all the stories! All the creativity you guys have is astonishing and honestly I'm jealous on how crazy talented you guys are in writing. Keeping me hooked in the story and waiting for the next chapter that I could just think about and gush about all day. But it's really disheartening when you guys describe the reader as skinny, tiny, small, frail, or petite.. It doesn't even feel like a reader anymore and just an oc.. LIKE NO THEY WOULDN'T PICK ME UP DAWG OR POUND ME STANDING UP WHILE HOLDING ME. I'm dying for blue lock x chubby reader. YOU CANNOT TELL ME NAGI WOULDN'T DATE A CHUBBY S/O!! OR ISAGI, HE WOULD LOVE THEIR PLUSHY THIGHS CMON!! EVEN BACHIRA, HE WOULD DATE A CHUBBY PERSON!! All I just wanna say is.. MORE CHUBBY READERS PLEASE!! Sorry if I sound like I'm complaining, but I just wish to see more representation of myself and so do others in blue lock fanfics! This goes for black people/POC too, being a black person myself. We exist guys!!

(I'm going to learn how to write fanfics one day so I can write for chubby people/black people like me <3 GIVE ME TIPS!!)

#chubby reader #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #plus size reader #anime x chubby reader #blue lock x chubby reader #chubby!reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #black reader #blue lock x black reader #x black reader #anime x black!reader

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bimbosandbubbles · 11 months

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God I’m just thinking about men who don’t mind hairy pussy—men who love hairy pussy! Men who still spread your cheeks apart and lick from your pussy to your crack even if the inner cheeks are littered with hair. Men who just love to inhale the scent stuck to the thick pubes—men that just get high off the sickly natural smell. Men who love to see your cute hairs get stuck to your wet pussy once he’s got you warming his thick cock. Men who encourage you to not shave—loving the feeling of the pads of his fingers grazing against the pokey follicles.

Men who are obsessed with seeing the bush once you take off your panties. Men who just can’t get enough when they feel the sweet wet slick that coats the tips of the hair once they put their big fingers in your cunt. Men who just love to see your ample form—tummy sticking out and his long extremities gripping the soft flesh,watching the skin peek out from the gaps of his fingers—while eating you out. Men who don’t care about getting pubes in his mouth while his tongue is flicking against your clit,only caring about the pretty pussy he’s drooling all over.

Men who’s dick gets rock hard when they see your pussy spread and thick pubes being all around the mound.

The men I’m talking about are….

Clark Kent,Miguel O’Hara, Bachira,Shidou, Okuyasu,Ciocolotta, Kira, Denji,Kishibe, Sukuna,Toji, Nanami, Luffy, Doflamingo, Shanks,Sanemi,Gyomei,Tengen,Akaza,Douma, Rengoku, Takemichi, Taiju, Sanzu.

There’s more buttt these are my fav examples🤭

#anime x reader #chubby reader #anime x chubby reader #demon slayer #one piece #smut anime #chubby reader smut #jojos bizarre adventure #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers #marvel x reader #dc x reader #blue lock #bluelock x reader #demon slayers #chainsaw man #chainsaw man smut

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queenofallimagines · 9 months

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Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games😭 embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock #bllk imagines #blue lock smut #Megaru bachira #bachira imagines #bachira meguru #blue lock x black reader #x chubby reader #blue lock bachira #bachira smut #meguru smut #Spotify #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru x reader

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monkayemporor · 5 months

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Around The World, But Never With You (Part 1)

Synopsis:

Micha Kaiser, world’s best striker, ace of Bastard München, and wife of Alexis Ness.

You, regular 9-5 worker, average, and Micha’s childhood friend.

You two were just friends, right? You wouldn’t listen to the words of a married woman, tempting you into bed, right?

Warnings:

Cheating - Toxic Relationship - Gaslighting - Fatshaming

Featuring: Male Reader - Female Kaiser - Female Ness (mentioned)

wc: 1,101

“God, you’re so fucking fat.”, Micha sneered, hands groping the pudge of your stomach as the two of you lay in bed together. She continued to press her chest against your back until there was no space between you and her.

Your relationship with Micha Kaiser was…odd to say the least. She constantly verbally abused you and made it her job to make you feel worthless. And yet, only to you that she revealed her unsatisfactory marriage to Alexis Ness. She even kept you close, choosing her wife to sleep in a separate bed. But the Kaiser never stopped going out of her way to ruin you. Humiliating you about your looks, weight, smarts…

The list went on and on. But through it all, Micha never let you go. The striker made you accompany her in place of Ness. No matter how many times you tried to end it, end being her side-piece, end being a homewrecker, she wouldn’t let you. Married or not, you were hers.

And she could do whatever she wanted with you, no care for what you thought. Why should she? She was an empress. And you, her forced retainer.

You hated it. You hated it so much. Especially now, with Kaiser forcing you into her bed. Even though Ness slept in a separate room, her presence was everywhere in the striker’s bedroom. From the perfume on the vanity to the clothes in the closet. It overwhelmed you so much you couldn’t breathe without being reminded of Micha’s room. And while Alexis readily took Kaiser’s excuse of you just being a friend, you knew at the first chance, she’d kill you.

But you couldn’t tell Micha though. All she would do was laugh it off and call you paranoid. Which wasn’t surprising considering she didn’t even take Alexis’ last name at their wedding.

“Come on, you aren’t going to say anything?”, taking her her hand away from you, Kaiser rolled away from you on the bed, her skirt slightly riding up to expose velvety thighs. “Micha…”, you sighed. An egotist like this woman was hard to please. But you were done, so done.

“You’re so useless, I don’t even know why I keep you around. You’re fat, useless, and a dumbass.”, she ranted, not even facing you. Of course, she would say this. But you were used to it—the risks of fighting back with her too much greater than protecting your dignity.

All you did in response was sigh. Nowadays, unlike the blonde who constantly ran around a field, you simply had no energy. You wondered what would happen if someone caught you like this. In bed with one of the greatest strikers. But Micha probably wouldn’t care. She had no qualms about dragging you to press events and galas, stirring up rumors that the two of you were more than friends. Though, most didn’t believe that. You were fat and disgusting. She was out of your league.

