#bruuuce

[batbaffle]

.........wearing two uniforms 🤨

[riddlelily]

lily is so ashley g.raham coded

[superbat-love]

Clark: Bruuuce, would you still like me if I were an alien?

Bruce: You are an alien, Clark. You’re also high on painkillers.

Clark: You’re so meaaan. You don’t see me as human!

Bruce: That’s because you’re not human.

Clark: Now that’s just cruel.

Bruce: [sighs] But you’re also more human than any human I’ve ever met, Clark. You’re better than any of us.

Clark: [sniffling] Thanks. You know that I’d still like you if you’re an alien, right?

Bruce: Hn, that’s good to know, Clark.

Clark: [mumbles Kryptonian endearments]

Bruce: …Clark, would you still like me if I were a bat?

[visionsofmagic]

day 10: bruce wayne [car sex]

࿓ synopsis • bats fucks you in his batmobile to teach you a lesson after you disobey his order.

―❦ nsfw, autonomous driving, one has clothes on one hasn’t, suited!bats, batmobile, markings, car riding, possessiveness, jeaolusy, pet names, swearing, master kink, rude!bats, identity dilemma, inner toughts, spanking, begging, brat taming, clothes full on/off, kissing, ‘is all I guess. • 1.9k • thought comic bats while writing but you can imagine this with any version of batman as you like of course. enjoy the beginning of the second week of kinktober event, hope you will like this week too! [kinktober m.]

“bats – please –“ as the gotham’s city’s night lights pass behind the black windows of the batmobile you’re in, your own voice gets silent by the loud sound of the road, yet, they reach to his ears that are covered with his black batman mask. “it’s too much –“ 

the man under you stays still even when his actions don’t stop – fingering your clit, he seems like he doesn’t care about how you’re sitting on his lap, soaking onto his black bat suit, getting wetter each passing time – having no dress on you makes the situation more sinful, especially when he has his own armored suit on, even the mask is still covering his face and ears – his bat ears is a source of balance for you to hold onto while taking his fingers as if it’s the first time he does this.

you have no idea how this man makes you feel stranger to being fucked by him whenever he has you like this – weak yet so powerful because of the whole situation.

it should’ve been a peaceful night, a simple mission – yet, it turned into something more, and you were the one to blame the moment you began to flirt with one of the guests to distract him. you were doing what he told you to from the other line of the call, giving instructions one by one with the help of the device on your ear. it was going all right until the man got interested in you, buying you drinks, joking around, and asking if you would like to follow him to do upstairs. 

you didn’t yet you had to act close to the man to get rid of him because bats told you to leave his side immediately. your mistake was taking that decision; putting one of your hands on the man’s shoulder, raising on your feet, and whispering something into his ear before leaving. apparently, this made bruce go mad – causing him to give you a lesson that you had to learn right away.

the moment you entered the batmobile, he took you onto his lap, taking all your clothes from one to another, looking darker than ever – hands fast, lips kissing yours so passionately that you believe your lips begin to bleed, the suit remains on as he begins to finger you – he just opens the zipper of his armored pants, leaving his hardened cock visible to your eyes.

wanting to touch him, your hand goes to his cock, yet, it is stopped in mid-air. he doesn’t waste any more seconds, slapping your clit, he adds, “you had to earn it. you will not get it until you beg for it.”

now here you are; already cum for one time, its hints still on your thighs and his pants, however, he doesn’t stop – you know he waits for you to beg – you try not to beg, stubborn, believing you did nothing wrong, but, it’s too much – he knows every point to make you beg – the vigilante know your own body more than you do.

when he hits your g-spot with only his gloved fingers, again and again, you cry out loud, “bruuuce – aggh – please -!” the words go out of your parted lips on their own as your hands grip his bat ears strongly, bouncing on his fingers when he doesn’t move them. the knowledge of making a mess out of you doesn’t reach into your brain, so, you continue fucking his fingers – his dark-colored eyes look up, a smirk position on his attractive masked face, mocking you. “please! I need youu – aggh!”

