#christian bale one shot

[malavera]

What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?

“Give, in.”

He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.

He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.

But, he lied to you.

And, you didn’t take it very well.

You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.

He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.

“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.

“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.

“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.

You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.

“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.

The man of action is crying.

“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.

You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.

He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.

“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”

He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”

You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.

“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”

[visionsofmagic]

masterlist of:

⋆ ― ◜week of celebs◝ ― ⋆

↝ day 1: cillian murphy

⋆ you are playing in a movie as the enemy of cillian’s character who is protoganist. when director asks you two to act like there is a sexual tension between your characters, previous night’s memories follows into your mind. 

↝ day 2: chris evans

⋆  chris makes fun of your failed dates but when you finally find a good match as you say, events turn into something else than you plan.

↝ day 3: robert pattinson

⋆  robert and you go for the met gala and when he sees you, he just realizes you are the prettiest girl once again.

↝ day 4: christian bale

⋆ it is the third movie you and chris playing together in, and it is last time he can hide his love for you.

↝ day 5: tom hardy

↝ day 6: sebastian stan

↝ day 7: henry cavill

― explanation: so, with a motivation, coming from my own pinterest ^^, I wanted to create this one! I hope you will like it as well as I – because I love seeing you like them with likes, rbs and messages. thanks for reading! for the seven days of the week, I will publish seven works including these celebs you see below and I will add links to here or you can see them in my blog. enjoy!

- rose 🍰

[anitalenia]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. ₊ ⊹ ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ✧˚ ༘

— 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝘥𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

˚☽˚｡⋆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. The silence was too loud and his room was too cold — his arms and torso were left bare to freeze thanks to you (he was too much of a gentleman to snatch the blanket off you anyway). The heavy rain smacked into his windows pointedly and purposefully; with every loud drop it made his lip twitch in annoyance.

The air was sharp and frosted, it burned his nose when he breathed in too deeply and it made him wonder if Alfred forgot to turn the heat on — better yet if you turned it off, knowing you hated to fall asleep too warm and Alfred was too meticulous and thorough to forget to turn it off at all.

It was dingy and dismal, dark and dreary just as Bruce preferred it to be, so little going on for him to be so awake and agitated but yet… maybe that was just it. The silence, the boredom, the macabre sense of monotony on an unfamiliarly quiet Saturday night — so little going on it was driving him mad.

Bruce stared up at the ceiling with his arms laid out on his shirtless stomach, restless but tired. His limbs were sore and heavy, his body bruised and battered, yet his dark eyes couldn’t help but flicker over to his window ever so often when he thought about what was on the other side of it — the source of his calamity.

He’d stare through the droplets of water at the blurred kaleidoscope of lights as they shone onto his floor, not eagerly per say just habitually; Bruce seldom ever saw a peaceful night in, so unaccustomed with the sweet domesticity of crawling under the covers at 10:30 pm and kissing your lover goodnight — he was usually so busy, for Gotham never slept and crime never seemed to stop.

No, Bruce couldn’t sleep; his thoughts a morbid mess of batman-esque obligation that made it impossible to close his eyes.

You were a different matter entirely as Bruce turned his head to look at you; snuggled up on your side of the large bed with his thick, black comforter surrounding you, breathing gently on the muscle of his shoulder and sleeping soundly, beautifully.

His pretty little wife.

His eyes looked over the sharp shadows of your sleeping beauty. From your wispy eyelashes, to your cute little nose, to your softly parted lips, a soft smile adorning the corner of his mouth as he did — he couldn’t help it.

Your hair was frizzy and tangled messily around your head, your soft breaths ever so often stuttered with an adorable snore but Bruce couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked anyway as he raked his eyes over your face fondly.

As he did he realized how grateful he was that you didn’t need to worry yourself with the things that he did; you were too innocent for the cruelty of Gotham City, too pure and divine; an angel wrapped in wicked tapestry.

Even now, in your pale white pajamas on black silken sheets you looked too fragile for them, like they could wrap their shadowy arms around you and swallow you whole — just as the city could so easily do if he wasn’t there to protect you.

If Batman wasn’t there to save you.

I don’t care, Bruce. I love you anyway.

That’s what you’d always say when Bruce would settle down in bed beside you with a heavy sigh and whisper why do you stay?, on those long nights when he’d come home brutally battered and fatigued. After a night of being heavily reminded to the real dangers waiting just outside his door like a pack of feral dogs and how easily they could ensnare you in their jaws.

I don’t care. I love you.

He loved you too, he really very did.

With that final thought, Bruce was still caught staring at you with a soft look of love on his face when you gently fluttered your eyes open, your body sensing his awareness before your mind could.

He watched patiently as you groggily looked around before eventually meeting his gaze, his eyes getting even softer at the adorable look of confusion on your face.

Your eyes tiredly looked back up at him despite the darkness surrounding you two, able to see his frowned lips and dark eyes clearly, “Bruce? Why are you still awake?”

Your voice was raspy and tired, a small yawn following your statement that made pity tear at his heart for waking you up.

Bruce ran his hazel eyes over your face some more before he responded, unable to stop cherishing you.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He simply responded, voice low and intimate, words spoken in the bare space between his lips and yours.

You settled into your silken pillow with a small huff, eyes focused more on Bruce’s face now as the grogginess gradually melted away and your vision became clearer — the silence and rain thrumming calmly around you. It wasn’t a normal night in Gotham City without the rain.

“Well, did you try?” You teased just as quietly as he, smiling a little at the chuckle he gave you in response.

“Yes, of course I tried. It clearly didn’t go as planned.” Bruce mumbled back with a faint snicker, speaking just loud enough so you can hear him over the rain pattering on the windows, a small smile now quirked on his sharp lips.

You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes looking between his, knowing Bruce well enough to know when he was lying.

“I don’t really believe you. What’s keeping you awake?” You sighed with furrowed brows, resting your head right next to his bare shoulder to look up at him better — maybe if you pouted in that cute way he liked he’d tell you honestly.

