#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.” 

[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.

[red-phantom-0]

The children are dead

pt 2 of Damien x Ghoul.sib reader

──► as the two siblings grow ever so closer bonded by the cold love of their 'adopted' family and the monstrosity of their past , life throws them another unyielding cruelty that breaks them both entirely.

Tw : major character death , child neglect , revenge

Edit ty for 42 likes !!

part 1 , part 3

I'm done dreaming.

ACT I

It was late December , the air around the manor was grim and chilly , nothing but haunting and a grim reminder that life was harsh and would never be easy. Damien clenches his fingers within his gloves as he attempts to soak up what little warmth he had.

Bruce and his other siblings stood before him in the patio , discussing events pertaining to last night's stake out. Damien tunes out their annoying , scratchy voices, but his eyes trained to every other possible corner of the room searching for them.

The grandfather ticks by, and the conversation turns dull , he had to hold himself exactly ten times from clawing Dick's eyes out whenever he'd call him a demon spwan or ask him who he's planning to kill. He's at his bloody wits until he see y/n's figure limping in.

Damien pushes back his chair and immediately launches himself towards them. They didn't have to convey words as his eyes already gave away how bloody worried he was with them. He can hear Bruce and the others calling him back, but he can't give a bloody damn about them right now.

He watches as y/n's bloody form lean against the doorframe as they slide to the ground like a limp leaf . Damien kneels with them and place his hand on their bleeding stomach - it was a big gash like a vicious creature took a bite out of them.

" Oh my God, we need to get them to a doctor-" he could hear Stephanie say from behind him, and Damien has never unsheathed his sword any faster . " Shut the fuck up and leave them alone " he growled.

The last time y/n went to a doctor , the medicine they used on them caused them to turn into a ghoul for three days straight - for three days his precious sibling was forced to be driven to insanity as their ghoulish form fought with what little human control they had left to suppress themselves from consuming humans.

His poor sibling wore ghoulish scratch marks on their arms and cheeks for months after their attempt at manhandking themseleves . He can see in the distance Tim opening his big trap to give his unwanted opinion, and Damien sneered at him . His sibling couldn't heal from their medication in his own world , hell - no medication could heal them , they had to hope to God they regenerated fast enough.

" Fuck off Drake " he sneered before crouching before y/n once again.

" What happened ?" He questioned them as he pressed him hand onto their wound to stop the wound from gushing even more blood. " Ran into another ghoul - no - he was an investigator from my world that kills ghouls like me - the undefeated ghoul investigator , Arima," they explained through coughing fits.

Damien stilled. He now knew the gravity of how extremely grim the situation became , the white reaper of his siblings' universe has come to end their demise . He remembered y/n talking about him , about how Arima possessed superhuman strength and his immense 'hatred for ghouls' lead the man to kill hundreds if not thousands of ghouls in his 18 years of occupation.

Y/n gave him a small smile . " I'll be okay," they reassured him . Damien just held them as he ignored the outside world.

Oh, how he wished he didn't believe them that night .

ACT II

January 6th , the night was quiet, and still , the moon casted its opulence across the streets of Gotham. A simply routine was instilled tonight , everyone had a simple stake out tonight .

It was the first night in years Damien and y/n hadn't been with each other on a mission for years - something he'd live to regret later . He found it suspicious, but Bruce insisted he needed to join him tonight to test him out as Robin and y/n had persistently encouraged him to go.

So here he was following Bruce from rooftop to rooftop as they stalked some of Joker's henchmen . For the last hour or so , Damien had checked in on y/n , and they reported they were doing okay and had just arrested some petty thrives for the night.

The hour was coming to an end , and so far, everyone but y/n reported in . Damien grew anxious , and y/n was always a timely person, so for them to be late was entirely unheard of.

Bruce reassured him that they were fine but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in his stomach and it's not like Bruce ever cared about your existence to begin with - only cared you did what you had to do and the thought of it pissed him off.

Damien was now finishing up wrapping up his grappling hook when y/n's frantic voice buzzed through his intercom . " Help me - he's - come quick " came their frantic voice through the static. Damien felt dread weighing like lead through his veins as he clutched onto his own intercom.