According to everyone, you were her charity case—a punching bag. And they weren’t wrong. Mostly.

“I’m sorry, Kaiser.”

Just apologize. Take it like it was your fault. Then she’d suddenly be in a sweeter mood, caressing you and buying you stuff your yearly salary couldn’t afford. Was this how Ness felt all the time? You had no idea why she clung to Micha like a loyal bitch.

Silence. And then you felt soft fingers trail up your legs, squeezing the fat of it along the way. “There, that wasn’t hard, was it?”, she cooed, her breath hot on your neck. When did she get so close? “You should worship me. I mean, I’m the only one who tolerates you, much less spoils you.”

You were tempted to bite back at her condensing words, but you knew that it wasn’t the right choice. Instead, you let her continue to taunt you. There was no fighting with Micha Kaiser. She wrapped her fingers around your own, holding onto it tightly as she rested her head in the crook of your neck, “I’m even risking my marriage just for you. You may be a fat pig, but you’re mine.”

When you didn’t respond, Kaiser lifted her head and stared down at you with a cool gaze. She wanted an answer. But you didn’t have one. It wasn’t like Micha was risking her marriage for you. Ness would never leave her. But every moment you spent with the striker risked your life. People like Alexis Ness wouldn’t hesitate to exact revenge. Revenge for ruining their marriage, revenge for stealing their wives.

With gritted teeth, you answered, “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.” Kaiser smirked, a satisfactory glint in her eyes. “Good. It seems like you’re not that dumb, pet.” God. You despised the nickname. And your obvious discomfort with it only made her use it more. You shifted your position in the bed until you were sitting against the silk pillows, blankets bunched up around you and Kaiser.

“It’s five. Ness will be back. I should get going.”, you mumbled, avoiding the other’s gaze. Micha rolled her eyes as she propped herself up next to you, “So? Who cares. What could she possibly do anyway?” Many things. Many, many things.

You glanced at the antique clock stationed on the nightstand, half past four. Thirty minutes to get out. Sensing your anxiousness, Kaiser gently–yet firmly gripped your chin and turned your head to face her. She squashed your chubby cheeks and leaned in closer to you, “What’s wrong? Hungry? I bet you are. A fat pig like you only cares about eating.” Her words were soft but sharp as they stabbed at your heart. You weren’t a pig. You knew you weren’t.

You tried to move out of her grip to no avail, “N-no…I-”

“Then shut it.”

Kaiser then released you from her grip. “Anyway, let’s go out for dinner. I’m thinking eight.” You quickly shook your head. “Can’t. I have a video call with a client at that time.” Her eyes narrowed and her lips curved into a frown, “Don’t fucking lie to me. Who the hell has work at eight?”

“The guy lives in America.”

“Oh.”

She then rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Then call in sick. I’m more important.” You wanted to punch her. So badly. But that wouldn’t work out. “Fine.”, you sighed, already giving up, “Where are we even going?” The only answer you got was a knowing smirk.

Another look at the clock, twelve minutes to five—time to leave. “I’m going. Now.”

“Fine. Pick me up at eight.”

“I know.”

NOTES: Ahem, not me ignoring all my requests to write this. Teehee.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock angst #michael kaiser x reader #male reader #female character #chubby reader

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shaisuki · 10 months

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bullies whose so smug in making you cry. a insult there and a shove there. mocking you for existing in their lives. who always scowls when they see you. the looks of displeasure when you hang out with others. living your life by acting dumb and innocent at them when they truly know what you are, they think but it contradicts on how you react with everybody. you're so kind and sweet but oblivious at things sometimes that's why he got you pinned under him.

"you like whoring yourself to anyone who gives you attention, huh?"

a pathetic no coming from your lips and they only scoff at you. not believing in what you have to say for yourself. they can see the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes while they squish your cheeks so hard. they're just angry at you for giving your attention to others and not them but don't worry they know how to get all your attention and only them. they'll just scare away who gets too close to you and spread some dumb rumor about you and it's fine. you'll always have them.

"is my poor baby sad? that's fine you have me. after all, no one cares about you."

they always make sure you're stuffed full of their thick, huge cock in your juicy cunt. sometimes their thick fingers and tongue when they're feeling generous, cause a whiny bitch like you is always hungry for some attention.

"you going to cum? work for it."

they always love that when you get whiny and needy for them but they're the one most affected by it. only gets them riled up to always fill you up with their load. watches as your stomach jiggles from how hard they're pounding your fat pussy. plush thighs trembling from the pleasure they're giving to you. holding your wide hips so tight they almost bruised from it. they like putting their hands around your neck too, watch the tears roll into your round cheeks and it makes them cum in the spot. kiss your lips until they're swollen.

can you blame them? they are just bullies who calls you pathetic but can't get enough of you. their poor, dumb baby.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚,𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Predator x Prey kink, fear kink, Manhandle (?) & Outdoor sex. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

Mdni!

Currently thinking abt men who have a predator x prey kink. Men who love to see your trembling expression when he act like some merciless predator. men who loves to play hide and seek with you. despite his own self being a grown man, he cant help but get even more turned on when he sees your scared expression, while his hand pinch your chubby cheeks, only to make you more trembling in fear.

"look at you.. all scared and stuff... you're only making me more excited y'know?"

he's a man who is soo thrilled when he was chasing you. catching you around like a crazy dude, its only a matter of time before his hand get onto your clothes and easily ripped them off, and later on, you'll be getting pinned down beneath him while your pussy service his cock, laughing as a respond from him to your cries, slapping your fat belly and grabbing them with a very harsh grip. and.. ngl you both are going to look like some wild animals fucking each other in the woods, but dont worry though. he's a mass fucking possesive dude. theres no fucking way he'll let some random stranger look at your body. your body is all his and his only for see and touch. and if you forget it? he'll gladly reminds you.

