#d.wayne

[emeraldkniight]

𝓞lder. d.wayne ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !

WARNINGS. . . drabble. damian!older. nsfw. sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation.

SUMMARY. . . where the reader bothers Damian because she is only a few years older than him, and he takes revenge in the cruelest way.

COPYRIGHT. . . No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited. LANGUAGE. . . English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.

You shouldn't have made fun of him. You felt sorry for yourself for making that joke that made him completely furious and put your body into such hungry need. 

With deep honesty, you wanted to cum all over the thigh that was sliding deep into your wet pussy; to be grotesquely smeared with all the fluids that came from the excitement he himself had caused you.

Did you really deserve this treatment just for pulling a stupid or mean prank?

You had one advantage over Damian, and that was that you were exactly one year older than him. The joke in the mansion about Damian being the youngest made you laugh, honestly. The only problem was that you did not know that you were not allowed to make a joke about his age. 

Even though Damian had grown up and was an adult, you decided to go along with the joke, thinking that the worst that could happen was that he would give you a dirty look. Little did you know that that would be the least of your problems compared to what was in store for you.

— What's the matter, Tn? Wasn't I just a fucking kid to you? Look where we now have the famous mature lady desperately begging to cum under my thigh. You've always been a bitch, but it surprised me that you're so weak and pathetic.

Your tears slid down your cheeks until they fell on his shoulders from the humiliating way he mocked you.

Your clit throbbed against the presence of hot skin touching you, it was full. Your own vaginal entrance of arousal was dripping fluid and clenching around nothing. The hypersensitivity of the approach of your orgasm did not allow you to see things clearly.

What hurt the most at that moment was knowing that Damian would not let you cum for anything in the world. That was your punishment for being mean to him, your penance.

And now, his thigh wasn't enough. Your entrance longed for a cock to sink into you so that it would be enough. 

As he sank into you, at first you felt nothing but fullness, nothing but the feeling of your belly being completely filled. Then he began to thrust into you so hard that for a moment you felt he was going to split you in two; his hips rocking against your abused hole where his manhood fit perfectly. Damian loved the feeling of being surrounded by your warmth.

Before you could really realize and regret it, he had had enough of you. So you were faced with the reality of lying in his bed, your thighs stained with his cum, with nothing to show for the encounter but suffering.

— I could have made you feel really good, but you had to be a fucking joker with your shitty jokes. 

Unfortunately, you knew he was right.

[karma1love]

You guys should read this book. It just started but it’s really good so far it’s a Damian Wayne x black reader Wattpad idk if you guys read Wattpad but this book is good.

[selfshipstorm]

kicks feet and giggles Okay I just wanna get these things out asdfghjkl this is mainly for me but if you see something that interests you, feel free to bring it up

Official Crush List - First up is Edmond from Secret So.ciety of Se.cond Born Roy.als. I have the bare framework of a s/i… but not much more than that. Villain man is sexy and i want him. Easy. - Second up is Jace Wa.yland. Yeah, i know. Basic white boy alert. Anyway, the s/i i'm coming up with here might be a bit weird and may break canon but thats on ✨self care✨. Also, Luke is some sort of dad/uncle to her ( haven't entirely figured that one out, contrary to my own beliefs ). - Thirdly we have Spencer Cassa.dine, actual prince and precious bean. I know its a soap opera and they thrive on drama but poor boy needs a break. So in comes my s/i ( who is surprisingly well thought out already ) and me with my god powers to rewrite the plot. - Then there's Zorina, my big tiddy goth crush whos also a demon. This s/i doesn't change much about me other than that shes a rockstar, so… take this as you will. - And now the newbies. M.arko, P.aul, D.wayne, and D.avid. The L.ost B.oys. Do i care? No. Am I making up canon as I go along ( like always )? Yes. Do i wanna polyship w them all? Yes, please. Is my s/i more than likely gonna be a werewolf? Yes. Do i have the werewolf lore created? Pretty much. The like... slogan thing for the movie is literally 'Sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die.' Sounds like fun. Also... big vampire cuddle pile. :):):):):):)

[originalbatgirlx-blog]

Even if Damian was a bit of a little shit, Barbara was very fond of him. She knew that he had his own issues that led him to be this way, and honestly, she was surprised that people who had been through so much at such a young age, like Damian, had managed to come out on the other side without being a complete disaster. It made her feel inspired to see such resilience—she admired that in Damian, though she would never admit it, knowing that it would only feed his ego (and the last thing anyone in this family needed was a bigger ego.) “Have you given any though to college?” Barbara peeked over the book she was reading. “Gotham State was great, though maybe I just thought it was amazing because I went there when I was too young to know better.”

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[journalois-blog]

Lois had been in the middle of cooking when there was a knock on the door, and she still had the wooden spoon in her hand when she went to answer it. “Oh, it’s always nice to see you, Damian,” she said warmly when she opened it, gesturing for him to come in. “Come on, get in here before Krypto ends up eating dinner. Do you want to stay?” Lois always cooked a lot of food—after living with not one but two Kryptonians, she had learned a long time ago that what she thought was enough food was never enough—so there was always a little extra. “Jon’s not home yet, but he should be back any minute now.”

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[ineedmora]

@reizor​ said ;  xiao, nonchalantly placing a pouch of mora in his hands. he has mora now.  /  𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

            ...Where did Xiao even get mora from...?? That was his first question when approached with the little bag- however he did not feel like asking for reasons was the most appropiate approach, or at least; not for now.   ❝ Is... there a special occasion for this ? ❞   It’s true that he kind of needed mora— however, he felt rather hesitant to accept it, simply because it was so unexpected and Xiao seemed to not find himself very bothered in offering an explanation. 

