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could u pls make a story abt a cat!reader and damian wayne based on the music video of the boy is mine by ariana grande?? love your work!!!

❝ ‎the boy is mine ! ❞ — damian wayne x cat!reader

warnings .ᐟ mild flirtation, tension a/n .ᐟ enjoy!! hopefully i did this justice... requests are open!! summary .ᐟ based on the boy is mine music video

You’d been watching him for hours.

From your perch in the shadows, the gargoyle architecture hiding your silhouette, you had a perfect view of Damian Wayne’s penthouse. The sleek glass window offered a clear sight of him; rolled up sleeves, files in hand, and his usual scowl on his face. He was always so serious, so focused — always lost in his world of responsibility and duty.

You couldn't help but grin, enjoying the view.

Damian moved around his penthouse, his every gesture controlled and precise, like he was trying to maintain order in a chaotic world. The way his fingers brushed over the polished surface of his desk, adjusting something that probably didn’t need adjusting, made you chuckle. He was the type of person who couldn’t sit still for too long, always doing something, even if it was just tapping his phone screen or glaring at the Gotham skyline, lost in his thoughts. You liked how his jaw tensed when he stared out the window—as though Gotham itself could break him if he wasn’t careful.

Your eyes narrowed, studying him like a cat ready to pounce. You couldn’t deny it — you were drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame. The boy fascinated you. But still… you couldn’t help but tease him. Everytime you ran into him — whether in Gotham’s alleyways or on rooftops — it felt like a game. A game where you were always one step ahead. Or atleast, you liked to think so.

Hours later, you stood on the rooftop of the jewellery store, the musty scent of Gotham air mixing with the metallic tang of the stolen antique goods in your hands. The heist had been clean, quick and easy — just how you liked it. A perfect selection of rings, necklaces, and brooches, some of the finest pieces in the city. They were all tucked away in your sleek black bag, their worth hardly mattered compared to the thrill of the chase.

You could already hear the soft thrum of footsteps approaching, and you smirked, taking a leisure step towards the ledge of the building, your silhouette outlined against your beloved city’s lights.

And there he was.

“Hello, Robin,” you purred, the sight of the kevlar clad boy your age making your heart go wild. You let your voice roll over him like a soft caress, your eyes lingering on him as you approached with feline grace.

He was standing on the opposite side of the rooftop now, his figure stark against the night sky. The dark mask hid his expressions, but you could see the tension in his posture — his body rigid, his eyes sharp, as though he could pin you down without even saying a word.

“What are you doing here Y/N,” his resigned voice carried across the silent night — well, as silent as Gotham can be. He wasn’t surprised. Then again, he was never surprised when it came to you.

“A little birdie told me this jewellery store had some purr-fect pieces,” the playful glint in your eyes obvious, as your gaze followed the bag slung over your shoulder, “I had to check them out for myself.”

His eyes followed your languid movements, his green eyes scanning the way you moved, eyes falling on the subtle sway of your hips. His sight flickered to the bag hanging from your shoulder. He didn’t need to ask. He already knew.

You could help but let your nails trace the edge of his jawline as you closed the distance between the two of you, your fingers delicate against his skin. The sharp edge of your nails hovered near his skin, but you didn’t touch him fully. Not yet.

Damian caught your wrist mid-swipe, his grip firm but not unkind. “You’re not clever, you’re reckless.”

You smirked, there’s just no use in denying, was there?

“I’m both, darling,” you whispered, voice velvet-soft against the chaos of the city. You let your eyes meet his, a challenge lingered behind your gaze. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

There it was. The unspoken dance between you. The way he couldn’t bring himself to turn you in, despite the crimes you’ve committed. The way you couldn’t quite bring yourself to admit that the tension between you wasn’t just about stealing jewels, or catching criminals — it was about something far more dangerous.

Something neither of you were willing to face.

Damian stared at you for a long moment, his jaw tight. And then, with a small sigh that was barely audible over the wind, he let go of your wrist.

“Go home, Y/N,” he said, though you knew the words were hollow. Neither of you would be going anywhere anytime soon.

You raised an eyebrow, lips curling into that predatory smile he knew too well.

"Not tonight, Robin," you purred. "Not yet.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the distant hum of Gotham below, the weight of the tension crackling between you two.

Then, before Damian could react, you flicked your wrist free and took a graceful step back, standing just out of reach, your smirk never fading.

“I’ll be seeing you, Robin,” you said with a wink, turning on your heel and slipping back into the shadows.

But you both knew—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

#damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne #damian wayne x you #batfam x reader #fem!reader #cat!reader #manyamuses

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stcrpalaqce · 4 months ago

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❝ ‎guidelines ❞ —

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ i try to write as regular as possible

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ i write for these characters: peter parker, damian wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, wally west

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ i mostly write fluff and hurt/comfort, not smut

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ i dont care if you spam like, feel free to do so

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ pls do not steal my work!!

