#yan adoption power imbalence

[yandere-adoption-center]

Meet S

Affectionately known as doll, puppet, poppet, or anything dog related.

This yandere is a gender queer pansexual.

Age range: 25

Height: 5'3

Breed: Mix breed of Stalker, manipulative, masochistic, worship, and dependence.

This Yanderes perfect forever home is a monogamous, yan4yan power imbalance. They need to be adopted by someone willing to provide quality time.

Mental stability, 2/5

This Yandere has received the following ratings:

Insecurity, 3/5

This yandere is slightly more needy and affectionate than they are paranoid and worried.

This yandere is more likely to be non-violent towards their lover.

This yandere is more likely to be violent towards others.

Any adopters should know, this yandere likes to know what their partner is up to at all times- they just get so worried otherwise. They want to be the only person their partner cares about- friends and family make me jealous, to an extent even pets do. Not to say this yanderes partner couldn't have friends - they would just be very watchful and may try to make some distance between them. This yandere would want to spend as much time with you as possible. The two of you don't have to be doing anything in particular, just be in each other's presence.

This yandere likes to push and prod at boundaries, partly due to their need to constantly make sure that they are loved. They not against my partner pushing back, it's encouraged actually, because this yandere will probably just do as they wish otherwise. This yandere will build a shrine for you and worship you. If they think they have offended you, they may punish themselves for it.

This yandere is disabled so for the foreseeable future they can't work. This yandere considers themselves to be fat. They would consider themselves to be a yandere on the more intense side of things, although they can hide it a bit, as they feel the person out. This yandere has no interest in friends. This yandere enjoys reading, writing, drawing, photography, exploring nature, esoterica, and learning about plants. They are interested in bdsm (sadomasochist, verse, submissive). If you're interested, and once provided, please look through their blog. This yandere believes it gives a good idea of how they are and what they are interested in for a partner. They have also hidden some information that could help with stalking them if you look closely.

In a relationship, this yandere is known to have their mood fluctuate wildly but in general be more positive. They are wary of others and closed off initially while they feel the person out, but ideally this yandere opens up completely and utterly to you. They are very affectionate and clingy. This yandere will treat you as a god because to them you are one. Guard dog coded.

When adopting this yandere, avoid acting like you know everything or being closed minded.

When not in a relationship, this yandere is known to be closed off, depressed, irritable, and quiet.

If you're looking to adopt this yandere, please know they are drawn to someone intense. This yandere craves someone that can control and own them completely. Ideally they would like a room of sorts they could be kept in (y'know the titular yandere basement). This yandere requests that you 'play around with their mind'. From the yandere list here this yandere is interested in these types: stalker, harmful, manipulative, sadistic.

This yandere was brought back to the adoption center years ago.

Big spoon or little spoon

This Yanderes fun facts!

This yandere can be both big spoon and little spoon.

Introverted or extroverted

This yandere is introverted.

Can't cook or makes dinner

This yandere is not the best cook.

Charismatic or terrible at flirting

This yandere is okay at flirting, not the best but not the worst.

This yandere can't stand people who listen to music without earbuds.

Night owl or early bird

This yandere is neither. They sleep at random times and will try to adapt to your schedule.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

He's my collar

Synopsis: You were saved by your ex-mentor, then Batman saved you from him. Even with your habilities It seems like you will never stop being a damsel in distress. Don't worry though, you are just a puppy who just got adopted by the best caretaker ever. And he knows what you need even better than yourself.

Pairing: Yandere!Batman X Villain turned hero!Gn!AFAB!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Tw: 18+; Dubcon between Yan!Bruce X Gn!Reader; Reader has a pussy and an uterus; Grooming?!; Reader is inexperienced and a virgin; Reader is a people pleaser; age gap (Reader is 21 and Bruce is on his 40’s); fingering!reader receiving; mentions of sexu4l harr4sment, s3xual 4ssault and pedoph1lia (nothing happens, reader was just afraid of being a victim growing up); Bruce is very touchy and Reader doesn't know how to feel about that; power imbalance; Reader has intense daddy and trust issues, intrusive thoughts and a rough background; mentions of family loss; fluff, suggestive and angst; manipulation and guilt tripping; platonic!batfamily are happy, Damian loves you and no one knows Bruce is a yandere for you, but they are kinda weirded out by the age gap; English is not my first language.

Word count: 8,5k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: that's how I’m picturing villain!reader suit and that's the vigilant suit. Also It was really hard to find cool names for reader’s villain ex-mentor and reader’s villain and hero persona, but you can imagine whatever suit and name you want

General masterlist | He's My Collar - Series masterlist

You were 11 when your deadbeat father handed you over to Overkill to appease the criminal’s anger. That day, you lost your birth name and became Onslaught.

When you joined him you were afraid your fate would be to become his sex slave, it wouldn't be absurd to think he wanted to use you like that since the last time you saw your father, when he was on his knees, crying for his life to be spared, he cried an offer that your mentor accepted: my kid! Take my kid! They already bleed! Check their underwear! They're already grown, take them and do whatever you want to them! Don't even have to bring them back, take them with you if you want! They can clean and cook and will do whatever you want, I swear! they will keep quiet! I won't tell anyone!

Tsk. Pathetic old man.

Later he told you he only took you in because cruelty against kids was the only line he refused to cross and hated who committed It. He said you were better off with him If your own father made a strange and violent man an offer of such disgusting nature.

Overkill never touched you the way your father expected. If 99% of the time he didn't treat you like a minion, and 1% as his ward, you could even love him. He definitely was your second (shitty) father figure.

Instead, he did make you cook and clean, but only when you weren't training and studying to be his sidekick. He was a villain-for-hire. Sketchy civilians, crime bosses, supervillains and corrupt politicians would hire you both to do the stealing, killing and terrorizing. When you became his, it meant he could get more jobs while working less and earning more. He got 99% of the money and you would get 1%. Literally. If he was in a good mood, felt you deserved a treat or one of the clients showed a liking to you, he gave you more, never more than his own part though.

It was just one more way to keep the leash of the puppy attached to him. Keep you dependent. He also used psychological methods for that, you knew that now.

When you were a kid, before he became your mentor, like every normal child, you developed an obsession. Some liked dinosaurs. Some liked princesses. Some liked insects. You liked wolves. You used to spend hours imagining yourself being one of them. Running through the woods with a pack that would accept, love and protect you. Your cries for help, the night that your father beat your mom to her grave and was close to doing the same to you, were howls to the moon. Calling for help. Calling for someone. But the only one who could hear your frequency was him.

Your savior. Your keeper. The alpha of your little two member pack.

When you were 21 your whole life changed for the second time. Batman caught Overkill, cut off his claws, put a muzzle on him and left him in Belle Reve.

He was merciful to you though, he was a hero after all, and he investigated your history. He gave you options: 1-Live a civilian and lawful life. 2-Learn his ways and become a vigilant by his side, saving lives and all that shit that made heros panties wet. 3-Keep the lifestyle of a criminal and next time he saw Onslaught in action he would break your legs and put you in a cage right next to your packleader's.

You chose the second option.

And that was how Onslaught was dead and Silverclaw was born.

Batman set you up in one of his safehouses, helped get a new identity and you were to patrol the city with him every night. You thought because you were an adult he would leave you on your own when It came to education and a job, he didn't. He insisted on giving you money until you found a common daytime job.

— Are you doing that to make sure I’m not gonna try to monetize from saving people? — You looked at him suspiciously, searching for a facial reaction that could give him away. None came. Dude was really stoic.

— No.

— You are trying to control me then. — You crossed your arms, being mindful of your new claws.

— I’m trying to help you. — Batman stared at you a lot. If you didn't know better you would think he was a statue in the middle of your new living room from how still he was. You huffed. — You can trust me…

— Can I, really? Can you trust me? — You challenged him, half stepping forward and learning slightly in his direction while touching the bat in his chest with the tip of your claw. He didn't react.

