#damian X OC

[ladycloudless]

This crackship is my brainrot right now

A next gen Lego Monkie Kid oc and a DC character what can go wrong? (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

without the drawings

this is also for future chapters of the fic for this crackship-

[dragonridernoobie]

Hi again m back. 😉

Um so I wanted to ask if you can make my sona miramoonli with Damian Wayne from DC, like bumping to each other while on a mission or something and uh fight at first then calm down and making a slight friendship if it's ok and if the DC universe is not in you're list it's fine um instead you can write my oc going to MLP universe for the first time hahah the ponies seeing a skeleton pony would be hilarious also I'd like her to get dropped in front of king sombra I really wanna know how he would react.

Hi! So, first things first. I am always adding new people/franchises to my list. DC and Marvel were up next once I got done with my request! So I will try my best. Also welcome back, you are always welcomed

DC-DamianXOC

Damian was currently on patrol since his father and siblings where doing there own thing. He was jumping from building to building, listening and keeping an eye out for any criminals.

While he jumps from building to building, he sees somone else on a building not so far away. They where looking around frantically and jumping building to building.

Damian thinking it's a bad guy chases after them. Once close enough, he throws a bat-bola and hits the suspect. He heard a females voice yell in surprise.

When he got closer, the person suddenly appeared further away, the bat-bolas on the ground with no one in them. When he looks at the suspect he sees they are a living skeleton.

Damian: "woah...cool."

Before he had time to react, the skeloton summoned some bones and threw it at him. Hitting him. He would get up and look over at the skeloton. He would blink, and the skeleton was gone. He would not forget this. Soon, he returns home and tells his father and siblings about this but doesn't believe him.

Days later, he finds the suspect again but they seem to playing with some homeless childrean. He was more surprised that the kids weren't scared of the skeleton.

Deciding this a good time to meet the skeleton, he jumps down.

The skeleton seemed to sense him and buts the kids behind them.

Damian: "Wait, hey, I'm chill. I just wanted to meet you since you know there isn't much living skeleton around here. My name is Damian.

Miramoonli: "Miramoonli.."

Damian: "nice name, so, are you a good guy are bad guy? Or gal...you are a girl, right?"

This caused miramoonli to chuckle. She nods. Miramoonli then explains that she means no harm and she was visiting these kids since there the only people that don't scream and run.

After miramoonli and Damian get to friends Faze, he would Convince miramoonli to come with him to show her to his family.

When he does, they have the biggest surprised faves ever. Even the stone cold batman.

Damian: "HAHA!!!! YOU GUYS SHOULD SEE YOURE FACES!"

I hope you enjoyed this! I tried to make is a little funny.

Miramoonli

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Julian Konzern, Gingka Hagane, OC, Damian Hart, Jack, Team Starbreaker, Team Excalibur

A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter and the next will go along with the canon storyline, for this chapter watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 90 if you like, it’s available on youtube!

Chapter 3

The battle took off fast, minutes were passing incredibly quickly as I noticed I was feeling less confident than before about who was going to win this match. I could tell Klaus was growing unsure of his win just the same. Gingka’s friends were also evidently taken aback, as the brown haired girl kept pulling out analysis sheets on Jack’s Bey, Evil Befall, in order to understand where these unpredictably strong attacks kept coming from. Unsure of whether it’s my own subjectivity because I know Klaus personally, or because Jack doesn’t seem like someone stronger than him, I kept my hopes up for this battle to end in Excalibur’s favour. But then my breath got caught in my throat as Capricorn took a huge blow from Befall, and Klaus was sunk to his knees:

“Is the end of the match already?!” the annoying presenter exclaimed, perhaps from surprise or to tease, as the black haired boy from Gingka’s company also got up: “Klaus isn’t going to lose that easily!”

“C’mon get up Klaus” Julian got up from his seat, immediately commanding the attention of the stadium: “This is not the full extent of your power! Victory lies at the limit’s edge!” I smiled, this is Julian’s favourite motivational quote. He used to repeat it at every hardship he or I ever faced.

“I will not allow us to be defeated a second time, you hear me?”

This final, warning sentence, seemed to trigger Klaus’ inner warrior, as he immediately got up and amassed a powerful red energy field around him: this was the strength of countless days and nights, denial of rest and leisure: this was the strenght of choice to fight even though odds were against you.

“Go Klaus! Victor Excalibur! Victor Excalibur!” I yelled at the top of my voice among the cheering crowd. Victor Excalibur was the latin phrase Excalibur’s European fans cheered them on with, and I knew if Klaus could hear it even a little bit it would remind him of the countless people cheering on for him from home.

Klaus called his special move, and Jack reciprocated with his. The stadium grew tense as strong gusts of wind picked up from both Beys and collided into a strong explosion that blew people’s hats away, and sent posters and smaller items flying. As the dust settled and the view cleared up, I saw Klaus standing tall in the distance:

“They won!” I uttered as I smiled to myself, but the crowd remained quiet until the presenter made an official announcement. “Klaus won it!” Ginka also exclaimed, accompanied by his black-haired friend. But something didn’t seem right. Something wasn’t right.

Then I saw it: Capricorn was not moving.

It was standing still as Klaus himself was paralysed, and unresponsive.

