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imagining yan harv meeting his darling before the accident in some courtroom and fixating on you there before forgetting and getting caught up in recovery and crime. then he finally sees you again on some job or smth and just the happiness of before comes flooding back at the sight of his darling bc that’s the reminder of what he once had, so he connects his very chance to happiness with his darling. maybe he gets his goons to chase you on a night where batman is busy so harv can conveniently be there to play the hero, even if he’s only ever been a rogue. maybe he sets up a fund to buy you stuff before he kidnaps you… a nice apartment with security systems only he has the code to, pretty outfits, anything you could want. an entire empire, at your feet. at least, as long as you never leave..

he’d hate to take all that away after he worked so hard, after all

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I soooo agree, I think in order for Harvey AND Harv to be on the same page about you, you'd have to come before his accident. Perhaps you were once a paralegal or secretary for his DA office? You're still so innocent and sweet, so oblivious to the horrors of the world. He needs someone like you on his side, someone he can trust who believes in the true justice he wants to bring.

You're still exactly where he left you at the office, so he'll have his goons pay you a visit. They break in after hours and try to steal documents about the Penguin case the current DA is building. You barely make it out of the building before one of them notices you're still there, and you bolt. He starts to chase you through the back alley of the courthouse, demanding to know where the rest of the case files are. Just as the goon grabs you, a shot fires off, and he falls limp on the floor next to you.

You look up to see your savior approaching you with the smoking gun as he kicks the goon to the side.

"Harvey..." You hadn't seen or heard from him since the accident. "What...What are you doing here?"

"It's your lucky day, sweetheart," he smirks with all of his teeth. His voice is low and gravely, practically a growl ripping through his throat with each syllable. It wasn't Harvey speaking to you. "I'm here for you. I've missed ya."

The coin is rolling over his knuckles as he pockets the gun.

"Heads, you come home with me. Tails, you take me upstairs to my old office and fool around like we used to. I'll even take you home after."

His left hand flips his coin and holds it over his right hand.

"Your call, sweet thing."

amarilulah

Not even kidding, the concept of a yandere Superman (while interesting) is incredibly terrifying when you genuinely sit down to think about it.

You can't run from him, can't hide from him, DEFINITELY can't fight him because you're basically an ant compared to how utterly scuffed he is for no reason (not that I think he'd be violent but you get the idea).

For every power you think he has, he has 100 more. There is no universe in which he'd let you escape him. Literally the only option from there would be to submit---there's no in between. Sure, yes, he's allergic to kryptonite, but even then---there's versions of him that eventually grow an IMMUNITY to it, so there's really not much else.

Do I think Superman would be the most violent yandere out of the bunch? I don't think so---but that's solely because I don't think he'd even need to be. Just knowing what the heck he is and what he can do causes intimidation ENOUGH.

huckleberry-writes

cw: yandere, captivity, infantilization, narcotics/sedation, implied dubcon/noncon

Yandere! Bruce Wayne - who would rather bleed himself dry on the cruel gotham streets than admit aloud that he is afraid of losing you. If he’d wanted the chase - the sharp sting of claws and the thrill of being outwitted - he would have stayed with Selina. Instead he found you, now drugged and drowsy, softened into something pliant, no longer an ounce left of fight left within you. It's different. And he finds he likes different.

The narcotics make you sweet in a way he never expected you to be. Your lashes flutter heavy, soft lips parted as drool dampens the dark knit stretched across his chest. His seed seeps down your thighs, warm and sticky, soaking into sheets far too expensive for the kind of ruin he delights in leaving on them. A lamb instead of a cat, nestled and helpless in the crook of his arm.

He reads to you from a dog-eared paperback stolen from your apartment, the smut clumsy and crude on his tongue. The book isn’t his taste, but it is yours. And he wants to give you yours. A small mercy for everything he puts you through. His voice rumbles low, deep and gravelled from too many nights without sleep, lulling you against him like the hum of some great machine.

