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Hewwo Aurora! I have a fun curious question about your writing. If you went to sleep & woke up in any of your AU’s, which yandere(s) would you be ok living with forever?

Ok, so I haven’t written for Yandere Batfam yet, so I won’t put that as my answer (though that absolutely would be my #1 answer)

For the ones I have written, I’d probably chose Sanemi from Demon Slayer. As long as I don’t ‘act out’ I feel like he’d be the nicest.

Don’t get me wrong, Superfam is nice too but I wouldn’t be able to cope with how they could hear my every move from miles away.

Thanks for the question!! This was so fun to answer!

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Hello!!

I was wondering if I could request nap time (reader falling asleep on the couch or something) with the Yandere superfam!

Maybe the reader was listening to sad music or something as they fell asleep??

(Feel free to ignore!! Love your writing and hope you’re happy and healthy!)

Heartbeat | Yandere!Superfam x Teen!Reader

Clark watched the slow rise and fall of your chest. Despite the fact that your back was turned to him, he could tell from your heartbeat that you were sound asleep.

And it was a most joyous sound to his all-hearing ears.

Every time you were asleep, your heart was calm. Steady and strong. And most importantly, safe.

A steady heartbeat meant that you felt safe.

And Clark knew that wasn't totally true. That was something you were all working on together.

Him, Jon and you.

When you were awake, your heart would beat a thousand miles per minute. Especially when Clark was in the same room. He did notice that it would slow just a tad whenever Jon was around.

And though the older man was jealous that you seemed enjoy Jon's company more than your own 'dad', he understood. Of course you loved your big brother.

But he wished you would love your old man too.

Hell, now that Clark was thinking about it, this was the first time he's ever seen you comfortably sleep with Jon in the same room, let alone the same couch.

Jon was on his own phone sitting just far enough that he wasn't touching you, but he wasn't really paying attention to the screen. He was really listening to you.

Since the slow awakening of his powers, his super-hearing had to be one of his most cherished abilities. Once he had it honed, he was able to focus on your beautiful heartbeat and how it differed whenever he or his dad were around.

You weren't settling as well as they'd hoped, but each day Jon was snaking his way closer and closer.

When you gave Jon an inch, he could go a mile but Clark was stuck with an inch and would be set back a yard if he tried to take even a centimeter more.

Jon finally gazed at his father, smiling brightly, "She was upset earlier and actually came and laid on the couch next to me! I was so shocked!" He whispered excitedly.

Clark smiles back but it doesn't quite shine as much as he wished it did.

If he hadn't had to leave earlier for hero work, maybe you would've came to him or he could've made it harder for you to go to Jon.

He'd have to plan accordingly next time.

And besides, you have to come to him to ask for your phone back.

And he planned on milking that as much as you would allow.

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... "Re-connection Session" ...

A/B/O Platonic Yandere! Dick Grayson & Jason Todd x f! Reader

You never should have let Damian sleep in your lap, especially after rejecting Dick and Jason's request for attention. Now you have their jealousy to resolve. ... Dick and Jason are alphas and you are an omega. People can purr in this AU. ... TW: Blurred lines between family and intimacy, post-kidnap, non-consensual touching, forced proximity, being forced to undress, non-sexual nudity, traditional secondary gender roles

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror in silent dread.

Dick's old shirt hung low on your frame, the neckline falling past your collarbones and the hem dropping to your fingertips. The sleeves, thankfully, covered you to your elbows, but the desired effect was the same: easy access to your body.

This, accompanied by your underwear and Jason's basketball shorts were all you were allowed to wear.

Fear sat in your stomach line a rock. You were sure you were releasing enough panic pheromones to alert the whole house, but there was no frantic knocking to save you. Just you, your pounding heart, and the two men on the other side of the door.

Wiping your sweaty hands down your pants, you gave yourself one last look before leaving the bathroom. Dick's bedroom spread out before you, filled with old memorabilia and a large, plush bed in the center.

Dick and Jason were leaning against the wall in wait, arms crossed and heads tilted back. Dick grinned when he saw you.

"Alright, good," he said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. "It's a little late for an afternoon nap, so movie time?"

Dick's scent clung to you like a cologne, sweet and tangy. An alpha's smell was already stronger to omegas, but being wrapped in his shirt and pressed into his side was almost overwhelming. Jason, whose scent was more earthy and metallic, was a small reprieve.

Jason looked you up and down, appraising your posture and expression. You knew it was useless to try to hide your feelings, but you couldn't fight the urge to look away. You crossed your arms to cover yourself.

He reached over and ran a hand over your temple, brushing back stray curls. Jason, while never the most emotive on a day-to-day basis, had a cloudy expression today. His gaze bore into you, drinking up every micro-expression you tried to hide and cataloguing each one.

"No trash TV," Jason finally said. He dropped his hand and fell into stride with you and Dick, who was guiding you to his bed.