Bruce faltered at that, looking down at you with a heavy heart; he couldn’t possibly tell you that he felt guilty laying in bed with you when he should’ve been out there, out there protecting those who needed him. But the fact of the matter, one he couldn’t argue with, was that you needed him as well.

He couldn’t possibly tell you how conflicted he really was but probably shouldn’t have been; two parts of him sharing the same mind and body but each with entirely different obligations — the irreconcilable duality that was he.

One part of him was Bruce Wayne; millionaire, orphan, husband, you needed that side of him, you deserved to have him for at least one night. But he was also Batman, and Gotham always needed him.

He was haunted with a classic case of Jekyll and Hyde but instead of one side lusting for murderous intent his alter ego longed for rightful justice in the grandest city of injustice. Batman was the only one who could live harmoniously in the dark, the only one capable of doing the things he did. It was an enervative dichotomous life of matrimonial duties and moral obligation.

There were two men sharing the same halves of the same soul and Bruce couldn’t decide which heart to listen to without making the other one feel guilty.

“Just work stuff, honey. It’s nothing you need to worry about, trust me.” Bruce dismissed after a short moment, shaking his head gently with a reassuring smile on his thin lips — like that could convince you of anything.

You narrowed your eyes at him slightly, registering the slight blue bags under his eyes and the crippled fault in his smile, all small clues of his devious, well-intentioned deception.

“Which work stuff?” You prodded carefully, raising a brow at him as suspicions already began to brew in the back of your mind as to what he was really referring.

Bruce chuckled again at that, loving your caring and inquisitive nature any day but wishing you’d just drop it already. He really couldn’t bear weighing any of the pressure he carried on your delicate shoulders, fearing you’d crumble under the weight of it.

“Really, it’s…” Bruce looked back up at the ceiling in indecision, searching for the right words, “it’s nothing I can’t handle, okay?” He looked back down at you with confidence, his voice firmer than before but still softly spoken to get his point across.

You narrowed your eyes at him with that, knowing it was a response you fully expected but were still annoyed to hear.

You were aware that he was lying to you but also aware that he wouldn’t tell you no matter how much you begged him; he never liked to tell you anything about his Batman related problems and it greatly frustrated you for some reason.

As his wife didn’t you deserve to know at least something? You were fully aware of what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to his long awaited proposal. After all, you didn’t just marry Bruce Wayne but you married Batman as well… you could handle the truth even if he didn’t seem to think so.

You sighed anyway, unable to mask your irritation towards him for keeping you in the dark. Your lack of sleep didn’t help the influx of annoyance either.

You took your head off his warm shoulder and went to turn around away from him, your fatigue easily irritating you more than usual.

Bruce licked his lips and sighed, having already disappointed you in an attempt to protect you; a small price to pay if it meant your pretty little head wasn’t clogged with constant, pained disquietude like his was.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” You muttered more to yourself than anything, fussing with the blanket you had wrapped yourself in during your slumber and now seemed to be stuck in.

Before you could fully turn around though Bruce laid a warm, consoling hand on your forearm that made you pause, “Hey, hey, wait.”

You lingered a moment at the feel of it before turning back around to face him, expression a little more sour than before — tired and impatient.

Bruce felt guilt swirl in his stomach at the look on your face, knowing he was disappointing you but also knowing it was for the best.

He kept the hand on your arm, leaning up and wrapping it around your back to bring you into his chest, his other arm going behind your neck and tucking you into his side like you were his most precious doll — you were of course.

You didn’t fight him even if you wanted to, enjoying the warmth he provided and the safety you subconsciously sought out snuck tight in between his arms.

“Bruce.” You grumbled anyway as you settled against him, his arm releasing you for a moment to pick the blanket up and over his waist so there was nothing separating you two from each other.

You felt hard plains of muscle underneath you when he did, a flustered pinkness appearing on your cheeks, then slowly crept in hot embarrassment at the fact that your husband’s carefully structured body that you’ve seen many many times still managed to make you shy.

You melted into his side, albeit a bit stiffly as you were still annoyed with him and wanted to blatantly show it, your arms stubbornly slotted against your chest to separate yourself from laying completely on his.

When Bruce was done adjusting the blanket, the bed moving as he did, he settled still and looked down at you with those kind eyes of his you loved so much, the ones that always flustered you when you stared back into them for too long.

The arm behind your neck pushed you closer to him while he took his right hand and wrapped it around your chin, his palm so warm and big against your jaw that you couldn’t help but sigh in submission.

Bruce gently forced you to look up at him, his eyes staring down at you softly but earnestly.

“Alright, hey, don’t be like that with me. If there was something I thought you really needed to know I’d tell you. Otherwise, it’s best I keep that side of myself as private from you as possible. I hate the thought of you being in danger because of me, because I exposed you to that side of myself you didn’t need to see.” Bruce whispered genuinely, minty breath fanning over your nose as you stared up at him, seemingly calm now and even just a little regretful for being so upset with him in the first place.

“Just give it a rest honey, alright? I promise you, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Do I ever go back on my promises, hmm?” He said sweetly, looking down at you with insistent but loving eyes in the expectation of you responding.

You paused for a moment as you registered his words, still curious to know what he was really thinking about because you just couldn’t help it. You worried for him, wished he’d be more open with you so you could help him in whatever way you could. However, you also didn’t want to stress him out any more than he already was either, your mind picturing all the purple bruises littering his beautiful body pitifully.

So, you just shook your head like a scolded child, “No… you don’t.” You’d have to bite your tongue for now, pouting up at him cutely — Bruce was just too sweet to argue with sometimes and he knew it.

Bruce gave you a charming smile, gray shadow washed over the angles of his straight nose and narrow cheeks. His brown hair was more unkempt than usual, wavy tendrils of it fallen around his face. He looked so handsome, more tranquil this way, as he leaned down and gave you a peck on the forehead, a sweet hum sounding in the back of his throat.

