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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year

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What about platonic yandere hunter/goldengard so y/n find hunter having a breakdown in the castle halls so they decided to calm him down and take him to his room and hunter becomes very protective and possessive of y/n and starts to see them as a parent or older sibling

Forgot to mention that y/n is older then hunter and sorry if my English is not that good I’m still working on it

Going with older sibling :)

Also your English is amazing A+

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"Hunter? Hunter." You state softly. Taking off his mask you push your hands through his messy hair gently moving it to the side to looks for any wounds he could've gotten under the mask. His magenta eyes flicker up to stare at you as you call his name. Their wide in panic and you had to keep your hands from shaking. He needed you to be the adult right now. "Deep breaths Hunter. Deep breaths." You state seeing how much he was shaking. He nods but gasps with each breath he takes, a little strained whistle escaping his gap teeth. Staring at him not sure what to do you look around the hallways before swallowing.

Pulling him into a tight hug the Golden Guard begins sobbing against you as you just hold him in your arms. You close your eyes and begin to softly hum that song you know he likes. Shifting your cloak so it's around him picking him up, you slowly start walking him to his room when he didn't object. He clings to you tightly and you move quickly, he needed to be someplace private and someplace quiet.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I failed I failed..." He repeats over and over but you just shake your head softly as you keep him close. He's lighter than you thought you think as you carefully adjust him. He hadn't failed, you were ambushed and what happened wasn't anyone fault. The Emperor would be angry but you were older and wiser and had been in the coven longer, you'd report what happened and take the blame for the team. Hunter may have been higher ranked but you were older and second lead. This was no one's fault but the Emperor needed someone to blame.

"You didn't fail Hunter. You don't need to be sorry." You keep repeating slowly before you finally make it to his room. You help him remove his armor until he's just in his clothes underneath and you stay with him until he passes out on his bed. Pulling up his blanket you close your eyes hand rubbing his back in soothing circles to help him stay calm.

Emperor Belos would not be pleased...

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Your double shift had just ended for the day. You'd been getting more and more of those as of late and you had a feeling it was the Emperor's way of punishing you. He hadn't killed you so at least there was that.

Walking down the hall you stretch. It was a long shift and it left your body sore and mind tired. Heading back to your room to get some well deserved rest you stop when you see some of your friends on shift. Ones you hadn't been able to catch up with for awhile.

"Hey." You greet tiredly as you lean against a wall to stop and talk to them. Your mask hung from your belt and they removed their own masks to stop and chat with you. As Steve hands you a rations bar you smile and begin eating it greatful. You had missed lunch and were starving. Beginning to laugh as Steve said a joke they all suddenly passed dead silent. As they stiffen and straighten some reaching for their masks you feel a hand grip your wrist.

"What are you doing out of formation?" A familiar voice questions and turning you see Hunter. You smile at him and tuck the ration bar away for later.

"Oh Golden Guard." You greet knowing how he hated anyone calling him his real name when it came to the field. "These are my friends. I was just saying goodnight." You explain quickly. You hadn't seen Hunter since his episode but you'd kept your word and stayed silent about it. You doubt even Belos knew what happened that day. Simply taking your word and leaving it at that since you were loyal and had never lied to him before.

"You have a mission with me. They need to get back in uniform and go back to work before I report them for treason." He states harshly making you blink in surprise.

"Woah Hunter thats-" You start but he turns sharply. His mask is angled at you and for once you feel scared of the man behind the mask. Something that had never happened before.

"It's Golden Guard." He retorts harshly and you nod feeling guilty at saying his real name. But still you were exhausted, you needed to rest. You were in no condition to do another mission and your friends clearly agreed.

"Respectfully Golden Guard Sir.(Y/N) just pulled a double shift you can't make them do another mission they need to get some-" One tried to plea your case as you were incapable of saying no to Hunter but he cuts them off.

"Talking back is insubordination. I suggest you stick to your lane soldier. (Y/N) and I are higher ranked than any of you and one wrong word to Emperor Belos could stain your reputation permanently." He threatens as his grip on your hand increases. You hiss and he pauses but remains firm.

"Hunter enough." You scold trying to make him stop but he simply tugs at your arm pulling you along. As you stumble down the hallway his grip never loosening you look back at your friends. They look away placing their masks back on before going on with their shifts. Steve giving you an apologetic shrug before you turn a corner and loose sight of them.

"Hunter?" You question but he remains silent. "Hunter." Stating his name instead of asking it he glances back at you, golden mask emotionless.

"The Emperor wants you on another mission. If you come with me you can rest on the air float while I drive. Otherwise you might get assigned somewhere where you could get hurt." He admits quietly and you hum rubbing at your eyes.

"Thankyou but you know treating my friends that way wasn't kind. You could have just told me." You hum and he simply swallows before looking away.

"I'm looking out for you." Is all he states and you nod letting yourself get dragged along. You notice the way his grip tightened when you said friends but you let it be. Hunter was just protective right? There was nothing to worry about...

Right?

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waffuruoi · 1 year

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Hunter X 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❝ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ me ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.❞

❝ᴄʜɪʀᴘ ᴄʜʀɪᴘ!❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛; ― you stumble across an ordinary looking boy that was crying. As a bird you decide to comfort the sad boy. But what you don’t know is that he is insisting on keeping you by his side forever and never letting you leave.

𝐀𝐔: After Belos left Hunter's body he went through the portal and the portal closed before Luz and the others could go after Belos. So they need to find more titan blood in the human world

✩ ＬＩＴＴＬＥＲＯＢＢＩＮ ✩

As you fly around, you land in a small tree with newly emerging leaves, and because it’s such a small tree, the branch you land on is about three feet above ground level.

Resting on the branch, you are already fluffing in excitement about meeting your old friends since you just returned from miles away for the winter.

You were suddenly distracted from your feathery thoughts and something had caught your attention. You hear muffled sounds that could be mistaken for human, but again, what kind of person would lurk around this part of the area. Shouldn’t they be sitting on the public bench nearby?

You flew down into the green grass mix with slightly old leaves that had fallen last year, gaining ever so closer to the noises that the bush was making inches ahead.

Even though you knew your kindness might get the best of you, you didn’t care because you were worried that someone might be in pain.

Reaching the fluffy dark green bush, you peek out your half-top head with crimson feathers covering your whole top, blue eyes focusing on the ground ahead.

Seeing a human boy but with pointed ears, fair complexion with his nose carving into a slight hook. With a huge scar mark going across his hooked nose that was brighter than his skin tone, Huge bags under his closed eyes. You slightly looked down and you could see him clenching his right hand near his heart.

You couldn't hear exactly what he was saying now, but the only thing you could gather was something you couldn't even comprehend or understand. Because you don't speak human sadly.

Done repeating the same words over again he finally tightly clenched his jaw, which finally showed he had a gap between his teeth. You could see his thick black eyebrows were downward, like he was sad from something or someone. His eyes were also still very forcefully closed together like he didn't want to look around at his surroundings.

Then seeing huge tears slide down his narrow face, you heard loud deep pitched cries come out his mouth. You could hear gulping or hiccuping seeping out, like he was trying to grasp for air but couldn't.

Stepping out of the bush, you wanted to comfort the pointy-ear human that didn't look too good.