Dick dipped his head down so his cheek brushed your forehead. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything is fine."

"Nope, that's not allowed," Dick lightly scolded. "This weekend's all about getting familiar. You need to learn how to go along with the family."

Your mind blanked as you scrambled to remember any move you've ever seen before. Embarrassment pricked your cheeks. "Maybe Pixar..."

Dick stopped you at the edge of the bed. He ruffled the back of Jason's hair before slapping his back, earning his hand a hard swat.

"You first, little wing."

Jason rolled his eyes and climbed on the bed, flopping into place on the silk covers. Dick ushered you on next with gentle hands, not giving you an inch of space as he followed suit.

You were settled into Jason's side, your front pressing into the long expanse of his body. Jason shifted and pulled off his shirt with one hand, tossing it off the bed before leaning back into you.

Your insides lurched at his naked chest, and you were boneless when he guided your head to rest on his shoulder. Jason's body was warm and sturdy. He eclipsed you in ways that made your heart flutter.

You tighten your arms around your chest to keep these stray feelings at bay.

Dick settled behind you with a happy sigh, shirtless as well. He weaseled your arm out of your hold and settled it over Jason's chest to maximize contact, then rested his hand on your waist.

His breath fanned the back of your head when he whispered, "I'm going to lift your shirt up now."

You held back a whimper when his hand slid beneath your shirt, trailing up your stomach to settle between your ribs. His palm spread flat, fingers reaching the better half of your stomach. He was dangerously close to brushing your breasts, but remained careful not to stray too far up.

Jason's hand trailed in next, gliding over your hip and up your spine, where it settled between your shoulder blades. His thumb brushed up and down in slow, even strokes.

They were everywhere. Their arms lay flushed against your body, touching as much skin as they possibly could, while their stomachs pressed into yours where your shirt had slid up. Their nudged your legs until you were tangled in theirs.

As hard as you tried to fight it, it was instinctual for pack members to seek physical contact. Touch was one of the most primal and easiest ways to show affection and community, so you knew that your days of solitude were numbered.

But this...

Tingles spread through your whole body, exacerbated by how touch-starved you were. The feeling of oneness, of unbridled intimacy with your family, sank deep into your heart.

Resist, resist, resist. You're stronger than these urges.

Your breathing accelerated. You knew what to expect going into this, but nothing could have prepared you for how emotionally penetrating it was. It was as if your very nature and mind were at war.

A steady purr rumbled in their chests as they basked in your company, soaking in as much of your warmth as they could. Jason's nose brushed your forehead, placing feather light kisses where he could reach. Dick was crooning.

Cold sweat prickled your skin.

Your hand tightened around Jason's back as claustrophobia set in. The purring turned to a low rumble and the pheromones in the air turned sour.

"Hey," Jason said softly. "You have to settle down."

You swallowed thickly to abate your fear. "You guys got defensive."

Dick nudged his nose on your neck, right above your scent glands. "Because you started smelling scared."

Oh.

You inhale shakily to calm your nerves. Jason hummed in your ear, a low, pleased sound.

"Good girl," he said. "Keep doing that. We have you."

You sucked in a sharp breath in defiance. Jason humphed. Dick laughed against your skin and squeezed your stomach playfully, grinning as he said, "You're as bad as Damian."

They nestled you tighter between them, purrs rumbling anew. Amidst the panic in your chest stirred another feeling. Maybe it's because you're getting drunk on an alpha's attention, but you felt a childish need to complain.

"How long will this take?" You asked, shifting uncomfortably between their sandwiched bodies.

Jason's face tightened around his eyes. "As long as it takes."

"For what?" you asked, frustration bubbling up your throat. "I've more than made up for turning you down yesterday."

"You need to want our touch," Dick said. He hesitated, mulling over if he should continue, then went on. "I think that if you let your guard down for a second and trusted your instincts, you would understand how much you need this."

"My guard is down. I'm completely defenseless," you hissed.

"Not what he was talking about. And that's what I'm not understanding, either," Jason said, frowning. "You're confused. You're completely out of touch with yourself."

The silence was heavy. They were waiting for you to speak, but you didn't trust anything that would come out of your mouth. You let the silence stretch on.

Jason's grimace deepened. "Are you having trouble being an omega because you were never taught how to be one?"

You scoffed, scandalized. Your frustration sparked into flames. "Because I don't know my place in an alpha's narrative?"

"No," Jason said defensively. "Because you don't know how to purr."

You couldn't respond.

You hadn't purred in years because there was no reason to. You weren't young, haven't dated in ages, didn't have any kids, and you definitely weren't about to purr for the Bats.

"I haven't heard you croon either. Or even ask to be held," Dick mumbled in thought.

Heat crept up your neck. They were wading in embarrassing waters now. You weren't a loser, just a little lonely—that's the only reason you stopped doing omegean things. And being their captive was a good enough reason to withhold everything.

These thoughts were enough when you were alone, but the shame creeping up your chest was startling.

