#yandere! damien x reader

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Oh can I get a yandere Damien from Who Killed Markiplier oneshot?

@monster-scribe-tya @nerdqueenkat @serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr

It had been a couple months since the first time you went to the Mayor’s speaking event. You asked him a question at one of his public speaking sessions, and he actually answered! He was so sweet…kind in general. It didn’t take long before you had gone to more…and more…and more of these sessions. Something drew you to him. And he was just so photogenic…

You weren’t necessarily a reporter, but you did like to take pictures of people. Their smiles, their frowns, their laughter. Damien’s smile was like no other. But despite not being a reporter or journalist…that smile seemed to have something behind it. What that was, you didn’t know. But you were determined to find out. 

You tried playing it off, but he seemed to always answer any and all questions you had. There’s no way…he wasn’t picking a favorite was he? What would you have even done if you were to become a favorite? You shook it off, feeling silly for thinking such. He was just doing his job. You think…but one way or the other, you came up with a simple solution to this. 

Follow him.

A simple solution, although you never would admit it was a twisted one. Maybe you’d make a good reporter afterall…you would follow him around for the next couple weeks. He never seemed to notice you there. Every once in a while, he would turn in your direction, and you’d turn to take a picture of the nearest cafe or even just a store. By the time you turned back, he’d be gone. 

How was it he always seemed to disappear the second you looked away? Maybe he knew someone was following him…no, he probably did know. He was the mayor. It would be foolish of him to not think someone was following him. He was often swarmed with people, and you snuck many pictures of him talking to the other townsfolk. It seemed to be the only time he didn’t disappear. When he was surrounded. 

You wanted just one…just one picture of him with a scowl. Irritation on his face. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so…he always looked happy to be there. He would look around every once in a while, as if looking for something. His eyes would land on yours through the lens of your camera, and you’d look away. 

Today, he was at another public speaking event, and you snapped picture after picture. This time he seemed caught off guard. He still smiled, but he seemed…distracted almost. He locked eyes with you, and tilted his head to the side every so slightly and smiled. Was he smiling at you? Or just trying to look good for a picture?

After a bit, he cut the event short, stating he wasn’t feeling so well. Now was your chance! He walked off after whispering something to his bodyguard, and the people in the crowd dispersed. For some reason, no one else was following him. Not even that guard. Perfect. You’d get your picture posted everywhere! A picture showing Mayor Damien wasn’t as perfect as everyone said he was. 

Where was he even going? He made a couple turns, and you followed behind a good block or two. You wanted to catch him by surprise. If all went well, he’d have a nasty look on his face, or even a picture of a cough or sneeze would suffice, and he’d never even know you were there. Every picture you’d ever seen of this man looked photoshopped as all hell. He looked fantastic. It wasn’t natural for someone to look so flawless. 

He turned down an alleyway, and you rushed to catch up with him. You turned the corner and…he wasn’t there. Where did he go? How did he just vanish like that!? Looking up and down the alley, you realized you were at a dead end. It took several minutes of searching, only to find a door to the next building over. It was locked of course, but it was the only possible solution to where he could have gone. 

You groaned, and gave up for the day. You’d have to find that perfect picture another time. Turning around, you were met with a sight…you really didn’t wanna see. A man was there, one you’d never seen before. He looked out of breath. He panted and looked around the alley for a moment, before locking his gaze on you. “Where. Is. He?” The man glared. It was terrifying. His voice was laced with venom, and his eyes were dark. He was clearly not messing around. What was he going to do to Mayor Damien? Sure you were borderline stalking him, but you didn’t want him hurt! 

“I don’t know who you mean.” You stood up straighter, and tried to look composed. Even though you were not. Not even a little. You attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed your shirt and threw you onto the ground, deeper into the alleyway. 

This…was not good. If he would hurt someone like the mayor, who’s to say he wouldn’t do worse to you? You tried to get up, but he slammed his foot down on your chest and kept you pinned there. Your camera was flung to the side, and it being broken was truly the last thing on your mind. 

“Don’t play dumb with me!” He put even more pressure on your chest, and you panicked. If you didn’t do something right now, he’d break your ribs. He leaned down to look closer at your face, and the pressure on your chest was reaching a literal breaking point. “I saw you following him, too. Tell me where. He. Is.” 

Your eyes were wide with fear of what this man would do to you. He was clearly not above hurting someone. “I-I don’t know! He disappeared! I think he’s in that building but it’s locked!” You didn’t want to throw the mayor under the bus, but this could potentially be a life or death situation for you. It seemed to be you or him. Besides, he probably had guards in that building he went into. You were out here alone…and something told you if you screamed? It’d be all over. 

You didn’t hear the door open behind the man, but you did hear a sound of something hitting the man on the back of the head. There was blood. So much blood…and the man’s eyes widened before his body fell limp on top of you. That was when you screamed, and all your tears began to fall. 

You shoved his body off you, as the blood dripped onto your chest and face. Scrambling backwards, you saw the sight before you. Damien was standing behind where the man was, and his signature cane was tinted red with the man’s blood. 

His look was cold. If you hadn’t just been threatened, you would see this as the perfect opportunity to take a picture of that face. It made your blood run cold. But that feeling only got worse when he took a step closer to you with a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and took one step closer. You didn’t know what to do! The mayor of all people just killed a man! For…for nearly hurting a citizen. “It’s okay, y/n.” He shushed you as you cried, and sat on the ground in front of you. He didn’t care if his suit was now cakes in the blood. 

“Mayor Damien?” You looked everywhere in the alley. Everywhere but at him. Your gaze kept returning to the body. It looked awful…like a person…but unmoving. You have seen dead bodies on TV, but never in person. Especially not so close to you. 

He reached out a hand to you, but you didn’t take it. “Yes?” He looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, but you were too scared to look. You didn’t want to see the face of a man who had just become a murderer. 

You tried to breathe steadily, but it was easier said than done. “How…do you know my name?” And at this point you did look at him. His face was appalling. He looked so unfazed by this! 

He looked shocked. “Ah…I see. I shouldn’t know your name, correct?” He leaned closer to you, and you were too scared to move back. He carefully placed his forehead on yours, which made you shut your eyes quickly. “Well you see…how certain are you…that you’re the one that’s been following me, and not the other way around, hm?” 

His words struck fear into your heart. You scrambled back as far as you could, as he stood up to follow you. There was only so far you could go, and eventually your back hit the fence. He had a point, and that’s what made it even scarier. 

All the times you lost sight of him, you never once thought to look behind you. All the times you were running through the streets in search of him, you always seemed to discover his location rather easily. All this time…was he really following you?

He clicked his tongue, and held up his cane, clearly ready to strike. “Let this be known, my love…this is the first and last time I will ever harm you.” And swung his cane down onto your skull. 

You fell over, and the pain sent a burning sensation throughout your whole body. Vision going blurry, consciousness fading…body numbing…what was he going to do to you?

As you succumbed to the feeling of the darkness around you, he spoke. “In fact…no one will hurt you, ever again. I promise.” 

[red-phantom-0]

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Neglected Reader pt. 3

-> continuation of these aus 🍁 , 🍁🍁 , 🍁🍁🍁🍁

- fast forward and 3 weeks have passed, and readers blissfully living out their best life.

- currently they're chilling out in their hot tub , sipping on an oreo milkshake on a casual Tuesday . They're enjoying life when they can hear some very familiar voices comming from inside their penthouse.

- cue their so called adopted siblings walking out into their patio . " Holy fuck guys they got a whole back yard out here " exclaimed Duke as he looked around eye wide .

