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☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTE : Minors DNI. Damian is an adult. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Bruce eats pussy like it’s a goddamn art form—he’s precise, calculated, and maddeningly patient. He starts slow, always. Those big hands spread you open, thumbs keeping you vulnerable as he just looks at you, like you’re a meal he’s been starving for. Then, his tongue starts, slow and flat, dragging up from your entrance to your clit in one smooth stroke that has your breath catching. He doesn’t rush, not at first—he builds you up so slowly that you’re practically begging him to stop teasing. When he gets serious? Oh, you’re fucked. Bruce focuses entirely on your clit, his tongue pressing firm and circling in ways that have your thighs trembling. He slides two fingers inside you, curving them just right to hit that spot, and he watches you. His dark eyes stay locked on your face, reading every reaction like he’s solving some complex puzzle. And god, he loves control. If you try to squirm or close your legs, he growls, low and dangerous, “Stay still, or I’ll stop.” Spoiler: he never actually stops, but the threat alone keeps you in place. When you cum, he doesn’t let up. His tongue keeps working you, dragging you through wave after wave until you’re crying out his name, completely wrecked.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Dick? He’s a pussy-eating legend. You know how some people enjoy it? Dick fucking loves it. He dives in like it’s his favorite thing in the world, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his face buried between your legs as he moans like a man possessed. He’s messy about it, too—his tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking on your clit like he’s trying to ruin you. But Dick knows exactly how to build you up. He’ll start with long, teasing licks, making you squirm and whimper, and then he focuses entirely on your clit. His tongue moves in quick, flicking motions, switching it up with soft sucks that send shocks through your entire body. And he’s loud. He moans into you, murmuring things like, “You taste so fucking good,” and “I could stay down here all night.” His fingers? Fucking perfect. He slips two inside you effortlessly, curling them up in time with his tongue until you’re sobbing from the intensity. And Dick doesn’t stop when you cum. Nope. He keeps going, even as you’re begging him for mercy, his grin widening against your skin because he knows he’s got you falling apart.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Jason eats pussy like he’s got something to prove. There’s nothing soft or sweet about it—it’s raw, filthy, and absolutely fucking primal. He doesn’t even bother teasing you. The second your legs are open, his face is buried between them, his tongue lapping at you like he’s starving. His grip on your thighs is bruising—he keeps you pinned in place no matter how much you try to squirm. His tongue is relentless, focusing on your clit with harsh flicks and sucks that have you seeing stars in seconds. Jason’s all about intensity—he groans against you, low and rough, sending vibrations through your body. And when he slides his fingers inside you, It’s game over. He pumps them hard and fast, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over until you’re screaming his name. Jason loves watching you lose control. He’ll pull back just enough to smirk at you, his lips and chin soaked, and growl, “C’mon, baby. Let me hear you.” And when you finally cum? He doesn’t stop. He forces you to take every second of it, holding you down as he works you through the aftershocks, leaving you completely wrecked.

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Damian is precise. He approaches eating pussy like a challenge, determined to reduce you to nothing but gasps and moans. He starts slow, dragging his tongue through your folds with maddening patience, watching your every reaction. His hands hold your thighs apart, firm but not rough, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Once he finds what works, Damian locks in like a man on a mission. His tongue circles your clit in perfect, rhythmic motions, alternating with soft flicks that have your back arching off the bed. He doesn’t get messy—everything he does is intentional, calculated, and devastatingly effective. His fingers join the party soon enough, sliding inside you with ease, curling up to hit your G-spot with every stroke. Damian’s all about control. If you try to move, he tightens his grip, growling, “Stay still. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s also vocal in a way that’s almost mocking. “Look at you. Falling apart for me already.” And when you cum? Damian doesn’t stop. He keeps going, overstimulating you until you’re trembling, tears streaming down your face as you beg him to let you breathe. He’ll finally pull back, wiping his mouth with a smug smirk, because he knows no one else can make you feel like that.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Is Your Relationship With Batfam In General?

☆⁠ NOTES : Reader is a pervert. Reader have the same abilities as spiderman. Again another silly fic that should not be taken seriously. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

At 22, you were a far cry from the scrappy little thief Bruce and Dick had caught all those years ago. Sure, you were still crass, still brutally honest, and still had a penchant for letting your intrusive thoughts win, but now? Now you were hot.

Like, objectively hot. Your tight black spider suit left very little to the imagination, clinging to every curve and muscle as you swung through the city. And you loved every second of it. The attention? Oh, the attention was your lifeblood. You basked in it like a lizard in the sun.

Dick was still wearing those tight pants, wasn’t he? You couldn’t help but stare. I mean, seriously, the guy had a killer ass. You were supposed to be on a mission, but all you could think about was how the suit hugged his figure in ways that made you forget everything except your growing thoughts. You even compared your ass to his when he wasn’t looking—just to make sure you were still in the running for the Best Butt in Gotham.

“Hey, Grayson,” you called out, voice dripping with amusement. He turned his head slightly, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Nice ass.” You grinned, winking.

He blinked. “What?” He stopped walking and spun around, completely thrown off by your bluntness.

“Oh, nothing, just admiring the view,” you shrugged, taking a step forward and pretending to actually pay attention to the mission. His cheeks turned red, but you didn’t care. You were busy eyeing his backside like it was a prize you were about to claim.

You convinced Dick to teach you yoga, but it wasn’t for flexibility—it was so you could watch him stretch.

“Wow, Dick,” you said, laying on the mat and pretending to follow his moves. “You’re really… bendy.”

He flushed. “It’s not like that!”

“Sure it’s not,” you teased, snapping a quick photo of him in a compromising pose. “This one’s going on the Batfam group chat.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare!”

You were bleeding out. Your side was burning, your vision blurry, and yet you were having the time of your life. Why? Because Jason Todd—walking sex god and part-time vigilante—was carrying you in his arms like you were a damsel in distress.

“Don’t worry,” Jason said, sprinting through an alley as explosions sounded in the distance. “I’ve got you. You’re gonna be fine.”