" Y/n are you okay ? Where are you ?" He asked frantically but was only left with static. Damien immediately began to leave when Bruce stopped him.

" Damien y/n isn't important right now we have more important things to worry about " Bruce or rather batman says and he held his son by the shoulder . Damien harshly yanked it off . " Leave me the fuck alone - I am going to them and you aren't stopping me " He yells as he grappled off the roof.

Batman calls after him, but Damien ignores him as he grapples his way to the other side of Gotham city . His heart beats heavy in his chest as he appraches your last known location only to see the building left in ruin.

Blood splatters were everywhere, and ruins were left anew . " Y/N !!!!" He shouted as he grappled around the area , eyes frantically looking for your figure . He begs , prays to whatever God out there that you're safe as he continued further as he observes more buildings left to ruins.

Ruble covered the area as far as the eye can see , not a living soul in sight. Damien kept calling your name out , tears practically falling down his face as he continued searching.

Minutes ticked by dreadfully until he finally spots you. Your bloody figure lays there in a bed of red spider lillies. Damien lets out an ear, piercing scream at the sight . With shaky legs and arms, he approaches your figure . Your figure layed still as a gentle breeze blow, causing the spider lillies to brush up against your form like a warm blanket .

Damien holds your form with shaky hands as he keeps repeating no's over and over. Your dead brown human eye stared at him , soulless and unmoving while your beautiful red eye had a jaggery, long sword piercing right through it . Your right arm and both your legs were missing , but still - in the moonlight , you looked calm.

Damien grew quiet as he layed his head on your chest , no longer can he selfishly listen to your heartbeat and relish in the familiar love you bestowed upon him. No longer would he be able to share a laugh with you , your pain , your burdens , your bitter coffees to your exhilarating training.

He would no longer have any of those as now you lay dead , robbed from his safe embrace because life was too cruel and unforgiving and had to take away the one good thing he had his life.

He no longer felt angry at the world. No, he felt awake and mad . Be prepared , Gotham , for tonight two children died and your long awaited recogning is comming with nothing but cold , bitter , unforgiving blood shed.

A crow in the distance let out a war cry as Damien kisses your forehead one last time before the spider lillies cover your form one last time , shadong your innocence from the raging hell Damien is about to bestow upon the world.. A gentle breeze blows, and Damien unsheathes his sword, ready to bring destruction and ruin to the world.

dreaming world

prepare to be

awaken.

Part 3, anyone ?

[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]

WARNING: body impaled mentioned, death mentioned, you died. If you are uncomfortable stop reading this.

If there is Brud!reader...

Then I will make another sprunki reader!

Which is Sky!reader!

if you're confused, I'm talking about a sprunki who had a color of sky blue, that is why his name is sky. I did a little bit of research and found out his age is actually 14 which means he is the youngest of all sprunkies out there. And I also found out that he likes to collects teddy bear, no wonder he has bear ears.

So what I'm gonna do is make another platonic yandere DC x Sky!reader.

And yes, you still have a music syndrome.

Because I never seen sky spoke in a full sentences.

So anyway!

your noise or the way you spoke to people that is none sprunki is a music box. (I search sprunki Wikipedia)

They tried to communicate you to try and understand you better but since you kept singing that noise repeatedly they do not understand you, because they thought you singing in Morse code but they were wrong.

Well that's because you have a music syndrome! And can not speak normally.

I imagined it was Tim who is trying to understand your... 'language' but then he gives up because it's not close to a Morse code.

The only person who can understand you is Richard Grayson. Why? Because he can read your body language, as your expression tells everything. Actions spoke louder actually paid it off.

But would it be funny it was John Kent who can understand your music language? Imagine when Damien tried speaking to you and you respond with a noise of a music box out if your throat, he looked at John asking for a translation. "They said 'Are you the demon spawn that Jason keeps mentioning about?' "

And what's more funny Sad? What happens if you die?

Since sky didn't make it in horror version.

This will turn into an angst.

John Kent was looking for his friend, he was worried about them. The last time he saw them was at the Toy store. He asked for Damien to help find them as his eyes was filled with tears and Damien agreed to help him. It's been one week. And you were no where to be found.