“The winner is Jack!” the presenter announced, concluding this match for history to remember, with Jack’s laugh of ridicule echoing as Klaus was taken away on the stretcher of the paramedics.

I could not believe my own eyes, I could not believe I was hearing the loud cheers of a crowd that just saw what happened. Beside myself, I considered calling Julian, but I quickly remembered their phones were not on their person during the match.

After this horrific scene, I saw Excalibur was planning their next move, and I was sure Julian was going to go in to avenge Klaus’ honour against the Americans.

“Are you ready? Because the second match is about to begin!” The presenter announced: “For the second battle, the competitors are: with his team Starbreaker up one, we have the amazing Damian! Facing him with no more second chances and bettin’ it all on this one battle, from Excalibur: Julian Konzern takes the stage!” I clapped as hard as I could, until my hands became pink, as Julian and his opponent approached the stage.

“Go Juliaaan!” I heard Gingka and his friends cheer. They must either really dislike the Americans, or love Excalibur, I thought to myself, until Gingka said:

“So that’s Damian.”

“So he’s the goon who ambushed Tsubasa and Yu, huh?” The black-haired boy said, with a strong hint of anger lingering between his words.

And then came the moment of brief silence, as the Bladers faced each other across the dome battlefield. The American was saying something to Julian, but it was not loud enough for the audience to pick up.

“Are you talking to me, sonny?!” Julian exclaimed with outright offence in his voice.

“Yeah, Gan-Gan Galaxy kicked it’s Bey butt, didn’t they?” I could not even believe this guy said something like this! Does he know who he’s talking to?

The conversation now became louder, so the audience followed every word. The American purred in a teasing, vicious way. His voice was clear, with a sort of calculated, malicious tone to it, ridiculing and condescending. He suggested a best out of three match, which Julian accepted, although he was undeniably surprised by the proposal considering only one win is enough for Starbreaker to go into the finals. Honestly, I admire the balls that guy has to say what he said against Julian Konzern. People don’t dare gossip about him in cafés where we come from. But regardless, his disrespectful tone visibly triggered Julian, who was used to nothing but respect.

When Destroyer hit the ground, it was faster than I’d ever seen it before. Strong, quick moves and an energy unmatched by Julian’s previous launches - this guy doesn’t stand a fucking chance. The battle commenced dramatically, with hits from both sides coming one after the other. My breath was caught in my lungs, every time Destroyer got hit I came closer and closer to the edge of my seat. But all of my muscles relaxed when Julian activated The Eyes of Medusa: this fight will soon be over.

“So this is The Eyes of Medusa? It’s not a big deal is it?” Damian gleamed, while I tried to process what the fuck have I just heard? Just as I was going to stand up cheer for Julian, Damian’s gold Bey moved.

It fucking moved? Against The Eyes of Medusa?! Julian then activated his special move, he wanted to finish this guy off quickly and painfully, but to no avail. Damian ended the battle with a move called Hades Drive.

“Unbelievable” I sighed, I just could not wrap my head around what was going on today. Like it was all a bad dream, a weird dream, and I was really hoping to wake up from it.

“What is going on!” Gingka commented, and looked over his shoulder at me: “are you seeing this?”

“I can’t believe it either, Gingka��” I shook my head.

“Wait, is your name Camila by any chance?” He turned around: “and are you, like, Italian or something?”

“Yes I’m mixed” I smiled at him: “so you do remember me!”

“I remembered because you pronounce my name with a slight accent over it! It just came back to me!” He smiled genuinely, a generous and sweet grin.

“I’ll take that as a compliment then!” I smiled back at him as the bladers got back to their places for the final match.

[eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove]

Bat-Boys in Bed

I couldn’t find a good gif, sue me

Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.

He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.

I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.

Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.

Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”

I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.

He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.

Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.

He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.

I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.

Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.

Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.

I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).

This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.

Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.

You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.

Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.

Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.

Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.

I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.

That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.

Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!

Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.

[damianwayne-bloodson]

Damian: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Tim: You are literally making a Valentine’s Day card for Y/N. Damian, pointing their hot glue gun towards Tim: You’re on thin fucking ice.

[batsis-reader]

Batsis, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Damian: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

[hana-no-seiiki]

OKAI THE BRAINROT IS NOT GOING AWAY IM INDULGING IT

LEGITIMATELY REWATCHED A FEW SECONDS OF CHAT NOIR AND WAS LIKE GODDAMN I WANT TO SEE THE ROBINS WITH THIS SLUT BEHAVIOR AAAAA

anyways

pairings: yandere! batfam x cat villain! reader.

just a little snippet im too lazy for more huhu

the real reason why some of the boys coveted the robin position so much wasn’t cause it gave them batman’s attention

no no no

it was because it meant that you would be inevitably be their rival and, if they’re charming enough, your friend.

you were harmless in the grand scheme of things, helpful in some cases. very much like your mentor, catwoman. only with a much more heavy appetite for chaos and being slutty around the robins and the robins alone

you didn’t care who it was under the mask, if they did not don it anymore you wouldn’t care less about them.

which brings us to our current situation

damian wayne was your latest victim. so far your favorite prey of all those that previously had his spot.

he was everything you liked about the domino masked hero: sassy, controlling, and ever so quick to take the bait that is your teasing.

but a small, itsy bitsy mistake on your part caused him to get horridly injured.

as such you took it upon yourself to take care of him that night.

he kept rattling on about “not needing your pity.” or how “a heinous criminal like you shouldn’t be even touching him” as if you two didn’t wrestle in more ways than one on the regular.

of course you ignored his pleas like always and healed him up

“why are you doing this? if not pity then—“ damian cursed as pain shot through his entire body. every time he was getting on your nerves by speaking too much you’d often dig into him harshly with your gauze.

