amira-writes:

Mornings

Title: Mornings

Request: @anonymous: Can I get 44 and 48 with olderdamian wayne x fem reader please?

Summary: You enjoy your mornings with Damian.

Prompt(s) used: 44. “God, you’re so cute.” And 48. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Word count: 455

Warning(s): None!

A/N: I hope you enjoy it!

You stared at ceiling above you, laying in the bed, wide awake. You could feel your boyfriend’s sculptured arms wrapped around your waist, sleeping soundly beside you.

You’ve been laying in the bed awake for a while, not bothering to move so you wouldn’t disturb Damien’s sleep. After all, he had a long day yesterday and really needed it.

You moved your head slightly to look at his peaceful sleeping face; his usually stoic face now relaxed, lips parted slightly as his chest moved up and down with each breath.

You watched how his face scrunched up slightly, a small frown forming before his face relaxing once again.

“God, you’re so cute.” You whispered, and you couldn’t help but giggle quietly at the facial expression; which caused him to stir.

He cracked his eyes open, squinting a bit due to the sunlight that engulfed the room.

“Why were you laughing?” He asked, voice low and raspy.

This caused you to flush, feeling the heat crawl up your neck. Even if you have been with him for a long time, you could never get used to his morning voice when it was like that.

“Oh, uh, nothing.” You stuttered, smiling at the male.

“Beloved, you are terrible at telling lies.” He stated bluntly, emerald eyes looking at you with doubt, yet with a twinge of amusement in them.

“I know, I just don’t want to tell you.” You teased, sticking out your tongue in a playful manner.

In a matter of seconds, he flipped you over; now, he was on top, straddling you.

He leaned down, those gorgeous green eyes that you love so much were filled with mischief. You felt your heart beat quicken, but all you did was simply smile and cup his cheek.

“I love you~!” You sang, pecking his lips.

You knew he was trying to intimidate you into trying to spill out the truth, but you know how to make him give up the act.

He mumbled an “I love you too,” before getting off you, moving to his original position beside you.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He wondered aloud.

You smiled, cuddling into his side as he snaked his arm around you waist, being you closer.

“I should be the one asking that.” You answered, tracing circles on his arm.

He shook his head at your words, a sigh escaping his lips. He adjusted his positon slightly, turning to the side. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling deeply to take in the lovely scent of your hair.

You buried your face deeper into his chest, a wide smiling adorning your features as you drifted off to sleep. Oh, how you enjoyed your mornings with Damian.

rynne311:

Request: hi could you do a damian x reader where they’ve been together for quite a while and bruce and the boys just notice how happy she makes him and them just being happy for him and teasing him? thank u so much!

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 553

Requests are Open HERE

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Bruce had met you a few times, but he rarely ever saw you at the manor.  Damian would occasionally have you over after you got out of school, but he was always ushering you out by the time Bruce was walking in from the office.  He usually didn’t think much of it, but hearing the teasing in the living room reminded him of how odd this setup was.

“So why isn’t Y/N here with you?” Dick teased his youngest brother.

“I think he’s either ashamed of us or of her,” Tim joined in the ribbing.

Bruce was certainly proud as he watched Damian maintain his composure and refuse to give in to his brothers’ teasing.  With each passing comment about his relationship, as unconventional as the other boys may view it, Damian’s face continued to contort into a deeper scowl as he struggled to not explode at the teasing.

Quietly, Bruce walked into the living room, joining his sons on one of the couches.  The small smile on his usually stoic face told the boys that he wasn’t going to put an end to the teasing quite yet.  He let the boys get a few more jabs in at Damian’s expense before putting an end to it.

“You really love her, don’t you Damian?” Bruce asked quietly.  He already knew the answer, often choosing not to ask questions of his sons that he didn’t already know the answers to.  “You don’t choose to associate with people you’re ashamed of, so I know you’re not ashamed of Y/N.  Besides, she seems sweet and you get this little lovesick smile whenever she calls or messages you.  I do think, you are trying to shield her from the mayhem that comes with being around the Wayne family.”

Finally Damian’s face began to relax as he watched his brothers tense up slightly and start to slink out of the room.  He nodded slowly, confirming, “I do love Y/N, and I am too selfish to let her go for her own safety and sanity.  She is too kind and loving to become a target for anyone, our enemies, the media, the scum of this city.  She’s the best person I know and one of the only people at school who ever wanted to get to know me just for me and not my last name.”

“You’re not selfish for holding onto love, Damian,” Bruce consoled. “You’re stronger than I am to recognize love in your life and do everything to hold onto and protect it.  Just like Y/N is lucky to have someone who loves and wants to protect her in her life, you are just as lucky to have someone who cares so deeply about you in your life.  Don’t let that go, and don’t think you’re selfish because you don’t want to let go of it.”

