#batman x yn

[sanguineterrain]

Hey I saw you're still taking requests... what about a batman x reader where the justice league meets his wife (the reader) by accident? And maybe they're shocked because he's so secretive and she's really sweet and just the total opposite of him. Feel free to ignore if this doesn't sound interesting to you. I love your writing 💗

Hey! I love this prompt, thanks for sending it in :) I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's okay!

Bruce Wayne x spouse!gn!reader. No warnings, just Bruce being a little shit (and a sweet hubby).

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You press your palm to the reader at the entrance of the Cave and jog down the stairs, talking all the way.

"Honey, Alfred and I are going to..."

Six superhero faces stare back at you. Bruce is in the cowl, expression hard to parse. Your brows rise.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know B had company. I'll leave you to it," you say, beginning to back up the stairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," says Green Lantern. You can't tell through the mask lenses, but you think he might be zeroed in on the ring on your left hand. "Uh, Spooky? Something you wanna tell us?"

You freeze on the steps. Bruce looks at you, then crosses the Cave in a few long strides. He stops next to you.

Sorry, you mouth at him. He shakes his head and reaches out to squeeze your hand.

"Hold the fucking phone," Green Arrow begins. "You're his—"

"Partner," Wonder Woman says instantly. She sounds pensive. "I have never seen you look at anyone like that, Bruce."

Bruce doesn't say anything, not that you expect him to. You feel him tense.

He'd been content to keep his family as private as possible, and you hadn't minded being kept separate. You know it's out of extreme protectiveness and the fact that you're the only one of the Wayne family who doesn't put a suit on and fight crime.

There's a moment of silence as the League studies you, then Bruce. You smile slowly and wave.

"Hi, Justice League. Nice to meet you all."

"Hello," says the Martian Manhunter, who's probably known about you since you entered Wayne Manor.

"You got married without telling us?" Superman sounds hurt.

Bruce heaves a sigh.

"We got married during the League's infancy. Please spare me the theatrics. Of course I didn't tell you."

"We revealed our identities two years ago!" Superman argues. "You didn't want to mention you have a spouse?"

Superman nods at you then. "Uh, of course, it's still very nice to meet you."

You smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Superman."

"Clark," he corrects hastily. Then he turns to Bruce again, upset flaring. "Bruce—"

"You're upset over nothing," Bruce says. "We weren't close when I got married, and I never found it a pertinent detail."

You roll your eyes.

"B," you say, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon. Try to be a little gentler about this, hm?"

Bruce looks at you. You smile at him and squeeze his wrist encouragingly. He eventually turns back to the League.

"Very well, you're right. Clark, that was harsh of me. My apologies."

The League startles.

"Whoa. Rewind. Hold up. Did Spooky just apologize?" Green Lantern asks. "Did I just get zeta'd?"

Bruce sighs. You stifle a laugh and kiss his bicep. His hand slips to your back.

"Aw, you guys are cute," Flash says jovially. "Congrats, B! Even if it's been almost six years."

Bruce nods. "Thank you, Allen."

"It is incredible how the better half can transform the other," says Wonder Woman, and you preen a little at the compliment.

Clark looks flabbergasted. It takes him a second to speak again.

"Um. That's... okay, Bruce. I forgive you. I suppose you did it out of protection, right?"

"I'm just a boring ol' civilian," you say, nodding. "No powers or years of Krav Maga training here. B worries."

"You're not boring," Bruce says fiercely, quiet enough for only you to hear... and Clark, who has superhearing, and who softens at the statement.

"This is so weird," Green Lantern says, and Bruce glares at him.

"I mean, it's sweet!" he hastily adds. "Uh, you guys are very sweet together, like Bar said. I just feel like I've been mind controlled or something."

"If it was mind control, you wouldn't still be talking," Bruce says flatly.

"Okay, alright, point taken. Shutting up. It's very nice to meet you, though," Green Lantern says to you.

"You as well," you say warmly. "All of you. I want to thank you for looking out for him all these years and bringing him home safe."

Wonder Woman smiles at you. "It is a great honor to fight alongside him. And we are happy he has someone to come home to."

"Seconded," Clark says. "You deserve someone special, B. And I can tell they're just that."

Your face feels warm under all the praise. Bruce is quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, there's a slight tremor in his voice.

"Thank you. I—they are the best thing to ever happen to me."

You have to kiss Bruce for that, cowl be damned. He meets you gently, and you keep it short but full of love. Flash aww's.

"Well," you say, laughing bashfully. "I suppose I'll let you all get back to work. Nice to meet you. Goodbye. Bruce, I'm going out with Alfred."

Bruce nods. "Call me when you get home."

"'Course, sweetheart. I always do."

You head up the stairs. Flash starts to speak.

"Y'know, I told you all when I got married," he says. "You guys were the first people I told! We didn't even know Clark's identity then. I think you could've loosened the reins, Bruce."

"Yeah, no. You telling a bunch of superhero co-workers is infinitely stranger than Bruce never telling us, Bar."

[mlmxreader]

So Good | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader (🍋)

@spicyveganfun asked: “How badly do you wana cum” with Bruce Wayne and a Dom bottom reader pretty please 🙏🏾

summary: Bruce fucking loves it when you take control 

tws: anal, anal fingering, praise!kink, mentions of choking/collars and leads/spanking/hair pulling/edging 

notes: top!Bruce, bottom!reader, dom!reader, sub!Bruce 

word count: 812

MINORS DNI OR YOU’LL GET BLOCKED 

Bruce had just finished lubing up your ass after spending a little while stretching it with just his fingers and tongue, letting his fingers delve in once again as he made sure that he applied enough lube, eager to please you in any way that he could as he held onto your every command and followed it with a certain excitement; his cock was aching to be buried in your ass, and when you finally bent over the bed, he thought that his time had, at last, arrived. 

“Come on, then,” you wiggled your ass a little, waiting for him to hold onto your hips and gently ease himself into you before you pushed back. “Oh, fuck, that’s it.” 

Slowly, he started to thrust into you, but when you demanded that he go faster and harder, he was once more eager to please, starting to pound into you; praises fell from your lips, and he couldn’t help but to moan each time, watching how you grabbed the bed sheets tightly and moaned his name. Bruce loved to submit to you, to let you boss him around and tell him what to do, probably even more than he loved to hear you praise him, to call him your good boy. He could actually let himself loose, to give up some control. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, his voice a mere whine as you pushed your ass back and gave a good roll of your hips. 

“Yeah, this is good,” you moaned, only spurring him on. “Fuck, keep hitting that spot! Good boy!” 

Bruce stuttered out a harsh growl as he continued to pound into you, filling your ass with his cock so much that you couldn’t even think of anything else; he was truly buried inside of you, and you couldn’t have been happier about it, either. You both had the safeword well and truly cemented, Leopard, and you both knew that you could use it if need be. 

“Fuck, harder!” You yelped, and when he picked up the pace and started fucking you so roughly that you lurched forward with each thrust, you couldn’t help but to loudly praise him - almost shouting as you felt that familiar burn that came with rough sex. “You’re being so fucking good, Bruce!” 