The Men That i'm talking about Are;

GETO SUGURU, OBITO, Itoshi Brothers, MIYA ATSUMU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima Kei, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, ALEC, Sakamaki Brothers, MUKAMI BROTHERS, Lev Haiba, TENDOU, MADARA, KIBA, ITTO, Childe, Scaramouche, POSEIDON, SEBASTIAN, Malleus, HADES, SHIVA, OVERHAUL, SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY, Horangi, Alejandro, HIDAN, Deidara, Sasori, KAKUZU, OROCHIMARU, UCHIHA SASUKE, SUKUNA RYOMEN & Bachira.

DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT UR FAV!

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ramu-ego · 1 year

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I wanna edge Reo 😈 I wanna make him cry and beg for his mommy<33

BEAUTIFUL GLOSSY VIOLET EYES-

-we're talking full on tears. Dribbling down his fat little rich boy cheeks. Flush face and labored breathing. Hours of edging running into a blur for the pretty boy who's got it all. Leading to Reo being an utter babbling mess through it all.

puffy abused cock slit from your hand gliding up and down his shaft for the past thirty minutes nonstop. That's not even counting the teasing and foreplay that even lead up to jerking him off. Stripped down pretty boy with his legs spread wise. Extra measure though with your legs draped and hooked over his so a little squirming subby mess doesn't close his legs before you're done with him. Feeling his laboring breathing and bitchy moans against your chest because you're jerking him off from behind.

rubbing all that stringy precum into his cock, kissing the shell of his ear with words of back handed praise sent his way. He wants to cum so badly look how red and pouty his little cock is. Leaking all over himself. Forcing you to rub it back into his cock. Dragging him closer and closer to the wonderful nature of his own orgasm. Just to snatch your touch away instantly. Leading to loud mournful sobs and his cock twitching and bouncing between his legs be he was just that close. Doing it over and over again on top of it all. Flirting with the possibility of ruining his orgasm over this if you take it too far. Reo's breathless pleas to let him cum since the last time you stole your touch away the fainted bead of cum came rushing to the tip of his purple and swollen tip. Tears rolling down his cheeks while he begs mommy to let him cum bc he's so scared it might be ruined if you keep it up ♡

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

#we do adore a chubby cheeked crybaby and that's what Reo is <3 #:: thanks for the ask~! ✩#bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage smut #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo smut

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killuintense · 9 months

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could you write a one shot of Leon and fem!reader talking about having a baby together? Leon assuming he would have to go easy on the alcohol and y/n happy to give Leon baby plsss ily<3 vvvv

❝ baby fever ❞

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: the idea of confessing to you that incessant idea in his head to tell you that you would be an excellent mother, was consuming Leon.

content: 1.3k words, fluff, mention of pregnancy, a very cheesy and sweet Leon, mention of alcoholism, comfort.

note: i loved placing your request, thank you very much for making it and i hope you enjoy it, ilyyyy ♡ ♡

The night seemed to be calm and typical for that season of the year. The breeze was gently breezing and ruffling Leon's ashen hair as he quietly opened the door of the house without trying to make too much noise. It wasn't too late, but he didn't want to be loud, especially after spending all day at the main D.S.O. base taking care of paperwork and reports after his last assignment at Alcatraz prison. He laughed when he remembered your concern the moment you learned that he had been infected by a virus, blaming you for not accompanying him as you usually did being an important agent of the association.

"Ahmmm..." he heard a soft sound emitted by you from the kitchen and soon remembered that little detail. Your best friend had asked you as a last minute favor to babysit her baby for that whole day as family problems had arisen. She remembered the image of the morning. You, holding in your arms that little girl with golden hair and chubby cheeks, you and your look of love and tenderness. Leon would bet that he had never seen you make that face before, and a strange feeling welled up in his chest. Almost as if from his heart exploding in a feverish sense of need it was present "So goood, what a good girl, you like applesauce, don't you?" a complicit chuckle let itself be heard and Leon hesitated to enter the kitchen where your voice came from. He hesitated because he knew that if he came in and saw you behaving in such a natural and loving way with the little baby, many incoherent words and impulsive ideas would come out of his mouth.

However, the day had been long enough without wanting to see his beloved so he didn't hesitate to leave his blue leather jacket hanging in the entrance and enter the kitchen, watching how you held little Rosemary in your arms and gave her that preparation with enthusiasm "My love..." it almost came out in a sigh, and you admired it with surprise.

"Leon!" the excitement could be heard in your voice and dazzled in your eyes "I didn't hear the door, I'm sorry I didn't welcome you, Honey" you smiled and took the baby's little hand to improvise a greeting to Leon. He could feel his face heat up and if it wasn't for the baby on top of you, he would have run to lock you in his arms, sinking into a kiss that only he was capable of giving you. Before he could speak any more, though, the doorbell rang and soon you both realized that it was probably your friend finally showing up as promised.

He could see the disappointment in your eyes, knowing that if it was for you you could have her for another day playing with your cheeks as she laughed with amusement; and the blond wondered if he couldn't fall more in love, wondered if his love for you would make him explode. He needed to make you more his than you already were. He needed to sink into you in a different way and mark you, leave something of him forever in you.

"I really wish she would have stayed longer" you mentioned once the baby joyfully welcomed her mother's arms "You know you can trust me if you need help again" you offered and exchanged words of encouragement with your friend, cheering her up and congratulating her on having such a beautiful baby. Leon also waved, stood behind you with that soft smile he was only naturally able to do when he had you around. But he wasn't being enough. He wanted to close the damn door and tell you about that crazy idea that had been going around in his head since that morning he saw you with a little baby in your arms, about that feeling that invaded him when he took you by the waist hugging you and leaving a kiss on your lips and a soft caress on the little one's cheek before saying goodbye and leaving for work. He felt for the first time the feeling of a.... family. A family he only wanted to have if it was with you.

"Ah..." once you closed the door you stretched and yawned, hanging on the back of Leon's neck to hug him tightly "I really miss you today, big boy" you teased at the nickname, depositing a kiss on his jawline as scarred as it was rough, feeling the stubble of a couple of days unshaven.