— You will show me.

You chose not to respond and resumed your previous actions of looking around your new home. You pretended to just be touring curiously but the man knew you were searching for cameras or bugs he could use to secretly monitor you. Or just have a peepshow.

— You always do this to the rest of your bats? — He didn't answer. — Maybe not all, I imagine Red Hood wouldn't like it. You don't mind that he is a crime lord right? Or is that the reason you are always fighting?! — He still didn't answer. — Wow, Geez, you never shut up, you know?! Let other people talk. Uh, sorry, I shouldn't be talking like that with my new boss, right?

— I'm not your boss.

— Babysitter then?

— Mentor… Until you can work on your own… — You roll your eyes. So much for admitting he didn't trust you yet. Well, you didn't either.

After three months he changed your suit to have a bat brand on your left shoulder, you were an official member of his team, and gave you access to the batcave. You always saw him, some of the others and his butler coming and going from the elevator, but never tried It, even If he never out loud forbade you from doing it. You noticed they were all very close and didn't feel like you belonged among them, so you didn't need to know where that elevator took you, even If you were often in the cave.

On the 5th month you passed out from an injury after saving Robin. Two-face flipped the coin and his bullet was aiming straight to Robin’s head but he was so small that when you ran in front of him it hit your abdomen. You woke up four hours later in the cave and Batman took his mask off and thanked you for saving his son. That night you found out all of their identities and that the elevator took you to Wayne Manor. Damian, Alfred, Bruce, Tim and Dick (who showed up to thank you as soon as he heard what you prevented from happening with his baby brother) all insisted that you spent the night in one of the guest rooms due to your recent injury.

It took a week of you trying to leave until you managed to. Everyone always found a way to convince you to stay. They were nice and It felt like a warm welcome into their group.

— Damian looks up to you. — Bruce calmly stated after stopping in front of you one day, a month after your recovery was complete and you were out and about at night again. After watching you sparing with Robin for an hour and a half, the opened case was officially forgotten on his ‘batcomputer’ behind him.

— Yeah, I can really feel him putting all his love on his tiny fists when he hits me and leave me bruised and sore for days. — You comment nonchalantly while taking a sip of water and glancing at the kid running towards the elevator. Your mentor snorted.

— He wants you to see him as someone on your level or above. To know that he is reliable and you can call for him when you need help. He did the same with everyone here. Chalenged them, I mean. — You open your mouth to respond but freeze and your arm instintively moves on its own to grip his wrist when he tries to touch your shoulder.

You both stare a each other frozen and in silence for a few seconds before you snap out of it and let go of his wrist.

— My bad.

His hand is still in the air and he slowly retreats It to his side while still analizing you.

— Are you scared of me? — You shake your head hurriedly.

— It was instinct. — You leave It at that.

You both spend a few moments just staring the other down until he clears his throat and step back.

— I’m on a case. You need to work on your detective skills more. Are you free now or are you going to your nest? — You felt deeply grateful for his change of subject and agreed.

You went to grab another seat but his long legs beat you to It, rolled the chair in the direction of the computer and gentlemanly gestured for you to seat down, pushing the chair forward to accommodate you when your tights touched the padding. You raised your eyebrows wearily after the whole interaction but didn't react more than that while he situated himself on his ‘batseat’ beside you.

After a few minutes you unconsciously relaxed your muscles and your conversation went on for hours. You were delightened by how easy It was to talk to him, the first time It didn't feel like an interaction between you that wasn't strictly mentor and apprentice, instead, It felt more like a friend giving you tips and you sucked up on all the knowledge and attention he provided you. He seemed in a good mood and even gave you his signature small smile and praised you a few times when you got something right.

At some point Alfred came down to provide you both with tea and snacks, he seemed to pause for a second while his eyes flew from you to Bruce, who was behind you since you turned around to acknouledge his entrance, covering most of his emotions towards the sight. He semeed kinda… Intrigued. Maybe surprised or awkward. You hacked your brain trying to understand but he turned around and left, Bruce was pushing your cup into your hands before you came to any conclusion.

— You like tea? — He questioned and the contrast between this question and the gory case you were discussing seconds before amused you.

— Uhh, I guess? — You brought the cup closer to your lips, copying his actions as he did the same while looking at you casually. — I like more coffee though, and Overkill was a coffee enthusiast so we drank a lot.— You scrunched your nose at the fleeting memory of your old mentor and the weird reminder that he had a human personality behind his usual strict behavior.

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly for a second before the expression vanished. He never held back when it came to showing contempt towards anyone from his team’s past who was associated with crime.

— Were you close to him? — Suddenly he seemed more serious. You wondered if you were misreading the mood this whole time or were just doing it right now.

— Hmm… Not really… It's complicated… - You took another sip.

— I’m listening. — He seemed sincere. Apparently you were having a break from work.

— He wasn't all bad, I mean, he saved me, but… He still kept me around for all business… — Part of you felt like grieving for some reason. — I guess I ended up seeing him as as father figure, or I wanted to, but… — Bruce held himself not to tense. For the first time since the work talk stopped he took his eyes off of your face and looked at his cup. — He just… He knew how to keep his distance while still keeping me by his side 24/7. — He looked at you again, with a more neutral semblance than before. — At leash until I turned 18. He changed when I turned 18. — Bruce furrowed his eyebrows with concern. It was still odd to know someone cared about you.

— How so?

You cleared your throat. It was the first time you thought about the past since becoming a lonely wolf, or rather, you thought you were a lonely wolf, that changed when you realized you now had friends. Thinking about the past was pointless when you barely had something to be nostalgic about. You only had memories you desperately wanted to forget.

— Well… You know how his only weak spot are kids. When I hit 18, I stopped being a kid for him. I was finally too old to commit mistakes. I think he saw me as a possible threat and wanted to prevent me from becoming one by proving how much power he had over me. He was a boss for me just as much as any goom beneath him.

Bruce nodded thoughtfully. You didn't say more, afraid of delving too much on something you avoided to think about until your darkest nights.

Suddenly you felt your whole body tense when you felt his warm and big hand rest just above your knee and squeeze. You fixed your gaze on his hand but didn't move more than that. It felt strange, you weren't used to gentle touches and maybe there was something more, you Just didn't now what yet. It got worse when he kept his palm there and went further, rolling his thumb in circles around your clothed knee. The thick sweatpants fabric kept the barrier of intimacy up albeit the heat radiating off of him somehow challenged it. How can someone be so warm? You envied people who where always warm like that. You hated feeling cold — one of the reasons why you liked your suit so much.

— I’m sorry about that… — His voice mande your eyes snap to his again, he had a sincere expression. It was off putting and seemed out of character since he was always stoic, at least around you.

You bite your lip in a display of nervousness that escaped your usually well conceived emotions. Your heart beat faster when for a fleeting second he looked at your mouth and just as fast he was fixed on your eyes again. You didn't think the action had any hidden meaning, nor was it intentional, still, you felt the the need to run and hide.

— … Sure… — You moved to cross your legs, silently prompting him to finally take his hand off after lingering for too long. You looked back to the computer, determined to ignore what just happened and reflect on what it meant later. You missed his displeasement.

Bruce never expected himself to feel attracted to you. As he got older, the age range of the people he felt attracted to accompanied his age. He kept to himself and willed it away at first, but you were so… You.

You tried acting cold, kinda like him. But you needed him and strays always caught his attention. Unlike his kids he had a hunch that you wouldn't flourish by being independent and left on your own. You needed a keeper.

At first he felt like a creep every time your body caught his attention or he found himself staring at you for longer than intended. He was hyperaware everytime you two were close, wich usually was when sparring.

Bruce thought that taking you in as his protegee would satiate his need to take care of you and have you close, but after months of paying your bills and mentoring you, he realized his feelings for you were not platonic.

And it seemed like he was not the only one.