- " they're giving Bruce some competition " Jason mumbled as he opened up reader's outdoor fridge and took a swig of their orange juice .

- reader just looks at them with a ' are you serious ' expression because like why are these people in their house ????.

- " I've seen better " complained Damian as he made himself home on one of reader's expensive plush chairs in the patio. Reader let out an offended scoff. " first off you idiots break in my house and y'all are complaining ?"

- everyone stills in their movement - they hadn't seen reader in their hot tub and was fully expected them to be at work . Reader takes a dramatic sip out of their milkshake and gives them all a death glare .

- " Get out before I tell your grandpa " reader threatens . The bat siblings look at each other confusingly . " Wait grandpa ? Do You mean Bruce?" Dick questions and reader just nods .

- " Bro Bruce is our adopted dad and yours too-" Tim says with a horrified look . Reader's eyes bulge open in disbelief . " Tch he ain't my dad because he looks like he's old and can't pull any " reader says confidently.

- bat siblings all let out a shocked gasp . " Dude Bruce literally pulls " Dick says defensively. " Yeah my father has immaculate , amazing , perfect taste in women an example would be my mother " Damian says as he propped up his feet with a confident smirk. Everyone just stares at him.

- " WHAT ?!" He exclaims defensively . " Bro your mom is like - probably one of his worst relationships " Jason says matter of factly. Damian scowls , " y'all just jealous that as the blood son I was the product of one of his best decisions "

- bat siblings all scoff and started arguing and readers just there like 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ because they're just tryna have a good night and these idiots are ruining it .

- bored out of their mind reader slips away to put on decent clothes and goes to their kitchen to get a glass of much needed wine only to find the man of the hour sitting on one of their kitchen stools drinking their wine.

- reader has to hold themselves back from throwing him out their penthouse . " Monseiur Bruce " reader hums out as they opened their fridge .

- Bruce smiles at them " good evening my beloved daughter /son what a lovely family dinner we are having " he says with a smile . Reader shoots him a glare as they pop a cherry in their mouth . " I didn't know breaking and entering a stranger's house is considered a family dinner- well that's another charge to go along with your tax evasion " reader says nonchantly.

- Bruce's eye twitches because what do you mean reader thinks they're strangers - yeah maybe they haven't acted like family to you but that doesn't mean they couldn't start now -

- in walks in bat siblings - still debating and arguing over readers statement . Bruce raised his eyebrow at the sight , " what are you guys arguing about ?" . " Reader thought you were our grandpa and says you can't pull " tim says exhausted.

- Bruce froze - his son/daughter thought he was a grandpa - he's not - he's not that old right ?? He immediately whips over to reader . "You think I'm old ???" He asks them seriously.

- reader looks at him with a poker face , " Yeah bro, you look 67 " . Bruce then literally crumbles in his seat like a child . " Bro I think we broke him - " dick says with concern while Jason laughs hysterically. " Father why does it matter what age reader thinks you are " Damian says confused.

- Bruce just looks at them and then back at reader , " because I always thought everyone considered me fairly young " . Reader just shrugs. " You might think you're young but I'm sure your back pain screams otherwise " .

- Bat siblings just ' ooooo ' at Bruce . " They got a point Bruce " Jason pointed out, and Bruce sent him a glare . " Listen guys we came to get to know our amazing sister/brother not argue " Duke says .

- reader let out a sarcatic cough and is fustrated with everyone's bullshit . " first off like hell i wanna know you and secondly get out of my house before I throw yall out " reader threatens , throughly done because their night was ruined by some delusional family.

- everyone began arguing and begging to stay but reader threw a butter knife at dick which made the boy fall to the floor and scream . " OKAY WE WILL LEAVE " exclaimed Tim and he grabbed Dick once again and hauled everyone outside .

- reader follows them out their front door and watches them all haul into their limbo not before screaming , " AND STAY THE FUCK OUT " and slamming the door shut .

- reader leans against the door , relief washes over them and they return to the comfort of their bed and began to get ready to sleep . Reader scrolls through their socials for a while until they stumble upon a post by Bruce Wayne himself.

- ' spending quality time with the ones that matters ' and it's a post with the boys and him in their house with a picture of them scowling in the background . Reader can feel their jaw clenching in rage . The post had already one million likes in the span of only thirty minutes .

- reader then gets several notifications- it was the batfam following them on their official social accounts . Reader scowls as their inbox is practically filled with persons commenting about them and questioning them.

- reader just turns off their phone and goes to bed because that's a future them problem .

[impish-baby]

Can we get more from that angsty family drabble? :3 maybe your big sister goes and tells her dad now how you treated her and how pop pop threatened to kick them out and he is NOT happy?

Villian and violent - platonic yandere estranged family x reader - 🧸

"Lizzy's crying."

Paul raises an unimpressed eyebrow at his son, not really caring in the slightest.

"Is that right? Sucks. She shouldn't be causing problems if she doesn't want to be told off." The older man shrugs, going back to piling food onto the plate in his hand. "I wasn't kiddin', by the way. Your mother is the one who invited you, not me. You can get lost for all I care."

"Really?" Damien sighs roughly, dragging a hand down his face. "What she do that was so bad, huh? You're not even giving her a chance, pops."

"You didn't even wait to get the full story before running off to defend your little girl?" Paul scoffs, shaking his head. "Figures. You know, I thought maybe you'd be more interested in seeing your firstborn again, don't know why i was foolin' myself knowing your track record."

"...bug is here?" The hopeful tilt in Damien's voice is unmistakable, "Y- You're serious? Where are they-"

The plate isn't even sat down that loudly, but it still makes the man flinch.

"You," Damien shrinks away at his father's cold glare. "Ain't talking to them. We don't need you ruining things for the rest of us. Again."

"That isn't fair." It is in a way, but Damien doesn't want to admit that, not now. His kid is here. His baby. He needs to see them before the chance is gone, "I'm their father, I should be able to speak with them."

"An idiot is what you are." The older man scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Shirley barely convinced them into coming, and they tried to bolt as soon as your lot showed up. You're just gonna muck it up more than it already is."

Damien storms off, fed up with the conversation already. It doesn't matter, there's more important things to do than argue.

[jokingmisfit]

I Just (Don't) Need Help (Part 1/2)

Yandere Batfam x Disabled Female Reader

Warnings- disabled reader, manipulation, reader is in pain, very light yandere themes

Notes- The disability isn’t named because I wanted to make it as inclusive as possible, although it is heavily based on my experiences because I only really know what I’ve experienced. The reader and Damien are both high school seniors, cause I said so. Reader lives alone because who needs parents?

It was the pain. That God awful pain that made you unable to eat, or sleep, or think. Everything in your body screaming at you to quit and give up, but also begging for help. In the end, however, there was nothing you could do.

You've tried, God did you try. You tried to work through it. You've tried to get help, but person after person, and doctor after doctor ignored your pain, ignored your symptoms and left you stranded in this unbearable hell. 

You just wanted peace. You just wanted to live without this unending pain. You found it confusing how a human can constantly go through so much pain and not die from it.

You were behind in school. You've lost another job. You were so goddamn tired. 

You pulled the phone off your in-stand. Sending a quick text to your friend Damien. You ask him if there were any important notes you missed at school and if he felt like sending you a picture of them. You let him know you’re fine, just sick, and hoping that’ll calm the quantity of texts he has sent you.