“pathetic,” he remarks, “bouncing on my fingers as if they’re my dick,” a chuckle breaks the lewd sounds – the outworld out of the batmobile is long forgotten. “want it so much? want me to bend you over, fuck you in this car?”

without thinking, you nod rapidly, eyes half-closed, your second cum drips onto his fingers, high hits the body, feeling a bit exhausted yet ready to take his thick cock now. 

your mind can’t comprehend what he’s doing but in a moment you find him lowering his seat, opening enough gap between your bodies and the batmobile’s front. 

afraid of falling into the surface, you try to hold his shoulders – still can’t believe you fucked yourself on his fingers and cum onto them when he talked dirty. the power – the effect he has on you is incredible! the mind is so dizzy because of him that you realize what he has done after a moment, your widening eyes look at the front mirrors of the car, seeing the road in front of you – the scene changes faster than you think – you swear the car moves like a lightning. 

the reality hits your face similar to the feeling of cold water washing your body over on a hot day. however, you can’t focus on it when bruce’s gloved and wet hands position on your waist, highering your ass up, pulling your body closer to his face.

when you hold onto the wheel to stay still, excitement and shock blurring the last cramps of your mind, fear of going in an extremely fast batmobile makes your blood boil – yet the trust you have for bruce is there, strongly holding you. his low voice reaches your ears after a while, and his hot breaths wash your pussy and ass holes that clench around nothing, making you jump in pure pleasure. “you disappointed me,” he says, “you disobeyed a direct order from me. that man meant nothin’ to me but disobeying – oh – what a bad choice y/n.”

you couldn’t wait any longer, knowing his one step away from licking you, lust takes control of you, and you begin to say how sorry you’re – how you didn’t mean to – both you and bruce know you did mean to, to get his attention, to get this side of him, because you’re a brat of him who he will tame.

“keep your begs for forgiveness for later. you have to prove to me that you’re capable of obeying me, you pretty brat.”

“anything, I will do anything for you bru -!” a slap to the ass, a slap to the pussy – scream escapes from your lips. “bats! just give me an order, will do it – just please – please fuck me already!”

“in that case,” he says, not licking you, making you pout in disappointment but when he lowers down your body, his cock’s tip meets with your aching pussy’s folds, he clicks a button, the engine slows down a little bit, the wheel of the car gets closer to you. “hold the wheel.”

you try to understand what’s going on, “what are you doin – aggh!”

his left-hand grips your neck, holding it tightly, closing the gap between your face and his, he points to the wheel that stands right in front of you. “hold the fucking wheel if you want to be fucked, y/n.”

swearing lowly, your shaking hand finds the wheel, holding it strongly, waiting for bruce to push a button – when he does, the engine starts moving faster than before. unlike the previous situation, this time, it’s you who drives the batmobile.

“bruce – how – “ your words are cut off by his deep voice.

“don’t take your eyes off the road. you will take us to the home without an accident. if you turn even a little bit, I will stop fucking you my love.” the difference in his words and voice make you go crazy, and that craziness doubles up when he lowers your body down enough to make him thrust his thick cock into your pussy, filling you up.

screaming with sudden pain and pleasure, your eyes roll over for a second before looking right at the road in front of you – gotham city still stays under the darkness of the night, the only voice that world excepts is the powerful sound of the batmobile riding on the endless looking road, the moans coming from you and swears from bats mixing with the flesh hitting the flesh can be heard by only you and bruce – the sin you commit cannot be known by another.

the focus you put on the road gets distracted whenever bruce shoves his dick into your wet clit. back of your thighs hitting his clothed thighs sends pain through your body, leaving red marks on your flesh – the balls that meet with your ass cheeks increase the sensitivity you have, making you cry as you clean them rapidly to see the road.

his name comes out of you over and over again, the brain is too occupied to drive, the mind is too crazy to function, and the body is too full of him, the man who wants to devour you, and doing it right now – using your body as he pleases, not moving his hips greatly, instead, he makes use of your body by lifting it up, then, pulling it down until his dick fills your walls deeper, harder and rougher.