He knew the rest of the family noticed his “fleeting” touches that would linger on your shoulder, arms, back and knee. He retracted himself every time you showed clear disfomfort though, but you never outright rejected him.

His theory of his family's knowledge of his interest in you was confirmed one night when Nightwing stopped by to borrow some equipment and witnessed Batman closer than necessary to Silverclaw, while taking too much to inspect — with his eyes and his hands — your gloves that you were wearing and apparently had recently been upgraded.

— Hey, guys! — Dick’s hesitacion towards the scene grew but kept hidden when you both looked up at him surprised. Somehow he caught you both off guard even if the elevator was not that silent. Dick noted that Silverclaw seemed slightly wide-eyed, the only feature in your suit that was left exposed, along with your eyebrows, while Bruce, who wasn't wearing the cow, maintained a neutral expression, like he didn't have anything to hide. You both greeted him when surprise subsided and you took a step back from Bruce, like you just realized your proximity.

— Hmm… I should get going… Gonna meet Red Robin on the docks in a few. — Both men acknowledged your presence again and Dick saw your awkwardness, his parent seemed fine though.

Bruce nodded to you and you suddenly felt like a sidekick who had just gotten permission from Overkill to do something you were supposed to be doing with or without his approval, but needed to make sure your superior thought it to be appropriate for the mission. A soldier reporting to their captain. Like you never actually took a step forward and everything was the same. It made you feel small and hollow. Gave a bad taste to your mouth. It didn't feel good. But you ignored it because it was all in your head.

Before you could move, the oldest hand shot to your waist and squeezed briefly the soft flesh there as best as he could with the armor in the way. You felt your blood freeze and shivered.

— Be careful. We don't know what Killer Croc is doing there. And take care of Red Robin, he only had 10 hours of sleep in the last three days. — You meekly and wordlessly nodded and robotically left on your bike while feeling a pair of eyes scrutinizing your every move.

Dick cleared his throat, finally catching the Dark Knight’s attention for good.

— Dick. Do you need something? — Bruce turned to his work table and started tinkering with what apparently he was doing before you interrupted him earlier.

— I mean, just came to take a spare mask, I think the camera lenses on mine broke. But since I’m already here… — The younger alonged the last word while hopping to his father’s side. — B, can I talk to you about something? Don't be mad. — That made Bruce worried. Dick cringed at his own wording and the older male turned to him and crossed his arms.

— What happened? — Bruce demanded in a Batman’s voice.

— Nothing! Nothing. Sorry, my bad. What I meant was… Are you sure that's what you want? — At his dad’s confused furrowed eyebrows the hero explained. — (Y/N). I mean… They’re quite young, you know?! It's a lot of responsibility... I don't think they've ever dated anyone, even if they're between Jason and Tim’s age and Tim’s a whore… Too much of a slut for his own age, actually- Not the point. It's just, everyone noticed and have been commenting about it, but I don't think they noticed already. — Nightwing leaves it at that, hoping that his father understands what he was trying to say, desperately trying not to have to explain more and feel like he is teaching his own father the ‘puberty will make your body change’ and the ‘birds and bees’ talk, or ‘bats and wolves’ talk, in this case.

Bruce blinked.

— Are you trying to give me the sex talk? — And there goes all his hard work. — And stop swearing. — Dick groans and runs his hand through his face.

— Nooo, why do you make everything so difficult? It’s just… First of all, we trust you okay? It just feels weird when you start flirting with them, especially for the ones that live here. I mean, me and Jason still have nightmares and get the creeps when we remember the time when you used to date Selina. And Damian almost pukes every time Talia tries to rizz you up again. — Dick is careful to dance around the subject of your more than two decades age gap. — And, like I said, I don't think (Y/N) has much experience either. Maybe they don’t know what you're doing. Just… Go slow, okay?!

Bruce holds a huff for the sake of being stoic.

He already envisioned the possibility of you having none or little experience before, and you haven't done anything that told him otherwise yet. Deep down he is kinda… Turned on knowing he could be your first everything. Teach you just how he likes. Be the only one to ever know what you like. He's also happy that, by the way his son said it, it looks like everyone thinks you are both closer than you really are. More intimate, romantic. He and you are the only ones who know that you never had a conversation about the change in your dynamic, limits, future and general status. He thinks you are conflicted, and this conversation only encouraged him to either lay down the cards for you or catch you off guard and put you against the wall. Metaphorically.

And maybe literally.

He's also not going to think too deep in the warm feeling he feels when thinking about corrupting an innocent puppy who isn't even aware of his intentions.

A sheep in wolf's clothing.

— I know all about that, Dick. Don't worry, I'm being mindful of their timing.

— You should move to the manor.

Bruce's blurted out sentence caught you so off guard you choked on your rich people's food. You knew he was simmering something in his mind the whole morning.

He recently got you to work as his assistant in Wayne Enterprises. You felt he either pitied you for having been forced to drop school when you were 11 you couldn't find many options that allowed you to live a comfortable life — in the standards of an old money billionaire at least —, and your lack of education wasn't a problem to be solved fast. You just didn't know he wanted a solid excuse to be your sole provider forever and wanted you close to him all the time.

He also liked how you looked in formal attire. Developed a fantasy of bending you over the table and taking you from behind. Making you suck him off under the table. Then get on his knees and reciprocate the favor. Became obsessed with the sight of the first buttons of your shirt open, exposing your neck and collarbone. Was hooked on how it made your chest look. Was bent on making you lean forward to give him a flash of what's under your shirt.

He was never this perverted for anyone his whole life. You must be special.

The Wayne was unbothered with your choking while people on the other tables glanced your way, he simply chose to pat you on the back — and not take his hand off when you felt better, you still didn't know how to feel about the touchy nature he adopted when with you. He never hurt you, but was it really… Appropriate?

He is your mentor. He is a lot older. Your inner child cried for him to take you in as one more of his children, heal your daddy issues.

Another part of you, on the other hand, thought of you to be too old for him to simply claim you as his child — he took in his children who were close to your age when they were kids —. That part also told you you were undeserving of love, that everyone just wanted to take advantage of you, and that authority figures should shove it up their asses.

Your intrusive thoughts remarked that if he really wanted you sexually — obviously romantically was not an option. All you are is an object. —, well, he is very attractive. And even If you decide that you don't want him that way… You should just take It. He is above you. It's just how hierarchy works. He protects you. He takes care of you. You should be grateful and stay on his good side.

You internally shake your head. No. That's not how it works.

You took a sip of water.

— What are you talking about? Why? — You look at him, trying to understands where this is coming from. Sure, living alone was kinda lonely, but freeing, you didn't feel like you needed to seek anyone's approval or permission when you were alone. Besides, you were barely on your nest now that he got you this job anyway. And Damian seemed to like running off and sleeping in your place when he and Bruce were having their disaccords.

— Well, for one, it would give me peace of mind, it's safer with us. It would also make It easier for you, you wouldn't have to drive home alone at 3 a.m after patrols. — You raised an eyebrow at his current list of reasons. The 1st might be right. But the 2nd was like saying you were a civilian walking home after your shift at your civilian job. Not a vigilant, ex-criminal with 10 years of experience in hand-to-hand combat, maneuvering of weapons, who rides a motorcycle to a toptech safehouse while carrying a bat-utility belt and stainless steel claws. You kept your mouth shut when he seemed to have more reasons. — Damian would love to have you closer, the others too, but you know you are his second favorite. — Your heart felt warm at that. After learning the reason for the puppy’s bites, you couldn't help but see a bit of yourself in him, since you had similar backgrounds. You tried to subtly give him a safe space so he wouldn't turn out to be like you. You didn't want that for anyone. Especially a kid. — And also… I want you closer.

You took a deep breath while nodding slowly and trying not to react. Looks like it's time to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Suddenly his hand on your back felt heavier and burning hot.

