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siddyyyyyyyy · 11 months ago

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Damian x reader but reader is a very awkward but kind person. they are awkward around people, hell this is their first relationship, and generally doesn’t receive good attention from others because of it. but he loves them despite it. i hope this makes sense

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Damian Wayne x Reader

wc: 2.2 K summary: Being in a Gala his father threw with your dear boyfriend. Also, sneaking out from it. warnings: literally so much fluff I threw up, no y/n used a/n: ThANKYOUSOMUCH FOR THE REQUEST OMG, literally such a cute idea, I hope I could write it as cute as you described it. Enjoy! (Divider)

»You're stiff. No need to be nervous, beloved.« Damian tells you quietly, hand on your back as he stays by your sidesince the beginning of this event. He had been trying to console you and let loose the entire time, having been nothing but patient with you. Sighing out, you look at him and attempt to relax your shoulders. You are not used to such Galas, being especially awkward now with so many people around. There is no reason why you said yes to this. Really, you've been dreading going here with him, but you also didn't want to mess up or make him upset by declining his request.

He looks to you as well, expression soft and understanding. You have no idea how you scored such a jackpot. But truth is, he thinks the same about you. Damian would be lying if he said he didn't find your slight awkwardness and shyness adorble. In fact, he cherishes it.

»We can go, get some fresh air, if you'd like.« You perk up at his suggestion, trying not to make it obvious that you would do anything to disappear for a moment.

»Sure.«

The crisp evening air winds past you, making your hair fly into various directions and you move your hands to unruffle your hair. This action only makes Damian's heart flutter even more, watching your every move while he stands beside you on the spacious balcony.

»What are you looking at?« He blinks out of his stare and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly.

»Just enjoying the view.« Now it's your turn to look away, being mostly flustered by his attempt to flirt with you. »Thanks.« You manage to mumble out, earning a soft chuckle from him. It makes you a little confused for a moment before you realise that it may have sounded slightly out of place. How else are you supposed to react to flirting? What was there even to say in general?

»Oh, you are so cute...« In the next moment, you are pulled into his arms, a hug if you will. There are rare moments for Damian to let loose and be affection, but with you it comes naturally. He can't help but always want to squeeze you tightly in his arms every time you are being more adorble than he thought you can be. You return the hug and melt into it shortly after, loving how dreamy the mix of his cologne smells like, wanting to drown in it.

Soon, the chatter from the Gala becomes louder for a moment, followed up with a click of a door before it becomes more quiet again. »Gremlin, B wants to see you. He doesn't want you sneaking out again.« You recognise the voice to be one of his brother's, glancing behind your shoulder to see Tim. You are getting better at their names.

Damian groans and reluctantly lets go from around you, leaving you alone on the balcony for now as he goes to his father to discuss something. Not that he cares, really.

As your alone, you settle on leaning your hands against the cold railing and looking out to the cityscape. It always amazes you at how big and shiny Gotham looks like from the Wayne Manor, the river that goes around the city makes it look even more stunning. The cool wind goes past you once again, this time not as aggressive as before. It helps you cool down from the social gathering, finally having some alone time, even when you would prefer it with Damian.

You focus on the calm stream of the river, not noticing more people pile onto the balcony. Soon enough, you feel someone tap your shoulder which makes you turn around. Dick? It is Dick, right? Damian didn't trick you?

»There you are! Enjoying the evening? I hope we didn't scare you off or anything.« He chuckles lightly, hoping to get to know his youngest brother's girlfriend more without him interrupting every other sentence. You only saw his brother's one time when they invited you to a dinner, and Damian didn't let anyone talk to you for more than fifteen seconds. Not that he was jealous, he was just really annoyed with how teasing and stupid they are, which only makes you more shy around them.

»No, not at all. It's nice.« You respond back in an attempt to come off as relaxed and totally not awkward around him, hating the fact that it's most likely not working. But Dick is polite enough not to mention it.

»I see. You know, Damian can get really grumpy at times.« He starts and leans against the railing beside you, a rather amused smile on his face.

»How do you keep up with that?«

You never expected this question and you have no idea how to respond to this at all. Or is he messing with you? He definitely is with how light he is talking about it.

»Um... well, he is not as grumpy all the time.« You smile back in response as best as possible, making the man beside you laugh a little. It's a mystery for the whole family on how he got a sweet girlfriend like you. You don't seem to talk too much around them, getting out of your shell only sometimes when they directly talk to you. And even then, you still seem more reserved.