Jason's hand drifted to your face, fingers sliding gently over your cheek. He used a knuckle to brush the tears from your eyelashes.

"It's okay to face these scary feelings," Jason whispered, face mere inches away. He looked at you with sad, loving eyes, while his scent was a whirlwind of conflicting emotion. Hope. Pity. Anger. Love.

Dick kissed the shell of your ear, thumb gliding over your skin where his hand rested. A soft rumble drifted from his chest. He said, "You're safe with us. It'll come naturally if you just let it."

The crux was that you didn't want to try. You wanted to withhold every valuable part of yourself from them and to make them pay for ruining your life.

But at the same time, you yearned to have a family. There was a vital part in your heart that was missing, one that could only be filled by belonging and love. You didn't want to ignore your secondary gender but you didn't want to share it with them, either.

Don't whimper. Don't smell like you want help.

You clamped your jaw shut and squeezed your eyes closed. Their pheromones filled the air with comfort, home, want, and it took every ounce of willpower to ignore the alphas' scents.

Jason kissed your eyelid, cupping your head in his palm. His purring and crooning joined Dick's, and it nearly drowned out your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

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You passed the night in a daze. They nudged you to try to croon or purr, washing you with their scents and physical contact, but their efforts didn't yield results. Outwardly, that is.

Inside, you were swimming with panic and haziness.

Skin-to-skin touching was starting to take a toll on you. In a stronger headspace, you could ignore the pleasant allure of touching them, but your boundaries and primal needs were beginning to blur.

They felt good. They felt safe. You wanted to cling to Jason's chest and sob in relief at finally being wanted. You wanted Dick to keep cooing and petting you like you were the most cherished thing in his life. Each kiss stoked a fire you were desperately trying to put out.

At the same time, your defiance was making them restless. Dick and Jason had begun to smell more potent and move more assertively. Omegas weren't meant to resist their alpha pack members, especially in a domestic setting.

Despite a tiring night of caressing and pleading, you didn't loosen your tight control on your emotions. Dick and Jason were still completely cut off from you, and you could tell they were thinking of ways to get you to fold.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, accompanied by the muffled voices of Sunday morning cartoons. All of you were on Dick's bed and eating in silence.

The soup in your lap was one of Alfred's "sick soups." It was hardy and chock-full of vegetables and pork, and made especially to ease the tension in the room.

Their heavy gazes kept your head bowed as you tried to eat what little food you could.

Dick's bowl clinked as he set it on the floor.

"Submission isn't shameful," he said suddenly. "Is that what this is? You think it makes you less of a person?"

You look down into your soup, lips tightening. "No, I know it's fine... I would just prefer to keep things how they are."

"Why?" Dick said, scooting closer to you.

"It's my choice."

"No, why?" Frustration cut into Dick's voice. "I'm trying to work with you."

"Is bodily autonomy not a good enough reason?" You bit back. "I don't know, Dick. 'No' should be a good enough answer."

Jason's hand touched your back, making you lurch forward. Soup nearly spilled from your bowl, but Dick caught it in time. Jason sighed angrily while Dick set your food on the bedside table.

"This isn't normal," Jason said hotly. "Omegas shouldn't flinch at their caretakers, especially when they're treated as well as you are."

You gripped the bed sheets, guilt filtering in at the truth in his words. "Sorry," you said meekly.

Jason deflated slightly, then brought his hand back up. It settled on the nape of your neck, his large palm cupping the entire surface. Tingles rippled through your body and ignited goosebumps across your back.

Jason rested his head on yours, absently rubbing the scent pad in his cheek on your hair. He said, "Did something bad happen that made you afraid?"

"No," you said quickly. Aside from being kidnapped by them, that is.

Dick moved in closer. His voice was soft. "Then why?"

"I just..." You brought your knees up to your chest and covered your eyes with a palm. "This domesticity just isn't for me."

"You need to practice," Dick reiterated. "Maybe we can give you a simple command and you follow it? So you'll get used to how it feels?"

You peek between your fingers to glare at him.

"No, really. I read some omegean blogs that said yielding to your alpha's orders feels really good." Dick looked between you and Jason hopefully. "Or we can read some articles by older omegas so you know how to handle your feelings?"

You held back a sharp comment about where he can shove those articles. Instead you said, "Only people with religious agendas write those things."

Jason looked like he agreed, but he didn't take your side.

"We can't do nothing," Jason said, eyes flitting up to Dick.

Dick sucked the inside of his cheek. "And she's unresponsive to positive reinforcement and suggestions."

Fear brewed in your gut. "What are you implying?"

Dick touched your knee, drawing your attention to his face. "You need to purr. Or present submissive pheromones. It'll break the dam so everything comes out easier."

A blush swept up your face and you jerked your knee away from him. "You can't just ask that. No. My answer is no."

Dick's gaze returned to Jason's. Dick frowned, then quirked a brow. "People purr to self-sooth, too."