“i wouldn’t want our chase to be over before you catch me.” you breathed out, wincing at all the blood before you.

heroes and vigilantes alike often dehumanized you. would say that you were some heartless, ruthless criminal with no regard nor compassion for anybody but yourself. but you could never get used to the blood and violence it took for you to get what you want — what you needed.

selina said that was your best trait

“after all, don’t you enjoy proving those stupid do gooders wrong?”

she’d say

you smile as you remembered the times you’d tease his predecessors. how you’d shower them with love, how you’d endear yourself to them. your little birdies til they weren’t. it’s amazing how blinded by love they were. they never even began to think that your flighty nature was the one at fault and not theirs for failing to keep their occupation.

perhaps you should thank bruce for his shitty parenting techniques.

damian never really thought much of you. he knew of tim’s little stalking hobby, of jason’s bloody shows of affection, of dick’s reckless attitude whenever you two fought. he just saw those as proof of his triumph, his superiority. if you acknowledged him then he succeeded. if you pitied him then you saw him as a failure.

then he realized he never truly understood them until this moment

but now that he knew just how much he has, that his brothers don’t. something that they would no doubt kill to have again…

he’ll make sure they never get you even over his dead body.

check reblogs for more cause ill be adding there for the uh 12-24 hours

[wonderwomanpleasesteponme]

Damian decides to look into what nightlife was like before his father became Batman thanks to an off hand comment that his cousin, Danny, made about there being other heroes in Gotham before Batman at one of their rare family reunions that don't end in everyone trying to kill each other.

He discovers a girl named Prima who was alive to meet both his father and Richard but tragically died thanks to her dropping her guard and a villain finding out where she lives.

He finds out that one of Danny's cousins from his adopted family was also a Gotham vigilante before dying??????

He finds out about a young couple who rode a motorcycle powered by the soul of a demon whose lives were taken too soon in a shoot out.

He finds out about a technical genius who tried to make his life saving tech affordable for all before someone took a hit out on him.

And much, much more.

[damiansgoodgirll]

i know it might be early but can you write about reader being in the judgment day and seeing her family breaking up at summerslam and so even if rhea and damian just lost they comfort her because they know how important was the jd to her? like they were her family.

oh i’ve been waiting for this request honestly

damian priest x reader (platonic) + rhea ripley x reader (platonic)

tw : mention of abandonment, family issues, feeling of loneliness, brief panic attacks

don’t break my heart

if someone told you a year ago that you would have joined the most successful faction in the wwe at the moment you probably would have laughed at them in their face.

and yet, a year ago rhea and the rest of the judgment day saw your potential when you were just in nxt. they saw as the fierce and feisty teenage girl that no one could handle and they knew that they wanted someone like you in their team.

you were only twenty but it felt like you were in the business for forty years. you knew that wrestling was your passion and you wanted to trasform that passion into your everyday work.

your family didn’t agree. they didn’t see what you saw in wrestling and so they couldn’t see the talent you actually had. they said you had to focus on a real career path, that once you finished high school you had to apply for more colleges you could. they wanted a future for you that you didn’t want.

and when you tried to explain to them that all you wanted to do in life was wrestling, they kicked you out. they didn’t want you in the family anymore and you never felt so broken in your life. you were lucky your best friend let you into her house so you helped her with what you could. you found a part-time job so you could help her pay the bills or the food while you were still training to become a wrestler.

it was hard but somehow you managed to get signed into the famous wwe.

but once you joined, you realised that it wasn’t perfect as you thought it would be. you struggled with getting booked and the first time you actually got booked they set you to lose even if you knew you would have won those matches easily. but the pay was good and fans started to recognise you more.

in reality you felt lonely and alone. you barely made any friends as they labelled you as the new one and you didn’t feel welcomed at all. your family still didn’t talk to you and due to you constantly being on the road, you lost contact with your best friend.

one special day the judgment day surprised everyone in nxt, claiming that they were looking for you so when they saw you fighting on the ring, they decided to make a special appearance and shocking everyone.

“we want you y/n” you remembered rhea saying and the crowd screaming of joy “we want you in the team” and so you joined them.

you thought it was all for publicity but truth was that they really saw potential in you. you were young and you already had a big potential of becoming a real threat for the women division.

so they helped you train. rhea and damian showed you some moves and techniques you’ve never saw before, finn was like the mind, teaching you how to trick your opponent with simple mind tricks and dominik was your comfort person, he helped you gaining more confidence, especially during your first matches.

later on you opened up about your past with them. how you basically had no family as they kicked you out, how you had no friends because the girls at nxt didn’t like you and how lonely you felt but they made sure to change all of that. they always included you in their car trips, sundays together and movie nights.

you finally felt like you belonged somewhere.

so you couldn’t believe of what you were witnessing while watching rhea losing against liv at summerslam. tears in your eyes as you watched dominik turning on rhea and betray her like that.

you were backstage watching the whole match with finn and jd and you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking.