You have to be careful with him, Damien, he's easily irritated and highly intelligent. You’ve told him about your disabilities, but  you try to not let the pain show. You know he knows something, because he'll press you for information on yourself and stare you down when you refuse to do certain things. He knows it’s worse than you let on, but he doesn’t press like the others.

The text was only slightly changed from one you sent a few weeks ago. You didn’t have the energy to write a whole new text so you copied an old one, only changing it so Damien didn’t catch on and think the flare up was too bad. 

Despite only taking a minute or so, it already took all the energy you had left in you. Throwing your phone to the side, you tried to get comfortable, and you drift right back to a restless sleep.

~

A loud pounding woke you from your queasy rest. You wondered if you could slip back into that sweet dark nothingness, but with the noise being made you knew it’d be useless.

You’d gathered all the bearings you could, and a blanket for good measure, and made your way to your front door. Before you even got there, however, it was already opening. You stood there deadpanned as Jason looks up at you from his bent position; clearly finishing picking your lock. 

Dick smiles at you with an awkward laugh and greets you. “Heya… sorry for the intrusion, princess.” He chuckles nervously again. “Damien said you skipped school and stopped answering his texts and everyone got pretty worried soo, here we are!”

“Yeah, okay.” You say with a sigh and go sit on your couch.

Jason and Dick share a concerned look at your exhausted form. Frowns perching on Jason's face, and a worried smile on Dicks. 

“Sooo,” Jason started. “You feelin alright there, doll? Ya look pretty… bad?” He awkwardly asks you.

He and Dick sit on the couch with you while Dick quietly scolds him about telling you, you look bad. If it was for the lightness in your head you’d laugh a little at the brotherly behavior, but for now you opt to lay your head on Jason's shoulder once he’s settled on the seat.

“t’s jus a flare up…” You whisper out to them.

You really didn’t want to have a whole conversation. The urge to down all of the pain medicine in your cabinet comes back up. The need to just get the pain to go away. No, you didn’t want to die, but you wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to be able to appreciate your friends coming over to check on you. With all the overwhelming symptoms you couldn’t appreciate much.

With your eyes closed and head on Jason's shoulders, you had missed another look Jason and Dick shared. A mixture of annoyance, concern, and dark thoughts showing clearly through their eyes.

“Didn’t you go to a doctor for that?” Dick asks you with an irritated tone.

“Said he doesn believe me…” You tell him. “Think I wan drugs or somethin.”

Jason scoffs loudly at this. “You’re a drug seeker now huh?”

“‘Mm parently.” You reply.

Dick moves closer and rubs his hand lovingly across your back. You humm with appreciation at the action. Your exhausted form relaxes a bit more into the soft cushion. You move your head and hide it a bit more into Jason's chest. 

“Maybe,” Dick starts softly. “You should come stay with us for a while?”

You sigh in frustration. “Already told you guys ‘m not gonna use you like that.” You state angrily. “You’re my friens not a resource for me ta use.”

“I know, I know!” Dick defends, throwing his hands up in defense and laughing nervously. “It’s just, we’ve got tons of money and can get you an actually good doctor. Y’know one that’ll actually listen to your needs, birdie.” He explains passionately.

“Besides,” Jason chimes in. “You’re like family, hunny. We want to help you out. And Alfred has been dyin to see ya again.”

“I don’t wan to…” You tell them.

Jason scoffs. “Why not?”

This situation was too much for you right now. The pain you felt weighed you down and made it harder to hold yourself together. The little bit of poise you had was bubbling off you like melted flesh leaving you at the barest version of yourself, and that self was angry and confused.

You didn’t get why every time you got sick or had a flare up they got like this. Urging you to come live with them ‘cause “it’s easier” and “they can help” or because “you a kid” and “you shouldn’t be living alone”. What do they know? They were adopted by a billionaire and have a huge family. They don’t know what it’s like to feel the way you do. Of course some things they understand, but a lot of it seems they don’t.

It was irritating for them as well. They want to help you, but you always refuse. It always ends in an argument and you push them away for a while until you forget why you were mad in the first place. It was a tiring loop that everyone was becoming sick of.

You lean forward and out of both the mens touches. “I don‘t know why!” You sluggishly shout. “I jus don’t wan to. I don’t know why it’s always a fight with you guys… Jst let me rest please! I’m in pain ‘n all you wanna do is try and hold a conversation that we all know will only end in irritation.” You breathlessly tell them.

You stand on unsteady feet and start walking back towards your room. The stiffness and anger making you feel even worse.

Why can’t they try and see things the way you do?

Of course, they were wondering the same thing. Dick stands up to follow after you. Matching glares enter the brothers eyes as they mirror your steps. Determined to not give up this time when you clearly need them.

You’ve already buried yourself in the bed by the time the two come to your doorway. Honestly you were a bit surprised when they came to sit on the edge of your bed. Well, at least Jason did. Dick crawled over and layed propped against your headboard next to you.

“Okay… Maybe we’ve been a little too pushy.” Dick says.

“Maybe?” You ask glaring up from your covers.

He laughs at you. “Okay, okay, I get it! We’ve pushed too far… It’s just- it’s just that we can get you the help you need, and it’s not like you’d be staying forever. Just long enough for you to get a proper diagnosis and medicine or whatever to make things easier.”

The change from joyful to melancholy in Dicks voice had you feeling guilty. The way he poured out his heart into people never ceased to awe you. You shift to sit up more against the headrest. Jason’s hand found its way to your calf where it rested casually.

“You know we don’t want to force you to do anything. We’re just so concerned for you. We know you’ve been alone for so long, but you don’t have to be anymore.” Dick says love shining in his eyes. “I know you think needing help makes you weak, but it doesn’t, and what’s family for but to be there for you when you are. Can’t tell you how many times we’ve been completely consumed by worry for you.” His brows furrowed as he explains.

“Just long enough for you to get to feelin better. That’s all we ask, doll.” Jason adds on.

“Jus a little while? That’s all?” You ask hesitantly.

“Just for a little while, princess.” Dick answers.

You nod slowly and whisper an “ok”. The two men were immediately in motion packing you a bag. You sat up more and assured them you could do it yourself but they hushed you in excitement. Jason asked you if there were any specific things you wanted while Dick filled a bag with clothes.

All in all time moved swiftly as the two moved like practiced dancers. Within minutes dresses and sentimental items were pulled from their proper places placed into bags and moved out of your home. Dick picked you up despite your demands to walk and brought you to their car. The two of you were followed closely by Jason who carried the last bag of items you’d be taking with you to their homes. Claims to come back for more were made by all three of you as you left the rest behind.

It didn’t take much for you to fall asleep in the back of the car. The rumbling and pain induced heaviness lulled you to sleep like a baby in a cradle. Because of your peaceful rest your arrival at the manor was kept relatively calm so as to not wake you. Bruce coming out to carry you to your new room while the other two grabbed your items. Tim checks the camera placed in the bedroom to make sure it’s operating and Alfred prepares a simple snack for you to eat once you wake up.

[sh4rk-k1d]

The Curious

This is my first ever fic so I'm open to any advice or criticism you guys have to offer! 

It was cool and dark, a perfect night really. Families and pets asleep, the moon was shining brightly. 

It was perfect. 

For everyone except the infamous crime fighting duo, Batman and Robin who were out in the shadows, beating criminals, stopping muggers, the typical crime-stopping business they do every night, except there was one thing different this night...for a few nights now. This time there was a screech, a loud excruciating, deafening screech, something new had been appearing for the past few years, just a few years after the wealthy and philanthropic businessman Bruce Wayne was born, these cryptid creatures that seem to have come out of nowhere, and they came hungry and violent, the Justice League has tried as much as possible to get rid of these creatures, kill them even but they never could. 