“fucking brat,” he says, a poison that his voice holds captures you – you feel so pathetic as if you’re his fucktoy now. then why do you feel so high like the most powerful drug in the whole world gets into your veins with the maximum level, you ask yourself, then the answer travels to your mind after he adds, “can’t obey her master? what a pretty yet mindless girl you are, don’t you think?” oh, right, he’s the most powerful drug on the whole world, and now, you’re at his mercy.

“u-huh – agghh – oh myy – bats! please, please, please –“ you have no idea what you’re pleasing for, but he knows – he chuckles lowly, having fuck great entertainment thanks to you that you feel a kind of pride in an instant.

“u-huh?” he mocks, fucks you still, close to the edge, just waiting for the right moment. “too cockdumbed to even understand what I’m saying. but you do good my good girl, keep going, we’re close to the cave.”

the new information makes you happy, smiling widely, and looking outside clearly, seeing the cave’s entering. with the relief, you begin to drive the car more carefully than before, hands getting stronger, losing yourself in the pleasure of being fucked by bruce in his damn batmobile.

finally reaching your destination, you slow down the engine, the cave’s front door opens, and pushing a button, bruce hugs you from behind, making you sit down on his cock with an instantaneous speed, earning the loudest moan out of you.

the mouth standing beside your ear says, “cum. cum on my cock.” and you who doesn’t know she’s waiting for him to allow her – to order, do what he tells, cum on his cock as his hot semen hit the deep inside of you in sync.

kissing your shoulder, he holds your shaking body because of both the coldness of the cave you have entered and the opposite sense of warmness that bruce gives – the smell of highness on the air, chests getting up and down, breaths rapid and low, lust ends – its place gets completed with the affection of love.

“did so good,” the car’s door opens, bruce takes your body in bridal style after wrapping it with his cape. his gentle lips put kisses on your face as he walks into the bathroom of his room, watching your soft features, eyes closed to sleep. he smiles fondly, proud of you. “let me take care of my pretty girl now.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *lots of kisses!*

[brutaliashipper1]

Lock the door!

Brutalia has been cock blocked a lot.

Dick-12 years old-

*bruce pining Talia to a wall* Bruce: Well then why don’t we-

Dick: *sobbing* Bruuuce. Tati. I-I Th-They fell again and I-I couldn’t s-save them

Bruce: Oh chum. Come here. *picks dick up* there there it’s okay I got you.

Dick: Thank you *flips Talia the bird and smiles smugly

Talia: ��

Jason-Age 14 1/2- this one was on accident

Talia: It’s been a while since I’ve seen you out of this suit. And I don’t mean Batman-

Jason: Bruce! Talia! Come quick. Dick told me that theirs a limited time only original copy of my favourite book. Can we pleeeeease go?!

Bruce: Sure kiddo. We would be happy too. Oh and remind to call your brother to have a ‘chat’ tomorrow

Jason: YES!

Talia: *muttering to herself* every damn time!

Tim -age 17-

*in the batcave* Talia: I believe we should take this up stairs don’t you

Tim: Bruce me and Duke need help with this really big case.

Bruce: A case you can’t do yourselves?

Tim: *nods enthusiastically* Bruce: *sighs* I’m coming, I’m coming

Tim: *mouthing to Talia* Dicks paying me sorry

Talia: …

Damian -Age 11- on accident aswell-

*Talia is on top of Bruce (clothes still on) kissing him* Damian: *crying* Baba

Bruce: Oh baby are you ok?

Talia: Oh love come up on the bed you can stay with us tonight

Damian: o-okay *sniffles* love yous

Bruce:Goodnight baby. :)

Talia: Night habibi

Bruce: *whispering* Every time

Talia: *whispering back* Next time we should go to the penthouse.