“no no no no…dom please…don’t do that…” you whispered as your eyes were glued to the tv.

you couldn’t deny there had been tension this past weeks but you were the judgment day, you always solved all the issues you had so why was it happening now?

“y/n…” finn slowly approached you. his heart was breaking for you, mostly because he knew what was going to happen and mostly because he knew you didn’t deserve to be put into this mess.

“finn…we have to do something we…” he hugged you because he couldn’t lie to you. he couldn’t find words to comfort you because what he was going to later was gonna make you hate him.

you cried into his arms until damian broke into the room and started screaming. he was visibly upset and he couldn’t understand why dom turned on rhea.

“did you know that?” he started screaming at finn but before he could answer you jumped in.

“of course he didn’t…”

“no i didn’t know man” finn lied. he didn’t care about lying to damian, but you, after he said that he simply left the room without saying anything to you.

you stayed there, confused while your brain was trying to elaborate everything that happened in the past 30 minutes.

you knew rhea wanted to be left alone so you guys waited for her to calm down. she joined you a few minutes before damian’s match started “hey” you smiled at her.

“hey…” she put her arm around your shoulder and let you rest your head over it.

“you good?”

“i’ll be okay…not the match i imagined but it will be okay” she softly smiled at you. you knew she was hurting and that she was clearly pissed, but she didn’t want you to worry for her so she pretend that everything was fine.

as damian’s match began, you both had hopes for him to retain his title but everything went downhill when you saw finn turning on damian.

“rhea…what-what is he doing over there?” rhea was as shocked as you were because finn wasn’t supposed to be there.

“i…i don’t know”

“rhea we have to do something! damian’s gonna lose and…” but before you could continue, she grabbed your arm when she saw that you were about to leave the room and she stopped you.

“there’s nothing we could do y/n…” she was hurting as much as you were.

“no no, please rhea…i can’t, this group can’t break up please…” it was like losing a family all over again “we have to go there and help damian, talk some sense into finn’s head and…and”

“hey y/n…calm down, come here” she hugged you as she sensed that you were panicking “there’s nothing we can do right now…they made up their minds”

“but finn…finn, he told me everything was going to be alright, he told he didn’t know anything about dom and now, now he’s just going to betray us like that…rhea we have to stop him…” you were visibly crying right now.

but before you could continue or before, she could answer you, finn did unthinkable and betrayed dam on live tv. he made damian lose his title and while coming backstage, he had this twisted smile on his face that made you sick enough.

“where are you going y/n?” rhea asked you when she saw you about to leave the room.

you stayed there for a minute, thinking if you should go to talk to finn or go to comfort damian “i don’t know…i wanna talk to finn, i need him to tell me to my face that he doesn’t care about us, that he doesn’t care about this group and…”

“love, please stop” rhea’s heart was breaking for you because she knew how much you loved the group as it was your own family “there’s nothing we can do now…finn and dom turned on us but me and damian aren’t leaving you, i promise you”

“rhea’s right…” you both turned your heads to face damian. he had a broken look on his face and it was clear that he was hurting “we ain’t going anywhere y/n…”

“damian…” you went for a hug and he softly smiled when he felt your arms hugging him as strong as you could “i had no idea finn was going to betray you like that…he told me everything was okay and then…”

“it’s not your fault y/n…you couldn’t have known that…”

“are you okay damian?” you asked, feeling guilty that they were the ones who just got betrayed and you were the one crying about it.

“i’ll be okay…you know finn was like family to me and see him betraying me like that. it will hurt for a while but we are a family and we stay together through all of this” he smiled at you.

“i just…i wish i could talk to them and”

“y/n, love…nothing you say would make them change their minds…” rhea softly spoke to you.

“i know but they can’t break this family apart…” you wanted to say group but you never felt like you were part of a group, you felt like you were part of a family and suddenly you felt 18 again, when your parents kicked you out and turned their backs on you.

damian and rhea knew how much that affected you, how scared you were of abandonment and they promised that you would have never felt like that again. but they couldn’t keep their promise as long as they wanted because finn and dom were breaking the group apart and they couldn’t do anything about it to stop them. they knew how much you struggled to make friends and apart from them and a few other wrestlers, you didn’t have many friends.

you struggled again in the women’s faction because they all were too focus on themselves to make space for someone else, apart from shayna or bayley, the rest of them never acknowledged you.

damian introduced you to jey uso and some other people like drew or la knight and even if they were all kind to you, you couldn’t really rely on them as friends because they weren’t.

so all you had left was the judgment day, until now.

“hey hermosa…we are not leaving you okay?” damian reassured you.

“everyone leaves at some point…”

“hey none of that nonsense okay?” rhea almost scolded you “you probably weren’t expecting this, i saw it coming eventually but trust me when i say that me and damian won’t leave you alone…you still are part of this group and we ain’t leaving you behind” rhea gently rubbed your back while you were wiping some of your tears away.

“rhea’s right…we are here and we are here to stay…” damian smiled at you.

“thank you…”

“don’t thank us love, it’s the truth”

maybe, in the end you still had a family that cared about you but for now, you couldn’t wait to kick finn and dom’s asses on monday night raw.

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part two

[magicalbunbun]

all I can think about is that audio

Damian: “She’s (he’s) not my (boy) girlfriend!”

Starfall: “I am not your friend?”

