˗ ˏˋ•. damsel • 18+ • writer • side blog • been studying literature since the age of 11 ! • minors can like and follow and read my non-suggestive posts but please dni ! .•ˎˊ ˗
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𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 !
𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 .
★ Will you teach me how to paint the night sky? ★
↪ Damian Wayne X Failing Artist!Reader
↪ Status: own work
↪ Estimated word count: 10k
★ BATBOYS BUT IT'S DICK'S BIRTHDAY AND BRUCE INVITES F!STREAMER!READER OVER AS A GIFT. ★
↪ Batboys X Streamer!Reader
↪ Status: requested
↪ Estimated word count: pending...
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 .
★ What if we rewrite the stars? ★
↪ Damian Wayne X Acrobat!Reader
↪ Status: own work
↪ Estimated word count: pending...
all animated line dividers used in my posts are by @cafekitsune ! all art used in my posts do not belong to me !
(BTW for those of you wondering, I'm answering newer asks yes but I'm not ignoring old ones, I promise! They're just all part of a big post I'll finish sometime later)
★ SYNOPSIS: You just got your nails done, and Damian is obsessed with the feeling of them scratching against his skin.
★ TAGS: older!damian wayne, damian is 18+, suggestive themes, established relationship, fluff, a little bit of obsessive!damian wayne, a tad bit possessive!damian wayne, he can't stop thinking about your touch, specifically: your newly done nails, you know what you're doing to him you temptress
★ A/N: just a small thing while i continue working on bigger projects ^^ <333
line divider: @cafekitsune, left art: @/se_5eeeee (twitter), middle art: @/cr0wkid (instagram)
Okay but men who are obsessed with the feeling of your nails scratching their skin.
You just got them done. Acrylics. With his money. A pretty pink set tied together by cute bows sat by your cuticles. And Damian thinks he's starting to understand just why it is you're so obsessed with them.
You're looking up at him, all sleepy eyes and pretty lashes, raking your sharp nails down his stomach with barely any effort, just the slightest scratch, but it sends a shiver down his spine nonetheless; his eyes to the side and the ball in his throat bobbing as you plead so nicely for him to "Just stay the night.", "Ditch patrol for me just this once.".
A temptress, that's what you are, a vixen wearing human skin, looking up at him the way that you do, dragging him back down to bed with you while those sharp points scratch down his arms.
"Stay with me, Damian," you plead again with big eyes, brows knitted and lips jutting out in a pout. "Just this once."
And you nearly tempt him, the minx that you are, eyeing him down like your next meal. But he holds back.
Or at least, he thought he did. But later that night on patrol proves to be a different story; his expression tight; his jaw set; the ghost of your touch still scratching down his abs.
"Robin," his earpiece hisses, "pay attention."
But how can he?—when all he can think about is your eyes?
So pretty. His pretty girl. His beloved lover. Left pouting on the bed awaiting his return. Even when you know it might take him all night to get back to you.
Lord, he hates leaving you for patrol.
You were just so excited, giggling and batting your lashes at him as you flashed your nails and gushed, and all he could think about was the feeling of them raking down his back when he'd eventually take you to bed later that night.
But no, he had patrol.
And all he can think about during it is you.
"Something the matter, Little Wing?"
Grayson swings to perch by his side. Damian's jaw stays set.
"You don't look your usual self."
The younger man clicks his tongue—again, feeling that familiar scratch over his stomach, light and teasing and just screaming so much of you, that it sends a shiver straight down his spine.
"Hellooo? Earth to Robin."
"This isn't working," Damian tuts, ignoring his brother, "I can't think. I can't focus."
Not when the feeling of your nails is still on his mind.
"Why not, little bro?"
He speaks through gritted teeth, "She got her nails done."
And Grayson blinks. "Wh—? Oh." His brother's mouth parts, lips forming an 'o' before slowly curling to one side. "You like the scratch, huh?"
Damian's silence must be answer enough.
"You can go back to her, y'know? I can handle the Bat."
For a moment, Damian stays there, crouched at the corner of a rooftop overlooking the dull streets of Gotham as the city broods in darkness like she does every other night.
But then he thinks of you, of your whiney voice and your big, pleading eyes, and he finds himself slowly rising, grapple already in his hand as he shoots it towards a building and swings into the night.
He thinks Grayson yells something about enjoying himself. He's too caught up in the thought of your touch to care.
By the time he gets home, you're on the bed, phone in hand, the screen's glow hugging your face, your nails curled around its spine as you sit there so pretty, so patient, just waiting for him like you do every other night. His Beloved.
Your eyes go wide when he climbs through the window, frozen still, phone still in your hand, still wrapped up in your pretty pink acrylics. He near tosses it somewhere behind in his quest to get to you.
Legs on either side of him, nails digging into his shoulders; so close yet so far, still not quite touching him because of the irritating fabric of his suit—so he lays you down, all gentle and loving, anything for his Beloved, and wrestles with his shirt until he's in nothing but his pants and your eyes are raking down his abs.
He takes your hand and guides it to his stomach, curling your fingers just enough to have you scratching them along his skin.
The touch is electrifying. It's everything he's ever wanted and more, a groan leaking out his mouth, deep and shameless.
You're breathless as you whisper, "You're back."
And he's still groaning when he responds, "Just for you, Habibti. Only you."
Your fingers curl even more in your fluster. He groans again.
