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yan-batgirl · 4 months

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

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

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

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

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

Watching a movie is what they're doing.

While cuddling with their little batgirl at the same time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Please do NOT steal my art!

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myerssimp21 · 14 days

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Batcave Meeting (YAN!Pt.3)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam Part 3. Part 1, Part 2 here (context: Tim Drake purposefully got aphrodisiac'd when fighting Ivy and then went over to Darling's apartment to smash. This is a batfamily meeting about that and how to move forward.).

As you obliviously drifted to sleep, the live feed of you doing so was being projected onto a big screen in the BatCave while members joined together at a table, casually watching you as you yawned and readjusted against your pillow. The imposing man situated at the end of the table clasped his hands together, regarding the young men in front of him. Once everyone was seated, the imposing man began speaking to them, noticing how many of them had their eyes glued to the screen.

"We're going to discuss what happened the other day and plan for next week," he announced, and the pouty brunette who had had a frown on his face now crossed his arms.

"Allow me to explain it from my perspective first, Father," he said, sporting a moody expression, "You and Drake were unexpectedly out of commission during your patrol, which, while not typical, is understandable given our line of work."

His eyes flicker over to Tim and Jason, narrowing in contempt and disgust.

"Todd and Drake both know how important our duty to Gotham is," Damian continued while making eye contact with Jason, "But instead of prioritizing that, they let their impulses get the better of them. Drake especially for instigating the situation. Using Ivy's aphrodisiac to... indulge with our darling? It's selfish, reckless, and disrespectful."

"Damian, hold on a second," Jason interjected, "I had no idea about the aphrodisiac. It was my night off so I was sleeping in and missed Bruce's calls when he and Tim got doused in it. I only woke up because the audio feed from her apartment was turned up and I heard them together. I blew up Tim's phone and went over when he left because I was pissed, and I didn't realize that was why she couldn't get enough. I feel really bad about it now that I know."

Damian's expression softened subtly as he absorbed Jason's explanation. Despite his composed demeanor, the tension still lingered in his features.

"I appreciate your honesty, Todd," Damian conceded, his tone slightly softer, "It's still not acceptable that she was acting strangely and this was not analyzed, but I understand that the situation was...unconventional."

As Jason and Damian had a moment of newfound comradery, Tim finally spoke up, "I understand your frustrations, but you need to know that I researched Ivy's aphrodisiac extensively before I ever considered using it. I made sure it wouldn't have any adverse health effects on anybody and appropriately calculated the risks."

Damian's expression darkened further, his negative feelings towards Drake beginning to truly show. "This isn't just about general safety or the safety of some substance!" he exclaimed, "It's about respect and her consent. You had no right to manipulate her like that, whether or not it posed a physical risk."

"Come on, Damian," Tim retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "She didn't find out about the aphrodisiac, did she? So what's the big deal? It's not like we hurt her or anything. She's fine, and she doesn't even know what happened. In fact, she likes us even more because I made a move for us. Why are you making a big deal out of nothing?"

Jason scoffed, his distaste in Tim at this point evident. "Seriously, Tim? You're gonna act like a douchebag just because she didn't find out? That's messed up, even for you."

"It's not just about the immediate consequences," Damian shot back, his voice angrier. "It's about the long-term impact on her. I bet you didn't even stop to consider how your actions could affect her, or how they could undermine the trust she has in us. And what about the ripple effect it could have on her relationships with all of us? He's playing with fire, Father, and he needs to be held accountable."

"Let's not overlook the bigger issue here," Tim said, his voice defensive, "What I did was perverted, I admit that. But let's not pretend that bugging and wiring her apartment is any less invasive. That's hardly consensual either."

"Don't you dare deflect the issue!" Damian's voice rose, and he was now yelling, "We implemented those measures for her safety, not for our own entertainment! It's a gross violation of her privacy, but at least we did it to protect her!"

"Oh? And having two separate cameras staring at her bed is going to what, protect her from bad dreams?"

"Dami, Tim, let's try to keep our cool here," Dick interjected gently, easing in to defuse the tension, "We're all on the same team, remember? We need to work together to figure this out."

Damian turned to Dick with a measured gaze, "I want to hear your perspective on this matter, Grayson."

Dick sighed, solemnly addressing Drake. “Tim, what you did wasn't just a mistake. It was a deliberate breach of trust. She relies on us to keep her safe and instead of focusing on that, you exploited her vulnerability.”

"Also," and Dick seemed more pained at this part, "You betrayed our trust. We all care about her and you influenced her desires for your own gain."

Tim sat in silence, his expression filled with shame as he began to realize the gravity of his actions. He knew he had acted irresponsibly, and the weight of their words hung heavy in the air. Jason and Dick exchanged silent glances, their disappointment evident in their expressions.

Damian took a deep centering breath before focusing his attention back on Tim.

"This isn't about whether she found out or not, Drake. If you still don't understand that, then we need to take more drastic measures to address and punish this behavior. Father, I appeal to you to implement anything you deem necessary to prevent such behavior in the future. We cannot allow such indecent actions against her to to be repeated."

Bruce, understanding the severity of the situation and having now heard everyone's perspective, nodded solemnly at Damian.

"Tim, in light of your actions, there are going to be some consequences," Bruce stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You need to schedule therapy with Dr. Thompkins to address the troubling attitude that led to this situation. While we have taken invasive measures to monitor her, as Damian pointed out, your actions went beyond that."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "Until you've attended and Dr. Thompkins deems it appropriate, you will be restricted from having any contact with _____."

Finally, Bruce's gaze softened slightly as he looked at both Damian and Tim. "And Tim, it's imperative that you and Damian eventually reconcile. We're a team, and we need to remain united in our goals and overall behavior. I expect both of you to work towards rebuilding your relationship for the sake of the team and our darling."

"Damian," Bruce addressed his son, "since Tim will no longer be able to have contact with her, I'm assigning you a new responsibility. You will substitute him as her school friend and be someone she can rely on for assistance with homework and company. I want you to pick a class of hers that sounds interesting to you and make sure you're there to support her. It's important that she has someone she can trust and rely on, especially now. It's an opportunity for you to show her that she can count on us."

As the meeting continued, Damian spoke up, "I'll join her art class. It will allow me to assist her with her assignments and ensure she receives the academic support she needs."

Bruce nodded in approval. "Good choice, Damian. Make sure to approach this responsibility with care and dedication."

Turning to Jason, Bruce's expression grew serious. "Jason, I need you to be especially understanding and supportive towards her. If she feels troubled or has any lingering negative thoughts about what happened, I expect you to be there for her."

