No! But listen the damian wayne al ghul yandere! Head cannons(from my on going blog pinned up.)
Warning!; violence, cncs, coaxing/gaslight, bruises, smut w plot, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, aged up! Damian, him being smitten(?) cringe dialog💗 fem reader. Him being a lil sweet(?)
Yan!damian who wouldnt even block any hits or scratches you make just so he would have any sort of markings of you! I could just see him looking a bit flustered when you actually land in any good hit or kick. Since he is always the one having the upper hand all the time.
Yan!damian literally has heart eyes whenever you're trying to rip his face off with your teeth or gouge out his eyes and eat them to spite him, he truly is in love. Not just because of your kindness but soon enough how you tried to convince yourself you weren't crazy like him.
The way he eases you whenever he pushes himself in, feeling your walls clench and suckle. God, the way whenever you hit and drum at his chest lowly grows weak and your muscles no longer tense. Soon your arms wrapping around his shoulders you'd be balanced.
Even he leans in so you could bite him and have more areas to scratch and mark, the scent of you he could only remember than bottle, but if there was an option to he'd do it.
The wetness and erotic sounds coming out of your body, every snap of his hips and the 'plap plap plap' becoming more audible, just like every mewl and whimper that comes out. A hot messy opened mouth kiss so he could swallow any sound you made, since it only was for him.
Yan!damian is in heaven, or hell. Either way he is enjoying it, he no longer felt your anger towards him which was a little disappointing at first since he really wanted to break your ankles if you escaped one more time so you could truly be only dependant on him. There is no option in leaving.
Yan!damian is a SUCKER for any bite marks and visible red marks either on his arm or neck, just anywhere in general. And when the first month hits when your finally coaxed into accepting your life in that underground house he built for the two of you. Good god he is over the moon! When he sees that you arent even trying to escape or become less hostile it was an improvement. He wears that shit like a fucking trophy, he would never admit it out loud but it feels like you made him whole.
To fill his greed, he only wanted you. The love you gave, the peace of your presence and the flesh you'd fill him with.
Yan!damian finally lets you out after he is sure you wouldn't run away, he found it so cute whenever you seemed surprised or happy over the smallest thing. Your first official date happened to be in an expensive carnival he had driven too, he would watch from the corner of his eye when you had opened the window to let in the fresh air to hit your face.
But of course he would always be there even whilst on the carnival date, even the bathrooms. He had made you dress down and wore baggy clothing and a cap so you wouldnt be recognized as the missing person from last year.
Yan!damian watching you stuff your face with whatever food that seems to interest you, or items you wanted him to buy so you could decorate your dead looking room. Of course he always seem to heed, but it was always attached with a bit of a remark since he found your eagerness a bit childish(even if it made him happy you no longer were shutting down on him.) it was a nice change, you practically looked ridiculous with the amount of things you were carrying that he couldnt carry since his hands were also full and how he had to practically drag you away from the ring tossing games(you lost two times already)
Reader; "please just one more round!" Pleading to him whilst he dragged you away, he was growing a little too wary since the stall owner was looking at your face too long. Why should he be looking when there isnt anything to look at?(Not that he'd let you be with anyone else anyways..)
"No way, And you already have enough gelato and fries. Your going to vomit when we go home." He stated gruffly, using that logic as you solemnly nodded in a huff whilst following him holding his hand out of instinct.
Yan!damian God the way his heart jumped out when you held his hand, just grabbing his three fingers since it was easier to hold that way. And so you both had driven home content, you were asleep in the back seat with all the things you bought that couldnt be fitted into the trunk. (And of course he was forced to carry you bridal style out since he didn't want to wake you up, it was rather easy manhandling you now that he didn't hesitate like he'd break you.)
I hope u guys enjoyed even if it was a small blurb^_^
Interesting point but these are for all my voters💗 enjoy!🎂
Warnings!; violence, blood, reader being a lil dumb, highschool au, damian being manipulative over stupid stuff, reader being drunk and falling onto the floor.
Oblivious!reader, literally damian showing up covered in blood in his robin costume in Halloween. "Wow damian, I never knew you were into this type of thing, cool costume by the way!"
Damian was about to confess, how he will die and kill for you showing up randomally in your room when you were done changing, maybe its best to keep you in the dark about this.. "uhh yeah, I made it myself."
"no way that's so cool!" Well your costume just got diy'd so it wasn't as realistic as his, but you didn't even question the blood since in your head halloween was supposed to be scary and that blood definitely suits him.
Smiling rather dopily hand in hand with him as you both went to the school party, you were gushing about how excited you were to take pictures in the photo booth with him and going to your house for a sleepover.
Damian hid his nature well, and his coldness around your parents which made him welcomed there without them even batting an eye.
Oblivious!reader was just happy she got to spend time with her boyfriend, I could see her accidentally getting drunk because the punch was laced with some alcohol and she had bumped into someone causing her to fall face first into the floor accidentally breaking her nose.
Damian having to leave with you rather early because of it(though he probably didnt enjoy it as much as you because you were stuck to your friends by the hip which he somewhat hates.)
"your so careless, and dont touch your nose your just going to irritate it." He scolded whilst dragging you back home since you kept stumbling.