You stared up at him, dazed but grinning. “You’re so pretty.”

“Y/N, stay awake,” Jason barked.

“I’m awake my angel,” you slurred. Your eyes drifted downward to his broad chest, the tight shirt doing little to hide the muscle underneath. You reached out, resting a hand on his pec. “You got...man boobs.”

Jason groaned. “You're hallucinating, stay awake please.”

“They’re perfect,” you whispered, leaning closer. And then—because you were you—you bit him.

Jason skidded to a stop, staring at you in disbelief. “Did you just—”

“I couldn’t help it,” you said, grinning despite the blood trickling down your chin. “They’re so biteable.”

You discovered Jason was ticklish purely by accident, and you never let him live it down. Anytime he annoyed you, you’d jab him in the ribs or poke his sides until he squirmed.

“Stop it, Y/N!” he growled, swatting at your hands.

“You wish,” you said, chasing him around the room.

The rest of the Batfam watched in stunned silence as Jason “Red Hood” Todd ran from you like a child.

You declared the Batcave chair yours one day and refused to let anyone else sit in it.

“It’s my throne,” you said, lounging dramatically as the others stood around, glaring.

“Get up,” Jason said, crossing his arms.

“Make me,” you replied, sticking your tongue out.

He grabbed you, but instead of throwing you out, you ended up on his lap, smirking. “Guess this works too.”

Anytime you were in the middle of a Dick and Jason argument, you somehow always ended up physically between them. And, oh, you weren’t complaining.

“Move, Dickhead,” Jason growled, pushing into your right shoulder, his broad chest pressing into the side of your face.

“Not a chance, Hood,” Dick snapped, leaning in on your other side, his own muscular frame trapping you against Jason.

You? You just stood there, smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream. “Ooh, I love this. It’s like being sandwiched between two very attractive brick walls.”

“What?!” they shouted in unison.

Jason shot Dick a death glare. “See what you did? You’re giving her ideas.”

“Me? You’re the one pressing into her like some kind of Neanderthal!”

You just smirked, leaning back into the tension. “Don’t mind me, boys. Please, continue. This is very entertaining.”

Dick was your favorite pillow, and you made sure he knew it. Anytime you were hanging out in the Batcave, you’d just casually rest your head on his shoulder or lean against his chest.

“Comfortable?” he asked, chuckling softly.

“Very,” you replied, closing your eyes.

He smiled, wrapping an arm around you. “Good.”

You peeked up at him, grinning. “You know, you make a great pillow. Very firm, but also soft in the right places.”

Dick laughed, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thanks,” you said, smirking.

Dick’s ass was basically your personal stress ball at this point. It didn’t matter if you were on a mission, in the Batcave, or just walking through Gotham—if the opportunity presented itself, you’d take it.

SMACK!

“Jesus, Y/N!” Dick would jump, spinning around, his cheeks flushed.

“What?” you’d say innocently, shrugging. “It’s just so perfect. You work hard for that, right? I’m just appreciating the effort.”

He’d sigh, rubbing his neck, but you knew he secretly loved it.

Jason’s chest was another favorite of yours, especially when he was shirtless (which, let’s face it, happened a lot). You’d walk up to him, your fingers twitching, and—pinch!

“Damn it, Y/N!” Jason would glare at you, rubbing the spot where you’d gotten him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” you’d say with a cheeky grin. “Just checking if these are real.”

He’d groan, shaking his head, but you’d catch the tiny smirk he tried to hide.

You loved teasing, and nothing was off-limits. During a mission, your suit "mysteriously" ripped—right in front of Jason and Dick.

“Oh no,” you said innocently, looking over your shoulder at the tear just below your back. “Guess I’ll have to fix this later.”

Jason’s jaw tightened. “Y/N, stop.”

Dick looked away, flustered. “Maybe cover it up or something?”

“Why? You guys can’t handle a little skin?” You smirked, adjusting your suit to make it worse.

Jason grumbled, “I’m about to shoot that suit off you if you don’t stop playing.”

You had zero shame. Once, during a stakeout with Dick, you leaned over and kissed him right in the middle of his report to Bruce.

“Nightwing, report—” Bruce’s voice came over the comms, but you cut Dick off with your lips, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Y/N!” he protested, his face red as he tried to pull away. “Bruce can hear us!”

“So?” you replied, shrugging as you went in for another kiss.

The first time you met Superman, you were not prepared.

“Y/N, this is Clark Kent,” Bruce said, his tone clipped as ever. “He’s Superman.”

You blinked up at the man of steel, all 6’4” of farm-boy perfection, and immediately zeroed in on one thing: the bulge.

You weren’t subtle about it either. Your eyes widened slightly as you stared, your head tilting to the side like you were trying to calculate something.

Clark, oblivious, smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you. Bruce has told me a lot about you.”

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, still staring. “Damn, you’re packing. Your wife must be so lucky.”

The room went silent. Bruce closed his eyes, looking like he was about to have an aneurysm. Clark cleared his throat, cheeks turning bright red.

“What—what does that mean?” Superman asked, clearly flustered.

“Oh, nothing,” you said, shrugging. “Just making an observation. By the way, you ever need help with Lois, let me know. I’m excellent at teamwork.”

Bruce groaned audibly in the background.

“Anyway,” he stammered, shifting awkwardly, “I, uh, wanted to talk to you about Damian and Jon.”

You didn’t hear a word he said.

Poor Tim. Sweet, awkward Tim. He didn’t deserve you, and yet you tormented him at every opportunity.

You were taller than him, which you used to your advantage constantly. One day, after a successful mission, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, pulling him into a tight hug. Your boobs pressed against the back of his head, and you could feel him stiffen like a deer caught in headlights.

“Good boy,”

“Y/N,” he croaked, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“Hmm?”

“Let go.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

“LET GO!”

Tim was your little puppy, and you made sure he knew it. Anytime he looked stressed (which was, like, always), you’d grab him by the shoulders and pull him down onto your lap.

“Shhh,” you’d coo, stroking his hair while he sat there stiff as a board. “You’re working too hard, Timmy. Just relax.”