"I missed you more..." he seemed as self-absorbed as ever, moving his hands from your waist to your belly, caressing it gently. It caught your attention that he would do that, of course, but you assumed he was affectionate because of the distance and remoteness that had consumed you during that week due to work. But you didn't think that Leon's mind was wandering in a need so primitive that it even saddened him "You really would make an excellent mother" he suddenly blurted out, staring at you as he gently bumped his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, sorry for pushing you into that situation.

"Is that a proposal, Kennedy?" you smiled, you loved it when he got shy like that. That remembered you when he was younger and still didn't know how to handle himself, how he wasn't able to carry all the traumas he had on his shoulders. "Leon... do you really think I would make a good mother?" you asked unsurely, a pressure in your chest made as it dawned on you that Leon wanted you to be the mother of his children. That he wanted to take that step with you.

"Obviously! Fuck, sometimes I find myself thinking about that too much" he smiled, kissing your cheek repeatedly causing you to giggle in amusement "Can you imagine? A little girl running all over the house, accompanying us everywhere, laughing and being happy..." his voice trailed off softly and he smiled "Being happy like we would have liked to be at some point. Not thinking about abandonment and the sadness of not having a home to return to" he squeezed your waist, as if trying to be aware that you were there, that you hadn't faded away. "And I know that last year was terrible... but I need to start again, I need to forget that I can drown my sorrows in alcohol" he murmured, ashamed of himself.

"Leon..." you took his cheek and smiled, kissing his lips softly "You'll make an excellent father, you know that, don't you?" a sparkle came into Leon's eyes, almost as if the hope of a future was opening in front of him, holding your hand, happy to move forward "Although to be honest, I'd like a mini Leon" you laughed, brushing your nose against his, in a sweet Eskimo kiss.

"If it's with you I wouldn't mind having a litter of mini Leons" he joked, though in a corner of his mind his almost animal instinct thought that if you let him he was capable of filling you completely until you couldn't take any more. 'We're not rabbits... for now' he thought, and chuckled to himself before he felt you pull away to go to the kitchen.

"Especially since I'm sure if she grows up to be a girl, she's going to be a spoiled daddy's princess" you said loud enough for him to hear and started cleaning up the dishes you had messed up during the day. Soon a giggle came closer and Leon's soft footsteps came into view, catching you around the waist as he let out a mocking sigh in your ear, sending a burst of electricity down your spine.

"Don't be like that, if you love that I spoil you, mh" he kissed your neck and you couldn't help but feel your body temper. You wouldn't give up that feeling of need for anything, that feeling of Leon wanting and having the instinct to take you in a way beyond what himself could have thought. You couldn't wait for the day to come, to one day have the privilege of having a seed of him growing inside you.

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For the Greater Good (Platonic! Yandere Batfam x Uncle!MaleReader)

MAJOR WARNING: There is physical harm in this, near the end, please proceed with caution. Non-consensual drugging at the end as well.

Fun fact I learned but felt like I knew, some pain medications can actually make you lose your memories.

Reader is Bruce Wayne's younger brother.

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Crying woke him up. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he sat up with a lot of effort and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. Grabbing his cane, he threw on a robe to protect himself from the chilly air the manor tends to have, and he hobbled out of his room. His leg was still stiff and he cursed at how long it took him to get to the room, but once he did he limped inside and towards the crib.

He smiled down at the crying baby, dressed in the cutest starfish onesie. When crying blue eyes made eye contact with E/C eyes, the crying stopped and instead a smile bloomed on their chubby face. A chuckle escaped the exhausted man, reaching down carefully and picking the small thing up. He put his weight on his good leg and stood there, holding the little being in his arms.

Their cheeks have filled out, creating a plumpness that reminded him of the cream puffs he has tucked away in the freezer, and those sparkling blue eyes were something many people would be jealous about.

“You shouldn’t be up.�� He could hear the cape swishing behind the other figure, and the all but silent footsteps that inched their way into the room. A smile bloomed on his own face, mimicking the baby, “Don’t come closer if you’re wearing that bat costume. You’ll give him nightmares.” A chuckle escaped from the other and when exhausted E/C eyes looked up, he was met with the amused blue eyes of his older brother.

Bruce ignored his younger brother’s words, walking closer to peer at his nephew in his brother’s arms. His mask was off, and he only wore the suit and cape. This way his nephew could at least recognize his favorite Uncle’s face. To which the baby did, smiling and laughing when Bruce came into their line of suit.

Y/N smiled, holding them closer and nuzzling his head with his cheek. Bruce watched his nephew flail his arms in that starfish onesie, making it all the more hilarious. His brother chuckled, gently bouncing the baby in his arms to try and soothe them.

“You stink.” Bruce chuckled, “How rude. I just came back from patrol.” Y/N rolled his eyes, “Everyone alright?”

“Yes, everyone is safe. It was an easy night.” Y/N’s shoulders relaxed and Bruce observed how the exhaustion creeped up on his brother. His shoulders sagging and the bags under his eyes looking heavier. His grip on Bruce’s nephew tightened only a little bit, pulling the baby closer.

If Bruce was better at art, it would be this moment he would wish to paint. The moon light streaming in through off-white curtains, over the sage green crib, and on the two bodies in front of him. His younger brother, wearing a black silk robe and his nephew in his starfish onesie being bathed in moonlight. The soft light reflecting off of H/C lock and S/C skin. It is the way that the moonlight casted soft shadows and seemed to only highlight his brother’s features. Blue eyes looked down to his nephew, who was fluttering those large blue eyes of his and trying to fight sleep.

It’d be more beautiful than any other renaissance painting.

His nephew looked so much like Y/N when he was a baby. A memory Bruce holds onto with care. Besides the eye color, which blue was a common trait in Waynes, his nephew could be nearly identical to Y/N as a baby. From the smiles, to the happy laughs, the waking up in the middle of the night just to be held.

It’s most likely what made this image all the more better.

Until Y/N’s face screwed and Bruce watched him shift his weight a bit. Worry taking over his features, he rested a large hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Y/N, you should go to sleep.” Y/N shook his head, “Not yet.”