"hey! Dont blame me— blame the guy who laced the punch you pussay boy!!" You exclaimed making him huff, he did blame the person who did it by breaking his nose too and pushing him in the pool. But he was more annoyed that he was now stuck with this annoying blabbering girlfriend of his. "Seriously you need to find more creative insults than 'pussy boy' beloved."
He huffed, well he is hoping the plans to get your parents out of the house works.
Oblivious!reader staring at him for a good amount of time whilst damian was showering with reader, something they did often when she ever got clingy like this. "Stop staring, pervert." He couldnt help but quip, but her eyes didnt move away. Sure he liked your attention, he liked the way his appearance makes you feel but he also couldnt help wonder why. "Why do you have a new scar?" Huffing in a worried pout, it was a new scar. Much newer than the other faded white ones he had, he already had an answer since he knew you'd ask. "Nothing, just got into a bit of a fight over something dumb." He answered whilst rinsing off the blood staining his skin, relishing on the cool water against hid terse skin. "Did you win?" Soon asking after a good silence in two seconds. "Of course I do, I always get what I want."
"your so cocky sometimes."
"damn right I am."
Oblivious!reader literally just in her house sleeping, mind you it's in the middle of the night and damian as robin breaking into her room while asleep.
He just snuggled up after changing into her clothes. You didnt even think of anything as he just lay beside you, wrapping your arm around him and the best part was you didnt even wake up.
And even tomorrow you just thought he had crashed by and you just forgot about it.
It was a rather small blurb since Im rushing this in the bathroom 😭#functionalwriter.
Warning; damian in your closet, clothes stealing, shit dialog, feet fetish(?) aka shoes. Reader is unhinged, she likes hellokitty😬
Yan!reader; *just staring intently at Damian literally in her closet.* "What the fuck are you doing?? *She wasnt even shocked, the only thing she was shocked about was how he holding up your favorite top you got in a thrift store probably good will.*
Yan!damian; "your fashion is as dry as your come backs beloved, Im getting you a new wardrobe." *Because as beautiful as you look in these clothes he cannot fathom how his future wife is shopping for second hand clothes, it is absurd!*
Yan!reader; "first off rude, second of all. GET OUT MY DAMN CLOSET!"
*You literally doing the most random day to day thing.*
Yan!reader; "I wish you were big enough to make me fit inside if I skin you as my birthday suit."
Yan!damian; 👁️👄👁️ what the fuck, no seriously Im considering sending you to arkham one day.
Yan!reader; kinky, I always wondered what its like to be in a straitjacket whilst being fu–
Scenario!; highschool sweethearts au, teen au, highschool bs, damian being overprotective
Warning!; stalking, voyeurism, breaking an entry, kidnapping, murder&burying the body, reader 100% supportive/enabler, shit dialog, tracking device, sweet teen shit, reader also a yan! Fem!reader
Yan!damian who kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him together, its surprising with how cold and indifferent he usually is(like a damn tsundere)
Its raw, deep and passionate it usually gets you all hot and bothered with how he does it so seamlessly, how his tongue and scent hit you like a truck. It's a force of habit he does since it's what he needs rather than a want, he wants to feel you, hold you. It's like the end of the world since for him it probably is, with his vigilante work and all that being exposed to more larger and stronger opponents, and you know how much he enjoys pushing his physical limits.
Yan!damian who holds you like a lifeline whenever you two cuddle, especially at those cold afternoons where you two aren't doing school work or anything. Usually he has you on top of him since it's easier to trap you that way, it doesn't matter if you're heavy or not since he probably could lift a damn closet and chuck it at someone.
"do you know I love you right?"
Now that isnt to be taken lightly for him, he dedicates life, loyalty and anything he has to you. Like what you do to him, it's not a match made in arkham more like hell with how he acts. Always stalking you in the school halls if he could, whisking you away from your friends whenever he has time or its lunch.
Its usually harmless.
Till his jealousy got the best of him, but this was Damian we were talking about. His emotions always had a vice on him, now he stands there in your room, with a human shaped bag that smells of death.
"he deserved it hayati, we need to get rid of it." He stated matter of factly.
"of course you're dragging me into this, and don't put that on my bed."
Pushing off the bag letting it roll like a limp sushi on the floor. He really needs to check his manners, and it didn't help that he came when your parents were asleep downstairs!
"your lucky Im your girlfriend."
Already getting up to get the hand held saw and rubber gloves since you didnt want to be messy, and you were probably going to have to wear a shirt you dont like so it could be burned.
"damn right, I'll be waiting for you in the car."
"yeah but bring that shit with you, I dont want it stinking up my room." Reminding since he seems to forget your just a civilian who cant lift 50+ pounds.
Yan!damian never felt this in love before, he know it is with how his heart is always thumping hard against his ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage, his eyes dilated and everything you do seem to capture his attention.
You're literally covered in blood, the cleaver hacking away at the upper part of the guy's body whilst he did the bottom half since it would be quicker. Maybe he enjoys doing this because he could see you in that red substance that makes you more alluring, this man deserved it. It repeated in his head over and over, trying to justify his own sick actions. But he has been doing this for years, you seemed to not care but still heavily scolded him for doing so.