Bruce couldn’t help but to smile, picking up the pace yet again, his grip on your hips tightening and becoming harder, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he kept at it; with each thrust he delivered, you pushed back, and he couldn’t help but to moan and whimper your name loudly, hardly able to control himself as he fucked you into that bed, spurred on by your sweet and kind praises and the way you bossed him around. Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me deeper. He loved it, he needed it; it was better than when you choked him or pulled on his hair or made him wait for your say-so to cum. It was better than when you put him on a collar and lead and spanked his ass til it was raw and red with your handprints. He couldn’t help but to love the way you so easily dominated him. 

“Please don’t make me beg, (y/n),” he whimpered, still fucking into you harshly as he licked his lips, his voice going a little hoarse. 

You smiled into the mattress as you leaned your sticky and sweaty forehead against your forearms, pushing your ass back against him with each little movement that he made. “You’re being so fucking good, I think I’ll ask you when you wanna cum.” 

“Please,” he whined, the word spilling from his lips like a dropped glass. Flooding the room. 

You loved his little whines, the way he was so fucking submissive when you were fucking him. “How badly do you wanna cum, baby boy?”

“Very,” Bruce admitted with a harsh moan when you rolled your hips a certain way. “Please, I wanna cum so badly.” 

You couldn’t say no to him, not when he was so fucking close to begging for you let him fill your ass with his cum, so you rolled your hips again, and chuckled. “You can cum when you’re… oh, fuck… when you’re ready.” 

You had to admit, you weren’t far away from it yourself, and when he started rutting into you, his pace getting sloppy and a little messy, you could feel yourself start to cum alongside him; using his release to chase your own until you could feel yourself finally cumming as he filled your ass, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let out strings of stuttered praises, spurring him on until he was putting his hands either side of your head and panting heavily, completely spent. 

“Oh, you’re so fucking good,” you praised with a soft hum. “So fucking good.” 

[batimagines]

￤d𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 i𝗻 d𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲ꜜ

↬ bruce wayne x reader

↬ warnings: mention of death and torture

↬ words: 1.8k

↬ sorry for any mistakes english isn't my language, but i tried. and if you can, let me know what you think.

❝you fooled me with your kisses

you cheated and you schemed

heaven knows how you lied to me

you're not the way you seemed❞

-- (you're the) devil in disguise, elvis presley

It was nothing but a lie.

Your relationship with Bruce Wayne was a real lie and just didn't see that fact who didn't want to. You took little effort to demonstrate otherwise.

You met at one of the gala parties where the billionaire had seen everyone with his illustrious presence. Bruce had your attention captured by you with your angelic manner and grace and intelligence too, which he recognized after the conversations you exchanged. The following week, you went out together to get to know each other better. And in just under two months, you had broken through the wall that Bruce Wayne had built around your heart.

The comments were inevitable after your relationship became public knowledge. People said many things, one of them was that you didn't really love him, that it was all a game of interests for fame and money. Many judged his courtship without even knowing you right. And some of the rumors weren't wrong anyway.

You didn't really love Bruce Wayne.

No, you didn't get involved in a relationship because of money, far from it, you were part of the League of Assassins and you were supposed to do a big act to prove your loyalty. So you went to great lengths to think of something big and came to a conclusion, you were going to kill Batman.

You believed that the best way to get the bat out of your way was to approach, not the bat itself, but who it was behind the mask. Like a virus that kills its host from the inside out. You've always been a smart girl, so it wasn't hard to put two and two together and associate Bruce Wayne with Batman, especially after comparing the number of Gotham hero's sidekicks with the number of the billionaire's children.

The bonus of your work was not only gaining the trust of Bruce, but also of Alfred and all of his children. Well, almost everyone. Damian never trusted you and because of that, he was the only stumbling block in your path.

No one understood this implication that Damian had with you, but taking into account the boy's personality, the residents of Wayne Manor just ignored it and focused on not letting you feel intimidated by the boy. After all, no matter what Damian said, you were sweet and kind Y/n, you would never hurt anyone, especially them.

But you knew it was only a matter of time before Damian finally discovered your true intentions, and so you have to put your plan into action, and fast.

All your attempts to put your plan into action were thwarted and interrupted by the green-eyed boy. And for a measly second you considered getting Damian out of your way, but you knew his parentage within the League and that would only get you into trouble, so that soon became a discarded alternative. You just needed a little more patience and believed that you would find the ideal moment.

And apparently, it had arrived. The boys were out and Alfred was busy in some room in the mansion. It was late, and Bruce was still solving some things in the batcave, alone. There was no way anyone could stop you from carrying out your plan.

You made your way from the bedroom to the batcave calmly and silently, remembering every moment spent there. As much as you didn't love Bruce, you'd have to admit that you have a good time at Wayne Manor. Bruce and the boys could be anything anyone could imagine, but they were good people who needed affection and someone to keep them from falling into total darkness, and they got that with you. Despite everything, you cared for them and were always there for them, but it was all to strengthen your good girl pose, so you looked like an angel in their lives, wasn't it? Hell, even Dick had accidentally called you mom. Everyone warmed to you quickly and it was noticeable even to those watching from the outside.

It was a shame knowing that after this day, they would hate you.

"Still awake, Y/n?"

You are awakened from your thoughts by a little voice that every time it spoke to you it was either to insult you or it was to disturb you and now, it was probably the second case.

"I was just going to call your dad to sleep, Damian. You know if we let him he'll stay overnight in the cave and if I remember correctly he has a business meeting tomorrow." You say, turning to look at the boy who was standing behind you, giving him a gentle smile.

"I see, I know. But can I tell you something? You lie badly, especially to someone who wants to join the League of Assassins." You can watch the small smile appear on Wayne's lips as your slowly fades. Cursed be the son of Talia Al Ghul.

"So, you knew. And what are you going to do? Run and tell your father that you were right about me this whole time?" If there's one thing you've learned since you were a little girl, it's not to show it when you're intimidated by someone, so you held your ground, and for God's sake, he was a 12-year-old brat.

A 12-year-old brat who was raised to become an assassin.

"No." Okay, this one you didn't expect.

"Why?"

"Because I think you're perfect for the League."

As soon as you entered the batcave, you soon had the vision of Bruce sitting in front of the computer with his back to you. A more than common scene for anyone in the Mansion.

You took a deep breath before starting to slowly walk towards him.

"I thought you had already gone to sleep." Said Bruce as soon as he noticed your presence, still focused on what he was doing on the batcomputer screen.

"I couldn't, the bed gets colder without you around." You take your hands to your boyfriend's tense shoulders, which were carrying all the stress of the last patrol, starting to massage. In a few seconds you could feel the man's shoulders relax a little under his touch.

"And you would never miss the perfect opportunity, would you?"

You let out a sigh before answering. "Oh, you know." But of course he knew, no matter how careful you had been, he would figure it out, this is Batman after all.

"I found out about a month ago." Bruce still hadn't even turned around to look at you, his eyes were still focused on the computer screen and you were still with the massage on your shoulders. Anyone entering the cave at this very moment would see nothing more than a couple moments between you. And that's what Alfred thought, he had gone down to the batcave to talk to the boss, but as soon as he entered and saw you there with your boyfriend, he decided to let you guys have a moment just for you. God, how he was going to regret this later.

