Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader Novels & Stories

He uttered, his nose nuzzling the bridge of my neck, he sniffed me in and the air that escaped from his slightly parted lips tingled softly, making my groin ache for his skills. "Do you want to go to my house"? A jolt of electricity flashes through my veins. I know I want him too, but I have done a lot of bad stuff that I find myself completely unworthy of. And Damian, he's going to do anything to make sure I am stuck with him, he's sick and if only he would seek medical help, if only I haven't signed-up on that damn tinder. "Mum is making salad" Neymar added slowly, he might've seen my unwillingness or perhaps the crazy thing that goes on in my head, Damian is turning me into a freak, and i

His gaze flicked between the two women, cool and unreadable. “Darling,” Vanessa purred, turning toward him with a smile that transformed her face into charm incarnate. “I was just welcoming your new… assistant.” Damian’s expression didn’t shift. “I trust you were gracious.” “Of course.” Vanessa’s eyes glimmered as they lingered on Amara. “We were simply discussing… boundaries.” Amara felt the weight of Damian’s gaze land on her, steady, piercing. He didn’t speak, but the silence between them said enough - it was a test, and he was waiting to see how she’d respond.

Rough. Minimal. Cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. I scoffed lightly. “I don’t want to be.” I crossed my arms. “But I need to tell you about Damian.” Cain folded his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” That was…Unexpectedly easy. I took a breath. “Damian is a very sly man,” I began, putting extra emphasis on the word. “And he doesn’t need to be physically stronger than you to win.”

I had heard it just last night in the hallway, whispering dark, possessive promises in my ear. It was Leo. Damian’s hand slowly slid from my wrist, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a twisted, psychotic smirk. He didn't move away from me. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as the door handle rattled again. "Looks like my twin brother is looking for you, sweetheart," Damian whispered, his voice a dark, dangerous purr. "Let's see how long he can keep his hands off you when he realizes I already had a taste."

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

Even though she just stepped into the throne room, Emberlynn knew she heard everything. "That's right," Damien grinned, even though it didn't reach his eyes. He gripped her wrist, his hand tightening on it. "That's right, Ember," he repeated, "And I don't regret being the first man that fucked you. I ruined you for another werewolf, and I am fucking glad I did." Oh, goddess. Who the fuck had they mated her with? He wasn't Damien. No. She didn't see Damien in this man's behavior in front of her.

But the words barely registered. Aliyah just kept smiling. It was unnerving, the way she leaned forward every time Zinna mentioned Damien’s name. Like she was enjoying a private joke. “So,” she said finally, setting her drink down with a small, dramatic sigh. “Zinna, I didn’t know your brother was seeing someone.” Zinna blinked, surprised. “What?” “Damien,” she clarified, voice syrupy. “He didn’t tell you?” Zinna frowned slightly, shaking her head. “No, he didn’t mention anything. Wait—he’s seeing someone?”

All he could see was a bold, unapologetic, and addictive she-wolf. Damian reached down, hands gripping her arms firmly but gently, and pulled her to her feet. Still breathless, he dragged her close and kissed her—deep and slow, tasting himself on her tongue. His thumb stroked her jaw, and for a second, it almost felt tender. Damian exhaled a needy breath, his hand slid under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. “Are you sure you want this?” She nodded, slowly… deliberately. “Just… shut up and fuck me.”

“You’re safe now, Lena.” But Damian was quick to recover from the throw. He stood, panting, rage returning to his face. “You can’t have her!” Damian spat. “ She is my Luna and my mate. You only bought her because you need her—just like I do!” Kyler raised his eyebrows in mockery. “You are so delusional, Damian.” “Why play games with me when you know you don't even stand a chance of winning.” He scoffed, his voice was hoarse and deadly just enough to make one shiver.

Catherina’s voice echoed in his head, breathless, her whispers laced with lust as she begged his brother for more. Damian’s voice lowered, almost a whisper. “She was begging him as she rode his cock “Oh God… right there, yes, harder, just like that!’” He winced as the words left his mouth, reliving the moment he stood frozen, unable to look away. “Damian never fucks me like this! You’re the only one who can make me scream like that!” Catherina’s voice echoed in his mind, every word twisting the knife deeper. Her moans were desperate, her body moving against his brother like she was starving for him. The bed creaked, the sheets rustled, and it felt like a nightmare Damian couldn’t wake up fro