»Hm, I have that different in mind. Maybe he is- « He can't finish his sentence as he gets punched behind his back, making him gasp for air and turn around confused.

»Who- «

»Father wasn't even looking for me, what are you doing here?« Damian steps away from Dick and goes to your side, placing his hand around your back like before.

His brother quickly recovers and purses his lips, trying to come up with a quick excuse.

»I was just talking to her! I wasn't even trying to interrogate her or something...« Damian rolls his eyes, wordlessly dragging you back inside the Gala to escape the antics of his brother.

As you're walking away, you glance behind your shoulder and give the other an apologetic smile, hoping you didn't upset his brother. He luckily doesn't seem as upset and just gives you a thumbs up in response, flashing you a shiny smile in return.

»I apologise, they can tend to be a pain in the ass. He didn't try to ask you something stupid, right?« He tilts his head at you lightly, still walking through the Gala and out the hallway to escape this place all together.

»No! No, just...« You answer back, trying to explain to him briefly what your small conversation was about, »uh... he talked about the weather. And stuff.«

He doesn't buy it at all and just gives you an unimpressed look, waiting for you to spill the truth. »Okay, he did ask me about your grumpiness. And how I keep up with you.« You sigh out, biting your inner cheek as you watch his reaction. He is rather amused and shakes his head, tugging you along outside with him.

»Don't mind him... he is stupid.« He mumbles back, reassuring you while wrapping his arm around your waist fully. You both exit the building and make your way to your usual hang out spot near the river, liking the way the moon reflects against the water. The sky is clear, giving you an even more pleasing view. You both walk to a nearby bench and sit down, getting a brief chill down your spine at the cool wood. Damian, ever the oberserver, shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over you shoulder before pulling you close again and relaxing with you.

The close proximity and comfort makes your cheeks flare up, being glad it's dark enough so he doesn't see it. Either way, your subtle reaction of sighing out made it clear you enjoy this.

The comfortable silence is something you both adore, being able to be relaxed and calm with just the other's presence. You don't need to say something to the other or do anything, happily being leaned against his side like that. You don't need to worry about being weird for fidgeting with your hands in your lap. There is nothing you need to worry about or be afraid with him, being the only person you trust with yourself. At first, it didn't seem like he liked you at all before you started dating. But it turns out that he was just trying to mask his feelings in front of you. He noticed you in his class every day and just couldn't help but feel drawn to you. It was scary, but soon learned how to approach you and quickly realised you were probably more cute than he thought you are. All that pining came to an end once you both started to date, but it surely didn't stop entirely.

You sometimes forget that you can be affectionate with him because in your mind, it's still hard to believe that you two are an actual couple. Like now, you finally realise it again and want to do something together with him. Not just sit around and stare at the lake.

»Can we walk around?« He looks at you, not really having expected this suggestion. But who is he to say no to you? He'd be a fool to deny you anything.

»You mean take a walk? Of course we can.«

With his jacket around your shoulders, you both walks side-by-side by the lake and don't talk much again. Neither fo you mind, once more. Damian takes a few steps away from you, making you stop and stand while watching him approach something a bit further away. You uncertain of what to do but decide on standing on your spot and wait for him to come back. He rips something out from the ground apparently, being lightly amused from the sight. Eventually, he returns to you with a small smile, basically skipping up to you again.

He hands you a smaller boquet of white, wild flowers, making you smile even more at how sweet his gesture is. There is no reason for him to pick up some flowers for you, but he still did.

You take the boquet from him happily, unsure of what to say but really grateful for the few flowers he gave you just now.

»You like them?« Without thinking too much, you nod quickly and hug him tightly.

»Yes... thanks. It's sweet.« Was that enough to express your gratitude? You really hope so, but you also feel a rush of affection wash over you as you both hug.

»Not as sweet as you.« He murmurs back and nuzzles his nose against your hair, making you feel even more flustered than before.

»Why do you always say something like this?« Damian smiles against your hair and squeezes your wasit softly in his arms, speaking into the top of your head.

»You don't like it? I can stop.« Of course, that makes you react even more. You quickly shake your head and lean off him to look into his eyes. The subtle shine of the moon makes your blush more apparent for him.

