Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Damien felt the same way. This was a strange feeling for him. He'd had other loves in his life before her, but none of them even came close to what she meant to him. They were hollow shells of humanity, a small flicker of flame compared to the raging fire that was Elena. He felt that she deserved to know what he was feeling, that no matter how his voice sounded in her ears, she needed to hear his true voice. He knew she was ready for it this time. He opened that connection again, softly this time, knowing just where to push and slip into her mind.

Damian sat on the sofa with his breathing becoming more regular, though his face still looked dark. The wine in his glass was placed unceremoniously on the table, no longer attracting his attention. Yara, who was still sitting next to him, watched carefully. This is a chance to know more, she thought. If she could understand Damian's wounds, maybe she could find a way to conquer the man. "Damian," Yara called slowly, making sure her voice didn't provoke any more emotions. "I want to know something. About... Mrs. Dania. What exactly happened to her?"

Damien asked. "What ?" Damien's hand encircled her waist and he shifted her so that she was now sitting on his member, he was really hard and the sensation heated her up. "Do you feel that Raven?" Damien whispered in her ear. "How can I not?" Raven shifted some more and she relished at the moment as she saw how Damien was affected by her fidgeting. She was enjoying the power that she had over him. "Raven what are you doing?" Damien asked as his voice came out in a hoarse whisper. He clearly was trying so hard to hold back but he was failing at it miserably.

She turned and headed home, ignoring the young man, who looked at her again. The young man was Sir Damien, he took a picture of Arya and sent it to Anna to confirm if she was the one he came for. He had never meet Anna since their middle school, where he was basically someone who caused fear in her. During his early teen years, he had been diagnosed with the yandere syndrome and had to stay away from her. He received a text from Anna. “She’s the one. Go get her bro!” He smiled, getting back into his car.

"No, no, I'm not — I'm not doing this—" "Emily." Damien's voice, steady, unafraid. He stepped closer instead of away. --- "Damien, don't—" Her father's voice, urgent. Damien ignored him entirely, closing the last few feet of distance until he stood directly in front of her, close enough that the scent of his blood filled every part of her awareness, close enough that stopping herself should have been impossible. "I trust you," he said, quiet, certain. "Whatever's happening in you right now, I trust you more than I trust anyone else in this yard."

On the bright side I’m no longer horny, I’m sure I won’t be needing anything tonight. “So, we will see you inside.” Tyler nudges Cal to the door who hasn’t taken his eyes off Damian this whole time. What’s his deal? It’s not like we’ve hooked up lately. Yea when we were both in a dark place we comforted each other, okay we had sex, a lot of it. But that hasn’t happened in months. I wonder what’s up his ass. I give Tyler a look of thanks and an I owe you one when I look over at Damian who is fucking smirking at Cal like he won this round. Men, everything is a pissing contest.

Alicia said, voicing her disagreement. Damian smirked. "If having sex with me every day is what you are afraid of, then we can compromise and do it four times a week, morning and night." The color drained from Alicia's face as it turned pale. Obviously, Damian was a bad boy, like Jonathan. What was she expecting? After Damian had taken a bottle of cold water from the fridge in the sitting room, he opened it and gulped it down. The coolness of the water provided temporary relief.

Damian was glaring at both of us. “It’s over when I say it’s over,” Rylan growled, stepping toward him. Damian glared at me one last time, hatred in his eyes. “You’re mine, Lyra. You'll see." He turned and stormed off into the trees, leaving us behind. Rylan lowered as he came closer to me, his expression softening. “Are you alright?” I shook my head. “I…” I felt myself falling and then darkness.

When I came out, I found Bree sitting exactly where I left her—but her brows were furrowed, and she was staring hard at my phone like it had just told her a secret she didn't want to hear. "What?" I asked, walking back toward the bed. She slowly turned the screen to face me. "Who is Damian?" My heart jumped into my throat. I barely glanced at the screen before I snatched the phone from her hand. A text, bold and unread, glowing up from the screen. Damian: Couldn't stop thinking about how tight you felt around me last night. My desk still smells like you. Come ruin it again. My face flushed hot. Bree blinked at me, her expression serious. "Wait... Damian as in Damian Wolfe?"