How Damian comforts reader when anxious and helps her interact with others(batsiblings included honestly) like a normal person (and totally not like how i act with other people, which is totally not weird and awkward haha...ha)
Xoxo, have a great day
heyyy thank you so much for asking <33 hope you have a wonderful day too! here's a first time damian introducing you to his family, which had reader in a panic-
also i hope YOU have a wonderful day too! <33
"It'll be fine-" Damian whispered to you again.
You nodded, trying to smile but it ended up being a grimace. He gave your hand another squeeze.
You'd been seeing Damian for a few months- You weren't part of his world. Or even near the orbit of it all. The meeting alone had been an accident. He was looking for a book in your store and you'd helped him find it because it had been in the worng section. But somehow, the conversation had continued and by the end, you'd exchanged numbers and he'd asked you for dinner.
He'd been so down to earth that you never made the connection that he was the same Damian as the youngest Wayne. He'd introduced himself as Damian Al Ghul, too.
For half a year, he'd loved that you were his sanctuary. Belonging only to him. But slowly, his siblings had started to find out and hounded him to meet you. So, here you were.
Damian's hand in yours, offering comfort as best as he could, mentally prepping to enter the dining room for a family dinner.
"If you want to leave, at any time, you let me know. Okay?" He kissed your temple and you nodded.
The doors opened and you were immediately overwhelmed. Nine people sitting on a long table with two spaces for you and Damian. Bruce at the head, Alfred standing behind him, Dick, and Tim beside him, Cassandra leaning against Stephanie, watching you, Jason whispering to Kate and Duke smiling brightly.
"Well-" Damian cleared his throat. "This is her."
"Sit with me!" Dick said happily.
"She'll sit here." Damian guided you to sit and took a seat beside you.
Before you could breathe, the welcome and questions of how are you, how'd you both meet, what you did- everything started to layer together and combine into a noise. Your hand tightened in Damian's.
"One at a time, please." He spoke firmly and the noise disappeared.
"Hello, sweetheart. It's lovely to finally meet you." Bruce did his best to sound soft. "We're all glad you could join us."
You gave a shy smile and nodded.
"So, you're the reason he keeps skipping sparring every Wednesday and Saturday?" Jason teased, earning a death glare from Damian.
"I make my own schedules, Todd." He said venomously, but held your hand with exceptional tenderness.
A small giggle left you at Jason's comment and Damian turned to look at you as if there was nothing else around. Stephanie whistled lowly and coughed whipped to Cassandra, who elbowed her.
"Eat, beloved. You'll enjoy Pennyworth's cooking." Damian spoke to you, making Bruce smile a little. Beloved was a trait Damian had picked from his mother, making Bruce feel almost nostaglic for the childhood he'd missed of his youngest son.
Your focus shifted to the plate infront of you. Through the dinner, questions kept coming, accompanied by Damian's firm ignore that and you don't need to answer if you don't want to- And never once did he leave your hand, or get too occupied to leave you fending for yourself.
By the end, you were calmer than the nervous wreck you'd been when you'd arrived. As dessert was ending, Damian simply looked at you to gauge how alright you were and was exceptionally pleased to see that his family hadn't sent you running for the hills.
Later, when he drove you home, and walked you up to your apartment. At the door, he took both your hands and kissed your knuckles.
"You gave a lovely gift today." He said softly. "You walked into the lion's den with me and-"
"It wasn't all that bad." You tried to downplay it but he wasn't having any of it.