John was filled with panic, fear, and anxious. Damien tried his best to calm his best friend down as John is in the verge of breakdown. Where were you?

He asked his Father, Clark. To help them both find their friend, his father agreed and Clark asked Bruce for help too.

At this point every heroes and vigilantes are involved in finding you. Unfortunately... They failed to look for you. John can not accept that his friend Sky!reader is dead. He cried in his bed as Louis and Clark looked at each other, worried and guilt written in their face. Both of them tried to comfort their son, not successfully doing so. Because he kept crying for his friend.

Until one night, Damien called John, telling him to come and meet him at the abandoned warehouse. He wants to show him something...

John flies towards the abandoned warehouse that is given by Damien current location. When he came, he stepped closer to his best friend and was about to ask him what did he want to show him something. But stopped when he saw his missing friend impaled by four rods in their body... One rod is through the middle of their skull to their chin, one through their chest, one through their ear, and one through their left eye socket. Blood is dripping through their neck, right eye, and right ear.

He explained to John that he was on a patrol but when he heard a music box that sounded like Sky!reader, instead of a soft and high pitched melody of a music box it's sounded menacing now. He quickly followed to where the sound came from inside the abandoned warehouse only for him to stop in his track and horrified at the sight of them impaled by four rods. Their eyes make contact with Damien before their light in their eyes slowly faded.

It was too late for him to save them...

And right now, you are no longer singing that sound anymore. Because you are dead. And now... John's eyes was filled with tears as he started sobbing once more at the sight of their dead body in from of him, seeing their friend like this... Hurts him.

Rains started to pour down hard, John and Damien and their families gathered together at your funeral, saying their goodbyes and farewell for you.

It hurts them knowing that you were young when you died, you were only 14. The same age as John and Damien. Now that you are gone. He wasn't the same anymore... John is always the happy boy, always the sunshine, and now... His smile is upsidedown.

Damien tried to cheer him up. Key word: "tried to" he is not the best at comforting ok? At least he tried. He promised to John that he will find whoever murdered their friend and when he captured the murderer, he'll let John do whatever he wants to do with the murderer.

Be it, kill them, punch, laser them, do what ever he want if Damien finally captured the culprit to who ever killed their poor friend.

He will keep that promise.

He swear to his best friend he will.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Bee's And The Bats!

☆♡Yan Batfam x Bee! Reader♡☆

"Too bad I can't make a career out of getting fired, right? I'd be like, a CEO or a manager. Which one's more impressive? ...President?"

You and Damien are 18+. That goes for anything I write regarding him.

I will be following comics, the web series and possibly a bit of the Netflix version. Shout out to @hana-no-seiiki for making ☆Superb!☆ headcanons themselves! Check them out!

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Damien Wayne:

The Wayne heir had decided to rent out a apartment, wanting to have a bit of independence, maybe even a little space from the world. In his own solitude when his pets couldn't provide affectations at the time. Or if he couldn't travel back to the manor soon enough due to injury.

Today was just.. Not a good day for Damien.

He was tired, restless, maybe even angry.

He decided not to head back to the manor after patrol, wanting to clear his head and not get into a argument with anyone regarding his behavior.

Dressed in his civilian attire, he walks up the apartment complex steps to his room floor. Stepping onto the carpet covered hall, he pulls out his key.

Listening in on his neighbor, who was conversing with someone, Damien unlocked his door.

"Are you you gonna be-AHOF!!"

"OH MY GOD!"

Damien quickly turns around, expecting some type of altercation!

Yet is suprised to find a man around his age wallowing on the ground in pain, in front of your door. He could even see the man's tears staining the floor.

Your voice shouts beyond the door.

"Oh my god! Oh, oh my god. Ah, wait, ah...ooh, ah, I have, uh, stuff for your stuff!"

Your footsteps heavy and clear again once near the door.

"I got you some ice for your crotch! I'm shoving the crotch ice under the door!"

The man leaves, quickly scurrying off with ice between his.. Private area.

Leaving behind a small pink box wrapped in a plastic bag.

Damien places his keys back in his pocket, stepping over to your side of the hallway. Knocking on the door so the food wouldn't go to waste.