"Of course, Bruce," Jason says, eyes fixated on the now-sleeping figure of their darling on the cameras, "I'll do whatever it takes."

Dick now spoke up, "Can we talk about introducing me as Jason's roommate?"

Bruce shook his head, "Not yet; I want to make sure Damian successfully integrates first. You can still frequent around her job but no more interactions than that."

"Except for as a vigilante?" Dick replies hopefully, and Bruce gives him a measured gaze similar to his son's.

"Yes, although I expect you to exercise patience and primarily work in Blüdhaven for now."

Damian cuts in, "And don't be like Drake and fabricate a reason for her to need you."

"Damian," Bruce says in a tired voice, "I've made myself clear."

Damian looks down with an expression like he's biting his tongue and contempt is bright in his eyes, "Sorry, Father."

With that, the meeting concluded, each member of the Batfamily knowing the roles they had to play in ensuring their darling's well-being and trust remained intact.

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hana-no-seiiki · 18 days

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Ohh I got soooo many ideas, like CV reader got kidnapped by black mask (I think it's red hood nemesis, am not that deep in DC comics but I know the basics) so he could have a deal or take information out of red hood using CV reader. And when Jason found out about it he was pissed but when he got there the bad guys already down because CV reader took them down.

P.s I don't mind if you use this as a reference to make a headcanon or story on contrary i would love to read it, but it's up to you!!

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tw/cw: yandere, jason being horny/implied noncon, cat villain! reader being an absolute menace and a whore as always.

pairings: yan! batfam x cat villain/vigilante! reader

note: this happens after conflict between jason and other members of batfam are resolved and at that point cat villain! is more solidly on the cat vigilante! side

“How long is this going to take exactly? I’m about to take an involuntary cat nap with how utterly slow you all are being.”

The Court of Owls were a group of people you’ve absolutely despised on every era you’ve had under your cat mask. Whether it was your wild years as Cat Woman’s protégé or when you were basically assimilated as the Batfam’s shared s/o. You could never bring yourself to like absurdly rich people that well. Much less rich people who do bad things.

For legal and safety reasons, you have to say that the Batfamily are an exception.

You don’t know how on Earth they managed to get their hands on equipment that prevented your powers from working, but it was proving to be quite the annoying conundrum.

“I’m sorry but I’m feline a little too underwhelmed by this whole kidnapping thing. Why don’t we hurry things up a little?”

MEANWHILE . . .

“Where the hell did you take them?!”

Jason slammed Black Mask unto the wall, using the backside of his arm and pressing it against the man’s chest.

The latter’s men took a defensive, alert stance. Ready to pounce on command.

But Black Mask only gestured them to stand down.

“You have to understand, the fact that I even thought of informing you of my deal is a huge risk. I could lose my biggest benefactors.” He replied, calm and polite. In contrast to the harsh kick he deals to his assailant, making Jason back off. “I’m doing you all a favor. I’m doing [Cat Villain Name] a favor.”

“They’re currently on a private island to the south. I can’t give you the exact coordinates but here’s the general location.” He tossed a flashdrive, one swiftly caught and skimmed through by Tim.

“Why are you helping us?” Damian’s mind was already calculating the best way to get rid of everyone in this room. The grip on his katana tightening by the second. He had full faith that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but it did not help with the fear of disappearance whatsoever.

He was sure that the sight of you getting hurt would lead to him going on a rampage.

“Maybe the fact that even with my help, you kids being too late would open their mind and make them come back to our side. They’d finally learn that you’re only as good for them as Batman was to —“ Damian couldn’t stop himself anymore, knocking the man unconscious as the rest of the crew took down his goons with ease. Their worry over your current condition giving them a surprising amount of efficiency as a team.

“It’ll take several hours to even get to those islands much less even find which one . . .” Tim bit his lip. He wasn’t concerned at all. He knows you inside and out. In fact, he already knew where you were exactly. All of this info gathering was just his plan to delay things so that your patience would run out and he’d get front row seats to the carnage you’d inevitably cause. After all, there was something he can always predict when it came to you.

Your unending thirst for fun and chaos.

It took about a week for them to find you. Just about enough time for you to get antsy about not seeing your beloved pets and home.

And plenty of time for you to have your fun, pretending to be hurt, crying out in feigned agony, before you finally took down your prey.

“Red Hood! Come back! We can’t just barge in—“ Dick called out to Jason.

But all Jason could think of was the way you screamed in terror. The footage of your ‘torture’ was something he had nightmares about.

“Kitty! Are you—“ He kicked the door off its hinges, guns ready to fire.

But his sights only landed on a singular breathing being in the middle of a room. Covered in the blood of your victims. Grooming yourself clean.

Each lick sending shivers down his spine.

He sighed in relief. “You really have to stop playing with your food, Kitty.”

His lips envelopes yours as the world disappears from your vision.

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cheriecelestial · 29 days

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

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

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

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bluetooththereptile · 4 months

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Brotherhood?

Dick and you were close friends, comrades, brothers...yet he took away what you cherished the most, he ruined your marriage and shattered the perfect picture of your wife and children, she cheated on you with him for years, and pretended that his children were yours, now after your divorce she's married to him, you try to ease your pain, coping with the heart break. But why isn't Robert leaving you alone?! Unbeknownst of you, Dick wasn't planning on letting your friendship just disappear into thin air, sure, he hurt you, but he knew he could heal your words, he WILL heal you, you are his family, his brother, his best friend, and he'd be damned if he was going to leave you alone, even if it meant he'd drag you with him, kicking and screaming.

Yandere platonic dick and male reader? What do you say?

#blue talks #yandere #yandere batman #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere batfamily #yandere dick grayson #yandere nightwing

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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A Lesson Learnt

(Part Two of What he’s owed)

A/N: I didn’t even think I’d write a part 2 but here we are. Also I said I’d never write anal but here I am writing it and I actually thoroughly enjoyed the way it turned out. As always please read the warnings. Warnings: Yandere! Dick Grayson. Non con. Dub Con. Anal. Smut. Dacrayphilia. Hostage situation. 18+ Minors DNI Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Word count: 3.3k+

Wayne Enterprise technology had always fascinated you since being in the manor. While you had never taken an interest in becoming a vigilante, you thought you could see yourself working for Wayne Enterprise one day. But if Dick had any say in it, you sure you'd be house bound for the rest of eternity.

As the days had gone on, Dick had practically turned you into his personal sex slave. And the advanced technology that once fascinated you, didn't any longer. Instead you looked at it with a deep hatred and anger as it now had been used against you in one of the most cruelest ways. The black anklet laughing at you humourlessly as it bound you to the four walls of Dick Grayson's room.