He’d blush furiously, stammering out a protest, but you’d silence him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Good boy,” you’d whisper, your voice soft but teasing. “You’re doing great.”

Poor Tim would be a mess, his face redder than Jason’s helmet, but you didn’t care. It was adorable.

Jason walked in once and nearly gagged. “This is the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen.”

When you first met Damian, you were charmed. Not by his skill, or his intellect, or his reputation as the Demon’s Son. No, you were charmed because he looked like an angry little bird.

He’d just finished beating the crap out of Tim in the training room when you walked in.

“Who is this?” Damian demanded, glaring at you.

You clasped your hands together, grinning. “Aww, you’re so cute!”

Damian bristled. “I am not cute! I am an assassin!”

You squealed, bouncing on your heels. “Look at him! He’s like a tiny murder pigeon!”

Tim, still lying on the mat, muttered, “Please kill me.”

“So adorable,” you said, holding your hands together in a “squee” motion, jumping up and down like a fangirl. “I didn’t know you were so mad! Look at you, little angry pookie!”

Damian, of course, was not impressed. “Shut up, woman.”

But you? You couldn’t stop giggling. “You’re, like, a pocket-sized villain. So cute.”

Since then, you’d taken to treating Damian like a literal baby. You’d sit him on your lap, spoon-feed him during meals, and ruffle his hair at every opportunity.

Damian was your baby, no matter how much he tried to argue otherwise. You gave him the most attention—whether it was ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks, or straight-up kissing him on the forehead during missions.

“Y/N, cease this nonsense!” he’d shout, trying to push you away.

“Aw, but you’re so cute,” you’d tease, holding his face in your hands.

Damian would glare, but the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed him. You knew he secretly loved it, especially when you called him your “adorable angry bird.”

Jon Kent adored you. But when he let it slip in front of Damian?

“Y/N is… well, she’s amazing,” Jon had said shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

Damian froze, his eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?”

“Uh, nothing!” Jon backpedaled, but Damian was already chasing him across the Batcave, sword in hand.

“YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE?!” Damian yelled as Jon flew for his life.

Bruce wasn’t immune to your antics either. You’d long since dropped the “old man” or “Bruce” in favor of something much more fun: “Daddy.”

“Good work tonight, Y/N,” Bruce said one evening, his tone professional.

You leaned against the Batcomputer, smirking. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Bruce froze, his eye twitching slightly.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? You always been my suger daddy, it's only make sense if I call you daddy.”

He walked away without another word.

You made it your life mission to annoy Bruce whenever possible. During one of his infamous brooding sessions in the Batcave, you casually walked up to him, poked his nose, and said, “Boop.”

He froze, slowly turning to glare at you. “Don’t.”

“Boop,” you repeated, doing it again.

Dick and Tim were in hysterics in the background, and Jason muttered, “She’s got a death wish.”

Bruce, exhausted, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why am I not surprised?”

It started as a joke. You stole one of Bruce’s button-up shirts and wore it around the Manor. Now it was a regular occurrence, much to Bruce’s annoyance.

“That’s mine,” he’d say.

“Yup, and it’s comfy,” you’d reply, lounging on the couch.

Once, during a mission debrief, you leaned on the table and purred, “What’s the plan, Daddy?”

Jason choked on his drink, Dick coughed awkwardly, and Tim turned bright red.

Bruce didn’t even look up. “I will ground you.”

“Kinky,” you replied with a grin.

You had a thing for flirting with dangerous villains, and the Batfam hated it.

“I could totally take Deathstroke,” you said once after a fight.

“He tried to kill you!” Jason snapped.

“Yeah, but did you see the way he looked at me? Sparks, I tell you. Also who said I was talking about fighting?”

“She’s insane,” Damian muttered, but you just shrugged.

During a fight with the Joker, you’d stopped mid-battle to tilt your head and give him an appraising look.

“Y’know,” you said, webbing one of his henchmen to the wall. “You’d be kinda hot if you didn’t look like a corpse. Ever thought about skincare?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Dick had yelled, dodging a swing from Harley Quinn.

“SHUT UP!” you shot back. “I CAN FIX HIM!”

Despite all the chaos and teasing, there’s a hidden, vulnerable side to you that craves attention—not just the kind that’s lustful, but the caring kind.

After a long night of missions, you’ll often crash in the Batcave. The family can be in the middle of an intense discussion or debriefing, but you’ll barge in, throw yourself onto Tim, and use his lap as a pillow.

Jason will grumble and say something about you “acting like a child,” but then you'll casually climb onto his back, burrowing your face into his shoulder as you cling to him.

Of course, Bruce just looks away like he’s done with all of you, but deep down, he knows that if he even tried to stop it, the whole family would turn on him. You're the glue holding them all together.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— MAIN HEADCANON ☆

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What type of yanderes the Sullys are?

Inspired by: @elxrastra I hope you like it <3

Characters: Jake Sully, Neytiri, aged up! Neteyam, aged up! Lo’ak and aged up! Kiri

Bonus character: Tsu’tey

Reader: genderless (not mentioned), can be human or any Na’vi race (then again, not mentioned)

General tags/warnings: yandere behavior, descriptions of violence, maybe ooc, manipulating, murder

Content warnings: English is not my first language, gifs from Pinterest, these are all headcanons and you may not agree with my opinion

Jake Sully

He would be the type of yandere to manipulate you without you noticing.

He would not be jealous or act out near you but he has death glares to anyone that gets close to you.

He definitely would be really loving and never force you into anything, you always give in willingly don’t you?

He will say things that will make you change your mind and think the idea is yours.

If in ANY SITUATION some of your friends or your relatives say that he is toxic, manipulating you or anything like that, believe that this person is not going to live much longer. You won’t remember them though, he will make you forget about them.

If you want to leave him because you discover how he really is, he will manipulate you by crying and begging, I don’t think he would be violent towards his darling. Smashing vases and punching walls? Probably. Doing something to his darling? I don’t think so.