The boy’s back was pushed against a large brown tree, and you could see some dark stringy grass and grainy dirt around his path, a branch had fallen from a tree and your tiny pale cream colored bird feet stepped on it. You heard a loud snap as the branch snapped.

You looked up at the blond boy, he was staring straight at you, looking at you with dark ember eyes, tears leaking from his eyes. At first the pointy-ear human looked very tense, but then relaxed, realizing that you were not a threat.

"Oh. Ya scared me there…"

Hearing him sniffing his nose, the pointy-eared human lowers his right hand that was once over his heart down to the ground beneath him. His soft gaze was on you and was still trying to analyze what type of bird you were.

He stood up with his left hand holding the tree bark, so he wouldn't fall straight to his face, he slowly let go of the tree and carefully made his way to you. Feeling your bird chest beating rapidly you felt your instincts telling you to fly away, but instead you stood your ground.

As he was moving closer, you could tell he had a huge blonde hair string in the upper middle of his forehead, dangling across his curved nose. He had a black short sleeved shirt with some sort of creature in the middle. With trousers that match his yellow jacket around his waist line. But what stood out the most was how many scars he had all over his body.

The pointy-ear human stopped a few inches away from you, bent his knees down to your level, and lifted up his right hand to pet you, but you flinched instantly away.

The human boy stopped his right hand from touching you, seeing the look across his face. His thick black eyebrows were downward and his chestnut eyes were curved up in a hurtful expression.

He used his right hand to lift himself back up to the ground and slightly turned his body away from you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

A stammer was heard in his own words, he furrowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was upset at himself for making you afraid of him. Both arms covered his upper body, trying to comfort himself.

Realizing that he was sad again, you flapped your wings and flew right close to his face and chirped at him, trying to make him feel better or tell him that he didn't do anything wrong. You had to continually flap your red wings in the air to stay close to where his head was at.

He looked towards you with his eyes that quickly went huge or simply surprised that you went by him. Before he could have another reaction you quickly went on top of his ash blonde hair. Finally realized that you were on top of his hair, he was shocked once again.

Both of his arms were slowly raising up and carefully grab both of your sides and pull you softly away from his head.

You felt he was holding you comfortably by your sides, you were only inches away from his face. Seeing that his lips were curved in a smile and his thick black eyebrows were upward relaxed in a way. You started happily chirping at him once again.

His thin lips let out a soft chuckle, after hearing you chirp once again.

"Ya know, you remind me of flapjack in a way…"

The human started looking sad once again, with this pained expression that you didn't want to see on his face once again. You flew out of his now weakened grasp and slowly started cuddling your cheek with his, to make him feel a bit better.

He effortlessly smiled at you.

"Thanks for making me feel a lot better."

In response to his reply, you chirped gleefully that you had finally made him smile again.

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temmtamm · 2 years

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✿ᥫ᭡DARIUS ROMANTIC HEADCANONSᥫ᭡✿

(Asks are opened and appreciated)

Man will stand up to ANYONE that even so much as looks at you wrong. He is not above fist-fights when it comes to his SO.

He is a glamorous man, and he fucking knows it. So whatever he has, he makes sure you have. If he has status, so will you. If he has power, so will you. Hell, even small stuff like pedicures and shopping days, he'll include you in.

You can not convince me otherwise that this man is amazing at makeup and will be so eager to help you with it. All his wings are PERFECT!!

Mental health days are very important!! He already has to deal with Hunter, so he does not want his SO as mentally unwell.

If you do have trauma though, he will gladly be a shoulder to lean on and....oh, would you look at that?? Your abuser had went missing..how strange.

He denies that he enjoys it, but after a long day of work, he absolutely adores cuddles with you.

He is not shy about using his status to intimidate others into being nice to you. If he is a man of power, he might as well flaunt it.

He is rarely seen just relaxing and in pajamas, but he is definitely comfortable in showing that side to you. He might even get you two matching PJ sets.

Thanks for reading~

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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Yandere hunter/willow/reader headcanons, please? Individual & poly is fine!

Yandere Headcanons | Huntlow

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

for full transparency, i’m really not someone who ships huntlow at all (not my cup of tea), but i will be formatting this as poly yandere hcs for the sake of fairness with my luz/hunter/reader post

this relationship could be described in a single word: smothering

you aren’t given the space to breathe due to willow’s overprotectiveness and hunter’s anxiety over your safety

they’re constantly touching or watching you to the extent that you’ll start to find personal space more unusual than not

they will dispose of people who get too close to you and will either gaslight or emotionally blackmail you into siding with them

willow will be cooing over you and holding you close whilst hunter explains that they were only trying to protect you

they love you, don’t you love them?

even if people are cautious of hunter’s intentions with you willow is the perfect alibi as surely someone as kind and sweet as willow couldn’t hurt someone

hunter isn’t above punishing you for betraying them but willow is — like she’ll tie you up and scold you but she’d never outright hurt you

they definitely have a good cop, bad cop routine

your relationship began before you realised with; when hunter started stalking you from afar when he was the golden guard and willow started memorising your routines under the guise of friendship

both strive for you to love them equally and the best case scenario would be stockholm syndrome

hunter is more prone to insecurity and jealousy than willow (who is very calm and secure in your “relationship”) and if you show preference towards her he will start to withdraw and get crueler

they sleep on either side of you, clinging to your body so tightly that you wake up with more bruises after each night

willow presents herself as the rational loving spouse and tries to get you to understand their perspective — even talking hunter up to you and reassuring him when he has his doubts

she’s very much so the glue that holds the operation together — for better or for worse

but in the end, you’ll end up loving them both as much as they love each other

whether you want to or not

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #huntlow x reader #hunter x reader x willow #toh hunter x reader #golden guard x reader #willow park x reader #toh willow x reader #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #yandere huntlow x reader #yandere toh #yandere hunter #yandere hunter x reader #yandere golden guard #yandere willow park #yandere willow x reader #toh yandere willow #yandere headcanons

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star122234 · 1 year

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In this House hold we love Hunter ~ so could I please request Yandere Hunter when his human darling wants to go back to the human realm even if that means leaving all their witch friends even Hunter 😈

Yandere hunter x NB reader

SUMMARY: you want to leave your obsessive boyfriend

°SELFISH How can you be so selfish?! °After everything he's done for you, you still dare to leave him!! °when you said you wanted to go back to the human world and leave your friends and HE hunter was heartbroken and angry °when you told hunter your decision at the beginning he just stood there staring at you and processing what you said and when he finally understood the situation he started arguing with you °hunter was stuttering and yelling at you and talking about everything he did for you °" w-w-what do y-you mean you j-just leave?! You just l-leave without ev-ven looking b-b-back! How could you abandon your friends or rather how could y-y-you abandon ME! After everything I d-did for you I KILLED for you!!!! " °"wait hunter what did you do?!" °hunter ended up despairing hunter would never hurt you but since he had no other choice he took the first thing he saw and knocked you out with that thing

°and when you woke up you were in a room tied up with no chance of escape

#hunter toh #yandere the owl house #Theowlhouse #Yandere Golden Guard #YandereHunter #yandere hunter x reader

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r0semar1esp1ce · 2 years

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Hello can you do a yandre hcs of owl house characters being jealous (Luz, collector,amity,hunter?)