Just wanna quickly say something before I post a fic later today (hopefully), but yes, I am alive. Yes, I have been crazy busy. And yes, I am working on a long post answering all the asks you guys sent me while I've been away (thank you for all the checkups btw, y'all are so sweet 🥹💞💞💞). So so sorry for the silence and just lack of activity in general. Sometimes I disassociate and completely shut down and it makes it really hard for me to respond to people. Just wanna hide away in a corner and lurk yk?
I can't promise it won't happen again, but I will say that for now, I am steadily coming back and won't ever abandon this account, so thank you all for sticking with me during these trying times. Especially with the state of the world as of right now. I hope you guys are enjoying my fics and continue to do so in the future, and I hope I can provide a good enough escape for you guys to get away from real life yourselves.
Stay safe and take care!!
Signed, your local damsel in distress 💞
P.S. Honorary ask:
LMAO THIS WAS SO HILARIOUS TO RECEIVE IN MY INBOX 💀💀💀💀💀😭😭😭😭😭😭
Damsel I love you. Okay so I legit just ate up the Tim fic....I hope you sleep so soundly tonight. I absolutely love your writing! Know that you are appreciated and that you're amazing. Thank you for this fic!!! Have an amazing dayyyy. Please more of this!!!
-💐
Awww, omg, I'm so glad you liked the fic so much, everyone's well reception has flattered me sm so far ^^ <333
(Oh BTW, I've seen your second ask and out of respect for you since I think you spiralled a bit, I'll answer here without showing the public what you said but dw!! You are a sweetheart who hasn't overstepped my boundaries much, I look forward to all your asks 💞 thank you for your support <333)
★ SYNOPSIS: Desperate to show you what he has to offer, how he can treat you better than his brothers, Tim lays you down in bed and doesn't let go.
★ TAGS: suggestive themes, intense making out, clingy!tim drake, desperate!tim drake, pathetic!tim drake, he intertwines your hands and refuses to let go, you literally have all his attention, a bit of dry humping, is it really dry if you're wet though?, nvm it's a lot i got carried away
★ A/N: since y'all really liked him desperate last time, enjoy him clinging to you in bed <3
line divider: @cafekitsune, left art: @/_athenoot (instagram), middle art: @/_NIGHTFAR_ (twitter)
Tim guides you down onto the bed with an almost gentle reverence, his lips hot against your neck, warm like fire.
He's hot somewhere else too, right between your two bodies, poking just a little into you each time he bucks forward with a sudden jerk that screams just how much he can't control it; just how much he truly needs this.
"So perfect," he mutters into your skin. "So fucking perfect."
You can only shudder in response, his lips grazing your neck with each word, electric in their touch and the way you feel it shoot down your spine.
"Won't regret this," comes again in a slur. "Promise I can be better. Give me a chance to be better."
'—Than them,' his shaky tone adds without him even needing to speak.
And as if to back up his statement, one of his hand's fingers thread through yours again—sloppy and frantic as if the action itself wasn't as thought-out as it was instinctual to him—the other snaking around the dip of your waist near perfectly—
—before his lips slot right against yours.
You can't help but gasp at the suddenness, the way he lunged forward like he needs you to breathe, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue right through.
Coffee.
That's what he tastes like—coffee. Bitter and lingering and so distinctly him in a way that floods all your sense and has your eyes rolling back and your thighs pressing together.
He notices—because how can he not?—shuddering into your mouth, warm breath travelling straight down your throat and into your spine until it forms a fire underneath and has you arching right up against him to avoid the flicker of its flames.
There's a hint of something else there. Something minty.
Did he freshen up just for you?
Your breath wavers a bit, and he groans into your mouth, fingers readjusting themselves where they're locked with yours.
It's then when you buck your hips, and the drag of them against rough jeans has you realising he slotted a knee right between your legs, stealthy like on his missions, and is using the arm wrapped around your waist to help guide you over.
"God"—he shudders—"I can feel it through my fucking pants. Holy shit..."
And then, as if catching himself (or losing himself), his tone goes back to that shaky, desperate one he pleaded for you to give him a chance with.
"Feels good, right..? I'm making you feel good..?"
There's that fire again, your back's arch again.
You can only bring yourself to respond with a light groan that makes his eyes swirl with something that reflects only you, pupils so large, they've gone black.
He bucks his hips once more and you feel that tingle again, climbing right up to flutter in your stomach.
The sound you make is swallowed by his mouth.
"Thank you," he whispers between kisses. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
He pairs each one with a thrust, fingers tightening around your hand, arm pulling you close by the waist, body pressed right up against your own like he needs you to live, and you can feel the build up of something deep in your stomach, something he hits with each buck.
It's too much. It's not enough. And it comes crashing down on you like a wave.
Tim barely pulls away, hovering over you with such little space, it looks like he's still kissing you from afar.
And he might as well be, speaking against your lips with heaving, breathless pants.
Damsellll! Merry Christmas Eve! I hope that you find the spirit of Christmas very present this year!!
So, do you have any gifts for us this year?
Have an amazing day and eve!
-💐
Aww, thank you!! I actually don't celebrate Christmas as it's not really in my culture but!! I wish you and everyone else a very happy holidays!! I hope you guys get lots of gifts and have a very fulfilling time with family and friends (or on your own, if you prefer ^^) <3333
As for any treats for you guys, I'll try my best to get out the Tim oneshot sometime soon but I need the correct motivation, or it'll just turn out completely wrong and I'll be really unhappy with it 😔💔
Thinking of writing a sequel to 'City Girl' called 'Country Boy' where Damian visits Jon's farm and you tag along to surprise him. Obviously causing him to thirst over you 🙂↕️😤😌🤭
