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︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・ 𝘿𝘾 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙨
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʙᴀᴛꜰᴀᴍ x ʀᴇɢʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ tragedy strikes and washes your entire life away at just 16, you're spirited away to Wayne Manor, but what lies ahead isn't a Cinderella story.
The next 10 years are a living hell until you meet a violent end. However, you aren't allowed to rest when you're brought back to 10 years in the past just after you lose everything you've ever loved.
ɴᴏᴡ, you wield otherworldly powers you should've had from the start and can see what made it all go wrong.
You can fight. You can overcome. You can be who you were always ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ.
TW: past suicide, past mental, physical and emotional abuse, neglect, parental death, mourning, depression & anxiety, criminals doing criminal things and you probably doing far worse to them, incest, noncon, the supernatural
Ty's note: You/Starling will only be your 16 year old self for a short while until you break the curse. Then, you'll be your 26 year old self. Nothing romantic or sexual happens between you and the adult characters until you're of age and same goes for until minor characters grow up.
Your powers and circumstances have slowed your aging after turning 26.
ᴀᴄᴛ 1, ᴀᴄᴛ 2, ᴀᴄᴛ 3. ᴀᴄᴛ 4. ᴀᴄᴛ 5. ᴀᴄᴛ 6
𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙢 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2025 👻
ᴀꜱᴋꜱ:
Damian always had feelings for you
Incest, forgiveness + a little bit on the the Batfam's allies during your first life
Damian likes tiddies
a little nsfw in your daily life~
the Batfam's ages at the beginning of your second life + how Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, and Tim would react if they found you were secretly hooking up with someone
what they call you before & after they fall
how the batgirls react to being attracted to you
slight nsfw, Alfred walks in on you and Bruce
you've got hoes
ain't too proud to beg: they have to earn you
the batboys + Alfred gaslight Steph
when you start flirting with Bruce + ignore the batboys
how they stalk your socials
pure crack: Lego Batman, Robin, and Alfred cross into your world
Alfred's reaction to the fam falling for you
your suit melts off during a fight
different ways they each hurt you in the past, how you spent money, and work history
one for each of them: you magically split into 5 and they each get their own Starling
Who's that girl?: Bruce + the batboys' love interests react to them falling for their sister/daughter
who would pull your hair when you're blowing them + their reaction to their friends flirting with youI
how Bruce treats you in private v public and how you react to Tiktok/Insta
How about I kinda resented him (it's not his fault, but I like to be petty) because it's like he and one other guy were breakout actors for the last 5 years and I got sick of seeing him all over the place... >u>;;;
I didn't think he had the range, nonnie. I only know some of his old trash projects and I doubted he had it in him to play Adam, and I almost skipped Frankenstein entirely cause his ass was attached to it. I'm so ashamed😭
But then...
those promo shots...
Nonnie, he ain't ever looked better.
And then his acting! 😭 I was so wrong! I've never been so happy to be wrong before in my entire life, and I actually like this cinematic version more than the novel???
And then I'm seeing bts stuff on how he was chosen for the role and the way he thought about the work etc, and he's actually really thoughtful and insightful?
saw some guy on tiktok say that he never saw frankenstein’s creature, he only saw Jacob Elordi in sfx makeup the whole time and it’s such an annoying take to me. cause it happens with every attractive actor that becomes popular among ‘female audiences’, Chris Evans was just Captain America with a pornstache in The Grey Man and Joseph Quinn was Eddie Munson in a toga in the new Gladiator like
the only reason men can’t see a character past an actor is cause they’re sooo mad that women like them that they occupy such a big space in their mind and i’m so fucking sick of hearing about it
So, since Starling is the victim of yandere shenanigans, referring to her as darling was going to be a default but I really wanted an actual nickname instead of a placeholder for her because she's YOU and an active character in this story. c:
And then you being called a nickname picked by Alfred himself would make it even better and more personal~ A lovely anon suggested Alfred could call her his star and I went with Starling because I imagine it's something he says affectionately when it's just the two of you.