Thank you a lot for the request !

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Yandere Owl House x GN Reader HC [Jealousy]

⚠️Warning for obsessive behaviour , mentions of stalking and violence !⚠️

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Luz Noceda

Luz is definately more of a platonic yandere , so the thought of her being jealous is a little rare . She doesn't think you would ever leave her or replace her . And even if her jealousy were to get the better of her , she would simply confront you about it . She might get emotionaly while telling you about how she has been feeling .

After the confrontation , Luz will avoid getting involved with your new friend/acquantance . The only occasion where she will get involved is if she sees them treating you badly . In that case she will probably use her magic against them , nothing too major but still enough to teach them a lesson .

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Amity Blight

Amity is a little more likely to get jealous , due to he lack of experience with romantic relationships and knowledge about romance . She tries to push away any concerns she has and tries to trust you on the matter . She would occasionaly watch you from affar as you hung out with new people .

She probably wouldn't tell you about her feelings of jealousy , because she would feel like she is showing distrust towards you . So , instead she would simply ask you to hang out more often or pull you away from whoever you may be hanging out with .

If she ever sees your new friend/acquantance treating you badly she wouldn't hesitate to use her abominations against them

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The Collector

The Collector gets jealous whenever he sees you talking with anyone that isn't him . He will immediately demand that you pay more attention to him , throwing a tantrum and crying about how are going to betray them . The tantrum only stops when you apologise .

However , while the tantrum stops when you apologise , they don't immediately forgive you . While they have already made their point clear to you , they will also harm the person who was talking to you in order to make it obvious that you shouldn't pay more attention to anyone else more than them .

It doesn't matter if the new person you meet treats you nicely or badly , the outcome will be the same .

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Hunter (The Golden Guard)

Hunter is very insecure about your relationship , so whenever he sees you hanging out with someone he immediately feels as if he is being replaced and that he isn't good enough . Hunter will be feeling like an emotional wreck for the next few days or until you comfort him about it .

Hunter will try his best to not look jealous in front of you or resort to violent ways to get over his jealousy . He will simply try to act cool about it so you don't think any less of him .

If Hunter ever saw your new friend/acquantance trearing you badly , he would either make up a false accusation about them to get them in trouble , or he would simply beat them up by himself when they are alone .

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I hope I did a good job with your request !

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#yandere #yandere x reader #fanfic #yandere the owl house #yandere toh #yandere luz noceda #yandere amity blight #yandere collector #yandere golden guard #yandere owl house collector

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yantooning · 1 year

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X READER REQUESTS?

hi there! my name is cal and im a new writer :) i have been very fixated on cartoons lately and wanted to make a blog dedicated to fics of them!! pls note this blog is probably going to be yandere centric, just keep that in mind when interacting :)

who/what i write for:

the owl house

belos/phillip wittebane

eda clawthorne

raine whispers

darius deamonne

odalia blight

alador blight

terra snapdragon

luz noceda (aged up)

hunter/the golden guard (aged up)

willow park (aged up)

gus porter (aged up)

amity blight (aged up)

vee (aged up)

the collector (platonic)

king (platonic)

gravity falls (i also write for AUs such as reverse falls!)

stanford pines

stanley pines

bill cipher

dipper pines (aged up)

mabel pines (aged up)

wendy (aged up)

gideon gleeful (aged up)

pacifica northwest (aged up)

amphibia

anne boonchuy (aged up)

sasha waybright (aged up)

marcy wu (aged up)

more to be added!

rules/criteria:

im perfectly fine with NSFW! but please do not request NSFW for characters who are aged up!

please let me know if you want yandere romantic/platonic, or regular romantic/platonic hcs/drabbles/oneshots!

reader is gender neutral unless specified to be orherwise!

this blog is 16+ !! please DNI if you are under that age. and if you are under 18, please don't interact with my NSFW works!

please specify if you want headcanons or a oneshot, or both!

thats all for now!! please send requests to my inbox :)

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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Can you do yandere hunter (from toh) and how he would act after hollow mind happened?

Yandere Hunter Headcanons (After “Hollow Mind”)

(THIS MAN NEEDS THERAPY-

Also, I should disclaim I have yet to watch “Labyrinth Runners”, so don’t expect this to be 100% accurate to that)

(Sorry for any misspellings)

(TW: mentions of gore(bones), extremely possessive behavior)

Okay so…trauma, right?

Poor boy came running to you almost immediately, cuddling you, breathing heavily, & spewing random nonsense that you couldn’t understand.

All you could understand is that Hunter was stressed & crying in your arms. But you comforted him. No, really! Just you being there & whispering “it’s going to be okay…” made him at least gain back a little of his sanity. After all, his life had just fallen apart. It was all a lie. But at least you were there for him.

After calming down, Hunter lived with you. He wasn’t going to leave, & you had no idea why. Whenever you asked the golden guard just went back to his panicked state, screaming & crying for you to not send him back—for you to not tell anyone he’s living with you!

This was for your own safety. Hunter would snap if you ever got hurt in a time like this.

He also tries to avoid everything moon, sun, or star-related. It remind him of “The Collector” kid that he saw in Belos’ mindscape. He also avoids anything that has to do with the Emperors Coven.

On a more yandere note, Hunter becomes much more possessive of you after these events, following you everywhere you go, actively fighting people you try to get near you, controlling your shopping, & keeping you home for as long as he can.

You’re all he has left & he’s not going to lose you! His mind is already broken, without you it will completely shatter.

Hunter also gets more clingy, holding you tight & keeping himself very close to you.

Unlike the Hunter you knew before, this Hunter was no longer afraid to shed blood. & he has. If anyone did so much as give you a half-hearted insult they’re blood & bones would be spread across the streets the next day.

Of course, Hunter calms down at some point, but he’s not fully healed. Don’t expect him to be as lenient with those who wrong you as he was before.

#yandere #yanderecore #yandere blog #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere hunter the golden guard #yandere hunter #yandere golden guard #yandere owl house #yandere the owl house #yandere toh

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yandere-toons · 2 years

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GOLDEN GUARD | HUNTER

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: abuse of power, implied stalking, references to violence + death, toxic mindset.

PLATONIC:

While the friendship is the subject of many happy rants at first, Hunter comes to regard it as a secret after Belos makes an ominous comment about the person distracting Hunter from his work. Any mention of his friend made in his presence now causes him to become defensive, as he considers it a threat.

Hunter does not trust Kikimora, in particular, and suspects that she would snitch on him to Belos and have his friend either imprisoned or petrified by the next day.

He wants his role in the Emperor's Coven and his life with his friend to be independent of each other. While he does brag about his status as the Golden Guard on the off chance that it will be seen as impressive, the truth is that Hunter worries about his friend seeing him as nothing beyond a title.

A part of him knows that he should never introduce Belos or the Emperor's cronies to the relationship more than he has by accident, but his fear of not being there to help pushes him to order his most loyal guards to tell him before anyone else if his friend comes near Kikimora or the palace.

With his habit of projecting his own interests and beliefs onto his friend, it is difficult for Hunter to admit to any wrongdoing without first explaining why his attack on a Hexside student was justified after the student called his friend a rude nickname.