"And why didn't you do anything about it?"

"I was hoping maybe you'd change your mind, or I just didn't want to accept that one of the people I loved most came into my life to try to kill me." As much as Bruce tried to hide it, you could hear the hurt tone in his voice.

"Ah, Bruce. I'm sorry to have to tell you this." You turned the swivel chair Bruce was sitting on so that he was facing you. "But you should have killed me when you had the chance." Taking your dagger out of the waistband of your pants as you spoke, you drove the sharp object straight into Wayne's stomach. You walked away and started walking through the batcave as soon as you removed the dagger, seeing the man fall to the ground. "It's true what they say, love makes people weak. What are your last words, baby?" You asked as you got closer to Bruce and crouched down so that he could look into his face, the last he would see before death, at least that's what you expected.

"When I found out your true intentions, my heart didn't break into a hundred pieces, it didn't break into a thousand pieces, not even a million. My heart broke into countless pieces. And I tried Yn, I tried to find each piece and put them in place, but then I realized that I would never find the biggest piece if I walked away from you, the piece that held my heart together. Because that piece was you."

You realized what he was trying to do, Bruce wanted to make you regret it. He wanted to say nice words to mess with your head and make you go back on your choices. But he wouldn't make it, you spent incredible moments inside that mansion and despite that, you didn't hesitate at any moment to continue with your goals and it wouldn't be now, at this point in the championship, that you would give up everything.

"I really want to hate her right now, but I can't." Bruce continued. "You're a part of me and even after everything, I still care about you. And even though I said I wish you a painful death, I secretly hope that you get everything you've ever wanted. Because I really love you when I hate you."

You don't say anything for a few seconds, the fallen man's words still being processed in your head, but you are distracted from them by the sound of clapping coming from behind you.

"Honestly? That was pathetic even for you, Dad." Turning toward the sound of the voice, you can see Damian stepping out of the shadows. "She really has a big effect on you."

"Damian?" Said Bruce.

"Tsk, Yn get it over with."

"Are you going back to the League?"

"I was raised to become a murderer, I can't live with your stupid rules dad."

"You know Bruce, Damian warned you about me, he warned you all from the beginning and you ignored him like you always do. You should listen to your children more darling, maybe if you did, you wouldn't be in this situation." You get up and walk to stand beside Damian, who hands you his katana. "Now enough talk, I've waited a long time for this moment, so now I'm going to enjoy it."

That night, the only sound present inside the Mansion was Bruce's long-suffering screams. You made a point of giving him a slow, painful death, a death caused by someone worthy of joining the League of Assassins, and Damian Wayne was there to prove it.

And when the job was done and night turned to day, the news of the murder of billionaire Bruce Wayne was everywhere. And without Batman, it was a matter of weeks before Gotham was in complete chaos.

[visionsofmagic]

this song with a fic in which yn discover batman's real identity in one of bruce's house party. they watch bruce as he play his playboy tactic on other people while camera zoom (in my mind, yeah) to yn's face, reality hits their face moment by moment

[bat-stuff]

Bruce to Y/n: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Young Dick: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER!?!??!?!

[dreamtinblackandwhite]

give & take

summary: bruce wayne x female!reader learning what their partner likes during sex

word count: 832

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, mentions of fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, overstimulated, praise kink, degradation kink, face fucking, i think that's it?

an: let me know what you think of this one! it's not much but i wanted to get it out of my brain :)

bruce is such a giver.

he was so touch deprived when you first starting seeing each other that he just wants to shower you in appreciation for giving this back to him.

every night before he heads out to patrol, he’d burry his face between your thighs and greedily fingerfucks you until you’re seeing stars

every time the two of you are required to go to a public event, he’d make sure to find a secluded room where he would get on his knees for you after seeing you in that dress

if your response after he asks how your day was is anything less than ‘great, love, yours?’ he’d tug you off towards his bed and spend hours kissing every single inch of your body

praising you because he knows how much you love it:

‘such a good girl’, ‘you are so gorgeous squeezing around my fingers’, ‘you are doing so good, darling’, ‘you can cum again, I know you can.’, ‘be a good girl and moan my name while I tease this perfect clit, beautiful.’

this man would worship the ground you walk on and is utterly obsessed with every part of you

there were signs of him wanting more though. the way his eyes would widen and he'd blush so cutely after you told him it was okay to be rough with you. you'd tell him every night how you want to shower him with the same affection he gives you. but he’d ignore you to burry his face into your dripping cunt again whimpering and whining about how much he loves you.

you could see him fall into the blissful high of your warm folds wrapping around his cock so perfectly and he slowly would lose his composure. fucking you as if he didn't know you, plowing into you like his access to oxygen depended on it. his rough strokes against your sensitive core seemed to speak how much he loved using you - you just needed to drag that out of him.

you waited in the batcave for him on a stormy night that you couldn’t sleep. ‘what are you doing awake, darling?’ He’d ask as he slipped his cowl off with a concerned tone to his voice. you didn't need to say anything. just walk up to him and slowly peel layer by layer of his suit off, dragging your finger tips across each muscle, bruise, fresh cut, or healed scar as you exposed his skin.

‘you could have waited in bed if you wanted me,’ reaching for you, wanting to see more of your skin than what you were offering. you’d stop his hands before they could touch you, using them as anchorage as you floated to the floor on your knees. never breaking eye contact.

he’d already be hard, even innocent touches from you were enough to spark that reaction. but there was something about seeing how well you were swallowing him down, drooling and gagging around him with no care in the world...

there was no denying that bruce craved control. that’s part of the reason he goes out, he wants to control the crime of Gotham.

but this was different. you were strong, independent, you didn’t need bruce, you had all the control in your own life. but here you were, on your knees for him. His. His beautiful and perfect equal.

you saw the shift in his eyes when he accepted how much he loved this. his fingers tangling in your hair as a low groan rumbled from his chest. ‘good fucking girl,’ his eye bored into yours, drinking up the sight of you degrading yourself for him as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. ‘you’re prettiest when you’re messy like this for me.' he's never respect you more - you had so much power but you set it aside for him. this was his bliss.

and that’s when you both found the perfect blend of kinks. he felt the whimper he fucked into your throat and saw the familiar glint in your eye as you desperately rolled your hips forward. ‘you like this, don’t you? love being my secret little cocksucker, fully knowing you’ll turn around tomorrow and command respect.’ you’d nod your head, still working your mouth feverishly around his cock.

‘i love it too, baby,’ a moan would escape him that belonged in a porno as he twitched in your throat, fucking his hips into your face. his head would fall backwards at the disgustingly lewd sounds coming from your perfect lips only making his grip on your head tighten and his pace rougher. ‘take my cock like a good slut. y’ve such a good throat for me.’

after you swallowed his sticky load, he’d all but fall to his knees in front of you and hug you close, whispering little thank yous as he kissed your hair. ‘you were right,’ he’d finally say before kissing you hungrily and starting his favorite task of forcing you to cum until you’re overstimulated.

