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If you lost your memory, and there is no physical proof that you have a family.

Would you believe someone when they state that you are part of their family?

—--

After receiving your diploma from the graduation ceremony from the University, you went out celebrating with your friends.

The next day, you started packing to leave. Your part time job, as an architect, researcher and developer, for strengthening buildings to decrease damage in all crises, will become a full time job after Christmas.

Just a month away.

Your best friend has invited you to her family's Christmas party, and to stay with her until you get into a new flat. Since you have no living family, you accepted.

At least no family as far as you know.

—-

You were in a car accident five years ago. Lost your memory.

Your friends turned up when a request went out asking if any one knew a J. Doe. No family member did.

Your phone held photos of your friends, didn't have any family photos except for your late mother.

Your friends advised what past they remember you talked about.

You were born in Gotham.

You had spoken a lot about your mother who loved you a lot. She died due to cancer.

You lived in a foster home in Gotham for around eight months, you didn't speak much about that time, just you felt lonely there, no one seemed to like you, or gave you any attention.

You were then sent to boarding school in Coast City, until you were eighteen. You enjoyed it.

Then you had the accident.

You looked up emails, texts and looked on Google to work out your past further. Since you had already left the school, they had removed your past records so were unable to help either. You found out that you had visited Gotham once or twice a year, what did you do there? Unsure. Maybe shopped?

You have a trust fund, no current trustees, so can't ask questions there.

You had decided further information is not necessary and had gone off to university in Coast City with your friends.

—

In the middle of packing, your phone received a text from an unknown number

Unknown: ‘Y/N, congratulations on receiving your diploma. Will you be visiting your family this year for Christmas?’

Huh?

Y/N : Thanks, who is this? I don't have your number in my phone.

Unknown: It’s Alfred, Y/N.

Y/N: Sorry, you have the wrong number, I don't know you. I have plans for Christmas, thanks.

Alfred: Y/N Wayne, that is not funny. If you are unwilling to spend the whole time with your family, I understand but could you just visit for a day?

Y/N : Look, I know I lost my memory due to a car accident, but I do know that I have no living family as far as I can tell. No records, no photos, no one contacting me in the past five years.

Y/N : I don't know how you know my first name, but Wayne is not my last name. I am not sure why you are texting me. But this is creepy.

Y/N : please don't contact me again.

(Number blocked)

—---

Alfred forward the texts to the rest of the Wayne family.

Then watched with interest, their horrified responses about their forgotten sibling forgetting them. He found it entertaining.

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Warnings: mdni, unprotected p in v (wrap it!), creampie, clit stimulation, consensual filming of sexual acts, nerdjo cheats on reader, getting revenge, slight utahime slander by fratjo at the end, slight angst since nerdjo cheats on us but comfort(?) fratjo loves us, idk if I got the names correctly since I'm fairly new to nerdjo and fratjo but yeah, fratjo = toru, nerdjo = sato, f!reader.

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The notification from his twin brother, Toru, popped up as Sato typed a huge apology paragraph on text to send to you. He swiped it away, ignoring it as his hands shook and trembled due to the fear of losing you.

He had been a fucking moron. A stupid idiot. What was he even thinking? Throwing away a year and half relationship built on love and trust for the sake of relieving stress due to his semester exams?

He bit his lip tightly as emotion overwhelmed him, he still couldn't forget your face of shock when you caught him in bed with utahime. You had come to his dorm to surprise him but were met with betrayal.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I need to make this right.” He muttered to himself, still typing the apology text. For being an asshole, for letting his dick make the decision instead of his brain, he was supposed to be the brain of the twin pair after all, how did it turn out like this?

Warnings: mdni, unprotected p in v (wrap it!), creampie, clit stimulation, consensual filming of sexual acts, nerdjo cheats on reader, getting revenge, slight utahime slander by fratjo at the end, slight angst since nerdjo cheats on us but comfort(?) fratjo loves us, idk if I got the names correctly since I'm fairly new to nerdjo and fratjo but yeah, fratjo = toru, nerdjo = sato, f!reader.

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The notification from his twin brother, Toru, popped up as Sato typed a huge apology paragraph on text to send to you. He swiped it away, ignoring it as his hands shook and trembled due to the fear of losing you.