“That’s my girl.”

You sighed happily, giving in to him completely now and wrapping an arm around his chest so you could burrow against him; he wrapped his arm around you tighter instinctually, enjoying the feel of you against him as he looked up at the ceiling in content.

Nothing was better than being with you, so much so that Batman himself felt satiated from his lonely perch in the back of Bruce’s mind.

You stared out the large, arched window on his wall for a few quiet moments, watching as the rain quickly fell down the glass one by one as Bruce softly traced his textured fingertips along the spine of your back.

“It always rains, you ever notice that?” You murmured tiredly against his skin, in a daze from the tingling sensation on your skin as he caressed your back in gentle, loving touches.

Bruce looked away from you a moment when you spoke to spare the window a disinterested glance, “What? You don’t like the rain, Mrs. Wayne?” He teased you, his spirits higher than before as he looked back down at you even if you couldn’t see, his nose filled with the sweet smelling shampoo you used — coconut and vanilla.

You smiled a little — you loved when he called you that.

“Well of course you do. You’re Batman, you’re supposed to like depressing things.” You spoke with a smile, only teasing him as your eyes drifted shut from the comfort of his body against yours, muscles melting against the black sheets nestled between his own.

Bruce chucked at that, his hand ceasing its calming motion, “oh, is that right?”

You hummed with an amused smile on your lips, nodding your head, “mmhmm, yes sir.”

Bruce scoffed playfully at that, looking down at you with a fond playfulness in his eyes before gently taking his muscled arm out from underneath your head.

You lifted your head up curiously to look at him, wishing for the moment to not be disturbed, only to be gently rolled over so that Bruce was laid on top of you and you were now sunken into the inky black abyss of cushions beneath him. Your lips parted in a slight gasp, staring up at him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much in surprise.

“Now now, Mrs. Wayne, don’t go calling me that unless you plan on doing something about it, it’s in bad taste.”

You giggled at that, a joyous and twinkling sound that made Bruce tense up, his eyes darting towards your lips and his heart quickening in his chest. You always had such an effect on him even if you didn’t know it.

“How ‘bout you do something about it then?” You whispered up to him sensually, voice low and playful. You could feel the air surrounding the little bubble you two found yourselves in change heavily as you ran your hands softly over his midsection, his light skin cold and soft, muscles hard and firm as you traced your fingers delicately over each individual ab until Bruce was twitching at the feeling.

He glanced down at your hands hotly, already worked up from your minuscule touches alone, his skin tingling from the sensation as a familiar heat started to twirl in his lower tummy.

He looked back down at you, eyes more hooded now but just as eagerly as rain pounded on the windows somewhere in the background — you couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of his warm breaths and the gradual throbbing between your own legs.

“Yeah? Would you like if I did something about it, Mrs. Wayne?” Your husband mumbled huskily, a teasing smirk on his lips as he lowered down closer until his face was just above yours, his big arms pressed into the pillow on each side of your head so you were surrounded by him.

He could see the way you inhaled at the name, felt the way your nails dug into his skin for a subtle, fleeting moment. He always knew all the right ways to turn you on, knew all the right words to say to make you melt in his hands like warm syrup — you were certainly just as sweet.

You stared up at your husband with heavy breaths, mouth watering for a taste of him, eyes blown black with love and unabashed want as he sat in the reflection of your irises. Your skin felt hot and your thighs tightened around his waist, arms aimlessly tracing the ridges of muscle that coated Bruce’s front; it was in an innocently naive way now, so unaware of how badly it was affecting Bruce himself as your initial confidence dwindled down to need.

You impatiently waited for him to make a move, give into the desire you both so clearly felt as your eyes ran over his shirtless body and perfect face in the mean time. With every exhale of breath out of his mouth you found yourself inhaling it back in, breathing his air and smelling of Bruce’s aftershave, Bruce’s shampoo, it was all just Bruce, Bruce, Bruce.

He had completely overwhelmed your senses with his smell, his presence, his very existence and it was making it hard to think clearly — only he plagued your thoughts so much it made your fingertips buzz to feel more of him.

It was in moments like these where the sheer size of Bruce was brought to your attention; he was much more muscular than you, all sharp edges and ridges of pure muscle and destruction that could destroy anything he put his hands on.

It was ironic to you, how those same hands that broke bones were the same hands that caressed your skin in the softest of touches, in the softest of ways, irrevocably incapable of breaking you.

Bruce believed he was all carnal ruination — hands made to break and fists made to destroy. He believed he had a dark side in him he couldn’t control, that Batman was the outlet for all the frustration he felt towards the injustices of the city and how easily it corrupted the lightest of souls. He believed he was made to hurt, to cause ruin — a reason why he never took a single human soul no matter how rotten it was.

But you believed he didn’t give himself enough credit, which is exactly why moments like these were so important to remind him.

You swallowed nervously now as you looked back into his eyes, your fingers faltering in their movement as they stilled on the angles of his hips, right outside the tight band of his black sweatpants.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne, that’s exactly what I want.” You whispered back up to him in a velvety soft tone, eyes looking at his pink lips and then flickering back up between his hazel irises lustfully; the look in them was too intense for you to handle but you sufficed, your heart thrumming passionately under your skin at the attention.

Bruce almost melted at the name, just as affected by the title as you were, lowering his face down until his nose was touching yours, his lips hovering right above your own.

“That’s my girl…” Bruce breathed thickly against your lips, his eyes flickering to your mouth as yours did the same to his, your mouth salivating for a taste of him.

A silent beat passed as you both just stayed in that position, locked into each other’s loving gazes and gentle touches, his lips just a whisper away from yours screaming to have you, to taste you. It was intimate and warm, quiet, your body feeling fuzzy and alight with something similar to deep admiration and not so far from a deep, shared love for each other.

There was no playfulness about it now.