You tensed. "Dick. Stop."

Jason hesitated, face pinching at the fear in your scent. "What do you suggest?"

"Full body contact and commands. It'll overwhelm her, so she'll self-sooth then default to the natural order."

"Jason." Your voice was high and sharp. "Make him stop. This is wrong."

"Jay," Dick said, looking every bit as sincere as he sounded. "I know you're apprehensive, but she won't come to this conclusion herself. She needs to be guided in a controlled environment."

Jason's face screwed up in worry. "It's traumatic."

"Temporarily. She'll be in our care the whole time," Dick reassured him. "It'll be over the moment she submits."

"Please, Jason, no!" You pushed your face into Jason's chest, clinging to his chest. Tears poured down your face as you shook. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder. Whatever this is, don't do it."

Jason's jaw set, the muscles in his neck flexing. "Then purr."

"What?"

"I'm giving you a way out. You have to trigger your primal state and ask for our care. It's not something you can do manually, so start by purring."

"I..." Your breath caught in your lungs. You were too scared to purr, much less seek their comfort for anything.

You swallowed hard and coughed weakly, trying to activate your secondary vocal cords.

Several moments of silence passed before a small huff of a rumble left your throat. It sounded pathetic to your own ears, probably more-so to theirs, and your throat constricted from embarrassment.

"Forcing me won't make me want to... do that," you said weakly, breath hitching from your tears. "Isn't there another way?"

Dick sighed deeply. "Thanks for trying."

He leaned in and kissed your neck, rubbing his hand in comforting circles on your back. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, still shaking against Jason's chest. Dick smiled softly and kissed your neck again before drawing back.

"Jason," Dick said, "hold her feet down."

Jason's hands clamped around your legs before you could register Dick's words. Your world tilted and you were on your back before you could shout.

"No! Please!" You thrashed against his hold when Dick descended on you.

Dick put a hand on your chest to keep you down, then pinned you with his knee. Your hands clawed everywhere you could reach, but they paid no mind.

"You're fine. You're wearing underwear, right?" Dick asked. His finger hooked on your waistband, pulling it up to confirm. "Yeah. Look, just focus on breathing."

"No! No!" you shrieked as your pants slipped down your thighs.

Jason kept you from kicking, although it probably wouldn't matter either way. Their bodies were hardened from years of vigilante work and they moved together like a machine.

They unhooked your pants from your ankles and dropped it off the bed. You tried to curl into a ball, but their weight on your body kept you immobile.

You begged again, reaching out to Jason for help. His face was twisted in pain but he made no move to stop it. The comforting scent he pushed out did nothing to quell your panic.

Dick hushed you gently, face pleasant and movements slow, and reached for your shirt.

"I'm not wearing a bra!" you shouted hysterically, trying fruitlessly to push his knee off your chest.

Dick looked down at you patiently. "Then slip your arms in your shirt and cover yourself."

You stared up at him with wide eyes. Was he really, really about to do this? Trigger you so it activates your omegean instincts?

When he grabbed the edge of your shirt, your heart jumped up your throat. You wrangled your arms inside your sleeves and covered your breasts as well as you could.

Dick took his knee off your chest and dragged the shirt up over your body. It slid off with ease, leaving you in only your underwear.

You sobbed loudly.

Jason scooped you into his arms and pulled you up the bed. He settled you on a soft pillow, nuzzling his cheek against yours in silent apology.

You immediately curled into a ball when their hands left you. To your horror you saw them strip off their pants as well, leaving them in only their boxers.

"God, stop," you plead, voice breaking.

"It's okay," Dick whispered as he slid into place in front of you. "We do this all the time. It's important."

Perhaps he was referring to the after-workout cuddle piles, but even those had longer pants and chest coverage for girls.

The heat from their bodies sank into your flesh and disrupted your frantic thinking. Your alphas—no, Dick and Jason, you corrected—held you like you were sacred. It was a feeling of your deepest daydreams come true, to have a pack that was so open about their care for you.

If only they hadn't kidnapped you.

The compulsion to accept their love dug deep in your mind, and you found it harder and harder to remember the reasons why you shouldn't. Your anger began to seem trivial compared to the safety and adoration they promised.

Tears fell down your cheeks again, and you clung to Dick's chest to anchor yourself. He laid several kisses on the crown of your head.

"I'm going to give you some orders, okay?" Dick said. "You'll be compelled to follow them."

"I don't want to," you croaked.

"That time has passed," Jason mumbled, stroking your arm with his thumb.

Dick cleared his throat, and your blood ran cold in anticipation.

"Hold Jason's hand." Dick's alpha voice struck you like a cannon.

The command wound around every corner of your mind. It strangled your freewill in a vice hold, suffocating any lingering thoughts of freedom until all that was left was them.

An alpha's command wasn't absolute, but it was damn near close.

Your insides rattle with a urge to hurry, hurry and complete alpha's orders. Make Brother happy.