The nerve of him.
You thought, he was always so casual with this but it was annoying how he couldnt even wait a full year! Sure this was a one time thing but truly you thought he might have gone a whole year without killing anyone.
Maybe its because you expected too much, well your helping him now so there is no turning back...
After doing that you both drove out of gotham with those parts, 30 minutes. Thats all you both had before having to go back so after a good drive he stops at a random area and starts digging three inch holes to let nature decompose the body faster.
You dragged the upper part of the torso trying not to trip on the veins around the area before putting it in the biggest hole, and he did the rest in putting the other parts away.
Yan!damian is now in your apartment just finished up showering, and of course he is wearing one of your clothes. A plain black fitted top and sweats you rarely use now because of how you had many types of nighties, of course you were tired with all the dragging and driving so immediately you passed out when the pillows hit your head after cleaning up.
Damian knew police wouldn't really look anywhere outside gotham and usually 24 miles so the body wouldn't be found, it would probably rot and be eaten by bugs and create mushroom spores since the location was filled with trees and greenery so it would fit right in.
Time skip
Its been a few months from that on so you had probably forgotten about it but its somewhat still fresh on his mind.
Yan!damian always checking up on you, walking you to your classes and giving you food(?) he always says "I just thought you might have forgotten breakfast, take it." Or "I heard you like this candy/drink/food so I bought it since I passed by 711."
Trust me this man doesnt eat anything he doesn't find fitting, gummies? That's not halal, chocolate? But its not dark chocolate so no.
It is hard to read him and know what he liked but you managed, he liked art but that one was too obvious and the animals part too. He's a sucker for sweets but only the good stuff.
Of course yan!reader also keeps tabs on him, all in the hopes of keeping track, spiking the food you made for him with a nano tracking device so it would stick in his esophagus. It's small enough he wouldn't notice but could at least track him inside or outside of gotham which was worth the effort on making it.
Yan!damian holding your hands when you complained of being cold even though you had three layers on, a shitty excuse he obviously indulges since he likes to hold you in some way.
"do you want to check out the new cat cafe with me?" He just suddenly asks, he cant help it. Usually on patrols he keeps track of stores and quiet places that might be perfect for a date, his rough warm hands somewhat tightening on your softer ones.
"sure damian, what time?"
"3pm in the afternoon, dont be late."
Ngl I made it a sweet ending bc I was kinda stuck in the whole murdering people part so I made it a little wholesome(even if its not, stop looking at me weird😭)
Warnings!; stock home syndrome, cnc, AGED UP DAMIAN!, cscnc, kidnapping, being held captive, chaining, p n v, fingering, voyeurism, drugging, being manipulative, blood. Pls comment if I missed anything(^^), college au, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I REPEAT!!, somnophilia, dacryphilia, reader wasnt able to escape, happy ever after(?), damian being a stalker etc. long ahh fanfic, fem!reader, violence(duhh ) spanking, virginity taking, straitjacket and light bondage, sadist damian(?) on going!(Probly two more stories)
It was never meant to be this painful. You felt your head pounding against skull whilst everything around felt like a haze, a thin sweat covering your forehead with how hard your trying to regain some bit of clarity to whatever the hell is happening.
All you remembered was your classmate; Damian. You and him were supposed to be doing a project at his place, at first you're rather nervous to come in your rather casual attire since everything about him was pristine and opulent to a suffocating degree.
But thankfully enough it wasn't the wayne manor, rather another house. It wasn't a mansion but it was still more than enough than your college budget could afford; a two story house, it looked well kept yet its old fashioned american architecture could say otherwise, but it was nice like the well trimmed garden.
You had walked the gravel to his front patio, it crunching every step till you finally walked up the wooden steps to his door.
A soft breath is let out of you, before ringing the door bell. Waiting whilst you looked around, his neighbours were rather quiet, probably asleep at this time but the hour was an early evening... Brushing it off when he finally opened the door, he greeted with a curt nod and a slight smile before letting you in.
It was all fine, the project and power point went on well without him butting in and saying something was wrong with your analogy or what not when adding something into the presentations power point; he was oddly cooperative, a soft hum left your lips pleased seeing how his laptops lock screen was of his animals and dog(titus).
"I didnt know you had a cow." Musing when he came back with a chilled canned latte of coffee, he handed you one.
"thats titus, great dane." He said cooly, it was oddly endearing whilst you finally finished the power point.
"thanks, I never privy you for a dog person." Not helping to jab since he didnt look like a person who'd enjoy anything at all. Opening the can as its satisfying crackle sounded when opening the tab, drinking the stimulant concoction. At least he knew your sweet tooth.
"well I do like animals, not just dogs. I also have a cow."
That made you chuckle a bit lowly, trying not to spit out your own drink. It wasnt out of mockery but by how oddly sweet and out of character it is for him, or what you believed so.
"well you might as well make a whole farm with the collection of animals you have."
He smiled, at that. Not because it was some witty remark that amused him even if it did. It was the way that anesthetic worked wonders, and how easily you seem to ease in and pass out onto his floor.
