#(because i felt awful seeing those posts in my drafts but it feels slightly relieving now to have cleared so many out)

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Two: In Which Damian Gets Soaked

/Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight//Part Nine//Part Ten//Part Eleven/

Description: Idk it’s just fluff man

Warnings: Cursing I guess that’s it

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Kitty Noir. Damian hummed under his breath, the name sounding around his head. Black Kitty. Hey, at least his ‘partner’ had a name worse than Lordbug. 

“Damian! How dare you take the Ladybug miraculous without telling me!” To say that Fu was furious was an understatement of the century. Wayzz had, of course, told his master once Damian bounded back to ask ‘What the hell I can’t kill them’. 

Damian tried not to look guilty (Because he didn’t feel guilty, really!), and gave Master Fu a bored expression. “Face it, Fu, if I didn’t take the miraculous, <>those monsters would still be out there.” 

Master Fu tried to think of a good punishment, and then walla- There the solution was. “Damian, as your punishment, you will be the Ladybug miraculous holder until after Hawkmoth is defeated. 

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Damian groaned, slamming face-down onto his bed in the Chinese-themed room. Great. He was stuck with ‘Lordbug’ permanently. If he knew that was going to happen, he wouldn’t have come up with such a cringey name.

“Are you okay, Damian?”  Tikki’s chirpy voice asked him worriedly. 

“Do I look okay to you?” Damian snapped, having swapped from French to English in the heat of his anger. 

“Well, if you want me to speak English, I can.” The Kwami offered. “I’ve been to England before.” 

“Just shut up and go away!” Damian growled loudly at the Kwami, who flinched, clearly afraid of the dark-haired boy, who planted himself back in his bed, refusing to do anything else to kill the time. 

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“Marinette! Wake up, kid! You’re going to be late!” The cat Kwami fussed over his holder as she got up groggily. 

“I’m up- Goodness, what time is it?” 

“It’s already seven!” Plagg screeched, dragging Marinette’s bag towards her but failing due to its weight and his size, causing the girl to laugh lightly as she picked the bag up, cuddling the little Kwami even while he protested. 

“Alright, grumpy kitty.” Marinette chuckled. “Let’s go to school.” 

And for once, she wasn’t late. 

When she stepped into her class, though, it seemed that a lying fox had beat her and was earlier than she was. 

“Hi everyone, I’m Lila Rossi. Please take care of me.” The girl introduced in smiles and sunshine and rainbows- Before taking a seat at Marinette’s place. 

“Um, sorry. That’s my place.” Marinette apologized. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I have hearing problems. I must sit here.” The girl pouted sympathetically. “Besides, shouldn’t you be taking care of that new boy?” 

“Yea, girl.” Alya grinned, looping her arm around Lila’s affectionately. “I’ll take care of Lila.” 

Marinette turned, meeting eyes with a dark-haired boy sitting at the very end of class. He frowned at her, watching her as she headed up to him, plopping down next to him. 

“I’m Marinette.” She smiled sweetly. “The teacher told me about you. You must be Damian Wayne. Do you want a tour of the school?” 

Inside her bag, Plagg peeked out, glancing at the green-eyed boy. “How could Tikki choose such a holder?” The Kwami hissed angrily. “He isn't worthy of my cat!” 

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“Thank you.” Damian thanked, not really being thankful but just being polite. Marinette shot him a sweet smile. 

“No problem! Should we get back to class?” Marinette smiled. 

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It was going to be his first night patrolling. He stashed a few knifes and Batarangs into his utility belt, and agreed (Reluctantly) to let Tikki come along. 

Opening the window to get out of the stuffy bedroom, he shot off his grappling hook, retracting it as he leaped out of the window into the dark nocturnal atmosphere. 

Jumping from building to building was quite the stress reliever for him, with a flush of lights and colors a blend of the city of love. Tikki, safely hidden inside his hood, watched everything with an eye of awe. She had never really gotten to see Paris- Or whatever city it was at that time- Because she was always in the transformation when her Ladybugs went swinging by. She had never been able to enjoy the beautiful view, or the thrill. Clearly, Damian was enjoying himself, too. 

After a while, the Kwami of creation had fallen asleep, only to be awoken when she felt the vibrations of her holder speaking to himself. “Who’s- Is that? The girl... From this morning-” Damian was murmuring a random string of his thoughts, flinching slightly when he felt Tikki stir. 

“What’s wrong, Damian?” She chirped, peeking out of his hood to see him standing on a taller building overlooking a girl on a lit balcony of a bakery. “Is that... The girl that showed you around this morning?” And Plagg’s holder?  