“Y/N.”

“No, Bruce. Just… just a bit longer.” He wanted to look at what was left of the life he once had. His baby was a reminder of the love he had once felt for another. A love he didn’t know he was capable of feeling, until a few years ago. The very proof of said love, the only thing left was his baby. This cute, innocent, and lovely baby that held Y/N’s heart. Or at least what was left of it.

The Wayne brothers are intimately familiar with how quickly life can be taken away. Their parents’ lives taken by a bullet, and Y/N’s wife taken by a car. Anything could take this young life, and the very thought terrified Y/N. It had him jolting awake in the middle of the night and visiting the nursery whenever he could. His son was always near him, and he only just started letting himself leave the baby with his cousins, Uncle, and Grandfather alone.

His heart always beats anxiously whenever he couldn’t see his son, but Alfred and Bruce assured him that that response was normal. Bruce has been helping get over that hurdle, slowly drawing him further and further away from the room his baby would be in for a longer period of time.

Staring at the now sleeping bundle in his arms, all he wanted was to ingrain his son’s features into his memories. Just in case the grim reaper decided it needed another Wayne. If it does decide that, Y/N prays it’ll take him. He prays that it will leave Bruce and his nephews alone, that it would leave Alfred alone, and most importantly his son.

With help from his brother, he set his son down in the crib, watching the baby stir for only a bit before grabbing Bruce’s outstretched arm. His cane in Bruce’s other hand, and Y/N chuckled. Looping his arm in his brother’s as the older, broader, and irritatingly taller man walked back to his room next door.

“Do you want to take your medicine?” Y/N shook his head, “No. The pain isn’t bad, it was just a twinge.” Bruce nodded, sitting on the edge of bed and watching his brother settle under the thick comforters. He could see the anxiety forming in those eyes, and he knows if he doesn’t quell it now, Y/N will be up again to go see his son.

Taking off his gloves, he gently began to run his fingers through his brother’s hair, softly lulling the other to sleep. Bruce smiled, “It’s okay, Y/N. Everyone will be here in the morning.” A few more minutes later, Y/N was softly snoring, taking deep breaths and his body no longer moving besides the stead rising and falling of his chest.

Bruce shuffled quietly out the door, shutting it without a sound, and making his way back to his own room. No before checking in once more on his nephew. Bruce wasn’t as paranoid as Y/N was, but he did enjoy staring at the baby. Not with haunted looks like Y/N used to have, or the forever ogling gazes his own son’s had when looking at the youngest Wayne.

He gazed upon the baby just how he used to stare at Y/N when he was this small. Waking up in the middle of the night to stare in fascination that a human could be so tiny. When he was younger, Bruce used to climb into the crib with Y/N and sleep next to him. It would be quite the sight in the morning, when either Alfred or his parents found him snuggled next to Y/N.

Bruce is four years older than Y/N, and he took his older sibling role seriously. When they were younger, Bruce always had his hand in Y/N’s. Making sure that the other was never far from him. Which wasn’t hard even if they weren’t holding hands. Y/N has been attached to Bruce from the moment he could walk.

His protectiveness increased ten-fold after that fateful night. A night that robbed the both of them of their parents, and Y/N of his mobility. His hip had been shot due to Bruce pulling him close to him. If Bruce didn’t that bullet would have hit Y/N’s stomach, and Alfred had explained that a limp is a small price when it comes to a life.

Bruce had agreed.

Y/N had never held it over Bruce. He never blamed him, nor has he ever given him a dirty look for it.

The man wanted to ensure that his nephew will never have to go through what Y/N went through. He wanted this baby to grow up with a family already wrapped around those tiny, stubby fingers and he wanted Y/N to know that this family would bend over backwards for them. They would do everything in their powers for the two people that always seemed to be in the middle of everything.

He’s grateful that his nephew inherited Y/N’s looks. From the shape of this eyes down to his nose, everything looked like Y/N.

Nothing like that wretched woman.

His jaw clenched at the thought of her, and he quickly walked around the crib to pull the curtains closed. Cutting out the moonlight that illuminated the room and leaving them in almost complete darkness besides the hallway light from the open door.

He reached down, gently dragging his callused finger across the thin and fragile skin of his nephew’s cheek, who smiled in his sleep. Completely and devastatingly unaware of the mad house around him.

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“What are you doing?” Y/N stared down at Cass and Stephanie that were surrounding his son. The baby’s hair tied up with a small bow, and looked like a radish.

“Dress up,” Cass answered seriously, and Y/N nodded with a stoic face. Gone were the clothes he was dressed in early this morning and instead he was wearing a cute blue dress under a white top with puffed sleeves.

“Why a dress?” Stephani snickered and pulled out a photo from nowhere, and she stood to hand it up to him. He took the photo and he brought his other hand up to rip it.

“No!” Steph snatched it out his hands and Y/N stomped his cane, “Get rid of that! How did you even get that?!” It was a photo of him, as a baby, in girl clothes. Almost the same dress, same shirt, and same hairstyle. In the back was a cheekily grinning Bruce.

“Bruce.” He’s killing him.

“What?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Y/N whipped his glare towards his brother, “Why do you have that photo?!” Bruce blinked at him, took a look at the baby in the room, and then chuckled, “Oh, that photo.”

Y/N hates that his brother knew what photo he was talking about by just looking at his son.

“He’s cute.” Cass held up Y/N’s son, who continued to laugh and Steph whipped out her phone to take a photo. Y/N huffed, “I’m not mad you dressed him up. Bruce, why do you have that photo?!”

His older brother shrugged, “It’s a cute photo.” Y/N’s cheeks burned and Bruce had to stop himself from chuckling, taking advantage of the fact that Y/N needed a hand to hold onto the cane, and he squished his brother’s cheeks with his own hands.

“Bwuush.” Bruce watched those E/C eyes focus on him and fill with annoyance as well as with embarrassment. Those squished cheeks of his were red with a flush and Bruce knows that his baby brother’s nose would be scrunched if he wasn’t currently having his face squished.

