Damian Wayne X Male Reader Novels & Stories

He sighed and glanced back at the woman still sprawled on the chair, now glaring at us. “Sorry, sweetheart,” Damian said with a wink, grabbing a fistful of dollar bills from his wallet and tossing them at her. “Duty calls.” ———————— I stormed ahead of him back to the car and sat in complete silence for over ten minutes before Damian finally returned, casually sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. During the drive, I explained everything that had happened. His response? A mocking laugh. “You almost kissed a dude?” he said, shaking his head. “So what? Is that your newly discovered kink? You identify as straight but fuck men on the side?”

Damon questioned him rubbing the back of his neck as he felt embarrassed giving his brother a piece of advice when he had no experience. Ryan: Ohh now Mr. Famous Mafia king who is officially virgin and dateless dude will give me an advice. Really. Damon glared at his brother as a rosy colour appeared on his neck and ears. He furiously blushed in embarrassment as his brother mentioned his non-existence love life. Ryan again apologized witnessing Damon's killing glare.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

His eyes lit up and he pulled me towards him and for one long moment, hauled against the hard plains of his chest I sighed in relief at knowing that I would finally be saved from this god awful hell I'd be living in. Damian muttered vulgar words behind us, shouting demands at his warriors before coming to stand besides us with a fake smile that fooled no one. 'How wonderful that you've found your mate in one of my witches,' he announces as if a witch would deter Leo. It didn't, but he did turn to me and smile. 'A witch,' he asked. I nodded keeping mute because I knew Damian liked me that way. Being mute was my life, mute and insignificant whilst blending into the background until needed.

Layna was pissed because if looks could kill, I’d be dead. “Is She your mate?” I questioned Damian. “Yes,I’m his mate,” I answered possessively before Damian could. He was as shocked as I was because I didn’t know where that came from. Layna laughed mockingly. “You’re mated to a weak human?” “Don’t you dare call my mate weak, do you hear me?!” Damian shouted angrily at Layna. He was so angry that the vein in his head popped out. I stood there, shocked because I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction from Damian after I rejected him.

The sight of Damian Blackwood on his knees in a thousand dollar suit, looking up at Alex with pure hunger, nearly made him hard again on the spot. Damian didn’t waste time. He took Alex into his mouth in one smooth motion, hot and wet and perfect. Alex’s hands flew to Damian’s hair, gripping tight as Damian worked him with lips and tongue and just the right amount of suction. One of Damian’s hands braced on Alex’s thigh, the other reaching down to free his own cock and stroke himself in time with the movements of his mouth.

Tania's POV I was barely touching the tiramisu in front of me, the bitter sweetness failing to reach my nerves, when the television flickered. West’s attention was buried in his laptop, fingers moving across the keyboard, his jaw set in an unreadable way and it made him look like he was calculating the end of the world. And then the screen cut to Damian. He was smiling, impossibly self-assured, with Kella by his side. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, the kind of intimacy we never had, that made my chest tighten with a cocktail of anger, disbelief, and fear. The chyron below screamed in bold letters:

I whimpered, my body aching with need. "Please, Alpha" I begged, my hips lifting to meet him. "Damon," he corrected, his voice a growl. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. His cock pressed against my entrance, and I moaned, my body tensing in anticipation. "Fuck me, Damon," I pleaded, my nails digging into his back. He groaned, his hips surging forward, filling me in one swift movement. I cried out, the sensation of him stretching me, filling me, overwhelming. He began to move, his hips thrusting against mine, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

“The wolf is a river of energy, Logan. You’ve been trying to build a dam against it. I need you to open the channels, but keep the current running toward me. You will trigger the sensation of the shift, and I will be the control valve.” He reached out, his hand resting high on my chest, right over my sternum, pressing against the raw power that lived beneath my skin. The contact was instant, searing, and electric. The Mate Bond flared, and through it, I felt his expectation, his sheer, potent dominance, but also a sliver of genuine, focused care for the integrity of the process. “Now,” Damian commanded, his eyes locking onto mine, the gold burning bright. “Pull the power. Remember the rage J

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.