People should have been afraid, should have feared these seemingly demonic creatures, but they weren't because they had superheroes! They must have been safe right? Thats what these heroes told them anyways, that they had nothing to fear, that they were here to help, to save, save them, keep them alive. 

But as the number of deaths kept increasing, people in Gotham and Metropolis felt fear that their heroes couldn’t keep them safe anymore. 

But with these new creatures from hell-spawned, so did a new savior, a child, born in a low-income hospital, and then there were more, more children with an abnormal ability to transform into weapons, others able to form a soul-bond with these weapon children, able to wield them perfectly, almost as if they were created for each other, and each other only, when people found out about these children, naturally they were afraid of what they were capable of, but that fear soon turned into hopefulness when two of the children were able to fully kill one of these creatures. 

Then came the academy, once people found out about these unique children, good and bad came naturally, some wanted to praise the children for protecting them, others wanted them gone thinking the now known “Soul Eaters” creatures came because of them, then there were another group of people who wanted to dissect them. 

So, the “Death Weapon Meister Academy” was formed, a “safe haven” so to speak, a place where the children wouldn’t have to worry about being hated and hunted by the world, a place where they could learn to use their abilities without fear of hurting others, and a place where they would be surrounded by people who could understand them, the academy is also the most secluded and mysterious organization to ever be formed, the Superman himself couldn’t even try to break in or hear and see inside if he wanted too, why? Hell he doesn’t even know, but what they do know is that once you go in, there's no going out unless you get sent on a mission, everyone knows that if you birth a weapon or meister child then the academy will know, another mystery,  how they always find a weapon, or a meister child, these children come as partners, two or three, they come to give their assistance then they leave, somehow they wear no mask yet no one has ever seen their face, too busy escaping the creatures that was originally trying to eat them probably, even if you do stay, it won't be awake, these children are trained to knock you out to stay out of the way. 

Bruce Wayne was part of the “dissecting” people, he didn't want to harm the children, really, he didn’t, but it was a human instinct to fear or study the worlds mysteries, Bruce has seen many metas in his life, hell he had, Duke Thomas, as part of his family, but nothing like these kids, no, these children were something else, something else entirely, something that caught his attention, naturally his children must have seen these meta kids, and well, form a need to study them too, not like there was much to study though, no information about these kids made it out of the safety of the academy, yet they tried, and failed. 

Failure. 

Something that didn't stop at figuring out about the mystery on the inside of the academy, but inside their very own house. 

Because there was you, yes you. Poor little innocent, neglected, ignored, you. 

You. 

What a curious person you are, had lived in a house full of detective vigilantes, yet they didn’t see that there was something different about you, something...abnormal. 

Well, you couldn’t blame them could you? They were busy! Too busy to pay you attention for the last two..three...eight years? They were out doing vigilante stuff!...so you can't be that mad that they didn’t see how your leg lit up in the dead of night and then transformed into a....blade? And, as you sit on the floor, eyes blown wide, heart beating a mile a minute, breathing rapidly until your lungs felt as if they were about to burst, your hands gripping the floor till your nails bled. 

You felt, truly, Alive. 

[lunayaps]

My tags are getting a little too out of hand.

[maveras-posts]

Hello. Can you write yandere art the clown headcanon ? Pleaseee🥺

I love clown🤡

You asked my child and you shall receive so:

Art teh Clown YANDERE

Yandere Art Will INCLUDE:

Art first laid eyes on you in the street after that he stalked you and watched your life from afar

Art gets this crazed look and smile on his face when he starts thinking about you. It terrifies victims more…

Be careful of who you talk to he is extremely jealous, you’ll turn on the tv just to see a news report of the poor soul who was in your presence

Seriously you’ll hear an angry horn ✨HONK✨of disappointment

He once destroyed a squishmallow because you said it was cute (bro tried to patch it when you cried it made it horrifying to look at but you kept it)

When you finally are allowed to go out don’t be fooled he knows everything!

Art keeps a schedule he follows to know your steps everyday

When he finally gets you, he spoils you with gifts and treats (it can be overwhelming)

He took you and locked you up for months

He brought you all the things he saw you liked (totally didn’t dig through your house 🥴)

A part of him felt guilt of taking you from your life (I mean the mofo is out at night doing ✨ClOwN Tingz✨)

When he finally let you go he was shocked to see you comeback with bags to stay with him

You ended up enjoying his company and attentiveness Toats not stockho— (Art shut me up on that one😨)

He takes your socks bruh—

Art has even taken a lock of your hair, he loves anything that reminds him of you

Art will cover you in bites and hickeys to show others your his

May or may not have carved “ART” on your thigh 🫢

He’s gonna use his strength against you too, be prepared to be thrown around like a ragdoll

Basically show your devotion to Art and he’ll let you be ✨FREE-ish✨

At the end of the day he’ll be mainly concerned that you’re safe and stay his only (please don’t fight his love it will upset him)

[holorform2009]

✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩

🟨🌼𝔻ℂ 𝕩 𝕊𝕡𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕚!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔] -—> 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕕!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 -—> 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕕!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚) -—> 𝕊𝕜𝕪!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

🟨🌼 ℙ𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔] -—> 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥/𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕕!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 -—> 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 [𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥] -—> 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 -—> 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕁𝕠𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕜! -—> 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 -—> ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕓𝕨𝕒𝕪 -—> 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 -—> ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝔻𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 (𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠) -—> 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕓𝕠𝕩 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. -—> 𝕊𝕥��𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 (𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕓𝕨𝕒𝕪) -—> 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 [ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 2]

🟨🌼 𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 [ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔] -—> 𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕦𝕣/ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty In Pink!

Yandere south park! x Girly fem Reader!

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Chapter 8/The party

♡Here it is, The long awaited party chapter Sorry it took so long sorry

TAGLIST: @the-official-memester @wowowpx

"So! What do you think?" Y/n strikes a dramatic pose as she waltzes through the door, showing Bebe her costume with a wide grin. Bebe was stunned, Y/n's costume was pretty skimpy, A little white dress with tacky wings and a tinsel halo, It was enough to make anyone flustered. Bebe looked at Y/n in awe, Her face bright red and her eyes were wide. But before she could answer the two girls heard the doorbell ring.

Y/n rushed to the door, a beaming smile on her face. "KENNY!" Y/n squeals at the boy in the orange parka, Kenny was dressed up as a zombie. He had a few bruises and some fake blood on his parka, wait. Was it fake blood?

Kenny smiled back at her, Peeping over the bagged bottles of alcohol he carried in his hands. He placed the bags on Y/n's marble kitchen counter before enfulfing her into a huge hug. Smelling her soft hair and slowly sinking into her touch. "Ken, baby you are a life saver!" Y/n pulls back, not noticing the slight disappointment on Kenny's face. "Do you like my outfit hunny?" She giggles posing dramatically.

"It's stunning Y/n.." Kenny replied, admiring how the white dress hugged your curves. "Aww Kenny! You are so kind! Come sit with me and Bebe when we do our makeup!" Y/n smiles sweetly, taking Kenny's calloused hand in hers and leading him into her room. He sat down on her fluffy pink bed, seeming a bit enamoured by her room. Y/n sat at her makeup desk, applying silver glitter to her eyes.