In one way you were glad that he hadn't just hand cuffed you to his bed, at least giving you the freedom to walk around the bedroom and access to the en-suite. But he still had you as his hostage or as you liked to call it "his personal sex doll." As much as Dick adored that term, telling you that he knew how much you loved it, he also liked to tell you that you were more than that to him. You were everything to him.

But you just couldn't see it.

However, you couldn't deny the worry that etched in your stomach every time he came back more bruised than the night before. Or the fear that after every argument before he left your bedroom doors might be your last and you regretted to leave him in on such terms.

And because of that, you begun to hate yourself more than you ever hated Dick. But you'd never allow these feelings to show, burying them deep every time he walked through those bedroom doors. The only time you became vulnerable was after a few rounds in bed, being pushed to the point of a sobbing mess on top of him. Then you'd cling to him like your life depended on it, not wanting him to ever go.

A hand cupped your face, stirring out of your sleep as a voice followed it, "My pretty fuck doll all tucked up in bed for me."

"I'm tired," you murmured, trying to snuggle back into the comfort of the bed. You knew Dick wouldn't listen, he never did but you tried every time anyway. "Let me sleep, please."

"Baby, don't test me tonight," his voice was rough, coming out as a harsh warning that had your stomach churning. "You have until I get these clothes off me to be on top of those bed sheets."

"No."

Dick chuckled but there was no smile that met his lips, only a dark gaze that lingered on your form under his sheets. He was quick to tear his clothes off, letting each item drop to the floor with a slight thud, giving you time to be ready for him.

But you were being disobedient as always.

"I think you like how mean I can be to you," Dick hummed, crawling over the bed sheets towards you. His hand wrapped around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to draw your attention so you turned to him. "Are you going to be good for me tonight?"

Even with your eyes open you could barely see him in the dark room but you didn't miss how the moon hit off his shoulders, highlighting the new bruise there. You grimaced at the sight, eyes softening and you knew he noticed.

"Worried about me, are we?" A smirk settled onto his lips, grip on your throat loosening. "You know how you can make me feel better."

"Dick, please," you pleaded. "Just give me a break tonight."

"But then who's going to make my dick wet tonight," Dick purred into the subtle skin of your neck. "Be a good girl for me and you'll get treated like one."

Dick looked over you, hand lifting from your throat as he used both arms to cage you in. He smiled when you shuddered underneath him, admiring the way goosebumps covered you arms in slight fear. He knew even with how much you wanted to deny it, there'd be a pool waiting for him between your thighs.

"I thought we agreed you didn't need to wear clothes in my bed," he tutted, tugging at the edge of his t-shirt you were wearing. Within a second it was off, ripped from your body and behind him in a pile with the rest of his clothes. "Much better."

Of course you were still going to wear clothes, wanting to keep the one last shred of dignity you had in this room. Otherwise you would of admitted defeat and that isn't something you were so easily willing to do.

His knee pushed your thighs open, making it easier for him to manoeuvre himself between your legs. With how close he was getting to your core, you could feel the tears already brimming in your eyes, embarrassed with knowing how wet he already made you. You couldn't help the way your body reacted to him, you couldn't even begin to understand it yourself.

"I don't want to do this tonight," your voice was desperate as your hands came out to push him away. "Please."

Next thing you knew was your hands were pinned above your head, Dick hovering his face above yours as he frowned. His pupils completely blown out as he stared at you, making you turn away.

"I'm sorry," you were quick to mutter out, lips quivering at the thought of what was about to happen.

"I gave you a chance, don't say I didn't."

"I'll be good."

"I warned you enough already, looks like you need to learn."

Dick shoved your thighs apart, hand reaching down to slap across your pussy. He chuckled at the way you bucked your hips and gasped, repeating the action again but specifically to your puffy clit.

"At least you remembered not to wear any panties this time."

It was mortifying when he brought his fingers up in front of you, showing you how they were already coated in your juices. He pushed them into his mouth, humming in sweet delight at the taste.

"Such a mess for me."

His fingers reached back down, forcing their way into your walls to make sure you were fully stretched for him. You could feel the coolness of one of his rings entering you and you couldn't help yourself as you bucked your hips towards him. If there was one thing Dick Grayson knew how to do right, that was how to massage your walls. Whether it was his fingers or his dick, he'd have you a whorish mess for him in no time.

"Oh Dick," you whimpered when his fingers slid out of you.

"Don't worry pretty thing, I'm still going to take care of you," he chuckled menacingly, flipping you over onto your stomach. His hands moulded you into place so easily, having your face stuffed into his pillows and your back in that perfect arch. "See you know exactly what you're doing, Princess."

That nickname made your stomach churn, feeling the bile rise at your throat. He used to call you that when you first moved in, making sure you felt like a Princess in these walls and he was supposed to be your knight. But really he had been your captor in disguise and it made you wonder how long he had been praying on you for.

His fingers slid across your folds, gathering your slick and spreading it. You felt his thumb slide past your entrance, running over your other hole making you twist your head back to look at him.

"We definitely have to play with this hole sometime soon," Dick said, thumb circling the rim of it. "I bet you'd enjoy this. I know I would."

Without warning he pushed his thumb into you, making you wince at the intrusion not being at all prepared for it. You tried to wriggle away, not comfortable with the way it felt but he wasn't having any of it. His free hand held your hips in place, grip tightening to keep you still.

"Stay still for me and I'll make it feel better," he directed you, using more of your wetness to loosen you up. You grinded down on your teeth at the pressure, your hand even gripping onto the head board in front of you. "It'll ease up in a second just stay fucking still."

You were whimpering now, shoving your head into the pillows to hide your noises. You never even thought about doing this but of course Dick wanted every part of you he could take, not happy till he had conquered your whole body.

Like he said, it eased up eventually. The lube of your own slick being worked in help it open up and the feeling had your walls clenching down for some sort of needed release. One that Dick was too eager to give.

Dick's tip prodded against you, gathering wetness before poking at your entrance. With his thumb still inside your other hole, Dick pushed himself into your cunt, making sure to bottom out. And you really couldn't deny how close you could feel yourself to your orgasm, the new pressure building something new inside of you.

"Dick," you let out in a harsh breath, needing his attention.

"You're okay, baby," he groaned, sliding his free hand across your back. "It's all okay."

His thrusts inside you were slow, painfully slow. But with the way his thick cock filled you had you clenching around him, mewling like some sort of bitch in heat.

And he was loving every filthy second of it.

"Dick I'm gunna- I'm-" you gasped, hands clawing at the material of the sheets underneath you. Your legs trembled violently, orgasm approaching and you felt your head spinning with how intense you were feeling.