Thats what is happening right now, he was carrying you somewhere. Your limp body being carried like it was the most precious thing on earth, he could smell your shampoo and perfume from how close you were whilst he carried you to your room.
Well not your actual room, but a room he built for you underground, where no one would even think to look. He was much more clever than to leave out any evidence that you were even in the house in the first place.
He knew you didnt have any roommates, he knew your hobbies, where you live, and multiple routes to that shabby apartment you lived in.
It angered him.
Not at you but at the things he could have done if he just acted sooner.
But he wanted to wait, to see if you were the one. He doesnt need to think twice anymore.
It felt like a dream when he layed you onto your new bed and room, how peaceful you looked when asleep. And how easy it was to strap that heavy metal chain on your ankle to prevent you from escaping, or even moving properly with how thick it was.
Damian wasnt an idiot.
He knew he shouldnt be in a very loud area filled with people and with his budget he practically could rent out the whole block of his neighbour hood if he wanted. Which he did.
No witnesses, only him driving to an unmarked place where not even his father or the other robins would go, somewhere far from the irky muck of gotham.
His hand gently caressed your unconscious face, sliding his knuckles against the softness of your skin, him crouching to get a better look at your face when he did so.
He couldnt leave you alone.
Well, not where he doesnt know where you are.
You were so gullible, he seemingly made it easy to look harmless and scrawny. A personality he created all for you .
Soft smiles here and there, his handsome face and rich background made it impossible for anyone to suspect.
Just like how easily he lied.
But it was all for you.
He wasnt going to let you go, not when you're already in his snare.
He sighed mentally scolding you for how easy you were to target, you werent air headed... Well sometimes you were, but it was always in the comfort of other people.
His hand glided over the appliances he bought for this room; the bed, the closet filled with the clothes he thought you'd like, soon going out of the room.
He made sure it was perfect.
He made sure you could never fight back. So he wouldnt have to hurt you.
That thought crossed his mind many times but he made sure. He needed you to be hopeless, it would be much easier to break you then, but time would just go by and then he'll finally have his answer.
When you finally woke up the first thing was to panic, the pink walls and the soft glow of the orange lamp beside you. Practically jumping out of the bed but when you stood nausea hit you like a truck, the bitter acidic taste on your tongue and throat before stumbling back down onto the bed.
Something heavy and cold weighing on your ankle.
"what the fuck." Muttering tugging on the chain, the door was closed and unlocked but by how long this chain is you could only walk around this stupid room and to the bathroom.
Your first instinct was to scream, and so you did. For thirty minutes straight before giving up, and so right now your trying to pry off the lamp stuck to that night stand which ALSO was stuck to the ground.
It was obvious who ever the hell kidnapped you thought it through and it made you so irritated and at the same time scared.
Because what could they possibly want from you? You were rich thats for sure so what do they want??
Hours seem to pass before the door opened, and you were shocked to see no one else but damian holding a tray of food.
Your shock soon turned into anger as you screamed, to why he kidnapped you and why the hell you were chained in this creepy kiddish room.
But he didnt answer. "Answer me you psycho!"
That made his jaw clenched before putting down the food tray onto the desk on the foot of the bed. "Please, calm down beloved—" he tried to assure, keeping his tone calm and level headed which obviously you didnt fucking buy.
"NO I WONT CALM DOWN! And stop calling me that you weirdo, let me out!"
He knew you'd act like this, like everyone else but he didnt budge. "You are never leaving this place alright? Whether you like it or not."
He announced leaving no room for argument before he left, you just sat there on your bed angry tears from the throbbing of your head and how powerless you felt. But there is one thing he could never do is let you give up, not when you had a life ahead.
You weren't stupid enough to throw the food away, and eating with caution since he last drugged you made you pass out and made you stuck here in the first place.
The desk seemed heavy and clean, made of some fancy wood you know. The food wasnt much to die for; just oatmeal and some fruit with water and half of a ham sandwich he probably bought from subway.
Begrudgingly eating as you wondered, even if your body felt like it was too weak to even stand without falling into the floor.
How long were you out for?
Days felt like years, realizing his pattern. Usually he comes whenever he thinks your asleep or occupied but you stubbornly keep ignoring him or beg to be let free. Even hitting and scratching more than once which he quickly shut down.
His punishments werent kind either, he would force you in a straitjacket to avoid you from moving, even letting you stay in there for days and only some minutes where he'd let you out just to go in the restroom.
But whenever you were in the straitjacket he'd let you roam outside the room, you realized how there was no windows or doors leading out meaning it must be an underground system where he is holding you in.
Lony eeri dim halls that seem to stretch and some open areas that were supposed to mimic a house or whatever he is trying. The vents were always too small and too high for you to crawl out off.
The loneliness hit you like a truck which seemingly was just the first month of you being kept here, some nights you'd just sob into your pillow or not eat as much as you did which he oddly was quick to notice.
Some foods you used to like no longer interested you which he also stopped buying, he could see the soft hope and light in your eyes grew to fade. Yet he never comments, he always speaks to you as if this was the most normal thing, he keeps giving nicknames that sometimes you didnt even understand. It made you cringe half the time "beloved" or "habibti" or some other arabic endearment.