Even as a yandere, I think he will try to look like the good guy or the hero in your eyes.

Overall, he is 6/10 violent yandere (not enough to scare you off, because he tries to never show it around you) 10/10 manipulative yandere.

Neytiri

Okay, hear me out, she is a pretty violent yandere. She could smash someone’s face against a tree right in front of you.

She knows you are too scared to run away, also in Pandora, where are you going to run away to? The sky people that are destroying it and will probably try to keep you to themselves? The huge forest inhabited by creatures that could kill you? She knows you don’t have other place to be.

She is also really strong so everyone knows not to mess with her or her darling. If someone tries to pry you off her, she will kill them. She is still pretty devoted to Eywa so I believe she may ask Eywa for forgiveness or cry while doing it.

She will treat you nicely tho. She will give you cuddles and love and will comfort you when you are scared. All your necessities will be taken care of. She might be a violent yandere but she cares for you deeply. She knows that treating you nicely is the best option.

She will cut off all you connections with friends and relatives, you can only have eyes for her. If anyone ever tried to tell you that you should run away, she will go after them, with all her forces.

In a scale, she is 12/10 violent yandere and a 3/10 manipulative yandere.

Neteyam

He must be the best type of yandere to ever exists. He never will let it show with you and won’t even obviously manipulate you. He will be really sly and cautious with his actions.

He knows how you think or act. And he knows you care for him deeply. He will come home covered in cuts and bruises if he thinks you are going to leave him. After a night of no sleeping tanking care of him you can’t even think about that.

He is really sweet with you and will never act out in your presence. If he need a to send someone a message he will do it behind your back. Hugging you from behind and sending a death glare that could send the other person into the sixth ring of hell is his favorite method.

If he is going to kill somebody, he has it planned months before. And you will never know.

If he finds out that someone is trying to convince you to leave him because they know the truth about him he will act hurt, and he will show you he is nothing like that.

That person will be gone soon. How dare they tell you something like that? Didn’t they see how much Neteyam loves you? He will do anything to be with you.

He can go great lengths to be with you. If you ever leave he will follow you everywhere. He can’t physically live far from you.

If Jake ever says something about you, he will defend you but will never stand against his parents desires. He is really sweet but will hide you from them if they try to get in between his darling and him.

In the manipulative scale he is a 5/10 not so much but enough to change your mi d if he needs it and a 3/10 of violent around you, but without you he is 13/10 just overly planned so nobody can catch him.

Lo’ak

I think he is like his mother, not so violent. He has the manipulation like his dad and the violence of his mom. Pretty dangerous combination.

Lo’ak will be pretty protective of his darling and will never get violent near you unless he needs to. Is Ao’nung gets too close or any other Na’vi look at you, he is not scared to fight for you. Killing, on the other hand, he can’t do it in front of you.

Manipulating on the other hand is a piece of cake for him. He knows that you care about him and his situation with his father. Whenever he knows you have seen him acting up or being weird he’ll come to you with a problem with his dad. Your suspicions long gone when you are caring about him.

He will not hesitate in punching someone if they dare to say something about about your relationship. If someone is advising you to get away from him, he will not be scared to kill them.

He goes against everything that his father tells him to do if he isn’t feeling like doing so. If Jake tries to convince him that he isn’t acting sane he is capable of running away with you. Obviously via manipulation.

If you are scared of him he can go about it in two ways: 1- manipulate you into thinking that you were wrong and feeling guilty of doubting him oooorrrr 2- he will scare/kidnap you into staying with him in a secluded place, far away from you and his family.

I’m the scale he is 8/10 manipulative (he can be really good but only when needed) and 9/10 in violent (again he is really good but he must be really needing to do so).

Kiri

I can’t picture her as a yandere tbh. She is really soft. But let’s give this a try.

She is a manipulative yandere that’s for sure. But she is not scared to use the power of Eywa against those who try to come in between her and her darling.

She will show you the wonders of Pandora, trying to keep you as fascinated as she can so that she can have you close to her. If you are distracted you won’t see the bleeding bodies will you?

She isn’t too violent when it comes to you. She will never show any yandere quirkiness around you. She will also make sure nobody can tell you about it.

If you want to leave her side, she might become aggressive and might as well trap you. You won’t go away. Eywa sent you to her and she will NEVER let go of her mate.

She hasn’t killed someone yet, but she will have it as an option.

She is 4/10 violent (only when SERIOUSLY needed) and 10/10 in manipulative.

Bonus! Tsu’tey

He is a pretty violent yandere. NEVER towards you. He will never act violent towards you.

He is not scared to kill and go great lengths to keep you with him. Even if you don’t believe him, he will always assure you it is for your own good.

He has a soft spot for you. He can be killing mercilessly and then suddenly see you and his whole expression will soften. He will hug you with love.

It is really weird his duality, cold with everything and everyone and then the softest when it comes to you. That might be the reason why you are close to him.

He will play dumb at first, pretending that he has nothing to do with the injured humans/Na’vi or the mysterious murders, but he has done everything.

In the scale he is a 6/10 in manipulative, he does it pretty well at first but then he just gets tired of trying. You are his, why can’t you see it? Why can’t all those dumb humans and Na’vis can’t see it?

He is also a 9/10 violent. He is really violent but never towards you.

Reencontros.

Oi, essa é a primeira vez que eu escrevo na vida, então perdoe-me se estiver muito ruim.

***Este imagine aborda temas de relacionamentos complexos, conteúdo sexual, separação e superação emocional que podem ser sensíveis para alguns leitores.

Amar Enzo sempre foi fácil. Ele era um homem maduro, e você tinha a sensação de que ele teria todas as respostas para qualquer dúvida que você pudesse ter. Era carinhoso, mas não do tipo meloso – ele sabia respeitar os seus limites.

Sua vida se moldou ao redor dele desde o momento em que o conheceu, e foi assim durante os cinco anos que passaram juntos. Mas, no fim, foram as visões diferentes sobre o futuro que os separaram.