So, basically I wanted a personal nickname for you and Alfred (your new family) gifting you one out of love meant so much to me.
I really enjoyed your first kinktober fic with Damian. That boy did not waste any time. 😭 I was wondering if you have a list in order or is it more of a in the moment kind of list? Also another question will the reader get tag team in this set up or will everyone have their special moments with the reader alone. I just think it'd be funny that everyone would be fighting for readers, attention why they're vulnerable. And one of the bat family members has an epiphany. Like we could just share lol 🤷🏾
Everyone else: Yeah you're right!!! 😏👅
Alfred and Reader: No that's illegal ✋🏾🛑 😨
Honestly, I think it would be Duke or Cass that would say it. Duke would say it jokingly. Cass is 110% with it. And then everybody else would just be on board because they want some ass.
Xoxo 💋 love your writing
Hi, sweetie!
I do have a list with characters and kinks all planned out for each day but I'll reveal them the day of to make it fun. c: And yes, tag team of multiple occasions rip your holes
Alfred's been living in both heaven and hell since you were brought into his life, and he's so tired. 😭 He'd run away with you if he could but he's already dedicated his life to the Waynes and taking you away would make the two other heirs crashout
That's so real. Duke was just joking! He didn't even think anyone heard but you know the room suddenly goes quiet just when something is being said at the wrong moment? That was him and he wants to punch himself.
Cass is already dividing up time like everyone has to put in hours and claim holiday time before it's snatched up. She's a little too good at this like she's been planning this for a while
For your serie, please be nice to my baby Jayjay. Jason has suffered far too long under the grip of bad writing—so please, write him better. And also, I love how you portray Jason as the yearned final boss.
I’d kneel for you for all that Jason writing that makes me giggle like a lovestruck teenager. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Heey, bb! I could never do baby Jay dirty like ever, so there's no need to worry about that. I once thought about hurting his feelings and legit teared up at the thought. 😭
And thank you! Men who yearn earn, and I feel like he'd be the type who you, unfortunately, have to make the first move for or he'll think you'd never want to be with him. Hell, he'd doubt you'd want to be with him even if you're the one initiating every date 😒
No need to kneel, bb, I'm grateful you like my stuff. It means so much!
wait ru doing kinktober in November?? I'm Lowkey so confused
That's so valid and I'm confused too 😭
September and Oct were highkey emotionally and mentally draining months that I couldn't really enjoy or get into the headspace of writing despite already planning each day out. I was just so drained and I'm not beating those chronically late allegations 😭
Good thing idgaf about thanksgiving so it's just Halloween 2.0 to me so hopefully you and some kind others can look the other way >u>;;;. So sorry about the confusion, bb!
oh my gosh, the damian kinktober piece was so good,, would starling remember anything afterwards, or would it be just a dream. i can't get out of my mind that hes deffo not the only one who would drug them. Maybe tim would as well?
Tysm! I was so excited to write that one especially 🩵
I plan on each day continuing on from the next like on Day 2, Starling wakes up in Damian's bed and then something else happens and then Day 3 picks up where that left off etc etc
Drugging will def happen and Bruce isn't taking any prisoners if he finds out someone's bringing drugs into his house 😩
Unless it's to use on you. Then, it's okay as long as they don't make it a habit (gotta keep you healthy, don't cause addictions or any impairments etc) and he gets a piece. 😳
Incest and noncon is a given, BUT CHEATING? Now I'm even more interested👀 I'm so excited UGHHH😭
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The first time I ever wrote anything like cheating was when a lovely anon asked how the fam's current love interests would react, and it was something like a gateway drug 😔
Came out the gate with incest and noncon ~ hope you all enjoyed 🩵
I lost the last piece of my mind when I thought about making Starling call Dami 'brother' in Arabic. It's over. We're just gonna go all in with the degeneracy yeeeeee
No matter how far you run, you'll always truly have one home to return to and it's Wayne Manor whether you want to admit it or not.
And fortunately, your beloved little brother is more than happy to take care of you. Aren't you lucky?