Starfall: “I am not a (boy) girl⁉️

I'm guessing that superboy start it

[melloollem]

Gossip|| Batboys × batsis!reader

Summary:How every batboy gossips.

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas.

(Dc masterlist)

Damian Wayne

Actually, I think Damian is a gossip and one of the worst. I think batsis would sit next to him in the living room and say something like "so... did you see when Jason arrived?" And the boy would start a seminar on all of Todd's latest actions, he doesn't see it as gossip, just as badmouthing and he loves doing it.

Tim Drake

Ah, well, that's the boy with the spy streak, isn't it? But I don't think he's much for talking about other people's lives, so let's say Batsis wants to know some private information about her brothers. She arrives in Tim's room and I start to assume things. "Hey, Tim, I think Dick's gone out with the koriand'r again, what do you think?" He knows your game and deflects the subject, but if you persist long enough to the point where he can't stand your voice any longer, he'll give you the answer "Yes, he is and he's also seeing Barbara, please get out of my room".

Dick Grayson

Is he a gossip? Yes, I think so, but imagine a guy who's never known anything for a long time, that's him. "Hey, did you hear that Tim is dating?" He comes up to you whispering "Sure, everyone knows that, the guy's already been here, did you know he found out Tim's secret identity a month into dating?" You say casually "What? What the fuck!" He was always the last to know.

Jason Todd

Here's a man who doesn't know gossip and doesn't care about it. He was walking towards the door of the mansion when you stopped beside him. "Hey, Jason, how are you? You said amiably, "Fine, how are you? Still having a hard time dealing with the old man?" He asked as you entered the house, "Jason," you said with a confused expression, "I haven't lived here for months."

Duke Thomas

He needs gossip, he's kind of lost in every family discussion because this boy doesn't know anything. Everyone is having coffee in the kitchen before a patrol and Dick and Jason are having a barbed conversation, Dick says something like "Yeah, I know what your type is", suddenly everyone is paying close attention to the discussion, then Duke looks around lost and looks at Batsis and she whispers "Jason dated Koriand'r, Dick's ex-girlfriend" and then the boy is wide-eyed, watching the discussion as intently as everyone else.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Tongue-Tied- Damian Priest x BlackOC

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“Hey, Damian.” Destiny Anderson smiled at Damien as she walked past him and his group members. She wiggled her fingers at him and gave him a wink as she kept walking past them. 

“Damn, we invisible or something?” He heard Carlito ask but Damian paid him no mind as his eyes followed Destiny as she walked by. Destiny had an extra pep in her step as she felt The World Heavyweight Champion's eyes on her. 

“Oy! Damien” Finn snapped his fingers in front of his face breaking Damian out of his trance. “You alright mate?” He asked, trying not to laugh at Damian’s lust-stricken expression

Damian blinked rapidly, tearing his gaze away from Destiny's retreating figure. "Yeah.” He cleared his throat, focusing his gaze back on his stable mates. “ I'm good," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. 

Finn chuckled, clearly enjoying Damian’s flustered state. “I’ve never seen you blush like this Damian.” 

Damian pushed Finn away from him. “Go to hell.” Damian chuckled “Can we get back on topic please?” 

Destiny bit her lip as she watched Damian talk to Jey Uso before their scheduled backstage promo. She so badly wanted to go over and join their conversation but as soon as she looked at Damian she got tongue-tied and could barely form any coherent thoughts, so she did the next best thing, what she was good at, flirting. 

Her heart pounded as she considered her next move. The mere thought of having an actual conversation with Damian made her want to throw up.  Taking a deep breath, Destiny stood up straighter and as confidently as she could she walked over to Jey and Damian. 

“Hey, Jey.” Destiny said as she stopped in front of the par. Her eyes flickered up to Damian and she was pleased to see that his eyes were already on her, checking her out in her ring attire. “Damian.” 

“Wus good Des.” Jey smiled back pulling her into a hug. “This new?” He asked eyes trailing over her body. Jey missed the way Damian’s eyes narrowed at him, but Destiny saw and it sent a thrill down her spine. 

“Mmhm.” She hummed with a small nod. “You like?” She asked giving a little 360, not missing the slight groan Damiam let out. She bit her lip, trying to mask her smile. 

“It looks good,” Damian replied. 

“Thank you.” Destiny beamed. It was now her turn to eye him. She bit her lip again as her eyes zeroed in on his World Heavyweight Championship that was around his waist. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of a title before.” She muttered, her left hand coming up and toying with the top of the title. 

Jey and Damian’s eyes followed her hand. Jey smirked as Damian made a choking noise in his throat. 

“Goddam.” Jey snickered. “Imma catch u later Uce,” Jey said to Damian, still laughing as he left the pair there, staring at each other. 

Damian cleared his throat, his eyes flickering between Destiny's hand on his title and her face. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Destiny’s eyebrow arched up, this was the first time he flirted back. She quickly schooled her features and cleared the shock look off her face. 

Destiny nodded, her fingers still tracing the edge of the championship belt. "Mhmm," she hummed. "It gets to be so close to you all the time." She looked up at him through her lashes, her heart racing at her own boldness. 

“Well –”

“Damian! We’ve been looking all over for you!” Damina broke his and Destiny’s staring contest and looked over at big-headed ass McDonagh who was making his way over to them. “Finn wants to go over everything one more time. You haven’t been answering your phone.” 