Stephanie -Age 18-

Bruce: Ya know it’s been a while since we’ve-

Steph: Bruuuuce. I need help. Pleeease. I think I broke my ankle.

Bruce: ….

Bruce: The ankle you are walking on

Steph: …

Steph: I said arm. You’re getting old boss man. If you can’t hear that

Bruce: *sighs* okay if your that worried I’ll come help you

Steph: *mouths to Talia* This is my boss. You could do better.

Talia: …

Talia: :)

Part 1/3 Next time I’m going to do like JL members or people like Kate or Alfred (don’t worry Cass and duke)

[queenbrucewayne]

Batman Doesn’t Get Sick.

This was definitely a rare occasion. You and Alfred both stood there watching as Bruce was at his computer in the Batcave. Surrounded by tissues, two empty glasses of orange juice and different types of medicine bottles.

“He’s refused to eat the soup I’ve made, insisting it’s just allergies..” Alfred raised an eyebrow, clearly tired from probably dealing with his stubbornness all morning.

“Allergies? You’re kidding..” You watch as he took another pull from the bottle, popping it in his mouth and going back to whatever he was doing.

“I’m almost certain he’ll over dose on vitamin D at this point…” Alfred shook his head in annoyance.

“It’s okay,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll take it from here. There still some of that soup right?”

“Hot and ready on the stove, good luck.” He said, just before walking back upstairs.

Funny, good luck… you would definitely need it.

Whatever it was Bruce was doing definitely had all his attention, he wasn’t really paying any kind to you at all. It was kinda funny though, seeing him still in his gear without the cowl. His under eyes were darker then normal, and he kept sniffling. Which is probably what resulted in the mountains of issues all around the desk.

“Bruce?”

He didn’t even turn his head to look at you.

“Bruuuce.” You kept going, taking a few steps closer to him.

This time you got right behind his right shoulder, leaning down you wrapped your left arm around his neck…he definitely had a fever.

“Sweetheart.”

He grunted, but it was better then nothing.

“Maybe you should come upstairs, Alfred still has the soup hot, take a break since you’re-“

“I’m not sick.” He cut in.

Oh… so he was being in denial.

“Really? I think the state of your desk would disagree.” You rested your chin on top of his head, moving to wrap your arms around his neck.

He sighed, raising one of his hands and placing it on your forearm. At least he was reacting to you.

“It’s just-“

“Allergies… right”

He turned his head to look at you, clearly not amused. “I’m fine.”

You pulled back from him, raising your hands in surrender. “Okay okay, my apologies. Here I thought the runny nose, droopy eyes, and extra body heat was something other then your charming personality.”

“Y/n..” He had a warning to his tone now.

You turned around to walk upstairs, “I’ll come check on you in a bit, try not to get snot all over the keyboards.”

He rolled his eyes, ignoring you and going back to his computer.

You grabbed a few things from upstairs, a glass of water, Alfreds soup, a cold damp hand towel and a throw blanket. Bruce still had tons of pills downstairs so it was probably best to ease up on the drugs.

Finding him in the same spot you left him, you set the tray down on his desk next to his keyboard. He glanced over at everything, but no attempt to stop what he was doing.

Taking the blanket you slowly started to put it around him, suddenly he grabbed a hold of your right hand stopping you from moving.

"Y/n..." He warned.

"It's just a blanket, it's not a straight jacket."

"This isn't necessary."

"Stop being stubborn."

He looked at you, that adorable grumpy face that he would always pull when he was too tired to argue with you. He loosened his grip and just let you continue.

"Thank you." You said, placing the blanket around his shoulders. "What are you working on?"

He glanced at you for a moment, seeming too hesitate before answering. "A case Gordan is working on."

"So this is what's got you so busy lately... What's it about?" You asked, seeing he was still giving you suspicious glances, but continued explaining the details.