[dancingintherainwithchifuyu]

I kinda did the bing image creator trend thing and made this cutie

I've always liked the idea of a kid being a clone of Superman and Batman. Then their just in shared custody between the Wayne's and Clark's

[lovelywetdreamer]

Prompt 1: Jason Todd begging you to sit on his face

"Please let me be your chair baby."

Nobody in Gotham would believe you if you told them the most terrifying robin of them all is on his knees groveling for you to sit on his face. You would have a better chance of making the town folks believe that you are Batman than telling them Jason Todd is begging you to sit on his face.

Now Mr. Todd was going to be a gentleman and ask you to calm down, but the moment he saw you wearing nothing but his jacket his gentleman side left outside the door. "No, Jason I'm too big. I could break your neck." You immediately wanted to shove your words back in your mouth and lock them up forever. You did mean what you said. You just didn't want him to know how insecure you are sometimes. Guys don't usually go crazy for girls with big thighs, belly rolls, and stretch marks. " I-you know I like joking and being overdramatic. That's the only reason I made that comment."

Hopefully, he just laughs and moves on from this. "You know you are not fat right? You shouldn't make jokes like that babe."

" I know I suck at making jokes sometimes."

" The problem with your so-called jokes is it is not a joke. I know you feel insecure sometimes like everybody does."

"You're not gonna break my neck", he carries you to his bed, " Please just let me taste you, baby."

You secretly kick yourself for being so easy to give in. You can't blame yourself too hard because Jason rarely asks for anything. His begging is like winning the lotto. Before you knew it, you were lowering yourself on his nose. His tongue welcomes itself inside. You thought you had to be an astronaut to ever see stars. Jason quickly proves wrong as he wraps his lip around your clit. "Jassy, if you keep going, I'm going to cum." He ends up releasing the most slutty moans known to men when you say his nickname. Jason was in complete heaven when you came on loose on his face.

After you come down from your high, Jason holds you and lets you rest on his chest. "You are the most sweetest and beautiful person for me. Never talk down on yourself."

I know this isn't the best work, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Jjmk made this wonderful fanart

[bruhseidon]

[Dinner at the Wilson’s]

Tim: Y/N? Well? Do you wanna tell Slade about what happened at school today?

Y/N: Um… o-oh, I flunked my math quiz.

Tim: No, the other thing!

Slade: What other thing? What happened at school today?

Y/N: Oh, the school shooting?

Tim: Yes, the school shooting!

Y/N: Oh, yeah, some kid shot up the school.

Slade: Who shot up the scho—was it you?

Y/N: No.

Slade: Did you get shot?

Y/N: No.

Slade: Oh. Well, what’s this about failing a math quiz?

[idkjustsupersonic]

Jason Todd x Reader

Jason started off strong, his kisses rough. He immediately stopped and smiled against your lips. You smiled against his lips, Jason licked his lips and just kept smiling.

“I don’t know how I’ve already found the love of my life,” he whispered.

You smiled even more, your hand rubbing the nape of his neck and the other stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Jason kept you there, up against his door frame. You buried you head into his shoulder, smiling, ear to ear.

His hands rubbed up and down your waist, his head in your shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get to bed, Jay,” you mumbled, your head coming out of his shoulder.

“Mhm,” he replied.

You both hopped into bed and laid there snuggling against each other. Before you both knew it, you were both asleep.

[sanguineterrain]

Jason is definitely the type to go feral over his best friend he hasn't seen in years. Hear me out: he's alive again, and not only that, but he's huge. Strong. People are afraid of him. So the reader is in town, walking the streets, and they meet again, maybe when he protects them as Hood. And reader is ecstatic to see Jason again of course and he's the same but also, all he can think is minemineminemine and I WANT YOU. mans is down horrendous for his sweet best friend that he missed and he's been in love with them for so long and now that he has them, he's not giving them up

idk if this was a prompt but i got inspired <3 thanks for stopping by anon

jason todd x gn!reader. feral jason i guess, but really soft jason. jason who yearns to be yours. jason who'd do anything for it, even if it meant one sided devotion... and also, jason who is loved by you. 1.2k words

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"I don't understand why you can't come to my apartment."

"I told you why." Jason's posture is rigid but his tone is gentle. Because he has told you why he won't enter your home. Multiple times. Doesn't mean you don't challenge it every time you meet him on a random rooftop.

"It would be fine, Jay," you say. "I trust you."

"I know. But I don't trust everybody else," he says, words crackling through his modulator. That had frightened you at first; in fact, everything about a newly-resurrected Jason Todd had frightened you. From his height to the guns, you'd been sure that night in Gotham would be your last.

But then it had become clear that cheated death aside, nothing could kill his heart.

"You haven't visited in a while," you say.

You don't mean for it to sound accusatory.

"I know," Jason says. "Been busy. The Bats..."

And you knew. You knew the second you found out that Jason was alive that it would be like this, that he wouldn't be completely yours. He wasn't yours when he was Robin either, perhaps even less so.

And what's wrong with that? You have no right to ask him to be yours. To give you more.

But the recent distance has frightened you. Maybe it's for safety's sake, but your selfish heart wishes that he'd drop that for once.

Then again, there's always that dread in your stomach that perhaps Jason Todd doesn't love you the way you love him. And perhaps he never will.

"Well, I wish you'd call," you say.

This is wrong. You shouldn't be picking fights. Jason doesn't go dark out of cruelty, only necessity.

Jason sighs. "I can't. 'M sorry."

You cross your arms. It's chilly tonight.

"Do you even want to see me?"

He tilts his head. Dangerous.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to intrude," you say. "You're busy and all the stuff with B, I don't—I mean, I wouldn't hold it against you if you—"

Jason takes two long strides and closes the distance. You swallow the rest of your sentence as he backs you up against the brick exterior of an abandoned apartment. Your heart picks up. You're not afraid; the fear went long ago. You're just... something. You're something about Jason.

The last time you two hugged was after Willis' death. You'd wanted to wrap him in his cape, thought maybe that would make everything feel as small as he'd been.

Now, a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, Jason clearly does not need a cape. Right?

He takes off his helmet, lets it hang on his hand. His other hand is by your head. You lean back, let your neck go on display. Jason doesn't miss the movement.

"What're you doing, Jay?" you ask levelly.

Maybe he thinks you don't notice this distance but you do. You don't want to push him to talk about it, because as upsetting as it is, you're still strangers to each other.

You are and you're not. He died and he didn't. You grieved and you didn't. You burn and... you burn.

But you're tired of being and not being. You won't let him keep you in emotional purgatory. If he's done with you, he should just say so.

"If you don't want to meet anymore," you start, and let the words hang in the air.

"I—" he starts, then swallows. He tosses his helmet to the side. He doesn't touch you, just hovers inches away. Jason smells like lilac and gun smoke.

"I don't think you understand... my devotion," he says, voice low. "How much power you have over me."

Your eyes widen. "Wh—"

His green eyes reflect the streetlight like a cat's. The sight stops you short. Jason Todd is hot metal on a knife's edge, and it would do you well to remember that.