Você sabia que, ao ir àquela festa de aniversário de um amigo em comum, havia uma chance de encontrá-lo. Era uma sensação agridoce; o fim do relacionamento não foi conturbado, mas, desde então, vocês não tiveram mais contato. Às vezes, você ouvia algo sobre ele através de fofocas de amigos, mas, mesmo assim, estava nervosa. Não sabia como reagiria ao vê-lo.

Você apagou a luz do corredor enquanto tentava se equilibrar entre a bagunça de seu pequeno apartamento. Sua casa estava cheia de pilhas de caixas para doação e das coisas que ainda precisava colocar na mala para sua viagem. Daqui a quatro dias, você partiria para os EUA; sua empresa lhe ofereceu uma oportunidade de trabalho lá, em um contrato de um ano.

Desde o término, você se desapegou de Montevidéu – a cidade parecia assombrada pelas memórias de Enzo em todos os lugares. Então, aceitar a proposta foi uma decisão mais do que óbvia.

Vestiu um vestido longo e um agasalho, não era uma festa muito grande, estava mais para uma reuniãozinha então não se preocupou em se arrumar muito. Era um dia frio, chovia um pouco e o clima não estava muito propício para festejar, mas prometeu ao seu amigo aniversariante que ficaria pelo menos até as 22:00.

Chegando no lugar, logo subiu de elevador e bateu na porta marrom escura onde seu amigo morava, você o comprimentou enquanto ele a puxava para dentro do apartamento, e então, lá estava Enzo, ele conversava com outras pessoas enquanto gesticulava com as mãos, algo que você costumava rir dele. Seu cabelo estava mais curto e ele parecia mais bronzeado, tinha a mesma aura de sempre.

Decidiu se entregar um pouco à noite. Conversou por um bom tempo com algumas pessoas, tomou alguns drinks e, em algumas ocasiões, percebeu Enzo a observando. No entanto, você não se sentia preparada para iniciar uma conversa com ele.

Depois de um tempo na festa, foi para o lugar que pensou ser o mais reservado, apoiando os cotovelos na ilha da cozinha, tentou recarregar sua bateria social. Foi então que sentiu uma mão em seu ombro.

— Você está bem? — perguntou uma voz familiar.

Você a reconheceu imediatamente.

— S... Sim — respondeu, incrédula, enquanto o perfume familiar tomava conta do ambiente.

— Não sabia se devia vir falar com você, mas decidi arriscar — disse Enzo, sentando-se no banquinho ao seu lado. — Você parece ótima.

Você endireitou a postura, ajeitando o cabelo atrás da orelha.

— Você também parece bem — respondeu, evitando olhar diretamente nos olhos dele.

Enzo a olhou por alguns segundos, sorrindo, e o silêncio começou a ficar constrangedor até que ele finalmente falou:

— Não quero parecer sentimental, mas nós...

— Enzo, não me leve a mal, mas não quero falar sobre nós — você o interrompeu. — Estamos em uma festa. Fale sobre sua vida, pergunte sobre o meu trabalho, qualquer coisa, mas, por favor, não sobre nós.

Você sabia que ele entenderia. Era muito mais difícil para você do que ele podia imaginar.

— Tudo bem, então... como anda o seu trabalho?

Você sabia que não conseguiria continuar aquela conversa. Não era justo ele perguntar isso; ele deveria saber de tudo – sobre sua mudança, sua falta de vontade de sair de casa, tudo o que aconteceu nos últimos meses. Uma vontade súbita de chorar tomou conta de você.

— Desculpa, eu... não consigo — murmurou, fechando os olhos, tentando disfarçar as lágrimas que ameaçavam cair.

— Tudo bem, desculpe, pensei que estivesse tudo bem.

— Preciso tomar um ar.

Você se levantou e caminhou até a varanda, se culpando por ainda não ter superado tudo isso. O tempo passou, o parabéns foi cantado e, aos poucos, as pessoas começaram a ir embora. Você ficou mais calada, algo que seus amigos notaram, mas conseguiu dar alguma desculpa sobre o motivo. Em um momento, Enzo mencionou algo sobre sair para fumar e saiu pela porta.

— Já são quase 1h da manhã. Eu prometi ficar só até as 22h... preciso ir embora — você disse ao grupo com quem conversava.

— Não vai conseguir pegar um táxi a essa hora, e um Uber deve estar bem caro. Está frio e tarde, fica aqui e dorme no sofá — disse seu amigo aniversariante, colocando o braço em volta dos seus ombros.

Você realmente não queria ficar; queria a sua casa. Fiel ao apelido de teimosa, decidiu ir embora mesmo assim. Despediu-se, pegou o elevador e, ao chegar na entrada do prédio, fechou o casaco ao sentir uma brisa fria atravessar seu corpo. Ficou esperando algum sinal de um táxi.

— Você não vai chegar em casa hoje se continuar esperando um carro.

Você se virou e viu o homem com quem conversara na cozinha mais cedo.

— Só quero a minha casa — você respondeu.

— Eu posso te dar uma carona. Prometo que não precisamos trocar nenhuma palavra. Só me deixe fazer isso — disse Enzo, jogando o cigarro no chão e apagando-o com o pé.

Você hesitou, olhando para o chão enquanto colocava as mãos nos bolsos, sentindo outro vento congelante te atingir em cheio.

— Tudo bem — você disse.

Enzo ligou para os amigos que haviam ficado na festa, avisando que iria embora, enquanto caminhava ao seu lado em direção ao estacionamento. Ele abriu a porta da frente do carro para você. O veículo, visivelmente novo, era a cara dele. Sentou-se no banco do motorista e ligou o carro.

— Me desculpe por mais cedo. Você me pegou de surpresa — você disse, olhando pela janela ao seu lado. — Você foi gentil comigo; não merecia isso.

— Tudo bem, eu te entendo.

Claro que ele te entendia.

— Vou me mudar, sair do país — você respondeu, observando a luz vermelha do semáforo enquanto o carro parava.

Enzo olhou para você com uma expressão surpresa.

— Pensei que gostasse de Montevidéu. Você sempre dizia que sim.