— Why? — Your tone and steely expression made it clear you demanded a clear and honest answer from him. One he didn't hesitate to give you.

Faking a confused expression, he tilted his head slightly to the side.

— What do you mean why? I want you (Y/N). — Your blood froze. — I think it's been very clear that I’m in love with you. — You felt like you received a punch to the gut. — I… Thought you felt the same… — No, he didn't.

You didn't know what to say.

Bruce slowly retracted his hand away from you, but you stopped him midair by grabbing it. He knew it was time to take the next step.

You didn't even know why you did that. Do you feel the same for him?

— I… I… — Your mouth was opening and closing like a fish. He nodded understandably.

— It’s okay. You need time to think. My offer still stands. Even if you don't feel the same… I Just care about you above anything, okay? — You reluctantly nodded, staring at him almost dumbfounded. He smiled lightly to show he was still in good spirits.

After a moment of pondering he bit his lower lip, took his hand closer to your face and caressed your cheek, eyes stuck on his face, mesmerized. You were surprised someone as generous and rightful as him could look at you like that. Admirating you like you weren't tainted.

He even gave you a choice! And told you he cared about you! No matter if you feel the same!

He would certainly be a good man to love.

— Say ‘thank you’ to (Y/N), Damian.

— TT. Thank you, (L/N). — The little green-eyed puppy was looking from you to his present repeatedly. Months prior, when Batman first took you in, before you even had the bat insignia on your shoulder, you caught Robin sitting on a roof reading Death Note on his phone. You didn't know what it was and he pretended to be annoyed with your interruption while explaining it. Now, he is completing 14 and you bought him the whole set of volumes. You wanted him to know that you paid attention and cared about him. You wished someone did that when you were his age. Overkill didn't want to hear about wolves or about the cool new things you were seeing for the first time on your trips together.

You smiled.

— You’re welcome, pups. — Damian let out a ‘TT’ again and turned around to run to his friend Jon. You could almost see their wagging tails while they excitedly talked about his present. Bruce's hand running in circles in the small of your back snapped you out of it and you straightened your posture from the bent position you took to talk to the little one.

It was two weeks prior that he asked you to live with them. You accepted and moved a week ago. It was slightly disappointing to know you wouldn't gain a father out of him, but a least his confession made it easier to understand your feelings. You haven’t outright told him that you wanted him like a man, you were testing things out. In the end, you were both adults and at some point you had to learn to trust someone. When looking at Damian you knew you didn't want your whole life to be defined by the abuses of two men. And when you agreed to his offer he seemed to see it as a consent to up his seduction.

His touch was still strange. You learned to like the feel of it, and you were getting used to it, soon It wouldn't be so foreign. You just started realizing how touchstarved you were and were just starting to crave it. Initiating it was still a distant concept, though, you had a — strongly equivocate — hunch that he wouldn't like it, that you would do something wrong in the simplest attempt of hugging him, holding his hand or touching his arm, that your touch wouldn't feel as delicate and tingly as his was, and you would make a fool of yourself. At least when you patted Ace, Titus, Alfred the cat and Batcow they seemed happy.

The others seemed to take well to seeing your interaction together — you didn't know they already knew where this was going way before yourself —. Sure, Jason called him a cradle robber but the ex-Robin always found an excuse to offend him. Everyone laughed at his comment, Dick and Alfred lightly reprimanded him (the former way more amused the latter). Bruce didn't react. You felt rotten. And when Jason later said something like “now Bruce, go play with your puppy and let us handle things” during a briefing, you knew it wasn't an offense — at least, not towards you. Plus, he called you a puppy before to tease you even if you were a year younger than him. — but it stuck in your head and you took the first opportunity to escape Batman’s hand on your tight and lock yourself in a bathroom to take a breath.

— I will transfer the money to your account. — Your head snapped towards Bruce and you exclaimed a genuine and loud ‘What?’, but everyone around you was also being way too loud for anyone to pay attention to you. Bruce hummed. — The set. It must’ve been expensive, I will give you the money back. — You shook your head.

— No, Bruce, It was a present. — Just the idea of it was absurd. What an odd man.

— Well, not to me, right?! So I can do It. — You scoffed at his logic. — Actually you could have told me before you were buying it and I would have given you my card. — He blinked. — That reminds me… — He took your hand and gently guided you out of the living room where the party was situated. No one batted an eye.

Damian had scoffed at the childish idea of a birthday party, but you could see right through him better than anyone.

You looked around confused as he guided you through the corridors and then up the stairs. The loud voices getting distant made the rest of the mansion feel eerily empty.

— Where are we going? — He glanced back at you and then ahead again, before briefly squeezing your hand.

— To my study. I have something for you there.

His response didn't satisfy all your curiosity but you knew he wouldn't give you more than that.

When you got there he opened the door for you and encouraged you to enter first with a hand on your lower back, then he shut the door closed and guided you to stand in front of his table. He walked around, opened a cabinet, took ou an envelope and came back to your side. The older male extended the envelope at you, who took it with suspicion after a moment of hesitation.

You forced yourself to not look up while you analyzed the envelope and opened it, ignoring both of his warm and gigantic hands that he positioned on your waist and squeezed — he liked squeezing you a lot, you noticed. — while he lightly reclined himself to sit on top of the table, in front of you, most of his weight being distributed to his long and meaty legs that were also on each side of you. He even pulled you closer and even if there was still space between your bodies, you were close enough to feel his heat.

You looked at the content inside the paper and froze. Such reaction could have come either from the sight of a black card with your name on it or because he chose that moment to sneak his hands under your shirt and caress your bare waist slowly with his calloused fingertips.

— No. — You slapped the card and paper against his chest. The bastard didn't react.

— Yes.

— No!

— Yes.

— I can't take it! — You kicked the ground stubbornly. He still didn't move, stubbornly.

— Why not? — You raised both eyebrows.

— Bruce, are you kidding me? That thing is limitless.

— Your point being? — You blinked several times.

— Wow… I knew you were one of those rich eccentric guys, but putting on a batsuit… — You refused to call it a costume and imply that you also wore a costume and were technically a furry. You learned that word from Tim. — … And beating up criminals is one thing. Going around distributing limitless cards to all your friends is simply insane! — One side of his mouth tilted up in what you quietly admitted was a sexy smark.

— Actually if I wanted to do that I could. But you are not a friend. You are part of the family. And my girlfriend. — And mine. His tongue craved to utter.

That easily silenced you. You didn't know how to react to that. You hacked your brain for any moment were you told him something in that connotation. You didn't find it. But well, couldn't blame the guy, he did told you he wanted you and you didn't stop his moves.

You cleared your throat, trying to hide your shock. He didn't seem surprised by your reaction.

It was another thing that being with them changed in you. You don't control your emotions 24/7 anymore, only when you are out and about as Silverclaw. In the past it was second nature, but feeling happiness was so new to you that you weren't used to trying to hide it yet. Nor wanted to. And you slowly gave yourself permission to be free and express most of what you felt. Not everything, you were still surrounded by a very odd-cryptic-strategizing-hyperanalyser-micro-expressions-reader-and-weird-with-emotions group of people. But you felt no one was really going to judge you if you chose to be free.

— I-I… Yeah… Yeah, okay. You are right. — You meekly accepted his statement. If he said it was true, then it was true. You would follow his lead. You are way too loyal and he knows that. You both wondered what was your limit. You were afraid of what would happen when that limit came. Would you just keep going just to make him happy? He hoped you did.

Actually, he might test some of those limits right now.

He carefully took the card and envelope from your hand and set it on the table behind him, you just rested your palms against his chest. Baby steps for you. Bruce wished that baby was a speedster.

You stuttered when he brought you closer, leaned forward and started tracing a random path of kisses on the skin of your neck. You allowed his sucking and laping of your skin for a few minutes and even tried running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. His hands started roaming.

When his right squeezed the left cheek of your ass though, you gave a slight jump. It felt very sudden and activated your fight or flight instinct.