"I've got you, baby."

His words had you creaming around his cock, the most dirtiest sound being torn from your throat as you climaxed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your legs completely gave out from underneath you. Dick had to place a hand underneath your hips, holding you in position as you rode your high out.

"See how I take care of you."

He slid a second finger in, making you wince as he stretched your asshole open. You could tell what he was doing and as much you wanted to refuse him this, you knew he'd take it from you whether you were okay with it or not.

"Dick it's too much," you cried, letting out harsh breaths as his fingers and dick worked in your separate holes. "S'too much."

"This is what brats like you get," Dick groaned from above you, rolling his hips into yours. "If you had just been good, I would have gone easy on you. Now it's all about what I want and what I really want is to cum in this hole." He shoved his fingers in deep, chuckling at how you tensed at the feeling.

Even though you were stuck in a daze from the way Dick was drilling into you, you were still paralysed in fear at what he was about to do to you.

His fingers slid out of you with a quiet pop, making you feel slightly empty and gaping for him. His hands grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart in the most unholy way.

"Be a good girl for me and listen to what I say."

"Okay," you said so obediently.

"That's a good girl, keep this up and I'll make sure to be good to you tomorrow."

You couldn't see him but you could tell Dick was grinning proudly down at you, probably staring at the mess between your cheeks like some possessed man. The worst part was you wanted to see what he looked like, wanted to admire how he looked at you. And you despised yourself for it, making you feel more disgusted at yourself than you had ever felt before him. You were becoming sick for him, being moulded into his personal sex slave the more he fucked you dumb on his cock.

When his cock slid out of your cunt, you whined for him, only to gasp suddenly as his tip poked at your other hole. While Dick was your first, and probably the only person you'd ever be with, you knew he was big. Having nothing to compare him to didn't make his size any less daunting. He was thick and long, a stretch every time he entered your cunt and you were honestly confused at how he thought he was ever going to fit into your ass.

But when Dick set his mind to something, there wasn't anything that was going to stop him. You knew that a little too well.

"Breathe for me."

You listened to him, trying to breath through your shakiness as you felt himself breeching your hole but it was a struggle. When his tip slipped in, you were all tense, fighting against the sensation to have him inside of you. With that he pulled out, a huff leaving his lips and you could sense he was getting agitated with your behaviour.

"When I say breathe, I mean fucking breathe. Relax for me or it's going to be more painful than pleasurable for you," his voice came out from a deep growl in his chest, letting you know how he serious he was being.

He had never been mean to you before that night, only ever showing you his caring side as he took care of you. You hated how he could change, sometimes wishing he would revert back to his soft side. But at least this way you could differentiate it as two different people. And with the way he fucked you most of the time, relentless and uncaring, you needed to differentiate him from the man you once saw as a protector and in ways a brother.

It was easier that way.

"It hurts," you cried, body trembling at his harsh words.

"I know," he was all soft again, hand rubbing your back to ease you up. Your stomach stirred at this, feeling yourself relax at his warm touch. "It'll be okay, just take steady breaths."

You did, taking deep inhale and exhales as you felt him press his tip against your hole again. He nudged himself in you further, pulling out and repeating until your walls eased to accommodate his size. Once he managed to push himself all the way in, he was groaning at the sensation, throbbing inside of you. While you were gasping, trying to catch your breath as you bit down on your tongue.

"Touch your pussy for me," Dick demanded, taking your hand that was gripping at the sheets. He placed it between your thighs, guiding it to your clit as he applied pressure there. "Trust me on this one."

And you did, fingers rubbing circles into your clit. While you took care of yourself there, Dick got lost in the feeling of his cock in the tightness of your new hole. He couldn't even hide how good it was making him feel, moaning as he thrusted himself inside of you.

Oh, you really wished to see him now.

His hands on your cheeks were used as leverage as he started to pick up the pace, becoming feral behind you. Your vision was so blurry from the tears and the haze he had you in, you really felt like you could pass out from it all.

"Dick," you let out inbetween the most lewdest noises, your fingers pressing harder into your clit. "I think- I-" You could barely speak in coherent sentences and Dick was probably clueless to what you were saying. But Dick could sense how he was making you feel, seeing how you were so close again.

"See how I'm taking such care of you," Dick grunted in a heavy breath, grip on your cheeks becoming bruising as he held onto you. "I can feel how good I make you feel, Princess."

You clenched down, hard. The word hitting some nerve that you really didn't like.

"Like it when I call you that," Dick hummed. "Princess."

"Please, no," you pleaded really wishing you wouldn't come to him calling you that. It was too messed up for you to fathom, you didn't want to think this was your sweet Dick, you needed to picture him as a different person. "Don't call me that. Not that."

"But I like the way your walls hold me when I do," Dick admitted, thrusting just a little bit harder. "Princess."

You lost it, clamping down on him in the midst of it all. Your fingers worked in a messy pace, hand becoming shaky as you continued to rub yourself. You could feel yourself dripping onto the bed at how intense your orgasm was and you felt deeply embarrassed with the moans that were being ripped from the back of your throat.

"Fuck that's it," Dick's voice was unrecognisable from behind you, a crumbling mess himself as your orgasm sent him over the edge. He hunched over you, abs pressed to your back as they tensed and untensed as he came inside of you. Your walls were practically milking him and you could feel each spurt of cum fill your hole.

He made sure to empty his balls completely, with a few sloppy thrusts and slipped out of you as he rolled to the side. You could feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs, making you feel like some sort of used toy. And you hated that feeling because you found yourself a teary eyed mess crawling over to him.

Usually his arms would be open and ready to take you in, holding you to his chest. But Dick was visibly shaking from the orgasm he just had, breathing still ragged as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Dick," you let out in a choked cry, grabbing his attention.

Dick's eyes widened at you, almost forgetting you were there in his fucked up state but as soon as he saw those wet eyes, he softened again. He grabbed you, pulling you onto his chest so he could hold you against him. His hand caressed your back, fingers tickling your subtle skin.

You nestled your face into his neck, hands grabbing at his biceps to cling onto him. A pathetic mess.

Without warning Dick's hand came full force against your ass cheek, making you sob even harder into him.

"Dick, please," you begged him, feeling your nails dig in as you felt more of his cum spill out of you.

You were sure he could feel it to, probably dripping onto his toned stomach underneath you.

"Can we please rest now?" You were all choked up, hoping he would take it easy on you.

"I'm sorry, Princess," he started saying, fingers now toying with the cum between your cheeks. "But if you had just played nice like I asked you then I would of taken it easy."