The man released Y/N’s cheeks, smiling as he did so. His nephew started laughing and he turned his attention to Steph and Cass who were cooing and taking photos. At least some people were enjoying this.

Y/N sighed, “What other photos do you have of me as baby?” Bruce’s smile turned cryptic smile, walking over to pick up the laughing and smiling baby who squealed in the arms of his Uncle.

“Hey! We weren’t done!” Steph cried out, getting ready to try and snag the baby back, but Bruce cut her off, “It’s lunch time. Alfred is expecting us.”

“Steph, Cass, at least put him back in his regular clothes,” Y/N tried to defend some of his son’s honor, knowing that as an adult the photos will be haunting him. Stephanie grabbed Cass’s hand and ran out of the room, pretending not to hear Y/N calling their names. The man huffed, turning to Bruce who shrugged, “I’m sure everyone will be fine with it.” “I know they will be fine with it. It’s just my poor son is going to be haunted by this story and these pictures.” Bruce chuckled, moving his nephew to sit in one arm, while his other hand rested on Y/N’s back. He gently guided Y/N to the dining room, listening to his brother complain about how this whole family was just filled with people who do what they want when they want.

He was halfway through it when they heard running steps followed by a “Stop running!” Dick’s blue eyes locked on the three of him and his face looking feverish, “So they didn’t take him out of it!” Cheers were heard and Y/N swears that one day he’s going to club all of them. His oldest nephew walked over, his smile large as he took in his cute cousin who was babbling away and looking unbothered.

“Uncle, he really does look like you in that photo.”

“How do you know of that photo?!” Dick picked up his cousin from Bruce’s arms, and cooed at the chubby baby. Said baby squealed and gushed at the sight of Dick, raising his little hands and pawing at Dick’s cheeks and nose. It had Dick making a sqwauking sound and nuzzled his nose into those plump cheeks.

He motioned for the two other adults to follow him, “Alfred made lasgana, caesar salad, and some bread loafs.” Y/N can already picture the mess his son will make and that poor dress of his is going to ruined.

“Before he naps he’s going to need a bath,” He reminded Dick, who nodded, “Of course! Can’t have a dirty baby going to sleep dirty, now can we?” His hands held both sides of his cousin and he held him in the air as he wiggled him a bit, eliciting a cry of delight.

The walk to the dining room was filled with Dick asking his Uncle questions and Bruce walking besides the limping man. Both of their attention on him as he answered Dick truthfully.

“You guys are terrible,” Jason grumbled once he saw his cousin’s state, but it lacked any bite and he was holding back a smile. Stephanie cackled while Dick set the youngest Wayne in his high chair.

“Master Y/N, I can feed the Young Master while you eat.” Y/N smiled at Alfred, “Are you sure? I don’t mind feeding him, Alfred.” The Butler huffed, “Of course. It is not a hard job to do.” It was something everyone was grateful for. The youngest Wayne was not, by any means, a picky eater. He was a joy to feed and oftentimes Y/N’s nieces and nephews fought over who could feed him. Although, everyone could admit that Alfred is the best when it comes to making sure that their cousin’s food ends up more in his mouth than on the tray.

Smiling, Y/N and the rest of the Waynes dug into the italian-themed meal.

Damian watched his Uncle eat from his peripheral vision. He took into account how much food he was eating and how much just spread throughout his plate to look like he ate some. When he had first moved in after the accident, it was a common thing to witness. Their once gluttonous Uncle, because Y/N could and does eat a lot, was barely taking any bites of the meals.

The first month was hard on almost everybody. His Uncle always looked paranoid and he had his son sleeping in the same room as him. Damian understood that his Uncle was grieving and grief takes time. Even now, he could still see the signs of sadness in those E/C irises as he stared and took in everybody. Almost like it would be his last chance to do so.

It is that look that puts everyone on high alert around him. Monitoring and excessively checking on him just how he does to his son.

What Uncle Y/N doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

After an eventful lunch, it was Uncle Y/N who ended up taking his son to go put down for a nap, balancing the baby in one arm and using the cane in the other, he masterfully evaded everyones’ hand to help and limped through the manor.

Damian was the one to pull out his phone and watch the feed of his Uncle making it too his room with the baby still in his arms. Masterfully opening and keeping the door open until the both of them were in the room.

“He made it.”

“Good.” Call them cautious and they will agree. How could they not be? Y/N has had a tremendous impact on nearly all of their lives in some shape or form. His patience, kindness, and genuine happiness of just being alive was infectious and capable of attracting even the haughtiest of people.

He was too good for someone like her. Someone who was so impatient, deceitful, and not worthy of Y/N’s attention. Let alone hand in marriage.

When Y/N had first introduced her, everyone banked on it not lasting. It is why they did nothing to stop the continuation of the relationship. A simple fling. Only for two years later they would be married. It was only the revelation that she was pregnant that halted the plans for a bit.

Seeing Y/N as happy and excited as he was was enough to stave off the anger. Bruce’s grip became more possessive, Dick’s hugs became tighter, Jason’s bookstore trip became more frequent, Tim’s help in learning how to run Wayne Enterprise more demanding, Stephanie’s and Cass need to go shopping became longer, Duke’s need to understand his metahuman abilities became more intense, and Damian’s desire for his blood-Uncle’s attention all the more prominent.

Everyone all of a sudden needed something from Y/N more than before.

Then when the baby was born, all of the Wayne’s were present, including those who didn’t fall under Bruce Wayne’s legal care. All of them waiting for Y/N and his son.

Tim can recall his first time holding the baby, and how small he was. He had been terrified that he was going to break them, but Y/N’s careful guidance and soft instructions, that fear turned into admiration. To think, something this small could be this breathtaking.

His blue, exhausted and surrounded by bags from the lack of sleep, looked up and sure enough, Y/N was staring at him and Tim’s new cousin with so much love. Those delicate hands, hands that Bruce dirtied his for so they would stay clean, held his forearms in a gentle grip as he helped Tim find the right bounce to ensure that the newborn stayed asleep.