— W-We should go back downstairs. — You blurted out. Bruce just hummed in response, the vibration tickling your neck and ear. Aside from that he didn't stop his ministrations and that made you feel worse. Maybe you were the problem? Were you not clear enough? Shouldn't you endure more? For you? For him? He was used to people going a lot further with him, and here you were, trying to force him to stop just when he tried to spice things up with you. For fuck’s sake, you haven't even kissed him yet!

You bit your lip and willed your muscles to relax. Maybe all you need to do is endure a little bit more and you will get used to it. Until now that seemed to be the pattern.

Ignoring your pounding heart, you closed your eyes and just tried to enjoy it. You thought it was working until suddenly he stopped, and before you could open your eyes, stole a kiss from you.

It didn't grow to more than a half-second peck because your instincts to run took over your body and you jumped away from him, your hands extended in front of your body like you were dealing with a wild animal.

You just stared at each other with almost wide eyes for a few seconds, before the older male sighed, looked down and pressed the bridge of his nose with his pointer and thumb. Oh no. He wasn't happy. You shouldn't have done that. You fucked up.

— I’m sorry. — Bruce looked stressed when he rubbed his hand around his face, then brought it up to push his perfectly styled hair back. You shook your head like a scared kid. He finally looked up at you. — I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done that.

— No, no, it’s okay, I… Liked it. — You almost whispered in a meek voice. — Was just surprised. — Bruce nodded. He was unhappy with himself that he got carried away and almost fucked things up with you. But his infatuation made him lose train of thought sometimes. Yes. He wants to do bad things to you, corrupt you, desperately. But he doesn't want you trying to run away from him just yet, if ever.

You slowly made your way towards him again, your arms around your body, trying to bring yourself comfort. You wanted him to hug you and comfort you the same way, but you didn't know if he would do that, and if he did touch you again, would it really make you feel better?

It felt wrong. You just now had asked for him to stop completely, or at least give you a break, and he blatantly ignored it. Made you feel invisible, insignifcant, desperate enough to run. And here you were, seeking for a signal that he wouldn't give up on you just yet.

— Did… Did you know I never had a birthday party? — You forced yourself not to vacillate and put your hands on his shoulders.

— Hmm? — He gazed at you curiously but didn't touch you yet. It made you feel anxious and you forced yourself to take another step closer. Now you were just as close as you were before.

— I never had a birthday party. And last time I was invited to one I was 10. I didn't get to go though, it was my best friend's party, but my father was in a bad mood, so my mom said it was better not to do anything that could set him off. So I stayed home. — You felt his fingertips caressing tracing both of your tights carefully, it could almost be an unconscious move by how intensely concentrated he seemed with your story. — Next day, at school, everyone was talking about how fun, cool and amazing it was. I felt jealous and said I would have the best birthday party ever when I hit 11. I didn't. And no one remembered my promise. — He nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowed with what was probably sympathy at you and anger at you father. At least that's how you felt. Sad for the younger you and hatred towards your father. — If you could… — You elongated your sentence, trying to hint your request for him, and he cut you off just like you wanted, expressing what was on his mind.

— What's your favorite cake flavor?

The gala ended just about an hour ago but you were both already in bed. Domesticity came easy when living together and even when you had your own room — much to his dismay. — Bruce quickly worked on getting you used to him enough to lay down beside him. And right now he was very grateful that you didn't have socials or else his plans for the night would’ve been interrupted by your discomfort about being called ‘Bruce Wayne’s controversially young new sweetheart’ and comments about his playboy mask.

He was getting impatient but Bruce knew that all good things come slowly, he took the night off to focus only on his goal.

You were laid down on your bed, in your own room and he was beside you, facing you, while you both talked, held hands and occasionally exchanged chaste kisses. It was cute, and innocent, but his balls had been blue since the party three weeks ago.

It was fine when his right hand let go of your left, his arm being thrown around your waist to accommodate the position, and placed on your middle. He kept running his hand around your upper body slowly and you swayed closer to him. At this point the only sounds in the room came from kisses and the friction of skin against fabric.

When Bruce angled himself and pushed in your direction until he was on top of you, It was still okay. What made you startled and nervous was when he pressed his hips down and you felt his hard cock against your thigh — the back of your mind screamed about how big he was and how it wouldn't fit when the time comes.

— Hmm… Bruce? — You felt a little antsy, but you thought he would understand what you were trying to say. Didn't seem like the case, since he kept kissing you to silence you. You felt suffocated and that prompted you to push his chest weekly. Maybe you needed to give a clearer signal.

Bruce stared at you from above for a second before closing his eyes and sighing.

His reaction shocked you and you didn't move when he got off and plopped down beside you again, this time putting more distance between your bodies and facing the ceiling. He draped his arm over his face and took a deep breath.

You sheepishly tilted to your side and went closer to him, his possible annoyance towards you made you more reluctant to touch him, but you did it anyway, trying to appease him.

— Bruce…

— What is it? — He finally looked at you. He was not happy. — You don't trust me yet? — His furrowed brows, grave voice and held back tone intimidated you slightly, it just caused more worry.

— N-No, it's not that… — Bruce thought it was better to turn down a notch on his acting if he wanted to have his way with you tonight.

He nodded, relaxed his muscles and turned his body in your direction again. He draped his arm around your waist and started trailing slow kisses down your neck to calm you down.

— I know. I know, puppy. — He uttered carefully and nodded reassuringly. — It's not your fault. I'm just a little… Frustrated, is all. — Your brows cinched.

— Frustrated with… Me? — Your heart ached at the thought. It was hard hearing him, and just as hard saying it out loud. Bruce shook his head.

— I just don't understand. I’ve been taking care of you for so long, been waiting for you, doing so much for you. But it's like you are still guarding yourself from me… I love you, pup, you are everything to me and I desire you. Wanna make you feel good. But, sometimes, you make me feel like… Like you don't feel the same… — You heart fell and you felt an urge to fix your mistakes.

— But I-I do! I just… — A sigh and then a deep breath. — … How can I do better? — You said meekly.

Bruce held back a smirk, you were smart even if insecure, and preening would give off his lewd plotting.

The dark knight pretended to contemplate for a brief moment as if he didn't plan every step beforehand.

— … We don't have to go all the way now, you could just… You could let me finger you? — Half of you felt relieved, the other, the one that just wanted to keep him happy, felt nervous but determined.

Your inexperienced and people pleaser mind couldn't comprehend how him doing things to you could also be considered him taking advantage of you. That was one of your biggest nightmares and paranoia. Growing up you were always afraid that your ex-mentor would assault you, or allow one of his employers and colleagues to hurt you just because they asked or paid for some fun with the young pretty thing. Especially after you weren't underage anymore, since he only seemed to have a soft spot for them. It somehow, thankfully, never happened, only impure comments were made and he cut them off every time until you were 18, after that you were left on your own and if you didn't do anything he saw it as you wanting it to happen since he trained you more than enough to protect yourself and show authority with others that were not him.

If Bruce wanted to pleasure you and not himself… Then he was really selfless and only wanted to help you with your little problem. He's been taking such good care of you for so long, there’s no reason to believe he won't do the same now.

So you nodded, shaken.

You let him maneuver you how he wanted and ended up the same way your making out session started, you on your back and the older man facing your direction. You watched closely and willing your heart to stop pounding as he undressed your legs and hips from your pants and underwear. It was awkward feeling so exposed, especially when he sneaked his arm between your legs and started fondling your dry center.

— Relax… Deep breaths… Just close your eyes and enjoy it… — His grave and husky voice whispers in your ear before teeth start nibbling on it, your whole body shivered and you did as he instructed, not sure if it was working until his friction felt less burning and waves of pleasure started rolling through you. You were right, he always wanted what's good for you, you reassured yourself and felt a little comforted, even if your heart was still pounding.