He views apologising as an admission of failure and hopes that all will be forgiven by the time of the next meeting. If it is not, Hunter assumes that abandonment is imminent and throws away his logic in a desperate scramble for reconciliation.

When Hunter is driven to desperation, he makes amends at the cost of his own health. He fights people to obtain items that he can use as a peace offering, interrogates civilians if his friend is avoiding him, and sends Flapjack to scout for Coven officials who may interfere.

Hunter does not sleep or eat much during this time, and he treats this misguided mission as though his life will end if he fails to complete it.

Unrealistic expectations have been placed on Hunter for so long that he places them on himself and others too, oftentimes not thinking about it when he expects his friend to drop everything and come with him at a moment's notice. Luz notices the tension this causes and gives Hunter advice on how to better handle the situation, which he has no intention of following.

After telling Luz to stay out of his personal affairs, Hunter broods over his friend spending time with other people when he trusts no one else and expresses this by way of condescending remarks meant to inspire guilt.

ROMANTIC:

Hunter has a conflicting self-image marred by both pride in his accomplishments and uncertainty in his right to exist. As a result, he has little confidence in the relationship and tells himself that he needs to fight for every second of it. Each conversation with his partner may be the last if Hunter does not say the right answers, and anyone who talks or laughs while he is near his partner is talking and laughing about him.

Those who make negative comments about the relationship are that much closer to feeling the business end of the Golden Guard's staff.

The Night Market is a known hub for scams and seedy behaviour, and should his partner wish to go, Hunter objects on the grounds of it being too dangerous and asks about the purpose of the visit. If his partner goes anyway and ignores his offers to use his royal authority to get something for free, he insists on donning his Golden Guard uniform and being an escort.

Hunter reacts to cons and attempts at swindling by throwing life sentences in the Conformatorium or threats of violence at the offender.

If the one selling knock-off goods or dealing illegal services is his partner, he demands that the practice be quit at once but refuses to order an arrest. Hunter, instead, arrests anyone who threatens to report the business, and when the other guards and members of the Emperor's Coven question him, he assures them that he is only targeting Belos's enemies.

The lie edges closer to becoming true in his mind, cobbling together excuses to hide the fact that his most frequent nightmare is watching his partner rot in a cell or turn to stone because he made a mistake.

Hunter is used to an environment where every movement and each word has the potential to determine whether he leaves the room with a fresh scar or not. He is desperate to believe that his partner is not like that, but he cannot stop overthinking the tiniest bits of conflict and convincing himself that it is all deliberate.

As a result, Hunter apologises for seemingly no reason and engages in reckless behaviour to prove that he is worth the effort, such as claiming to be an expert in a field he knows nothing about and looking for fights so he can demonstrate his ability to protect.

Hunter craves genuine companionship but at the same time doubts it, having been stuck with the rampant backstabbing among Coven Heads for so long that he struggles to see kindness as anything more than transactional. Every step that he takes with his partner must be earned in his opinion, and to prove himself, Hunter relies on the one skill his training has honed: servitude.

Whether it means duelling someone who is not enough of a bother to warrant it or bullying a shopkeeper into giving something for free, Hunter believes that his worth starts and ends with how much he can do for his partner.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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on-leatheredwings · 2 months

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False Pretenses (18+)

Yandere ! Damian Wayne x (Fem) Reader

romantic, 18+ > summary: Damian needs an heir someday, and he knows your body can provide that. > tw/cw: stealthing/baby trapping. there is consensual sex under false pretenses, so this could (and should) make this fall under dub- or non-con! there is also a brief mention of somnophilia. Plus, some breeding kink, praise kink. Also some weird thoughts about (cis) women who are fertile being ‘ideal’ and a preference for biological children. Just a warning. > word count: 5088. jesus christ. > [a/n: (smokes a blunt). ] > again 18+ only, damian wayne is 21

So, Damian has a breeding kink.

You sit in bed (his bed), knees to your chest, trying not to smile.

The covers are wrapped around your bare body as you recall the night prior’s events.

Last night was the farthest you two have gone physically. You’ve made out, of course. That was in short order after officially becoming a couple, the both of you starved for the other. You’ve groped each other, both over and under your clothes… You’ve given him a handjob… (To his utter dismay that you’ve brought him to orgasm first rather than the reverse.) And last week, you took him in your mouth for the first time. But yesterday night was the first time you had been on the receiving end.

Now, you are no virgin, but the memory does make you clutch your metaphorical pearls. You didn’t know simple fingering could be so… perverse.

Damian’s two middle fingers are thrusting back and forth into your trembling cunt. Your ears are steaming at the resulting noises filling the air. They’re lewd, and entirely involuntary on your part. Sweat on your temple drips, your torso heaves with shaken breath. Your damp back lies flush against his hard chest, two perfect puzzle pieces. Damien’s chin rests on your shoulder, allowing him to have a beautiful view of the mess you’re making on his slender digits. Viridian eyes have their entire focus on you, utterly fascinated.

The look in them is enough to make you blush, even if two of his fingers weren’t in you right now.

Sinful, reverent whispers into the shell of your ear marvel about how well you’re doing, how prepared you’ll be to take him afterwards. Damian’s free hand rests on your abdomen, pointedly over your womb.

He’ll fill you. Breed you. After all, you can handle that. You were basically made for it. He knows you’d be perfect at it.

Chin resting on the palm of your hand, you come back to the present.

Yeah, that was really turning him on, you mull, with almost academic interest. Your lips curl into a catlike grin. How curious!

Hey, you aren’t judging! You can see the appeal. After all, you hadn’t exactly been complaining last night… just caught off guard.

You sit with your thoughts as Damian washes up in his restroom.

It is in his bedroom you currently lounge, absentmindedly fiddling with satin sheets. His bed is large enough to drown in. His room is a wash of dark emerald greens and deep blues, with golden accents. On a table sits a sheathed sword, its grip a beautiful gold.

Both of you are college students finishing up your last semester. During the school season, Damian stays in his penthouse. Yes, his penthouse. Why he couldn’t just stay at his billionaire father’s mansion, you don’t know. Bird has to leave the nest sometime, you suppose.

Slowly lowering your knees and letting your back hit cool sheets, you lie down. You get lost in the ceiling – a beautiful Arabesque pattern is subtly molded across its expanse. Damian’s culture is so cool. Such was a sentiment you had communicated in such words, and he simply kissed your knuckles with a proud curve of his lips, and thanked you for the compliment. You blush.

Ugh. Damian is so cool.

You start pulling up every uncool thing about him in your mental reservoir. You can’t have him getting a big head, after all. Or rather, can’t have his head getting any bigger.

Hmm… breeding kinkster, breeding kinkster, thy name is Damian Wayne.

You blink dumbly.

Breeding... breeding…

Pregnancy.

Your body stiffens.

Wait. Does this… does that mean something? Is that like. A thing? What people call foreshadowing? You sit up, disturbed.

At that exact moment, Damian saunters out of the washroom. His eyes catch yours immediately, as if drawn by magnetism. He is still shirtless, navy blue sweatpants looking entirely artful on his tall, bronze body. His usual shrewd expression relaxes at the sight of you.

At the sight of him, your heart skips a beat, and not out of admiration for his looks. It was like you had been caught red-handed, speculating things. Sometimes you swear he knows what you’re thinking.