His hands curl into fists. He shakes his head.

"Sorry," he whispers like a prayer. "Not tryna scare you." His chest rises and falls rapidly. "'M I scarin' ya, sweetheart? Tell me and I'll go home, shake it off. Wait forever. I can be good. Won't want what I don't deserve."

"I'm not scared," you say, and it's the most sure you've ever been. "Not scared of you, Jay."

He breathes a laugh, like he can't quite believe you. His breath is warm on your neck.

"You'd be the first," he says. "The only one."

This, you believe. This, you have wondered some nights, knowing that even Batman isn't sure what to do with a son who lives with death on his shoulder.

"You don't have to devote yourself to me," you say, because that makes you pause. Who are you to be his god?

Jason laughs again, strong and sure. He sinks to his knees in front of you. His white streak glows in the light.

"You think it's a vice?" he asks. He rests a hand on your left thigh, testing. You lay your hand over his, so he holds your other thigh too.

He hums. "You do. You think you're holdin' me hostage."

Jason takes a shuddering breath and flattens his palms over your legs. Then he leans in and rests his cheek on your leg, nose near the apex of your thighs. Your belly flips.

"Let's make one thing clear. My devotion is my only redemption. 'S the only thing that makes me believe I'm not all rotted inside. Makes me behave. In this world and the next, I'm yours."

"I... Jason, you belong to yourself, not me. I don't—"

"You don't have to do anything. If it's too much, then I'll disappear. You can carry on."

You stroke the exposed side of his face. He looks up at you.

He is still. You have made him still.

"I'm yours too," you say.

He shakes his head. "You don't hafta—"

"Do you think being yours is a curse?" you ask, gaze sharp.

"Don't promise something for balance's sake," he rasps. "I'll be yours without you being mine."

Your heart is still. He has made it still.

"I'll keep coming back," Jason whispers, eyes wide. "If you're mine, I can't leave. Y'don't know what you're doing. Don't give yourself to me."

"I do. I'm yours."

His grip tightens around your legs. Jason shakes his head.

"Don't do it," he says into your thigh. "I shouldn't have anyone. I'm-I'm only meant to be yours. Nobody's mine."

But you know. You can slide your finger along his teeth and he'll wait with his mouth open. You can touch his edges and he'll turn his cheek so you won't nick your finger. He would sooner chew his own tongue.

"It's alright," you say, and kneel. You dirty your knees right alongside him. "It's okay, Jason. I know what I'm doing."

His breath hitches. Jason presses you into the brick, tucks his face into your neck. His arms wrap tightly around your waist.

"Sorry," he whispers frantically. "'M sorry. You can push me away. Sorry."

"I won't do that." You hold him and let him take you. "I know you're good. I thought—I thought you were pulling away, and I..."

"I was," he admits, muffled in your skin. "'M sorry. Was the only way I could think of to let you go. You deserve better. Couldn't think 'round you, honeylove. Knew it was a death sentence when I found out that you still lived in Gotham."

"It wasn't," you say. "Best thing that's ever happened to me."

Jason huffs. "You say that now, but..."

"No. I say it now and I'll say it again. Keep me, Jason. I'll keep you too."

[mlmxreader]

Those Eyes | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: hope ur ready king

im doing this jotnote form to make it easier for u LMAO

- bruce wayne x m!reader

- takes place at a masquerade ball

- bruce can only see reader's eyes, but falls for him really hard after a night of dancing together

- cinderella-esque hijinks

- the english lyrics of this song and this song may help w inspiration - i would literally die for u

summary: a chance encounter between two strangers, a mask left outside, a desperate attempt to find those beautiful eyes he’s seen before. 

tws: swearing, alcohol consumption, smoknig 

word count: 1114

You would kick his fucking ass when you got home, you don’t know why you ever let Bane talk you into this fucking bullshit, but you were hating every second of it so far; the rich cunts that littered the room, filling it with the stench of their nonsense, the suit you were wearing felt fucking stifling, the mask on your face was at least somewhat comfortable but that was only because Bane had made it for you so it fit properly and wouldn’t give you away throughout the night. You fucking hated him for talking you into this shit, and as you escaped out to the luscious gardens, you pulled out your phone; you called him, and it only rang twice before he picked up. 

“You’re a fucking cunt, mate,” you hissed. “You’re a fucking vile cunt - you realise this is fucking torture, right? This is fucking disgusting, Bane. You’re a cunt for this. Why me? You couldn’t have asked someone else?”

“Believe it or not,” Bane grumbled. “But you are the smartest man I know, and I trust you to get this done. All you have to do is tell me who was there, and what they were doing - it’s not hard, but you’re smart and I trust you, (y/n).” 

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled lowly. “But you fucking owe me, you fucking cunt. This is fucking rancid, y’know.”

“You’ll be fine,” he promised, although his voice was becoming more muffled and even filled with static. He was walking somewhere, you could hear the echoes of his heavy footsteps. “But do not call me again, unless it’s an emergency.” 

“This is an emergency, you fucking cunt,” you growled. “I love you, you know that, but you are a right fuckinng cunt for this shit.” 

“I love you, too,” Bane told you. “Be careful and-”

But your attention was drawn to something else, a tall stranger in an all black suit, wearing a mask similar to a bat’s face as he slowly approached you, a glass of champagne in his hand and the other in his pocket. He waited for you to say your goodbyes and to put the phone down before he dared to clear his throat and offer you his hand. “Sorry, I saw you across the gardens and, uh, I was just wondering if I could have the next dance, if that was possible?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded. “Sure, why not?”

He offered you the hand that was once in his pocket, and although he could not see most of your face, it was your eyes that drew him in; so beautiful as they glittered with the golden coloured lights that littered the gardens that it looked as if champagne stars had been caught within them. The colour of them was not lost on him, though, how they looked as if they were made from the finest of jewels and stones and how he could not look away from them; so beautiful in colour and so dazzling, they made him wish that he could get lost in them as he guided you to the dance floor and allowed you to take the lead. 

But a night of dancing was only one thing, as you had to leave when the clock struck eleven, and although you didn’t want to say goodbye to your dashing dance partner, you had to rush away; he tried to chase after you, to try and capture you and to look into your eyes for just one last time before you disappeared into the night, but you were gone. Leaving behind just your mask, discarded on one of the stone tables in the gardens where he had first met you that night. 

As luck would have it, your dashing dance partner was none other than Bruce Wayne, and when he picked up the mask, he was careful not to let anything else touch it until he got it back to the labs; he spent days agonising over whether or not he should have tested it for DNA to find you again, just to look into your eyes once more, but eventually he did it, and he was quick to head to your place of work. He didn’t expect to see anyone, but he knew it was you when he saw those eyes, and he smiled as he casually approached you. 

“Hi,” he cleared his throat, licking his lips as he gestured to the section of empty bench beside you. “Mind if I sit with you?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, letting him sit down as you took a drag from your cigarette and raised a brow at him. “Say… aren’t you Bruce Wayne - that rich cunt who owns Wayne Enterprises or whatever?”