You had started to draw as a hobby, to keep you from going insane with how your practically stuck here having to put up with his stupid rules and his stupid face. He only gave you oil pastels to avoid you from making a weapon to hurt him or yourself.
But he knew the best to do for you, right? He knew you were awake whenever you pretended to sleep, letting him hold your face if he wanted, to just stare at the only time you ever seem to be at peace.
It seemed as the weeks went by you caught yourself always looking at the doors, usually the places he'd enter. But there is no way your actually expecting him to come in, he kept coming back later than some days.
Its as if you were starting to actually miss him, but there is no way... He was the one who made you feel like a doll; meant to be looked at and touched and nothing more than that. And he sometimes stick your poor drawing onto the fridge like your child which infuriated you.
But there was one incident you never forgot, when you tried to gouge out his eye balls with your finger.
Now your bound and over his lap. In his dark gravely voice he spoke; "your counting all of these, and if you make one mistake were going through it ten fold."
His heavy hand then struck down, counting the first hit. "One–" managing to choke out as his leg caught your flailing legs as you, he knew you werent going to be let off easily and out of his own sick desire he is stretching this punishment to hold along more.
With every strike you seem to lose a part of your dignity and pride, 17. It was all he was going too count, but why that number? It felt like a terribly odd number and one you knew you'd loose yourself too.
Even after he finished, he noticed the slickness between your thighs. "Just as I thought, but dont fret.. Im sure you'd enjoy the next punishment." Your body was limp on his thigh, your legs slightly trembled when his rough hand gently squeezed your reddened rear. This was humiliating, its as if he really wanted to break you.
Now you were blind folded and finally in that straitjacket again as much as you dreaded, laid out in a surgical table as your feet and body were also bound as you cussed and yelled at him.
Soon a heavy slap came to your thigh from a belt, choking on your own breath as hot angry tears started to fall as you tried to do the latter— to convince him that you didnt want to be hurt; not when you couldnt see, it only terrified you even more.
"please- damian, I didnt mean too. I just wanna go home!" Pleading falling into deaf ears as another blow hit, right as your hip making you jump.
"No, I don't think its right. You tried to kill me, and now your going to face the consequences of your actions." He states, his eyes calculating and dark watching your half bear form as you squirmed, the slickness that shined between your thighs was enough to make him swallow his own desire.
The rough pads of his thumb finding your clit making you yelp, rough tight circles went into a slow pace but deliberate enough you'd choke in your own words. "Ng—! Wait damian please- stop–!"
It was great, how powerless you were, and those soft noises you made he wanted to hear more. He could see you clenching on nothing as you mockingly chuckled darkly whilst continuing his ministration.
A soft noise that sounded like a choked mewl let out from your throat as you plead to stop died down, your trembling body arching painfully as you still were crying, he was hoping it was out of pleasure than anything. "Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He continued to rub tight harsh circles on your clit, the slick dripping down to your inner thighs which he collected with his index before going in.
A soft gasp letting out from you. "You're drenched, and here this was supposed to be your punishment. Maybe I am being too lenient with you." He hissed with desire dripping from his tone, his hands soon exited out, the friction you wanted gone, a whimper coming out of you much to his sick amusement. "Dont worry, your such a fucking slut for seemingly enjoying this." But before you could say anything he shifted away.
"well I guess I should start, you arent leaving this room until its morning." He soon stuck a vibrator taped to your clit before he set it to the middle setting, to your already raw and spent clit, it was a harsh yet overstimulating feeling of pleasure and pain that ripped into you. "Mhph— damian–! Dami please!" You didnt even know what your asking for as your mind went blank, the sudden prod of his digits going into you as your legs strained under the bindings. "Too much!" You whined out as his fingers made a come here motion, your tightness squeezing his digits since your fingers were never that big as his. It made your head throw back at the cool metal beneath you whilst he hummed, satisfied with your reaction. Thats it, he wanted you to feel it, to feel him inside but he cant rush. Not yet...
He wanted to make your first time with him special.
He didnt comfort you, at the searing stretch that deliciously went in. Lewd squealing wet noises coming out from the slickness of your puffy pussy, clenching like it was trying to push him out before his movements grew bolder.
Every mewl whimper and whine he seemed to relish in, he was a bit happy you seemed to be taking pleasure in it. Or the way your body was responsive to him. It stroked his pride and ego, to how he could make you feel like this. It was a delight he couldn't help but enjoy, every noise you make, the way your walls clench around his fingers and he could see your toes curl whenever it hit that special spot inside you.
He could finally feel you.
He could feel how close you were, the way your body halted its tremor and seemingly trying to concentrate on how the tips of his fingers rammed into your cervix, a soft muffled whimper with your bottom lip being bitten as a strangled cry let out.
That was good, he thought watching you fall apart to his fingers alone. He ignored the throb of his own dick in his slacks, he didnt want to admit his desire not yet.
"poor girl, so pathetic and too horny to think of anything else." He coaxed softly, kissing your temple before withdrawing his fingers. The played with the sticky substance in his fingers before out of his own need he put his digits into his mouth. A groan of satisfaction letting out of his chest. "So fucking good." He cursed, eyes rolling back when he closed them, you tasted so sweet and tangy on his tongue, it felt like oozing caramel on his fingers. His tongue working licking and swallowing every bit of you, groaning at the taste. He finally got what he always dreamt of, every wet dream he got now here played out into the table, he could see how your limbs turned to jelly laying limply.
