#obessive thoughts

[kawaiiibunnii]

"sorry lol was that too creepy?" oh please! you could NEVER be too creepy for me!! I would literally allow you to put cameras in my room and stalk me 24/7!!! :3

[maybeineverwas]

"im never leaving you" sweetheart please do not leave the house in general ive quite literally set up hunting traps everywhere outside the compound Please

[this-is-my-d3s1gn]

You know that I'm the only one who will ever love you this way. We both know it.

[reidpiquerism]

﹒﹒﹒ unsub profile : a criminal minds themed yanblr ask game ﹒﹒﹒

☕️ 〝 you don't have to send one. but if you do, i'll understand you a little more completely. 〞

⋆ 。➶ Case File — Have you ever kept records on someone? Notes, screenshots, timestamps? How detailed were they?

⋆ 。➶ UnSub — What's the darkest thing you've ever done in the name of love? The thing you don't tell people?

⋆ 。➶ Victimology — What type of person catches your attention? Is there a pattern to the people you become obsessed with?

⋆ 。➶ M.O. — How does your obsession typically start? Is there a consistent trigger, or does it vary each time?

⋆ 。➶ Signature — What makes your obsession uniquely yours? The thing you do that no one else would think to do?

⋆ 。➶ Crime Scene — Where do you watch them from? Online? In person? Through mutuals? Describe your vantage point.

⋆ 。➶ Evidence — What do you keep? Screenshots, gifts, things they've left behind, things they never knew you took?

⋆ 。➶ Profile — If someone were profiling you based on your obsession patterns, what would they conclude?

⋆ 。➶ Witness — Has anyone ever noticed your obsession? Called you out? How did you respond?

⋆ 。➶ Suspect — Have you ever been jealous of someone close to your darling? What did you do about it?

⋆ 。➶ Interrogation — What question do you hope your darling never asks you? The one that would force you to lie?

⋆ 。➶ Hostage Situation — Would you ever give your darling an ultimatum? "Stay or leave"? Have you?

⋆ 。➶ Geographic Profile — How close do you need to be? Is proximity essential, or can you obsess from a distance?

⋆ 。➶ Cold Case — Is there a past obsession you've never fully let go of? Someone you still check on, even now?

⋆ 。➶ Accomplice — Do you involve others in your obsession, or is it entirely solitary? Have you ever had someone help you watch?

⋆ 。➶ Forensics — What's the smallest detail you've ever noticed about someone? Something no one else would catch?

⋆ 。➶ Red Flag — What behavior in yourself makes you pause? The thing that makes you think, "This might be too far"?

⋆ 。➶ Safe House — If you could keep your darling somewhere no one else could reach them, would you? Describe it.

⋆ 。➶ Missing Persons — When they're gone: offline, away, silent; how do you cope? What does the waiting feel like?

⋆ 。➶ Confession — What's something you've never admitted about your obsession? Not to anyone. Not even fully to yourself.

And a few statements...

ˏˋ ☾ Wheels Up — I'm thinking of you right now.

ˏˋ ☾ Copy That — I understand you in a way that would frighten most people.

ˏˋ ☾ White Rabbit — I followed you here. I'd follow you anywhere.

ˏˋ ☾ UnSub of My Own Mind — You've become an obsession I can't profile my way out of.

ˏˋ ☾ Let's Go — I would drop everything for you. Everything.

ˏˋ ☾ BAU — You are only one that matters.

ˏˋ ☾ Evidence Lockup — I've saved things from you that you don't know exist.

ˏˋ ☾ Profile Me — You see me more clearly than anyone ever has.

[yandere-herrscher]

I love your attention no matter what form it takes. You can spoil me with your time or vent your frustrations/problems at me, and if it were the latter. I promise you'd never have to worry about being too much or about hurting me. I promise I can take it all, I'll always listen to everything you have to say and endure all your pain if it makes you feel better my sweet darling

[gravedlullaby]

Crawling in his window and standing above his bed watching him sleep so I can be closer to him ♡

[prettydolldiary]

✦. ── 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

[smokerslungsss]

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Hi!! new story bc 12 am ideas hit different, anyways, enjoy! pls pls look at this post first before reading!!! lmk any mistakes i made in this story!

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Also this is a bit short, which i am super sorry for! next one will be longer!

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Premise : You smell fucking amazing, and looked even better, you smelled like something they couldn’t name, a scent that pulled the bats in, that made them falter and look back, that made their gazes blow wide and want to move toward you. And the bats needed you to be with them.

Important Notes!

Everyone is over the age of 18!, Bruce is 45, Dick is 28, Jason is 26, Cassandra is 24, Tim is 22 and Damian is 21. also as much as i like writing gender neutral reader, i’m writing amab, cem!reader, VERY fem!male but still male!!

Also! i know this doesn’t imply to a lot of readers, but i am making you guys just a tiny bit scared of the waynes! this is simply because of their wealth and power in the industry! and maybe looks too, but yall are sexy toootrkototototo

Use of He/him, you and the rare occasions of first person but most from the bats pov because i die for reading an obsessive/possessive mind/situation from their pov.