He stalks toward you, eyes loving. He places a kiss on your lips, punctuating it with “Good morning, my love.”

“G-good morning,” you return, painfully aware of your nakedness under his sheets. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He places kisses on your bare shoulder, trailing down until he’s kissing your hand. While normally you’d be melting, you remain stiff.

Damian pecks one last kiss when you blurt, “Do you want kids?”

You inwardly smack your forehead. Well, you weren’t one to shy away from a tough conversation. For better or worse.

Damian stirs, blinking at you.

You continue, trying not to wilt, “Do… Do you want kids? I-is that something you want? Like, someday?”

How the hell did this not come up sooner, you don’t know.

… Well.

Perhaps it hadn’t come up because your relationship was fairly new. You’ve known Damian for five years now. And for the last two, your relationship had been under a taxing, soul-sucking ‘will-they-won’t-they-it’s-complicated’ vague denomination for quite a while. Both of you knew each of you had feelings for the other. But Damian confessing his vigilante secret and his assassin past was quite the double whammy.

Damian was resolute in keeping you and himself safe and alive, but you had to think critically about a future with him. Eventually you said fuck it, throwing caution to the wind because you loved him, and you wanted him. And he, you.

Officially, it’s only been three months of dating – and you both are young. You both are in your last year of college. Talking about kids felt … fast.

Damian remains silent, face tentative. Having been leaning over you, he now sits on his bed, looking thoughtful.

“... Is that something you want?”

You sigh. Of course he’d turn it on you.

“I…” Your throat feels tight. God, why can’t we just enjoy a damn honeymoon phase… “I mean…? I’m… open to it. But yeah, it seems kinda… Like. I don’t know. That’s a lot right now.” Your voice is uncharacteristically small and meek.

You should stop there. Keep it vague. Keep things light. But you know which side of the fence you’re leaning on, and so should he.

“A-and you know– like, you know I didn’t have a good relationship with my mother– I just. Don’t know. If ever. I guess?”

You sit in awkward silence with him. You pray God just decides to smite you where you sit, because Christ. That was horrible.

Things like this could break a relationship, you know. And your chest clenches painfully at the thought of separating from Damian.

Damian takes in your words, nodding. He’s usually so easy to read – you’re well-versed in Wayne-nese by now, having spent a lot of time with him and the rest of his family. But he seems to be withholding his inner thoughts intentionally from you. Your heart sinks.

You nudge him with your feet.

“Damiii. Do you?”

Damian’s eyes glimmer with characteristic haughtiness, instantly making you warm. He crawls forward, hands sinking into the bed by your hips. He nips at your nose before locking lips. It’s a sweet, sweet kiss that’s like candy, until you feel the stroke of his hot tongue. You moan freely, not caring that he’ll likely tease you later for being so easy.

He retreats, licks his lips.

“You fiend,” you blurt. The insult rolls off him.

“What I want is to be with you.” You swallow dryly, heart thumping like a chorus line. You wouldn’t be surprised if Damian could see literal hearts in your eyes.

He puts a hand on your knee, stroking softly. You feel mollified at the action. Damian only did that when everything was alright.

“We’ve got class. If you get dressed fast enough, I’ll buy you that confectionary you’re always wanting.”

You stick out your tongue. “It’s a frappe,” you say, adding before he could say otherwise, “and yes, it is real coffee.”

Back from class, you decided to read on his living room recliner while he drew in his study. Damian indeed sketched, as he did everyday. Unsurprisingly, you were the subject, along with your favorite flowers. But Damian chose his study, rather than drawing you from life, because he also wanted to check if today was the day he thought it was. He opens the drawer of his wooden desk, papers neatly filed. He picks up a sleek black folder that spends most of its time laid in hiding underneath.

…

So, for the record, Damian did not lie.

He merely obfuscated an answer with a truth.

He does want to be with you above anything, and if children were out of the question due to natural causes… sure, he would learn to get over it. His brothers are all adopted and are as legitimate heirs to his father as he. But as it stands, Damian needs an heir someday and he knows your body can provide that.

… A not-insignificant part of him quietly admits that he simply wants his children to be blood-related. He’d never express this to anyone. His brothers are adopted, so how could he? But instilled from infancy into Damian was that he was the result of two genetically perfect individuals.

So why shouldn’t his child be the genetic amalgamation of you and him, both of whom are also two perfect beings? The thought of impregnating you sounds… good. Ideal. Natural, even. Call him a romantic.

When opened, inside the folder is a calendar for the year, with no notes or writing. Some days are blank. Some are highlighted in either red or green.

His eyes skirt down to the current day of the calendar, and Damian's pleased to see it is indeed among a week that's painted in green. You've ovulated, and the six days afterward are an ideal window.

You've said in passing that your cycle is pleasantly regular and Damian's past investigations have proved this to be true. Not that he asks anymore. He snorts, remembering how last time you looked at him incredulously and asked if he was a Republican, since he was “all up in your womb.”

However, you do keep menstrual products in your bag when he’s predicted it. You also spend quite some time at his place, so he does note when there’s pad wrappers in his bathroom trash bin.

Last year, the day he knew you were the one – his One – he brewed you a tea before bed. Its sedative contents ensured you wouldn't wake, and you were out like a light within minutes. So, Damian pulled off your pants, and collected a specimen from you as you slept. Of course, he did so with sterile, sexless precision – Damian wasn’t a pervert or deviant. He sniffs. He’s better than that. Even if his hands did linger.

Test results proved you were healthy and fertile. He recalls this with pride. As expected, you were perfect in all things. Damian closes the folder and ruminates in his seat.

Damian had assumed so, but now you’ve confirmed with him that you’re unsure about raising children based on your history with your own family. He hears you. As if he doesn’t have his own slew of mommy problems. If you bring it up again, he’ll wave you off. You’ll be an amazing mother. You just need a push, and you’ll be confident soon enough.

His fingers steeple. Hm… There’s the issue of having children before marriage… He doesn’t know how you feel about children outside of wedlock, but it’s not as though you’re very traditional. You don’t seem to have a problem with the fact that’s how he was conceived. It’s not a big concern regardless, because Damian is going to marry you anyway. If it’s an issue, you both could marry in as soon as a month.

It all works out.

It’s perfect, he thinks.

Damian puts up his sketchbook and folder alike, heading to his bedroom to change. It was about time he put his plans into action, and he knows just how to usher it into fruition.

“That doesn’t look like a very satisfying read,” Damian says, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

You don’t look up from your book, your cringing face only deepening.

“Well, that’s because it isn’t. I was lied to! By my favorite Youtuber! By BookTok! And fuck it, by the government–”

"My love."

“You ask for one slow burn rivals-to-lovers and instead you get him fawning over her within three chapters–”

“My love,” he repeats, though amused.

“And let’s not even start about how this prose is abysmal–”

“My love.”

Since it was said oh-so-sweetly, you look up from your book.

Damian is... oh. He's in that outfit he knows you like. The League of Assassins one that's sleeveless, dark, and form fitting with gorgeous gold trim. It turns his body into a marvelous painting of black and gold on the tanned backdrop that is his skin. And you’ve told him so… Except his eyes. His beautiful, intense green eyes. He straightens from how he leans against the wall, stepping closer.