"I'm sorry."

You feel how smug he was against you, adoring how vulnerable he could make you with just his dick. There was no way he was going to let you up tonight with the way your voice was making his cock harden all over again.

His fingers pinched at your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. You couldn't ignore the deep contrast in your teary eyed expression to his cheesy smirk, it made you feel heated the way he liked dominating you like this.

"How about this? If you be a good for me for the rest of the night, I'll let you have more of a lie in tomorrow." His smile widened as he thought of something else, pinching your chin even harder. "And I'll even eat you out for breakfast."

God, he was sick.

But so were you as you nodded in agreement, taking all he would give you.

"See look at you learning so quickly." His lips were shoved against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he spoke, "That's a good fuck doll."

#yandere dick grayson #yandere dick Grayson x reader #yandere nightwing #yandere nightwing x reader #dick Grayson x reader #dick grayson smut

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 months

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Edit: I’ve gotten so many responses and yall- here’s a hug 🩷🩷🤧-

Okay okay okay I have a non judgmental question because I just want to understand yall. WHY- I mean WHY are yall into yandere? Like it’s violent yandere! Break the legs and kill the family and lokey rape type of yandere. Or even just the install hidden microphones and gift things with hidden cameras and stalk you kind of yandere. I want to know why yall consume that content? I’ve been stalked before multiple times and it’s TERRIFYING. Why do you consume that content? Seriously no judgement but I do not understand and I need a perspective even if I don’t agree with you on it

Follow up question, if the stalking and rape and stuff happened to you (a yandere lover) irl, how would you feel? Do you actually want someone obsessed with you this intensely?

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years

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

[Oh hell yes. ]

Batman/Bruce Wayne:

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

But you notice.

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

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

You noticed him.

His efforts.

You shouldn't have.

Nightwing/Dick Grayson:

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

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

"Hey~!"

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

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

Red Hood/Jason Todd:

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

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

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

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

Red Robin/Time Drake:

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

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

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

Ronin/Damien Wayne:

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

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

[Hope you like it!]

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 6 months

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I just saw the art you reblogged and it got me thinking. What do you think of yandere Dick Grayson? For some reason I see him more of a lucid type, while also being really protective, since he lost so much already. His ass is nice too

He ain't the most sexualized DC man for nothing, babe

But yeah I prefer him as a lucid yandere that tends to put on a front sometimes. That prettyboy reputation he has isn't really that accurate, but he can use that and his charm as a smokescreen to hide just how protective he is of Darling. He's kind of like Hawks from BNHA in that respect, and like Hawks once Darling discovers/confronts him about it, he drops it and is blunt as fuck about everything he's done.

Like "...Yeah, I did put a tracker on you. And that camera you found is mine too. But you know how many dangerous people are in Bludhaven and Gotham, and if any of them realized how important you are to me, they'd take you in a heartbeat. Barbara was shot and paralyzed by Joker because he knew she was close to Batman. He tortured and killed (maybe Arkham Knight hasn't happened yet) Jason. I'm not going to let that happen to you, to us. So if that means invading your privacy here and there, I'm sorry but that's what I'm going to do."

In that respect he's a pretty chill yandere. He's more inclined to stalk you and would only prevent you from going out of your own free will if there was an incident where you got put in danger. Like if someone tried to mug you or a villain tried going after you, then you're going to his safehouse until he deals with it. He won't kill, but he'll get pretty fucking close; a slashed Achilles tendon and two broken arms isn't fatal, but it does prevent a guy from hurting you.

He's so lucid that he knows this is going too far and that this isn't what Bruce trained him to do to protect his loved ones. But...well, look at what Bruce's methods have produced: Barbara was paralyzed because of him, Jason got tortured and brainwashed, Talia was killed. Maybe harsher methods are a better way to stop your loved ones from getting hurt.

#.dc #.arkhamverse #.nightwing #.dick grayson #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere nightwing #yandere dick grayson #thots

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knullanon · 1 year

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

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

words: 1101

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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MATCHBREAKER

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

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

status: unedited

[ prequel to this fic ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That little—“

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

PLAN A: FE[A]R OF COMMITMENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?!”

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

The rest of the titans collectively sigh.

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

PLAN C: [C]RIME OF PASSION

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

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

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

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

“A crime of passion.”

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

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

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

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

PLAN F: [F]URRY LOVE

“Okay who named this plan, exactly?”

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

Victor coughed at her comment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ack! Why am I feeling so itchy?”

“Let me help you with that—“

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

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

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

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

“Well . . . That works.”

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

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

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

“Ahaha . . . I’m screwed aren’t I?”

“Oh Habibti, you can’t even imagine.”

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

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pandas-pandemonium · 1 year

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Yandere! Dick Grayson excerpt

It's 2am and I experienced Dick Grayson brainrot and regurgitated this unedited nor proofread mess. I don't know enough about DC, much less about Nightwing and co to actually make a full-fledged fic outta this, unless I risk ALL of the characters becoming massively OOC. Anyways, enjoy I guess?

Also, because it seems to be a common disclaimer to put nowadays: It goes without saying that I do not condone yandere behaviour in real life as it is incredibly unhealthy behaviour. This stays in fiction and should not be emulated in real life.

CW: Yandere - possessiveness, thoughts of abduction, OOC!Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Setting: Isekai!Reader x Yan!Dick Grayson (+ hints to Yan!Batfam in general)

Dick swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched you through your window. You were sound asleep; unaware to the blood that had been shed in your name, or to the cries of the people who Dick deemed unworthy of your attention. His lips twisted into a grimace as he recalled what Superman said.

That a way back to your world has possibly been found.

It had been three months. Three months since you moved into the Wayne manor. Three months since you woke up on the manor's roof, appearing out of thin air.

Did you really have to go back? Yes, you have family who are waiting and possibly worried sick over your disappearance, but is that a guarantee? Dick understood the importance of family. If one of his (adopted) brothers or sisters disappeared, he too, would be worried sick.

But as he gazed down on your sleeping form, a thought crept into his mind.

Why should you go back, when him and the rest of the Waynes are more than happy to take you in as one of their own?

That night as Dick leapt off the balcony railing, he made a decision: He was going to keep you in this world, no matter what it takes.

#yandere x reader #yandere dick grayson #yandere nightwing #yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere drabble

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Unwanted embrace

Neglected Bat-family member x yandere Bruce wayne

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

Tw: mentions of past neglect

Closing your closet you sighed, ripping the justice leage mark away from your costume, you no longer needed that, it once was your dream to work there as hero, save lives and protect humanity, but now you just saw it as a useless badge that just made you remember things you wanted to bury deep down in your mind and never think about them again. You had told Superman that you were going to quit just an hour ago, and you didn’t wait for other members to even protest when he agreed about it and went to gather your things up.