"I know my family, beloved. They... They pry, they test boundaries, they're nosy and they judge. But you handled tonight so gracefully." He smiled, "And all I can say is that... I'm grateful of you."
hi hi! That one-shot you did with Alastor broadcasting his and reader's..."love-making" was rather delicious but I can't help but think of you know..aftercare. It was quite rough and I'd love to see Alastor being sweet and sorta guilty for going so roughly cause we both know...reader was bleeding after😭😭😭
Yess I love writing aftercare and when I saw this I was immediately wanting to write it ! Thank you
"Pathetic" But still a princess,
Summary: Alastor roughed you up quite badly in your last.. fornication session.. so as to make it a more happy evening he gives you some very much needed aftercare! (Part 2 to "Pathetic")
Genre: Fluff, romance, slight sexual undertones
Warnings: Swearing, blood, Alastor is kinda bipolar considering how much more soft he acts in this compared to the last part, love confessions, lmk if I missed any
NOT EDITED NOR PROOFREAD (YET)
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Alastor carries you the entire way to his room, not wanting to rough up your brain by teleporting to his room. And oddly he sort of enjoyed the intimacy of it all. It's weird, Alastor is never really one to enjoy intimacy, but this odd time he feels nice giving you this comfort.
As he enters his room, he makes sure to lock the door behind him so no one comes in whilst he bathes you, and with a smile to you walks to his suite. The suite isn't the largest but it's big enough that when he places you on the side of the bath he can walk around you with ease.
"Alastor I think I'm bleeding," You say, looking at some scratches on your thigh as Alastor takes off his overcoat and folds it neatly. He gives you a soft look, placing his coat to the side.
"Well of course you are darling! My fawn had to learn her lesson somehow, hm?" Alastor says with a small chuckle, squatting down (his knees clicking as he does so) to turn on the water of the bath. You roll your eyes, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt as you contemplate taking it off.
"Take off your shirt, dear, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Alastor commands with a rather teasing tone, arranging the correct soap to put inside of your bath. You nod, pulling off your shirt and bra, discarding them onto the floor next to the bath. You almost cover yourself, but understand if you did Alastor would probably tell you off.
After the bath fills a bit Alastor taps the side of the bath, capturing your attention.
"You can get in now, fawn. It should be warm enough," He says, and you give him a small nod. Rather awkwardly with your pained thighs you manage to crawl yourself into the bath, Alastor does end up helping you a bit when you almost faceplant into the water, shifting you so you sit with a weirdly empathetic look for him.
"Now let's not fall on our face, shall we. I'd rather not have you more injured than you are already,"
You giggle, leaning up and squishing his cheek playfully.
"Awe you care about me, that's new," you say, and he takes your hand off of his face with a stern look.
"I wouldn't call it 'new', you just haven't seen it yet," He says, and you give him a confused look as he starts pouring some bubble soap into the bath.
"What haven't I seen?"
He laughs, shaking his head as he begins mixing in the soap with his hand.
"Me caring about you, silly doe," He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his wet hand. This causes you to shake the water off and give him an annoyed look.
"Give me an example,"
He looks up for a moment, thinking of an instance where he's shown care for you.
"Well, how about earlier today when I told you not to drink the tea because it was hot?" He asks, turning the water pressure on the hot water slightly higher. You roll your eyes, pulling your aching knees to your chest as the water around you rises.
"Oh so what, the bare minimum.. how caring of you Alastor,"
"Now don't get pissy with me, dear. I was only giving you an example of my caring for you," He chuckles, giving your nose a soft boop as he continues mixing the water. You notice his sleeve is dangerously close to the water, so you push his hand from the water slowly.
"Careful, you're gonna get your sleeves wet," You say, and Alastor smiles slightly wider.
"Don't worry about it, my dear. It's nothing I can't handle," He says, his green magic surrounding his sleeves and rolling them up to just above his elbows. "You shouldn't have to worry about something so small as my sleeves,"
Your eyes go glossy with tears at the odd affection in his voice. It's something you've never heard from him before. Sure there's the empty compliments, the empty pecks, but this is different. It's as if he loves you.
"Do you really care about me, Alastor?"
Alastor furrows his brows, turning off the hot water tap as the bath is full enough with water. He leans over, pushing his hand against your cheek as he leans there.
"Of course I do, my dear," he pauses, looking into the distance for a moment as if contemplating. "And I do apologize for being so rough with you today, you had to learn your lesson somehow,"
You giggle, pushing his hand away and leaning against the back of the bath.
"It's okay Alastor, I liked it more than I'd like to admit,"
Alastor rolls his eyes at this, grabbing a sponge from the corner of the bath.