— Eu sei, mas aqui ficou diferente depois que passei a viver sozinha. A empresa me fez uma proposta para trabalhar na sede nos EUA; o salário é bom, e eu preciso dar um rumo à minha vida.

Rumo à vida. Esse era o motivo do início do fim. Enzo queria casar, ter filhos, enquanto você desejava trabalhar mais; eram diferenças gritantes que fizeram o relacionamento de vocês estagnar.

— Você é incrível — ele disse, enquanto o sinal abriu e continuou o caminho. — Eu passei um tempo na Espanha; quis desaparecer um pouco.

— Por isso o bronzeado? — você riu, olhando para ele.

— Sim! — ele gargalhou.

A rota continuou, e então Enzo parou em frente ao seu prédio. Você estava mais tranquila após a conversa descontraída.

— Olha, obrigado, Enzo. Você me salvou completamente.

— Acho que você ainda estaria lá esperando uma providência divina — ele riu, tirando as mãos do volante.

Você o olhou e, surpreendendo a si mesma, disse:

— Você quer entrar? — Não sabia de onde tinha tirado a coragem. — Você vai chegar muito tarde em casa a chuva está ficando mais forte, dirigir assim é um perigo; pode ficar e dormir no sofá.

Enzo titubeou. Sabia que era um perigo. Pensou por um instante.

— Certo, você tem razão — disse ele, procurando um espaço na calçada onde o carro pudesse passar a noite.

Vocês subiram até o seu apartamento e, ao chegar à porta, algo veio à sua mente: a bagunça. Você se virou para ele e disse:

— Desculpa a bagunça. Aqui está um caos... Estou tentando organizar tudo para a viagem. O apartamento vai ficar desocupado por um ano, então estou me desfazendo de algumas coisas.

Enzo riu, respondendo que não se importava com a sua “bela bagunça.”

Você abriu a porta, e as memórias guardadas com tanto carinho do local vieram à tona. Todos os carinhos, todas as refeições que haviam preparado juntos. Apesar do baque, você conseguiu se esquivar dos pensamentos que ameaçavam ressurgir.

— Quer beber algo? Ou está com fome? — Você correu até a cozinha americana do apartamento, abrindo o armário quase vazio, onde só encontrou macarrão instantâneo e pratos.

— Só tenho chá, água e macarrão instantâneo — disse, olhando para ele enquanto ainda segurava as portas do armário.

Enzo riu.

— Obrigado, mas comi tanto na festa que sinto que vou explodir.

— Quer usar o banheiro, então? — você perguntou, caminhando até a porta. — Ainda tenho algumas roupas suas por aqui, se quiser se trocar.

O constrangimento entre vocês era visível, quase engraçado. Conheciam-se tão bem, cada detalhe e particularidade, mas, mesmo assim, tudo parecia diferente agora.

— Tudo bem, S/N, fica tranquila. Só me empresta um short.

Você pegou a peça de roupa, e ele se trocou. Sentou-se ao seu lado no sofá, não muito perto, o que deixava tudo estranhamente incômodo.

Enquanto você preparava chá para os dois, Enzo passava pelos canais da TV, mas logo começaram a conversar, ignorando o que passava na tela. A conversa se estendeu por muito tempo, e vocês falaram sobre os últimos meses, sobre a viagem dele à Espanha. Ficou claro que Enzo não havia se interessado por ninguém desde você, assim como você desde ele. Era como se, no fundo, estivessem esperando um ao outro.

Aos poucos, vocês foram se aproximando no sofá, até que o joelho dele roçou o seu, e um calafrio percorreu sua espinha.

Então, Enzo te beijou. Era um beijo lento, carregado de sentimentos não ditos. Ali, entre os lábios de vocês, pareciam sair palavras silenciosas. Desculpas pelas dores passadas, agradecimentos pelos momentos compartilhados, e até mesmo despedidas escondidas.

Você sentiu os braços dele ao redor de seus ombros, e por um momento, todo o peso das lembranças se dissolveu. Mas, conforme o beijo terminava, a realidade voltava devagar, como um lembrete de que aquele instante, por mais intenso, talvez fosse um último ato de carinho entre duas pessoas que seguiram caminhos diferentes.

Ele encostou a testa na sua, suspirando, e você sentiu a mesma mistura de paz e tristeza.

— Talvez a gente precisasse disso, não é? — ele sussurrou, olhando nos seus olhos.

Você assentiu, ainda sem saber ao certo como se sentir. Então em uma súbita ação você volta a beijá-lo, cada vez mais se tornando algo frenético. Enzo levanta e a pega no colo te levando em direção ao quarto que antes testemunhara suas noites de amor.

Seus olhos não abrem até você sentir o colchão, Enzo em cima de você não perde tempo e tira a própria blusa enquanto você tira as duas alças do próprio vestido libertando seus seios.

— Você é linda — Diz o homem enquanto te apreciava.

Enzo puxa o resto do vestido pela sua perna a deixando apenas de calcinha e sem hesitação também se livrou dela. Logo você dá atenção ao resto da roupa do seu ex-namorado, Desabotoando o short e abaixando sua roupa íntima.

Ambos estavam completamente pelados e você sentia pressa em senti-lo. Enzo era o mesmo, você pensou, ele tinha o tamanho ideal, sabia a velocidade que você gostava e as suas manias durante o ato mas ainda sim, você se sentia como uma virgem, vulnerável e sensível.

Ele percebeu, e então desceu a boca até a sua intimidade, sem cortar o contato visual.

Enzo te destruiu, de uma maneira boa, ele sabia trabalhar a língua nas dobrinhas, ele sabia que você gostava quando ele passava a barba rala na sua intimidade, e naquele instante tudo que se podia ouvir era o som da chuva e os seus gemidos.

Ao perceber que você estava quase no ápice, o homem interrompeu oque estava fazendo e deitou ao seu lado com o rosto melado.

Agora era a sua vez, fazendo um caminho de beijos, você chegou ao lugar que almejava e não perdeu tempo, passou a linguinha algumas vezes e depois pos o membro inteiro na boca. Enzo falou algo indecifrável, resultado de seu delírio. Você fez o trabalho todo, brincou com as mãos e apertou a base do órgão.