Damian awoke with the inexplicable feeling that you were coming home today. His heart thumped and his fingers clinched his duvet in anticipation as he pressed his lips into a thin line to keep cool.
No, you hadn’t called or texted, but he knew that you’d glide in with the autumn breeze and to your home—to him—where you belonged.
His intuition was always perfect when it came to you. He was always able to predict where you’d be before you planned on going, when you were in trouble, or when you felt particularly strong emotions even if you weren’t in the same place.
He didn’t need to explain how he knew you’d come home today—no one else deserved an explanation of your ties that ran deeper than any blood relation—and he couldn’t explain even if he wanted to. He just could simply taste you on the air and he tingled all over.
Thankfully, the manor was thankfully empty save for Alfred Pennyworth, so no one could notice how Damian seemed to be unable to concentrate. He’d long abandoned his biology textbook in favor of pacing around the sunroom where he could get a clear view of you when you walked up the side path as you did when you came home.
He still remembers your reaction when he told you he was going to be a doctor. You were the first person he’d told. Your mouth parted and he could see the beginning of tears glossing over your eyes when you embraced him in a tight hug, your head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck since he’d finally outgrown you.
You’d spoken into his chest, right over his heart, the things he’d always wanted to hear, things he’d been fighting all his life for.
“I knew you’d go on to save others, and I’ll always believe in you no matter what you choose.”
You stood up your tiptoes and kissed his temple, overwhelming with sisterly affection but he’d felt more. He’d always felt so much more.
You supported him wholeheartedly in his studies and encouraged him to enjoy collegiate life. He appreciated the attention and genuine care but he was getting frustrated with turning down suggestions to socialize on campus when he’d much rather spend time with you.
“Hey,” you perked up from the book you’d been reading on his bed as an epiphany hit you. He’d been reading through medical journals he’d gotten from his school’s archives in a computer chair not far from you as he looked up silently permitting you to go on.
“Whatever happened to your girlfriend?” You suddenly remembered he’d apparently had a girlfriend when he was younger and he never brought her around to meet you. You’d started getting close when he was around 14 and the bond only strengthened over the years now as he’d just turned 20.
You bent your lips in dissatisfaction. It was kind of weird he didn’t introduce his love interests to you. “Flatline? Are you still seeing her?”
Damian’s jaw clenched and you could see a large vein pulsing in it the same way Bruce’s did when someone was triggering a landmine.
You softened your tone and eyed him patiently, “Did you break up?”
“A long time ago.” He almost growled. “I broke that off when I was a child. It didn’t mean anything.” He frowned and returned to his book.
You frowned sympathetically as you softly whispered. “She was your first girlfriend so it was still something special.”
He wrinkled his nose and you could tell he was fighting back a huff.
“I’m sorry about the breakup, Damian. I didn’t know.” You reached out and lightly rested your fingertips on the back of his hand.
“Why would you even care about that? I didn’t tell you.”
“Yeah,” You looked down sadly and he instantly hated himself, “You didn’t…Why?” You looked up at him insecurely, “Aren’t we close enough for you to tell me those things?”
He closed his book as he locked eyes with you. You’d once again completely disarmed him and you didn’t even know it.
“You’re the closest person to me, habibti. You’re the only one who matters.”
You smiled and held his hand, “I’m not sure about all that,” You squeezed his hand, “but I’d like it if you felt comfortable sharing more of your life with me.”
‘You’re my life.’ He thought.
“I can do that.” He said.
Suddenly, he was brought to the present when he felt a shift. Rushing to the front door, he threw it open before you’d even inserted your key.
You were a vision, always better than his memories and pictures. Maybe it was only two weeks since you’d last seen each other but it felt entirely too long for his liking.
Your eyes were sheepish with dark bags underneath that told of many sleepless nights. You tried to smile like you didn’t have a care but he could see the barely concealed splintered courage.