Should he even accept this ???

[battlebonedmoving]

I can't believe this years s.exiest man alive was a tie between I.dris e.lba, d.ev p.atel, j.ason m.omoa && the r.ock for his second straight year

[mayo3600]

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴜs シ ~ ғᴇᴍ!ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ

~ shopping spree ~

pov change! and longer chapter!

here it is!!!!!! thank you for your patience :)

information

prologue

chapters: one two three four five

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now playing➪

fantasy ~ bazzi

you should know

you can go where

you wanna go

i can take you there

wildest dreams, put some faith in me

take my hand to your fantasy

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delilah woke up in an even better mood than yesterday.

today was the day her and marinette were going shopping. something she never really did. she yawned, stretching.

delilah decided to look through instagram because she woke up a little earlier than normal.

  the first person she saw on her feed was marinette from last sunday.

mars.bars | mari

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mars.bars ootd!! did i get the another set shorts because of the cactus....? maybe 🌝🌚 but who's saying that?

delilah laughed remembering how exited when she found those shorts, she sent her a full paragraph of saying how great the shorts were.

  speaking of the angel, she got a text message just as she was thinking about her.

'she is totally reading my mind, that's why she's just messing with my feelings.' delilah grinned.

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mousy🐭: get ready, sunshine, i'm gonna be there in 30 👹

sunshine☀️: firstly, what is that emoji, and secondly, okay.

mousy🐭: don't ask. and get ready!! or i'm going to go in your room and pick out your outfit!

mousy🐭: skirt or pants? wink wonk.

sunshine☀️: anything is fine. i- okay. see you soon mousy. you can still pick my outfit if you really want to.

mousy🐭: yay!

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delilah jumped when she heard knocking. she must've been to distracted by marinette to hear alfred.

"breakfast is in 30." he smiled, looking at his blushing granddaughter.

"marinette is coming pick me up to go shopping to decorate my room. is that okay? and she's going to be here in 30 minutes so can she eat breakfast? and-" delilah asked, scared he would say no.

"of course, ms. delilah. i'm sure the boys would love to see her again." he said with a smiled, turning around going to the door, "she is welcome anytime, even if she wants to sleep." he winked.

"alfred!" she whisper yelled, turning redder than a ladybug.

"okay, okay." alfred left the room with a smirk.

'that evil butler!' delilah cursed, 'i should text her."

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sunshine☀️: alfred said you can eat breakfast, if you want?

mousy🐭: hell yeah i'll eat alfred's breakfast! his cooking was so good last night his breakfast must be amazing!

sunshine☀️: it is. it truly is.

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delilah went take a shower, doing her normal routine. putting on a robe, the then hurd a knock, knowing it wasn't alfred because it wasn't his three, short sharp knocks.

so it could only be one person.

marinette.

sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ⌨︎︎

ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ!

marinette wook up bursting with energy.

she gets to not only help delilah in picking room decor!

delilah, the girl that made marinette feel something she never felt before.

she knew she had a crush on the girl, i mean, it wasn't the same admired crush she had like adrien, but a simple 'i like you' and 'i want to get to know you more' crush.

'but she probably doesn't like me.' marinette sighed.

"mari! you obvious pice of cheese!" mullo squeaked, not only because she could tell that delilah had a crush on her, but because she was oblivious in general, "you need to get it out of your head! you can always be friends!"

marientte looked at the mouse kwami, "yeah! she can be my sister from another mister! isn't that the saying here?" she asked the last part to herself.

"you should text her about going," they said, flying over to get the cheese.

"yeah! great thinking mullo!"

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mousy🐭: get ready, sunshine, i'm gonna be there in 30 👹

sunshine☀️: firstly, what is that emoji, and secondly, okay.

mousy🐭: don't ask. and get ready!! or i'm going to go in your room and pick out your outfit!

mousy🐭: skirt or pants? wink wonk.

sunshine☀️: anything is fine. i- okay. see you soon mousy. you can still pick my outfit if you really want to.

mousy🐭: yay!

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marinette cackled like a mad woman, she was going to make herself match.

"i know that look!" mullo shouted across the room.

"we're going to match!" marinette said gleefully, squealing.

'hmmmm! ahah!'

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right before she was about to step into the shower, her phone went off.

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sunshine☀️: alfred said you can eat breakfast, if you want?

mousy🐭: hell yeah i'll eat alfred's breakfast! his cooking was so good last night his breakfast must be amazing!

sunshine☀️: it is. it truly is.

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"mullo! we're eating alfred's food again! go tell aunt harley and aunt pam!" marinette called, turning in the water.

"aye aye, captain!" mullo left the room, smile on their face.

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marinette pulled into the wayne driveway. walking up to the door.

"hello mr. alfred!" marientte waved to the older man, smiling happily, "i brought more croissants! it seemed the others liked them! and these are fresh!" she giggled.

"yes, they very much did. thank you, ms. marinette, we can have these at our breakfast." alfred took the box in gratitude, for he, too, enjoyed them.

"okay! i need to go to deliah's room! thanks mr. alfred!" she waved with a goofy grin and skipped of to delilah's room.

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she took the directions delilah gave her yesterday to get to her room.

"come in." she heard as she knocked on the door to delilah's room.

"okay! i brought some clothes! i may or may not have made them yesterday! but here!" marientte said, handing the bag over.