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❝ ‎don't smile ❞ — peter parker x fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ none, somewhat angsty, ambiguous ending, a/n .ᐟ enjoy!! send in requests!! summary .ᐟ the end of no way home, peter reunites with you. angst with a (slightly) happy ending.

Peter stood at the entrance of the small cafe, the warm glow of streetlights spilling through the windows. His hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, but the cold air still seemed to chill his bones. His heart was pounding, and his stomach was a twisted mess of nerves.

He knew he shouldn’t come back. He knew that it would only hurt him more, the blank looks on his friends faces when he introduces himself, the hesitant look on your face at him, like he was a stranger.

‘But that’s what he was to them,’ a snide voice said in his head, ‘A stranger. These are the consequences to your actions. Now, you live with them.’

A part of him had wanted to stay away, to leave it all behind. But, there was another part of him, a part that couldn’t stop longing for the people he once held so close.

He made his decision. He had erased himself from their memories to keep them safe, to protect them from the dangers of his world. But it didn’t stop the gnawing ache in his heart, the absence of them — of you. Of the girl that had been his safe haven, the only one to truly understand and accept him for who he is.

Peter shut his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, before opening the doors, his senses being hit by the comforting smell of coffee, cinnamon and the memories that accompanied them.

It had been their go-to spot to study, while MJ would work — embodying the comforting presence of home. But now… now it felt like a foreign world.

He scanned the room.

Ned was sitting in the booth, his head buried in his laptop, a cup of coffee beside him. MJ was leaning against the counter, flipping through a book, her gaze distant. And you — there you were — were sitting at a table closest to the window, tracing the edge of the mug of coffee you were holding.

Peter felt his throat tighten. You were there—you—the girl who once kissed him under the stars, the one who had whispered that she loved him more than he could ever understand. But now, you didn’t even know who he was.

His heart squeezed as he made his way to the counter, the crumpled piece of paper, dictating his explanation of what had happened, in his hands. MJ looked up, disinterested. Peter allowed a little smile at that.

“Uh, hi. My name is Peter Parker and I—” he started, before flashes of May’s lifeless eyes, Mr Stark’s limp body, and your eyes full of tears filled his mind. “—would like a coffee. Please.”

“Uhm, okay Peter Parker,” MJ voiced her confusion at him using his full name, but went to make his coffee nevertheless.

Ned looked up, blinking for a moment, before his eyebrow furrowed in confusion, “Peter Parker?” he repeated slowly to you, “Does that sound familiar? I’m sorry but do we know you?”

The last question was aimed at Peter. Your gaze flicked up as well, your eyes searching your face, but no recognition.

His breath hitched, “Uh, I… I don’t think so. I must have one of those faces,” he said the last bit with a hint of a chuckle. He didn’t feel like laughing.

Ned nodded to himself, still confused but let the issue go.

“Here’s your coffee Peter Parker, have a nice day.”

He shook himself out of his stupor, “Thanks, you too.”

Before anyone could stop him, he turned and walked back toward the door. His chest was tight, every step feeling heavier than the last. He reached the door and had his hand on the handle when he heard a voice. A voice that made his heart stutter.

“Wait.”

Peter froze, his heart racing in his ears as he slowly turned around.

It was you. You were standing from the table, your hand still on the chair, but your eyes—there was something in them. Something familiar. Something that pulled him in.

“I don’t know why,” you began, your voice soft, but there was something there. Something in the way you looked at him—like a flicker of a memory, a whisper in the back of your mind. “I don’t know you. But… you feel familiar.”

Peter swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady, “Then you must be mistaken…”

“No,” you said quickly, stepping forward. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel like…” You faltered, like you were trying to put words to something you didn’t fully understand. “I feel like I should know you.”

Peter’s heart jumped, you came closer towards him. A connection seemed to spark between the two of you. Something that was just beneath the surface, something that almost broke through.

Then, in the softest of whispers, you added, “I’m sorry, but… I feel like I should be smiling. And I don’t know why.”

Peter’s breath caught in his throat, and for a split second, it felt like time slowed. He could almost see it—your smile—the one he used to love, the one that had once meant everything to him. But just as quickly as it had come, that feeling started to slip away, as if it were some fading echo that refused to fully materialize.

You took a hesitant step closer, your eyes searching his, but the moment was so fragile, so uncertain. Peter opened his mouth to speak, to say something that might bridge the gap between you—anything—but the words wouldn’t come.

A soft, uncertain smile tugged at your lips, “It was nice seeing you again Peter.”

“You too,” he breathed out, as if scared to break this fragile moment between the two of you.

With a final smile, you turned towards your seat, leaving the faintest sweet smell of your perfume behind.