“Yeah. Her name... I think... Marinette?” Damian was halfway between murmuring to Tikki and himself, stranding off into his own thoughts. 

“You should go talk to her.” Tikki encouraged. It would be a good idea for Damian to become friends with Plagg’s holder’s civilian identity. 

Scoffing, Damian turned away, preparing to move on with his patrol. “You can’t tell me what to do.” 

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“Um... Who are you?” Marinette asked awkwardly as a black, red, and yellow dressed superhero landed on her balcony. 

“R-Robin.” The boy seemed to blushing as he balanced himself on the railing of her balcony, growling under his breath once a while at what seemed to be a voice in his ear. An earpiece, perhaps?

“I’m Marinette.” She smiled, “Nice to meet you, Robin.” 

“W-What are you doing out this late? It’s dark and cold out.” Robin murmured, stepping off the railing and onto the balcony. 

Marinette shrugged. “The night view. It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?” 

Robin turned to look at Paris, with it’s glistening yellow lights, and the faraway silhouette of the Eiffel tower. 

He didn’t dislike Paris. He hated it. 

“Yeah, it’s breathtaking.” 

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“Morning, Damian!” A chirpy voice called out, and Damian spun around to come face to face with Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Tikki giggled under his hood, but a quick warning swat warned her to stay quiet, although that didn’t stop her from teasing him later. 

“Dupain-Cheng.” He greeted with a little smile, because honestly, was anyone able to resist smiling around the little angel? Surely not. 

“Let’s head to class!” She beamed, pointing in the direction of her- Their- Class, and nodding reluctantly, he was dragged by the little angel into their class. 

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They were walking out of school together, simply because 1, there was no one else to walk with, and 2, they were going in the same direction. 

“It’s raining.” Marinette sighed mournfully, already picturing herself getting home soaked. 

“Well observed.” Damian commented with a smirk, raising his hands in surrender when she glared at him. 

“Marinette!” A blonde called, racing out from the school doors. Adrien Agreste. “I- Sorry for yesterday. I was only trying to get the gum off your chair.” He apologized. Her bluebell eyes widened in realization. “Um, it looks like you don’t have an umbrella. Why don’t you take mine-”

Before Marinette could say anything, Damian did. He pushed Agreste’s umbrella away, smiling tightly. “No need.” Drawing an umbrella out of his bag, he opened it in one fluid motion, smiling at his little angel. 

“Shall we?” 

She laughed lightly, grabbing his arm as she jumped into the rain with him, causing him to groan. “You made my shoes wet!” He grumbled, only earning another laughter and a hasty apology from her. 

“Sorry. There’s a dryer in the bakery, so maybe you could get your clothes dry before you go home.” Marinette suggested, brushing a strand of wet hair out of her face. 

“No thank you.” Damian turned her down, refusing straight-forwardly.

She pouted. “But-”

Before she could finish, though, Chloe’s car drove past, and upon her instruction, the driver splashed through a large puddle. Marinette flinched and braced for the impact, but not before Damian shoved the umbrella in front of her. However, in the green-eyed boy’s quick thinking to protect her, he forgot about himself, getting drenched in the process. 

Glancing down at his wet clothes, Damian sighed. “Maybe I’ll take up your offer on the dryer.”

Looking at his more-or-less dry holder from inside Marinette’s bag, Plagg sighed. “I guess I should’ve know better than to doubt Tikki’s choice. Perhaps he is deserving of my cat afterall.” 

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“Oh! I just got an idea!” Marinette suddenly burst out on their way to her bakery. Damian eyed her warily. 

“What is it?” He asked cautiously, having a bad feelling overshadowing. 

“You could leave your clothes in the dryer, and you can go home in some of the clothes I made!” She grinned. “I’m quite sure I could find something that’d fit you.” 

“You design your own clothes?” He was definitely not expecting that one coming. A familiar glint approached her eyes, and Damian felt his heart jolt. 

It was the same glint that Grayson always had when he spoke of Starfire, it was the same glint that Todd had when he played with his stray dog, Bacon, and it was the same glint that Drake had when a new case appeared. 

It was a glint of passion. 

And it would be the same glint in Damian’s eyes when he thought about his angel.

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[phantasmct]

| Signals |

starring: Nakamoto Yuta

genre: smut

word count: 3.1k

summary : As you try desperately to give the right signals to Yuta alcohol decides to get in the way.

author’s note: I haven't uploaded in such a long time and I'm deeply sorry. I'm planning to make another post to explain more in detail why I've been missing. For now, I'm back this time with a scenario starring Yuta and I really hope you'll appreciate it, it's been in my drafts for way too long.