"thanks. i bet it's going to be amazing." delilah smiled, holding the bag.

once she went in and changed, she came out with a big smile on her face, not only because they were matching, but because it was comfortable, "it's amazing, mousy, i can see why it's high quality. him much is it?"

"it's on the house! after all, i wanted to do it!" marinette smiled at the taller girl.

"okay..." delilah was totally going to pay her back.

"go go go!" marinette cheered.

"okay, mousy." delilah smirked.

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delilah looked at the outfit with a blush. she didn't realize that she was going to be matching marinette, but, she wasn't mad.

"i look kinda... cute." she twirled in the mirror, "it's perfect."

"are you done yet?" marinette called, bouncing in excitement.

"yeah, i'm coming." she heard from the bathroom.

when delilah stepped out of the room.

it was almost as if nothing else in the world mattered. only delilah.

"you look good." marinette managed to breath out.

"thank you." delilah said, blushing a bit.

"anyway, i hear alfred's food calling my name!" marinette laughed, tugging delilah along.

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the food was amazing, as always, and marinette's fresh croissants were a big hit.

"bye! thanks for having me!" marinette waved goodbye to the wayne's, while dragging delilah.

delilah has gotten use to marinette pulling her around, if anything she kinda enjoy it.

"here, pick another song." marinette said, handing the phone over to her.

"okay." delilah didn't know what song to put on. then she remembered the song jason was playing the night before.

fantasy ~ bazzi

"you have good taste." marinette complemented delilah, who smiled in response, "wait! delilah, do you want to be in my outfit of the day post! becasue we match! if you want, of course."

delilah smiled over to the girl who was driving, "sure, angel, i would love to."

"yay!" she cheered, smiling at delilah, we can take it at target.

sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ⌨︎︎

ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ ᴘᴏᴠ!

"okay! ready?" marinette said, making her phone somehow stand in the car.

"yeah, i'm ready when you are."

"get ready!" the camera flashed and marinette ran to see the picture, "aww! it looks amazing!"

"yeah. it does." she smiled.

"it's posted! let's go." marinette gave a determined nod and laughed, delilah following behind.

she heard a ding from her phone and saw the poses she was @ in.

mars.bars | mari

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mars.bars look at my matching outfit with @d.wayne. thank you for posing in this! :)

delilah liked the post with a smile on her face.

"hey in the cart." marinette said seriously, looking delilah dead as she got into her eyes.

"why...?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

marinette sighed, walking over to her with, "just do it, love, we are going to have fun!" she jumped up and down.

"yes ma'am." delilah got into the cart, smiling in confusion.

"ready? yeah? let's go!" she raced to the decoration section, laughing joyfully as she saw delilah smile.

"let's go on a shopping spree!" marinette yelled, only softly enough for delilah could here.

"yeah!" delilah cheered.

yeah, she could get use to this.

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chapter five: closed

next: chapter six

you wouldn't believe the shity day i had.

i'm sorry this didn't come sooner! i'm going to be gone for a few days so if i don't update, that's why! 

do you guys like the longer chapters?

love you guys and stay happy! 😌

[reddrobins]

damians happiness [d.wayne]

Older! Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: The batboys begin to notice a shift in Damians behavior. Being the detectives they are, they decide to find out what could possibly could be bringing the demon child happiness.

“I’m worried.” was all Dick said when he made his way into the large kitchen.

Tim picked his head up from his computer, a look of confusion plastered on his face, “About?” The teen asked.

Dick leaned against the far countertop, looking at his younger brother. “Damian.”

Though Tim and Damians relationship had never been peachy, some part of him still cared for Damian, so he continued, “Is he okay?”

“Yes.” Dick said, waving his hands, “That's why I’m worried! He’s not his angsty self anymore, Tim!” Then he dropped his voice to a whisper, “I saw him smiling yesterday.”

Tim spit out his coffee. Damian? Smiling? “What? How? When? Does Bruce know?”

Dick passed his brother a paper towel and then shrugged, “I don’t know why or how or whatever, All I know is that somethings up.”

While wiping the spill, Tim bit his lip in contemplation, “Should we ask him? Like just in case he’s being mind controlled or under some toxin or something?”

The older son nodded, “Look, normally I wouldn’t spy on any of you, but this is worrying. I'm just thinking, maybe tomorrow we hang out with him. Forge it as some brotherly time and just see how he acts. A little recon mission.”

“Should we get Jason in on this?”

Dick shook his head, “No can do. Said he was on a mission with Roy and the gang.”

“Bruce?” Tim then suggested.

“Not yet. We’ll tell him if things get bad, don't want to bring too much attention to operation Annie.”

Tim quirked an eyebrow, “Operation Annie?”

Dick shrugged, “Yeah, you know, like orphan Annie. She's like always singing about how tomorrow will be happy and stuff.” At the look on Tims face, Dick rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I don't normally come up with mission names… Leave me alone idiot.”

Tim grinned and having nothing better to do the next day, agreed to his brother's plot.

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“I’m telling you, beloved, that a single bad mark isn't going to stop you from getting into Metropolis University.” Damian said into the phone, “Plus, if it just so happens to halt your admission, tell them you're dating Bruce Wayne's son.”

You laughed on the other side of the phone, “Dames, I am not using you as a way to get into college. That's just wrong.”

The teen vigilante shrugged, “They would be imbeciles to not let you admit anyway. It would be their loss.” Then, “And my love, why do you even want to go to Metropolis? Its so far away…”

“Aw,” You teased, “Will a certain boy miss me?”