"So Kenny did anything important happen today?" Bebe piped up as she was spraying her hair. Kenny's mind immediately flashed to him and Cartman earlier but he didnt want his precious Y/n to worry. "Nah just school," Kenny mumbles glancing down at his bloodied hands, "Been excited for this party all day though" He immediately pipes up and flashes Y/n a toothy grin, but she is too fixated on her makeup to notice.

"Do you know when Stan's gonna be here? He said he'll bring some zazaaaaa" Y/n giggles, applying her lashes. Kenny and Bebe shook their heads. As Y/n finished up her makeup Tolkien and Kyle had arrived then soon enough more and more guests started rolling in.

"Kyle!" Y/n rushes up to him with a smile, But before Kyle could reply, Y/n had dragged him into her bathroom. "Pre drink with me!" She giggles with a bottle of sambuca in her hand.

"Oh no I don't drink" Y/n pulled a face of disbelief as she opened the bottle, "Shut up, This is a party Kyle." Y/n takes a huge swig from the bottle, then she hands it to him, who hesitates before taking a sip then pulling a disgusted face, which Y/n finds amusing.

Suddenly the door opens, Heidi comes in looking a bit distressed, "Oh- Sorry I didn't r-realise it was interupting something" She stutters before turning to leave. "No, Stay." Y/n notices her look of despair, Obviously being the nosey queen she was, wanted to know what was up. Heidi seems a bit shocked by Y/n's request and stands awkwardly by the sink.

"Whats up? You look a bit sad Heidi." Y/n hands her the bottle and indicates for her to take a sip. Heidi looks at her in shock, Since when did Y/n know who she was. Kyle on the other hand is staring at Y/n in awe, She was so kind....

"Come on we don't bite..." Y/n chuckles looking at Kyle then back at Heidi, who takes a sip from the sambuca then sets it on the sink counter, "My boyfriend broke up with me..." She mumbles looking down in shame. 'Heidi had a boyfriend? God anything can happen these days.' Y/n thought. "Girl you don't need him, There are many guys that would love to have you." Y/n smiles at her.

Heidi looks up at her in a star struck manner, "R-Really?" She responds in disbelief to which Y/n nods, "Of course! You are stunning, Loads of guys would be lucky to even look at you, Guys like Kyle here!" Kyle's look of awe quickly turns into one of shock, He looks at Y/n with disgust. "How about I leave you two lovebirds there while I go get more drinks hm?" Y/n smiles, but before they could protest she'd already left.

Y/n wonders over to her kitchen, after pushing through the crowd she'd finally made it to the kitchen. "Heya angel, I was wondering when I'd see you in all your glory." A voice which popped up behind her, Y/n turned around to see Clyde. "Clyde baby! Aren't you meant to be with Bebe?" She giggles wiggling her eyebrows playfully as she grabs a plastic cup from the side. "There's way more important things than her. Like seeing you gorgeous~" Clyde smirks. Y/n rolls her eyes at his advances, "Bebe is very important so watch your mouth. What are you meant to be anyways." Y/n pours herself another drink and sips it before turning fully towards Clyde.

"I'm a pirate! See?" Clyde points to an inflatable parrot on his shoulder, Y/n raises an eyebrow. "Your friend over there is staring" Y/n giggles and subtly points over to a tall boy in a blue hat who didn't seem to be dressed up as anything, Clyde looks over, "Oh Craig? He didn't really want to come here, He thinks popularity and stuff is stupid." Clyde's expression turns a bit bored. "Enough about hi-" "You should invite him over here." Y/n interupts him, Clyde looks a bit shocked, "You wanna talk to him?! Whatever." Clyde walks over to Craig who seems extremely uncomfortable.

"Y/n this is Craig, Craig this is Y/n" Clyde mumbles in an unenthusiastic tone before walking off, Y/n smiles looking up at Craig. "I haven't seen you around school before, Are you new?" Y/n bites her lip and tilts her head to the side. "Uhm no?" Craig knits his eyebrows. "Damn, I'm suprised. You're pretty hot Craig." Y/n giggles.

Craig's cheeks redden and he looks a bit shocked at what Y/n had just said, Y/n found his awkward response amusing, "What? Was it something I'd said?" Y/n sips her drink with a smirk and almost takes a step closer before she is dragged away by Bebe.

"Bebe what the fuck?!" Y/n seems a bit tipsy at this point. "I need to tell you something!" Bebe seems distressed. "Whatever." Y/n chugs her drink and walks off to go get more drink.

Y/n grabs a random bottle of alcohol and starts drinking it before her attention is shufted onto something else. "TOLKIEN!!!" Y/n notices he was on his own and she couldn't have that, not at her party.

Tolkien looks up from his phone and smiles at the sight of Y/n, "Y/n! I was wondering where you were!" He tucks his phone into his pocket. "Come on and dance with me! Us rich kids gotta stick together!" Y/n giggles, She was pretty drunk.

Tolkien giggles and shakes his head, Y/n puts her hands on his shoulders and he puts his on her waist, Y/n sways to the beat in a carefree manner, Tolkien just watches her in awe. "What ya looking at hotstuff?" Y/n giggles inching her face closer to his. "You clearly" Tolkien scoffs playfully, his eyes shifting to her lips, Y/n's hands move up his neck as she bites her lip in anticipation, Suddenly The pair's moment is interrupted by the doorbell. Before Tolkien could say anything Y/n rushes off to go answer it.

"STANNNN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!!! I'VE WAITED SO LONG FOR YOUUUUU" Y/n drags Stan into her house, it was clear she was extremely drunk.

"Hey Y/n, I brought the stuff you wanted." Stan chuckles awkwardly. "STAN YOU ARE SUCH A LIFE SAVER!!!" Y/n lets out an exaggerated laugh, almost falling onto Stan who immediately catches her. "Lets go sit down shall we?" Stan guides Y/n onto the sofa. Y/n flops on top of Stan with a huff. "Have you heard from Wendy? I've missed her...." Y/n mumbles, her words almost inaudible.

Stan was a bit taken a back by what Y/n had said, Why focus on Wendy and not him. "No I havent." He replied with a sour tone, which Y/n didn't pick up on. Obviously many people had attended Y/n's party, One important guest to specific that Y/n had not picked up on. Y/n climbs up to sit on his lap, basically straddling him at this point. "Damn Y/-" Stan's interupted by Y/n's lips on his. Stan's eyes widen at first but he settles into it, resting his hands on her waist, gently stroking them as their kiss escalates. They both didn't really care about what anyone had said, it WAS a party after all, until laughter appears from behind them. The two pull away to look over.

There she stood wearing a tight red leather dress and black fishnets, Tacky devil horns sat on top of her long straight black hair, "See guys? This is why Y/n can't be trusted. She's a filthy slut." Wendy spat. "Wendy fucking Testaburger." Y/n scowled.

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[propertyofkylar]

midnight visitor (m!yandere incubus x gn!reader)

you meet damien at a club and are instantly entranced by this handsome stranger. but not only is he equally entranced with you - he has some secrets to hide.

cw: yandere, nsfw, alcohol mention

The bright lights and loud music of the club swirled around you. It would’ve given you a headache if you weren’t just drunk enough for it to be enjoyable.

Truthfully, you weren’t much of a club person, but today being the birthday of your best friend was reason enough for you to let loose for once. So here you were, surrounded by people on the dance floor.

You took a step back and cringed almost immediately when the heel of your foot came into contact with what clearly was someone else’s toes. You whipped your head around to apologize and found yourself face-to-face with an incredibly handsome man.

The frown on his face quickly faded as he eyed you up, flashing you a smirk. Your breath caught in your throat - the man was beautiful, and you were only human, after all.