You stared with envy his mouth sips into his glass of strong liquor before his tongue lagged onto his rosy lips to get the remaining. Yuta looked dangerously handsome as he faced you sat in his chair legs opened just like the first buttons of his white shirt. You could catch a sight of his toned chest whenever it heaved up and down as he laughed heartily at ones of your coworkers many jokes. The honest and beautiful tingling sound of his laughter could be heard amidst the deafening music just like the brightness of his smile under those dim lights. 

Suddenly your eyes met his again -for the tenth time- and you weren't able to swallow your drink properly so you just sat there stupidly with the burning liquid in your mouth while holding your breath. He was faster and diverted his eyes quickly after sending you a polite nod. Your eyes filled with embarrassment and disappointment as you mentally cursed at your behavior and his. 

Until when you two were still going to play this game? 

Deep down you knew you were as guilty as him. At first, you sure thought that he was a player, Yuta couldn't help but give this type of feeling. But you gradually understood over the years of you two being colleagues that he was indeed "a guy who likes to have fun", but probably not when it came to feelings. He sure had a thing or two...heck even multiples happening with some girls that were clearly not serious or whatsoever. But they were all consensual games between both parts. And most importantly you were aware that he also had some serious relationship going on with one or two girls, thanks to various complaints of disappointment coming from your other female coworkers.

Obviously, Yuta was popular among the females at your department and with any women of this world to be more specific. It was indeed hard to resist the boys his sweet yet dangerous charm. But you tried to avoid showing your clear curiosity and interest for the said man, just because you still haven't figured out exactly where you were on his "social barometer". What were you exactly to him? There were Yuta's male colleagues, Yuta's female colleagues -aka fan girl club-, Yuta's friends...but then there were you:  the girl Yuta seemed to send constantly contradicting signals. He could help you secretly and at the same time be able to avoid you and give you the cold shoulder, especially when you happened to find about it. This caused you to lose your mind a few times, and even give up on him even though you were dying to know, to know what could be the possibilities between you two. You indeed have found the courage despite your reserved nature to ask him directly; and that, many times. But you always ended up hesitating for the same reason.

You were scared. You were scared at the thought of finding out that you didn't appear at all on his barometer, that you were not a hopeless girl, but worst a nobody.

You frightened self only happened to change her behaviour slightly in hope to make him make a move; yes definitely pointless. But that was the best plan you came to elaborate; thus you decided to dress better and for some odd reason it meant shorter , you’d lie if you say you were at ease in your new skirts or shorts, but you did catch him look at least twice at your uncovered legs, so it was worth it from your perspective.

Your glass was getting filled yet again with an unknown alcohol by your boss -who happened to be also close to you-, an act that didn't go unnoticed by Yuta. You raised your hands towards her informing her she didn't has to, but your manners were found helpless against her joyful mood. And she had honestly all reasons to be, you almost forgot it but all of you were there because of you in the first place, you did manage to sign a contract with an important client today and she was obviously more than pleased. You originally avoided that kind of gatherings cause you wanted to avoid exposing yourself too much to your colleagues but this time you had no choice, plus your mind went blank as soon as you heard that Yuta was also coming.

Snapping once again from your thoughts, you felt a rough hand caressing your tight. This time it came from the opposite side of your superior, and chills run down your spine in disgust cause you knew exactly to who it belonged. Unfortunately, you were right, soon one of your annoying male colleagues leaned towards you as he tried to talk coherently to you. These days he was naturally annoying at work but you pretended to not notice his flirtatious acts towards you, sadly alcohol seemed to make him braver tonight.

“Who knew you could be so skilled?” He started to close to your ear. You knew he was referring to the said contract. “ Are you perhaps hiding some-”.

His words were cut short as Yuta raised himself brusquely from his chair startling everyone at the table. His burning gaze was fixed on you and especially the unwanted hand of your colleague, the said man felt obliged to take it off rapidly as you started to squirm with discomfort. You heard Yuta chuckles and brush his black locks lightly as he tried to ease the tense atmosphere he created, your mouth was slightly agape as you watched him excuse himself to the bar to order a drink.

You followed his back walking away until you lost him in the crowd still confused but relieved by his actions; with the once of sanity left by the drunken state you were aware that he did in some kind of way save you. You picked up your now filled drink lazily before putting it against your lips, in a sudden surge of contentment you found yourself gulping it in one treat. You heard from your friends that you were generally the happy-go-lucky drunk type and then the crying mess type but still, you were completely oblivious to the signs.

“Are you feeling ok?” You heard vaguely your chief ask as your other colleagues clapped and oohed your bold move.