You toss your book, not even watching its trajectory. It takes out a vase on the way down and you still don’t spare it a glance.

"Damian Wayyyyyne," you sing, hopping up to stalk toward your prey. Your hands land on his chest. Hello, tig ol' biddies, you cheer internally. It takes considerable restraint to keep from saying it aloud – you know Damian gets all flustered with his delicate sensibilities. “Why, are you trying to seduce me?”

An elegant, thick brow rises in amusement. Well, that was exceedingly easier than expected.

“That depends entirely on whether it’s working.”

“Oh, it’s working,” you say, running your hands down to his abdomen. His hands rise to capture yours.

“Tt.”

Damian takes steps backward, leading you by the hands into his bedroom. Your leer grows even bigger. Oh, yes. You two lock eyes the whole while until you reach the foot of his bed, merriment and attraction dancing in both pairs.

You push him onto the bed, on all fours above him. You dive down for a deep kiss, tongue eager for a dance. Eventually it’s you who separates to breathe, panting lightly. The sight below you is one for sore eyes, Damian Wayne lying with eyes glazed with lust. He’s acting awfully agreeable, and you can’t say you don’t like it.

“Habibti, I want you.” Damian slides his hand to cup your crotch. You shiver, at his touch and his words.

“And you have me,” you say, voice warm. “Habibti.”

He smirks, probably thinking your accent could use some work.

“It’s Habibi, coming from you.”

You nod shyly, but you can have a lesson later. You’re about to slip off your pants when he brings your hand in between your bodies, placing it on his crotch. You sharply inhale. He’s hard, and straining against sinful, elastic tights.

“... And I mean, I want all of you.”

Your brows rise. So, he wanted to go all the way today? You feel your cheeks and crotch flood with heat. You find it easier to nod your head rapidly, lest you start barking. At your agreement, Damian’s face washes over with anticipation. You’re glad it’s not just you over the moon at the prospect.

You both rip your clothes off manically, laughing and elbows butting into each other’s sides. Damian expertly flips positions, boxing you in with his knees. You exclaim in surprise, a sound that drifts into shaky breaths and mewls of pleasure as he runs his fingers over your breasts, your stomach… He wets his fingers with his mouth before his digits start circling your clitoris.

You inhale sharply, mesmerized by the cyclical motion. Never until Damian has sex felt so flustering. Just watching his administrations was overwhelming, let alone the feeling– Your head reels back from an electric shock of pleasure. You gasp into the air.

"W-wait... wait, you have a condom, right…?" you whisper, though you have half a mind to just go without. You need him.

Damian tensed.

"I... I don't like how it feels." You raise a brow. You've heard condoms can feel like a second skin, especially nowadays. Then again, men were always complaining about them. It's not like you had the necessary equipment to confirm, so hell if you knew how it felt.

You place your hands on his cheeks, and his hands ghost over your wrists. You bite your lip.

"Well… Just this once? And if... it's that important to you, maybe I'll get on birth control–"

His head jerks as if struck, his brows furrowed.

“No.”

You stare, agape. There’s a small pause, both of you staring at the other. Damian’s face looks as though he’s betrayed himself. Your boyfriend didn’t strike you as so… traditionalist, to say the least. Lord knows you wouldn’t be with him if he was… so you will hear him out before nurturing any suspicion.

Sitting up on your forearms, you ask, “... What do you mean ‘no’?”

"I mean… I…” Damian sighs, looking utterly frustrated with himself. “I mean, you don’t need to.”

You blink and raise a brow, unimpressed.

“... Because?”

Damian’s jaw hardens. He grits out, “Because, I'm… sterile."

You flinch, purely from surprise. Damian merely stares, eyes narrowed in what you presume is annoyance at himself.

Uh. Okay, hello brand new information? Why hadn't this come up before? Well, it is pretty sensitive information. And since you hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, why would he have brought it up? And today was the first day you had even thought about kids. It… makes sense.

"Y-you are...?" You settle down, much like a cat whose hair is lowering from standing on end. "Okay… okay...” Damian remains stony, but he cringes at your clear relief.

Mistaking it as embarrassment, you quickly stroke his cheek. “No, baby, I'm sorry about that." You could assume it's quite emasculating. Men and their complexes about performing and wow, suddenly the breeding kink makes sense.

“So, you can’t…” you trail off. Knock me up? remains gracefully unsaid.

Damian nods stiffly. He really does hate lying to you like this. "I've been told it's very... unlikely." In reality, Damian knows his sperm count, and he's verified there should be no issues with reproduction. You both are in peak condition.

Despite the heat raging in your pants and your body begging can we just fuck already, you furrow your brows. All of this sounded fine, but it was still just… you needed specifics. To be safe. After all, there’s no rush, is there? Even if your pulsating cunt would beg to differ, painfully aware that two naked people were in a bed not doing naked-people-things.

"When did you get tested? And w-why? I mean, you're only twenty-one."

He waves his hand, snorting with his typical condescension. "I'm an heir to a dynasty – as soon as I was of age, it behooved us to know."

Us. That’s not a you-and-me “us”. You cringe, thinking about Talia and Ra's Al Ghul making it their business to know Damian's fertility. What an invasion of privacy for him… And no wonder he thought nothing of being in your body’s business as well.

"Well, unlikely is still possible, right?” You fear any surprises. Lord knows it would be just your luck to get fertilized by the un-fertilizable. You point at him. “And we should be using condoms anyway! It's not just pregnancy we should be afraid of."

Damian wants to assure you how insanely low the chances are of an infertile male getting anybody pregnant, and is about to do so, when his eyes narrow.

"Is there a reason we would need to protect against venereal diseases? There are none between the two of us." You flinch at his tone, colored with the acidity of jealousy. Suspicion.

The implication (accusation?) causes you to glare at him.

“...Yeahhh, okay,” you reply coldly. “Moment's ruined.”

You push him off you, but in a panic, he hisses your name. You flinch. At your wary expression, the color drains from his face.

“I… I’m sorry,” he says, brows furrowed and looking utterly ashamed. “I… I’m sorry.” You don’t meet his eyes, simply nodding. He places kisses on your wrist, shoulder, nose. Damian sometimes had his moods, although he was truly confusing you today.

“It’s fine, really,” you reassure. And it’s true, it was mainly the heat of the moment. You were sure Damian could never really scare you.

Your words don’t persuade the shame and fear out of his eyes or lighten the heaviness of his brow. You smile, huffing. Taking his face into your heads, you kiss him chastely on the forehead, nose tip, both cheeks. Until you punctuate the action with a kiss to his lips.

“Damian, really.”

Damian nods stiffly. He’ll never truly forgive himself, but he’s probably okay enough for now.

You shift on the bed, and there’s the telltale sensitivity between your thighs. Damn it. You still want him. You two stare at each other, still very naked and aroused. You turn the idea in your head … He’s sterile, right? And pregnancy is your only reservation.

As if hearing your thoughts, Damian’s face fills with determination.

“... I-it’s–” okay, let’s have sex anyway, you are going to finish.

“I’ll do it,” he interrupts. You blink. He leans toward you, close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes. You’re sure he’s about to kiss you, when he suddenly withdraws.

Your eyes catch the glimmer of some metallic object. He holds a silver square wrapper in between his fingers, likely plucked from beneath his pillow.