One hand steadies the book, fingers resting on the worn spine, while the other drifts through your hair in slow, worshipful strokes, calloused fingertips grazing your scalp with the patience of a man who has never known patience until you. He likes the way you sag your weight into his own, whether from the haze of drugs or some unconscious surrender. His jaw brushes the crown of your head when he leans close, stubble scraping against your soft skin, the sheer breadth of his shoulders sheltering you, pinning you, keeping you small.

Sometimes, he thinks of his wards. The children he forged into vigilantes. How often he failed them, how often he left them bleeding and alone, how poorly he ever played the role of caretaker. His eyes, steel blue, unforgiving in every other light, soften when they fall on your drifting form. With you, he tells himself, he can do better. He can hold you steady, keep you warm, keep you fed. Make sure you never have to claw or run or beg.

When your lashes finally give in and shutter closed, he presses his mouth to your hair. The kiss lingers, rough, caught somewhere between regret and possession. Shackled or not, it makes no difference. The room itself won’t let you leave, the blackout curtains smother the city’s glow, the door bolted from within, and Bruce himself a barricade of flesh and will.

And so he breathes easier. For once, there is no fire to put out, no son to patch back together, no lover vanishing into the night. Only you, soft and pliant in his arms. Only you, the lamb he never knew he needed.

His darling thing.

angelamajiki

yandere bruce wayne who convinces you he’s serious about you, despite your reservations about his playboy tendencies.

bruce wayne who calls the paparazzi to catch you leaving your first date with him, a date that you were already hesitant to go on.

bruce wayne who calls and apologizes for the fact that you’re now plastered over the cover of every gotham tabloid, even though he keeps everyone of them.

bruce wayne who tells you you’re going to stay with him until everything blows over when the paparazzi find out where you live because he showed up to apologize in person.

bruce wayne who comforts you on that first night in, promising that he’ll take care of everything for you.

bruce wayne who tells you to quit your job after the first few nights at wayne manor, telling you he’ll find you something new at wayne enterprises when the time is right.

bruce wayne who has your car taken in the mechanic on day five at wayne manor because it won’t start, you never see it again.

bruce wayne who keeps accidentally locking you in his bedroom when he leaves for work because he’s so used to living alone, he promises he’ll make you a key tomorrow.

bruce wayne who tells you that there are no landlines in the house anymore, but he assures you he’ll get you a new phone after you misplaced yours somewhere in the many rooms of the manor.

bruce wayne who finally tells you on day seven in the manor that you’re home now and that he has no intention on ever letting you leave again <3

“I can’t wait to watch anything Batman” I said with joys :D

Me after watching anything with Batman: “I was then shot in the chest 57 times” D:

#it’s so fun being a Batman fan ☹️☹️☹️#I cry all the time

Sleepy

Warnings: fem reader, reader called baby/honey, basically just fluff

#🤍🪙🖤

I have nothing appropriate to say

#🖤🩶💙#clawing at the walls

caniborrowurlighter

do u want to play Love eachother forever with me

fatfaefemme

"dont like dont read is a cop out to criticism" if i wanted my writing critiqued i would find a reputable peer review community or writing coach, not tumblr user whinycunt234 who is (allegedly) a fraction of my age, nowhere near my level of freak or whimsy, and resorts to puritanism and bullying the second they're uncomfortable

kosmogrl

oldbutchdanielmolloy

too perverted for the normies not perverted enough for the real perverts how am i supposed to make it in this crazy world

oldbutchdanielmolloy

the moderate/neutral pervert

Super random thing I thought of don’t mind me…

Warnings: suggestive(?), reader conflicted

#🖤🩶💙

I know I don’t talk about Gabriel as often here now. But I got my Blackwatch jacket back from storage finally and oh I missed it so much. It really is like a security blanket to me.

Yippie 🥰

#🤍🪙🖤

“What a creep!” I say while twirling my hair

#-and more in love than I’ve ever been in my life #🤍🪙🖤

Your voicemail becomes my ambience

Warnings: kinda angsty, fem reader, reader called baby and sweetheart, one part is a bit suggestive, really self indulgent

#🤍🪙🖤

forbiiden6s-deactivated20260406

Do you want to build a fort in the living room and kiss in it???? Yes or no?????

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