You let out a surprised gasp and your eyes shot open when you heard a loud wet squelch, the first thing you saw thing you saw were the movements of his wrist, the second, his face, eyes dead set on observing you, and he chuckled at your reaction.

— See? No reason to worry… — And worry you did not. You knew this short period of nervousness and those guilty feelings you were experiencing would be worth it in the future. And Bruce knew the risks he took and manipulation were proving their value right now.

He changes his up and down movements to circles and you let out a sound that you never heard coming out of your own mouth. Your eyes fluttered close automatically and your hand shot to grip his shirt with an unconscious amount of force.

— I-I like this better… — Bruce hummed and resumed working his mouth from your ear, to neck and collarbone.

His hand moves were slow and deliberate, but stable. The older man angles his body in an upper position so he could easily use his left hand to pull your shirt up slowly until your chest and pouting nipples were exposed. Lost in arousal and pleasure and thrusting he knew what he was doing you didn't bat an eye towards his actions.

You moaned louder when you felt his soft chapped lips close around your nipple and wet warm tongue playing with the sensitive bud. Bruce felt your lower lips getting wetter and used that to his advantage to intrude the squelching hole between your legs with his fingers curved upwards, his thumb expertly still running circles around your clit.

You gasped and both your hands shot to grab the bed comforter under you. It was the first time someone touched you like that and it was a while since you played with your bud yourself, so before you knew it, your pussy was squeezing and milking his fingers in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and this time the man couldn’t stop his grin from taking over his face.

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Assignment代写：U.S. trade policy

下面为大家整理一篇优秀的assignment代写范文- U.S. trade policy，供大家参考学习，这篇论文讨论了美国的贸易政策。美国次贷危机引发的全球金融风暴对世界经济有着非常强烈的冲击作用，而美国也制定了新的贸易政策来应对。美国政府重新审视和修订北美自由贸易协定，美国哥伦比亚自由贸易协定和美国韩国自由贸易协定，另外为了推动产业回流，美国还取消把业务转移到海外的美国公司所享税务优惠，促使那些公司把业务回流美国，以保证国内就业岗位。

In the past 2008, the global financial storm triggered by the subprime mortgage crisis in the United States still has an impact on the world economy, and many countries are deeply affected by it, trying to find their own countermeasures and solutions. Against this global backdrop, the top priority for us democratic candidate barack Obama after his election will undoubtedly be to boost the us economy hit by the financial storm. Reuters says the Obama administration's trade policies will focus on domestic needs and downplay globalization. For this reason, the Obama administration will re-examine and revise the north American free trade agreement, the United States Colombia free trade agreement, the United States Korea free trade agreement; Pushing for reshoring means eliminating tax incentives for U.S. companies that move their operations overseas, prompting those companies to bring their operations back to the U.S. to keep jobs at home. But the biggest concern is the "buy American" provisions seen as protectionist. The house of representatives, for example, tends to require more than 100,000 homeland security officials to buy American clothing. And, although not included in the house stimulus package, some lawmakers still prefer to invest only in American technology companies the $20 billion spent on computerising medical records. These policies have raised the alarm and concern of the international community.

There are, of course, good reasons for the administration to review trade policy. One big reason is America's huge trade deficit over the years. In the wake of the financial crisis, the U.S. government aggressively bailed out the market. The house and senate approved the Obama administration's $787 billion economic rescue package on February 13. That means huge financial costs. The White House spending plan would add up to about $10 trillion in the U.S. government deficit over the next 10 years, republicans said, citing congressional budget office figures. Faced with such a large fiscal deficit, the us government will certainly actively reverse the trade deficit, make up the trade gap and increase the foreign exchange reserve to solve the difficulties to some extent. On the other hand, new trade policies should act as a short-term boost to exports and curb imports. But it is worth pondering whether the us administration's trade policy is necessary and whether its effects will be as expected.

First, the us trade deficit is an inevitable consequence of economic globalization. With the further strengthening of the economic ties of all countries in the world, according to the theory of comparative advantage trade by ricardo, all countries should adjust their industrial structure and specialization. As the world's superpower, the United States has the largest number of multinational corporations, accounting for more than one third of the world's top 500. It has an absolute advantage in the production of high-end technical products, even in some low value-added products. However, developing countries have a comparative advantage because their cheap raw materials and labor force make the opportunity cost of producing some low value-added products lower than that of developed countries. In order to save costs and gain more profits, domestic manufacturers in the United States will naturally transfer low-value-added products to developing countries or invest directly in developing countries. Two views can be drawn from the international division of labor: a lot of developing countries export low value-added products, and a small amount of U.S. exports of high-tech products, so that developing countries made the trade surplus, the United States out of the trade deficit, doesn't mean position of developing countries in trade, instead of the United States to occupy the advantageous position. Multinational companies return products made in developing countries to the United States for sale, and the profits generated remain in the United States. This kind of domestic trade is also included in the statistics. It is worth considering whether the developing countries will still be in the trade surplus if this part is removed. The above analysis shows that the trade deficit of the United States is structural, but due to the different level of economic development, its dominant position has not been shown. This situation will gradually change with the world's increasing demands on science and technology and energy environment.

Second, some trade policies adopted by the United States may affect the development of its own economy. Of course, "buy American goods" can reduce the import, increase the production activity of domestic enterprises and thus increase the supply, so that more domestic people can temporarily obtain jobs and solve one of the goals of the national macro-control "full employment". However, those products whose production cost is significantly higher than abroad are also produced at home, which not only results in waste of resources, but also significantly higher than the world price of the products. Domestic residents will pay more dollars to consume this type of domestic product, and the consumer surplus will be less than before, that is, consumers will enjoy fewer benefits. In line with government policies, domestic residents are likely to reduce their demand at a given income level. As a result, domestic supply in the United States will be relatively excessive, product overstocking, resulting in the loss of production efficiency and consumption efficiency, and people who may temporarily gain jobs will be unemployed again. In this case, the "buy American" policy is not a preconceived notion that "buy American makes the citizen unable to make full use of the dollar, but gives them the dollar". Not only the government's goal has not been achieved, but also the domestic market itself will be damaged by the situation of supply and demand imbalance, the effective allocation of resources cannot be realized, which will cause more losses. There are two sides to the policy of "promoting industrial backflow". On the one hand, it can increase the domestic work, improve the level of employment, but on the other hand back American industry will also face a relatively high price of labor force, in the domestic production of products the price will be higher than the price of the original production in developing countries, lack of competitiveness in the international market, the enterprise sales, profits will be reduced. In this way, the enterprise not only loses the overseas market that has been developed previously, but also lacks the power and financial support to expand the production scale and actively develop new products and new technologies. It is clearly not rational to sacrifice one side for the other. It will cost American multinationals dearly.

Finally, America's new trade policy will increase international trade friction. As the trend of economic globalization strengthens, the economic relations among countries in the world become closer and more integral. Changes in economic policy in any country can have an impact on other countries. And what about a big economy like the United States that has enough impact on world prices? The "buy American" policy aimed at reversing the trade deficit is bound to have a negative impact on its trading partners. As its imports decrease, it will cause another country to reduce its exports for a certain period, resulting in a contraction of its export industry. This is a significant blow to developing countries that rely on exports of low value-added products. The policy of "promoting industrial reflux" in the United States will also have adverse effects on the unsound industrial structure and countries with high dependence on foreign capital. The withdrawal of foreign capital will cripple the country's economy as a whole. Of course, U.S. trade policies affect other countries and force them to respond. Other countries can erect trade barriers by imposing higher tariffs on goods with larger U.S. exports, increasing quotas, and so on, or by strengthening cooperation with other economies and countries in the world trade organization to jointly resist U.S. trade policies. As a result, the us has worsened its trading environment.