The two of you stare at one another curiously.

When Damien first met you, he thought you were weird. Close to, "possibly another villian in the making" weird.

You kept to yourself, along with a strange little cat-dog creature of yours.

But, he found you charming in a way, you were impulsive, selfish, a glutton. Yet you were realistic, someone he could and couldn't understand.

You were nice as well, rather kind. You saw him as friend the first day you met Damien. Offering to share some lasagna with him and your "puppy-cat".

He started to seek you out more, finding your presence a tad thrilling.

What made you tick, why were you so space-casy, what thoughts ran in your head when you saw good in others?

The blood-son wanted to know and he'll find out.

[Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I kinda made this for fun and I really like seeing Bee!Readers! So here is the first installment of this, (possibly) series!]

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty In Pink!

Yandere south park! x Girly fem Reader!

Headers by pinterest

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.

[theyanderespecialist]

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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Sorry I've been out for a while (gone since feb 12th smh). I almost became homeless and I've been looking for a job (I got one). I also have to get another procedure done(woohoo disabilities). I'm still honoring the poll I did for what I should post next, but I am making it self indulgent by writing the reader with a disability, cause my life sucks.

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Damien Wayne x Tokyo Ghoul Reader

imagine!! : Damien Wayne is a complex character on his own , he has his own complex emotions and feelings that not many people can understand, que in a ghoul like sibling whom can comfort Damien in his hard times by reminiscing their own experience with them.

Edit : ty for the 48 likes!!!

part 2 , part 3

Damien knew from the beginning that he was difficult . He knew that if it wasn't for the fact that he was Bruce's only blood child and the fact that he's bloody good at handling a sword that no one would bat him a bloody eye.

It was no one's fault in the family, really. He couldn't blame them honestly. Not one of them fully grasp the concept of being a living breathing weapon . A tool only made to bring destruction and wrath to others . Simply a tool. They won't understand that his angry outbursts was just him trying to come to terms with the fact that he was human and humans don't result to anger for everything.

But grasping that concept is easier said than done . Not when he grew up not knowing the warmth of a mother's embrace or the loving scolding of a father when he ate cookies for breakfast . He grew up only knowing that he had to kill to live .Not everyone in this family can grasp that but one .

Y/n is an enigma . At first, he found them absolutely weird when he first met them . He always thought their one red eye was repulsive - absolutely monstrosity. He hated how quiet they were , the bloody fact that he was a trained assassin, and he couldn't hear nor detect them entering the same room as them absolutely pissed him off.

He hated the fact that they were way too good at offense and defense . He always recalled the first mission he went with them and observed how they had somehow skillfully unarmed ten of Joker's henchmen with a bloody rock. He hated them alot you could imagine until one faithful night.

It was after one of his many tantrums , honestly Bruce and bloody Dick were getting on his nerves by calling him a child, and it only escalated when Bruce threatened to send him board school . He was so pissed he just straight up left the mansion himself and sat out in the garden.

He hadn't expected them to follow him though and at first he wanted to bloody stab them - so he did , he threw a knife at them and instead of dodging or catching it , Y/n allowed to knife to pierce their shoulder.

They hadn't even wince just gave him a smile.

" I understood why you're mad, Damien." They voiced as they sat next to him.

Damien only scowl . " You understand me - that's hilarious " .

" I do, Damien . Do you think I wanted to be what I am ? I am only what I am because people want a weapon . They were far too weak and fragile to fight off their own problems for themselves so why not let an innocent child do it for them " they said as they ripped the knife out of their shoulder and threw it behind them.

Damien shared a knowing - an understanding look with them as he finally grasped what they meant . They were a weapon like himself. A shared silence consumed them .

" These twats don't get how - how angry I am " Damien finally muttered out.

Y/n shook her head in agreement .

" They don't understand the anger we carry is not just our own but the anger of an innocent child begging for their stolen youth back " y/n muttered back.

They turned to him and held his hand with a little squeeze . Damien looked at their intertwined hands with a little smile.

" Human contact feels nice," he muttered as he squeezed their hand back . Y/n only smiled back and from then on the two were inseparable.