At some point while he was talking you casually started running your hand throughout his hair. It gave you the opportunity to slip your hand pass his forehead, which was still warm.

Reaching over to grab the cold damp hand towel, you pull his messy hair back just a bit to show his forehead. Placing it gently on top you smiled as you heard a little sigh of relief come from him.

“Hey, maybe you should change out of your gear, I can run upstairs and bring some sweatpants and a T-shirt.” You pulled back from him, but he quickly took ahold of your waist, moving you to be sat across his lap.

“I know what you’re doing darling, and I’m not fond of it.” He leaned forward to talk in her ear. “I’m not sick, I don’t need soup, I don’t need anything. And I can’t go change, I might go out tonight.”

You eyes widened, taking a hold of his chin you made him face you. “You are not going out tonight, absolutely not in your condition.”

“Y/n… I said might, I’m not even sure myself yet if I need to but-“

“Why? So you can get somebody killed?”

He frowned at you, “Where did that come from?”

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder you started to play with the hair on the back of his neck. “You got shot last week…. You didn’t even let yourself recover from that.”

“Alfred told you…”

“Of course he did!” You looked up at him, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t like to worry you.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to try and get off his lap. He pulled you back to him this time with your back facing him.

“I worry anyways Bruce, I will always worry.” You Leaned back into his chest further. “You tend to forget you’re human sometimes.”

“I always come back to you.”

“Until the day you don’t…”

You felt his grip on you tense, knowing you probably stuck a nerve.

This was a back and forth conversation you two would have every so often, normally it wouldn’t lead to anywhere but Bruce would try his best to avoid it all together by not telling you if he was seriously injured.

“Alright, I’ll give it another day, now hand me that soup, it smells good.”

You smiled, sliding off his lap and handing over Alfred’s soup. “Here, it’s still hot.”

He nodded, taking the first bite and feeling the soothing feeling of it going down his throat. It didn’t occur to him that this was exactly what he needed. This reminded him of when he was a kid, Alfred would bring him soup and talk to him till he fell asleep.

Bruce glanced over to see you staring at him, your arm holding up your head with a soft smile on your face.

"What?"

"You look the most laid back that I've seen you all week."

“Alfred’s cooking… it makes me feel.. at ease I suppose.”

You nodded, “He has that affect on people.”

“I probably should apologize for giving him a hard time earlier.”

Your eyes widened, “wow, you must really not be feeling well.”

“Shut up.”

You laughed, taking his empty bowl from him, “here, take these pills and try to make your way upstairs at some point tonight please. You could use a shower.” You teased, taking the tray to start your way upstairs.

Bruce quickly reached out his hand and gripped your arm to stop you. "Y/n."

You looked down at him, "Yes?"

"Thank you..."

"Always... Can't have the batman out of the game for too long." Leaning down to kiss the top of his head, you made your leave.

When you made your way to the elevator you saw Alfred was standing there, waiting for you. "A warm bath will be ready soon."

"You think he'll actually listen and come upstairs?"

"I believe he would do it to make you happy. He's stubborn, however when he knows you're upset with him, he tends to be a bit more compliant" Alfred took the tray from your hands. "You get yourself ready for bed, I have no doubt he will be joining you soon."

Nodding, you made your way upstairs, smiling to yourself when you just saw him start to stand up and shut off the laptop.

@christianbalefanatic

[frankiefellinlove]

More baseball Bruuuce!

[max-nico]

One of my fav batfam fic tropes is Damian getting hurt; whether it be poisoned, concussed, pollinated lol, ect. and he just just acts completely different. Like he's laying in the med bay and Tim comes down to feed him or something and the whole interaction boils down to

Tim: idk why Bruce isn't doing this bc you literally don't like me, but here's your food and your meds.

Damian, delirious, drool running down his chin: okay 🥰🥰 love you 🥰🥰 you're my best friend 🥺🥺

Tim: ??? Bruuuce I think the demon child's brain is shutting down !!