Once becoming a hero was your dream, you worked so hard on your powers to reach the level that you could be considering worthy enough to join the league, you were one of the youngest members of it, you were only 18, no, today you would turn 19, as Alfred had reminded you by a call this morning you two had. He was shocked you had forgotten your own birthday, maybe you were to used to it getting forgotten that you had thought of it as an unimportant date and had forgotten it, well it was the day you were pulled out from the safe and sound womb of your mother, born to the world you no longer wanted to be a part of.

You picked your baggage up and flipped the mark in your hand as you walked out of the locker room, putting the badge in Barry’s hands you gave him a half smile which was filled witj bitterness “It was good to work with you!” Barry opened his mouth “But (Y/N) you had just joined six months ago! weren’t you the one that wanted to beat anyone in the younger league to find a place here?” You just shrugged “I have lost interest…” you simply said ignoring Diana nag about you being selfish and leaving when you were needed the most, you waved them good bye and walked out of the justice hall, the dark rainy evening doing nothing good to your mood.

You took your mask off and took in a deep breath as your head lowered, now that you were old enough to leave home, you had so many plans to catch and it was rather overwhelming. You uncle had opened his home’s door for you, suggesting that you could stay with him for a while, till you could find the job you wanted the most, you had the money after all, years of trying to be independent were paying themselves off. You searched your bag for your car’s key, cursing under your breath as lightning hit the sky, which meant more rain.

The lightning brightened your surroundings for a second, giving you the ability to see a tall shadow that was looming over you. You made yourself busy, ignoring the black knight standing behind you “(Y/N)” hearing your name from him made goosebumps appear on your skin, when was the last time he had called you by your name? You turned around, to see him standing there, staring at you, finally, giving you his full attention “What do you want batman?” you said, now taking a step back, clenching the bag in your hand.

“I’ve heard you quit your place…why?” you couldn’t help but scoff at that, he was “the world’s best detective” he didn’t know the reason? “What do you think?” you said, arching your brow, but when you were met with silence you sighed, palming your face “Why I am wasting my time talking to you?” you asked yourself, hair now damp with rain “Because I am your father and I know how much hard you worked to get here” he said, face still emotionless but his voice held some hints of…desperation? You scoffed louder at that “My father…” you mumbled to yourself “How dare you call yourself my father?” you asked, fingers curling up into a fist “If it wasn’t for me leaving the manor you wouldn’t be reminded that I even existed there as a "family member” you mocked “Cut this crap…I have to be somewhere soon…” you said turning away.

“Look (Y/N) I understand-” you turned to face him again shouting “It’s (Y/H/N) to you batman! i am no longer your child! When was the last time you wanted to talk to me like this? wasn’t it my first day of school? how can you understand this? yes you lost your parents when you were a child but I did mine too! my mother that you never even care to hide your hatred for her died at giving birth to me and you were to disgusted by your own child that you hardly coped with me being there, isn’t it the truth hmm?” you said now walking toward him “You were never there batman… I didn’t have a father, I just had sire that paid for my life, when was the last time you asked me what I needed then your money? Oh right you were busy with tending to your growing family!” you pushed him on the chest not so gently, staring at him, eyes full of hatred as tears made them glossy “Do you even know how old I am?” you said now voice sad, yet firm.

Bruce looked at you without saying anything, he didn’t have anything to say, you were the result of his darkest days, when your mother had manipulated him and had given birth to you, but she was not lucky to live longer and enjoy his wealth, he wanted to forget her, forget everything that belonged to that time, including you…his own child. He turned his head away from you not coping to look at you in the eyes anymore. You scoffed bitterly “That’s what I expected from you, now go! your family must be missing you, isn’t your "baby” alone?“ you spat into his face, remembering how he had not let his other child, that was at Damian’s age, to become a hero like you did. To tell the truth you had joined to prove yourself to him, the man that had ignored your gifts that you would make by your own hands for father’s day, Alfred was the one that took them happily, complimenting about it even if it was nothing special, your little heart was broken but you had seen him take care of other members of the family and you wanted that love too, but he didn’t even care to spare you a glance.

You were a mistake, as he had told Alfred years ago, he wanted you gone. That was why you were both angry and confused right now, why he was there? "listen (Y/N)…let’s go home and talk about this properly alright?” He said trying to reach for your hand which you moved away quickly “For what? you want to lock me up there too?” you had seen what he did to his “baby” the poor child was spoiled rotten with his attention but he didn’t let her go for a mere second “though I’m sure you just want to make an excuse to say "I did what I could they left on their own!” I’m not a child anymore batman…and for the second time if you call me by my name again I’ll punch you in the face! that name is what my mother chose for me, you can not use that…you are not worthy of it!“

Bruce looked at you as your words sunk inside his mind, adding fuel to the storm that was making the guilt in his chest even more heavy. How you had become such a wonderful creature? powerful, independent…all on your own? and he didn’t have any part at any of it. The moment Alfred had informed him that you had left the manor the covers that he had put on the dark parts of his mind were pulled away, revealing you, his first child, whom had even changed their last name from "Wayne” to your mother’s not wanting to have anything to do with him. He wanted to fix that part of his life, he wanted to start it with you, but it seemed it was to late…no, it was not, you were his child, and he would be damned if he ever disappoint you again, you were family, and he was going to shove it in your mind if he could to make you understand.

He took your arm and held it gently but his grip was firm “We can talk about this later…you’ll catch a cold like this!” You were dumbfounded by what he had said for a second, good so he still had the surprise tactic against you, but it didn’t last long as the confusion gave place to anger and you pulled your arm out of his grip “It’s none of your business!” you hissed and walked away, looking for your car. You thought it was the last time you were meeting him, but you would be proven wrong…oh so wrong “My child…” he told himself as he watched you walk away “My baby…”

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What He's Owed

A/N: This blog just became multi-fandom. This is dark so please proceed with caution. I’ve given this a once over so there might still be some grammatical mistakes. Warnings: Dark! Dick Grayson. Non con. Dub Con. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Word count: 3.1k+

Part two here

"Dick," you droned, rolling your eyes.

Dick had his head pressed between your thighs, face flush against your crotch inappropriately. He rubbed his face around, sighing as he buried himself against you.

"Stop," you told him, pushing against his head. "We've talked about this." Your hands were no use against him, your pathetic strength working against pure muscle.