Wherever Y/n lurked , Damien was right next to them and wherever Damien went , Y/n went with them. Whenever Dick took away Damien's swords , Y/n would always steal it back for him. Whenever Bruce was being a bit harsh on y/n for being blood thirsty , Damien would always stand up for them.

Thus the family was shocked to see Damien , a man of fury and blood lust bond with someone . Safe to say, many of the siblings were jealous of their strong bond .

So when Dick brought up the fact with Damien one day . " So you're allies with a weird ghoul who probably murders for fun -" he was met with a knife piercing his kneecap.

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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.

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The line from damien video, actor mark saying "acting like you dont have blood in your hands!" to damien makes me imagine that our sweet beloved mayor isnt so sweet... so may i request a horror damien? Something like how sinister he can really be when he put his mind into it :)

Sweet

I got several requests to continue my Yandere Damien idea, so I hope this answers your ask sufficiently! The mayor has a habit of letting his influence get to his head, and not caring about who is off limits to him.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: possessiveness, hypnosis, stalking, yandere Words: 692

You were so good for him. How he’d offer his hand to you and you’d take it with a smile on your face, his arm being a perfect perch for his little dove. How pretty you looked in your gilded cage of peppermint steam he created around you, how sweet you sang only for him. He cherished you, let you flourish, in all the ways he allowed you to. You’d sing along to those old croony tunes he loved on the record player, how he could watch you sing for hours.

But others started getting suspicious, how could they? They were just jealous of how much he loved you, wanted you for themselves. But he didn’t have time for such people, and neither did you. Did they not know how important he is? Only he held the key to your cage, and he was going to ensure it stayed that way.

“I heard you, Mark. You know how the papers are, they write rumors, hoping they catch on, and then they launch an investigation if it gains enough traction. Simple solution: squash it out when it starts.”

You overhear him speaking in his office as you make his morning tea, and something in the pit of your stomach says that this is important, that you shouldn’t just brush it off like you normally do. You know that Mark is one of his close friends, a friend from his childhood. But the way Damien spoke, it felt unnatural, like sharp talons grazing slightly up your back, a small suggestion of the pain he can inflict if he so desires. “I’m having my men take care of it this evening. No one will notice a thing, and those who do, won’t say a word. Not if they don’t want to go the same way as this nosey reporter.”

No, something is deeply wrong. You drop the spoon you were holding onto the ground, making a noise of surprise that seems to get his attention. He hangs up the phone and you hear the click of his cane against the hardwood floors, sending a chill up your spine instead of the usual warmth that it typically brings. You jump when he enters the room, eyes wide with fear. 

“Something the matter, dearest? Something concerning you?” Damien tilts his head at you, taking slow but deliberate steps towards you. You turn around quickly, backing up against the table, looking to the doors, seeing if there’s any quick way out. Surely you could outrun him if you needed to, he has a bad knee after all. “Were you eavesdropping, dearest?” His tone shifts, a darker sinister look in his eyes as he encroaches in your space. Bodyguards fill the doors with their shoulders, blocking your exits as you glance around, trying to look for another way out. “N-no Damien, I’m j-just tired- I-” He uses the head of his cane to lift up your chin to look into his eyes, the once inviting blue now a sharp icicle piercing through you, searching for evidence of betrayal. You watch as he sticks his hand into his pocket, the pop of a cork, and a small glass vial is shoved under your nose. You try to push him away, but he blocks you against the table. “Deep breath now, come on, no need for those dangerous thoughts of leaving. You're safe here, dove. My sweet thing…” The sweet smell of peppermint overwhelms your senses, making your brain fog until you no longer struggle, the smile returning to your face. He cups your face, his expression softening to the same inviting, charming smile he usually greets you with. “There we go, isn’t that much better?” “Y-yes, I was jus-” “Shhh, it’s okay. I know it’s scary, but you’re safe here. With just me.” He accepts you into his arms as he begins humming a sweet tune, one that you continue as he just holds you, bodyguards resuming their usual positions. 

He doesn’t have blood on his hands, he must keep his perfect white dove innocent and safe. But he has no issue in ordering subordinates to do it for him.