It was then, when the tension had sizzled into flame did Bruce finally lean down and kiss you, his lips soft and cold, so contrasting from the warmth he sought in yours as the rain pattered on the windows and your angelic essence drowned him further into the depths of you.

You moaned softly, feeling relief flood through you as your hands gripped his hips for some sort of anchor off the clouds you seemed to be floating on. Bruce kissed you lovingly, a characteristic act of tenderness as he found his own needy noises hum in the back of his throat.

It was sweet and slow, lips careful and gentle against each other between delicate sighs and hums. He tasted of peppermint and the faint drawl of bourbon, his tongue damping your lips and your shared saliva wet on your mouths.

He seperated from you just for a short moment, your lips feeling the loss but not for too long before he was on you once more with a fervor, tongue molding between your lips forcefully and sucking yours into the warmth of his mouth.

You whined at the sudden confidence within him, lips barely moving against his as he took control of your movements and gave you no other option but to take what he gave you — his lips and his tongue tangling with yours messily as sensual rumbles sounded deep from within in his chest.

He brought a hand down from the pillow and intertwined it in your hair, tangling his thick fingers into your roots and pulling hard enough to arouse you further. It made your back arch and lips part in a salacious gasp.

Bruce found himself unable to part from your delectable taste for long, taking that moment to reconnect his damp lips to the skin between your chin and shoulder. He forced your head back as he kissed your neck, the cold air hitting every damp spot in a pleasurable tingling sensation that had your nails digging into his abs.

“Bruce…” You sighed oh so sweetly in a distracted state of mind, just wanting to say his name and have him hear how good he was making you feel with his simple kisses alone — a feat he always accomplished anytime he did.

The praise didn’t fall on deaf ears but he was too preoccupied with the sound of your heavy breaths and whines to really pay attention, too love drunk on the smoothness of your skin falling over his tongue as he licked his way down to your collarbone. He released his grip on your hair and his hands made idle work in caressing their way down your body to the hem of your white pajama top.

His hands were eager, so familiar on the curves of your body as they slid back up to your chest, hands big and desperate as they tightly gripped your bosom for a fleeting moment that had you moaning at the sting — he was handsy, unable to get enough of you and the way your body perfectly slotted between the strength and ridges of his hands.

His cock was already hard in his slacks, poking against your thigh absentmindedly as his hands dug into the center of your top and adamantly ripped it right down the middle. The buttons flew over the bed and your tits spilled out of the ripped material in a gorgeous ripple of flesh that had Bruce groaning at the sight.

“So beautiful, so gorgeous, just fucking perfect…” He mumbled in a lustful daze, more to himself as a factual observation, his hands now gripping your waist, eager mouth leaning down and making quick work to lap at your chest in the way he knew you liked.

You giggled dreamily at that, feeling fluttery and lightheaded at the praise, body warm and melting like a cube of butter on top of his silk bed sheets. He was always capable of making you melt with just a few loving words and caresses, another one of his talents.

Your hands had found their way into his thick hair, massaging at the loose strands when you decided it was impossible to stay still from the buzzing running through your pores.

Your pussy throbbed in your pajama shorts, painfully so, stomach in tight knots at the sparks shooting down to your core from his ministrations.

He found himself enthralled by the feeling of your tit in his mouth, fervently sucking on the skin there as his hands gripped into your waist so tight in a subconsciously possessive hold so you could never leave. Maybe it was the semblance of Batman himself leaking out from under tight fingertips, a degree of fierce protection in the way he held you underneath him, unable to be taken or destroyed by the same evil he fought almost every night.

You were here with him, with him and all of his burdens for the rest of your lives.

“So gorgeous…”

Bruce was lost in the pleasure you helplessly moaned in his ears, feeling his own mutual desire swirling in his tummy and thrumming through his skin that made every touch feel like fire, every kiss an ember from the flame until you and him were intertwined ash lost in the black smoke.

He loved you, his pretty wife, always so supportive and forgiving in the moments he definitely didn’t deserve it.

He picked his head up, panting and lips wet, your chest littered in pink marks and damp with his spit as Bruce licked his lips, hungry for more already.

You looked at him in all his glory, admiringly, just as enamored with him as he was with you as your warm hands slid down to his cheeks. Your own were flushed pink and feverish, breath warm and heavy as you lovingly ran your palm over his sharp cheekbone. His skin was soft, smooth and tepid under your dainty fingertips.

You gently caressed the faint purple of a bruise with your thumb, right in the hollow of his eye.

Bruce leaned into the tender action for a spared moment of comfort, his eyes hooded and twinkling in the dark as he breathed heavily against your lips. He kept finding himself absent in the presence of your beauty, staring at your face and your lips and being so thankful he had you at all.

“So beautiful…” He breathed gingerly, eyes looking over your face like he was seeing you for the first time — no, he was selfish in his blatant admiration of your magnificence, his heart throbbing almost painfully in his love for you as he watched the soft corners of your mouth twist into a shy smile at your devotees idolatrous attention.

He leaned down after a fond moment of your thumb tracing his cheekbone, after he was satisfied with his generous intake of your prettiness. He pecked an affectionate kiss on your smiling lips before dipping his head down and laying several kisses to your neck once more.

You bit your lip at the sensitive feeling, closing your eyes, lost in the feel of him, as he pampered you with doting kisses all the way down to your ribcage, his hands now playing with the hem of your shorts but not too boldly as to take them off quite yet.

“You’re everything, you know that? I could never imagine my life without you… you’re perfect, so perfect.” He rubbed your stomach adoringly, “Your body is perfect, so beautiful, I can’t believe you ever married me…” He mumbled in that rough voice of his, vulnerable in the night, in the moment when you couldn’t see him all the way clearly but he could see all of you just fine.