"I need some affection," Dick groaned, moving from between your thighs to hover over you. "I almost died the other night-"

"You die almost every night," you huffed, looking away from him. "It's your job."

"Don't you worry about me?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes again which only made Dick more needy as he collapsed on top of you.

"You should worry about me all the time." Dick nestled his face into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"I do." Your hands tried to push him away again, only to be caught by his as he pinned them above you.

At one point his strength used to make you feel protected, knowing that as long as you were around him that you'd be safe. When you moved into the manor, you desperately craved that reassurance and Dick was always waiting to give it you.

But now as he had your body pinned beneath him with ease, his strength scared you. How easily he could use that strength to over power you, to mould you in anyway he wanted, the way you clearly knew he wanted. You could feel how hard he was as he pressed against your crotch and it hadn't been the first time he had made you aware of his desires towards you.

He made it very clear every day.

-No, every moment.

Whether that was rubbing up on your ass as you tried to cook in the kitchen, practically trying to fuck you through any clothes you were wearing. Or when he'd try and get you to wrestle him, just so he could shove you up against a wall, pressing his body flush against yours. Each time you'd be telling him to stop, trying to force him away but failing massively.

"Dick, stop please," you pleaded, hoping he'd just get off at you.

He shifted, rubbing his hard on against you in a way that made you bite your bottom lip. "Let me just fool around a bit."

"I said no-"

"Dick," Jason's voice shouted, footsteps drawing closer to your room. The door was already open, letting Jason walk right in.

"What?" Dick snapped, glaring at Jason.

Jason's jaw clenched at the sight of you two, clearly seeing how defenceless you were underneath him. "You're wanted downstairs."

"Fuck." Dick became tense, adjusting himself in his joggers as he got up. The frustration was radiating off of him and you knew you couldn't escape from him forever.

Once Dick was out of sight, Jason gave you a once over. Your face flushed and your eyes brimmed with tears, he could clearly tell that something was off.

"What?" You asked, voice coming out rougher than you had meant for it.

"If somethings going on, you can tell me," Jason's voice was soft laced with concern as he stood by the door.

"Nothing is going on," you tried to reassure him, sniffling to get rid of the tears. You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. "You know Dick."

"There is Dick and then there's Dick with you," Jason replied, not wanting to drop the subject. "And I worry that Dick is pushing you into something you're not comfortable with."

"I'm fine, honestly," you told him, getting up from the bed. You walked over to him, pressing a hand on the door. "I'll be fine but right now I have to get ready for tonight."

You could tell Jason didn't want to stop talking, the ever caring one towards you. But he also never wanted to push you, so he left with a, "Of course."

With the door closed, you took a steady breath trying to block out the feeling of your stomach churning.

The thing that you hated most was you blamed yourself for the way Dick felt about you. If you hadn't clung to him for years, hadn't been so desperate for his protection, he wouldn't still be clinging to you trying to give you it.

You looked at him like a sibling but Dick saw you as anything but.

"So, what do you think?"

You twirled around, lips widening into a bright smile. The black dress draped over you, sheer from below your breasts to your toes, hugging your figure. If it weren't for the black underwear you were wearing, everything would be on show.

"You like it?" You asked, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

Dick's jaw clenched as he took you in with hungry eyes because it wasn't him you were looking at with that beautiful smile, it was Jason.

"You look great," Jason huffed, laughing at you. He put his arm out for you to take. "Can we go now?"

Dick was quick to step in the way, taking your hand in his as he pulled you towards the door. "Let's go."

The car journey was long especially with the heavy arm around your shoulder holding you firmly in place.

All the others chatted, barely noticing your situation as they got excited for the Gala. But how could you be excited when Dick was acting like this?

"Don't stray far from me tonight," Dick whispered, lips brushing your ear. He chuckled as you shivered, taking pleasure in the way you cowered from him. "I need you close. Who knows what could happen?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It's just a charity event."

"If you're closer to me, I can protect you," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face. "I just want to protect you."

His gaze softened on you, tugging at your heart strings as you said, "I know, Dick."

"You look amazing tonight," Dick gleamed, face an inch from yours. His breath fanned against your face and you gulped, having no where to back away. "Fucking, beautiful."

"Dick-" you were cut off by his lips on top of yours, smothering you in a kiss.

The car had stopped, Dick's lips leaving yours as he gently pressed his forehead against yours.

"Come on love birds," Tim mocked, stepping out of the car.

"We're coming," Dick told him, smirking at you before exiting the car.

When you stepped out, Dick's hand was waiting for you to take it and you did, not wanting to make a scene in front of so many people. That's how you stayed all night, a quiet girl holding onto Dick's arm as he paraded around the room. He used to call you his little mouse, so quiet and fragile when you entered the manor.

"She isn't feeling well. We're going to head back now."

You must of been out of it, finally tuning into the conversation once you heard that.

"Really?" Jason asked, taking you in.

"Really," Dick stated, stepping closer to Jason.

"I think she can answer for herself," Jason said, looking down at you. "Y/N?"

"What?" You were baffled not sure what had been said.

"You don't have to go with him. You can stay here," Jason told you, eyes pleading with you to listen to him.

"She isn't feeling well," Dick snapped back, pushing his chest up against Jason. "She wants to go home."

They were getting in each others faces, drawing attention to the themselves.

Your hand pushed in between them and you pulled Dick away as you smiled at Jason. "I'm just feeling restless. These events take it out of me, you know."

"You don't have to go." Jason was trying as hard as he could but you knew what you were going to pick at the end of the day.

"Have a good rest of your night," you smiled, rubbing his cheek softly before walking away.

Dick practically dragged you out of the party, quick to get you in the car and back to the manor. He was cold in the car ride back, eyes focusing on anywhere but you.

"Dick," you called out, hand brushing his thigh as you tried to grab his attention. "Talk to me."

He couldn't look at you even the slightest thought of you was sending his body into over drive. His cock was straining in his trousers, making it hard to think about anything over than what he was planning to do with you once you got through those doors.

"You're freaking me out," your voice came out shaky, hand resting against his chest.

That same hand was used to yank you out of the car once you pulled up to the manor, taking you in. His grip was harsh, almost bruising, and his pace was so quick it had you tripping on the steps, grazing your knee in the process.

"Dick," you hissed, ripping your arm out of his grip. "Would you stop?"

But when you gazed up at him, there was none of the Dick that you knew there. His dark eyes were blown out, staring at you if you were his pray and he was your predator.

He threw you up over his shoulder, carrying you into the manor with you hitting at his back to no avail.

"Dick, put me down," you squealed, trying to wriggle from his grip. "Put me down."

