⚠️No Minors⚠️ Ageless blogs dni/Name: Allie/Ally - She/her - Age: 24, Pansexual - INFJ - Header image belongs to Kohei Horikoshi - Icon made with this picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/644129 ~ I'm a massive horror movie/game fan. I adore a wide variety of fictional characters, including the League of Villains from Mha. You can catch me posting some art and aesthetic boards I make.
Nova to her crush before Delight: How can you not know my feelings? You trying to make me cry? Feel free to call me when you are feeling down. If he breaks your heart, I want to be your rebound. Haven't I made it obvious? Haven't I made it clear? Want me to spell it out for you? Don't wanna be just F-R-I-E-N-D-S.
★ SYNOPSIS: After days of being too busy to be intimate with you, Damian's finally got you propped up on the kitchen island, sweet and like putty in his hands, when a sudden knock sounds at the door... and he absolutely refuses to let you go and answer it.
★ TAGS: damian is 18+, suggestive content, nothing too much—just making out, and a bit more, damian is physically incapable of keeping his hands off you, srsly babe wtf did you do to him, dick and jason cameo at the end
★ A/N: just some dami hating everyone but you action 🤭 enjoy trying to get him off you lmao
line divider by @cafekitsune, left art: @/se_5eeeee (twitter), middle art: @/cr0wkid (instagram)
Damian's gaze is heavy as it runs all over you, soaking you in with an intensity that makes you squirm on the counter, the marble cool against your bare thighs.
His hands are firm on your waist, sitting there like that's where they're meant to be—like they know no place else—as his chest moves to press up against your own, and his body stands situated right between your thighs, hot and present.
"I've missed you, Habibti," he whispers after a beat of just staring, and it comes out breathless, framed a little by disbelief, like he just can't fathom you're actually there.
You can only squirm in response, eyes ready to move to the side in all their bashful glory—when he ushers them back to him, fingers gentle against your chin.
"I've barely seen you these past few days—and now that I can, you choose to hide from me?"
You blink back at him, eyes wide and head shaking from side-to-side to convey what you can't with words, what you can't under the intensity of his gaze.
He hums, and he's so close now, so within kissing distance, that his breath fans over your face, minty and fresh, begging and pleading.
You don't even realise the way your lids grow heavy until it takes only half the time it usually does to shut them, until you're leaning forward and eager to meet him halfway as it registers to you just how much you've missed his touch.
Damian receives you with open arms, lips pressing against your own as he further pushes himself against you, hands now curling around your waist instead of situated at its sides.
All you can breathe is the scent of nature and cologne, drowning in all that is him until your head grows dizzy and your body begins to shake, until you're suffocating in heat and pounding need.
He kisses you like he's running out of time to, like at any minute, he'll be forced to pull away, hungry and desperate and left with an ache near impossible to fill.
He also kisses you like he has all the time in the world to, like he's taking in a piece of art, studying every inch until he has it etched into his mind forever.
It's too much—it's not enough—and you're left a panting mess when he pulls away, the air hot and heavy and seeping so much steam it practically fogs up your vision.
"Dami..."
He hums, lips now on your neck, having moved there as soon as he pulled away as though incapable of truly ever leaving you.
Your fingers move to card through his hair, and he groans right into your skin, just above a vein, sending a vibration straight through your body.
God, the moment is just so perfect, and you've just been so starved for attention, and everything in the world seems to just be going so right, that it feels wrong, like something will happen to ruin it all.
Something like a knock at your door.
At first, you think you're imagining it, because Damian continues to litter your skin with kisses like nothing's happened, his hands even beginning to roam beneath the hem of your shirt, touch light against your skin.
But then you hear it again, louder this time, and you're sure that it's real.
But Damian acts like it isn't.
His hands continue tracing patterns into your skin, lips painting your neck like it's one of his canvases as he worships you with all the devotion of a man begging for his life.
It's only when a third knock, even harder and louder than the former two, sounds from the door that he shows even a hint of acknowledgement, fingers digging into your sides, but not enough to hurt, your Damian would never hurt you.
"Damian!" a voice calls from the other side of the door, deep and insistent, "I know you're in there! Open up!"
"Would you be quiet?" another hisses right after, "People are looking."
You blink, pulling back a little, only for your boyfriend to chase after you.
Another knock at the door.
Damian growls into your skin just as you call softly, "Dami."
"Ignore those two idiots," he scoffs out with all the vitriol of a man wronged, one starved of something he's needed for far too long. "They'll leave eventually."
You nod, readily and easily because you don't particularly care for answering the door either. Not when he's holding you so sweet, and kissing you so right, and loving you like you're the only thing in his sight.
And you practically are with how he devours you, biting and sucking as he tastes you enough to shoot tingles down your spine and flood your veins with heat.
"Maybe he's not home," one of the two voices says, and you're just lucid enough to recognise it as Jason's.
"Oh he's home alright," the other responds, and you're quick to find that it's Dick.
But then all your lucidity washes out your veins because Damian's fingers start to crawl up your skin, and you're parting your lips to warn him with another call of his name.
"Dami—"
"Shh," he hushes you gently, and you know he doesn't mean it, soft and reverent as his hand reaches up to play with the band of your bra, lifting and snapping it back in place to send a jolt down your spine.
Your eyes dart to his, a heat pooling low in your stomach, and he simply meets your gaze with his own hooded one.
Then he moves to capture your lips again, and you're moaning low against his mouth, lips parting just a brief amount to let him in, when another huge bang slams against your door.
You pull back with a frantic, "Coming!"
Damian is already moving to try and capture your lips again, but you shut him down immediately, hands pressed firmly against his chest.
"Damian."
He growls, cursing beneath his breath in Arabic as he lingers a second longer, fingers curling against your skin. But he does ultimately let go, backing away enough to leave you room to hop off the counter, but not enough so that you can't feel the heat of him against you once you do.
And as you make your way towards the door, Damian follows right after, a shadow to his light, a knight to his princess.
A boyfriend to his girlfriend.
You swing open the door to two figures stood on the other side, both who you suspected them to be, wide-eyed and blinking as though they never thought you'd answer.
"Finally," Dick whines, lips jutted in a pout before they tug back up, flashing you one of his signature charming smiles. "Hey [Name]! Think Jason and I could crash—?"
"No."
A rush of wind flies over your face, the door to your apartment slamming shut before your very eyes to leave you dazed and a tad confused for a second.
Then a pair of arms wrap right around your waist, and that same voice that rejected the two brothers at your door is whispering right against your ear, hot and heavy, "Now... where were we?"
[One of them becoming a zombie won't deter these two. I like to think it's clear that Nova recognizes and still loves her girlfriend. Delight assembled precautions so that her girlfriend can come with her everywhere.]
I love the idea of Delight wishing for Nova to love her more than anyone else in the world. Her wish is granted, however Nova's affections become twisted as she grows increasingly more yandere.
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