You could feel another smile playing on your lips — not that it had even left — the heavy sensation of happy tears casting a light sheen over your eyes. He was the perfect one, he was the gorgeous and beautiful counterpart of you that didn’t seem to realize his own value. You only wished you had the poetic spark in yourself that he had, then you’d be able to voice it properly. Still, his praise made your heart swell as he took your left hand and kissed the diamond ring on your finger amorously.

“Oh, Bruce…” You spoke in a hushed manner, voice wobbling from the overwhelming infatuation you had for the man, so thankful and grateful for such a man as wonderful as he. In your eyes the sudden romance had come out of nowhere, but it was still greatly appreciated as it caused your voice to thicken with the downpour of love it had spiked.

He looked into your eyes as he warmly kissed your palm, lips quirked slightly, eliciting another tender hearted smile from you. He then let you settle your hands back on his shoulders as he slotted himself between your hips, the affectionate moment lingering in the air as you pet his wide shoulders.

You were laid on your back, smooth thighs spread to accommodate his size between them, pajama top ripped down the middle in fragmented material hanging off your shoulders, your tits pooled on your chest and wet with his kisses. Your hair was tangled, fanned around your head, lips pink and plushy from all his salacious kisses, your eyes glittering erotically bright.

Despite that, you were not uncomfortable to be so exposed to him, exposed in a way you’d only ever be with him. You knew he would never judge you nor your body, that he loved you and all your freckles and scars and all the blemishes you considered imperfections — he loved them all. The only part of you not seen were covered by the shorts Bruce was already eager to take off.

You were beautiful to him, ethereal even, just as he said you were an angel, something divine and pure, a holy deity completely out of this world that transcended the mortal plane he was bound to, letting his lowly lips and hands cherish your merciful soul and body. Just oh so perfect.

“I love you…” You whispered, pathetically cute, down to him, a whisper wafting into his ears soft and fragile as if you were scared he wouldn’t say it back — he’d say it everyday for a thousand years if he had the blessing of living that long with you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pulsing with need, as you smiled down at him sweetly.

“I love you more, Mrs. Wayne… I love you more…” He breathed hotly against your stomach, already leaning down and peppering sugarcoated kisses along your pelvis, so much closer to where you really needed him that the throbbing had become unbearably intense, wetness soaking your inner thighs and cream colored shorts. You felt your body shiver at the title once more.

You swallowed shakily as Bruce moved down, his daft fingers hooking into the band of your shorts and gently shoving them down to your knees as his longing lips reached the band of your lavender laced panties.

Your thighs tightened around his head as cool air hit your wet center, your body sensitive and pulsing heavy notes of desire straight into your pussy that made it hard to keep your head up and eyes open.

You just needed him, needed him and his expert mouth to bring you some sort of relief. Your toes were curled already, pussy clenching around nothing and spewing out clear juices that only damped your underwear further. You tangled your fingers into his hair heatedly, resisting the urge to shove his head down where you really wanted him.

Bruce swallowed hungrily, staring at your panty-clad pussy with dark eyes. He could smell your sweetness on his nose, the rain pattering on the windows still and the room still dark as sin but he could see his heaven clear as day, hypnotized by the patch of wetness in your panties, molded to the shape of your pussy lips and begging to be ripped apart.

His eyes flickered up to you, feeling your grabby fingers tangled in his hair as your thighs tensed back and forth around his neck.

Your head was barely held up, eyes hooded and sparkling with a form of lustful desperation as you stared down at him. Your chest bobbing up and down heavily and your skin radiant and smooth, the city lights from his window blurredly reflected in the fat of your cheeks. You already looked destroyed, like he had just fucked your brains out yet he really hadn’t done a thing.

“Bruce, come on…” You whined in a delicate plea when he made no movement further, hands barely pulling his hair but it was hard enough for his skin to prickle in pleasure, a hiss leaving his lips, just hard enough to get your message across.

He snickered at that, lips shiny and jaw chiseled, his face so sharp yet soft at the same time. His beauty greatly perplexed you for how could a mere mortal be so fucking handsome? He was though, he was strong and big and riddled with scars and imperfections yet the accumulation of all those little faults are what made him flawless.

Bruce himself felt the throbs of impatience nestled in his stomach, burrowed in his heart, buzzing at his fingertips, as he looked down at your pussy once more just inches from his mouth, both wet and watering for the other.

“Be patient, honey. I just wanna look at ‘cha first. You’re so pretty, dripping wet for me…” He had the audacity to murmur in that cocky voice of his, yet simultaneously genuine and stunned at the observation as his hands rubbed your thighs, being sure to heartily press into the tissue in that way he knew you liked.

You couldn’t help but pull his hair some more, bursting at the seams for some sort of pleasure you feared it would boil over and you’d explode. You felt frustration settle through your veins once more like molten lava, your skin tensing and thighs aching from their tight grip around his neck.

“Bruce, no more teasing, please? Just please…” You moaned and whined like a stubborn girl, voice thick with need and painful yearning that made his cock twitch in his pants. You almost sounded broken, voice fragmented with a certain torment only his mouth and fingers could appease.

He licked his lips, feeling desire swell in his lower tummy at the state of you — already so incapable of any thought but the memory of his cock inside you, the feeling of his fingers drilling into your tight hole as he spat and licked on your sensitive clit. It was all you could think about, all you could picture in your mind as your head laid back on the pillows and you scooted down the bed until your pussy was right in his face.

The blanket had long since been forgotten, bunched around his hips and aiding as a nice cushion for his abdomen hunched over the end of the bed.

Bruce felt himself chuckle huskily at your shameless neediness, his big hands stopping on your plush inner thighs as he settled down between your legs on the soft mattress, getting himself comfortable for you.

You breathed heavily, eyes closed as you laid back on the silken pillow with your face crumbled so cutely. He was such a tease even when he was meant to be sweet, even when he was insistent on being a good husband who doted on his wife whenever he could — you guessed growing up rich gave him that arrogant edge.