You simply nodded to her putting your glass down hoping to reassure her, it obliviously didn’t work as she immediately proposed to bring you back home. You knew she was having a great time, which was ironic since this last minute party was for you, but you didn’t want to ruin her mood. 

“No it’s okay really I’m just...going to take a breath of fresh air and come back ok? Don’t you worry.” You said getting up slowly to avoid being dizzy. The alcohol suddenly hit you hard but you looked at her with a reassuring smile while leaving the table. She suddenly grabbed your hand to put your phone in it just in case while motioning to call her if anything happened.

You had, in fact, no idea where the exit was, it was your first time here and you were not the type to really analyze your surroundings, not to say that your current state didn't help anything at all. You walked aimlessly in the place, your body colliding from time to time with someone until you found yourself in front of the bar. You eyes directly started to wander looking for him, and there he was. But not on his own next to him was seated a really attractive girl, her back was facing you but you knew from her cascading hair and mini skirt that she could only be attractive under those blue and purple lights. You find this odd feeling slowly creeping within yourself leading you automatically to them. You didn't know when or how but here you were you hand resting on his shoulder as you softly called Yuta's name.

He suddenly turned to you his face lighting up as he recognized you, it did bring you some comfort as you watch enviously the alluring girl.

"Hey" he greeted you waving gently at you even though you were centimeters away from him,"what are you doing here?".

As if it was some cue to go -and it probably was- the young lady took her bag sighing loudly and left. Yuta didn't even spare her a glance as he eyes were intensely looking for a reason in yours. You just stared back in awe now drunk of his perfect shining pupils and soft black hair. You could have heard yourself wooing at his beauty but you weren't sure as you sat next to him.

“I don’t know...I was looking for the exit but I ended up here,” the words left your lips slowly still conscious of your current discourse “so here I am!” You said trying to brighten the mood.

He gave you probably one if his greatest smile reacting to your childish side “Are you feeling okay? You want me to show you perhaps-“ you quickly protested.

It was finally both of you and you weren’t going to let this chance slips away so easily. The barista came quickly at you, and you dared to order one more cosmopolitan, Yuta seemed concerned but you weren’t sure what for.

“I actually thought you’d stop here...are you going home by yourself?” You saw him nearly reaching for your glass as you brought it to your lips. “No, the superior is...but she is having way too much fun right now...” 

He nodded knowingly suddenly lost in thoughts. It was a first for both of you; seating together without it being work related, slowly a pleasant silence took place between both of you as you two sipped your glasses, from time to time he eyed you making sure that you were still all right. But your state worsening you barely noticed it.

“Anyway...congratulations,” he suddenly broke the silence again”I mean for the contract-“ “Yeah, thank you.” You cut him shortly not liking where the discussion was heading.”So how was the meeting? I heard that he’s a pretty stiff client-“. This time your glass hit the cold surface of the bar halting his words.

He looked at you worried, you could see the concern in his eyes. You were profusely hating the fact that he was trying to have a work-related discussion right now.  

"I don't want to talk about work Yuta." You aimed to sound stern but in some kind of way you knew you were pretty babyish right now."Oh? Sorry...What do you want to talk about then? “ you saw him getting taken aback a bit but he kept his composure while he went on drinking.

“Hum, I don't know?  What about how my lips would feel around your dick? “

Yuta nearly spat his drink as he turned completely around to look at you mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed. Honestly, if you weren't dazed you'd probably too. You saw him fumbling with his words as he tried to ask you to repeat yourself but he held himself back.

“ Ok, see? I think it's enough for tonight I'm bringing you home, “ he said holding your upper arms gently while chuckling still in disbelief. He took your phone but you quickly took it back protesting that you wanted to stay. 

It turned out into a ridiculous fight: him trying to raise you up from your seat without possibly hurting you and you trying to resist. He ended up grabbing your face between the palms of his hands and even though he might think you gave in because of his reasonable words it was in fact because of the warmness coming from them.

You ended hands in hands in the dark parking with Yuta. You felt lightheaded as he intertwined your fingers and lead you to his car. Soon enough you found yourself in front of the vehicle awkward as he started to look for his keys and let go of your hand.

"Get in." his cold tone informed you that you were now facing his regular and distant self. Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized that he wasn't holding the door of the passenger side."What? Are we going to fight again over this or you're going to a good girl?" he said and you swear you could have seen him roll his eyes."Why are you being such a prick suddenly?" you retorted "I swear...My patience is running thin-" he grabbed your hand and you cursed at yourself for upsetting him.