Tim quickly obtained that hospital video and saved it on the Batcomputer for everyone to remember the first time they held their cousin.

There had been a huge argument after that. How long should they wait for their plan to be put into action?

A lot of them wanted it to happen while their cousin was still a baby, unable to remember that woman’s face because she doesn’t matter. Only they did. Only Y/N did. Their cousin only needed to remember his father, Uncle, Grandfather, and cousins.

That was it.

But how young should they do it? Surely before any core memories were made right? Because then Y/N would only be hurt more. However, if they did it to young the stress might be too much for Y/N.

The first month after the accident was horrid. Y/N rarely got any sleep, and when he gory nightmares haunted him. The car was not supposed to crash in front of him, but by the time anyone made that realization it was already too late. The black car was completely crushed, and up in flames while Y/N could only hold their son and watch. Bruce was next to him, and he had caught his brother before his knees could hit the concrete.

It was a horrible day for multiple parties, and the aftermath was just as bad. Y/N couldn;t even handle the funeral proceedings, to which Bruce and shockingly (and funny enough) Jason handled. The second oldest nephew responding to every whim and whimsey his Uncle had, doing everything in his power to make the pain lessen.

Anything in the powers. Sometimes that meant anti-depressants and bumping up Y/N’s pain relievers.

A loopy Y/N was a calm Y/N, and a calm Y/N meant a well-rested Y/N. Sometimes he would rarely leave the bed, trusting on someone to take care of his son. To which they all happily jumped on the chance to do. He’s been weening off of the pain medication, choosing to once again deal with small pain in his hip, but he stayed on the anti-depressants.

That is the one pill everyone made sure he took. He needed them. Just how he needs this family. All he needs is this family.

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“What did you do, Bruce?” Bruce had to stop himself from cursing at his luck and at the boys for also not nooticing. All five of them in this room and none of them heard Y/N enter? Of course he enters when a comment was made about make someone disappear just like Y/N’s wife. They wouldn’t have a hand in it, because they don’t kill, but is it a murder if one of them lets it slip what type of car she drove to the man she screwed over the most?

It’s not their fault that her ex worked at the mechanic shop they frequented. It isn’t their fault that Tim accidentally said somethin about the car being his Aunt’s, because how was he supposed to knoow that the mechanic he was talking to was her crazy-ex? It’s not his fault. It’s not any of their fault, because she didn’t say anything about this.

She lied, repeatedly over and over again to Y/N’s and everyone’s faces. Only, she lied to a house full of detectives, a former soldier Butler, and a man whose happiness was at the forefront of everyone’s reasoning.

“Y/N-”

“What did you do?!” Terrified E/C eyes stared at Bruce’s rigid form. The older man did not intend for his younger brother to hear those words, and he didn’t like that all the blame was being pinned on him. It was a group effort.

One they all happily took part in.

Dick raised his hands, as if he could ease the tension, “Uncle, c’mon there might be a misunderstanding.” Vibrant E/C eyes, swirling with pain and rage, flickered to him and effectively shut him up for a bit. Jason, for once, chose to remain silent at the sight of conflict while Tim thought the paintings in the library looked interesting. Damian, like his father and oldest brother, was looking at him.

Y/N could feel his heart beating faster and his head hurting. He didn’t want to believe it. How could he? His brother, the nephews he loves, and the nieces he adores, all conspired to kill his wife?

Who… No, why? The question was written across his face and Bruce took it upon himself to clear the air. He motioned for the others to get out, which they did with no complaint. Dick sending him a guilty look, Jason not meeting his eyes, Tim and Damian sending an apologetic look before disappearing.

The heavy doors of the office shut behind them and Y/N clenched his jaw. Bruce and him maintained eye contact, staring each other down.

“It was a choice made by the Family.”

“The hell is this? A mob?” Bruce stared into Y/N’s enraged eyes, and he sighed, “Y/N, I know this hurts but it is for the best.”

“The best? The best for who?! Not for me! Not for my son! Not for your nephew!”

“You don’t know that!”

“And you do?! What are you clairvoyant now?!”

“She wasn’t good enough for you, Y/N.”

“Who are you to decide that?” Y/N hissed out, glaring at him with all the rage and resentment in his body. The past three years of the family getting together, photos, smiles, all of it now burning in flames and he was choking on the smoke and ashes.

How long had they been planning this?

“Y/N-”

“Don’t ‘Y/N’ me! Bruce, what the hell?!” It terrified him. His brother, the one he trusts most, and he just threw all of that back into his face.

If Bruce could do that to someone Y/N loves, what's stopping Bruce from hurting him? Y/N’s eyes widened. What’s stopping Bruce from hurting his son?

The boys walked out.

His head whipped to the door, and was about to start making his way out to the nursery, but Bruce had grabbed his arm, kicking the cane from his grip and making Y/N rely on Bruce’s weight to keep standing.

“Bruce, I swear to God, don’t you dare-”

“My nephew will not be touched in any malicious way, if that is what you are so worried about.” Y/N snarled at him, trying to get out of his iron grip.

“I don’t believe you.” Bruce nodded, “You don’t have to. Can’t you trust that your nephews won’t hurt him?”

“No. How can I trust the murderers of my wife?” Bruce’s expression changed, and the hold on his arm tightened. Y/N’s teeth clenched, “How could you do that? I trusted you! I fucking trusted you and you go and…” The weight of the situation fell on his shoulders and Y/N would have crumbled if it weren’t for Bruce holding him up. Tears leaked from his eyes like they were faucets and his chest started aching.

Bruce kissed the side of his head, and where he kissed felt like it burned. Like the heat of the fire on the day that car crashed with his wife in it.

“I know. I know it hurts but it’ll get better Y/N.”

“Don’t talk to me about something getting better when you’re the cause of it.” Bruce lowered them to the floor, making sure that Y/N was still out of reach of his cane. Y/N wanted to throw a punch, an elbow, or something to vent all the anger and pain he has in his body. However, the grip Bruce has around his arms keeps them pinned to his sides and it’s not like Y/N had the strongest legs. If they were to get into it, it would be literal boulder versus a twig.