Your stomach was knotted so tight, your skin hot and shivering for some sort of touch as your fingers dug themselves into the roots of his damp, brown hair. You needed him so bad, but your pussy needed him worse.

You felt your thighs tickle as Bruce lightly traced the pads of his fingers down, down, down until he was at the crook of your inner thigh, his right hand digging into the flesh of your leg like he himself couldn’t hold back from you anymore.

Bruce didn’t bother voicing any teasing quips or dirty statements, knowing you were so out of it you wouldn’t listen to him anyway. Every fiber of your being was hooked on his touches, hyper aware of the spots his fingers trickled across, eager for some degree of pleasure that would make this painful waiting period worth it.

He swallowed down the salvia pooling in his throat, so hungry for a taste of you, starved almost. His index finger hooked into your panties and delicately pushed them out of the way until they were bunched in the crook of your thigh. His eyes were met with your soaking wet slit in all its glory.

White, creamy arousal stuck to your panties and dripped down your pulsing hole into the crack of your ass, sheer white beads of cum dribbled down your needy hole that would escape his tongue before he even got a proper taste of you yet.

The cool air made you whine behind closed lips, your voice high pitched and desperate now, your fingers tighter in his hair as your hips subtly bucked forward. The beautiful noises you were making made Bruce’s jaw clench.

You were glistening, shiny with arousal and the strings of impenitent want, evidence of your desire and love for him as he found himself inhaling the scent of you once more.

You smelt so good. He found himself groaning at the musky sweetness, his finger still hooked around the crotch of your panties as his other hand tightly gripped your thigh — you moaned softly at the pressure, sure that there would be the faint yellow bruises of his adoring fingerprints pressed into your skin tomorrow. A charming reminder of the evening when they blossomed.

You felt your core clench once more, thighs tensing up as wetness shone in his greedy irises.

Bruce was unable to wait any longer, his mouth salivating and his eyes blown black as he pressed his tongue into your wet hole and licked a bold stripe all the way up to your buzzing clit, the taste of your arousal pooled on his tongue and already dripping down the sharp corners of his mouth.

You couldn’t stop the loud moan from echoing in the room, euphoric sounding as sweet sparks went off all over your skin at the long awaited contact. Your fingers tightly anchored themselves in Bruce’s hair as his tongue went up and down your folds, gathering as much of your wetness in his mouth as he could.

His hands swiftly dug themselves into your hips to hold you down once you started writhing in his hold. His tongue forcefully circled your clit in sharp wet strokes, deep rumbled moans escaping his chest that vibrated the sensitivity of it and only made more wetness gush out of you and soak his chin.

You tasted so good, so fucking good; he wanted nothing more than to be drowned in your essence, choking on everything you gave him until his belly was full and even then he wouldn’t be satisfied, he’d never be satisfied. He was like a monster, chasing every little drop of cum that pebbled out of your clenching hole with a forked tongue, greedy and carnivorous like you were the only nectar he ever wanted to taste again.

His tongue lapped your pussy once more as you gasped, back arched and toes clenched as he thrusted his tongue into you over and over, wet and messily as your juices shimmered on his cheeks and lips.

No, he decided, the beast within him would never be tamed.

You bucked away from his mouth in a pathetic attempt to free yourself from the overwhelming pleasure, but Bruce held you down with his strong arms, staring up at you with furrowed brows of concentration as his lips molded over your puffy clit once more, swollen from need and his relentless licking.

He was nothing if not devoted, devoted to your elegance, to your holy figure and endless love as he lapped at you desperately, his tongue swirling your clit as the fabric of your panties tickled his nose. He couldn’t get enough, pushing deeper and harder until your wetness was messily smeared on his mouth and face, eating more and tasting more until his entire being was smothered with your cum inside and out.

“Bruce, o-oh my god!” You squealed wantonly, one hand now gripping the black sheets between tight fingers as your other hand remained in his hair, following the movements of his head as he went up and down, side to side until not an inch of you wasn’t covered in his salvia.

He breathed hotly against you, his eyes closed as he savored the feel of you in his mouth and trickling down his throat. He couldn’t think of anything else, couldn’t listen to reason as all he could focus on was you and your cum, tasting you, licking you, having you in every sense of the word. No one could tear him away from you, not now, not when he was so close to having you cum in his mouth and reaching his final purpose.

You were so close, you could feel it in your tummy. Your hole clenching around his tongue as he went back and forth from your clit and your soaked hole, wanting to pleasure you but simultaneously wanting to taste you for his own pleasure.

Your toes curled, stomach tightened, hands gripping the sheets as your mouth flew open in sporadic moans and gasps, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your thighs squeezed around Bruce so tight you’d fear he’d never surface from between your legs again.

He wouldn’t have a problem with that.

Bruce picked his head up only high enough to talk, lips dripping and almost incoherent as he mumbled deeply into the wet folds of your pussy like he couldn’t bear to part, “You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, Mrs. Wayne, make me proud, cum in my mouth.” As he voiced this his one hand crept down and slyly inserted themselves into the tight confine of your warmth, his index and middle fingers pushing inside you, so long and so big it made you cry out.

It was wet and warm, your juices slapping against his knuckles as he circled his fingers inside you, pushing on the spot he knew he was supposed to as his mouth eagerly returned to your clit. He looked up at you, eyes dark and heavy as he stared at your tits jiggling with every thrash of your hips, every arch of your back and every gasp out of your pretty, dampened lips.

He groaned into you at the sight, feeling his cock achingly hard in his pants as he sucked your clit into the warmth of his mouth and refused to let go, tongue prodding the area skillfully and harshly. He wasn’t going to stop this time, not until you were creaming around his fingers and leaking down his neck.

The air was so thick and stuffy that you couldn’t help but pant fervently, your body prickled with pleasure and overwhelming sensations that made it hard to focus on anything but his fingers inside you, long and lithe, slipping in and out as the sounds of your wetness clouded your ears and muffled your moans.