"so beautiful, as always.." he muttered lowly to himself, before you could even come down from your own high his plan did need to break you thoroughly.
Taking the vibrator off your twitching clit, he could see your nipples poking out in relief as you sighed, probably feeling tired. "Were not done yet." He said yet again.
"didnt I say were going to be stuck here all night?"
You couldnt even think properly as he shoved in that vibrator, and another egg shaped vibrator , and another till you practically were filled to the brim. A soft whimper letting out whenever he opened each single one of them.
He had all night, it was a weekend after all and maybe you didnt know that, a sick evil grin on that stupidly handsome face, a sick perversion he has been hiding for everyone except you. Since you were the enigma of it. The drive to what he has become now, or what he would like to say.
Time skip
Finally the alarm from his phone rang; finally it was the early morning 5;30, he sighed as he looked at his screen for a moment then back at your wet broken figure, when the last vibrator finally was at low battery, a strangled relieved mewl finally let out from you as he walked over.
He saw the mess you made, your juices dripping out of the table and your tired teary eyes looked glossy when he took off the blind fold from your eyes. "Are you still there?" He had the gall to ask, looking back at him dumbly when he started to unbuckle your straitjacket and the binds from your leg. Sex filled the air like an intoxicating fume, but it wasnt unpleasant, his own arousal as hazed as your vission.
Finally you were behaving, not fussing and no back talk or trying to claw his eyes. He carried you out of that room as he walked, your arms around him while he carried you to his bathroom where he had a bathtub that oddly fitted both of you. He already began to strip as the warm water filled when he opened the knobs, sitting on the toilet as you leaned back, exhausted and trembling, slick still sticky between your plush thighs.
He hummed softly whilst scrubbing your hair, he watched as your back slumped on his stomach. The scent of his shampoo on your head as he was rather quiet, you looked down at the waters whilst scrubbing your body with the wash cloth he gave.
"what made you call me beloved?"
Suddenly asking stunning him for a bit, its the first thing you asked after being so quiet for so long. "Nothing, I just found it befitting." He said before adding, explaining further why;
"its what my parents use to talk to each other, specifically my mother."
That was actually sort of cute, that he would copy his parents way of showing love, you wondered if its also because he kidnapped you.
"thats cute.." muttering whilst soon washing your face with the warm water.
Your body ached as he carried you out of there after drying you, uncharacteristically cooperative, he was wondering if your planning another escape. "Do you want to go out?"
He finally asked watching you put on deodorant that he'd bought(since he bought everything you used to mascara, soaps and even deodorant since maybe its because you liked not having anything different)
"really?" Finally after the many months of trying to make you happy, a glimmer shined in your eyes, glossy and something real.
"yeah."
"but only in the garden."
Ehh, thats close enough, to finally feel the sun on your skin again and see something other than steel and bleak colors. It made you finally smile softly.
Standing up off the bed as you walked following him, not caring if you didnt have shoes on since as long as you were out.
Both going to a tunnel he never let you out, walking a long path of stares exhausting you for a bit before opening the outside. An inside of an abandoned warehouse greeted you, old cars piled here and there but you didnt mind as you stared in awe finally seeing something different.
Following him to the outside, he opened the rusty old door slightly before exiting. It wasnt that much of an eye candy but there was over grown weeds and grass but none the less you were delighted, after putting on slipper you ran around the space of grass, sometimes crouching to pick up some flowers or weeds you found interesting, collecting them with your left hand.
He watched from a distance, leaning on the abandoned structure of the warehouse. He knew it was pointless to run away since you were no longer in gotham, he had it specifically located in the middle of nowhere yet there was still a way back to the city where he could go sometimes.
Finally you came back, messy even after you showered before carrying back the mess of weeds and flowers with you. "You arent getting that back in the house." He warned, begrudgingly having to give up the flowers and leaving them on the head of a car. "Fine, but Im taking this one."
Putting the small flower on your hand before walking back inside to the bunker like place he called 'home'
2 weeks later
For a few days you had been calm, unproblematic and surprisingly clingy to him. Well you craved human interaction and he was the only person you even get to see in real life, now you two were on the couch, watching a movie about something you didnt care as you were on top of him cuddling much to his delight that he didnt show.
"Im leaving for the city for a few weeks, and I cant visit you.." he finally broke the comfortable silence, his words slightly confusing you. Why is he leaving you here? Alone? Is he even sure about this? Maybe it was just your paranoia taking over. "Really? And why cant you visit me?"
Not helping to prod as he didnt look you in the eye when speaking. "Just work related things, the fridge has 5 months of food and meat. Make sure to eat the fruits before they rot, and you still have a good amount of chocolate too. But dont eat them all in one sitting."
Since the last time you got kitchen banned was because you ate a weeks whole of chocolate bars you really liked, besides the time you tried to stab him with a plastic knife(which obviously didnt work)
"Im not gonna eat it all in one sitting." Well that was an obvious lie, but whatever your mind wants to believe its fine..