Bruce has always been the bigger one between then, even before Batman. Bruce had inherited Thomas Wayne’s imposing figure, while Y/N had Martha’s thinner one. His brother had been his rock, just how he had been Bruce’s now he wonders if Bruce was the heavy ball at the end of the chain. His nieces and nephews the chains, his son his collar, and the manor the cage.

Y/N felt as if the reality around him was crumbling and he couldn’t even pick the pieces up. He choked down a sob, “How long have you been planning this?”

“The accident or having you here?”

“All of it.” Bruce rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, “You were supposed to stay here in the manor. The very thought of someone being more important than me, than Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Alfred, all of them, it is so infuriating and terrifying.

“Because I was scared that one day you would leave me, alone in this manor with only the walls to talk to and the mirrors for company.” Y/N glared at him through his tears, “You’re lack of faith in me is astounding.” He would never have left Bruce, because they are all they had left of their family.

Not to mention, Bruce has the boys and girls for company. He wouldn’t have been alone. There’s Alfred and Y/N would have visited.

“I know its not an excuse, but dammit Y/N, it’s so terrifying.” Y/N tried to still his beatin heart, pumping his blood throuoghout his body and making him want to run. He wants to leave. He really, really, wants to leave. Y/N wants to pick his baby up and run.

“Do you know why I am telling you this?” Bruce’s grip loosened and Y/N waited until those arms removed themselves from around him and he lunged for his cane. Only for a large handd to wrap around the ankle of his bad leg and pulled. Dragging him away from the cane and causing Y/N to shout in pain.

He stared up at his older brother in fear, his leg still in Bruce’s iroon grip. Y/N wonders if this is what criminals see when looking at Batman.

“Because you’re not going to remember it.” His foot stomped on Y/N’s hip and there was a sickening crack and white flashed behind his eyelids. The scream he released sounded foreign to his own ears, and the tears now became ones of physical pain rather than emotional.

He started coughing from the amount of screaming and crying, and Bruce continued to look down at him. His eyes full of sorrow, but also acceptance. He was looking at Y/N similar to a parent getting ready to discipline their kid. Not wanting to but needing too.

Bruce released Y/N’s leg, eliciting another cry and he widened his eyes when he saw Bruce raise his foot again, “Wa-wait, Bruce–”

“It’s not believable if you only have a break in your hip.” There was another crunch and Y/N’s not even sure what broke but the scream he released was silent. The pain was excruciating and the questions searing into his brain. Who is he trying to make believe and believe what?

“You of course.” Bruce stared at his brother on the floor, and he knows Y/N’s screams and crying are going to haunt him but it is for the better. Y/N’s watery E/C eyes stared at him in fear and pain, tears rushing down his blotchy face and confusion across his face.

“Poor Y/N, you fell and broke your leg. So now you have to go back on your pain meds and now bedridden for a while.” Fear coursed through Y/N’s veins and although he knew it was futile he tried to crawl. His older brother watched, before walking behind his desk and rummaging through the drawers. Y/N wasn’t even close to the door when Bruce stood over him, and gently flipped him over.

Y/N screamed, trying to get away from his brother, but with one leg out of commission and his one arm now pinned to his side, it was a futile struggle.

“Get away! NO! I hate you! I absolutely fucking hate you.” Bruce held a pill in his hand, and in his mouth between his teeth was a water bottle. Y/N clammed up, biting his lips to keep them closed as Bruce came in closer with a pill. He wanted to knock it out of the other’s hand, but before he could even do that, Bruce’s knee rested on his broken hip and Y/N cried out in pain. His brother was quick in shoving the pill in his mouth, covering the orifice, and opening the bottle with the other arms that were pinning Y/N’s arm. He all but waterboarded Y/N with it, washing the pill down.

Afterwards, he held Y/N and slowly rocked back and forth in a mocking show of comfort. Y/N hit him, bit, and tried to shove him off. His cursing and shouting fell on deaf ears and the drug was beginning to take effect. His limbs became heavier and eyelids stayed closed longer.

“Shh Y/N, just sleep. It’ll be better in the morning.” Feeling one last bit of defiance, Y/N glared at his brother, “Tell me how you can kill my wife, but are unable to kill the Joker?” His eyes were closed by the end of the sentence, unable to see his brother’s reaction, but he heard the tight, “Good night, Y/N.”

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Crying woke him up. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he tried too sit up but realized in confusion that his leg was casted and his head was incredibly foggy. A sound of discontent left him, but then there was a shuffling in the room and the crying stopped. In his blurry vision he saw Dick holding his son and Tim gazing at him softly.

“What…”

“You fell, Uncle. You broke your hip and shin and your cane unfortunately broke as well,” Tim informed as clinically as he could, holding his Uncle’s hand and staring into the hazy eyes.

“We had to give you a higher dosage of pain medication, and you’ll need to stay on them for a bit.” Y/N nodded in understanding, his attention returning to his gurgling son and smiling Dick, “It was terrifying Uncle, seeing you laying there like that. It’s a good thing Bruce and Timmy found you. Can’t imagine how bad it would have been if you were on your own.”

Y/N blinked, the situation dawning on him, “Yeah, that…that would be bad. Sorry Timmy, you had to see me in a traumatic state.” Tim shook his head, “No, I’m happy we found you when we did. I’m sorry that we didn’t get there sooner.” Y/N smiled, moving his arm to gently cup Tim’s cheek. It took all the effort in him to even make it that short distance, but Tim rested his own hand against the back of Y/N’s, nuzzling his cheek further into Y/N’s palm.

“Sleep Uncle, we’ll all be here when you wake up,” Dick encouraged, sitting next to Tim and bouncing his cousin. Y/N chuckled, “Okay. Please watch–”

“We will Uncle. Now, please rest. You and our cousin will be safe, I promise.” Y/N made a small hum before shutting his eyes once more, dreaming of when he and Bruce used to play in their mother’s garden.

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Very Dark on this one. Was not the intention at all, but that's how it happened....

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