Bruce himself was lost in you, tongue and lips a glistening mess as they lapped and circled and sucked every part of your pussy exposed to him, it felt so good it stung — he was groaning into you softly, pleasure building in his tummy and rumbling through his mouth to your already so sensitive clit.

It was then, just a few short moments after his fingers wormed their way inside your tight walls, just a few short moments after he sucked your clit into his mouth did you feel your stomach relax, thighs squeeze around his head so hard he felt himself go dizzy.

“Ahh, O-oh my god, Bruce!” You moaned so blissfully, so sweetly, as your juices squirted onto his chin and his fingers squelched inside you.

Bruce moaned at the feeling, fingers gently sliding out of your clenching hole so his tongue could catch all the cum pouring out. You whimpered at the feeling of his mouth still on you, lapping at your hole like a dehydrated villager kneeling at a prosperous fountain, your skin pasty and so so hot.

He lapped at your pussy a few more times, up and down, ensuring he got his fill for the evening as faint tremors wracked your body in the aftershocks of his giving nature. You were flat on the bed now, belly sore from the tightness it held for so long, legs limp and body spent as you panted gently, heart throbbing in your ears.

You managed to lazily caress his sweaty hair though as Bruce surfaced from between your legs, face glistening and lips sore and pink. He looked manic, hair pulled and tangled and messily scattered on his face yet he seemed to be glowing at the same time, like he had never felt so alive and it made you want to giggle.

He sniffled, looking up at you with an impish grin, the taste of you lingering in his mouth and staining his nose. His hands fondly massaged your shaking thighs, noting your wrecked appearance and tired eyes, your sweaty skin flushed and warm.

He couldn’t help it as he glanced down at the mess he made, your slippery wet folds and the large patch of wetness staining his sheets.

“Mrs. Wayne, pardon my brashness of course,” He said almost sarcastically, breathless and rugged, an amused smile quirked on his lips as he leaned forward and embraced your hand with his, “but you taste utterly divine.”

⋆˚࿔ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ @little-miss-chaoss — I hope it’s okay I tagged you, you said you wanted to be tagged in everything 😭🙌🏻

[tomhollandisabae]

hidden feelings - bale!bruce wayne x reader

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fandom; dceu

summary; after trying so hard to push you away, bruce cannot help but confess his deepest feelings to you

warnings; angst, mature language, fluff

words; 2.5k

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You and Bruce had been friends for many years. To be honest you, Bruce and Rachel had always been inseparable, but you and Bruce had an even more tight connection. So, when his parents were killed, you were the shoulder that he could cry on. You would spend so many hours trying to comfort him and show him that there was so much more out there, show him that he deserved the whole world. 

As the years passed by, however, your feelings for him changed drastically- from being friendly to more romantically. You always admired Bruce; how emotionally strong he was, how smart he was and in general everything about him. So, it is fair to say that when he disappeared you broke down.  

You felt as you had just lost your whole world. You'd always go to the Wayne Manor and ask Alfred if he had somehow come back, yet his reply was always negative. Until one day, when he had finally arisen from the dead. 

It was the happiest day of your life. Nevertheless, you realized that he had changed in so many ways. He had become more muscular, more serious and his whole demeanour was different. 

Sooner or later, you also caught up to the fact that he was hiding something away from you. So you comforted him, but it all ended up in a huge argument. He tried to shut you out of his whole life saying that he had no time for old friends and games now, that he had to focus on his company and other... women.  

That day he had broken you in so many ways. You tried to talk to Rachel, yet she told you that she had somehow cut of contact with Bruce too. Later on, she admitted to you that he was romantically interested towards her. She told you that she felt really bad about it, but you reassured her that she had nothing to feel bad about, after all it wasn’t her fault. 

He had made you depressed. You thought that he had finally broken you completely, until one day when you realised that there was something left of him inside your heart still.  

You were at the Wayne Manor, because apparently you were invited to his birthday party. Turns out Alfred had sent you the invitation. But you really hoped that you had never attended. The image of him with a beautiful woman; tall, slim, brunette, that was a perfect match for him, broke the last pieces of your heart that were left. They were dancing, making people look at them in awe, while you were standing in a corner of the enormous room, trying not to cry and make a fool of yourself. 

Now he had completely broken you. 

You couldn’t stand watching him with another woman for even a second more, so you run away trying to get as far away from him as possible. You didn’t notice that you had led yourself to a room that looked more like an office. A piano was placed at the far end and you walked towards it. You were indeed a very exceptional pianist and Bruce was always making sure to always remind you of that. 

You run your hands on the keys, starting playing his favourite song. You purred your whole heart on that song, tears running down on your cheeks, sobs leaving your soft lips. You took out your frustration on the piano keys, playing random notes, until you heard a thud and the bookshelves in front of you moved. 

You were left in shock, but decided to walk towards them pushing lightly. 

A long dark hallway appeared and you followed wherever it was leading. A few moments later you were in a huge white- modern room.  

You had no idea what this place was and why it was so well hidden. You walked up to a desk in the middle of that room and looked at the screen. There were many symbols that you didn’t understand and you leaned down to take a better look. However, without realising it you had pressed on a button and a big sound was heard from behind you. 

You slowly turn around to see what it was, but what you saw left you speechless. 

Batman's suit. 

Of course you had heard about the Batman. Who hadn’t heard about the Batman in Gotham? 

But why was Batman’s suit in Bruce's manor? Unless... 

Your thoughts were interrupted as the entrance where you came from opened and in came none other than Bruce fucking Wayne. 

Once he saw you, he stopped at his tracks. 

“y/n” he exclaimed your name in shock. 

“What...what is that?” you asked while pointing at the suit. 

“How did you get here?” he walked up to you. 

“By accident, I didn’t really mean to. You know how much I love playing the piano and there was one in y--” he interrupted your rumbling. 

“Are you a spy?” he raised an eyebrow while looking at you with abomination. 

You looked at him with wide eyes. He really had thought that you would ever betray him? 