Bruce nodded, doing his best not to smile as he felt a certain giddiness in his chest; his hazel eyes, in the light of the afternoon sun, looked so similar to a brown field scattered with fireflies. “Yeah, I am… I was just passing by and uhm, I couldn’t help but to notice how handsome you are.” 

He wasn’t lying, even if he had a hard time looking away from your eyes, he couldn’t help but to steal a few gazes at your face and your body, biting at the inside of his lip; your looks rivalled any mythological hero, you were far more handsome than the chiselled and falsely muscular men in television and film. You were so fucking handsome, and he thought his breath would leave him. 

You raised your brow at him. “Are you trying to flirt with me, Mister Wayne?”

“Admittedly, yes,” he dared to laugh softly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, I might’ve, if you weren’t really cute,” you couldn’t help but to smile at him, but something about those eyes seemed so fucking familiar. Like they had captured your breath and your attention before, but you couldn’t quite place where. You checked the time on your phone, and upon seeing your break would be over soon, you passed it to him. “Put your number in, I’ll call you later.” 

“I don’t know your name,” Bruce pointed out. “How will I know it’s you calling?”

“It’s (y/n),” you told him, and as Bruce put his number into your contacts, you couldn’t help but to notice the way that his fingers shook a little. “Be quick, though, I gotta go back inside.” 

“Can I meet you after work?” Bruce asked as he handed you your phone back. 

“I guess,” you sighed, still not quite sure where you had seen those eyes before. They were beautiful, a soft hazel, but you had definitely seen them somewhere before. “I finish at eight o’clock.” 

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[daddy-issues-99]

Bane x GN!reader

You're very self conscious about your body and think that Bane wants and deserves so much better than you

600 words

SFW-Body image issues, crying, hurt/comfort, fluff

All you saw were imperfections: stretch marks, blemishes, scars, nothing beautiful to you in the slightest. You stood in front of the mirror staring at your figure. Nothing was perfect. Not for you. Not for him.

You wanted to cry. Most people felt at least decent about their bodies and here you were, standing in front of a mirror, sucking in your stomach, pulling at your skin, just staring at everything you hated.

You felt defeated. All you wanted to do was feel confident, feel beautiful. Not necessarily for you, but for him.

You could feel the tears about to fall from your eyes when the door opened and you quickly brushed them away. "What are you doing?" He asked, setting his stuff down next to the bed and turning to look at you standing next to the mirror.

You took a breath, trying to hold back your tears "Bane, am I ugly...?" You asked quietly, bringing your hands up to cover your face, unable to hold back your tears.

As you stood there crying you felt two large arms wrap around your waist pulling you into a tight hug. He rested his head on your shoulder looking into the mirror. The scene of you crying making his heart shatter.

"How could you even ask something like that?" He asked, his voice quiet and sorrowful. You let out a sob hearing the tone of his voice: heartbreak.

"I'm sorry" You said quietly. "Don't apologize." He said soft but sternly. "I just...I don't know what to do." He looked at you with a confused expression. "About what?"

"Look at you and look at me; you're so perfect and I'm just...me. Why do you love me?" You asked quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror before you. You looked up to see the reflection of his eyes: sorrow.

"Is that what you really think?" He asked, still holding you close against him. All you could do was nod. He turned you so you were facing him, slowly bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. You didn't want to look at him, fearing if you did you'd only cry harder.

"Look at me. Please." He said, lifting your chin up to look at him. You slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes filling with tears. "You are everything I could ever want. You are my everything, my muse, my life. Never doubt that, my love. You're perfect" You let out a small sob, a mix of happiness and anguish.

He pulled you into a hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I ever do to make you think of yourself this way?" He askes, gently caressing your back. "You did nothing, you never have. I just...why me? You could have anyone on this earth. Why someone like me?" You asked, looking up into his eyes searching for a response.

He stood there silently for a moment before placing his hands on your hips. "Turn around." "What?" You asked, visibly confused. "Go on. Turn around."

You hesitantly turned around to face the mirror once more. "You want to know why you're perfect?" Before you could respond he gently wrapped his arms around your waist once more, placing his head on your shoulder. "My arms wrap perfectly around your beautiful figure. I get the privilege of resting my head on your shoulder. To be able to look in the mirror and see those mesmerizing eyes of yours. You're my perfect fit, in every possible way, my love."

A tear fell from your eye, not from sorrow but from happiness. He held you tighter as you placed your arms on his, taking in the moment. He loved you. Every imperfection, every flaw, everything you hated. All you could do was savor the moment, turning to give him a proper hug. "I would give the world to see you; every part of you."

"I love you so much." You said, holding him tightly. "I would trade the stars for you my love. Don't you ever forget that."

[your-averagewriter]

Cb!Bruce Wayne x secretary

Bruce doesn’t let secretaries stick around but he gets stuck with one very stubborn woman. And then one day/night Bruce is overwhelmed for some mission gone wrong and wallowing in his office and she comforts him.

(Not necessary to include but if it works in: He may try to tell her he’s Batman but she suggests she already knows)

Summary: (y/n) is Bruce's secretary and has been for a while, she's stuck by him even when he's tried to push her away. She stays late every night and looks after him much more than is asked of her and Bruce finally realises what's been in front of him this whole time.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: kissing, mentions of death and weapons, panic attack, crying?

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“Mr Wayne, I have the paperwork you requested.” I walk in holding a chunky folder. Placing it down on his desk I finally look to see him with his head resting on the table, sleeping I believe. “Mr Wayne?” I ask with no response. “Mr Wayne?” I ask again louder and this time he lifts his head off of the table. “Mr Wayne, you should go home,” I suggest to him but he shakes his head.

“(y/n), I’ve got work to do, you know that and I told you to call me Bruce if you’re gonna keep sticking around.” I nod before speaking again.

“Do you need anything else?” I ask in a softer tone picking up on his mood.

“No, no, go home, it’s late.” He says checking his watch. 

I nod again before exiting his office. I stick around for about another hour before making a pot of tea and laying out a tray. I make a cup of tea for him then leave the means to make another cup on the tray. I lay out a small plate on the tray and place two chocolate-covered biscuits on it. 

I take the tray to his door and knock on the door before opening it and walking in. 

“Mr Wayne? I’ve brought you a cup of tea and some biscuits.” I say placing the cup of tea on his desk and unloading the tray next to him.

“(y/n), why are you still here? I told you an hour ago to go home.” He says clicking the keys of his computer.

“I’m okay to stay, Mr Wayne, I’ve got nowhere to be,” I assure him with a small smile.

“You can’t keep doing this, (y/n), you do this every day, you can’t keep staying so late.”

“I’ll keep staying late whilst you do, sir,” I reply. “I’ll go home when you do,” I say taking the empty tray, pressed up against my chest out of the room.

“(y/n).” He shouts after me but I keep walking out of the door. I tuck behind the door and chuckle quietly to myself like a schoolgirl with a crush as I hear him sigh.

Walking off to finish my work I place the tray down in the kitchen, grabbing myself the cup of coffee I made when I made his tea earlier.