He had been a fucking moron. A stupid idiot. What was he even thinking? Throwing away a year and half relationship built on love and trust for the sake of relieving stress due to his semester exams?

He bit his lip tightly as emotion overwhelmed him, he still couldn't forget your face of shock when you caught him in bed with utahime. You had come to his dorm to surprise him but were met with betrayal.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I need to make this right.” He muttered to himself, still typing the apology text. For being an asshole, for letting his dick make the decision instead of his brain, he was supposed to be the brain of the twin pair after all, how did it turn out like this?

do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.

Yandere Boyfriend! who's so vocal when he's nonconning you, he just cannot shut up because you feel too good!!

His loud moans echo off the walls as he drills his cock into you with a frantic pace, biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight at the way your walls clench around him.

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good.” He'd praise you, grabbing your hips as leverage and pressing his forehead against yours, he'll hold you tightly so you don't have anywhere to escape or back up.

Lewds gaps and whines leave his mouth with every thrust, lips quivering all while he whimpers, feeling the pleasure course through his spine.

You could be crying, trying to push him away, but he'll simply pin you down, before leaning down and whispering nasty things into you ear.

“You act like you don't want it but— fuck oh! baby— you squeeze me so tiiiight.” He'd gasp, staring at you with a gaze so sweet it makes you want to throw up.

Every moan, gasp, and whine of his feels like a mockery to you, and his words and praises just rub salt on the wound.

“Gosh— ah! *plap* you're taking me *plap* so well.” He'd coo, pressing kisses to your neck, leaving his marks and bites all over you.

He'd be looking so flushed too, like he's pussydrunk, you swear you could see literally hearts form in his eyes after he spends a few seconds buried in your cunt, staring at you with such neediness.

You really hate it when he gets to your clit, he doesn't have a hard time pressing into the certain spot that makes you gasp before he's rubs fast circles on it. You hate it because he always knows how to make you feel good, even if you're a crying mess, he will still rip an orgasm out of you forcefully.

Because he wants you to be his crying mess who's also cumming over his cock <3

He will make sure you always cum first before he does, why? Because he loves to see the way your eyes widen when your orgasm is near, internally trying to fight it, yet you fail so miserably, with your back arched as it finally hits you like a big wave.

He loves to see the effect he has on you, just like he loves to show you the effect you have on him.

And when he finally cums, it's followed with the most pornographic moan a person could ever let out, only that it's so genuine in his case— the loud moan would break into small whimpers as he rides his orgasm out, slowly sliding in and out of you while his cock twitches and spurts his cum into your walls.

He'd pull out with a gasp, missing your warmth so much, he wants to be buried inside you forever if he could, he wants to be so close to you :(

He'd scoop up his cum that would be leaking and and push it inside you again to knock you up as soon as possible, before licking his fingers clean, loving the taste of your essence and his mixed together.

“I love you so so so much.” He'd cuddle into you, wrapping his frame around yours as you lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

A few more minutes of recovery before he's up and energetic again, you tense up knowing what's coming, it's only the beginning, every session needs a minimum of three rounds for him, or it just feels incomplete for him!

— yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru, choso kamo, izuku midoriya, kylar the loner, sydney the fallen, mahito (idk why I put him in here), yuji itadori, + feel free to imagine any character you like!

characters mentioned are all obviously aged up!

"Us? Oh, of *course* our Dachshund sleeps inside- we just let him out in the morning and make sure he comes back for dinner. He just does his own thing, no worries."

"Um, you know it's not humane to keep a chihuahua confined to an apartment? They're dogs, they're natural predators. They need to experience hunting behaviors or they get depressed. No we don't leash ours, he absolutely hates it, we just let him come and go whenever."

Yall get how fucking stupid that sounds, right? So stop letting your goddamn cats get eaten and attacked and infected and hit by cars

A toddler would probably love full unattended access to the neighborhood too, but we don't do that either, do we

*while Bruce has WE investors around the manor for a business dinner*

Alfred: *opens cabinet full of alcohol* *reaches for a bottle of whiskey*

Jason, peeking his head around the doorway: psst, pst, Alfie, they still here?

Alfred, looking over, slightly amused: yes, Master Jason. if you wish to avoid having to exchange pleasantries with Master Bruce's associates, i recommend avoiding the main study.