By the time he's come back to himself the damage is already done. The whole family knows his biggest secret; he loves them all so much and would be sad if they died. I eat it up every time.

[prettykittycastle]

Why Me?

Summary: The last thing Bruce expected to happen to him was getting a blowjob in the lab.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: blowjob, oral sex, male receiving, slight dirty talk, slight sub-Bruce)

"You should relax, Dr. Banner."

"You're always so tense, doctor. I can help with that."

"Maybe the Hulk wants you to have some fun."

At the feel of your warm tongue running over the head of his cock, Bruce thought over the things you had said to him before this night. Of course at the time, he didn't realize you were constantly making suggestions to him, his focus always on his lab work. But now, lightly shuddering at feeling the tip of your tongue run against the slit in his tip, he felt incredibly stupid to not notice them sooner.

"Mmmm," you hummed, sliding his member into your mouth, instantly the salty taste of him on your tongue made your mouth water.

"Oh God," he moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head back against his lab chair, his legs shaking.

"How ya feeling, Doctor? Still tense?" you slipped him out of your mouth and asked him. You wrapped your hand around him and held him firmly, grinning up at the sight of the anxious scientist before you.

For a while you had been trying to get his attention, wanting so badly to have him writhing in pleasure and finally have him be able to relax. Tonight was gonna be your last night of trying to catch his attention and if he didn't catch on yet, you were planning on moving on, but it seems that the universe had finally decided to do you a favor, and Bruce finally noticed you.

Now looking at him, you just wanted to rip all his clothes off and ride the fuck out of him. His lab coat was spread open, the first couple buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and some of the hair on his chest was showing, his glasses askew upon his face, and his pants were pulled down around his knees. Be patient, you told yourself, wanting so badly to hear him moan your name.

"Y-yeah,...n-no," he quickly changed his answer, trying to keep control of his mind and his urge to thrust into your hand. "Uh, (Y/N)-"

"Bruuuce," you cooed at him, beginning to slowly jerk him off, the saliva from your mouth making it easy. "Just relax for me, sweetie."

Easier said than done, he thought, closing his eyes tighter at the feel of your hand jerking him off. He knew that agreeing to this was risky, worrying that the big guy would appear at any moment, but he couldn't turn down the opportunity to have you, of all people, on your knees, ready to have his dick in your mouth.

"Please," he begged. He didn't have to say what he was begging for because you already knew and by the time, he opened his mouth, ready to say something else, your lips were wrapped around his member again.

"Mmm," you moaned around him, loving the salty taste of him on your tongue. Lowering your head, you relaxed your jaw and throat to take him deep into your mouth till your lips stopped halfway down his cock. When you felt that you couldn't fit anymore of him in, you let the saliva from your mouth run down his length before wrapping both of your hands around the rest of him. Bobbing your head and stroking him, you couldn't control the moans escaping your mouth and traveling to him. You had been fantasizing about this for so long and now you couldn't be happier to feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Bruce tried to remind himself this as he tried and failed to keep his lower half from lifting itself up from the chair and attempting to fuck your sweet mouth. He could feel his heart rate picking up and he worried that the other guy might make an appearance at the worst time.

"Shit, (Y/N)," Bruce groaned, letting his head fall back onto his lab chair while clenching the armrests tightly. "S-Slow down, please."

Your response to this request from him was simply bobbing your head faster, swallowing as much of him as you could, letting drool run out of your mouth and down his cock, helping you stroke him faster.

You didn't need to look up to know that the skin on his knuckles were probably turning green by how tightly he was holding the armrests and you wondered how long they would last before they completely broke off from the chair.

It's been so long. I'm not gonna last. He realized. The last time he had any type of sexual interaction was years, before the appearance of Hulk. After him, he never thought he'd ever get a chance to touch another person this way again.