Damian scoffed, “Obviously. The days are long and boring without my beloved.”

Blushing, you asked him, “Enough about me. What are your plans after this semester?”

Damian thought about what graduation meant for him. Full time as Robin. Was the only thing to come to his head. Of course though, he couldn't just say that to you. He hadn't mentioned that part of his life yet.

“Most likely boring business meetings.” The wayne teen said glumly, “Of course if you were to come work for my father…” He trailed off.

“Damian, I told you. I would love to but I already have my heart set on the Daily Planet.”

The stupid Daily Planet. That had been your dream since your eleventh grade journalism class. Damian didn't know why you had settled on somewhere as far as Metropolis, He thought the Gotham Gazette was just as commendable.

“I know, I will just miss you my love.”

You laughed at his neediness, “Dami, I will still talk to you daily. We have phones you know.”

“I know, it's just not-” A knock sounded at his door, “One minute (Y/N), someone is calling for me.”

Damian got off his bed and walked towards his grand door. Opening it, there stood Dick and Tim, suspicious smiles on their faces.

“Dames!” Dick said, grinning at his brother.

This caused Damians suspicion to grow, “Grayson.” He said formally, “What's the occasion?”

“Nothing special,” The man spoke, “Can’t a brother just want to spend time with his own?”

No, Damian wanted to say.

“What about you Drake, is it brother time as well?”

Tim shrugged, “I mean if Dick says so.”

“Damian, should I go?” Your voice rang out in a quiet whisper from the phone.

The addressed teen put a finger up, signalling his brothers to silence and then brought the phone up to his ear. “I’m sorry bel- (Y/N), our conversation will have to be continued later.”

Nodding in understanding, you said, “Of course, no worries Damian. Love you, have a good day.”

He hung up before he said it back, not wanting to clue his brothers in on his new secret lover. Before he could stop himself, a small lovestruck smile made its way to his face.

Too late.

“Who was that?” Dick asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

The youngest child rolled his eyes, smile dropping, “No one of your concern. Just a schoolmate needing help with work. Now,” Damian acknowledged the two at the door, “Can we get this brothers day over with please.”

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The day started off just as Damian had suspected, boring.

Dick had suggested the three of them go get ice cream and take a walk around Gotham Park.

Damian had already yawned a multitude of times, wanting nothing more than to go back to the manor and talk to you.

“So,” Tim spoke, “This is nice, I feel like we never do this.”

Dick nodded in agreement. Though, Damian not so much.

“Yes Drake, I love being dragged from my room to walk around a people infested grounds area. Certainly this is how I wished to spend my day.”

At that, Tim looked over at Dick, scrunching his nose. So much for Damian being happy, His eyes seemed to say. Dick just shrugged in response, maybe he did just imagine his brother's happiness.

Just about as he was going to speak, Damian's phone rang and the youngest teen excused himself.

“(Y/N)? Is something wrong?”

As your conversation continued, Tim and Dick had one of their own.

“It's that girl again.” Tim said. Dick nodded, “Look at him, he's smiling.”

The two turned to watch Damian, who was now smiling into his phone, kicking the dirt beneath him absentmindedly.

“She's the one that’s doing it to him. She's making him happy.” Tim deduced.

The eldest son rubbed his chin, pondering, then, “Tim. I have an idea.”

“Oh no,” The teen mentioned, moaned, he knew that look. It was the classic, ‘Grayson is up to something stupid’ look.

“You’re a genius with computers.” He spoke, Tim nodded along, “Tonight, we get a hold of Damians phone. You trace the call back to whomever (Y/N) is and tomorrow, we invite her to the manor!”

Dick, being the optimist he was, thought his plan was foolproof, Tim couldn't help but disagree.

“Two things, Dickie-bird, First, how the hell are we going to get his phone?” Tim asked, And secondly, this sounds like a horrible idea. I can't help but see this fall apart in like a million ways.”

Before Dick could disagree with his brother, Damian returned. “I apologize for that. What have I missed?”

Tim was going to fill him in, but Dick interrupted, “Who was that Damian?”

The teen mentioned glared at his older brother, “None of your business, Grayson…” Then, “But if you have to know, it was my classmate again. They had another question on the homework.”

Tim passed him a smug look, “You two seem to be awfully close or just classmates” He teased.

“Tt.” Damian gave, “At least I have game, Drake. Why don't you go back and talk with your minecraft girlfriend?” Dick laughed as Damian smirked while Tims face brightened to a cherry red colour.

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That night, you had received an odd text before heading to bed.

Hi, is this (Y/N)?

Was all it read. With hesitance, you responded:

Yes, and this is?

The next text was much more cheerful.

hi! My name is Dick. I’m Damian's older brother. The little man's phone broke so he’s asking me to message you. Tomorrow, he was asking, if you’d like to come over for Lunch? Here's the address: 1007 Mountain Drive, Gotham

You stared at your phone. Damian was inviting you to his house? Though this invite didn't really seem like a Damian move, you accepted.

Sure. Is 12 a good time to swing by?

Dick responded with a quick ‘perfect’ before saying goodnight.

Turning off your phone, you rolled over and went to bed. All the while dreaming about what tomorrow would bring.

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“Done.”

Tim looked up from his computer, making eye contact with Dick. “Done with what?” He questioned.

“I texted the mysterious (Y/N) and invited her to lunch.”

The younger brother's eyes went wide. “How,” He questioned, “How did you get Damians phone?”