"Charming, my fawn," He says, putting his sponge into the water and squeezing it so the soapy water fills it. He begins to scrub you with it, staring with your face as he pushes your hair from your face, holding you there by it.
"Fuck you, as if you didn't enjoy it either!"
He laughs, scrubbing your nose as you scrunch your eyes.
"Well of course I did dear, I wouldn't have initiated it if I hadn't, hm?" Alastor hums, moving to scrub your other cheek. You sputter on a cough, your eyes squinting at the way he scrubs you. He just chuckles, scrubbing your chin and jaw.
"Do you really have to clean the entirety of me?" You ask, biting your lower lip as he tilts your head back by your hair. Alastor continues to scrub your chin, moving to the other side of your jaw.
"Well of course I do, a clean fawn is a happy fawn." He says, pinching your cheek and cooing in a sort of cute fashion. Rolling your eyes you attempt to splash water at him, only for the water to be caught up in his green magic and placed back into the water.
"Now don't try anything silly, fawn,"
You moan in annoyance, hissing when his sponge begins to scrub the raw skin on your neck from the collar he had you in. The skin is bruised and even as a couple cuts from the force he used. You wonder what he thinks about when he looks at the damage. Does he find it funny? Does it feed a possessiveness in him? Does he feel guilty?
"What do you think about when you see the marks on me?" You ask out of the blue, against your better judgement.
Much to your surprise, Alastor just tilts his head in acknowledgement before speaking.
"Hm, well I feel a tad proud, and I feel a tad guilty. But, I also feel like I want to eat you up!" He answers, ending his sentence in a teasing manor. But you don't miss the slight hunger in his eyes at the thought. You narrow your eyes, speaking: "Please don't,"
"Oh I wouldn't, dear. It's just a tad fun to think about," He says with a humor in his voice, and you can't help but laugh. Alastor moves his hand from your hair, placing it on your neck as he pushes your head back with his thumb.
"Bet you'd get your rocks off to it," You chuckle, biting on your cheek uncomfortably as Alastor scrubs the back of your neck. His eyes darken slightly, tilting your head down to get better access to the back of your neck.
"Don't tempt me, fawn," He says softly, pressing the spong to your collarbone to clean the slightly bruised area. Hissing in pain you flinch away from Alastor as his sponge brushes onto a cut. He gives you a sort of stern yet understanding look, reaching out for your arm to pull you closer to him again as soft as possible.
"Sorry my dear, it's going to hurt," Alastor apologizes, setting his hand back onto your neck so he can scrub your shoulders. Once again you hiss when the sponge hits a sensitive area of raw skin, but this time you stay put.
"You know I don't think it's fair that you get to sit outside of the bath.. how are you gonna clean my legs!" You ask, Alastor just humors you with a chuckle.
"Like this,"
He spins you around gently so your legs are hanging off the edge of the bath, dripping water down to the tiled flooring below. He takes a hold of your left ankle and begins scrubbing your foot, causing you to begin giggling at the way he scrubs the ticklish area.
"Ah! That tickles..!" You laugh, clasping your damp hands over your mouth as he continues scrubbing your foot. Alastor doesn't acknowledge you, instead going to scrub down your calf.
"I still think this is unfair, what if I want to clean you!"
"I had a bath this morning, no point in bathing again," He says with an obvious tone. You roll your eyes, looking up at the roof as he continues to clean your left leg.
"Can I at least wash you another time?"
"Maybe If you continue to be steadfast in no longer entering my studio unprompted, fawn," He answers, leaning over you as he finishes your left leg, beginning to clean your stomach.
"I'm bored.." You groan, leaning your head back into the splashback of the bath. Alastor narrows his eyes, and suddenly a tentacle with another sponge appears behind you, pushing you before beginning to clean your back.
"What a needy thing you are,". He says, causing you to huff out in displeasure. To your surprise he leans over you even more, even slightly towering over you as he cleans your breasts. It makes you blush, really. Having him tower over you like this in almost a lascivious manor whilst doing the most domestic of things. He's just cleaning you, for Christ sake!