"Bruuuce," you said, pulling your mouth away from him, but still stroking him. You looked up at him and couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face at seeing his head laid all the way back, holding onto the armrests for dear life.

"(Y/N)," he moaned your name again, hearing you call his name and forcing his eyes to open, and when they finally did, he instantly regretted it. The sight below him almost made him cum right then and there, but thanks to his years of perfecting control over the big guy, he held himself back from cumming too early. Seeing your (E/C) eyes look up at him, hazy and full of lust, your mouth and chin shining from the saliva on his dick, and the string of it hanging loosely from your bottom lip and his tip was almost too much for the poor scientist who had thought he would be living a life of celibacy because of his condition.

"How ya feel, Dr. Banner? You relaxed yet?" Your smirk grew wider, feeling his dick grow harder in your hands at you taunting him.

"Y-yes, yes, I am," he replied back, his eyes barely open as he tried to hold himself off from cumming, but your words were too much. "Please, (Y/N)."

"What is it," you asked, your voice changing to a lighter, more innocent tone despite what you were currently doing. "Bruce, what is it?"

"Aah," He moaned loudly, straining to control himself, his mind almost completely lost to lust. "I'm-I'm close t-to-"

"Close to cumming," you finished his statement, slightly tightening your grip and quickening your strokes. You could practically feel the cum waiting to burst from him. "You wanna cum?"

He couldn't find it in himself to open his mouth to speak, and simply nodded his head.

"Tell me. You wanna bust a nut on my face or in my mouth?"

"Oh God," he whimpered, lifting his hips to fuck your hands, his desperation evident.

"I'm fine with either one," you told him before lowering your head down to swallow his dick again, moaning at his hardness, and wiggling your tongue against the underside of him.

At that moment, Bruce couldn't handle it anymore, and before he knew it, his cum came spurting out of him in long, white, salty ropes down your throat to which you gladly accepted swallowing as much of it as you could.

If seeing you on your knees for him was already too much, watching you through half open eyes, gobbling and swallowing his cum was too overwhelming and he had to force his hand to let go of his armrest and use it to lightly push your head away.

"Shit, shit. Stop." He could feel himself becoming overstimulated, and knew without a doubt that if he got anymore stimulated, the big guy would definitely show up.

You didn't move at first, happily slurping up everything he offered and more, before deciding he had enough. You lifted your head from him and took a breath, wiping some of the spit from your face and gathering any cum that escaped from your mouth onto your fingers.

"Why," he asked, trying to catch his breath, and attempt to lower his heart rate back down. "Why...me?"

"What do you mean 'why you'," you asked, putting your cum-covered fingers in your mouth and sucking it off.

Seeing you do this, he had to take a second to calm himself down, before responding. "I mean...why out of all the guys in this building, you chose me? Why not Tony, Steve, Sam, Thor? Why me?"

The way he asked that made your heart almost break and suddenly the urge to fuck him grew tremendously stronger, wanting to give this man as much pleasure as you could.

"I don't want Tony or Steve or any of the others. Just you, Bruce. I like you. I think you're hot."

"Yeah, but," he sat up in the chair and straightened himself, his usual shyness coming back over him. "But why me? Why do you like me? The guy that has a big green rage monster in him."

"Because I think it's hot how smart, sweet, caring, and shy you are, Bruce." As you told him this, you stood up from the lab floor, wincing at the small ache in your knees and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. "I've liked you for a while. And if you just want this to be a one time thing, I'm cool with that. But I also want us to be something." You knew that one of the reasons the scientist tended to distance himself from the others was not just because of his shy nature, but also because of his worry of how he, the team, and others viewed him and his second half. He saw his second half as a monstrous nuisance and thought that the team might as well, but you knew that was wrong and you want to show him that you view him as more than the Hulk, and as Bruce Banner.

"I can control him most times, but every now and then, he wants out and it's hard to put him back in," he warned you, placing his hands on your hips.