In a way you couldn't explain Yuta was partially on top of you as he tried to buckle your seatbelt right, you grabbed this chance to touch his moist face and comb throw his messy hair. Time seemed to stand still as he locked eyes with you slightly shocked by your sudden move.

"I'd lie if I say I didn't want to kiss you right now." his words left his lips like a whisper but he was close enough for you to feel even his breath on your lips. "Then why don't you do it?" you hated how pleading you sounded but the alcohol showed how truly desperate you were "Not here. Not right now. Not like that." "But I thought you were a risk taker," you argued optimistically. You perceived his familiar smirk in the dark and small confines of his car " Oh I am not sure about yourself though, sweetheart." It was the only word you seemed to wait before crashing your lips onto his. Yuta quickly responded as you felt his wet tongue lingers on your lips, you obviously allowed him the entrance to your wet cavern as you opened them he took the opportunity to also unbuckle your seatbelt so he could bring you to his lap.

Soon both of you started to share a passionate kiss on his backseat. You loved everything about it, the way his burning but yet soft lips felt against yours and how he roamed his hands freely on your body as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. He pulled back momentarily biting your lower lips in the process, you met his lustful gaze.

“ Gosh you don't know how much I've been waiting to do this...and your legs have been tempting me these days, were you teasing me ? “ to speak his words into actions you felt his hands longing the side of your thighs to the aim of your skirt that barely hid anything now. You could simply nod to answer his question, he flashed you a knowing smile before diving into the crook of your neck “ I know it, princess. I' am just confused about something now: should I punish or reward you ? “ you shuddered as you felt him leave a trail of moist kisses on your neck. “ I think I deserve a reward I worked so- “ You gasped as one of his hand spanked your ass harshly before caressing it. “ You don't have the right to make the decision. “ he teased.

Yuta didn't waste his time as you felt his fingertips rush to the front buttons of your shirt, you heard him make a sound of disapproval as he opened only the first ones "Such inconvenient clothing..." he stated but was glad to face directly your naked breast. You moaned as his tongue started to lick and nip your tit you sensed his greediness and couldn't control yours as you arched your back and started to grind against him. He growled at your little movements his mouth still full."Someone is needy."  

he breathly stated after popping your nipples out of his mouth you purred in return. "I will be lenient this time because I don't think I can't hold myself back for too long." Your mind went dizzy just at the thought of having him between your legs a second, or even a third time. Yuta hiked up your skirt completely before scooping your mound, your pleasure automatically accelerated as you felt his expert digits caressing your clothed sex. You dared to reach his luscious but yet smooth jet black hair and pulled on it he didn't protest much as he groaned again before locking your lips. "You look so hot right now...you feel so hot,"  he said watching you already blissful you were bewildered for a moment as you pondered whether Yuta didn't actually talk about himself or not.

Unable to resist he got rid of the last fabric between his hand and your wet folds, he proceeded to run his middle finger between them. As the eternal teaser he was, he always stopped right before entering you "How bad you want it, hum?" "Really,really bad." you were unsure about being the owner of this voice, but cared much as he finally sank his two fingers into you as he laughed lightly at your words "Then show me, sweetie, and maybe I will give to you for real." his voice darkened at his last words. You gripped the back of the seat he was on as you soon frantically humped his fingers into your core. He enjoyed the show and the feel of your slick walls moving around his digits while he pulled out a condom.  

Yuta took a hold of your hips in his firm hand to stop you as the other one left your entrance, you looked at him breathless unbuckle his pants and pulling the now moist fabric just down enough. He must have had also enough of the foreplay as he rushed to press the tip of his erection at your slit, you nodded quickly to reassure him before he buried himself in you.

He quickly grabbed your buttcheeks in his hands and started right away to move at a fast pace which made you squeal. But it didn't matter since you both longed for this feeling and type of rushed up sex, whether you two looked like two animals grunting and jumping in the backseat of his foggy car or not. You dug your nails into his shoulders and leaned into the crook of his neck earning a primal grunt from him since you were looking for support amidst of his ragged penetrations.

Unexpectedly you found yourself reaching your high before him. It was maybe his last carnal growl or slap on your ass that lit up for good the fire in the pits of your lower abdomen but you remembered crying out Yuta's name before your orgasm rocketed within you. The man himself didn't last long as he felt your walls tightens around his shaft, his thrusts became erratic before he sank himself to the hilt inside you. 

“ Why don't you ever listen honestly? “ Yuta's breathless voice reasoned as your head was now resting on his chest. You felt hazy as you came slowly back to your sense, his hands were running on your back soothing you “ Can we go home now? “