When he finally put you down, it was to throw you onto a bed, his bed.

You drew your legs up to your chest, crawling to the back of the bed to get away from him.

"You want this," Dick stated, undoing the buttons of his suit. He was peeling away at his suit, rushing to get it off. "You could have stayed at that gala with Jason. But you came here with me. You know you want this."

"I just didn't want you to fight," your words came out choked, fear creeping into your bones at how he towered over you. "Or make a scene. I-I-"

"I-I-uh," he mocked you, tearing his shirt from his body. Buttons popped off, flying around the room as he ripped the material off his body, revealing the pure muscle underneath. "You want me to protect you, to look after you. I've done that, haven't I?"

"Yes," you gulped, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "But I don't want this."

"You've played with me for too long." Dick unbuckled his belt, the sound of it dropping to the floor making you flinch. "And I think it's time I get what I'm owed."

"Dick, please." You were frozen on the bed, knowing that there would be no point in fighting back. Tears stained your puffy cheeks as you wiped them away furiously, cowering by the pillows.

His lips attached to yours within a second, hand gripping the back of your hair as he drew you closer. You didn't fight against it but you didn't reciprocate either, sitting like a statue as you let his lips mould into yours.

You gasped when he yanked your head back, tugging on your hair as he made you look at him. There was an anger to him, teeth grinding against each other as he spoke, "You're fine. Stop crying and enjoy this. Otherwise it will get worse for you."

Did he just threaten you? Dick had never threatened you before.

When his lips crashed against yours again, you kissed back, even opening your mouth to allow his tongue to invade it. You couldn't even deny how soft his lips were against yours. How the kiss felt like the perfect mixture between rough and gentle. How your stomach stirred when he pressed against you even if you didn't want it too.

"Fuck," he murmured breathlessly, lips trailing down your neck. His hands were grabbing against your sides, gripping your hips harshly as he pulled you closer. You didn't even know why you did it but your legs opened willingly for him allowing him more space to get closer to you. "Good girl, learning quickly aren't you?"

His hands ripped your clothes off, your dress hanging off your body in tattered pieces once his hands were done with it. Then his lips were on you again, nibbling and licking at the skin of your breasts as he marked his territory.

"You're so beautiful." Dick gazed down, admiring the work that he had just begun creating. One of his hands shifted from your hips, slipping in the waistband of your underwear.

You couldn't help your reaction, instantly retracting from him at the feel of his fingers on your skin there. You could feel yourself forcing down a sob as it started to sink in what was actually about to happen.

"It's okay, baby," he purred at you, chuckling at your broken expression as his fingers slid into your panties. His fingers forced their way in, making you gasp as his fingers pressed against your folds. "You're soaked."

The way he smirked at you as if he had won some sort of game between you.

All you wanted was to slap that smile off his face, fight against him and the way your panties were clinging to your pussy from all the juices there. His fingers yanked the material down before pushing his fingers inside you in one thrust.

"That hurts," you hissed, grabbing his wrist hoping to push him back.

"I need to open you up a bit." Dick's voice lowered, licking his lips as he stared between your legs. His thumb came up as he dragged it over your clit, circling it. "Can't just go in straight away. Not when you're a virgin."

Your eyes looked up, widening at him. No one knew that you were a virgin so how did he know.

"I couldn't hurt you like that."

Didn't he already know how he was hurting you?

His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot you had never felt before and the moan that escaped your lips had him grinning ear to ear. He repeated the motion, hoping to get you to make the sound again. But you bit on your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out of you and the growing tension in your stomach stopped suddenly.

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be," Dick huffed, growing angrier at your reluctance. "I'm tired of waiting."

With one move you were pulled down to your back, Dick kneeling between your legs as he pushed the material of his boxers down. His cock sprung against his stomach, thick and longer than you could imagine. The tip leaked with pre cum, painting his abs as it stated at you angry and red.

This was really happening.

"We can stop this," you pleaded with Dick, trying to pull yourself up from the bed. His body hovered over yours, caging you in. "I won't tell anyone what happened and we can just pretend-"

"This is going to hurt."

The words were followed with a hand pressed against your mouth and you didn't realise why until he slammed his cock in. Even through his hand your scream couldn't be muffled, feeling the sharpest pain as your virgin walls were forced apart by him.

"It will feel better in a second. Trust me."

He rested his head against yours, lips brushing the back of his own hand as he finally started to move. You could tell he was holding back, softly rocking his hips back and forth so your walls would accommodate his size. He grinded his teeth against one another, jaw tensing as he kept himself in control.

"You feel so good."

You couldn't even deny it as your eyes rolled back and you sighed into his hand, you were feeling the pleasure taking over. Your walls were accepting him, his cock massaging your walls and keeping you full as pushed himself in and out. He knew you were starting to enjoy it, moving his hand to the side so he could finally hear the uneven breaths fall from your lips.

Dick couldn't help but watch you as you crumbled apart underneath him. His hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb. His pants matching your sighs as you became lost in him.

"I've got you," he reassured you, pushing your hair out of your face. "I'll make you feel so good."

He didn't lie.

His hips rolled up into yours, hitting you at a new angle that made you moan for him. You could tell he was proud of himself as he smiled proudly, teeth winking at you. "You like that, baby?"

"Dick," you whimpered, unable to control yourself as your walls clenched around him. Your hands grabbed onto his arms, nails digging in to ground yourself as his pace got fast. "N-No." your words became lost as his thrusts picked up, hips slapping against yours in a brutal pace.

"I wish you could see yourself," Dick groaned, pressing kisses to your face. "Making such a mess in my bed."

You couldn't help but cling to him as you felt his cock slam into you repeatedly, pushing you over the edge finally. The noises that you made were foreign to your ears, loud and lewd as your walls squeezed him for dear life. It was intense and you were so dazed you couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

All you could think about was him, your Dick.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

The words hit your ears but they didn't sink in until...

"I can't wait to paint your pretty pussy."

You wanted to scream at him not to but his lips were already smashed against yours, stoping you from saying anything.

He was throbbing inside you and as much as you despised it, your hips were lifting to meet his. It wasn't long before he was spilling inside of you, moaning into your lips at the feeling. You were sobbing at the last few thrusts, a complete wreck underneath him at the way he was making you feel.

"Dick I-" you words were strangled in your throat as you gazed up at him, feeling conflicted by the look in his eyes.

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing his nose against yours. That dark look had faded from his eyes and now he stared at you with pure adoration, stirring your stomach in ways that it had never felt before.

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head.

"Whatever you say angel," he breathed in your ear, nuzzling himself in your neck as he kept himself buried inside you.

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