Once again that lovesick little smile blossomed upon Damian’s face, and when Bruce looked down, he could see your face on the screen.  Taking that as his cue, Bruce made his way out of the living room, stopping in the doorway and saying, “It’s your decision, but if she spends more time here, we can all work to make sure she knows how to defend herself from all those sorts of attacks you’re trying to avoid.”

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anna-skeletons-gallery:

Just Imagine…

Damian Wayne taking sports at school for you. Although he already knows that his physical condition is excellent and the exercises are ridiculous and lame, he takes that class JUST to see you in your gym clothes and also to team up with you whenever you make group activities together.

The activity he enjoys the most is dodgeball. Why? Because of 2 reasons: 1. He’s basically allowed to throw balls as hard as he can to the people he hates the most (that’s how he sees this sport anyway), And 2. he can also (and likes) to protect you whenever you team up with him. And by that, I mean that he goes OFF on whoever throws balls in your direction. Even if you aren’t hurt, he will still fight that person no matter what you tell him.

superhero–imagines:

* Everyone gets invited to Damian’s 16th birthday party

* By mail of course, Damian would never bother handing them out himself

* The next day, an entire flock of girls is all over him first thing in the morning

* You watch from a bit of a distance wondering if you should risk trying to talk to him

* A girl clings to his arm and points to her phone, if you recall she’s his childhood friend

* “Dami, buy me this dress for your party okay?”

* “Fine”

* You’ll….just talk to him later.

* You’re sitting at lunch with your friends, you can practically feel the invitation burning in your back pack

* “You should show up in sweats, have a glass of champagne, give a hate speech and leave” your friend says confidently

* Damian had been your English partner a few months ago, he was a little standoffish at first, but he warmed up over time

* He was easy to talk to, despite the rumors, and you liked being around him

* But what really stole your heart was his smile

* Hoping beyond hope maybe he liked you too, you had tried to ask Damian Wayne out in a date, only for him to turn bright red and walk away before you could even ask.

* Your friends had yet to forgive him

* “No she should at least stay for the cake, I also heard he’s having candied fruit and a gold foil bar.”

* “I heard he’s going to have a whole room full of dresses for the girls to pick from”

* You sigh, looking over to where he’s sitting.

* He’s on the other side of the lunchroom, sitting with a few other boys.

* He has a book out in front of him, but it’s unopened.

* The boys around him all start to laugh, but instead of laughing with them, he turns to look in your direction

* For a second your eyes briefly meet, before he rushes to look away

* His cheeks tinged red

* You sigh and turn away as well, you knew he didn’t like you back, but he must seriously hate you

* “So are you all going to his party?” You ask, only to receive the obvious answer

* “You know, maybe his dad will fall in love with you at first sight, and then you can be Damian Wayne’s step mom and ground him.”

* “That’s wrong, for a lot of reasons”

* A few days pass, and you’re debating on wether to go or not.

* Obviously he sent one to everyone in school, it would look bad if he didn’t send you one too

* It’s not like he wanted you there or anything

* You go shopping with your friends for outfits for the party, and making plans for who’s driving.

* All the while wondering if it’s okay for you to go

* Of course you want to go to your crush’s birthday party

* But if he doesn’t want you there, that defeats the whole purpose

* You’re a little down to be honest, unsure of what the right thing to do is, you excuse yourself from class to go to the bathroom

* You don’t need to go to the bathroom

* You take a walk, deciding maybe a drink will do you good, letting out a long sigh.

* You near the vending machine, only to see the source of your conundrum, leaning down to get a drink from the vending machine.

* You’re about to turn away, you’re not feeling strong enough to confront him

* But before you can even turn away, he stands upright and his eyes meet yours

* For the longest moment neither of you say anything, the hair starts to stand on the back of your neck

* In the heat of the moment, and in desperation to make this situation at least a little bit less awkward, you say:

* “You’re thirsty too huh?”

* Why did you just say that?

* “The air humidity in this school is atrocious.” He murmurs, clearing his throat.

* You laugh and slide past him to get a drink yourself, hoping he’ll just leave

* Instead he stays, opening his water bottle and taking a shallow sip

* In the middle of waiting for your iced tea to make its way through the machine Damian clears his throat

* “So I noticed you haven’t RSVP’d for my birthday party this weekend”

* Your head whips around on its own accord, taking in Damian’s flushes face. His hand trembling slightly

* “Um yeah, I might have some family plans on Saturday.”

* “The party ends at 3am”

* Now you’re practically sweating, completely ignoring your iced tea

* You’re not exactly sure what you should say at this point, you certainly can’t admit you think he hates you

* “You should come.” He finally says in the softest voice, cheeks bright pink, before smiling slightly.

* He leaves before you can manage a response

* You lay in bed that night, completely unsure yet again

* You glance at the invitation on your bedside table

* In a moment of courage, or perhaps stupidity, you reach out and type in the rsvp link.