You drew your coat tighter around you as you shivered from far more than just the brisk autumn chill that invaded Gotham and he had the urge to take you into his arms. However, he didn’t need to when you tripped over your own feet and fell into his arms. Of course, he caught you with ease.
“Habibti, what’s wrong?” He brushed the hair from your face before carrying you inside to a recliner beside the fireplace. You could feel his heart spiraling in his chest as you shuddered from involuntary chills.
“Don’t worry.” You said as you weakly patted his chest. That only made him worry more. “I just feel weak.” You exhaled, “I needed to come home.”
You grinned cheekily and looked up at him, “I needed someone to take care of me and remembered that there’s a doctor in the house.”
He fought the urge to press a kiss to your forehead and squeeze you even closer against him if that were possible, but he was on high alert and needed to tend to you even if that meant leaving you for even a moment.
“I’ll go get Alfred. Just wait for me.” He hesitated but finally removed his arms, and you hurriedly grabbed his wrist before he retreated out of reach.
“Damian, it’s not a cold.” You struggled to find the words. You hadn’t told anyone, not even Duke or Jason or the one other person who could understand, that being John Constantine.
“I’m just a little weak.” You pulled yourself up so you were sitting up against the throw pillows. “Look,” you raised a hand and Damian watched as your scars flickered a faint gold before going out to your normal skin tone. “My powers are going into sleep mode.” You whispered so only he could hear, so that the surveillance hopefully wouldn’t catch it.
“I’m going to be out of commission this month. I’m going to be,” you choked as the fear finally overtook you, “vulnerable.”
You bowed your head as tears burned your eyes and he immediately sat on the chase and drew you into his arms. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, habibti. I’ve got you.” He whispered into your hair, “I’ll keep you safe.”
You sobbed into his chest, feeling even more pathetic with each choked rasp. “I’m so sorry, Damian. You shouldn’t have to.” and that made your heart burn more.
You didn’t come here to be guarded, and Damian had far more important things going on in his life. The last thing you wanted was to disrupt the perfectly normal life he was building for himself.
You didn’t want to stifle him the same way everyone else had done.
He gripped your shoulders a tad tighter than he should’ve, overcome with anger as if you’d just disregarded everything he’d felt for you all these years. He stared into your eyes, the forest green you adored now a firestorm, “You don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.” You gulped. “I’d do anything for you, and don’t try to deprive me of that privilege.” It was a disrespect to him.
“I-I’m sorry, Damian.”
His edges softened as the tension left him, “As long as you understand, habibti.” He smiled down at you warmly.
“I’ll have Alfred prepare you a nourishing soup.”
“Thank you.” You leaned forward and hugged him one last time. “I’m going to take a shower; I really wanna go to sleep.”
Not going to Alfred, filled you with guilt and coated a bitter taste on your tongue but you also didn’t want your father figure to see you this way. You knew you looked like the dead and didn’t want to stress Alfred out more than necessary.
You explained as much to Damian and he understood completely but knew he couldn’t keep Alfred from you if he tried—and no matter how much he wanted to do so.
“I’ll tell him of your condition.”
“Thanks.” You leaned against him, your pillar. “I’d like to keep this just between the three of us—my powers going dormant and me staying here.” You and Damian both frowned deeply, knowing you were on borrowed time.
Stephanie moved across the hall from your apartment and would find out you were gone very soon if she happened to bang on your frontdoor for something useless as she did at all hours. She had a habit of crossing the hall and knocking until you got up to answer and it was always to “borrow” something or to stride into your apartment before you could even say anything.
Dick always managed to find you and drop in “coincidentally” at least once a week because he happened to “be in the neighborhood,” and you knew that Tim had your apartment building under surveillance.
You groaned as you realized that at least one of those freaks would be on your trail very soon. And most importantly, you had to let Duke and Jason know where you were and that you were safe. You’d been putting it off because you knew they’d both blow this out of proportion and if there was something Jason was better at than fucking and reciting poetry, it was fretting.
“You have my word.” He growled.
After carrying you upstairs and to his personal bathroom where you could wash up, he went to the kitchen to inform Alfred of the issue.