There is an old Chinese saying: "under the pouring nest, the yan has finished eggs." The financial crisis has been wide-ranging and far-reaching. Most of the world's countries are affected. Instead of seeking self-preservation, all countries should strengthen their ties with other countries and jointly respond to the crisis. In an open market economy, self-protection is a highly irresponsible practice. As a result, it will not only fail to achieve its own objectives, but also cause adverse effects on other countries. At a meeting of the group of seven leading western nations on February 14th, the fight against protectionism passed without objection from the United States. At a time when the world is ganging up on protectionism at home, America's trade policies are against the grain of great power. As the world's superpower, the United States should keep a long-term perspective and focus on the future in the crisis and actively cooperate with other countries to cope with the crisis. Instead of focusing only on the short-term interests of its own country, ignoring long-term goals and influencing other countries' policies. Governments must weigh the pros and cons when formulating policies, taking full account of the impact on their own countries as well as others. Only national unity can bring the world economy out of the shadow of the financial crisis.

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Meet Kit

Affectionately known as puppy, princess, pretty boy, good boy or good girl. But this yandere also loves anything possessive and unique.

This yandere is a non-binary, pansexual.

Age range: 17-19

Height: 5'1

Breed: Mix breed, worship and dependent.

This Yanderes perfect forever home is a monogamous, yan4yan power imbalance. They need to be adopted by someone willing to provide quality time.

This Yandere has received the following ratings:

Mental stability, 4/5

Insecurity, 4/5

This yandere is Needy and Affectionate, while only slightly paranoid and worried.

This yandere is not violent towards their partner.

This yandere is only slightly violent towards others.

Any adopters should know, this yandere loves with literally everything they have and asks that you please don't leave them if you choose them.

In a relationship, this yandere is known to be extremely loyal and dedicated. They worship their partner, and can not stop thinking about them. This yandere will consider you to be their god. They love to buy gifts and will simply shower you in love. This yandere just lives in adoration for their lover.

This yandere is kind, and caring. Although finding it embarrassing, they can get a bit ditzy with their partner. This yandere will consider you to be their safe space, the only space they feel okay to not understand things or to be upset about things.

They can be aggressive, when it comes to other people, and their lover is the only person who will see the real them. This yandere is fake with everyone but their partner.

This yandere can get extremely jealous, ready to bite people's heads off for flirting with you. And will be constantly trying to show off their love for you physically. This can be a lipstick mark on your wrist, or the key to their collar on a necklace around your neck.

This yandere is desperate for their partner to be jealous over them. They won't constantly say things to make you jealous, but when forced into a situation, will be desperate for you to react.

This yanderes lover is the only person who can make them a flustered mess. They love to be good. But their lover can often make their brain go completely blank.

When not in a relationship, this yandere is known to be extremely kind and polite. They try to stay out of the way and honestly don't talk to other people often, if ever. This yandere loves psychology, and is constantly trying to figure out what other people are thinking. They consider all people that they don't care for, to be equal to ants.

When adopting this yandere, avoid being someone who doesn't have a backbone. If you don't know what you want, you're likely getting on their nerves. Also, this yandere requests that you please don't act like you know something when you don't, as it unbelievably pisses them off. They simply don't want to be in control.

If you're looking to adopt this yandere, please know they are drawn to confidence. Unbridled complete ego. Earned confidence. Just all of it, this yandere is a mess when it comes to someone who is confident in themselves and can back it up. They also extremely love dominance. Someone who is confident in what they want, and will take it. This yandere craves someone who can take control of a situation and tell them what to do, but also trust then to do it. This yandere loves someone who is confident in themselves, and confident in their choice to be with them.

Aside from confidence, this yandere is drawn to unbridled possessiveness/jealousy. It makes this yandere absolutely weak, to have a person just incredibly jealous over them. And even when it's someone else's relationship, watching a person be unreasonably jealous over their lover is just admirable and earns them respect in this yanderes eyes.

This yandere was brought back to the adoption center over two years ago.

This Yanderes fun facts!

Big spoon or little spoon

This yandere is a little spoon.

Introverted or extroverted

This yandere is in-between introverted and extroverted, but leans slightly more towards introversion.

Can't cook or makes dinner

This yandere can make dinner, but isn't the best at it.

Charismatic or terrible at flirting

This yandere is flirty and has charisma, but are admittedly not the best at it.

This yandere can't stand dry texting, as well as people who don't know how to text. Aside from that, this yandere can't stand idiocracy.

If this yandere had a super power, they would have shape-shifting. They would love to look however they want to that day, with whatever features. But this yandere would also love to change themselves, to become their lovers perfect partner.

Night owl or early bird

This yandere is both. They wake up early and have a bunch of energy, but also stay up late extremely often.

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Meet Vampy/Sunny

This yandere is a female, pansexual.

Age range: 17-19

Height: 5'2

Breed: Stalker

This Yanderes perfect forever home is a monogamous power imbalance. They need to be adopted by someone willing to provide quality time.

This Yandere has received the following ratings:

Mental stability, 3/5

Insecurity, 2/5

This yandere is equal parts paranoid and worried as they are needy and affectionate.

This yandere is almost completely non-violent towards their partner.

This yandere is usually non-violent towards others, but situations may occur.

Any adopters should know, this yandere feels she is a difficult person to deal with.

In a relationship, this yandere is thought to be sarcastic, sweet, flirtatious, funny, and a little grumpy. She enjoys giving as well as receiving attention, and would want to have you close all the time.

When not in a relationship, this yandere is known to be grumpy, sarcastic, lazy, and kinda funny.

When adopting this yandere, avoid being prejudiced. She also dislikes those who dislike animals.

If you're looking to adopt this yandere, please know they are drawn to those who don't know how to talk to people. She enjoys someone who blushes easily, is shy, cute, and a nerd.

This yandere was brought back to the adoption center in 2023.

This Yanderes fun facts!

Big spoon or little spoon

Although able to be either, this yandere falls slightly closer to being a big spoon.

Introverted or extroverted

This yandere is usually introverted, but can be slightly extroverted at times.

Can't cook or makes dinner

This yandere usually falls between the two, but is a bit more likely not to cook.

Charismatic or terrible at flirting

This yandere flirts and can be charismatic, but she wouldn't say she is the best at it.

This yandere can't stand attention seekers. Those who are unable to change their mind, those who believe they are better than someone else, and overall people who are 'meanies'. This yandere also dislikes people who chew with their mouth open.

Night owl or early bird

This yandere is a night owl.

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Yanderes with Otherwise Specified Gender