»No! I-I mean, just... you're making this more difficult.« You manage to mumble out before averting your gaze towards the water, huffing out defeated. His expression softens and he gently puts his hand over your cheek, carefully making you look back to him.

»Or maybe you are just need to learn how to deal with flirting.« He teases lightly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone in a gentle manner.

This just made you blush more, pouting at him. He can't help but find this even more adorble, feeliing a little bad for teasing you. »Sorry... didn't mean to sound rude.«

You don't want him to feel bad on the other hand and shake your head, leading you to lean you head more into his hand. »No, I... probably need to learn how to deal with it. You're right.«

You both smile at this and silence falls above you, just studying each other's eyes in the moonlight, getting lost in the proximity of the warm hug.

Finally, his thumb brushes over you lower lip, hand still cupping your soft cheek. His eyes rake over your face, getting stuck on your lips and you feel your heart speed up at the realisation. Leaning in slowly, your free hand supports you on his chest, other arm still around his neck with the small boquet of flowers in it.

After hesitating just for a moment, you press your lips against his own and he could swear he feels a firework errupt in his chest and entire body. He kisses you back without a second thought, pulling you flush against him with his hand by your waist. You're unsure who breaks the kiss first, but you are left a flushed mess in his arms. And he finds it cute all over again. Your slight awkwardness never made him feel annoyed or anthing like that. He's not like most people, he is more patient and sweet with you. Damian doesn't hate that you need a little more time for affection, he doesn't feel worried over you uncertain moves. He is more than happy to guide you through it and show you how to love yourself and express your feelings more freely.

»You are... gripping me a bit too hard.« you break the silence first, a rather sheepish expression on your face as you wait for him to stop gripping your waist so much. He snaps out of his stare and replaces his hand onto your back.

»Sorry... got carried away.« He scoffs lightly, being the one being sheepish now.

a/n: I never felt myself cringe so hard before while writing, but I also tried to make it as believeable and cutesy as possible. Hope you enjoyed it though!

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livinglyfeincolour · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Femreader

CW: nsfw (18+) smut, needy, yummy

Note: no plot / Gotham Knights au

Walking into the Belfry felt, unnatural.

Her nerves tense as she strolls quietly down the dimly lit falls, everyone’s here… but everyone’s strangely kept to themselves.

Maybe she really didn’t have to do this all on her own, everyone needs some kind of cure to their grief.

She was just going about her own as selfishly as possible, apparently.

Her feet stop in their leisurely pace up the stairs, her eyes landing on the open doors of the smaller new library set up. A few shelves leaning against the length of one wall filled with books as the other side of rooms wall holds one half filled, an incomplete project… a focus.

“Do me a favor?” Jason’s soft voice appears from the desk near the shelve in progress, his large form leaning along it as the moonlight shines from behind him.

“Dry out these without ruining any of the pages, some of these books are beyond ancient.” Her eyes linger on him tentatively for a minute, almost expecting him to pace out of the room to allow her some space but as the green in his eyes look back at her through the faint lighting she’s sees a small triumphant gaze roaming over her.

She covers her smirk, her hand lifting towards the shelves and conjuring her magic through the binds of each book she passes slowly, her fingers trailing along the spines. He waits for her to make it past about three books before slowly stepping closer, it pauses her slightly… not wanting him to be too close to her magic, but his steps don’t stop until he’s leaning on one arm against the shelf.

She raises an eyebrow at him, but instead of taking a step back he decides to close the distance. She watches him step behind her from the corner of her eye, and it’s not until he moves her hair to lay over her shoulder and his hot breath trails down the back of her neck that her hand holds onto the shelf to steady her wobbling knees.

“Don’t stop.” His voice is low as his lips graze over her ear, his hand softly brushing through her hair as the other stays tightly gripped on the shelf above her; closing her in.

Her magic sparks slightly at his words, her palm twitching against the wood before she settles it with a deep inhale, her back pressed warmly against his chest she tries again with the calmer magic through her fingertips.

She tries to keep her focus as his lips roam down the side of her neck, once he reaches her shoulder his teeth graze against her skin causing her eyes to flutter.

“Every time I come in here, I imagine you…” His tone is guttural, his hand moving from her hair to glide his fingers down her spine. “Searching through the books for Tolkien, watching you read at the desk. ” He laughs softly in the crook of her neck, her head absentmindedly tilting to the side as her energy seeps back into her palm when she grips at the shelf for balance when her head feels dizzy.