Alfred had been slicing carrots when Damian dropped the news on him and the old man had delivered such a forceful stroke of the blade that it lodged into the thick, wooden chopping board and wouldn’t budge.
Alfred almost trembled but schooled his expression and emotions with precision. The two men shared a silent look in total agreement. The others didn’t need to know about your current state or even that you were here.
Alfred would much prefer it if you could relax somewhere else away from the others while you were in such a vulnerable state, but he also knew he couldn’t go with you so being under the same roof was best for him and his worrying heart.
“I’ll bring her meal up promptly, Master Damian.”
Damian nodded and returned to his room to find you had changed into one of the stupid T-shirts his college was forcing onto the freshmen and a pair of sweatpants that hugged you in ways that had him clearing his throat as you crawled into his bed.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” You asked meekly despite already making yourself at home. He grinned as he knew that you already knew what he’d say. “Of course. I’d prefer you stay here since your room is too far away.” He sniffed disdainfully, recalling how you kept the guestroom that was so far away as your bedroom and had even joked that it was the "unwanted guest's room." You were pleased with your pun, but the way you'd been treated earlier on by your last remaining parent was one of the many things he'd never forgive Bruce for.
You slouched back into his pillows as you snuggled under the emerald green duvets and grinned. “Maybe I just like to be difficult.”
“And you do it so well.” He grinned at you with an emotion in his eyes that made your stomach flip. You’d been noticing that look more and more over the years and desperately switched the subject every time, but recently, he was getting better and better at evading your diversions.
You felt like soon he’d force you into a confrontation that you weren’t ready for.
Thankfully, Alfred showed up just in time the way he always did and you leaned over with your arms outstretched for his healing hug.
“How could this have happened, My Lady?” His voice was heavy with dread and the guilt sent a shooting pain to your chest. “It’s bound to happen around this time of year, especially since I’ve been using my abilities a lot.” You reassured, “It’s temporary, Al.” You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, playing cute so that he’d have no choice but to let it go for now.
He sighed, but scooted the tray of soup, fruits, and tea on your lap. “Thanks, you two.” You smiled sweetly as you began to dig in. It’d be so nice if no one returned and it could just be the three of you while you recuperated, and little did you know, the two men felt the same way if not more passionately.
You’d fallen asleep in Damian’s bed immediately after finishing your meal and drinking the tea he personally brewed for you and Damian watched you more than he studied.
In the haven that was his bedroom, only the sounds of pages turning and your light snores could be heard and he was at peace. The color returned to your cheeks and your soft lips were parted. You were unguarded around him in a way you only were with less than a handful of people and that was one of his greatest prides.
He’d protect this peace between you two for as long as he could. Alfred had already wiped the security cameras clear of when you arrived up until now, and neither of them would breathe a word of your presence. No one else needed to know.
He pressed the kiss he’d been saving for you onto your forehead and whispered against your skin, “Sweet dreams, habibti.”
Slipping into his bedroom and silently shutting and locking the door behind him, Damian’s eyes landed on your sleeping form immediately.
You were having a restful, much needed sleep. The silk sheets smelled of Damian’s signature scent, and the cool pillow and plush duvet comforted you. The mattress fit the contours of your body perfectly and you stretched languidly in your dreamy haze.
You must’ve kicked off the covers sometime during your nap since he could finally see what the duvet had been hiding from him.
The sweats you'd borrowed stretched around your soft hips and his t-shirt pulled against your breasts as you’d raised your arms above your head during your deep sleep.
You must’ve removed your bra after he’d left, so sure that he wouldn’t come back and see you this way. He watched how your nipples peaked beneath the cotton shirt and he gulped down his saliva.
Damian and Alfred handled dinner perfectly without alerting the others to your arrival. Neither acted suspiciously in the slightest, their silent alliance air tight when it came to preserving as much of your limited peace as possible.
Maintaining pleasantries when there was somewhere else he’d rather be was a massive pain to him, but the thought of coming back to his bedroom—to you—was the greatest reward.