Damian's jaw clenched as he turned back to Destiny, frustration evident in his eyes. "I have to go," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Destiny's hand fell away from the championship belt, disappointment washing over her. She nodded, trying to keep her composure. "Of course.” She said forcing a smile on her face “Bye Damian.” She waved, as he walked away with McDonagh. She sighed and was about to continue her path towards the catering area but was stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She smiled before turning around thinking it was Damian, her smile dropped though when she saw it was JD instead. 

“Stay away from Damian.” What the fuck?! Destiny’s jaw dropped open in shock. “He doesn’t need you distracting him.” 

Destiny's shock quickly turned to anger. Who did McDonagh think he was to tell her what to do? She narrowed her eyes at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were Damian's keeper."

“Funny” He rolled his eyes. “Listen, sweetheart. Damian's got a lot on his plate right now. He doesn't need some rookie trying to get in his pants and messing with his head. Stay away or else.” JD finished off by glaring at Destiny before turning and walking away from her. 

Destiny let out a scoff and watched JD walk away. The fuck was his problem?

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[stunnajit]

Out here lookin’ tew good💋.

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Jack, Damian, OC, sex, smut, nsfw, team Starbreaker, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: This chapter features a song, so I included it for the ambiance! Enjoy~

Chapter 14

As the hour rolled by, Zeo opened up and told me about his personal vendetta against Masamune; now I finally know his name. Although I am sure there is, as always, another perspective on the whole situation, I have to say I was surprised Gingka hasn’t noticed his teammate was such a selfish power-hungry guy. Nonetheless, I think talking to Zeo about it helped him and even if that is the only extent to which I can help, I am fine with that.

“I will be cheering you on Zeo, don’t you worry” I gave him a side hug with my right arm: “I’m just surprised Gingka didnt realise he was like this earlier.”

“Masamune thinks he didn’t do anything wrong” Zeo sighed: “The arrangement tomorrow will finish him off, and I will have my revenge by any means necessary.”

In my thoughts, I reflected on the fact that Starbreaker members all have a strong drive: Zeo’s revenge, Damian’s need for dominance, and Jack’s need to express himself. None are necessarily bad, Zeo’s especially sounds quite reasonable, but it’s just strange how different they are than Excalibur. My thoughts then moved onto the clock on my wrist, wondering when was Damian going to be done.

“Have you seen Jack?” I asked, to change the topic.

Zeo checked his smart watch: “oh he’s probably painting or something. He always has the energy burst day before a big match.”

“Wait, is he fighting Gingka or Damian?”

“Well, unless Gan Gan Galaxy somehow found a third member they didn’t announce anything about, I think Gingka will go against both Damian and Jack. I insisted on Masamune.”

The elevator door slid open, and Jack stepped out. He was without his mask and coat, his hands covered in bits of paint. With a small pant, he sighed: “I finished yet another beautiful masterpiece!”

“Great Jack” Zeo said without any particular emotion, more like an acknowledgement: “Wanna come sit with us? I think they’ll serve lunch soon”

“Excellent” Jack sat down next to us: “I am positively starving!”

“How do you feel about tomorrow’s match?” I asked him as he fixed his hair, which also apparently had some strands covered in an ultramanrine blue paint:

“FILLED WITH INVIGORATING EXCITEMENT” he yelled, which startled both Zeo and I considering his seemingly tired enterance into the room: “I cannot wait to use the feathers of a mythical Pegasus to scatter across a canvas distributed to a global audience to see!”

Zeo seemed bored with Jack, but also worried about his own problems. To compensate for the differences in energies, I tried to calm them both down:

“Tomorrow is going to be challenging, but you have every upper hand possible” I shot a smile at Zeo particularly, and he smiled back softly: “Yeah, it seems Damian’s cruelty saved us a lot of work in this tournament.”

“Blessed are his hands” Jack added, theatrically waving his hand, which I just noticed was missing a glove: “There is just sometning so beautiful in destruction and obliteration, something so simple and clean. And he really does a beautiful job.”

Without knowing what to say, I stood up to get some water, when two people dressed in black plain clothes entered the room with two trays of food, putting them on the table in the conversation pit and leaving just as fast as they came in. I poured myself a glass of ice cold water and sat down with the boys again. Jack dug into his rich plate first and quite hasty:

“Bon appétit!” I smiled at them, Jack nodded as a response because his mouth was full, and Zeo perked up his head:

“Oh you speak French?”

“Yeah, I studied it in school. Latin and French were mandatory second languages. But now I mostly just listen to the music really…”

“That’s so cool” Zeo smiled and took a bite of food off his fork.

“Let’s play some music!” Jack waved with his fork, almost stabbing Zeo’s ear: “Camila can even play some refreshing French music to add ambience to this bland room, which I told Ziggurat many times requires more colour…” Jack kind of trailed off into his own thoughts.

“Yeah of course I can play some” I picked up my phone and looking through the songs I had, before finding one I was convinved Jack was going to love: “Jack, this one is for you!”

As the first notes of ‘dernière danse’ by Indila played, Jack was completely in trance: “oh my… OH MY!”

“Now you’ve done it” Zeo almost choked himself laughing at Jack, who was moving along to the music. He then stood up, and gradually made additions to his range of motion: “Camila, this is WONDERFUL!”