Cold sweat spread across your back, making you feel sickly and sticky. Your eyesight narrowed to Dick's chest as you fought off the intrusive thoughts, not noticing anything but your vision blackening around the edges.

Please, no no no no no.

Jason's hand hovered next to yours, making it easy for you to obey.

"I... I c-c..." you stuttered.

Follow, follow, follow, your mind screamed at you. Brother will be disappointed.

You clung to Dick's bicep and screwed your eyes shut. A disapproving growl bubbled in Dick's throat.

"Take it," Dick ordered, grabbing your wrist and holding it above Jason's hand. "It's for your own good, so take it."

Jason bumped his head into yours and pushed you towards Dick's neck. You tried to squirm away, but their bodies kept you immobile, leaving your only option to settle your nose into Dick's neck and breathe.

The smell was intoxicating. It was impossible to fight off—his warm and strong scent flooding your head and making your mind melt.

Without you realizing, a broken whine left your throat. Dick and Jason reacted instantly. They hugged you tighter, shushing you and peppering kisses wherever they could reach.

Their scent changed too. Frustration was pushed out by love, comfort, love, and it smothered your senses. You whimpered, your whole body shuttering from your tears.

Fuck, you wanted your alphas so badly. Your brother's comfort enveloped you and left nothing else to do but welcome it.

Your guilt and doubt multiplied at rapid speed. Maybe you were wrong for rejecting this. Being close and following their orders felt as good as Dick had said, so maybe they were right about other things, too.

"She's defaulting" Jason said, words fast and nervous.

You whined again, broken and airy and filled with all the conflicting misery you felt. Your sense of self slipped between your fingers like water, making room for the person they wanted you to become—who you were commanded to become.

The heat of their bodies made your world spin. Their loving touches make your mind blank.

Dick shushed you and cooed comforting words, and the resilient voice in your head silenced.

Oh god, they felt like your soulmates. This seemed predestined, like you were born to be in their family.

Your exposed bodies pressing together destroyed the illusion of self, giving way to their truest law: you were theirs, body and soul.

"One more time," Dick muttered. His voice deepened to say, "Hold Jason's hand."

You moved without thinking. Your fingers tangled into Jason's, your palm laying flat over his hand.

Relief bloomed in your chest, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted. The compulsion was replaced by deep satisfaction, one you found yourself craving again.

You listened and did good. Brothers are happy. You are loved.

Dick's grin was radiant. Tears sprung in his eyes as emotions overtook him, making his blue irises shine like gems. Quiet sniffles came from behind you, and by the jerkiness in Jason's body, you knew he was crying.

"Good girl," Dick praised, voice watery. "My baby."

Jason's nose pressed into your neck, taking shaky breaths of your scent. It calmed him slightly, yet his voice was still uneven. "She's feeling better. Do another one, Dick."

"Kiss me," Dick ordered.

Your lips pressed against his shoulder, and again on his collarbone. Dick laughed and sniffled, unintelligible croons tumbling from his mouth.

Your mind was a haze, unable to process anything but the two alphas around you. Your brothers were here and you were safe. How had you lived without this love for so long?

It was like an avalanche of pent-up emotions poured into your body. You were relieved to be free, angry at the pain you inflicted on yourself, and so, so happy to belong to Dick and Jason.

"I love you," Jason muttered into your hair.

Dick kissed your face, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over your skin. "I love you so much."

Your inner omega melted.

Love, love, love. Their scent consumed you.

You felt defined by their love, and felt like you would be nothing outside of it.

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Dick's head was light from glee. "Did you see her stumble out of bed? She was still riding that high."

Jason didn't respond. He sat at the edge of Dick's bed while the aforementioned brother paced around his room.

Dick was too worked up to wait for a response.

"I bet it'll only take a week or two before she seeks the pack out. The attention's like a drug, you know. " Dick waved a hand. "I forgot the chemical. Whatever. But she definitely can't go back to being detached."

Jason's stomach squeezed at Dick's prideful smile.

"I feel slimy," Jason said, gripping his hands together tightly.

Dick abruptly stopped. "What?"

Jason didn't respond. He stared up at Dick with a grim look.

Several expressions passed Dick's face before he said, "That's all you took away from this?"

"I've written papers about why overpowering omegas is outdated and wrong."

"Yeah? I agreed too until we had a hurting omega in our care," Dick said. "Besides, if you feel like that then why didn't you say anything?"

Jason's jaw muscles tightened. "I said using an alpha's command was shitty, not unnecessary."

"It was beautiful, Jason," Dick hissed, temper flaring. "And she'll be happier because of it."

Dick stormed out, his good mood evaporated. The door slammed behind him, and Jason waited until he couldn't hear Dick's stomping before heaving a long sigh.

Jason hoped you wouldn't be too upset once you accepted their care. He made a vow to keep you safe and happy, and he would fulfill that promise even if you hated him for it.