Jason, grinning: neat, i can use the kitchen.

Jason, eyeing the bottle Alfred is going for: uh- whatcha doing...?

Alfred: Master Bruce has requested something to drink for him and his guests.

Jason, cautiously: ah....

*a hesitent beat*

Jason: you uh... you might wanna take a different bottle...?

Alfred: ?

Jason: well i'm pretty sure i stole and drank that one when i was like. fourteen? so yeah- i'm pretty sure that's apple juice in there, not whiskey.

Alfred:

Alfred, sighing: of course. *reaches for a different bottle*

Jason: *winces* not that one either. or- maybe not any of the ones on that row, actually.

Alfred:

Alfred, suspiciously narrowing his eyes: and... which bottle do you think i should take?

*a beat*

Jason: yeah you might wanna try a different cabinet.

Alfred:

Alfred: my boy, i think you may be an alcoholic.

Jason: -in my defence the pit makes it really hard to get drunk nowadays.

Alfred, pointedly raising an eyebrow: and when you were fourteen?

Jason:

Alfred:

*while Bruce has WE investors around the manor for a business dinner*

Alfred: *opens cabinet full of alcohol* *reaches for a bottle of whiskey*

Jason, peeking his head around the doorway: psst, pst, Alfie, they still here?

Alfred, looking over, slightly amused: yes, Master Jason. if you wish to avoid having to exchange pleasantries with Master Bruce's associates, i recommend avoiding the main study.

Jason, grinning: neat, i can use the kitchen.

Jason, eyeing the bottle Alfred is going for: uh- whatcha doing...?

Alfred: Master Bruce has requested something to drink for him and his guests.

Jason, cautiously: ah....

*a hesitent beat*

Jason: you uh... you might wanna take a different bottle...?

Alfred: ?

Jason: well i'm pretty sure i stole and drank that one when i was like. fourteen? so yeah- i'm pretty sure that's apple juice in there, not whiskey.

Alfred:

Alfred, sighing: of course. *reaches for a different bottle*

Jason: *winces* not that one either. or- maybe not any of the ones on that row, actually.

Alfred:

Alfred, suspiciously narrowing his eyes: and... which bottle do you think i should take?

*a beat*

Jason: yeah you might wanna try a different cabinet.

Alfred:

Alfred: my boy, i think you may be an alcoholic.

Jason: -in my defence the pit makes it really hard to get drunk nowadays.

Alfred, pointedly raising an eyebrow: and when you were fourteen?

Jason:

Alfred:

The rest of the town gradually begins to see it and slowly change how they treat Danny and "Phantom". Nobody says anything, they just change how they behave. Slowly phasing out the bullying, extending due dates on assignments, redo's on tests, discounts when he eats out or extra appetizers on the house.

He is the towns secret hero so they will try to protect him since they already failed him once by letting him die. How else would he be able to turn into a ghost hero if not because he died at least once. He dies every time he does hero business and gets shot at by his parents so the town adults have become very protective.

When the Justice league shows up they give them the runaround because Phantom hid as soon as he registered who the visitors were. They leave after giving some autographs (the towns folks collected them for Danny/Phantom from the alien heroes because they know how much he likes space) but then the Bats come into town and the town is surprised when the Bats immediately identify Phantom as Danny. The natural ecto camouflage doesn't work on them since all of their deaths and/or contact with the pits made them liminal.

"We don't want to fight heroes-"

Batman correcting them mid speech. "Vigilantes."

"-but we will if you want to hurt Phantom." Adults armed with anything and everything from novels to pitchforks.

"This is all a misunderstanding, we came here to check in on him and offer a fellowship for young heroes." Red Robin who has a crush on Phantom for his determination and on Danny for his engineering and would definitely like to see more of him.

Dani brandishing a spear Pandora gave her just for these occasions "The red one wants to marry Phantom! get em!"

Jazz: Be nice

Danny: I can't. They reek of wealth and insanity.

Jazz: That's good. We want rich customers. Just smile and get them to the back room for thier session. That's all you have to do.

Danny: Fine.

Dick: *Ringing counter bell* Hello?

Danny walking out with a fake smile: Hello! Welcome to Fenton Escape Rooms. Are you ready for a challenging fun filled hour of mystery?