I laughed and got up to join him, singing along with the singer. Zeo was definitely enjoying what he was seeing, because he accidentally spilled my water all over himself by kicking the table with his foot. By the end of the song, we had a little party of three: Jack and I were the singing dancers, and Zeo was our delighted audience.

“Okay what’s next?” I picked up my phone: “what do you guys listen to?”

“I really like this artist” Jack pointed to the ceiling with his finger, referring to the one we just litened to. I looked at Zeo, who was patting himself dry with a napkin: “oh man, uhm, I don’t know… I kind of like rock?”

A mischevious thought crossed my mind, bringing warmth to my cheeks: “what does Damian listen to?”

Jack and Zeo unanimously said: “Ziggurat”, before all three of us burst into laughter.

“He always seemed like a Carmina Burana guy to me” I sighed, sitting down. Although I didn’t expect anyone to get my reference, Jack burst into laughter: “Carmina Burana… this is too good!”

I pressed play on a song called ‘love story’, also by Indila, to Jack’s major satisfaction, as the three of us continued the chat. Then, the elevator door slid open, and Damian stepped out with a smile pointed my way: “Am I interrupting a party?”

“Camila’s been playing us some delightful French music, Damian. Come and join us!” Jack said, he was visibly very happy. Zeo also seemed much more relaxed than earlier.

“Hm” Damian’s eyes rolled across the room and the three of us: “Interesting.”

“Sit with us, Damian.” I smiled at him.

“Fine” he sighed and sat down with his elbows on his knees. The song continued in the background:

“Is she saying ‘love story’? In the song?” Jack asked, and I nodded in response.

“At least something we can understand” Damian added, referring to none of the boys speaking French.

At that moment, all three of the boys receieved a message on their devices. Zeo and Jack read theirs on their smart watches, and Damian read his on a phone-like device he pulled out of his pocket.

“Group meeting?” Zeo looked up: “About what? Haven’t we decided everything already?”

“Well then there are other things to discuss, obviously.” Damian replied with a grin, but visibly annoyed by Zeo’s question. As a response to what Damian said, Zeo stood up abruptly with his fists clenched in anger and his lips pursed together, as if to prevent himself from saying something, and walked over to the elevator:

“I’ll see you at the meeting.” he stated before the doors closed behind him.

“We should be going as well” Jack said casually, as if this scene didn’t happen at all, making his way to the elevator. When his back was turned to us, Damian whispered: “see you after” into my ear before rushing off behind him.

With the fall of the evening, the energy and heat of the day lifted, and tiredness swept over Hades. I was laying in Damian’s bed, as he was studying the data Hades Inc. has collected on Gingka, his fighting style and Bey, off his large TV screen.

“Damian” I purred, slowly hugging him from the back: “You’re ready. Please come to bed.”

His face remained focused on the screen: “I don’t want any surprises tomorrow.”

He evidently didn’t understand I was craving his attention: “You need rest for the Arrangement tomorrow, there is nothing Gan Gan Galaxy can surprise you with.”

“I suppose you’re right” he sighed and turned off the TV, crawling under the sheets, and I cuddled up to him:

“Have I ever told you that I really like the name Starbreaker?”

“Hm?” Damian lifted an eyebrow, clearly departing from his previous train of thought.

“Because of, obviously, the flag, but also because you break stars” I slid myself on top of him, and caressed his hair: “stars like Gingka… and what is a galaxy without stars?” I smiled at him, trying to allude to Gan Gan Galaxy’s name.

His mouth stretched into a very satisfied smile, this has improved his mood significantly: “I really am the Chosen One because of how lucky I got.” he leaned in and kissed me passionately before turning me around and got on top of me, more assertive and confident than earlier today.

“Aren’t you tired?” I checked the time and saw the effects of the Arrangement were supposed to kick in by now.

“Not at all” he grinned in a sadistic smile, pushing his hands under my top, and placing his knee between my thighs accidentaly, making me moan unexpectadly. I moved my hips in motion, grinding on his knee and thigh until he suddenly flipped me around, grabbing my hips. I realised he knew what he wanted, to assert dominance and fuck me senseless, and relaxed all of my muscles in hopes of being rewarded. Soon after, I was moaning breathlessly as his thrusts kept hitting my senstitive spot. With my chest pressed flat against the bed, his one hand holding the back of my neck, and the other gripping my hip, I had completely let him take control.

“Damian..” I moaned into the bedsheets, separating the sylablles from the thrusts.

He chuckled: “you’re a slut for me, aren’t you now?”

“Yes” I moaned: “please Damian, please… I’m about to finish…”

He chuckled again, this time a bit more sadistically, as he put his other hand on my hip as well, gripping them from both sides now, and letting out a pleasure-full sigh: “Good for you”

Then he picked up the pace, and I came. For me, orgasms have always felt like tripping over something: there is a repetative motion until a point when you trip over something, and then are in a free fall, surrendered to what’s happening to you, and what’s about to happen to you, before a wave of sensations comes crashing into you. He finished soon after me, my pussy still pulsating from my own release as he was filling it up with his sperm.

He laid down onto his back next to me, and I turned around to my side to face him. We locked our eyes, simply staring at each other for a minute or so before slowly drifting off to sleep.

[eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove]

Hi, I don't know If you take requests, but could you please right about the reaction and thoughts of the bat boys toward finding out their partner was pregnant? Please and thank you

A/N: I do take requests, love. And I've got you ❣️

Bat-boys find out you're pregnant🍼

Dick Grayson's first thought is worry. He doubts how he'll make it work; crimefighting, his job, then his relationship with you. And he'll wonder how Nightwing will interfere with his life, and how Bruce will react (he'll spoil the child endlessly).

Reassurance from Donna, Alfred, or Bruce will part his fog of worry and distance. He'll hit the ground running to rectify his isolation. I mean breaking the news to friends and family, arranging play dates with Roy and Lian.

"I'll be safer on patrol," he whispered," I promise, hun." You had broke down after so long of trying to remain calm. But seeing your lover return home with bruise after bruise would weigh anyone down. Especially one pregnant.

Dick's hand would always be on your belly, reminding himself that you both are safe and he's doing a great job. It's what he needs to hear, that he's making the city safer for you both.

He is 100% a handyman. Dick will build cribs, changing tables, repair toilets, fix creaky cabinets. And he'll baby proof the house." Don't worry, babe," he assured you." Just relax. It's just a clogged drain."

Jason Todd's first thought is if he'd be a good father, after everything he's been through and done. He even wonders if he deserves to be a father, or if he deserves a nameless grave. However, leaving is never and will never be an option for him. I truly think he'd be the most active out of the bat-boys.

Jason's love language has always been acts of service, and it would thrive during your pregnancy. Your house would be booby-trapped and SECURED. He'd teach you the basics of a gun, and he'd ensure your pregnancy cravings are stocked. Jason would also wash your back when your belly grew too large.

Jason would let you shop for baby and maternity clothes with his card. His only request is that you don't get the baby anything too vibrant because it's an eyesore. If anything, he'd prefer neutral tones or black on the baby.

The weather becomes his interest after the baby's birth." Do you think they need a jacket?" Is his favorite line." Don't you think it's a little hot for them to be wearing long sleeves," he'll wonder. Or the baby is swaddled and he'll question," do you think he's overheating? I'd be hot if that were me all wrapped up like that."

A child is the only thing to make him stand steadfast on his refusal to kill. Not Bruce, not Dick, not even you. Your child brought forth a new mindset, one of not wanting to see a killer reflecting in the innocent and chocolate eyes of his child (Jason's eyes are brown. Argue with a wall).

Tim Drake isn't as present as one would believe. His activity is inconsistent, and it's harder to reach him because he's usually working. But he wants you to sit with him, to bring the baby and let him play around in his office.

It warms his heart to return from a meeting and his baby is sprawled out on his pastel blue teddy bear blanket and cooing. You're dangling a rattle over him, and Tim would strut over and kiss you on the cheek." How's it going, love?" He'd ask and rub the baby's cheek." They being good?" His eyebrow would raise playfully.

The baby would be raised around Bruce and Alfred more than his actual parents. I also see Stephanie caring for the baby and even babysitting if you work or just need rest. Cass would swoon over it, so prepare for tons of peeled oranges and Cass making your bottles.

Alfred would surely read your baby literature. He'd be sitting in the library, baby on his lap while y'all rest, reading from a dusty and old book that's sure to ignite your allergies.

Damian would try his hardest to be a fun dad because he never got that. It's been well documented that he wouldn't dare put a child through his life. So I think the farthest he would go is teaching you enough to defeat the average Shadow/Assassin. But he would not want you killing.

I think he'd lean into Bruce's "No-Kill" mantra after having a child. If you even want to enter vigilantism; he'd understand if you choose not to. It's a thankless job; it's isolating and bruising.

But I think if the kid did continue training, that's when they'd truly bond. Damian and he/she would laugh and joke between rounds; he'd show them the best way to throw a punch, and he'd teach mercy. That's also when they'd meet the other side of their family---the Al Ghuls. But Damian would have strict stipulations on what they learn. No instant kill moves, no brainwashing, none of the narcissistic sentiments Talia filled his head with.

I also think you, Damian, and your kid would lead fairly healthy lives. Not overboard, but the occasional protein shake or morning run; maybe even a little weight lifting. Or if cardio is your speed, he'd install a home-treadmill or a pool.

Bruce Wayne's first thought would be his age. How he's climbing in age and his job usually doesn't lead to gold and sunsets. He'd be happy because he sees it as a second chance. His first two sons saw the angry and vengeful side of him, so that's how they grew up; Tim sought him, and Damian came stained with blood.

But with you and the baby, he could actually be a father. He could raise the baby from infancy and make bottles and hush cries, like he wanted to with Dick and Jason. He could show the baby his favorite movies and just talk to them, even though the baby would respond with drool and coos.

He wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Bruce would set his child on a straight path; the world has enough Bats and birds. They could just...be. They'd would carry on the Wayne name.

Bruce would spoil you and his baby rotten. He'd watch over the baby like a hawk; each cry, each coo, each babble would send Bruce into a fit of worry. He'd leap up from his seat and check the cradle, only to find a giggling baby with his feet in the air. Then he'd chuckle, which would make the baby giggle even more. " You got me, little one. You got me," he'd utter and return to the Bat-computer.

[damianwayne-bloodson]

Y/N: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Damian: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.