“S-sorry,” you managed to get out, but the smirk on the man’s face only grew. You took in his long, dark hair, his defined cheekbones and the way his eyes seemed to be a dark red. But that must’ve just been the club lighting, you figured.

“S’alright,” the man said in a smooth, deep voice. He held out a hand. “You can dance with me to make up for it.”

“Um,” you felt your face flush. You weren’t used to this kind of attention. “Okay, sure.”

His hands slid to your waist and he pulled you close, the two of you moving vaguely to the loud music. It wasn’t like skill really mattered on the dance floor, anyway.

“I’m Damien,” the man said with a smile, and the look in his eyes made you realize he didn’t plan for this to be a one-and-done sort of dance. Not that you minded - your friends might be annoyed if you ditched them for a guy, but you had been at the club for a while now, and your group of friends had spread out, so they might not really mind after all. Besides, you had seen your best friend making out with an unknown woman in the corner just 15 minutes ago, so she had no room to speak.

You introduced yourself and Damien watched you like you were the most interesting thing he had ever seen. His stare was…almost enchanting, in a way. 

What a weird thing to think, you mused to yourself. Maybe you were drunker than you thought. 

After the two of you had danced for a few songs, Damien took your hand, sending shivers through your body. “You look tired. Would you like to sit down?” He gestured to an empty booth nearby, and you nodded.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said as the two of you left the dance floor and sat. He smiled at you and you felt that enchanted feeling again.

Damien laced his fingers together and rested his chin on top of them, looking at you like you were the only other person in the building. You weren’t necessarily an unconfident person, but frankly, you really weren’t used to this level of attention, and it made you blush. “So,” he said. “What brings you here tonight?”

“My friend’s birthday,” you gestured vaguely in the direction you had last seen her. “You?”

He gave you a smile that you couldn’t quite place. “Just…looking.”

“Oh. Oh,” you said, as you caught the intention behind his words. “Um. Well, I mean I’m flattered, but I’m not really—” 

Damien’s low chuckle cut off your rambling. “Relax. Not like that, so don’t worry.”

“Oh. Um, okay,” now you felt kind of stupid. You were making a fool of yourself in front of the hottest man you’d ever seen.

His eyes looked into yours before he spoke again. “You seem like you’ve had a long night. Would you allow me to take you home?”

If you had a drink, you surely would have choked on it. “I only live a few blocks away. It’s okay.”

Damien gave you another smile. “Even better. I can walk you home. Trust me, I’m a gentleman. No funny business,” he splayed his fingers as if that was proof.

Maybe it was the number of drinks you’d had, or maybe you just made impulsive decisions. Either way, you agreed, and the stranger walked you back to your apartment.

The two of you chatted idly along the way, not really talking about much. When you made it to the front of your building, you pointed and said, “This is me.”

The man looked down at you, and gave a soft smile. He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, which felt more intimate than if he had kissed your lips, somehow. “Sweet dreams,” he murmured, but it felt like he meant something more.

That night, you were having the hottest wet dream of your entire life.

The handsome man from the club had his face between your legs, and grinned wolfishly before diving in, licking and sucking in a way that gave you pleasure like never before. “You taste so good,” he murmured, and the vibrations from his low voice sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

“Fuck…” you mumbled. At your response, you could’ve sworn you saw Damien’s eyes flash blood red. A small part of your consciousness knew it was a dream, but it felt so real. And so, so good.

One moment you were whimpering and squirming, clutching Damien’s hair as you moaned his name, then the dream suddenly switched and his form was looming over yours, looking not unlike a hunter sizing up his prey.

You felt something against your thigh and looked down to see his thick cock pressed against your leg. Your eyes met his and he smirked.

“Don’t worry, I know it’ll fit,” Damien snickered as he rubbed the tip teasingly against your entrance. He moved his head closer to yours so he could press kisses to your neck, before suddenly biting down. Hard. 

You squealed, twitching in a way that bumped the tip of his cock on a sensitive spot and made you squirm even more. “I don’t wanna wake up…” you mumbled, desperate for more.

Damien chuckled again. “Mm, they always say that.” And with that, he plunged his dick into you with a gasp.

It was a dream. You knew it had to be a dream. But it felt so real. And it felt so good. You were whining as Damien pounded into you relentlessly, his own face bright red.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

You weren’t even able to form a response; you just laid there as he fucked you better than anyone had in real life.

“Hah, you’re taking my dick so well,” he whispered into your ear, causing you to clench around him. “Feels like you were made for me, doesn’t it? Feels so good…”

His words, coupled with his earlier acts, brought you close to your peak. “I’m–fuck–I’m gonna…” your words were interrupted as he touched a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

“That’s a good pet,” Damien grunted as he slammed into you. “Cum for me.”

And you did, crying out his name as you came undone. But he didn’t slow down at all. If anything, he moved even faster and harder as his own climax approached.

“Fuck!” Damien yelled as he thrust his cock as deeply as he possibly could inside of you, gripping onto your waist as he came. Breathing heavily, he pressed a kiss directly below your ear and said your name quietly. It sounded so beautiful coming from him. 

“I’m gonna have to come back for seconds,” he said with a laugh.

When you woke up in the morning, the dream was nothing more than a hazy memory that you couldn’t recall no matter how hard you tried. All you knew was that your legs were sticky and there was a dull heat throbbing inside you.

At that moment, entirely unknown to you, Damien himself was pacing back and forth on the rooftop of your building.

Damien prided himself on many things. He was a confident man. He was incredibly charming and equally as handsome. He could get anyone to do anything he wanted. He had been a demon for a very long time and had spent many, many nights hunting down prey, visiting them in their dreams, and taking what he needed from them to survive. This was how it had gone for many hundreds of years (he had lost count at this point). It was simple, there was no attachment, and he never struck the same victim twice.

Until now.

He cursed to himself as he walked to and fro, deep in thought. You had stood out to him at the club, naturally - he was not one to take on just any prey. No, he had specifics in what he liked, and always got what he wanted. But there was something different about you. Something that he couldn’t quite place, something that sent shockwaves through his body every time he thought about you and how you had behaved in your dream.

Damien should have known you were different from the instant he smelled you at the club. You had smelled like the most mouthwatering dessert to him, and that is when he knew you would be his pet that night. Actually getting to taste you, though, was something he had never experienced. Imagine the most delectable meal you have ever had, and then multiply it by five. That is how you tasted to Damien. You were so soft, so sweet, so tender. 

It was maddening.

He had to have you again. He knew that, at least. His mind was overwhelmed with millions of thoughts rushing in, all of them centered around you. How he could see you again. How you would taste and feel in your dreams again the next night. How he could make you permanently his.

That settled it. He would have to visit you nightly and keep an eye on you during the day too to make sure no one else had you. You were going to belong to him and him alone. Damien knew at that moment he would do whatever it took to make sure you were his. 

A grin slowly grew on Damien’s face as a solid plan formed in his mind. He whispered your name into the wind, savoring how it felt on his tongue.

When he was finished, you would never think of anybody else.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 4- A moment too late

“It’s uh, wonderful to meet you too Damien.” You said, smiling back. Wow, was he gorgeous... You could go on for eternity about how perfect he was. “So tell me, does somebody as enchanting as you have a partner, perhaps a boyfriend or girlfriend?” He asked, inching just a tad closer to you. “Oh no, I haven’t been in a relationship in a while.” You answered, staring into his eyes. They were a sharp icy blue with an abnormal soft glow to them. 