Dick smirked, waving his own phone, “I didn't! It was genius, I just did a quick search on the batcomputer and her info popped up. So I texted her.”

“If Bruce finds out, you're dead.” Tim then shrugged, “I have to hand it to you DIck, that was pretty smart.”

Flashing a glimmering smile he spoke, “What can I say? I’m not all looks, Timothy. I have some brains in here.” He tapped his head.

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Twelve o’clock had arrived much sooner than expected.

After being dropped off by a taxi, you stared up at the big house. You had always imagined Damians house to be large, but this?

Shaking your thoughts away, you gingerly made your way up the stairs and to the front door.

Do you knock? Ring the doorbell maybe? Your thoughts were rampant, not wanting to make a bad impression.

Before you could even lay a finger upon the button, the wide doors swung open, revealing a tall man with sparking blue eyes and a disarming smile.

Dick Grayson. You knew from the tabloids.

“Um, Hello?” Your greeting came out more like a question, leaving Dick to chuckle.

“Hi!” He said excitedly, “I’m so happy you could make it… I mean Damians happy you could make it. He planned this after all!”

You eyed the older man, suspicious at his wavering tone of voice, but dismissed the distrust. “Yeah… me too.”

Silence took over the conversation as you stood waiting to come inside. Dick finally caught on, “Oh, my bad. Want to come in?”

Nodding, he led you inside. You almost fainted while looking at the sheer greatness of the manor.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor!” Dick said, proudly,”I know its a lot to take in at first, but you'll get used to it.”

No I will not. You thought.

“This way to the dining room, if you'd like to take a seat. Alfreds just finishing up lunch.”

So many questions swarmed in your head, Who’s Alfred, Why is their house so big, Where is Damian?

You nodded along, following Dick into the grand dining hall. You didn't know they made tables this long.

Before Dick went to check on lunch, he said, “You can sit anywhere… I'd suggest the last seat on the right, that way you'll be next to Dames.” His tone suggested teasing and you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

Be polite, you scolded yourself.

Taking a seat, you patiently waited for someone else to come into the room. When the door opened your heart picked up, hoping it was your loving boyfriend.

Alas, it seemed to be another raven haired and ocean eyed man. He seemed to pause when he saw you, confusion masked on his face. “Um, Hello?” He said, gripping his mug tighter towards him.

“Uh, hi?” You said, questioning tone once again.

You watched as the gears turned in his head until a lightbulb went off and he nodded to himself, “You must be (Y/N), right?”

“Yup.” Then, “You are?”

“Tim Drake. Damian's older brother.” How many brothers did Damian have? “The midget will be down soon. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Midget? Damian was like what? 5’11? Taller than you that is.

Tim left and you were left by your lonesome again. That was until Dick bursts back into the room, a tray of sandwiches in his hand. “It's fine Alfred,” He called into the kitchen, “Don't worry, I got it.”

He then turned to you, “Butlers am I right?”

Not knowing how to respond because you never had one, you nodded along.

“Does PB and J work for you? I know it's Damians favourite and I assumed it would just be yours too, seeing how close you are.”

Your cheeks flared at his words, did they all know you were dating? You thought it was a secret?

“Yes, works with me.” You said with a shaky laugh.

While you and Dick awkwardly made small talk, a bigger commotion was going on upstairs.

-

“Drake!” Damian pounded on his brother's door. “Drake open this up right now!”

Following Damians commands, Tim walked to his bedroom door, cracking it open, “Yes, Damian?”

The taller though younger brother pushed the door open all the way, stomping into the room. “Why is (Y/N) here?” He hissed.

Tim quirked a brow, folding his arms, “How do you know?”

“Tt,” Damian gave, “I’m not deaf, you imbecile. I heard the car pull up. Who invited her?”

Now, don't get it wrong, Damian was totally ecstatic to see you somewhere other than school, but he was not okay with his whole family being here.

“Me and Dick.” Tim said bluntly.

Damian's glare hardened, “When? Why did you think it was a good idea, you backstabbing al'abalah!”

Tim put his hands up in defence, “Listen. We saw how happy she made you and we just thought it'd be a nice treat to see her in person.”

Damian agreed, it was a nice sentiment, however, why here? “That doesn't excuse you both for betraying my trust. I wanted to keep my relationship private for a reason, Drake.”

His older brother smirked, “Relationship, huh? Thought she was just a classmate.” He teased.

The youngest Wayned groaned and stormed out of the room, racing down the steps.

-

Your laugh echoed throughout the dining hall. Damian stood in front of the door, smiling with butterflies in his stomach and palms sweaty. He couldn’t believe you were actually at his house.

Opening the door, he heard Dick say something stupid causing your laugh to erupt once more.

Upon opening your eyes, you caught Damians, the two of you staring at each other. Dick smirked and pushed his chair out from under him, “Well,” he started, “Guess this is my cue, have fun you two.”

At that, the man walked out of the dining room, not before giving Damian a wink.

The youngest Wayne rolled his eyes at his brother, then turned back to you.

“(Y/N).” was all he could muster.

“Damian.” You replied.

The teen raced over towards you, immediately grasping your hands and pulling you up from your seat, engrossing you into a hug. “You’re really here.” he whispered into the embrace.

You pulled away, smiling, “I am, my love.” You whispered back.

Damian let go of your hands and took the seat across from you, “I apologize for the odd circumstances of course, this was not how I wished to introduce you to my family.”

Nodding in understanding, you dismissed his apology with a wave, “Damian, it doesn't bother me at all. I quite like your brothers.”