* You stutter for a second, when you see your name pop up on a personal website. The rsvp button right underneath

* Before you can think, you quickly press rsvp, and close your phone.

* Then you reach out for it again, texting your friends in the group chat if there’s room in the car for one more.

* The next morning, you’re a mess, you don’t have anything right for a party like Damian’s

* If you have a good outfit, you don’t have the right shoes

* If you have the right shoes you don’t have the right outfit.

* “7th grade dress, 11th grade body.” You groan, throwing back an outfit (borrowed from the kissing booth I think)

* You can’t ask your friends for any help, you don’t want them to think you’re getting your hopes up

* You also don’t want your friend telling you to go in sweat pants or try and seduce Bruce Wayne

* At this point you wish you’d asked him to buy you a dress like that girl

* You finally settle on a floral summer dress and some plain black wedges

* It’s definitely not fancy enough, but hopefully you won’t stand out too much

* You hope doing your hair, and perhaps some make up will hide the casual outfit.

* You get in the car with your friends, feeling more out of place at their prom-esque attire

* You breathe in deeply as you approach the manor

* Your wonder overtaking how out of place you are right now

* You each step up and offer your invitation to the older gentleman up ahead.

* He’s actually scanning the QR code on each invitation, it’s almost like you’re going to a concert.

* “The Wayne’s don’t play around when it comes to parties huh?”

* Finally you get to the front, and the older gentleman doesn’t scan your invitation like the others

* “ Miss. (L/N), if you would follow me please.”

* He has someone replace him, and leads you to down a hall, far from the upbeat music

* Whatever ease you had felt waiting with everyone, is suddenly gone.

* He finally stops and opens a door, to what appears to be a giant closet.

* “Young master Wayne has prepared a gown of his choosing in several sizes, with matching shoes.”

* He presses a button, and a panel for a dress rack pops out

* On it are identical strapless black dresses with a simple gold belt.

* “I will be waiting outside to escort you to the party once you have finished changing, if you require assistance getting dresses I can call on a maid to assist.”

* “No, I’m fine thank you” you mumble, your cheeks glowing red as Alfred closes the door behind him.

* Damian doubts you so much, he knew you wouldn’t be able to even properly dress yourself.

* Embarrassed you consider climbing out the window and walking home

* Of course your house is over ten miles away so that doesn’t seem very feasible

* You sigh, stroking over to the dresses and pulling out your size. Before jumping into it, and sliding the zipper up.

* You’re glad you went with gold earring so they wouldn’t clash with the dress

* You slide into the shoes he bought as well.

* You glance at yourself in the mirror, and despite the terrified look on your face, you have to admit

* You look pretty good

A/N: there’s going to be two parts, because tumblr has a text limit

seoafin:

A/N: damian is aged up in this + takes place in gotham academy
i also took a couple liberties with the prompt haha

#12 “We can’t do this” kisses

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“Damian.”

“Yes?”

In the darkness of the broom closet Damian had shoved you into just five minutes ago you squint at him, barely able to see the outline of his body in the dark. You had been walking to class and rounding the hall when an arm had snaked around your wrist and pulled you into the closet. You had known it was Damian as soon the familiar “tt” had shot through the dark and graced your ears.

You raise an eyebrow, even if he (probably) can’t see it (who knows. after all, he was moonlighting as a crime fighting vigilante at night).

“Is there a reason you dragged me in here?”

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you lean against the wall. Off in the distance, you can hear the shrill scream of the bell, signaling the start of fifth period. Math. You had that class with Damian and thankfully none of the teachers would dare to question the school’s most prominent donor’s son about why he had arrived late to class a sheepish you in tow.

Damian had flying marks in all his classes anyway. You honestly didn’t know why he bothered with school in the first place.

The closet is small, so cramped that your knees bump against his. Heat emanates from him, and he’s completely silent to the point where you don’t even think he’s breathing.

Then he speaks. “I…” He clears his throat. “Your…absence in first period was concerning.”

You had overslept, running to school with your uniform half buttoned and shoes untied. It was a miracle you didn’t trip over yourself and break a few bones in the process.

“You missed me?” Staring at what you presume to be his face, you grin, wishing he had turned on the lights so you could see the blush streaked across his face. Then you sigh dramatically. “And here I thought it was for an impromptu make out session. What a let down.”

He goes silent and your mouth almost drops open.

Who would’ve thought.

“Tt. I would prefer you not–”

You roll yours eyes, hands finding the fabric of his uniform and bringing him close. You can hear his breath hitch just before you crash your lips against his.

The brief, oh my god we can’t do this in a god damn storage closet thought flits across your mind, but you push it down, focusing on the way Damian immediately scoots forward, hands fumbling around until they clumsily settle themselves on your waist. You inwardly laugh.

So awkward.

You weren’t too worried, after all, this wasn’t your first make out session with Damian hidden away in the dark anyway.

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