Oh yes! when i’m describing you in the story, ignore or change any part to how you want, i simply i’m adding vague details just for the future! clingy bats!

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꧁ An Intoxicating Smell. ꧂

Bruce Wayne is a playboy, philanthropist, and industrialist. Everyone knew that, with his Good-looks and charms, and how he owns the Wayne Enterprise. Owning millions of estates, making technology for the future and overseeing vastly all of Gotham. (small note, i pulled the net-worth out of my ass.) Some say he's the richest man in Gotham, Others say he's the richest man in the country, with a net-worth of 98 billion, then came his sons and daughter. Richard Wayne Grayson the oldest with a net-worth of 15 billion, Jason Wayne Todd the second oldest with a net-worth of 14.8 billion, Cassandra Wayne Cain the third with a net-wroth of 14.6 billion, Tim Drake Wayne The fourth with a net-worth kf 14.3 billion and lastly, Damian Wayne the youngest with a net-worth of 43 billion, others spoke it was favouritism, his only biological son had the biggest net-worth, others defended with the fact he was the sole heir, and needed to be good at managing money.

But.. this story isn't about them specifically, it's about a certain man, one of the upper-lower classes, a man with soft silky hair, with pale - almost translucent - skin, slightly down-turned eyes, lashes that fluttered with each blink, a slender, soft body with curves that seemed too feminine to be a mans.

He liked looking feminine, sure, it wasn't accepted all that much but ____ had a business, that business was family owned, a simple company that brought in a few millions each year, they were a perfume business, able to satisfy each customer that came in, looking for something unique, for something just theirs.

Not enough to compare to The Waynes, but enough to live nicely.

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It was a Gala where they first met him, or smelled him.

____ was talking to some random upper class lady, he was smiling and nodding at her.

But that’s when his gaze landed on them.

The Waynes.

(proun change! i’m sorryy)

A small shiver ran down your spine, you looked away immediately.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to drift towards or away from the Waynes.

They were powerful, had connections everywhere and could make someone’s life miserable or better, it all truly depended on whom you asked.

You had never spoken to them, no, not once and you had decided to never really speak, talk or even look at them.

Not out of any specific reason, simply because you didn’t want them to have your company’s name get dragged in the mud just because of a bad first impression.

“Excuse me, Catherine.” You said to the lady and smiled before turning around and immediately heading to the bathroom.

This place simply had one bathroom for all guests, it wasn’t really a problem for you.

You sat in the stall and groaned as you stretched, this Gala was by far the most boring place you had ever been in.

There was barely enough wine to actually get tipsy, the food was small enough for a bird to complain about the size, and even the set up — as beautiful as it was — looked disgustingly distasteful for such an event.

Just as you got out and washed your hands, fixing up your hair and sprayed some of your Noix de Coco Rosée* perfume — Cologne was way too harsh on your nose — and put just a tad bit of lipgloss so that no one would really know you had anything on, opening the door.

(* Noix de Coco Rosée simply means blush coconut, which the scent is soft coconut with hints of strawberry!)

You froze, staring at the tall, huge man in front of you.

'M-..Mr, Wayne! my apologies, i'll just move out of your way, excuse me' You spoke, voice slightly softer then normal, heart pounding as you lowered your gaze towards the floor, moving from the bathroom door towards the Galas own doors, moving quickly before anyone could stop you.

What you didn't know, or even bothered to realise that Bruce had went rigid, pupils wide as his nose picked up on a scent.

Yours.

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in, looking back but stared at nothing.

'B?' someone said and Bruce turned his head to face Dick.

'What's wrong?' he asked, as Bruce turned his head back at the closed doors

'I need the others to find someone for me.' Bruce said making dick freeze before moving closer, voice dropping low.

'Is it some-'

'No. just..get Tim to check the cameras for the person that came out when I got here, and then tell me who they are.'

'Right, getting Tim on comms now.' Dick said, both confused but alert as he tapped his ear piece, muttering something that Bruce couldn't care to hear.

No.

Not when his body had fully relaxed, blood rushing to places, pupils blown wide just by a scent.

The Bruce Wayne had a bodygasm just by scent.

Pathetic.

But he didn't care, no, not when the only thing that made him feel like life was worth living, was worth sleeping with that man curled up in his lap, was worth everything.

And he isn't ready to let go of that smell.

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You were out in the balcony of the Gala, sitting down and for once relaxing, your heart had returned to its normal beat, and your hands had stopped trembling.

You were checking out the table d'hôte which was a fancy way of saying the menu. You were humming, hair slightly moving in the wind, long lashes fluttering as you focused on the foods available, resting your chin on the palm on your hand and just as you looked up, you flinched, downturned eyes blinked twice.

It was a woman, she had a dark bob, sharp dark eyes with a beautiful figure, and more importantly.

A Wayne.

'Sorry, i did-'

'You smell good.' she interrupted, making you pause before nodding.

"O-oh..thank you." You cursed yourself at the stutter, you only stutter when caught off guard or truly terrified.