"That's fine. We'll handle it together." You laid a gentle kiss upon his lips, aware that he still has to calm his heart down from your blowjob. He didn't say anything else and kissed you back with a surprising amount of vigor that seemed to make the fire in between your legs burn stronger.

"You know we have to be careful in the future when it comes to...this," he pulled away and warned you.

"We will and we will have a lot of fun, too," you told him, going back to kissing him. Even though, you two had just made it official, you were already thinking of the many things you wanted to do to this man, and unbeknownst to you, Bruce was thinking of the many positions he could put you in by the end of the night, how to not risk the big guy coming out while doing so.

[cautious-soup]

Riddlebat AU where Bruce and Selina are in a band, and the Riddler is a stalker

In buildings like this, it was surprisingly easy to get lost. All of the linoleum and nauseatingly bright fluorescent lights began to blend together after a while. Bruce felt it all now, along with a sinking feeling.

He reached the end of the hallway and sighed, looking to the left and right, feeling ridiculous.

Then, low and quiet, he heard his name.

“Bruuuce,” 

He whipped around, sucking in a breath. The Riddler stood a little ways down the hallway, grinning, wringing the t-shirt Bruce had signed earlier.

“I just…I wasn’t gonna, I was fine with just watching but…” he stepped forward, “You came back in by yourself…it’s like you could hear how much I needed you…felt it,” 

Bruce sneered, and suddenly memories of the past few months flooded his mind. 

Then, red. All he saw was red.

The rest 🔽

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60403063/chapters/154177273

[a-merman-not-a-guppy]

Finn wasn't sure what he was expecting at this meeting, but Bruce saying he was leaving? Definitely wasn't on the list. It made him sad, because he felt like Bruce was a really strong presence, and great company at Who's Its and everything. But... well he couldn't exactly blame Bruce for wanting to go to his family. To have found his family... that was incredible!

"W-Wow," Finn said at first, eyes wide as he glanced at everyone else and then focused back on Bruce. "W-W-Well we'll be sad to see you go," Finn said first, clasping his hands together and squeezing them a little. He really was sad for it. Even if he didn't always agree with what Bruce thought, he really liked him. "I...I hope it's every-everything you w-w-want and that you stay s-safe."

@ariel-the-undiscovered @arista-the-musical @brucewhite @aquata-the-champ @agentgrumpy-gils @madellaine @alana-the-brilliant

Like The Tides | Mercrew

[kcrabb88]

BRUUUCE

Got to see Bruce Springsteen last night and it was soooooo good!!! 😍

(Had to take Obi-Wan and Quin, since Obi-Wan in my 80s/90s AIDS Crisis AU is a huge Bruce fan).

[superbat-love]

Clark: Bruuuce, if I die, I want you to have the Fortress.

Bruce: You’re not going to die, Clark.

Clark: [sniffling] I can feel the life draining out of me. I’ll leave Krypto in your care, Bruce. Tell him… Tell him that I love him, and that he’s the bestest boy in the universe.

Bruce: He’s not coming within a mile of my cave.

Clark: And can you give my Batman an oil bath every week?

Bruce: What?

Clark: My robot butler Batman. He gets very cranky when he doesn’t get his weekly oil bath. He’s a bit spoiled, but I indulge him anyway.

The Batcomputer beeps, signaling the scan’s completion. The diagnosis pops up on the screen.

Bruce: [reading] The results are in. You have the common space flu, Clark.

Clark: [blinking] Oh.

Bruce: Now, what was that about a robot butler?

[cejav13]

Jeremy Allen White rocked The Stone Pony on Wednesday, December 11, 2024 in front of cameras and a crowd to film scenes for the upcoming Springsteen biopic “Deliver Me from Nowhere.”

[profoundmisfitdichotomy]

Charles Sun yelling, "I FOUND BRUUUCE!" after getting beaten and and partially blown up in the first episode is what hooked me. There was no turning back after that.

[amethyst-halo]

bruce......bruuuce...........