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.ᐟ𖹭~ Ciao Amore ~𖹭.ᐟ

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Batfamily x CatFam!Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎 ♡ ｡ ゜

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𓆩☾𓆪 Nightwing - Dick Grayson | بالشب - دیک گریسون

Dick kisses each candy heart before pushing it past your lips. His smile is saccharine, the lite of his voice pure sugar. His presence gives you cavities. You thought you'd run away from him, freed yourself from your nocturnal life. But here he is again pinning you to your couch as he gives you your valentine.

His sweetness sinks into you, pushing through your bones until you feel him rotting your marrow. Even the bonbons in your mouth taste of him, you swallow each one while looking into his perfect midsummer eyes. He pauses on the last candy, slips it into his tongue before kissing you, he guides the blue heart into your mouth along with every ounce of devotion his body holds. Be mine the candy reads.

Be mine

❀࿔ Red Hood - Jason Todd | نقاب سرخ - جیسون تاد

You are a narcotic laying heavy upon his tongue, plaguing his brain with your essence, your image glimmering within every vertiginous thought. Jason pulls you closer strong hands grasping at your bones. You can feel the frenetic beat of his reanimated heart, it almost seems to scream 'I love you'. He falls to the ground taking you with him, he won't leave you ever again, no matter what you must die with him. Your legs straddle his lap, forehead resting on his. He has full control of you, maneuvering your body how he deems fit. His lips trace the curve of your neck and shoulder.

There's a dreadful chill creeping up your spine, skin sizzling under every kiss, you can't move, can't breathe. When you open your eyes again he's still there, Jason is always there. Red shadow following your every move until he has you locked away between his arms. He's like poison flooding your veins, killing you slowly, softly, and dubbing every ache 'love'. Slowly his lips ghost over yours, locking too suddenly, you're drowning again.

All while Jason is high off you.

´ཀ` Arkham Knight - Jason Todd | سلحشور آرکام - جیسون تاد

You look so cute like this his precious little pet curled up on his bed. The Arkham Knight stalks forward his shadow rattling you from your light slumber. You whimper miserably pulling the covers closer to your bruised frame. Poor little kitty cat he thinks mesmerized by the sheer fright glistening in your eyes. "It's Valentine's Day you know" his synthesized voice bellows. He's sitting on the bed now, too close, iron-clad fingers patting your head, fingers lacing roughly through matted hair. "Since we're a couple now, I guess I got to get you something."

You hiss, pulling back, you really are a cat he realizes, a pretty little housecat who's strayed too far from home. The switchblade slides from his wrist, he taps it lovingly against your lips. He doesn't fail to notice your exhausted sigh as he carves a heart intercepting your collarbone. His thumb pinches your cheek, all boyish hijinks and remnants of puppy dog love. This is correct he thinks finally you are his, all his.

Mine Mine Mine

｡♦｡ Red Robin - Tim Drake | رابین قرمز- تیم دریک

There are matrices inside your eyes, celestial stars dancing between each blink. Tim watches as you click on his email, pretty face illuminated by the computer screen. ILOVEYOU the email reads, blue bold strokes dulling under your curser, you make the reckless mistake of clicking, of forgetting how potent three simple words can be. Your screens flicker, bleeding Red Robin red, candied words flood the screen. I Love You.

Tim creeps into your room, heart on his sleeve beating, he swears he's not a stalker or a creepy fan. He's just a little lovesick, just a little bit too obsessed. How could he not be? You're an ethereal equation he's spent countless nights studying from behind a screen, something so distant, empyrean, like trying to pry out secrets from lost galaxies.

He pushes the heart-shaped bag forward, practically melting it into your hands, watching eagerly as you pull the zipper to open his gift. Laying atop the cacophony of chocolates and cosmetics is a simple slip of paper scribbled in red.

I Love You

ꨄ︎ Robin - Damian Wayne| سینه‌سرخ - دامیان وین

There's an engraving in his heart that bares your name, rugged laceration that ever only stops to bleed when your claws collide with his sword. Damian harbors his legacy between his bones, feeding it, letting the expectations fester until they crack and reshape his body. But he needs you to do it, needs you close by when he finally inherits his bearings.

But sometimes, sometimes when nobody but the moon is around to witness his exhaustion. He haunts you down for the sole purpose of being near you. To inhale the airy scent of your perfume and stare into those bewitching eyes. Tonight, he sprints from rooftop to rooftop trying to find

and when he sees you bathing beneath the pale moon's rays, Damian swears his heart stops. He clears his throat prideful even when he's all so desperate for a sliver of your attention. When you turn your head to face him ethereal eyes glimpse at him, he hurriedly presents you with a gift. A single dagger oriented with a little bow around the hilt. It's almost like presenting you with a part of his DNA, only problem is you can't tell if he's challenging you or proposing, both thoughts make you sick. Before you can speak he's disappeared into the night, heart rattling his ribs as his face grows painfully hot.

You Better Appreciate The Gift.

🦇 Batman - Bruce Wayne | بتمن - بروس وین

The moon is his witness, the best wingman in town. He thinks it's funny how in so many ways he's made every creature that roams through the twilight streets. The mayer once called the nightmares of Gotham 'his', 'Batman's' and Bruce could do nothing to stop the way his heart skipped an anguished beat. Because they were his, his rogues, his gallery, and someone how, by some mistake somewhere, he had turned you into one of them. His little villain, his little kitten, prowling through the night.