Sitting at my desk I can only hear silence, that is until 12:03 am every day when a mechanical sound rings out through the mansion. It used to creep me out but it’s nothing as ominous as it sounds, it’s only Bruce fooling around in the basement playing with his toys. I say toys, they’re cars and machines all painted black and fitted with an abundance of guns and weapons which reminds me of a certain masked vigilante.

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The next day, I take the usual late-night route through the kitchen to make some tea and set up the usual tray when I hear a muffled sobbing sound coming from Mr Wayne’s office.

Venturing out of the kitchen, I make my way to his office. I peek around the corner seeing him hunched over his desk with his face in his hands.

“Mr Wayne?” I ask, tentatively. 

He looks up shocked to see me which reveals his distraught face. His face is stained with tears, his eyes red and puffy and his breathing is ragged and uneven. He scrunches his eyes and sucks in a quick breath before he rubs his face with his hands and starts gripping his hair.

“Sir!” I say watching him pull on his hair. “Stop pulling your hair, please.” I walk over to him quickly and sit in the chair opposite. I place my hands on top of his and he slowly stops. “Mr Wayne,” I say, gently removing his hands from his head and placing them on the table with my hands on top of his. “Breathe,” I say in a calming tone trying to get him to breathe with me. 

After a few minutes, his breathing slows down and he is generally calmer now.

“Mr Wayne,” I pause still holding onto his hands. “What’s wrong?” I ask gently.

“I told you to call me Bruce.” He says in a monotone voice I didn’t expect him to speak in. His voice doesn’t waver like I expected it’s merely the same as usual.

“Bruce…What’s wrong?” I ask again swapping out the name.

“I messed up.” He says shaking his head, looking anywhere but my eyes.

“Why? What did you do?” I ask, now panicked by his panic but I’ve got to keep a calm front to help the both of us.

“I could’ve gotten everyone killed, I nearly got everyone killed.” He says mindlessly babbling to himself. I rub my thumbs over his hands trying to keep him calm. “I nearly got you killed, you could’ve been killed.” He says finally looking into my eyes and flipping our hands over. 

“I’m fine though.” I say tears starting to brim my eyes, I hate seeing him like this. “I’m not dead.” I say with a small chuckle but he doesn’t seem to find it very funny.

“I could’ve gotten you killed. I’m so sorry.” He says standing up and leaning forward to engulf me in his arms. At first, I’m caught off guard but then I hug him back. “I’m sorry.” He says pulling apart from me and then sitting back down in his chair as if nothing has happened. “I’ll send you three months' pay. You don’t have to work here anymore.” He says with his head resting on his hands.

“You don’t need to, I don’t want to leave.” I say with an attempted smile. “I want to stay,”

“I’m firing you, (y/n).” He says with a straight face and I feel my heart break slightly. “You don’t have to work here anymore.”

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Last night was a tough one, for sure/

I put on my usual uniform outfit for work and head to the mansion even though he fired me. With my usual black trousers and white shirt, I use my set of keys and let myself in. It’s early so Bruce won’t be awake yet just like usual. Following my normal routine of discarding my stuff and getting to work then head down to my office to get on with my work. A couple of hours later is when he usually wakes up so I walk down to the kitchen to make Bruce breakfast.

For some reason, all the cooks, butlers and servants got fired by Bruce a while ago, and so did I but I didn’t leave so now I manage all of their jobs. 

I fry some bacon and scramble some eggs whilst putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. A few minutes into cooking the breakfast I hear a husky voice from behind me.

“(y/n)?” He asks and I can hear him rolling his eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought I fired you?” He asks and he sounds hungover.

“Have you been drinking, Bruce?” I ask turning around and walking towards him. “Are you ill?” I ask pressing my hand to his forehead and missing the look on his face. “You haven’t got a temperature,” I say removing my hand from his forehead, suddenly noticing that he’s only wearing a dressing gown.

“I love you.” He blurts out and I can only stare forward not knowing how to react.

“I’ll get you some water, to sober you up,” I say after a few moments walking over to the sink.

“(y/n), I’m not drunk.” He says walking over to me by the sink with a tired tone of voice. 

I turn around with the glass of water in hand and he leans down pressing his lips against mine. My eyes widen as I purse my lips in surprise before slowly melting into the kiss. It’s relatively short, with no dramatic breaking away for air, just a soft, sweet kiss.

“I love you, (y/n), believe me.” He almost begs as I stare at him in shock. “You stay late and get here early every day, I don’t know how you manage it. I tried to push you away, and twice now I’ve tried to fire you but you’re so stubborn you stick by me. I know it’s your job to do some of that but you’ve gone far beyond what’s asked of you and if I’m reading things wrong you can push me away, quit and I’ll keep paying your wages.”

I stand still, frozen at the heartfelt, personal confession. The possibility of him liking me back has never crossed my mind. I thought it would just be an immature crush on my boss and stay that way but it doesn’t seem to be anymore.

“I love you too,” I say quietly before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. I rest my head on his shoulder as I feel him let out a sigh of relief before pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

Maybe last night wasn't so bad if it ended like this. 

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AN: I hope you're happy with the fic from the request :)

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[bat-stuff]

Bruce: This is the happiest I've ever been.

Y/n: Me too, Bruce

Dick, eating Cheetos while laying on the floor: So are y'all gonna make out or what?

[dreamtinblackandwhite]

"I think this is the first time I've hear you moan... it was like a fucking melody." Prompt.

Can you please do battinson x female reader smut. After he takes her virginity the night before, they wake up in his bed & have sweet morning sex. Y/n is still sore from Bruce’s big 🍆 so he goes down on her first and then has sex.

sing for me

battinson x female!reader note: thank you for the request :) I was all blushy writing this one, oops warnings: smut, NSFW, praise, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), brief mention of cock warming word count: 1868

“Good morning, beautiful,” Bruce whispers into your ear as he presses a soft kiss against the nap of your neck. His hands gently glide across your unclothed skin; searching their way down your shoulder and across your torso before resting at your hip bone and gripping softly.

You’d barely just started to stir, mumbling an incoherent greeting as your boyfriend continues to press soft, loving kisses along the skin of your neck. “Last night was amazing, love; you are amazing…” he whispered again, gently nipping at your earlobe at the end of his sentence. You let out a small whine as a shiver runs down your spine. “Are you feeling okay? No… regrets?”

You rolled over to face Bruce, gently setting your hand on his cheek with a loving smile. “I’m okay,” you promised, kissing his nose gently. “No regrets. I guess, maybe I thought I’d feel different losing my virginity but I don’t… I just feel—” you paused to bite your lip as you tried to put words to what you were trying to say. “I love you.”

Bruce’s smile grew wider at your words. “I love you,” he whispered before pressing his lips against yours deeply. You spent a few minutes like this, your lips moving together passionately but soft and lovingly. You felt the butterflies in your stomach multiple as Bruce arched his hips towards you, pushing his erect cock against your stomach.

Images of the night before fluttered through your mind at the feeling: his kisses along your thighs, the way you came around his fingers first as he helped to stretch you out, the way he was so slow and kind as he pushed into you, the fullness you felt… God, the absolute fullness. “B-Bruce,” you giggled softly as you pulled away with a bright blush on your face. He had traced his hands down your thighs and was tracing soft circles against the sensitive skin just below your core.