Damian: This is idiotic. We will solve everything in five minutes.

Dick: Thats why we are each going in alone and going to beat each other's time.

Danny's eye twitching: The rooms are quite challenging

Tim pitying: I'm sure you worked hard on them. We just tend to breeze through escape rooms.

Danny uses his ghost powers to make the rooms and grows deeply offended: Really? If you're so sure, how about we make things interesting?

Jason: Oh that is interesting. What are we betting?

Danny: You take on our most difficult room as a group. If you can't solve it in an hour, I win, and you have to promote my business on your social media.

Damian: And when we win what do we gain?

Danny: Well what do you want?

Cass: A date

Danny: Pardon?

Cass smiling: You go on a date with one of us.

Danny: Who is the date with?

Cass looking around her group: I'm sure there are a few interested here.

Danny: Deal. Good luck to you all. The Ghost Zone is not a easy room to escape from

Damian threatening: This will be easy. Get ready to waste your time being treated like a King by my overly emotional siblings. They will romance you so well, we'll be planning a wedding.

When Danny left the vigilante life to become a paramedic in Gotham he didn't think he'd ever step back into that scene. Much less in this way, because now Danny has Robin riding along with him in the ambulance every shift he's on. 

He didn't think Robin would even remember him after he had helped the kid take care of a hurt and sick kitten at the end of his shift. How wrong he was though because the next night Robin was suddenly in the ambulance saying that he would be shadowing Danny from this point forward. Danny's coworkers were also no help in getting the kid to not do this. 

Robin called this an intern opportunity to learn more about medicine and how to treat people. Danny called it a HIPPA violation. What he thought doesn't seem to matter though as everyone is always just excited to talk to the kid. He ultimately decides to just let it go and be the unwilling mentor to the young vigilante. 

One person can separate fiction from reality, doesn’t harm anyone in real life, thinks harassment and censorship are bad. The other scams a real person, who’s trying to support an artist, and then brags about their literal crime online.

He's usually the type to sit and just lean against the wall, drink in his hand while the music is bumping. He's known for having guys and girls alike by his side trying to get his attention all night. Who wouldn't want to be with him? Over six foot, known around the school, big as hell, covered in tattoos and piercings, everything about him just gave off sex appeal. The problem was he wanted you, you and no one else. It wasn't even a hidden fact either because at every frat party he was all up on you. Either standing behind you while you danced or holding you drink for you so you could talk with your friend. You made him your little personal errand boy.

-`♡´-synopsis. How the batboys treat their favorite possession— you, their doll.

-`♡´-content warnings. Non-con, kidnapping, mentions of sexual assault, reader is afab, dead dove do not eat

-`♡´- Dick Grayson:

Perhaps on the outside he seems like such a kind, caring man. That smile of his that charms easily and lights rooms with comfort. It’s a practiced skill, something he’s acquired over the years as Robin and now as Nightwing.

You, his doll. His pretty, precious doll that he loves to play with.

You belong everywhere he does. Dancing, singing, sitting beside him when he spends long hours at the computer to file mission reports. You, who’s brought him unimaginable joy simply by existing for him. He gets to brush your hair and dress you up.

He gets to tell you how gorgeous you are and how much he adores you while you suffocate under his hold. When his nose is pressed into your neck and he’s thrusting so violently inside you. Nevermind the screams and cries, dolls don’t get to decide how to be played with.

That’s why he keeps the rope and duct tape around!

He just loves you so fiercely, don’t worry— you’ll see it eventually. If you don’t break first.

-`♡´- Jason Todd:

This man treats you like a porcelain doll. Too pretty to be played with— too precious to release from the box. He can’t stand the idea of leaving your side for even a second. Can’t you see he’s keeping you protected?

“Don’t— don’t cry, god, please..”

The locks and chains are simply to keep threats out. The ones that would tangle your hair and fill your mouth with blood, and he refuses to bury you. No— he couldn’t.

You, his heart in human form, walking and talking and breathing. It scares him so bad. You’re too precious to touch and yet he can’t bear the idea of letting you roam independently. Give him a break, you’re only the embodiment of his love.

Even if that glass case gets thicker every day when he’s pleading with you to understand while holding you down and cradling you against him so tenderly it hurts.