It was almost hypnotic. “Well if you’re available, perhaps we could go to dinner this evening? My treat of course.” He offered, taking your hands in his. It made you shiver. Why were they so frigid? Your mind told you to decline, to pull your hands away and just run. Yet your heart said otherwise, everything about his eyes, his smile, his..face. It was all so beautiful, so alluring, so secure, so..familiar. It was practically impossible for you to decline.

 You were hanging onto his every word. “I’d love to go out with you, Damien." You answered, smiling at him. You exchanged numbers and parted ways for the time being, but you just couldn’t wait to see him again. 

You entered the manor giggling while texting on your phone. Your joy faded when you were met with Mark looking at you. His face was a mix of concern and disappointment. “Where have you been for the past half an hour? You said you were going to help out but you just disappeared. Plus you’ve been acting weird since you got here and avoiding me.” You frowned. “Is it your business?” You questioned, glaring at him. “..What? I guess not but it’d be nice to know at least. Look, whatever's going on, you can tell me. We’re still friends.” Mark said, his tone becoming reassuring. 

“Oh please, don’t act like you still care, Mr. big-shot YouTube star.” Mark's eyes widened a bit. “Is that what this is about? You’re being dramatic." You shoved him aside. “I don’t wanna hear it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date to get to.” You said, looking at your phone again as you started walking past him. 

Mark took a glance at the profile picture of whoever you were texting. His face paled. “Look, I’m sorry if I made you feel left out or anything of the sort. But I don’t think you should go on that date." You ignored him and just continued walking upstairs.

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Mark stood nervously, thinking about what he should do. There was no way he’d found his way back again, right? He put his hands into his pocket and his expression paled. Everything in there was gone, except his phone. 

But how the hell- the apprentice.

[yandere-wishes]

I don't think I'll be able to update this weekend. A friend of mine is coming to London so I'll be showing her around. Still if you guys have any requests for Catfam x batboys or Ivyfam x batboys or just anything regarding Harvey Dent send them in ~💋💜💋

[red-phantom-0]

Neglected Reader x Yandere Platonic Batfam pt 2

continuation of this au -> 🍁 , 🍁🍁🍁 , 🍁🍁🍁🍁

- well anyways, so the reader is stuck in this expensive limbo and they're like " uhhhhh so about the fact you've been avoiding paying your taxes for the past five years -" like reader is just trying to be professional .

- Bruce ignores their comment and just gives reader a cheshire smile and is like " Don't worry about that hun right now we just want to spend time with you " like he's just trying to reassure reader and they're just there like ' WHERE IS THE NEAREST TRUSTED ADULT THIS GRANDPA IS WEIRD ???'

- reader is just awkwardly sitting there like 🧍‍♀️ meanwhile damians just staring at them , enamored . So reader just awkwardly goes on their phone and text their secretary to track their location and pick them up because they are creeped tf out.

- Bruce is trying to be smooth by making dad jokes like " simba was moving too slow so I told him to mufasa "and readers just awkwardly laughing because she doesn't want the old man to feel bad .

- it gets worse when he tries using modern slang like " Hey ( reader's name ) you're so sigma today " and literally everyone in the limbo cringes and damian tells his dad to shut up and to stop embrassing them.

- anyways y'all reach the Wayne Mansion and you try to get out of the limbo but damian literally holds onto your hand and is like " allow me the most handsome , incredible , reliable , intelligent , best looking wayne to escort you out " and readers like okay whatever because he's just a little kid what's he gonna do ???

- so yall enter in and reader is escorted to a fancy living room , so reader sits dowm and whips out their laptop - insistent on being professional and wanting to get this over with so they could go home and take a much needed nap .

- " Okay Mr.Wayne ? It's says here you owe $100, billion to the IRS -" reader starts but then Dick and Jason enters in with big smiles . " Hey sis /bro !!" They greeted them but reader looks at them confused like who the hell are these randoms .

- this makes them both sad and sulk that their adorable little sibling wasn't as joyous to see them as they were to them. In comes tim with Alfred, and the reader perks up at Alfred. " Hey Alfred how are you ? didn't know you started to work for a new family !" Reader greets him.

- everyone just sits there in shock like does reader seriously forget about them - like they know they fucked up big time by ignoring /neglecting them but like they didn't recognize their own family??

- Alfred just politely smiles at reader and is like " Mr./Mrs. (Reader's Name ) I am still working for the same family, your adopted family in fact " he clarified. Reader just stares at him in confusion because like they don't ever recall being adopted ?? Like they've been in foster care they're whole life??.

- reader is just awkwardly like " hahaha hahaha nice joke man " and dick literally dramatically falls to floor and starts sobbing about how reader doesn't love them anymore .

- reader is just like ' wtf ' because like dramatic much and also they thought Alfred was their foster parent and they were just living in a big apartment complex w another family they didn't know they were supposed to be adopted siblings .

- tim literally grabs dick by his shirt collar and picks him up . " It's very nice to meet you :> " tim greets reader. Reader responds with a poker face , " uhhh we lived in the same place for 13 years mate it's a bit late to an introduction, yeah ?" reader says with a deadpan tone.

- everyone just looks at each other awkwardly and reader gets a notification from their secretary that they were outside waiting on them . Reader sighs and gets up from the couch and shoves their laptop into their travel bag . " Alright was nice knowing yall but I gotta dip " reader says and begins to walk right out .

- everyone immediately gets up to chase after them , Damian literally clinging onto their leg, and Jason and Bruce was trying to persuade them into staying saying ' its too late to go outside ' , " it's too dangerous ' . Reader just stops and looks at them both like " yeah grandpa it's 4 pm we know it's your bed time " and walks out the mansion.

- reader walks out , boss bitch style into their own expensive sports car not before waving at them and saying " See you later in court when you get arrested for tax evasion Bruce " and with that they drive off.

- the batfam just stands there in shambles because they failed in kidnapping and convincing reader to stay with them.

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Base Yandere Damien Headcanons (+Buff Pastel Femme-Boy/Trans Man Goth Reader) (Dream Daddy) Happy Trans Day of Remembrance!

Here is the Request for Bonus Content after the Base Yandere Headcanons Yandere Damian Bloodmarch (Who is a TransMan) X Transman Listener (Dream Daddy) (From Requester: I love the buff Femboy idea! (so femme Pastel Goth on a gym bro.) Like Listener is also super far in his transition like Damien and he just loves being a buff girly pop that drinks boba tea and drinks iced sugary coffee. Basically the opposite to Damien in that regard. I wanna say a Trans Man Listener who has top surgery done, and Damien has both done.

I think in this scenario it'd be funny if Listener was Pastel Goth

The Listener uses testosterone gel because they're afraid of needles. But they're totally into the whole vampire aesthetic but in their own unique way.

Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with the trans day of remembrance special! Which is Base Yandere Damien Bloodmarch (He is a trans man in canon!) Headcanons and then specific headcanons with a specific Reader! Info above! Now let's do this!  (Disclaimer: Damien Bloodmarch is a trans man in canon! Trans men like Reader can be Femme boys and buff femme boys like Jojo's bizarre adventure kind of style! Reader being a femme boy does not make him any less trans or any less a man! Clothing does not make your gender, clothes can be worn by anyone regardless of what they look like! Trans men are Men and Trans Rights Are Human Rights! 

Disclaimer: Damien Bloodmarch is once again a trans man and he is not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Your Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanons from canon! Thank you!) 