Still, it hurt.

Jason's eyes drifted back to Dick's bed, to the spot where you had been lying. He crawled over and laid down, pushing his face into the sheets, and inhaled your fading scent.

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Hi, good evening! Firstly, I wanted to say that I loved your posts, especially "The Lie Above Pt. 1 | Yandere!TMNT (2016) x Teen!Reader". So, will there be a sequel to it?

Absolutely! I actually want to rewrite the first part to be a little more coherent but I will be making two parts for that writing!

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I'm glad you're back!

I never truly left! I’m just struggling to come up with scenarios, I’ve got lots of drafts right now

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hello :) i was wondering if it'd be ok for me to make a bot based off of yandere/dad katsuki. if not, that's totally fine too

Go ahead!

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I'm a whore for these tropes

"now you're part of the found family" but as horror. discuss

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I enjoyed you "New Baby" fix and I had a question (if that's okay to ask~)

So their new "baby" has been with them for a few years but she doesn't see the Todoroki family as her family, in fact, she's even more cold towards them. ("Nope. You're not my mom, Rei." "I don't want to hang out with you, Shoto." Stuff like that~) Does the Todoroki family write it off as teenage angst or are they genuinely concerned she'll never love them?

This family is delusional, so they’ll definitely write the coldness as teenage angst.

Are they sad that this phase of angst seems to be going on for so long? Absolutely. But they have a way to fix that.

✨ Forced bonding ✨

You’re not gonna get any time alone until they feel that you’re not depressed anymore.

So expect to spend more time with your dad at his hero agency, or bed time stories with your loving mama (no, you’ll never be ‘too old’ for those), cooking with Fuyumi, hanging out with Natsuo while he does his homework and watching Shoto train.

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Give In | Platonic!Yandere!Hawks x Teen!Reader

This had to be the worst day of your life.

You didn't think anything would top being kidnapped, but here you were sunken into the couch of your 'home' weighed down by your own dejection.

Your entire body was cold.

Wet, muddied clothes clung to your body and there was an obvious trail coming from the door to the couch.

Everything was numb.

Your fingertips, your toes, your mind.

The sound of the door opening paused your inner monologue.

"Man, that rain is no joke today! I'm soaked!" Hawks' voice came from the front door, but you didn't bother looking at him.

He strolled over to you after taking his shoes off, but again you paid him no mind. You couldn't bear the sight of him.

He stilled for a moment, looking you over while a frown overtook his features, "(Y/N), my sweet little sister, did you go outside?" His voice was so soft yet unbearably sarcastic. He knew the answer.

He hummed unhappily when he received no reply, "You're gonna get sick if you sit in those wet clothes any longer. I'll go draw you a bat-"

"Yeah, I hope I get so sick that I die." You spat. But even that held no real emotion behind it. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry at him.

You'd been angry at first.

You'd spent so long trying to figure out an escape plan, only to find the door unlocked when you didn't find a key. Then you anxiously ran out into the rain, screaming for help and looking for any other houses or even streets.

For miles, you ran.

For miles, you hoped and prayed that today was the day you'd be free again.

But as if your prayers were nothing but a joke, you found a tall wall at the end of your journey and it suddenly made sense why the door was left unlocked.

The image of Keigo laughing at you was the first thing that flashed in your mind and you felt something snap in your psyche.

You grabbed at the muddied ground, throwing clumps of mud and grass into the wall as if it were mocking you. Curses of Keigo's name left your mouth with fiery breaths and when the clumps of mud weren't enough, you hit and clawed at the walls.

It hadn't mattered that your fingers were bleeding or that a few nails were gone.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing mattered except for Keigo.

"Okay, grumpy, you still have to take a bath."

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell me about the wall?"

Keigo stopped, turning back towards you. He had a cocky glint in his eyes, "Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily? Or that someone wouldn’t find you and return you?”

"Why..." You trailed off, "Why did you let me think that I had a chance? I... I ran for miles... thinking I was free..."

A sound of pity left Keigo and you wished you could slap him, "(Y/N), you're a smart kid. I'm your older, smarter brother." You wanted to scoff at his ego, "Why wouldn't I or the Heroes' Commission plan ahead?"

Why wouldn't they plan ahead?

You felt so stupid.

Of course everything had been planned.

Your prior kidnapping from your home.

Your shipment to Japan.

And your 'rescue' accomplished by Hawks himself.

It was so obvious now that all of that had been an orchestrated to get you into Keigo's possession.

You were a business plan.

Something to keep Keigo occupied from losing his sanity.

"Y-... You're all sick... you're all fucking sick!" Your chest hurt and you clawed at your heart with mangled fingers.

"(Y/N), focus on your breathing for me." Keigo told you, ignoring your spiraling. When you couldn't calm down, he stalked towards you, "(Y/N), I said focus! Slow your breathing."

Violent sobs tore your throat.

Everything had been taken from you just so you could play house with some hero.