Nonbinary

Yandere Type

Stalker

Harmless

Somnia/Mirth

Harmful

Fox

Mikaela

Manipulative

Mikaela

Sadistic

Fox

Mikaela

Masochistic

Non-Violent

Kas

Worship

Fox

Mikaela

Kit

Kas

Dependence

Fox

Mikaela

Kit

Yandere Looking For

Fox

Yan4Yan

Mikaela

Kit

Somnia/Mirth

Kas

Power Imbalance

Fox

Kit

Healthy Relationship

Otherwise Specified Tags

Fox

Looking for T4T

Kas

Is a system

Somnia/Mirth

Gender Fluid

Yandere Type

Stalker

Harmless

Harmful

Manipulative

Sadistic

Masochistic

Non-violent

Worship

Dependence

Michelangelo

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

Power Imbalance

Healthy Relationship

Michelangelo

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

System

Gender non-conforming

Yandere type

Stalker

Harmless

Harmful

Manipulative

Sadistic

Masochistic

Non-violent

Worship

Dependence

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

Power Imbalance

Healthy Relationship

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

System

Agender

Yandere type

Stalker

Harmless

Harmful

Manipulative

Sadistic

Bishop/Roach

Masochistic

Bishop/Roach

Non-violent

Worship

Ame

Bishop/Roach

Dependence

Ame

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

Ame

Bishop/Roach

Power Imbalance

Bishop/Roach

Healthy Relationship

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

Bishop/Roach

System

Ame

Gender Queer Masc

Stalker

Harmless

Kudo 18+

Harmful

Manipulative

Sadistic

Masochistic

Non-violent

Worship

Dependence

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

Power Imbalance

Healthy Relationship

Kudo 18+

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

Kudo 18+

A system

Gender Queer Fem

Stalker

Harmless

Harmful

Manipulative

Sadistic

Masochistic

Non-violent

Worship

Dependence

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

Power Imbalance

Healthy Relationship

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

A system

Gender Queer

Stalker

S

Harmless

Roxi

Harmful

Manipulative

S

Roxi

Sadistic

Masochistic

S

Non-violent

Worship

S

Maverick/Sanguine

Dependence

S

Roxi

Maverick/Sanguine

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

S

Roxi

Maverick/Sanguine

Power Imbalance

S

Healthy Relationship

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

A system

Roxi

Maverick/Sanguine

Demi-Pangender

Stalker

Harmless

Harmful

Manipulative

Sadistic

Masochistic

Non-violent

Worship

Dependence

Nyx

Yandere Looking For

Yan4Yan

Nyx

Power Imbalance

Healthy Relationship

Otherwise Specified Tags

Looking for T4T

A system

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Meet Adam/Null

This yandere is a gay male. But if he believes a woman is worthy enough, he will pursue that relationship.

Age range: 19

Height: 5'2

Breed: Mixbreed, stalker, sadistic, masochistic, and dependent.

This Yanderes perfect forever home is a polyamrous power imbalance. They need to be adopted by someone willing to provide quality time.

This Yandere has received the following ratings:

Mental stability, 1/5

Insecurity, 5/5

This yandere is equally as paranoid and worried as they are needy and affectionate.

This yandere is slightly more violent towards their partner than not.

This yandere is violent towards others.

Any adopters should know, this yandere tends to ignore people if they can't catch his attention. Due to mental issues, he struggles to relate to people without npd/bpd. This yandere is also a DID system.

In a relationship, this yandere is known to be clingy, moody, and desperate.

When not in a relationship, this yandere is known to be depressed and clingy.

When adopting this yandere, avoid being annoying, having no personality, or being unable to keep up a conversation.

If you're looking to adopt this yandere, please know they are drawn to people who have their own interests that they can share and talk about. He is drawn to people who are non-judgmental with similar morals, ex: if it hurts someone it's bad, and thought crimes don't exist.

This yandere is currently looking to move on from their darling, due to being disliked.

This Yanderes fun facts!

Big spoon or little spoon

This yandere is a little spoon.

Introverted or extroverted

This yandere falls in between introverted and extroverted, but he has slightly more interverted tendencies.

Can't cook or makes dinner

This yandere may try to cook, but they are not very good at it.

Charismatic or terrible at flirting

This yandere is in-between good and bad when it comes to flirting.

This yandere can't stand people without a personality.

If this yandere had a superpower, he would choose shapeshifting, because he dislikes what he is currently stuck with.

Night owl or early bird

This yandere is both, going to bed at midnight and waking up at 7 am.

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Meet Bishop/Roach

Affectionately known as anything dog related, bug related, or angel related.

This yandere is an agender panromantic looking for t4t. They are asexual in a convoluted way, into sex but it's complicated.

Age range: 17

Height: 5'3

Breed: Mix breed, sadistic, masochistic, worship.

This Yanderes perfect forever home is a polyamrous yan4yan or a polyamourous power imbalance. They need to be adopted by someone willing to provide gifts.

This Yandere has received the following ratings:

Mental stability, 1/5

Insecurity, 5/5

This yandere is usually more paranoid and worried than needy and affectionate.

This yandere is violent towards their partner.

This yandere is violent towards others.

Any adopters should know, this yandere is not nice, but is rather kind, and will treat you so so so well, but will very much encourage your bad habits and get really horrific if you try to leave, so they don't suggest getting into this if you're looking for an out. This yandere has an ED as well as a self mutilation disorder and has no intent on stopping.

In a relationship, this yandere is known to be sweet, doting, time consuming, worshipful towards partner, and very willing to drop others just for more time with their darling.

When not in a relationship, this yandere is known to be generally nice, bland, but far more likely to be cruel and lash out.

When adopting this yandere, avoid being unwilling to listen.

If you're looking to adopt this yandere, please know they are drawn to someone malleable and willing.

This yandere was brought back to the adoption center 2 years ago.

This Yanderes fun facts!

Big spoon or little spoon

This yandere is a big spoon.

Introverted or extroverted

This yandere is introverted.

Can't cook or makes dinner

This yandere makes dinner.

Charismatic or terrible at flirting

This yandere is usually more flirty, and fairly good at it, although not the best.

If this yandere had a super power, they would have flight, because they adore it, but plane tickets are incredibly expensive.

Night owl or early bird

This yandere is a night owl.

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Meet Doll

Affectionately known as my angel, my doll, my baby, and my little girl.

This yandere is a straight female. (Possibly a bisexual attracted to masculinity)

Age range: 17 (18 in July)

Height: 5'1

Breed: mostly harmless, but has traces of non-violent, masochistic, worship, and dependence.

This Yanderes perfect forever home is a monogamous yan4yan, power imbalance, healthy relationship, as they need a mix of all to feel present. They need to be adopted by someone willing to provide words of affirmation.

This Yandere has received the following ratings:

Mental stability, 3/5

Insecurity, 3/5

This yandere is both paranoid and worried as well as needy and affectionate.

This yandere is only slightly violent towards their partner more often than not.

This yandere is typically not violent towards others, but circumstances can arise.

Any adopters should know, this yandere is bpd. They tend to be distrustful, detached and distant/disinterested at first but you can make it through her walls if she allows you to. Any adopters should know that this yandere is paranoid, overthinks things even if they don't show it.

This yandere doesn't get attached too quickly, it takes a while for her to warm up, she needs constant praise, reassurance even when she doesn't ask for it. She wants someone she can trust/feel safe with, someone she can open up to.

This yandere needs you to be a safe place so she can be codependent on you even though she doesn't allow herself to act in certain ways. You should know she is easily prone to being overwhelmed/overstimulated. This yandere knows she's bpd but she hasn't had an fp (favorite person) in a long while. This is due to her trust issues and fear of abandonment. She is afraid to get close to anyone because she knows it's inevitable they leave so she avoids it but she wishes for someone to stay long enough to get to know her, be patient and kind with her until she finally opens up.

This yandere needs you to know that she is a really calm person unless triggered, but even if she IS triggered, she won't show it. Thos yandere will just disappear or go non-verbal, 'whoops'! You should also know this yanderen is willing to talk everything and anything out. She is not the type to disappear or run away from conflict, it rather drives her insane when there's misunderstandings or miscommunications.

In a relationship, this yandere is known to be euphoric, paranoid, sensitive, jittery, excited, very needy, affectionate, and talkative.

When not in a relationship, this yandere is known to be quiet, and calm. She can consciously think straight. But she is constantly craving company, desiring to call somebody her own.

When adopting this yandere, avoid being inconsiderate, emotionally unintelligent or immature, and hypocritical. Especially if you are this yanderes partner, avoid not bothering to let her know where you're going or not leaving her messages. This yandere dislikes when people disappear for long, long hours and days as well as people that ghost her.

If you're looking to adopt this yandere, please know they are drawn to people who have educated themselves on her disorder as well as people that know how to handle her. This yandere is especially drawn to people who are understanding, kind, and patient with her because she knows she can be a difficult person. She enjoys people that talk to her in a gentle, soft tone as it's soothing to her and it calms her down.

This yandere was brought back to the adoption center two years ago.

This Yanderes fun facts!

Big spoon or little spoon

This yandere is a little spoon.

Introverted or extroverted

This yandere is introverted.

Can't cook or makes dinner

This yandere can't cook.

Charismatic or terrible at flirting

This yandere is okay at flirting, not the best but not the worst.

Night owl or early bird

This yandere is a night owl

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