"Alastor,"
"Hm?"
You wonder. Does he love you? You want to ask it so badly. When he towers over you like this and cleans every crevice of your body does his heart clench? Does his body feel warm? Does he get those butterflies that you do? You wonder.
"Do you love me?"
He stops moving, both him and his tentacle which had started cleaning your lower back.
His eyes reflect a myriad of emotions, many of which you can't even begin to fathom. He seems almost on edge. As if your question had sent him into his brain completely.
"I.. I think I might in my own.." he pauses, placing his pointer finger against his chin in thought. "Immoral ways,"
"Immoral?"
He continues to wash you, along with the tentacle, seeming to have gotten his point across enough to continue what he was doing.
"I'm not a moral demon, dear. When I think of you I want to devour you, but, I also want to hold you,"
Devour you?
"Well, I love you Alastor.."
"I love you too, fawn. Now let's get to cleaning your hair, shall we?"
You groan, pouting in annoyance at the thought of spending another 30 minutes in this bath. Though Alastor just laughs to himself, squeezing your cheek.
» You'd picture of how "evil" he is, he wouldn't get so jealous .
» when he saw this guy approaching you, he couldn't help but seethe [ CANT FIGHT THE SEETHERRRR ]
» he noticed how you were moving away slowly from that man .
» "heeeeey !! whatcha doin' s/o?!" he smiled and giggled , but you could sense he was a bit angry .
» "who's that guy ?!"
» "he looks kinda weird !"
» kokichi would constantly tease the guy until he finally scurried away as he looked at you , smiling .
» "um . . . what just happened?" you'd giggle nervously but look back at him .
» "you're not . . jealous , are you ?" you tilted your head , looking into his violet eyes, filled with something that wasn't content .
» "me ?!! Nooooo. .~ jealous ?!"
» ". . .not at all!" his voice broke . he was somehow nervous to admit he was jealous . he had a reputation to uphold, yknow !
» "well, i want you to know i don't prefer anyone but you . you can rest easy, Kokichi . and if any other people try to take you away, especially that guy , you can tease them to death, my consent !"
» ". . ." Kokichi was silent . he felt extremely loved in the moment, he could feel heat rising to his cheeks .
» it took a moment for him to respond . ". . .uh, y-yeah, haha ! i'll make sure nobody touches you, S/O !"
» was your supreme leader blushing ?! . . o-of course not ! well, what Kokichi would say anyway .
» he couldn't hide his face, that'd be too obvious . but his face was red, so that's obvious too .
» "grrr, S/O, y'know this is why I'm jealous when people talk to you ! you're so amazing, and i really hate to admit that . . . nnnngh . . ."
» he then did cover his face with his favorite, and fan-favorite checkered scarf .
» "b-but I love you . . "
» "Hehe, I love you too, Kichi !"
» you kiss his forehead and sit with him , buy him some Panta later, and cuddle him .
» basically giving him attention the entire day, but you know, that was usual so you doubled the attention, AND the affection .
» he's such a sweetie ! <3
Kichi is such a sweetheart 😭🎀
I hope you enjoyed this one, anon ! ~
I felt going for some angst - fluff since I'm just built like that
i geniunely hope you enjoyed this, I def know I did
also sorry for responding very late but I was busy with school so I have finally delivered <3
If u looking for a fluffy fic for some relief I have a suggestion, but I'm sure u have many already so feel free to leave it if not. HusbandFrank coming home from the site, neck and shoulders aching from the workout of thumping concrete all day, and WifeyReader gets him to sit down and gives him a shoulder massage. Nothing particularly sexy (tho he loves ur hands on him of course) but it's about giving him comfort, affection and no expectation for anything other than his wellbeing in ur hands - could end with his head dozing in ur lap like a big cat 😺
Anon…
The way I took this fic and turned it into a sermon of love….? LMAO. Now I know this ain’t what you had in mind but clearly I had shit to get off my mind 😂😂😂 I had a lot of fun with this honestly. Thank you SO MUCH for your req!!! It got me the right boost of creativity I needed!!
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