Keigo cooed softly and closed the gap between you to hold you close and slide you down to the floor, telling you to slow your breathing.

He uttered praises to you when you finally listened and slowly but surely, your breathing was dissolved into quiet sobs and sniffles.

He stroked the top of your head before grabbing one of your hands to look at your fingers. He gave a small sigh when noticed how bloodied and swollen they were. They were probably riddled with fractures and would surely bruise.

“Maybe,” he spoke, “If you’d let go…this whole thing would be easier.”

“I… I’m gonna go take a bath now…” Your voice was hoarse, grated raw from your sobs and you stood on wobbly legs to make your way to the bathroom.

Keigo only smiled reassuringly and before you closed the door, he spoke one more time, “I love you so much, (Y/N). Please don’t forget that.”

But how could you?

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Going through a serious burnout. Give me some asks and we’ll see if that inspires me to get even one writing out.

I apologize for not posting anything, I have tons of drafts but I’m delighted that people continue to like and follow me despite my lack of consistency.

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hello, do you have an ao3 ?

Yes! It’s under the same name but I don’t have everything posted on that one just yet.

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Is the new baby over? Also how do you come up with these ideas?? You never miss 😩

Yes that series is over and sometimes I just come up with these one shots and other times I get inspo from other writers.

But if you’d like to throw any ideas out there for me, that would be great!

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Hello! I hope this isn’t weird to say but thanks for sharing your stuff with us, you’ve inspired me to get back into writing :) I know it’s not that serious but I kinda stopped writing because someone kept pressuring me to write romantic when I like platonic and your blog made me feel less alone? if that makes sense

No that’s so great! I’m glad you want to get back into writing! I love platonic Yandere and wish there was more material out there!

I’d love to read your work and wish you the best on your writing journey!

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I’m not writing anymore of the Rehabilitation series! Unless I think of something please don’t request anymore writings.

I’m really glad that everyone had enjoyed the series and supported me along the way with nice comments, likes and ideas of their own for me to add.

Thank you all and stay safe!

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Why do I feel like bakugo secretly goes through our phone 😭

And does.

But, seriously, this man had parental locks on your phone and still demands to see it so he can look through your search history.

If he finds anything fishy and feels that your explanation isn't good enough, you lose phone privileges for the week and a flip phone is given so you can call him if you need him and vice versa.

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Rehabilitation Pt.4 | Platonic!Yandere!Katsuki Bakugo x Teen!Reader

For @thecuriousquest

The dress was uncomfortably tight against your chest when Katsuki tied the bow in the back.

Tonight was the night of the Hero Ceremony that he'd talked about weeks prior and so far, everything had sucked ass.

You were stuck in the hotel room with Katsuki for hours at a time and when he did have to leave the room, he'd leave a baby monitor so he could keep an eye on you when his sidekicks couldn't (though he made sure they were in the room beside yours).

Having so many eyes on you in such a small space had left you feeling nauseous the entirety of the trip.

Well, that and the fact that you had a definite way of escape tonight.

"You ready?" Katsuki asked, observing you through the mirror, "You look really cute." He added awkwardly, a flustered blush upon his cheeks.

You pursed your lips, inwardly cringing, "Thank you. I'm ready."

"Right." Katsuki said, slipping on his freshly pressed suit jacket, "Then let's go. When we get there, you'll go with my sidekick, Hotshot and you'll stay with him, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Perfect."

What fucking luck, you thought to yourself excitingly.

What fucking luck you had for a group of villains to interrupt the ceremony and gather all the heroes' attention away from you.

How perfect.

You wanted to cry from how blessed you were right now.

Continuing your way down the stairs, you panted heavily, wishing that you weren't wearing these uncomfortable baby doll shoes that Katsuki had bought to go with the dress.

They had little traction at the bottom and you felt like you might slip down the stairs at any moment if you weren't careful.

You were down to the 53rd flight when you heard a door a few flights down slam open.

A voice you didn't recognize reached your ears and you came to a halt a second too late because you knew they heard you and you knew that whoever it was wasn't a pro-hero.

With no other choice, you bolted through the door at the end of the staircase and hid in the nearest spot, a metal cabinet.

Evening your breath was hard, you barely managed to quiet it before the door slammed open.

You couldn’t see through the small slits on the door of the cabinet and listened carefully for footsteps.

You heard them walk past the cabinet and then further into the room. They were talking to someone through a communication device.

Their talking halted at some point and you heard a loud crash followed by frantic screaming and desperate calls for help.

You felt your heart drop and wondered if this really was a good idea. Being with Katsuki actually seemed like a better option. There were villains everywhere and you didn't stand a chance against them.

You shook the thought from your head, disgusted that you’d even think that.

More commotion could be heard and your body was overtaken with tremors before you heard a familiar voice call out to the villain.

More crashing, a groan and then silence followed.

A hero must’ve arrived.