Groaning, Damian spoke, “Can't say the same, beloved. They did plot against me, after all.”

Smirking, you reached across the table, playing with his fingertips, “If they hadn’t, we wouldn't have seen each other today. Maybe you should be thanking them.”

Damian soothed the back of your hand with his thumb, “I would’ve found a way to see you. I can’t stand to live a day without seeing you.”

At his flirtatious words you blushed, “Damian Wayne, you are the only one for me.”

It was his turn to blush, “Same for you beloved.”

You pulled your hand away, lifting the silver cover from your lunch tray, “Good. Now, time for sandwiches or?”

Damian pondered for a moment then, “I have a better idea.”

-

The two of you sat on a big red blanket, settled down in the front yard of the Manor. While you munched on your freshly made pb and j, Damian sat with Titus in his lap, stroking his fur.

You couldn't help but admire the view, he looked like a prince. Strong jawline, bright green eyes and soft well kept hair, and it was all yours.

You sighed lovingly causing Damian to look over, “Enjoying the view?,” He teased.

Playfully, you rolled your eyes, bringing your arm up to ‘hit’ him.

He caught it, turning your play punch into a handhold.

Brining your grip towards his mouth, he kissed your palm, leaning against the warmth of your hand.

Enjoying the calm and serene moment, the both of you stayed in this position for quite some time, too in love to notice the car pull up.

-

Inside the Manor, Dick and Tim stood by the large front window, looking out at the scene on the lawn.

“Something wrong boys?”

The two brothers jumped at the voice behind them. There stood Bruce, dressed in business attire, briefcase still in hand as he had just got home from WE.

Tim was the first to speak up, “Yeah actually. Damians smiling.”

Bruce gave his signature bat-smirk at his son, “And that's a problem?” Yes, though it was odd, Bruce found comfort knowing that something in this word could make his angsty teen of a son happy.

Tim looked up at Dick for help, He quickly jumped in, “Of course not Bruce, it's just… odd? We’ve spent years trying to get him to laugh, to smile, anything and then suddenly, he's enjoying himself?”

Bruce could've sworn for the kids he considered intelligent, they sure had no grasp on relationships, platonic or otherwise. The tall man made his way in front of the two, looking out on the lawn.

A smile crept onto his stoic face as he saw Damian, curled up against you, laughing at something you had said. “He’s in love.” Was all Bruce said.

He walked away from the windows, only stopping when he realised his sons were still spying on the couple. “That's enough,” He said, waving them away from the window, “I’m sure you’ve both intervened already, leave the boy be.”

Though Tim and Dick still yearned to watch their little brother fall further and further for you, they listened to their father and backed away from the tall window, closing the curtains.

-

“They’re gone.” Was all Damian said to you.

Picking your head up from his lap, you furrowed your brows, “Huh?”

“My Brothers,” He explained, “They were spying on us. Though, they are gone now.”

“Oh.” You responded, laying back down.

Damian went to play with your hair, “It is just us now, beloved.”

You hummed in response, loving the feeling of his head massage. Comfortable silence took over the conversation until you felt Damians hand stop.

You looked up at him, confusion on your face, “Something wrong, Dami?”

The teen shook his head, “No, I was just thinking.”

“About?” You pushed.

“Kissing you.” He said bluntly.

Face turning red, you gave out another ‘Oh.’ You sat up once more, turning your body to face him.

“Can I?”

Instead of using your words this time, you lightly placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close, sealing your lips together.

Little did the two of you know, up in the second story study stood Bruce, smiling down at his son from the window.

[emeraldkniight]

𝓞lder. d.wayne ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ esp. . . !

ADVERTENCIAS. . . drabble. damian!older. contenido nsfw. sexo, masturbación, negación del orgasmo, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradación.

SUMMARY. . . en donde la lectora molesta a Damian por ser mayor que él solo por unos años y este se venga de ella de la manera más cruel.

COPYRIGHT. . . ningún tipo de copia de mis obras está permitida. Se permite la libre traducción siempre y cuando se den los créditos correspondientes a mi persona.

𝓝o debiste burlarte de él. Te compadecías de ti misma por haber hecho ese chiste que lo hizo ponerse completamente furioso y hacer someter a tu cuerpo a tal hambrienta necesidad.

Querías con profunda honestidad correrte encima del muslo que se deslizaba en lo más profundo de tu coño mojado; siendo embarrado de manera grotesca de todos los fluidos provenientes de la excitación que él mismo te había provocado.

¿Realmente merecías tal trato solo por hacerle una broma sin sentido o maldad?

Tú tenías una ventaja sobre Damian, y era que eras mayor que él por un año exacto. La broma en la mansión sobre Damian siendo el más joven te hacía reír, sinceramente. Sin embargo, el único problema era que desconocías que tú no tenías permiso para hacerle una broma sobre su edad.

A pesar de que Damian había crecido y ahora era mayor de edad desde hace tiempo, decidiste unirte a la broma, pensando que lo peor que podría pasar sería que te mirara mal. Sin embargo, desconocías que eso sería el menor de tus problemas en comparación con lo que te esperaba.

— ¿Que pasa, tn? ¿No que era un puto crío para ti? Mira donde tenemos ahora a la famosa señorita madura, rogando desesperadamente por correrse bajo mi muslo. Siempre has sido una perra, pero me tomó por sorpresa que seas tan débil y patética.

Tus lagrimas se resbalaban por tus mejillas hasta caer sobre sus hombros debido a la manera humillante en la que se mofaba de ti.