"...'

'...'

"Well I should jus-"

"Stay."

"..Okay.." You mumbled, and looked down, staring at the table d'hôte again, unable to make eye contact, just as it got more awkard, someone burst through the doors.

You flinch again, not out of fear but simply because of the noise, looking up, you saw someone with black hair, and a streak of white in the front.

before you can speak, he sat down right next to you, leaning close to your face with green sharp eyes staring at yours.

"Can-"

"Fuck, you smell just as amazing as they described you.'

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't be, just be good and stay still while everyone else hurries the fuck up."

‘Everyone?’ You asked, confused as you looked at the door before staring down to see Jason Todd Wayne smirking.

‘Yea, everyone else, pretty boy.’

‘i-’

The doors opened again, came in Dick Grayson Wayne, Tim Drake Wayne, Bruce wayne and Damian Wayne.

Before you could process it, they sat down, the table was a circle and suddenly it felt like a circus with you being the main dancer in it.

You still didn’t notice.

Didn’t notice how Cassandra’s usually sharper eyes had softened, a perfect nose smelling the air near you.

Didn’t notice where dick had frozen for a long moment before he subconsciously leaned near you, hands clenched.

How Tim had fully stopped typing in his tablet and looked up at you, glasses slightly tilted.

How Jasons hand moved until it was on your waist, making you yelp and look at him as you try to pry his hands off.

Or how damian’s gaze turned into something unreadable, he was also subconsciously leaning into where you were.

How Bruce leaned back in his chair, staring at you and his son — not biological — as you try to move his hand away.

‘T-..this is completely inappropriate! Mr, Todd, please remove your hand!’ You said, a smaller and far slenderer hand on his rough and scarred on, trying to move it away from your waist.

Jason’s smirk widened into a grin as he leaned in, pulling you closer, till your shoulder was touching his hard chest.

‘Why? my hands are cold, be nice and warm them for me?’ A lie that even the dumbest could tell.

‘Then perhaps you should head inside! it is far more warmer in there.’ You said, a blush creeping up your neck.

It was embarrassing but when you got flustered, or too excited, or on the verge of an orgasm .

Your entire body, from your neck to your chest to the lower of your back would turn pink or red, and everyone in that table was staring hard at your neck, someone visibly took a sharp inhale, hands went tight into fists.

‘Nah, too humid there, i prefer you.’

‘That—! its—!’ You couldn’t come with a retort, the red deepened on your neck as Jason leaned down and bit your neck gently.

you pushed his head away, flustered and shocked.

‘Do not bite me!’ You said, still not seeing how everyone else had gone quiet, even Jason.

Bruce stood up, eyes locked on you.

‘It’s late.’

You paused before standing up, managing to slap off Jasons hand.

‘Yes..well, excuse me—‘

‘You don’t have a ride home.’ Dick suddenly said, standing up as Tim immediately took the hint and looked down, typing something on it before speaking.

‘Yes, and the chance of getting an uber here is a no go, the security won’t let them in, or you out.’ Tim spoke.

‘..It’s alright, i can ju—‘

God why did they keep interrupting you!

‘Come home with us.’ Damian suddenly said, not even a question, an order to be filled.

‘Yes.’ Cassandra said, eyes still locked on you.

‘No! i can just call my—‘

‘It wasn’t a question.’ Damian said, eyes narrowed on yours.

‘Damian.’ Bruce spoke, a warning as damian gave a “tt.”

‘I wouldn’t want to impose!’

‘You aren’t imposing! we’re inviting you.’ Dick said again as tim nodded.

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Before you knew it, you were in the back seat of a fancy and definitely modified BMW, looking at your lap as Jason and Damian were on your right and left, Tim in front of Jason and cassandra on the right, Bruce driving.

No one said anything on the ride.

The manor came to view, the gates opened as drive drove into an underground parking garage, you all got out and your eyes went wide when you stared at the fancy cars all around.

Dick came behind you, grinning as he leaned down slightly, a firm hand on your lower back as he pushed you towards the door that lead upstairs.

Looking around, you stared at walls with portraits of former Waynes that seemed to judge your very character.

A butler appeared, dressed in an immaculate suit, he paused when he took a breath of the air before snapping immediately out of it.

‘Master Bruce, is this the company you were referring to?’

‘Yes, Alfred, get him to the blue room.’

Alfred froze before a knowing smile appeared on his face as he gently lifted his right hand towards a hallways.

‘This way, Master ____’

And for some reason you didn’t like that look or the fact he knew your name.

You were guided out and into a wing, staring at a door that was navy blue, you saw the door knob had a lock on it, from the outside.

‘..Why does the door have a lock outside?’ You asked, confused.

You managed to take a look to your left as you saw a blur of black before everything felt blurry and body felt like it weighed hundreds as you fell into the temptation.

You were adorable.

And smelled just perfect.

Perfect.

For us.

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After notes!

UGHH!! i lowk rushed the ending because i wanted you all to be able to read it today and not tomorrow! honestly i pulled most of the stuff here out of my ass i swear!

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