You stared at him, is he serious? You dont know if you could handle not even being able to see or even contact him since there is nothing but a smart TV you didnt know how to use. Because he was rich and of course he had to do that—.
"promise to come straight back." Not helping to plead, but you tried to make it sound as demanding and as annoying as you could to hide your concern.
"I will beloved, I promise."
And the next day he left early in the morning, he didn't even wake you up, only a note stuck on the fridge with a strawberry magnet reading; 'dont eat all the chocolates'
Oh course he'd write that, a soft huff leaving your nose before continuing to read; 'and the other rooms are opened for you.'
The other room? Oh, yes you nearly forgot about that one since he was worried you'll keep rampaging and destroying things like that poor rice cooker.
The days went by and you had explored every nock and crack in the whole underground labyrinth of a house; there was a library, a gym, a sauna, and a locked metal door that reeked of rott you didn't open. If he was so calm about kidnapping you, killing and torture wouldnt be beneath him either.
You sighed sitting on his bed reading a book you took out of the library waiting for his return, this felt normal, and you miss him.
A whiff of his pillow as you nuzzled laying on the side, missing him already would feel like a shame. It made you seem needy but you'd never admit that to his face since it would only stroke his ego if you did tell...
Your eye lids grew heavy like the small bit of doubt in your stomach.
Is he coming home?
Its cold when you're the only one warming the bed, what an asshole.
No, because the only right way/what I think is when Damian finally becomes an adult he either becomes these three things which I love or hate or both.
1# Doctor, because all and all he is more ahead than his peers not only in intellectually so but also by his experience its the most normal future for him and I am actually pushing for it to be so since(as a fan) I dont like him always suffering and be this sort of edgy thing that boys idolize because of how misunderstood his character is even in writing.
But I also would like to mention about him still saving lives without outwardly being a hero, he wants to save people but his now(healthy) mindset doesn't have to truly think he needs to sacrifice his own life for another person. Like alfred, because that trauma and how the comics portray his death as something impactful, Damian even has memories or flashback.
His death meant something, it meant something for Damian as a person.
And him forgiving Bane was just the tip of the meaning of what alfred was trying to tell him and jason(I think)
How he could not only rebirth but forgive, how he isnt always arrogant and to even put his own pride down to work with others.
And thats why I like damian being a doctor so much😔 because of not only alfred but how I think its the healthiest options for the next two Im going to talk about.
2# Him being the Demon head, yes I know it's very far from the first one but HEAR ME OUT! It's just that I enjoy the thought of him being something of a leader like Ra's but he doesn't commit to the madness it has with it because what I noticed about damian is that he wants control. Himself and others, how he could develop and actually use the organization he leads to do good.
Because what balances heroes in villains(In my point of view) is dirty work.
Corrupt officials, organized crime etc. As hard as it is to believe, I think Damian wouldn't want heroes to kill because of their own moral dilemma about a situation that is related to them(either a family member getting killed, or them being tempted to actually kill since THEY know that the person either wouldn't get punished or they truly think there is no other good enough punishment for them whether in law or jail)
Him killing those actual sick and twisted people TO help in not turning a hero into something of a criminal is rather righteous(or what I hope the writers are going to do🙏😭)
But the only down side to this want of mine is the ships trying to but in to who is better as a partner for him in this timeline. Bc I dont see flatline even staying that long, neither raven or even mari(graysons kid😬)
3# being Batman, yes he was literally waiting and trained to be just like him. Because he is the skilled in actually putting people in their place but I think he will never truly outdo cass or grayson in that pole because he resorts to violence and probably would kill. But he also understands the criminals, to why when and how they become the way they are and he knows that there is always hope for them. Because he was the example, he reflected, if he had a robin by his side who was just like him. That would be a good time to self reflect, his own faults he has to admit(just like bruce when he was a kid)
Its best to say that he will definitely be as reckless as before, but his main goal in gotham is probably control. How he needs to know everything, his obsession with protecting his own home just like his fathers because in the city where he is he sees people trying to get by and survive and he is the only person who is going to do that since he is far farr from corruption since he himself if rich(CANONICALLY)
But what I dont like about this is that the writers😞 because I read on a different issue when he turned to batman he was killing these people instead of rehabilitating them like his father did, and usually in this type of rant I would avoid the topics that might cause problems with how my audience sees and thinks about it but this is just a rant after all(so no outwardly seeking hating on the ppl that write bc im not a dc writer I repeat!)
I think I was a little bit too dramatic on this rant so apologies for that😬 but its just my personal opinion because even as a reader I do get a bit irritated with how the story does go but I still read it(bc the art is ALWAYS good)
AND IT STILL FUCKING IS! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET A FANFIC I CAN REPOST W THESE TWO😈🙏
Small head cannon! Raven 100% without a doubt being a cryptid gf who only has a soft spot for beast boy, he will probably use it to tease her(which either goes well or doesnt but he sure ass hell is still either way)
Raven is probably secretly very protective of gar since he is still a human and compared to her she doesn't want to see something bad happen to her let alone die.
She probably does something rather cheesy she would rather DIE than admit; that she wears his shirt under her robe because the scent of him is comforting.