El clítoris te palpitaba sobre la presencia de la piel caliente raspandote, estaba lleno. Tu propia entrada vaginal de la excitación chorreaba fluidos y se apretaba alrededor de la nada. La hipersensibilidad de la aproximación de tu orgasmo no te dejaba ver las cosas con claridad.

Lo que más dolía en ese instante era saber que Damian por nada del mundo te permitiría correrte. Ese era tu castigo por haber sido mala con él, tú penitencia.

Y ahora, su muslo no era suficiente. Tu entrada ansiaba que una polla se hundiera en ti para que bastara.

Cuando se hundió en ti, en un principio no sentiste nada más que plenitud, nada además de la sensación de tener el vientre completamente lleno. Luego, empezó a embestirte tan fuerte que sentiste por un momento que iba a partirte por la mitad; sus caderas se balanceaban contra tu agujero abusado en el cual su virilidad encajaba a la perfección. Damian adoraba la sensación de sentirse rodeado por tu calor.

Antes de que pudieras realmente darte cuenta y arrepentirte, ya había tenido lo suficiente de ti. Por lo que, te enfrentaste a una realidad donde estabas en su cama con los muslos manchados de su orgasmo sin obtener nada a cambio del encuentro más que sufrimiento.

— Pude haberte hecho sentir realmente bien, pero te tocó ser una puta bromista con tus chistes de mierda.

Lamentablemente, sabías que tenía razón.

[nxrthmizu]

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prompt | ‘Detective and Criminal AU’ 

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

words | 1k

author’s note | Let’s go! Part three :) 

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“Luka... Couffaine?” Damian furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

The black cat kwami nodded. “That’s right.” 

“... Am I supposed to know who that is?” 

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The spatter of red on his palm didn’t faze the blonde at all. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was just a splotch of fabric dye... But the footsteps were getting closer, and the clock counting down the seconds to his death was becoming more deafening. 

“Adrien.” Vengeur growled through his mask, crazed blue eyes sparkling like a mutated wolf’s even in the dark of the night. 

The blonde groaned as the man dressed in black yanked his wrist up violently, a sharp blow adding to the thousands that he had already received in the gut when the man realised the ring was gone. 

“Where is the ring?” Vengeur yowled, a feral anger blazing in the eyes that Adrien realised were familiar to him. “Where the hell is the ring?” 

Coughing weakly, the blonde managed a slight victorious smile at the man’s fury. “Somewhere safe,” Some would even say that Adrien dared to look cocky in the last moments of his life. “Somewhere you’ll never find.” 

“You little...” 

Adrien wasn’t surprised by the face he saw when Vengeur tore off his mask. “Luka... How did it come to this?” 

“It’s all your fault.” The teal-eyed man hissed, his hand clenching into a fist that could crush mountains. “Yours and Ladybug’s. If you managed to save Marinette’s parents, she wouldn’t have left Paris behind! She wouldn’t have left me behind!” 

The cries of the heartbroken man had brewed into a toxic potion of anger and fury, fuelling Vengeur’s determination to chase down the miraculous to bring back his beloved bluenette’s parents. 

“Do you think I don’t regret that everyday?” Adrien choked out, more splashes of red accompanying his sorrowful words. “Do you think Ladybug doesn’t regret that everyday of her life?” 

“Then you should’ve cooperated.” Said Vengeur, unsheathing the double-edged sword that he had used to chase down Chat Noir for three months. “If you’d cooperated, all we need to do is find Ladybug and her earrings, and we’d be able to bring Marinette and her parents back to Paris.”

Staring in to the face of death, Adrien spat on the blade, defiance clear in his eyes. “Marinette would never forgive you. If anything, she would run even further away from you.” 

“Shut up.” Luka’s eyes were completely void of any care as his blade striked a line across Adrien’s throat, the night regaining its’ cold silence as Chat Noir bade the world goodbye. 

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“Let me get this straight.” Damian paced the apartment, Plagg drifting behind the green-eyed detective. “Luka Couffaine, or rather, Vengeur, killed Chat Noir- Adrien Agreste- Because he wanted the cat miraculous, which when combined together with the ladybug miraculous, can bring back someone from the dead.” 

Plagg nodded. Damn, the kwami thought, the kid’s a fast learner. 

“And Luka Couffaine has somehow convinced himself that if he can bring back Cheng’s parents, who were killed in the last akuma battle- He can convince Cheng to go back to Paris?” Damian clarified, rubbing his hands together as he sorted out all the information in his mind. 

“Correct.” 

“But he doesn’t know that Marinette Cheng is Ladybug.” 

The black cat kwami nodded again. “Yep.” 

Damian was quiet for a while, thoughts running through his mind at two hundred miles per hour. “And does Luka Couffaine know where to start looking for Ladybug? Could Chat Noir have given anything by accident?” 

“No, Adrien didn’t even know that Marinette was Ladybug. He didn’t even know where Marinette went after she left Paris, either.” Plagg pointed out as-a-matter-of-factly. 

“Vengeur can’t possibly be planning to search every city in the world for Ladybug?” The green-eyed detective frowned, trying to predict Vengeur’s next move on the continent-wide chessboard. “What is he going to do next?” 

Plagg grimaced. “That’s what we don’t know, and what we have to figure out.” 

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“Well that’s helpful,” Marinette commented sarcastically, Damian’s empty desk right in the middle of her sights. “He called in sick.” 