There's retribution in the way he kisses you, his tongue tastes of cathartic desperation as it rolls between your lips. His grip on your forearms is so tight you feel your arms go numb. He's let you slip through his fingers so many times under the moon's watchful gaze, he refuses to let it happen again. This time he has you, this time he won't repeat the same mistakes. You are his.

His Forever

₊⁺₊☠︎︎₊⁺₊ The Batman Who Laughs - Bruce Wayne | بتمن که می خندد - بروس وین

You snort the blood from your nose trying to crack the broken thing back into place, the black menace only laughs, his long tongue rolling out to lick at the crimson substance. "You're so pretty when you bleed" he insists as his lips marr your flesh, teeth abrading at the veins hunting for more blood. You try to push him away but he only grips you tighter talons sinking into your skin, your blood under his nails.

The monster kisses you, splitting your lip in the process, iron floods your mouth before he slams you onto the ground. You look so seraphic bleeding beneath him, feline eyes darkened over with a vicious glare. But it only serves to make him laugh, he dedicates each giggle to you, his perfect little pet. You turn and bite his wrist, but the monster only laughs harder. He leans down again spiked mask puncturing your eyebrows, dragging over your eyes slicing the optic, and traversing the valley of your cheek. You scream not from the scorching pain but from this manic comedy, you've been doomed to.

Happy Valentine's Day

༻¨*:· Terry McGinnis - Batman | تری مک گینس - باتمن

Terry's kisses are heavy monstrous things. Hungry and careful, sweet contradictions that leave little lovebites in their wake. You squirm against the brick wall grip tightening on the bag of stolen compartments, daring him to try and pry it away. But the caped crusader only seems focused on you.

Terry longs to see your face, you shatter that dreaded helmet and look into your eyes. He chews on your flesh, claws at your body anything to feel closer, anything to feel loved. He dreams of too many 'one days' of holding your hand and walking through the city, neon hearts bleeding overhead. But for now, he lays content in the dark, holding you and feeling the feverish pounding your your heart against his.

Please Just Love Me

[darknessbled]

fourteen has to be such a lonely age, terra thinks.  for a moment, it’s almost comforting to think about the fact that maybe he’s not alone, that maybe someone else, somewhere else, is fourteen as well, and feels like no one in the world can understand them.

and then he feels guilty, because he wouldn’t wish whatever he’s feeling on anyone else, it wouldn’t be fair, it wouldn’t be right .

so he waffles, alone in his room, because it would be nice to have someone who could understand, but at the same time, it would be cruel to want someone else to be suffering the same way he is, grappling with all the wrong thoughts about all the wrong people.

he knows that he should look at aqua, think about aqua more than he does, maybe in a different way.  he should look at her, all calm grace and quiet strength, and be enchanted somehow, should be drawn to her.  he should think that she’s beautiful, powerful, he should think something about her that he just can’t seem to.

because when he looks at aqua, he doesn’t see any grace or quietness to her.  he sees the girl who always has to one-up him, be just that much better than him, and rub it in his face every time.  he doesn’t think of her as beautiful or powerful, he thinks of her as mean, as stubborn and rude and everything he hates.

terra knows, though, that despite that, he should feel something towards her, because she’s a girl and he’s a boy.  but the only thing he feels towards her is anger most of the time, not anything any story he’s read says he should.  he can’t feel anything like that for aqua, can’t picture himself with her in any way.

maybe, he thinks, maybe the issue is because it’s aqua.

he tries to picture the type of girl he might like, polite and pretty and gentle, but not a pushover, either.  he thinks about a girl with long hair, bright eyes, thinks about holding her hand, about ki-

terra doesn’t finish that thought, feeling a wave of nausea settle over him and sink like a rock in his stomach.  the problem isn’t aqua or any imaginary girl he could think of.

the problem, terra realizes, with no small amount of shame, is him.

because every time he thinks about what kind of girl he might like, the image is always distorted.  shoulders are always a little too broad, voice a little too deep, hands a little too calloused to belong to any girl.

when he pictures the kind of girl he might like, terra finds that without fail, he can never picture any girls, only another boy.

the realization fills him with dread, and terra presses his face tighter into the pillow he’s clutching.  he was right, the problem was with him.  because boys aren’t supposed to think about other boys like that, the way that they’re supposed to think about girls.  he shouldn’t think about holding another boy’s hand, sitting close enough that their knees touch, and he definitely shouldn’t think about kissing another boy.

but he does, and he feels two things all at once.

he feels a sickening sense of relief, in allowing himself to be free with just this one thing.

the second thing he feels is shame.  deep, gut-wrenching, heart-breaking shame.  because he’s broken, there has to be something wrong with him, isn’t there ??

there’s no one he can ask, either.  he certainly can’t tell aqua, she’d lord it over him like she does everything else, and he can’t bear the thought of her knowing.  he certainly can’t talk to ven, the poor kid barely says anything, there’s no way he’d understand what terra’s feeling, and terra couldn’t stand to burden him with anything else.

he doesn’t even entertain the thought of going to master eraqus, terra doubts the man would really listen to him anyway, and even if he did, terra doubted he’d say anything he wanted or needed to hear.

that shame curls around his heart, squeezes so tightly terra feels like he cant breathe, like something will break if it doesn’t let it up.  face pressed into the pillow, he lets out a choked sob, shoulders shaking as he tries desperately not to fall apart.

fourteen, terra thinks, truly is the loneliest age to be.

[darknessbled]

what form of love do you embody ??

love as light

[ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

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