And now, he crept across the room where he stood at the bedside, gazing down at you and your serene expression faintly lit by the moonlight.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple and you didn’t stir. “I missed you so much.” He murmured into your hair as he crawled on top of you and slowly lay his body against yours, his hips fitting between your spread thighs perfectly.
He gazed down at you. Completely vulnerable. Incredibly trusting. You two had gone through so much together and it wasn’t his pride talking when he honestly believed that you trusted him more than anyone else. ‘More than Todd or Thomas.’ He grinned proudly as a dark glint reflected in his eyes.
He shut his eyes and slowly pressed deep kisses along your jawline, to the corner of your mouth, and finally on your slightly parted lips where he allowed himself to drown in you completely.
“Hm?” The groggy hum in your throat would’ve sent Damian’s nerves into a frenzy but you were sleeping so soundly, and were so pliable for him—the only man you could ever truly trust to have your best interests at heart, your blood, your soulmate—that he knew that when he said
“It’s just me, habibti. Go back to sleep.” You relaxed your brows and fell back asleep like he told you to.
Right now, you were in dreamland a million miles away and unaware of your younger half-brother sucking on your tongue. He ran his hands up the sides of the pillow where he buried them in your roots, gripping gently but tugging along to angle your face perfectly against his.
He slowly ground his growing erection into your clothed heat and groaned into your open mouth, saliva coating your lips. “So sweet…” He whispered into your mouth, stars clouding his vision.
“So sweet for me, habibti. You came back just for me.” He lowered his hands to your breasts and squeezed, eliciting a sharp gasp and involuntary arch from you. “I know you did, but it’s okay to be shy. I understand you.”
He lowered his hands to the hem of your t-shirt and began to gently tug it upward. His cold hands and the sudden exposure brought you a bit out of your dreams, “Huh? Wha-?” Your eyelids fluttered but you couldn’t quite master opening them just yet.
The little something extra he put in your tea was doing a fantastic job. Your precious little brother just wanted to make sure you relaxed, after all.
“Don’t worry, I’m just helping you get more comfortable.” He whispered reassuringly and you didn’t think twice as you raised your shoulders and allowed him to pull the shirt over your head and from your arms.
“So good for me…”
“‘S cold.” You muttered in your sleep and he shushed you affectionately.
“I’ll help you warm up, habibti. Just trust me.”
You hummed in response and fell back into dreamland.
He slid his hands down your torso, watching the goosebumps that rose in their wake as you shivered beneath him. He licked his lips, even while unconscious he could draw reactions from you.
He took hold of your waistband and slowly tugged the sweatpants down and stopped for only a second when you whined.
"Hm?" You hummed as your brows furrowed the slightest bit.
“Shh, just trust me, my love. I’m going to help you warm up.”
You shivered and clenched your thighs together and he looked down to marvel at you. The pants had been tugged just past your pussy and he found you weren’t wearing any panties. His breath hitched, “It’s like you knew.”
Renewed with energy, and the insane belief that you had to have been waiting for him as he had for you, his heart pounded in his chest.
He swiftly removed your pants in one fluid motion before he knelt at your feet. There, he tugged his own shirt over his head with impossible grace before flinging it across the room and removing his own trousers.
“Dami?” You slurred on the extra saliva in your mouth and he smiled warmly. “I’m here, habibti. I’ve got you.”
He gently spread your thighs and exposed your bare pussy where he rested his erect cock against your clit. Your closed eyelids fluttered when you felt something hot and heavy drop against your sensitive nerves and you whimpered weakly.
“D-Damian, what’s that?”
“I think you already know the answer.” He said as he slowly thrust his hips back and forth, watching you begin to unravel from the friction as your head fell back and you arched against him.
“We can’t.” He could hear the beginnings of tears in your trembling voice and part of him felt guilty for making you feel this way but it was quickly overpowered by something primal.
You needed this. He needed this. You’d understand after and forgive him like you always did. He’d make you feel so good that you’d forget how sinful it was.