“I don’t just read Tolkien.” She whispers defiantly, but her shaky breath is obvious.

“Don’t worry – “ His hand slides under the fabric of her shirt. “There’s some old Sherlock books in there somewhere.”

His fingers grip just below her ribs but his entire body stops stiffly against her when a slight wince hitches her breath. Barely noticeable, no sound leaving her lips but he turns her to her side and lifts her shirt inspectionally.

“It’s fine.” She huffs out as her hand tries to slide his away but when he growls at her with a narrowed eye she’s suddenly glued in place.

“You’re not healing.” His thumb slides just below the purple skin, his other hand holding the side of her neck pressing her back against the shelves as he studies it.

“It’ll be like it was never there in a few hours.” She rests her hand gently over his, her eyes also roaming over the blotchy bits of yellow within the purple spreading up the side of her ribs.

He cradled her face in his palm so easily, his hand hot to the touch and his eyes burn into hers with matched fervor… his lips devoured hers bruisingly.

She gasps into his mouth, her hand sliding up his hand and arm as her nails scrape along his skin.

Jason’s groan sends a shiver down her spine, her skin blazing as she feels her desire drip between her thighs… Maeve shakily presses them together to try and settle herself but his eyes half lidded bore down on her.

His teeth nibble at her bottom lip as his hand slides under her shirt with ease, his fingers lightly gliding under the wire of her bra as her body keens against him. “You look more perfect here, like this, than I ever could have imagined.” He breaks from her lips practically panting through his words, her tongue darts across her lips when she feels his erection press against her before he slides his thigh between her legs.

Her hand moves to his chest, her fingers following the lines of his muscles as she feels his thigh press firmly between her legs and against her clit... fabric between them starting to dampen.

The moan that escapes her lips triggers his hands to turn greedy, his fingers moving under her bra to slide along her nipple as her hips reactively keen to grind her along his thigh. “fuck – “ His mouth drops back to hers and she can feel how wet she’s making his thigh, another few agonizingly slow motions and she weeps when he rolls her nipple between two fingers.

Her hands feel his shoulders start to lower, and when she opens her eyes through the drunken haze of pleasure she sees him on his knees between her legs and already pulling her pants from around her ankles.

Her eyes widen when she looks down to him, his eyes hungry as they trail up her thighs and linger between them.

“Shh…” His breath seeps up her stomach as he presses his lips into her, his hands dragging along her hips to hold her still before his tongue starts to slide down the front of her.

Her legs quivered, and her hands grab onto his forearms for balance but he murmurs something incoherent into the inside of her thigh.

Before her eyes blink again his hands throw her thighs over his shoulders and his hands are gripping into her wrists and crossing them behind her back as he lifts them up the bookshelf like that until he’s standing.

Her gasp of defiance is quickly smothered by her moans as his tongue begins to attack her clit with such intensity her core tightens.

His own moans making her eyes rolling into her skull as her back arches, the way he indulges in her is delicious.

Jason’s hands clamped around her wrists like a vise, holding them behind her together in place as he continued his assault; sliding his tongue slowly along her clit before pressing it inside her teasingly.

Her hips shake at the sensation, her thighs clenching around him as she chokes on a gasp for breath in her tight chest.

Jason’s movements felt so good, his lips on her folds and he murmurs against her… the vibrations rippling through her core as she throws her head back and smacks it sharply into the shelf.

Her clit is so sensitive now, the muscles in her legs starting to tremble.

She presses her lips together tight to restrain the moans building in her mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his tongue greedily swallows back every drop of her.

He seemed to be experimenting; testing each clenching of her inner walls with his tongue. When he pulls out from her she feels her hips buck back slightly, her fingers twitching against his hands unmoving grip as his lips surround her clit and her vision almost completely fades to black when his tongue starts slowly, lightly teasing around it.

“Jason – “ She whimpers, her body weak as he opens his eyes at her with such desire she struggles to hold back her cries and he watches tentatively as his tongue makes her cum so violently her entire body starts to tremble and shake against the hard wood.

His hands release their hold on her wrists as he slowly slides them both down the shelf, his fingers lusciously scraping his nails up her back as his other hand hitches below her thigh to hold it around his hip as he holds her close and turns them to lay her back on the desk gently.