“I think last night was the first time I’ve ever heard you moan, Y/N,” he whispered, looking into your eyes with his lust filled orbs. He voice was shaking and you could hear him swallow his own moan before you spoke again. “It was like a fucking melody. My own, personal, full band orchestra…” He groaned softly, dipping his chin down to kiss your neck more hungrily now.

You squeezed your eyes shut, chest heaving as his sloppy kisses ignited the fire between your thighs. “I would do anything to hear it again, Y/N; whatever you want, it’s yours; I just need to hear your moans from these perfect lips.” He gently reached a hand up to squeeze your chin ever so softly before pressing a hungry kiss into your lips.

You tried to stifle your moans still; it almost embarrassed you even though Bruce was here begging you for it. You and Bruce had only ever made out until last night, so the sounds and movements that accompanied the new pleasures that Bruce sent through your body still felt foreign. “Bruce,” you whispered, pushing against his chest slightly. “I-I want you…”

His eyes darkened slightly at your words and the hand that was tracing your thigh made quick work towards your folds. “W-Wait!” You quickly said, stopping his fingers at your pubic bone, just above your clit.

“What is it, baby?” Bruce whispered, gently brushing his hand through your hair. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t, and you didn’t last night, either,” you reassure as a blush crept over your cheeks again. “It’s just that, I’m sore…”

Bruce couldn’t stop the prideful smirk that crossed his face. He moved his fingers slower now, gently pushing the tip of his middle finger through your glistening folds to find your clit first. “I can help with that, love,” he whispered, starting to reposition your bodies carefully. You gulped as you laid fully on your back now and Bruce hovered himself down your body, tossing the covers onto the floor.

He lined a trail of sloppy kisses from your neck, across your breasts, over your stomach before stopping just before your folds. He gulped as he stared at your pussy that was aching for (and because of) him, licking his lips as he looked up at you through his eyelashes and placed a soft kiss over your plump lips.

Your lips parted as a soft gasp escaped and the smallest moan echoed from your throat. Bruce squeezed his eyes shut at the sound as he slowly pushed his tongue to part your folds. “So beautiful,” he whispered, using one hand to kept your lips parted while the other gently raises your thighs over his thighs. He keeps his eyes on you as he laps his tongue against you harder and more direct now, just barely grazing over your entrance as his nose tickles against your clit.

He gently uses one finger to rub circles around your clit while slowly pushing his tongue into you, feeling your gummy walls clench around his intrusion. “Woah,” you moan, raising your hips to the feeling; he smirked against you as he gently fucked his tongue into you.

He worked slowly, switching between gently sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. He watched you slowly let go, as your chest heaved harder and more moans escaped from your mouth. “I’m going to finger you now, baby,” he mumbled against your clit. “Is that okay?”

You reached your hands down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Y-yu—” a strangled moan left your lips as he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Y-Yes!” He chuckled softly as he gathered your juices on his middle finger before gently pushing the digit into you.

“Your so tight, my love,” he whispered as he craned his neck slightly to see your face as he started to pump his middle finger in and out of you. “Such a beautiful sight…” he moaned, watching your eyes flutter shut. He reached his free hand up to grope your breast lightly, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

After earning another soft moan from you, he gently slipped a second finger into you and continued to pump at the same speed. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered as he took your hand and set it on your breast to replace his. He watched happily as your instinctively started to grope yourself and play with your nipple, moaning at the feeling of your own hands. He moaned softly, pushing his lips against your clit again as slipped a third finger in.

“Want you, Bru—” you cut yourself off with a breathy moan as his three fingers curled inside you. He moaned against your clit, lapping happily as you tightened around him.

“Are you going to cum, beautiful?” He mumbled against you, speeding his fingers up. You felt the coil in your stomach stretch at his words, barely noticing that was what that feeling meant. You nodded your head eagerly, your back arching slightly as it started to wash through you.

“F-Faster, please,” you cried out. Bruce quickly complied, pumping his fingers faster as your tightening walls tried to push him out; he latched his lips around your clit, adding another layer of pleasure as your coil snapped and your legs shook against his shoulders.

Bruce lapped at the extra juices from your orgasm, pulling his fingers out and using the slick to gently pump his very erect and uncomfortable cock a few times. “Think you can take me again?” He whispered as he crawled upwards so his face was hovering over yours.

“Please,” you whispered, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. “I want you inside of me.” He groaned softly at your words and stared into your eyes as he ran his tip through your folds, nudging it against your clit. “B-Bruce,” you voiced somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

He smiled at you as he gently pushed his tip into your entrance, slowly allowing another centimeter in with each of your heavy breaths. “You are – fuck – you are doing so good, love,” he praised, watching you blink rapidly as you attempted to stay relaxed and not clamp down on him. “That’s it, baby,” he reassured, grunting slightly as your walls squeeze around him, already milking his cock. “Hard parts almost over.”

Both of you let out nearly pornographic moans as he bottoms out inside of you, his face buried into your neck as you cling to his shoulders. “I feel like a fucking king inside of you,” he whispers into your ear, kissing your shoulder softly as he rolls his hips against you softly, helping you adjust to his size.

The moan he earns from the action could have sent him into madness, but he remained controlled as he started to gently rock his hips against you. He moved to watch your face as the moans escaped your lips, his dick hitting spots inside of you that re-defined everything you learned durin sex-ed in school. “That’s right, ma, sing for me,” Bruce moaned as he pulled nearly all the way out and slowly rocked back in.

He didn’t need to move fast or get any extra friction to get that feeling of his own high approaching already; the way your walls clamped around him and the heavenly sounds you were making underneath him were enough for that.

“B-Bruce!” You cried out as that familiar coil returned fast and hard. He reached his hand down between your bodies and started to feverishly rub your clit while his hips remained slow and controlled, thrusting deep and hard enough that you were nearly overwhelmed. “I-I think I’m cumming,” you moaned loudly, ignoring your immediate embarrassment from the lewd sounds that left your lips as you felt that pleasure wash across your entire body, making your toes curl.

“Fuck,” Bruce groaned, his hips stuttering. He had fully intended to get at least 3 more orgasms out of you like this but hearing you moan his name was hard to ignore.

“You feel so good stretching me out like this,” you moaned into his ear, not thinking about the consequences your actions would have on Bruce’s composure. He moaned loudly as he buried his face back into your neck and released his warm seed inside you, keeping his hips pressed against yours as he twitched against your walls.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled into your skin. “You are fucking amazing.” You giggled softly, whining as he pulled out of you. “Shh, my love,” he whispered as he rolled onto his side and pulled your back against his chest. He reached down and grunted as he pushed himself back into your cunt. “Feels so good, just want to stay here for a bit…” He reassures as you moan softly at the feeling of fullness again.

“I love you,” you whisper before yawning and nuzzling yourself backwards against him, earning a groan into your ear.

“I love you, so much,” he replies with a lazy kiss to your temple. You both fall back into a peaceful slumber thinking of how many mornings you’ll get to spend with his thick cock buried to the hilt inside of you.