Enzo sentiu que não aguentaria mais e te puxou para ele, enquanto você se posicionada virada de costas, ainda deitada na cama. Era a posição de vocês, de ladinho.

O homem posicionou a cabeça no seu ombro que estava em cima, e introduziu seu membro na sua intimidade, ele levantou sua perta e ficou a segurando, enquanto você agarrava o lençol.

Você se perdeu no vai e vem de corpos, Enzo gemia no seu ouvido e isso te deixava excitada mais que tudo. Depois de um tempo, você quis olhar para ele, então se soltou do homem e subiu em seu colo, com as mãos do lado da cabeça do maior. Não falavam muito durante o ato, aquele olhar trocado enquanto você cavalgava nele era suficiente. Você deu sua vida em cima dele e então o homem gozou. Percebeu que ele estava a muito tempo sem ter algo íntimo pela quantidade de líquido que jorrou dentro de ti.

Tentando se desculpar por não ter conseguido se segurar ele a posicionou, fazendo sua parte íntima encostar na coxa do homem, e então te movimentou, pra frente e pra trás, com a fricção na sua parte mais sensível não demorou pra você desabar nele.

Você e Enzo se deitaram um ao lado do outro na cama, e, depois de muito tempo sem nenhuma palavra, o homem disse:

— Isso vai ser difícil de esquecer. Acho que você se mostra cada vez mais como uma parte insuperável de mim.

Você achava o mesmo dele, e essa troca após tanto tempo foi um ponto decisivo para você. Enzo era o amor da sua vida, uma parte de quem você costumava ser, mas agora precisava ser alguém por si só. Era difícil tê-lo ali, ao mesmo tempo que ele trazia lembranças tão queridas.

— Eu te amo para sempre, Enzo — você disse, olhando para ele.

Você não se lembra muito do que aconteceu dali em diante, só sabe que acordou no dia seguinte com a cama ao seu lado vazia. Enzo havia partido um pouco depois que o sol bateu na janela. Ele não era um covarde, é claro; e foi melhor assim. Se ele tivesse ficado, seus olhos teriam pedido para que você ficasse em Montevidéu.

E aquela cidade não era mais a sua.

Ao se levantar da cama, você avistou um papel que Enzo deixara para você preso aos imãs na geladeira. Com a letra dele, a mensagem dizia:

"Foi difícil partir, mas eu sabia que era o melhor. Espero que você encontre seu caminho e a felicidade que merece. Saiba que eu estou aqui, mesmo de longe. Eu te amo. Enzo."

Você partiu, alguns dias depois. A cidade de Montevidéu, e seus fantasmas, já não fazia parte de quem você era agora e Embora as memórias de Enzo ainda estivessem com você, agora eram mais como lembranças queridas do que como correntes que a prendiam ao passado.

Ficou muito longo gente, mas eu amo histórias desse tipo, com drama e sofrimento e com o final não tão feliz. Pfv eu queria um feedback pq eu ainda estou iniciando. Obrigado por lerem. beijocas <3

F1 Drivers have a Sexcident

hii!! I saw you write for homicipher so i was wondering if you could write some dark/yandere sfw & nsfw headcanons for mr scarletella 🥹 thank you so much & take ur time!!

MR. SCARLETELLA HC {N/SFW}

a Mr. Scarletella {homicipher} x reader n/sfw hc list.

{thank you for your support and nice words! :3}

warnings! : stalking, non-con, dub-con, hardcore, marking, slight gore, rough sex, violence, rough fingering, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, smut, murder mention, somno

{an : i didnt quite get what you meant when you said "dark" so hopefully this is what you meant. this is really hardcore. to the soft hearted people and people who cant handle ACTUAL freaky stuff, i wouldnt recommend reading this. there is a small section underneath the regular nsfw hc with a cw on it, so if you cant handle certain topics, there is still an nsfw section without it. he is my favorite character from homicipher ommggg hes so hot. id give him my name HAPPILY.}

SFW HC

sfw relationship/meeting him hcs

when you first meet him alone, he is very unexpected. his presence and constant facial expression is unnerving to say the least, but as long as you can manage that you will be fine.

if you end up "accepting" him, the relationship would be very weird.

he would be a wonderful partner despite the obvious other reasons, but dont think he wont be watching you constantly.

he will bring you daily gifts, consisting of anything he can find that he thinks you will like.

as for touch, he will let you touch him. usually he wouldnt let anyone even accidentally touch him, as he would teleport away, but one you are in a relationship with him, most boundaries he had before are gone.

he is rather fond of holding you. whether that be in his coat {for some reason} or just in general.

in Japanese culture {from my research, i am NOT Japanese!!} holding an umbrella with someone is a sign of love and acceptance. therefore he always likes you to hold it with him.

he isnt one of those "down-lo" kind of people. he makes it known everywhere that you are his.

he will do whatever it takes to please you. you are literally his princess/prince. even if that includes killing someone {he does it anyways}

if he catches anyone staring at you, or even remotely close to you, he will either teleport you away {if you are friends with the person} or kill them on the spot.

no matter how much he seems to be emotionless, anything involving you in pain or discomfort, it will flip a switch in him.

he has to be near you always. whether you know it or not, he will be there.

he hasnt quite grasped the concept of kissing or "romantic" things, but whatever you do he goes along with it. he rather enjoys hand holding or pressing his face into your neck.

he is the delulu type {this whole fandom knows it} and anything you do he will take as flirting. dont deny it though, hes too obsessed to care

he has a big thing for the height difference. he is a little over 8 feet tall, and feels a need to protect you at any cost.

any cost.