His eyes were so dilated she swears they were black looking down at her, his chin still glistening with a toothy smirk before he kisses her again.

She can taste her own slick on his lips and tongue as he explored her mouth and teased her tongue in the same way he had teased her clit.

His heavy breath matching hers as he lazily brings his hand up the fabric of her shirt to slide it over her head and onto one of the chairs, his lips only leaving hers for that brief second.

Her hand roams between them, down his chest and stomach until her fingers feel his dick straining against his pants.

When she runs them along the outline, he lets out a low moan against her lips and she can’t help but smirk proudly when his hand moves up to press against her neck just under her jaw.

He was huge, she knew he was. Their first time was back when they were just teenagers.

But something about dying and coming back to life made their minds concentrate on other things, never mind the situation they find themselves in now.

Her hand continues to stroke against the length of him, only letting her palm press into it with a gentle cup once she hears his heavy breaths turn to low moans against her lips.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed this.” He growls before one of his hands comes up to tangle firmly into her hair, tilting her head back to kiss along her jaw and neck. When she softly hums, she’s satisfied to feel his cock twitch in her hand… another breath and she’s unclasped his pants and pulled the full length of him out to poke into her thigh stiffly, the tip glistening with precum.

He hisses before his grip in her hair tightens, his other hand hitching behind her knee to lift her legs around him and she bites her lip when she feels the pulse of him pressing against her opening.

Jason pulls from the kiss slowly, his eyes lingering on her swollen lip before both their eyes drop lower between them.

He teasingly prods her entrance with his tip, letting it slide along her folds before guiding it to flick past her clit again to cover himself in her dripping desire and her thighs slide up his sides eagerly.

When he slowly sinks into her she watches as his mouth falls open with a low exhale, his eyes don’t tear from the sight until he’s pressed fully into her and fuck she feels divine.

She could barely hold back screaming praise at him, her head dropping back as her mouth salivates and her inner walls grip around him tight.

A primal, guttural noise erupts from him as his head drops into the crook of her neck, his hands gripping at her tits as he teases her nipples and drives into her so carefully she feels her core tightening and begging for more.

He pumps in and out of her slowly, his tongue studying every muscle of her neck and even down her shoulder and collarbone as his hands hold her down with a bruising grip.

Her hands run through his hair, like a needy animal in heat as her core flutters and her walls pulse and clench around his cock.

His finger nails start to possessively dig into her, and his thrusts become more erratic and greedy as he starts to bite into her neck.

The weight of him crushing her in a warm embrace, his teeth starting to draw blood from her neck as he breathes heavily on her skin, she could feel him swelling inside her and her inner walls envelope and squeeze around him as her core starts to tighten once more.

Jason’s lips find hers like metal to a magnet, capturing every moan heaving from her mouth into his as she feels him cum and her own orgasm drip onto the desk mixing together.

Her body shivers as he holds her firmly against him, his forehead resting against hers as they both watch each other catch their breath with a glazed, dilated eyes.

The way he looks down at her makes her cheeks strangely blush, as if everything he just did wasn’t a reason to make her blood flow… something possessive, something in his gaze shifting as his hands roam over her back.

“Did I pass the expectation?” She huffs quietly still almost breathless as she watches is eyelashes flutter.

“Save the bratty comments for later.” He growls with a faint smirk before kissing her deeply, his lips softer on hers now as his hands continue to caress the curves of her body while pulling himself out of her.

They both whimper slightly for a few seconds at the loss of contact, their eyes locked in a trance before his nose brushes against hers.

“Already addictive.” He drawls slowly, his head dipping down to her neck again and she gasps slightly when his lips press into the new tender bite still sensitive.

The sting makes her realize how real this all feels, she doesn’t have to get by on just imagining his presence anymore.

“Oh you got it baad, Todd.” She whispers as her hands rake into his hair, her body clinging to him just in case she has found herself in some cruel made up dream.

“I miss you when you’re just standing on the other side of the room. I’m far past having it bad, - - .” His lips claim hers with a need she’s all too familiar with, his hands warm while his enveloping hold sends a grateful tear to build in the corner of her eye.

For the first time in what feels like lifetimes, a slight flicker of blue in his eyes looks back at her.

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this is a reworking of one of my fics, if you see anything that would have to do with an oc… that’s why, thanks for reading✨💋

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