Got me giggling and shit over here 😭🙏💗✨
They truly have my heart frl, the only couple I like tbh.
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His pov; some sweetness for his unhinged/yandere reader fic bc we love a bit of angst😔
Warnings!; viol
Small blurb of somethin'
Yan!Reader trying to convince(gaslight)yan! Damian.
But his pov💅✨
Try to find which one is more manipulative!(^^)
Nah but frl Im just doing this for my own want bc there is nothing to do😢 and reader has a power(that vamp thing from my other fic)
Warnings!; violence(typical), blood, yan!reader trying to act nonchalant😔, damian isnt aged up in this ver, fluff, gaslighting/coaxing, CRINGE DIALOG!, damian thinking its probly just girl stuff(and also damian forcing to knock out reader) very sweet couple moments, gross sad reader, sassy damian, insecure reader
"I am the only friend you need." You said to him one randomly while cuddling with him in his room(which you broke into but he stopped caring when it kept happening for a month, still grumbles about it but doesnt really lock his windows anymore because of it.)
"but I dont have any friends." He just threw at you casually which confused you, seeing as your head tilted her head to him like some confused dog. "Why? Isnt jon your friend??" Suddenly asking, he was but he knew well.
"do you see him as a threat to us?" Well that made you pause for a moment, not really... He doesnt like damian and from what you heard last time he already has a boyfriend. Letting out a soft sigh, damian has a point, it seems like he always does which somewhat annoyed you. "No... Not really. But why wouldnt people be your friend? Your so kind, rich, handsome, smart, talented and giving—"
But before you could rant further his finger pressed your lips. "To you I am, to you I'm kind and all the things you see that others don't." He said matter of factly, making you scoff. How dare he insinuate you arent stating the obvious! Thats when he added. "But your still right about the wealthy, handsome, smart and talented part." A haughty sarcastic smile twitching on his face making you glare.
There was that familiar sass you knew.
But it all wasnt cuddles and banter, sometimes you got to way ahead of yourself and him. But it is for him, there isnt any reason besides securing your place in his heart, it felt like you werent doing enough.
It repeated in your head as you chopped the limbs off and put it in a bag, sure you were done bleeding them out so it wouldnt smell so bad or weigh so much but that wasn't what you're worried about!
Biting the skin of your lips after wrapping the smaller parts in plastic before putting them in a paint can, you had been in your bathroom for so long— your parents were away so it was the perfect timing.
But why her!?
A week you werent keeping an eye on him and then BOOM! Some random blondie who was wayy too close for comfort. Having seen him in the library sitting together, you wanted to surprise him with a key chain you made of him and you.
It wasnt how different she was from you or how prettier she was, it was that pit in your stomach telling you that you werent enough for him. Damian wayne.
I mean who are you kidding?!
You were a nobody before meeting him, the way you finally got out of your way to be social and know and befriend people to keep tabs in different perspectives. he was everything. And you it was a little laughable how pathetic you were at times; killing the girl out of your own bitter jealousy was the lowest you have ever been.
Degrading thoughts spew as did your paranoia, but at least that girl was here on your tub where she wouldnt try to seduce him.
That fucking succubi deserved this!
Your teeth had gritted, not realizing he was inside your apartment whilst you were in the bathroom scrubbing away and pouring bleach and vinegar to mask the stench of death and blood.
He was getting a little antsy, you hadnt replied to any of his messages since yesterday, what the hell are you even doing? How dare you ignore him. Was he even something relevant? But no answer when he called.
He cursed after waiting for the clock to strike where he usually ends patrol, itching to go back to your house to confront you on why the heck you were ghosting him suddenly.
Well he was never the most patient man out there.
But he was loyal and caring.
In his sick way.
Thats what you loved so much about him.
He hadnt panicked when he saw you, stuffing her body in plastic like a meat store. You both had a hushed argument as he didnt even bother to look and kept going back and forth with you.
"you promised! You promised no more killings!" He was practically fuming, his eyes were probably blood shot with how angry at was right now, not just because you broke your promise on killing people but also now dont know where the hell to bury this person!
"I did it all for you! And why were you with this chick when I was gone for just ONE WEEK!" it was clear you were freaking out, how your voice rose and how you hit his chest when he grabbed into an embrace. Or what you thought—
"your such an ass hole–" muttering, something soft pricking the back of your neck. Instantly your body felt heavier and your breathing laboured. Was it poison?? Taking the small dart out from where he plucked.
"what are you–" he shushed you, dragging you away from the scene after taking off your gloves and carrying you back to bed.
"your an insolent brat," he scolded your unconscious body before adding. "Now I have to get rid of this, I cant risk you being caught with your own incompetency." His voice sneered with venom, a hidden care within his words if you were still ever awake.
So with that he left, in a car he had and how he had to get rid of the evidence somehow; he did know the ups and downs, the garbage incinerator will do just fine then.
He didnt flinch when having to see blood again, but he did feel guilty for letting some poor girl die because of your jealousy, but then again he also would never think to report.
It's just one girl.
He wouldnt let it happen again if he could, besides it was better than last year.
It feels like I made my own personal brain rott with how my head hurts making this but the saga must go on😭