Don’t hate him, he just wants the world not to lay a hand on you. And eventually, you won’t ever be waiting to touch the world in return.

-`♡´- Tim Drake:

Your toothbrush was the first thing added to his collection. Then your used coffee cup, and then your discarded pair of shoes.

Eventually he realizes that cataloguing you is so.. fulfilling. A gift given to him by your unaware hands. No longer just his eyes that follow and watch you sleep, but now he gets to keep pieces of you forever.

Then your tissues, and used panties even though you didn’t throw those away.

He’s a watcher, truly— the photos and videos stopped being satisfying long ago after you’ve given him the savory taste of your fingers against his cheek only once to place a bandaid on a cut he had.

He started craving more and more.

His collection is incomplete however. Now surrounded by things of you, he realizes: amongst the sea of discarded clothing and pads and socks— he was missing just one thing.

You, his doll. The centerpiece to his perfect shrine. Don’t cry so much, he only occasionally puts his hands on you with that flustered, perverted smile.

-`♡´- Damian Wayne:

Damian doesn’t necessarily require you in a cage or suppressed underneath his body or needing to collect anything of yours like his brothers.

You’re just his.

His doll, his object, his possession.

Occasionally he’ll remember to feed and bathe you just like those who remember that their favorite doll needs attention.

Regardless, don’t be tempted to ask others for help— he’ll have them cut to pieces and removed within minutes and you sitting on his lap, forcing you up and down in front of the group of his underlings to teach you a lesson.

You, his doll, shouldn’t be so bold as to assume you’re not under his control. He’ll correct his mistake, from now on he’ll value his doll. Protect you, maintain you.

And if you attempt to be disobedient then he shall further your public punishment by having you sit between his knees while you choke on him.

He’ll pretend he warned you beforehand.

sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.

you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.

ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.

ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.

there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.

it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.

also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.

if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.

If you lost your memory, and there is no physical proof that you have a family.

Would you believe someone when they state that you are part of their family?

—--

After receiving your diploma from the graduation ceremony from the University, you went out celebrating with your friends.

The next day, you started packing to leave. Your part time job, as an architect, researcher and developer, for strengthening buildings to decrease damage in all crises, will become a full time job after Christmas.

Just a month away.

Your best friend has invited you to her family's Christmas party, and to stay with her until you get into a new flat. Since you have no living family, you accepted.

At least no family as far as you know.

—-

You were in a car accident five years ago. Lost your memory.

Your friends turned up when a request went out asking if any one knew a Jane Doe. No family member did.

Your phone held photos of your friends, didn't have any family photos except for your late mother.

Your friends advised what past they remember you talked about.

You were born in Gotham.

You had spoken a lot about your mother who loved you a lot. She died due to cancer.

You lived in a foster home in Gotham for around eight months, you didn't speak much about that time, just you felt lonely there, no one seemed to like you, or gave you any attention.

You were then sent to boarding school in Coast City, until you were eighteen. You enjoyed it.

Then you had the accident.

You looked up emails, texts and looked on Google to work out your past further. Since you had already left the school, they had removed your past records so were unable to help either. You found out that you had visited Gotham once or twice a year, what did you do there? Unsure. Maybe shopped?

You have a trust fund, no current trustees, so can't ask questions there.

You had decided further information is not necessary and had gone off to university in Coast City with your friends.

—

In the middle of packing, your phone received a text from an unknown number

Unknown: ‘Y/N, congratulations on receiving your diploma. Will you be visiting your family this year for Christmas?’

Huh?

Y/N : Thanks, who is this? I don't have your number in my phone.

Unknown: It’s Alfred, Y/N.

Y/N: Sorry, you have the wrong number, I don't know you. I have plans for Christmas, thanks.

Alfred: Y/N Wayne, that is not funny. If you are unwilling to spend the whole time with your family, I understand but could you just visit for a day?

Y/N : Look, I know I lost my memory due to a car accident, but I do know that I have no living family as far as I can tell. No records, no photos, no one contacting me in the past five years.

Y/N : I don't know how you know my first name, but Wayne is not my last name. I am not sure why you are texting me. But this is creepy.

Y/N : please don't contact me again.

(Number blocked)

—---

Alfred forward the texts to the rest of the Wayne family.