Peter stepped out of the café into the cold night, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft finality. But as he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had been left unfinished—an echo of a memory, just barely out of reach.

The word “again” was repeating in his head.

And though he couldn’t say for certain, he couldn’t help but wonder… maybe, someday, the pieces would fall back together. Maybe, someday, you’d remember him.

Maybe.

#peter parker x reader #angst #angst with a somewhat happy ending #no way home #ambiguous ending #peter parker x female reader #manyamuses

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❝ ‎secrets out ! ❞ — damian wayne x fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ kissing, swearing, damian may be ooc a/n .ᐟ enjoy!! summary .ᐟ batboys find out damian has a girlfriend.

The soft hum of the city felt distant as Damian stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. It was a quiet night, the type where the world seems far removed, leaving only the warmth of the room, the soft scent of your perfume, and the steady rhythm of his heart, still pounding in his chest from the adrenaline of the night.

He sat on the edge of the couch, watching you with a rare soft expression that he didn’t realise crept onto his face. The dim light from the lamp beside you cast a warm glow, flickering softly in time with the music you were listening to. You were just a few steps away from him, currently flipping through the book you were reading, but the distance between the two of you felt like miles.

He hadn’t meant for this to happen — his feelings for you, this stolen moment in your bedroom when he was supposed to be on patrol, the way his heart sped up with every smile you sent his way. It was… new. New, but worth it.

“You’re staring,” you say without looking up from your book, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m not staring,” Damian shot back, his voice cool but a slight flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “I’m observing.”

“Sure you are,” you quipped, lowering the book a little to give him a look. “So, should I be worried about the intensity of your ‘observing’?”

Damian smirked, “No more than usual.”

You turned towards him with a smile, the kind that made his breath catch for a moment. It was the same smile that had been quietly unravelling him for weeks. The kind that said you made this all worth it — the danger, chaos and secrets. But in that moment, all that mattered was being here, with you.

He closed the distance between you in slow, purposeful steps, his usual confidence slipping away in favour of something a bit more vulnerable. Your hand reached towards his, the touch soft, a promise of something uncomplicated, something just for the two of you.

Neither of you said anything to each other at first — words felt unnecessary, and the silence between the two of you was more comfortable than anything he’d known. As if compelled by an invisible force, he took your face in his hands, gently cradling you like something precious. He leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

It was lighter than anticipated, tentative almost. You responded immediately, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, slow and heated, a spark igniting between the both of you. His heart seemed to hammer harder, the thrum almost deafening in his ears, as his hands moved towards your waist, his body betraying his pretense of control.

Just as the quiet moment reached its peak, a sudden crash made him freeze. His hand instinctively held onto your waist tighter, as he turned towards the window, his heartbeat thudding for a completely different reason than before.

You on the other hand didn’t notice. “It must have been the wind,” you said casually, but Damian wasn’t convinced.

The sound came again, louder, a thunk that made both of you pause.

The feel of his comm in his ear made his heart drop into his stomach. He slowly turned it back on, forgetting he silenced it before he had come up onto your balcony.

The channel was crackling with static for a moment — and then a voice came through, loud and unfiltered.

“Uh… guys?”

It was Tim.

“Does anyone else see that? On the second floor of the apartment building right there… that’s not a target. That’s Damian.”

Damian’s heart sank. You blinked, sitting up straighter. “Wait. Was that Tim?”

Before he could respond, another voice came through, louder and way too amused.

“No way. No way.” Jason this time. “Little D’s in a girl’s room. Making out.”

Damian moved to shut the comm off again, but it was too late.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Dick’s voice cut in, laced with disbelief. “Is that Damian??? In the window??”

“Oh fuck…” Damian sighed and put his head in his hands, the embarrassment colouring his skin, as you just smiled, amused by the entire situation.

There was a beat of stunned silence before the line exploded into chaos—Jason laughing so hard he was wheezing, Tim going “I KNEW IT,” and Dick trying (and failing) to sound responsible while still clearly freaking out.

You looked at Damian with wide eyes. “They saw us?”

Damian, red-faced and seething, crossed the room in a flash and yanked the curtain closed in one motion. “Apparently so.”

“Is that—are they watching us?” you asked, trying not to laugh but utterly failing at hiding your amusement.

“They are dead men,” Damian muttered, pressing two fingers to his temple as if it would somehow block out the sound of his brothers’ voices, which were still coming through the comm, loud and relentless.

“DAMIAN HAS A GIRLFRIEND—WHAT.”

That was Dick again, definitely shouting.

You doubled over in laughter now, unable to contain it. “Oh my God.”

Damian just groaned and sank back onto the couch, burying his face in your shoulder as you wrapped an arm around him.

“They’ll never let me live this down,” he mumbled into your sweater.

You kissed the top of his head, still laughing softly. “Probably not.”

#damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader #fem!reader #damian wayne x female reader #manyamuses

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