The bluenette grumbled in displeasure, going through her emails to make sure she didn’t miss anything important. One of her more recent emails caught her eye- One from an old friend. 

From: alyacesaire@mail.com

To: marinettecheng@mail.com

Subject: Update 

[Marinette, 

Things aren’t pretty in Paris right now. Luka’s been consistently asking everyone where you are- He’s really worried about you, girl. Everyone’s been on edge ever since Adrien... You know. Of course, I didn’t say anything about where you went- A promise is a promise, and I understand why it’s difficult for you to face Paris right now. 

The police are still trying to track down Adrien’s killer. They haven’t disclosed any information to the public yet, but Sabrina (She’s in their crime division now, remember?) did tell me that they have a lead. Chat Noir is still nowhere to be seen, and Paris is completely defenceless. We’re all hoping the killer doesn’t strike again. 

Please stay safe, 

Sincerely, Alya] 

The bluenette leaned back into her chair with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. Alya was right- Paris was utterly defenceless- But she doubted the killer would make a move anytime soon. It was pretty obvious to her- The killer wanted Chat’s miraculous, and the next target would only be Ladybug herself. 

Before she could continue to unpack the various events that were unfolding in Paris, another email caught her off her guard. 

From: damianwayne@mail.com

To: marinettecheng@mail.com

Subject: We Need to Talk 

[I’m just going to cut to the chase. We’re apparently, both smart enough to figure out each other’s alter egos. 

Long story short, I found your ring. ... Actually, your ring found me. And broke my display case. In addition, we have a first-person witness to Agreste’s murder. 

Get off work early. We need to talk. My apartment, Gotham Lotus Apartment, Block B, Level 14, Lot-A27. 

D.Wayne] 

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[bookgeekgrrl]

Soundtracks this week (11-Oct-2020)

this was a good week. i voted, i got homemade dumpling soup from a friend, i got ghost himbo band t-shirts, i got vaccinated, i listened to a great interview with a fave author, i had my bi-weekly catch up with another friend, had 2 very good baths and i’ve made very good use of my hot water bottle. 

THE PODCASTS

David Tennant Does A Podcast With...Neil Gaiman - unsurprisingly, heavier on Doctor Who, which I was not mad about.

David Tennant Does A Podcast With...Brian Cox

David Tennant Does A Podcast With... Elizabeth Moss - when you consider that i have NEVER seen any of her big roles/shows, this podcast was surprisingly delightful to me - she’s utterly charming and upbeat

Thank You, Five: Xanadu

Desert Island Discs: Samantha Morton

Desert Island Discs: Yusuf Cat Stevens

EW’s BINGE:  Bonus BINGE: Dan Levy on Schitt's Creek Season 6 - if you are a SC fan at all, do yourself a favor and listen

THE MUSIC

Alabama 3/A3 - sometimes you just want your day full of country acid house and thanks to D.Wayne Love (RIP) and Larry Love you can have that

Classical for Autumn

'80s Dance Hits

The Rocky Horror Picture Show - Original Soundtrack

Julie and the Phantoms: Season 1 (From the Netflix Original Series)

Xanadu  - basically the soundtrack to the movie - I then tried to listen to the original cast recording of the musical but it was terrible to my ears? Cheyenne Jackson was the only voice that didn’t grate like nails on a chalkboard.

Rumours [Fleetwood Mac]

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (Music from the TV Series)

[dailybugle]

HEADLINE

This is my dog, Titus.  I demand that there be an article about how he is a good boy and deserves his television time.  Enclosed is $600 and a picture of Titus, which is worth significantly more than $600.  I hope this proves to be sufficient payment.  

-D.Wayne.

WHO’S A GOOD BOY? TITUS IS A GOOD BOY

Yes he is. Yes he is. Good dog.

[originalbatgirlx-blog]

Barbara woke up slowly. Her head was throbbing and she blinked a few times, realizing that she must have been slowly coming off pain meds. She noticed that Damian was in the room, but before she could really say anything or fully register that he was there, she raised her hand to her temple, pressing at it and groaning softly, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please tell me my dad isn’t here,” she said. “He’s going to have a heart attack.”

{ @ofrobin liked for a starter }

[ineedmora]

        ;   @flodeuyns​​ twirls hair fruitily.. haha hiiii  /  𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

            ❝ —Mhm...  What a wonderful piece .... the colors are quite rich if you ask me.. A vibrant yellow, not as uncommon as red , however- the value for it would still be high. That, of course, if the piece in question is legitimate .... ❞   He pondered out loud , almost as if he was entirely sumerged in his own little world with the unfortunate side effect of unintentionally disregarding to the side the stranger’s peculiar mannerisms directed towards him, for it was important for Zhongli to determine the authenticity of the amber piece that was so enthusiastically being offered to the two of them for a relaitvely fair price. 

Thankfully, this little buble of his was rather easy to poke, and the sound of a sly voice managed to comfortably reach to him.   ❝ Ah, my apologies— surely you must as well want to look at the jewelry— ❞   And taking a step to the side, It was in that moment that Zhongli was able to finally perceive the other´s laid back attitude; With fingers threading carefully through long strands of hair and an elbow nonchalantly resting against the nearby table, the individual next to him gave more the impression of a cat leisurely waiting for their respective spoonful of attention rather than giving the image of a renowed collector of jewelry.  It was through looking at those vibrant eyes that Zhongli could tell that the other did not come precisely for the jewelry in question but had other interests in mind.  

            ❝ —Something must have caught your attention ...Would you mind enlightening me ? ❞