Hushed talking was all you heard, you couldn’t make out the conversation and then footsteps ran past your cabinet and out the door.

“She’s not on the 53rd floor either, Kaachan.”

You stilled.

That voice sounded familiar… but you couldn’t think straight right now.

Who was that?

“I’m gonna kill that damn brat.”

A chuckle, “Don’t be so hard on her, Kacchan, maybe she just got scared and ran off in a panic.” The voiced suggested.

“Don’t tell me about my kid, Deku!” He snapped, “She’s going to get it when I find her. I'm nipping that stubbornness in the butt when we get home."

You wanted to pass out.

He had the #1 hero in Japan looking for you?

Maybe this was a dumb idea…

Why did you even want to escape?

Where would you go? You had no family. You’d definitely be sent into foster care or a group home just like you’d been before.

Despite the circumstances… Katsuki was arguably one of the best things that ever happened to you.

You got your own room, good food, new clothes.

A dad and an uncle.

Even if he did kidnap you and control a lot of your life… it was still better than your life before.

So why did you want to escape so badly?

You couldn’t even think of a good reason anymore.

Tears trailed down your face.

Why wasn’t anything making sense?

You shouldn’t want to be with your kidnapper.

You shouldn’t be want his protection.

He’s not your dad.

But he’s the closest thing you’ve had to one and that felt good.

And if you came out now, maybe he would forgive you for being so reckless.

You slowly stepped out from your hiding spot to see Deku staring right back at you.

You opted not to say anything and kept your head down, filled with a consuming shame at your behavior.

"I found her, Kacchan."

Everything was a blur after that.

You were put back under watch of Hotshot until the villains were taken care of and once that was done, Katsuki immediately drove you both back home in complete silence.

The only thing he did say was that you were in deep trouble.

He didn't even both unpacking from the car. He just led you into the house and slammed the door shut.

You went to turn and apologize and beg for forgiveness but a sharp sting on your bottom had you yelping out more in surprise than in pain.

You whipped around, eyes wide with confusion as betrayal sank into your chest, "You... you said you wouldn't hit me." You squeaked.

Katsuki stared at you for a moment before speaking, "I'm not hitting you, I'm spanking you." He dragged you over to the couch and sat down, roughly draping you over his knee.

"Wait, I wanted to apologize!" You tried to push yourself off his lap but he held you there with a firm hand, lifting his other into the air.

"I'm not taking apologies right now, (Y/N). You have to be disciplined first." He informed, bringing his hand down to harshly swat your bottom.

You jumped at the pain, so embarrassed that tears immediately welled in your eyes.

"I'm going to make sure you never question my authority over you again."

He spanked you again and again with little breaks in between.

Your thighs and bottom ached and burned.

You thought that Katsuki would never stop spanking you.

But three words made him stop.

"Dad, I'm sorry!" You wailed

Despite the pain, you still spoke up, blubbering an apology.

A real apology.

Not the half-hearted ones you'd given before.

No more swats were laid upon your bottom and you were lifted to sit upright in Katsuki's lap.

"...What did you say?" He asked quietly, he couldn't believe what he'd heard. He had to hear you say it again just to be sure he'd heard right.

Between panty, wet breaths, you spoke again, "I'm sorry, Dad." You sounded like a little kid and you wished you were embarrassed about it, but you were too overwhelmed to focus on that.

Right now, you just wanted-no-needed Katsuki to forgive you. To promise that he wouldn't throw you back out in the streets or put you in foster care.

"Don't-don't throw me-a-away!" You sobbed.

A hand brought your head to his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around Katsuki, holding on for dear life.

He wrapped an muscular arm around you, giving you a sturdy pat on the back as you sniveled into his shoulder, "Promise you won't run away again." He demanded and you nodded.

"I promise I won't." You hiccupped, "Promise... promise you won't get rid of me?" You'd never demanded anything from him before, that was big no-no in his ever-growing list of rules for you, but you needed him to confirm that he still loved you.

"I'm not giving you up, (Y/N)." He pulled you back to look you in the eyes.

They were resolute and that look that used to fill you with dread now comforted you as he spoke, "I was mad at you but not anymore. You've learned your lesson and you're forgiven."

You nodded vigorously and hugged him tight once again, fresh tears of relief soaking his clothed shoulder.

Katsuki continued to rub your back until you fell asleep, leaving you both stuck on the couch.

This was it.

This was rehabilitation.

And it felt good.

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Teen!Reader: Mr. Bakugou, I understand now why you brought me here.

Katsuki: …You do?

Teen!Reader: Yeah. It’s because you’re such a sick bastard that nobody wanted to have kids with you.

How do you think Bakugou would respond?

A long time out in your room followed with a lecture, a loss of your phone for the week and a coin in the curse jar.

You're stuck reading books and playing board games with Katsuki since you think he's such a horrible person.

And no, you can't watch TV. Katsuki doesn't let you watch the shows he watches (they're all rated M) and you aren't interested in the news.