“Just trust me, habibti.” He bared down on your clit and thrusted harder as you whimpered and weakly twisted your waist to escape. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Please, stop.” You sobbed.
Damian wet his lips as he gazed down at you. “Impossible. We were always meant to be like this.” He leaned over and whispered huskily into your ear. “And this is just a dream, remember?”
Your body immediately relaxed into the mattress as the drug took complete effect and all apprehension drained before it could wake you up.
You hummed softly as the dreamy smile returned to your kiss swollen lips.
“I knew you’d understand.” He caressed your cheek gently with one hand while he draped your leg over his shoulder with the other, “Just leave it all to me, my love.” He positioned his engorged head at your entrance and hissed at the contact between his sensitive tip and your slick folds.
One powerful thrust brought him deep inside and a sharp cry from your lips. Your toes curled and you gripped the pillow behind you as he set a steady pace so you could get used to the stretch.
“Dami?” You sobbed as he bucked into you, practically jackhammering and driving deeper with each thrust until his tip could kiss your womb. He nipped the sweet flesh of the thigh locked over his shoulder and hummed in response, “Yes, my love?”
You murmured unintelligibly as pleasure wracked your nerves. “W-we shouldn’t.”
“It’s okay.” He smiled into your skin, “It’s just a dream.”
“B-but,” a sharp thrust cut you off and nearly made you choke. His cock was hot and pulsed as he slowly dragged it back and forth, letting you feel and memorize each throbbing vein. “You trust me, don’t you, habibti?” He asked in a mock pitiful voice that always won you over.
“O-of course.” You responded. Although this was just a dream to you, your heart and mind could still react. “B-but we can’t.” You sobbed from pleasure and despair.
He bared down on you, pulling up your other leg and locking it over his other shoulder. “We can and we will.” He answered darkly as he pressed down on you, bringing your knees to your shoulders and giving himself all the space to wreck you he could ever want.
“Please!” You sobbed, eyes still shut although tears now spilled. “Akhi, please.” You used the Arabic he’d taught you as a plea for mercy but that only spurred him on. He sealed your lips in a kiss and bucked into you with abandon.
The extra ingredient in the tea was starting to work in full as heat pooled in your belly and pulsed through your veins. Your weak arms looped around his neck and he bit your bottom lip and groaned into the kiss. ‘I knew you’d see reason, habibti.’
He’d slam into you with each thrust, driving as far as he could as he spilled deep into your womb. Frothy cum gathered at the point where you two met, filling the room with wet squelches that bounced off the walls and were music to his ears.
The headboard banged against the wall and started to leave marks in the wallpaper, but he wouldn’t care even if anyone heard. Let them come. Let them see the mess he was making of you.
Your pussy clenched down on him as you sobbed into the kiss, and he angled his hips just right to hit that spot that let him take your breath away.
Time has passed since you've broken the curse that bound you and come into your own.
You're a woman with magic singing in her veins and the heart to bring what's in the dark to light—and on the other side of the coin—you're a trusted vigilante whose shown that despite having questionable morals and abhorrent methods, you truly want to save others.
All is going well.
Too well.
A week before October 1st, you feel a weakness seeping into your bones like a winter's chill. You can't summon your weapons or the golden chains that purify demons, and you can't even access the pocket dimension.
Leading up to the now harrowing day, your magical essence has been zapped almost completely.
That's when you realize that your powers are going to lay dormant for the entire month. During this time when the veil between this world and the next are most thin, your powers will enter a hibernation and you've never felt so vulnerable—so naked.
Now? You feel completely exposed and like there are starving vultures circling overhead. You have better endurance and strength than most, but can that really save you if the enemies you've made over the years get word of your weakness?
You need to hide out and figure there's no safer place in the world than at Alfred's side.
You plan to lie low at Wayne Manor but nothing can ever be that easy.
You were worried about the vultures outside catching your scent when you should've been thinking about the wolves inside with you.
ᴛᴡ: incest, noncon, dubcon, abduction, manipulation, cheating, the batfam