You look at him, and he says frankly, “I’ll do anything for you.”

You melt… before grinning, catlike. “My, my. So it seems Mr. I-Don’t-Like-Condoms still prepares a contingency plan. Very Son of Batman of you–”

“Shut it,” he groans, dotting kisses along your neck to make you do just that.

You feel relief flood your bloodstream. Then it is quickly replaced with raging desire. Oh, finally.

“Lay back,” he says, too soft to be an order. You do so without fanfare, a little curious as to why he’s not following you. Then you see him scoot back, feel him hike up your lower half, and you feel a thrill of excitement.

You squeak, feeling your ass leaving the bed entirely. A pillow is quickly placed underneath, and you are feeling quite pampered.

There’s curious licks along your labia, to which you twitch.

Damian finds his way to your clitoris, suckling and stroking heavily with his tongue.

“Hhnngh,” you speak. Keep going. Right there.

“Truly, a poet,” Damian’s voice says, muffled. You bite your lip, unable to retort because it feels too good. Damian is curious, experimenting. You know he’s gamifying this, responding and changing his strategies entirely on what draws the most unintelligible noise out of you. He slips his tongue in, and you grasp at his hair. He responds by pumping it back and forth.

Eventually, you do fear he’ll bring you to orgasm with this alone, when you both have more plans for the evening.

You wipe a layer of sweat from your temple, panting. “I’m ready. I’m ready,” you say, tugging meekly at short black locks.

Damian hums, and the vibration hits you straight in the clit. He sits up on his forearms, lips delightfully messy. His cheeks are ruddy and his brows are pinched with effort, chest heaving for breath. He looks very good like this.

“I’m ready,” you say again. Damian doesn’t need to be told twice. Your head hits the back of the pillow, and you close your eyes as you catch your breath. You hear the rustling and discarding of a condom wrapper. Damian positions himself accordingly, hands sunk into the bed on either side of your waist.

“Ready?” he asks. His eyes hold… shyness, if you can believe it. You stroke his cheek, grinning.

“Always ready for you,” you respond. You make sure to sit up. You want to see.

You watch, fascinated, as the head of Damian’s cock slowly disappears into your body. The consonance between seeing it and feeling it only stokes the fire of your arousal.

You moan openly, the sound making your ears heat. Damian dares to chuckle, and you claw his back in retaliation.

“Oh, shut up, and go deeper,” you breathe, eyes fluttering with pleasure. You didn’t realize how much you missed this. The feeling of being filled, of being full. You didn’t realize you could miss something you never had as well – Damian felt like he belonged in you. You feel every inch of you work to accommodate his sudden presence.

“And how can I deny such a request?” he gasps aloud, voice strained.

You feel more than a little pride that you were among the few who could make Damian bend to your whims with this (or any) level of subservience. The proud, proud Damian Wayne. The same Damian that sinks into you further, into your tight, hot wetness. He finally bottoms out and you exhale.

“You’re… a perfect… fit,” you say, dazed and in between pants.

Little do you know the resulting pang that shoots into his groin at that statement. He grasps you harder, maybe even enough to bruise. He needs you badly. He needs to fill you badly.

Damian leans even more forward, and you squeal. You’re just along for the ride at this point. He does all the necessary machinations to fold you in half, thighs bending back.

"W-wait," you stutter, but it falls on deaf ears.

He’s really stretching the limits of your flexibility here. Before you know it, you’re in a mating press.

“Damian,” you moan, because you’re too overstimulated to say much else.

“You’re perfect,” he says into the shell of your ear. “You can take this. You were made for this.” You nod, slack-jawed. He rocks into you, skin slapping against skin as your pelvises meet. Your eyes flutter and roll back.

“I could spend forever filling you up. I could spend forever watching it spill out of you.”

You close your eyes, cheeks aflame, much too embarrassed by his perverse whispers. You feel … almost ashamed at how much it arouses you. Almost. Majorly, it’s fulfilling a dark fantasy you didn’t know you liked.

“... Come inside me,” you breathe, unable to say anything more. You were embarrassed enough. He was using a condom, it was assumed he would be. But hopefully he’d see you were participating in his little fantasy, that you liked it too…

His thrusts are unyielding, and they only get harder, faster, more desperate as the time passes. Damian finishes with a groan, his abs clenching and flexing with effort.

You welcome it, taking it all because he’s right, you were made for this. In this moment, it’s like you were entirely made for this.

To your surprise, there’s sudden stroking on your throbbing clit, and that brings you to the finish line as well.

Your head jerks back violently, body snapping to attention as you ride the wave of an orgasm. A gasp by your ear. You’re clenching around Damian’s length, wringing him dry.

He collapses, narrowly keeping himself from squashing you flat. The two of you are a tangle of sweaty limbs, chests heaving.

“You’ve got to get out of me sometime,” you tease.

You’ve both been lying like this, too taxed to move for maybe ten minutes now.

“Is that so? Honestly, I could die here without complaint,” Damian says, and you get the feeling he’s dead serious. Nevertheless, he rolls away. He does not let you go far, wrapping his arms around you. You shiver at the feeling of him unsheathing himself, suddenly feeling empty.

… And wet. Wetter than expected.

You keep from flushing. Damn, you were really enamored with him, it seems.

You rub your thighs together, relishing in the feeling. Until you pause.

… No, like, you’re really wet.

You slowly sit up, investigating. To your surprise, you’re leaking… cum. And clearly not just your own. It’s smattered down your thighs, sticky. When you pause and can literally feel the cum drip out of you, you exclaim.

“Fuck… fuck.” You put a hand to your dripping cunt, and are surprised when it indeed comes back wet and pearlescent white. It’s for real.

“What’s wrong?” you hear, but you hardly register it.

You pull at a scrap of wrinkled plastic, pulling it out. The condom is shredded. It broke.

“Damian. It broke.”

You stare at it dumbly. It broke. You feel the onset of fear creep by… it’s held at bay, when you feel Damian hushing you, stroking your shoulders.

Damian holds you, asks why are you worrying…? He told you there’s no way. He can��t, he’s sterile.

You dumbly nod, combating fear by reasoning with yourself. Well… you were about to have sex without it anyway, after all. What does it matter if the condom broke?

You suppose it’s just the shock of a failsafe… well, failing to save you. So why do you feel so disconcerted? What’s this niggling feeling, you wonder. You stare at your inner thighs. His cum paints you like a mark.

“It’s nigh impossible,” Damian states. He’s doing what he does best – nullifying your emotions with facts. He pulls you back into his arms, your back against his chest. “The condom was really for your peace of mind. It’s not like it did anything.”

You don’t speak, simply staring at the condom in your hand. You nod.

“Really, there’s no point in wearing condoms from now on anyway. They break.”

Damian’s fingers trace circles on the bone of your shoulders. “I mean, they’re practically pointless. And either way–”

With his long reach, he grabs his phone off the nightstand. He pulls up an article, illustrating the likelihood of him successfully inseminating you.

“See?” he says. “It’s not a factor.”

Unwilling to let whatever strange funk you’ve entered ruin the afterglow of your orgasm, you nod again. You turn your head halfway, smiling. Of course, without missing a beat, Damian kisses you sweetly.

To hell with the condom. And to hell with getting stuck in your head. Lord knows you overthink everything. It’s as Damian says.