First up the base headcanon! Enjoy this!]  -Base Yandere Headcanons With Damien Bloodmarch From Dream Daddy- 

.Damien Bloodmarch is a trans man and he has a love for the goth and Victorian styles. 

.He fell for you when you moved into the neighborhood and you were not a parent but still hung out with the dads. 

.He wanted you to be the love of his life and to have you by his side. He longed for you to be his. 

.He would be the type of yandere that courts you the old-fashioned way, cherishing every slow and sweet courtship moment with you. 

.He would romance you and be the type to take things slow with you. 

.He would prefer a romantic comedy with you over the idea of watching a horror movie with you, his darling. 

.Although the best thing about watching that horror movie with you is that he can bury himself in your arms. 

.It is the best thing about them and he takes advantage of it.  .He also oil paints and would love to oil paint you, doing various art pieces of you in various states of dress. 

.Even has a large portrait of you and him above the master bedroom's fireplace. 

.He will have to find a way to explain that if you were not dating him before he made it. 

.He has a secret stash of portraits of you as he is obsessed with you and wants to capture your beauty over and over. 

.He also probably has made a lot of NSFW Fanfic of you and him and has them bound in leather-bound books as if they are an antique book. 

.He hopes that you never accidentally find it and learn about his desires to ravish you in such sinful ways at least that is until you accept his love. 

.Then he would share them with you and even read them to you in a way of foreplay~ 

.This is where he gets more complex as a yandere since he works in IT he would know how to make a digital copy of your computer, phone, tablet, etc. 

.So he would know who you are talking to at all times and would be able to know where you are at all times!  .He might not be super crazy about the internet, but he loves it as it can keep a close eye on you and your day-to-day habits. 

.Also he can make sure no one else can get on a date with you. 

.Like if you got a notification and he knew you did not look at it and it was someone who knew texting you, he would block their number. 

.Or if a rival gave you the number he would delete it and you then would wonder why your phone did that!  .He is the type of yandere that does not let anyone sneak their way into your life. 

.He would also put cameras into your home and have a close eye on you a lot of the time. 

.He is not doing it to be a pervert! He is doing it to make sure that you are safe and sound. 

.He is a protective yandere type. 

.He may even get a guard dog for you, someone to be there when he is not, of course, he would make sure the dog liked him and trusted him to go in and out of your home. 

.He deals with rivals by placing some evidence of crimes and such on their computers and phones. 

.He would never be the yandere to kill his rivals but he for sure is going to make sure they are still out of the picture. 

.You are his and he is going to keep you by his side no matter what. 

.As I said before he has been courting you to be his and his alone. 

.So when he feels that he finally has properly courted you he would confess his desire for you and his true intention to have with you. 

.If you accept his love he will kiss you gently, yet deeply, soft yet firm~  

.It would blow you both away and this is the start of something new. 

.If you turn down his feelings he is solemn and bids you a good night, but he is not going to give up! 

.He will win you over, he just has to try hard and make sure you know just how much he loves you. 

.You would love him back, he would make sure of it! 

(Now onto specific headcanons) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Damien Bloodmarch X Buff Pastel Femme Boy/Trans Man Goth Reader (Dream Daddy)- 

.Damien found you to be quite enchanting. 

.You were so different from him but loved so much of the same things. 

.You both loved art, the goth and vampire aesthetic in your own ways of course, and your unique ways of being. 

.Not to mention you were both trans men. 

.You would make stunning outfits and really show off when you go out on the town. 

.But like Damien on days you are working (As a personal trainer) could be found in sweats and a tank top and not the whole super cute outfit.  .Damien likes both versions of you and admits when you take off your shirt in the gym he is so turned on because of your strong chest. 

.Damien might be the top but he does love being swooned like a princess when you princess lift him up like a blushing bride. 

.He feels so delicate in your strong capable hands. 

.But of course, since you are a gym bro, you are close to Craig. 

.Which he gets jealous of this and even hires you as a personal trainer. 

.Just so he can keep an eye on you and also spend more time with you. 

.He loves how you tailored a workout that is good for his goals and body type. 

.He learned when you did not start transitioning to a man that you had been on all the female sports teams (Disclaimer Reader was born female and before he started to transition he would have been required to play on the female teams) When you started T you were kicked off but the schools still said you could not play because you were born female and could not be on the male sports teams. 

.so you got into working out and helping trans men, trans women, and nonbinary folk have their ideal body goals. 

.Because they are happier when they feel the way they want to be and how they did not know how to work out for their new body type with T Or E. So they were not doing the best they could.  .Damien finds this amazing and you were so kind to make these training programs for each of your clients and future goals and current to future body types. 

.Damien falls more and more in love with you. 

.Since you use the Gel for Your T he learned you were afraid of needles and if you ever had to use needles for T injection form he would do it for you. 

.Comforting you the whole way and making you feel safe. 

.If anyone were to insult you or misgender you or call you a slur he would make their lives hell one way or another, probably with their computers and cellphones. 

.You and him might be vastly different in the goth, vampire style, not to mention your body types. 

.But he does treat you like a Victorian lady and even has ordered custom Victorian, but pastel, gothic dresses for your body type.  .He made a portrait of you in one of those dresses flexing your muscle arms. (like up buff Victorian women and you should be able to find buff women when the camera was first made and them flexing GOD TIER DOMMY MUSCLE MOMMIES) 

.Since you have yet to have bottom surgery if you still had a period he would make sure that you had all the comforts you needed. 

.He is your man after all and you are his man so he would for a fact make sure you feel like a man regardless of the monthly curse of Eve! 

.He would confess his love to you on a picnic in the moonlight of a graveyard. 

.If you accept his love he would be over the moon and kiss you right there while you are bathed in the moonlight.  .If you turn him down he will understand but once again he will not give up he will once again make his intentions clear and will do his best to woo you!  .For Art Thou is his darling~  [YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter here and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! 

And Happy Trans Remembrance Day! To all!]

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guys ive been watching Soul Eater and i have a yan!batfam idea

yan!batfam soul eater AU, BUT instead of the batfam being a part of it its the neglected MC

think about it, batman has his sidekicks who are there to support batman as hes seen as the "main hero/vigilante" while in soul eater there is no "me and he" its more like "we as one" in soul eater the weapon and meister have to work as ONE, yes the weapon is a supporter, but they have a mind of their own and can move on their own, the meister has to listen to their input in battle to see from their point of view of the fight, same thing with the weapon, they have to see and work as one in a fight, so imagine MC is part of the academy as a weapon or meister, and they have a weapon/meister who is their parental/sibling figure and yan!batfam sees how well a fighter they are and how well they are at taking a leader or support lead aswell as working as one with their partner.

i also have this idea where the academy is very private and mysterious to the point NOONE at all can find a way to enter, and the only way to become a student/teacher is to be PERSONALLY giver approved of being part of the academy, also the weapon transformation students came to be like how quirks in the MHA universe came? like they just spawned on kids and so people then try to train them to use that transformation safely and helpful and move them to the academy to train to fight along side other heros when theyre against monsters they (somehow?) need help with defeating, and once the weapon/meisters are done helping they go back to the academy never to be seen again until someone needs help again.

just an 2am idea guys idk🤷🏻

[lunayaps]

I have been reading a lot of yandere batfam x neglected reader a lot recently and I just realised that it's most probably because I never received proper father love and I have daddy issues and seeing how batman actually realises his mistake and makeup for all the time lost gives me a strange sense of comfort, even after ik that I will never receive it irl, I still like to think that in another universe where I'm the neglected daughter of the batfam and they realise it and make it up to me. Lol.