NSFW HC

what its like to have sex with him.

starting off, this man is a BEAST during sex.

he is a quick learner, and whether he is using his hands, mouth, or any part of his body, he will find those spots that makes you squirm.

one of his favorite things is you riding his thigh in public. say he was talking with Mr. Silvair, and happened to be sitting down. he would want you on his thigh "discreetly" getting off. bonus points if you cum.

he wouldnt be opposed to a threesome, but he has to trust the other person. a rare occasion.

anything you want to do, he will immediately comply. need him to go down on you? hes on his knees. even in public. need his fingers inside of you? absolutely. need his dick? against the wall you go.

he has a big dick, and luckily he knows it. he wont force everything inside at first, but eventually he will. you can take it. he thinks

he loves your body, and he makes sure you know it. even in his strange language, you can understand the things he is saying because he is touching you while he is doing it.

he makes little to no noise during sex, but not because he isnt enjoying it. he LOVES sex with you, but he prefers to listen to your noises. he would have it on repeat if he could.

you could look like anything and he would still find you to be the most attractive person on earth {or his earth, whatever}

for afab, he isnt one of those guys who has a hard time finding your clit. in fact, he doesnt even have to look. immediately his fingers will be circling that little nub that he loves so much.

he is a very dominating person, but it probably wouldnt be hard for him to let you dominate him. i say let because in no situation do you actually have control.

his fingering sessions are borderline violent, the pads of his fingers hitting that perfect spot with every curl.

cw! its about to get very dark and possibly triggering! viewer discretion is advised!

if you are one of those people who get off on your man killing for you, then he is the man. he will torture people in front of you as you touch yourself.

his sex isnt even borderline violent, it IS violent. if hes angry especially, he doesnt care if he hurts you.

afab, he will bruise your cervix and make you bleed. his tip hits so hard with his brutal thrusts that you will.

on certain occasions, {tw!!!} he will force himself on you. while it is rare, r...pe can happen, so be careful and dont piss him off.

he doesnt need sleep, so if hes horny enough then he will fuck you while you're sleeping. if you explicitly ask him not to, then he will just jerk himself off over your sleeping form.

dont expect to walk away from a rough fucking WITHOUT marks all over you. he makes it a mission to bite, claw, tear, any part he can. he wants you covered in blood, it gets him off faster.

will probably brand you with something

if you have a trauma kink he WILL use it to his advantage.

thats all bye bye!!! :3

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

lowkey he’s so loser stuck in a hot body and that makes him 10x hotter to me I fear

Imagining Jason Todd who got turned into a cat Klarion the witch boy...(This is so random but I can't stop thinking about it???)

Cat Jason Todd: Who naturally got turned into a giant Maine Coon, weighing twenty pounds with a giant tail, bright yellow eyes, and massive paws.

Cat Jason Todd: Who scratched up half his family while they tried to run tests on him before they gave up and nearly broke your door down, throwing Jason on your couch barely muttering. "It's Jason, we're working on it," before leaving.

Cat Jason Todd: Who refuses to eat the cat food you try to give him and instead steals one of your French fries before hiding behind the drapes, giving a grumbling meow when you try to take it from him.

Cat Jason Todd: Who watches you do the dishes while you talk to him, promising him that his family will be able to figure it out and turn him back.

Cat Jason Todd: Who you realize will meow once for yes and twice for no when you ask a question which makes communication easier.

Cat Jason Todd: Who instinctively tries you make biscuits on your legs while laying next to you on the couch and immediately feels bad when he remembers he has claws and realizes he's hurting you.

Cat Jason Todd: Whose tail flicks in annoyance when you threaten to put a collar on him or give him a bath for scratching the carpet or stealing your favorite hair tie.

Cat Jason Todd: Who you struggle to pick up because of how massive he is in cat form, wrapping your arms around his fluff.

Cat Jason Todd: Who you pull close to you, petting him at night and laughing each time he purrs which he hates but can't help.

Cat Jason Todd: Who is humiliated by how much he enjoys having you hold him, scratching under his chin.

Cat Jason Todd: Who falls asleep purring, your hand still resting on him.

Jason Todd: Who wakes up as himself and feels relieved to be able to wrap his arms around you in the morning.

Jason Todd: Who presses a kiss to your forehead, thanking you for taking care of him, even if you did try to feed him tuna.

Hiii idk if ur still taking request but if so could u write more Yandere Jake and neytiri plsss

Okay, I’ll write some headcannons for how would Yandere Jake and Neytiri (separately and in a poly) react to the RDA taking you with them.

Not proofread yet

Yandere Jake Sully

He has been human before and he knows how that place works.

He will plan a way to save you right away.

Until that day he is destroying everything that comes into his path, no one can relax him.

Is like he is having a panic attack but instead of loosing his breath he is murdering, hurting, throwing things and every destructive idea you can get.

He is a nerve reck.

Once the day of the attack and rescue has come, he will kill mercilessly everything in his way. He will cause as much pain and trouble as he can. They must feel what he has felt this days.

Once he gets to you his whole body feels weightless. He hugs you tightly and whispers sweet nothings in your ear while continuously killing.

He cries, but I can’t tell you if it is his manipulative yandere side and he is acting to guilt trip you into being near him all the time. Or if he was so scared of loosing his darling that he was actually crying. Either way, he cried.

Yandere Neytiri

The moment she knows that you have been trapped she goes feral.

She won’t stop until she finds you. She will kill and destroy everything and everyone in her path.

She will go alone, maybe followers by those who have seen it happen, but she won’t wait for anyone.

She will rescue you, leaving a trail of dead people behind.

She will hiss at you and she will scream at you for not being careful and scaring her to death. Then she will hug you and let you know how scared she was of loosing you.

Poly!Yandere Jake Sully and Neytiri

Jake seems calmer than her, even though he is also scared to death. He will tell her they need a plan before acting. She will be hissing at him.

They might argue about it, and not “discuss” but argue. Like, the whole Pandora knows they are arguing.

Once they have a plan, which was difficulty settled, they’ll go for you. They do not hesitate in killing for their darling’s safety.

Jake will be the first to get to you, protecting your body with his. He can’t help but purr at the feeling of your body once again in his arms.

Neytiri will also hug you, pulling Jake aside. Even in your poly relationship, when you are in danger they get full yandere mode and forget that they are also each other’s darlings.