His fingers dance on your abdomen, and it tickles.

It’s impossible.

#yandere damian wayne #yandere batfam #damian wayne x reader #girllllll #i just have to post this already im tired #mine

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I was wondering if you could do a hurt sibling x hunter I feel like he would be really worried/protective of them 🥺❤️

You were adopted by the Emperor's Coven. Taken in by Belos as a form of publicity but also as an example. Your family came from a long line of powerful witches, witches who refused to succumb to his rule. Having you under his thumb after their fall gave him not only a powerful weapon but an edge. After all you were a very clear warning of what could happen to any other witches who may try to defy him. He may not be as nice with other people's children.

So you and Hunter grew up together. As Royal Siblings, raised by your uncle. He could've peterfied you like your parents. Killed you like so many assumed he would but he showed a rare sign of mercy. Of kindness. After all how could he deny Hunter a possible friend? Plus you kept the brat away from him and distracted so it left him satisfied.

But now you were hurt. Badly.

Belos didn't really care for you. Hunter in a sense. But you? No. Not really. However, Hunter did. He loved you more than anything. You grew up together. You were his sibling. And if he lost you he'd never be the same.

"Terra! Terra get the head of the healing coven! Quickly!" He demands as he drags you through the castle doors. They bang against the walls as he runs through them and scouts quickly crowd around the young prince and you too see what's wrong and do what they can to help. The woman who was at the door casting spell circles over her plants does as asked, leaving her gardening to get Belos and the other coven heads. Acid rain was pouring outside and you both had been partially burned but that wasn't the problem.

A mission had gone terribly wrong and now Hunter held you as best he could in his arms. His breathing was shallow and he was struggling to hold you up after the long trek back to the castle. You'd taken a hit meant for him and now here you were trying to stay conscious and biting your tongue to keep from crying out in pain.

A scout reached out for you to take you but Hunters grip was tight and he refused to let go. He had lost in mask in the scuffle and glared at anyone who came near as none of them were medics and he was clearly prepared to use his staff if they tried to seperate you both.

"... It's okay... it's okay..." He whispers as they all watch unsure of what to do. You just moan softly in response, pain coursing through your body as you lean your full weight against your brother. His hands carefully touch your face before they go to the main wound trying to block the blood. He would be dead. He would be dead. He would be dead. This should be him. This should be him. This should be him.

Shaking Hunter slowly tried to move you as he held you close pulling you with him. He began humming a song you liked softly as he dragged you deeper into the castle waiting for the potions and healing coven heads to come. Blood dripped onto the floor and he closed his eyes trying not to look at it.

"Hunter what happened?" Darius demands at the comotion but stops as he sees you in Hunters arms. You were barley conscious, originally able to limp along the forest floor with Hunter now you were holding on by a thread as Hunter continued to hum, the humming getting more aggressive to try and keep you awake. The other guards looked terrified of him and as Darius rushed forwards to help Hunter cried out as your vision began to blur and you went limp in his arms.

"Do SOMETHING!" He demands as he crumples to the floor with you in his arms.

~~~

Groaning as you wake up you can feel the bandages before anything else.

"... What... what happened?" You question through a throat that feels like it's full of sandpaper. Opening your eyes slowly, you groan and look away from the light before you squint your eyes adjusting to the bright room and focusing on your surroundings. Your ribs hurt and with every breath you took your vision blurred for a second. Biting your tongue fighting through the pain, a sign on the door informed you that you were in the castles infirmary. A private room where you often got checkups with Hunter when you were little.

Panic filled you as you thought of Hunter. Where was he? Was he okay? Struggling a bit to try and get up your too sore and numb to fully move.

Using all your strength to move your head relief flooded you once you saw him. Hunters face was squished against his arms his blonde hair tilted to one side and as your eyes scanned him you saw he was okay. He had a few bandages from what you think was acid rain if you remember what happened before blacking out correctly but his face otherwise had no new scars. He was wearing his uniform with his mask in his lap. The boy was leaning against the bed softly snoring making little whistling sounds with his cute Gap teeth.

Smiling softly you shift before pausing as pain shot through your body. Right he was relatively unhurt because you took the major hit.

"You're awake." A voice chirps and looking away from Hunter with some strain it's one of the healing coven members, their dark blue sleeves being a dead give away to what coven they resided in.

"How long...?" You whisper throat still sore as you struggle to speak. They come closer and smile at you casting a circle over your chest before they place a damp rag on your forehead. The rag relieves pressure in your head and your ribs feel better as it becomes easier to breathe.

"A few days." They start as they begin to assess you carefully. They adjust the pillow behind your head and you hum falling back into the soft covers. "It was touch and go for awhile there, but everything is fine now." They chirp and you nod before groaning as a wave of pain goes through your body like fire. You needed to stop moving. Seeing your discomfort they cast another circle covering you in blue light for a moment. "He waited for you, the prince. Hasn't moved from that spot since we started healing you. We had to put a sleep spell on him so he wouldn't hurt himself or you in his panic. His quick thinking saved you. You have a very loyal brother." They inform you and you smile before looking to your brother.

"Believe me. I know." You respond. Hand slowly and carefully going to his hair you gently ruffle it like how he likes. "Thank you." You state softly and the coven head nods before leaving. Your still a little sore in some areas and in a bit of pain but you'll let them go rest before you request anything. They've likley had a long couple of days. No doubt Hunter had too.

"... Your awake?" He murmurs leaning into your touch and you make a noise still getting used to speaking. Hunter nods sleepily and as your hand stops moving through his hair he reaches out and takes it in his own. His fingers intertwine with his and as he presses his cheek into the sheets his other hand trace's shapes against your palm. Flapjack moves from out of the boys cape and settles on your chest softly chirping. "They said you might not wake up."

~~~

You were up and around now and had finally started working again after some time off to heal. Once you'd awoken the healing coven admitted that things had become much easier when it came to your health and overall care. Well most things. Hunter hovered since the incident. And he hovered a lot.

At first you didn't mind him sitting next to you on check ups and helping you get items or do things he thought you shouldn't. Reminding you to take your meds and insisting he re-bandage anything that needed to be changed. But a week or two in of his hovering and you had to remind yourself to be patient and calm. The healing coven members said you were healed now but still life had it's challenges and you should take it slow. You weren't back on full duty like your brother was but you still did your part.

The doctors said slow not nonexistent. You loved Hunter but just like your uncle he could be overbearing and right now was one of those times.

"Do you need water? Food? Medicine? Can I get something for you? You should go back to bed of your tired, we can try again tomorrow." He states as he looks you up and down for any problems.

"Hunter..." You hum and he has your hands in his as he stares at you, waiting for what you needed.

"Yes what is it?" He demands and you take a deep breath with a soft smile.

"I yawned." You say softly and behind his mask you have a feeling his entire face was red as he pulled away and crossed his arms. Chuckling you wrap your arm around him and bring him close, your face tapping against his mask. "Hunter?" You question and he hums still grouchy at you. "I'm okay." You promise and as you squeeze him close he lets out a deep breath his shoulders sagging.

"I know." He responds softly and you smile before putting your head on his shoulder. As he hugs back, you close your eyes taking this moment in. You were okay. And thankfully so was Hunter.

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