“Me? A spy? To spy on who, Bruce? You? You really think that after everything we’ve been through, I would have backstabbed you like that?” you complaint. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve probably changed.” he said and you huffed a sarcastic laughter. 

“May I remind you who was the one that wanted to end our friendship?” you raised your eyebrow. 

“So that gives you a reason to spy on me? Who are you working for?” you looked at him in disbelief. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You were the one that pushed me away, I was trying to help you. You've...” you bit on you bottom lip to stop your sobs “you treated me as if I meant nothing to you, as if our whole childhood was just a dream and that fucking broke me.” a tear rolled down on your cheek. 

“You broke me, Bruce. There's nothing left of me anymore.” you said in a whisper. 

“And now... now you have the nerve to accuse me of such thing? After everything? Yes, I should be hating you, loathing you, but I don’t... I never did. Instead, I...” you stopped yourself before saying something that you would regret. 

“Instead, you what?” he walked closer to you. 

“Forget it” you turned your head, so that you wouldn’t be facing him. 

“Tell me” he demanded. 

“Why should I give you the satisfaction?” you looked up at him with sorrow “you don’t deserve to know anything. You don’t deserve to know what I've been going through because of you. You don’t deserve to know how I feel. You deserve nothing.” you saw sadness filling his eyes, but he huffed out a breath and shook that feeling away. 

“What are you doing here y/n? you weren’t invited.” he said afterwards. 

“Are you still blaming me for spying on you?” you exclaimed “but just to let you know, Alfred invited me, he thought that we could’ve a nice reconnection, but he was clearly wrong.” he sighed. 

“y/n, you can’t say anything of what you saw here to anybody.” 

“After everything I told you, you still really think that I would do such thing to you?” you wiped your tears away and he finally lifted his head up so that he could look you in the eye. 

However, the sight of you with puffy red eyes, arose a deep feeling within him that he had to feel for such a long time. His eyes soften and his shoulder fell in realisation of what he had caused. You looked so broken; indeed, he had ruined you. But why? Why would you let it phase you that much? You were the one that was giving him hope every single time and yet now here you were in front of him, completely hopeless. 

He hated himself for that.  

You were the only one, apart from Alfred, that was there for him at his worst. Not even Rachel was. 

And how had he thanked you for that? By destroying you. 

“y/n...” he whispered your name and placed one of his hands on your arm. 

“no...” you tried to back away from him, knowing that any kind of physical contact with him would end you, but he stopped you. 

“What have I done to you?” you saw in his eyes that he was hurt, but why? 

“Please Bruce...” you tried to get out of his grip, but failed. 

“I thought...” he started saying but took a deep breath as he got even closer to you and placed his palms on both your cheeks with a frowned expression. 

“I thought that back then I had made the right decision by letting you go. Trying to protect from all this, but I was so wrong. I was so hurt, trying to hide away my feelings was making things even worse. But what I did to you... I thought you’d be okay, that you’d leave a happy life without me, meet someone, get to know him like you know me, date him, marry him, have children...” you interrupted him. 

“No, no, I could never do that. No, there will be no one for me anymore... not after you” you whispered the last part while looking down, hoping for him not to have heard you, but he did. 

“Why?” he asked and you finally looked up. 

“Because I love you Bruce” a single tear run down on your cheek “I have loved you so much, for so many years. I was waiting so patiently for you to come to me, because I knew that you’d always come back, but once you did... everything had completely changed.” you confessed. 

“What had changed?” he asked you confused. 

“You had changed, Bruce. Not only that, but as I was trying to help you out with whatever was going on, you were pushing me away, until one day when you told, straight face, that you wanted to do nothing with me anymore and that you had other priorities” your voice broke towards the end. 

“Yes, that was true.” you looked at him in disbelief “and would you like to know what my first priority was and still is?” he questioned you and you looked at him. 

“You were, you are and you will be forever my first priority. Till the day I die, I'll be trying to protect you. I'm willing to risk anything for your safety, y/n” he admitted. 

“Why then? Why did you let me go?” you asked in despair. 

“I told you; I thought it was the right thing to do. I wanted to protect from any danger that Batman’s reputation would cause you, but I was so damn wrong. I should have never done that, because as much closer you are to me, so much more I can protect you and...” he paused “and because it hurt so much being away from you.” he bit his bottom lip while trying not to let his tears spill out. 

“Bruce...” you placed one of your hands on his that were still on your cheeks. He looked at you. 

“Why are you with all these women?” you asked. 

“Because I was trying to let go...” he replied. 

“Let go of what?” 

“Of you” he finally said “I wanted so bad to forget everything about you; your beautiful eyes that were shining every time you were happy, your beautiful smile that never ceased to not make my heart speed up, your intoxicating perfume, your way of always finding the right words to say, everything. I even try that with Rachel.” 

“Did you succeed?” 

“Not even close” he slightly smiled. 

“Bruce...” 

“I love you y/n. I love so damn much and I don’t know why it took that long to tell you, but I'm glad I did now. Even though I wished I could tell you first.” he chuckled and you bit your lip. 

“Kiss me” you said while looking at him. 

“y/n...” he tried to say but you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. 

“Prove to me that you really love me.” and that he did. 

Without wasting any more time, he pulled you towards him and his lips finally connected with yours in a very long-awaited kiss. You immediately lost yourself in the kiss. Chills run up your spine, your legs started trembling and your heart was about to burst out of your chest. But so was his. Bruce wrapped his own arms around your waist, biting on your lower lip asking for entrance, while he was backing you up against the desk behind you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he started exploring it as your fingers tangled themselves in between his soft hair.  

His hand went even more south, on the back of your thigh as he hoisted you up on the desk making you spread your legs so that he would get between them. He pressed his whole body against yours, while you were feeling your lips going numb. As you had started running out of air, he disconnected his lips from your and started kissing along your jaw and down on your neck. 

“I love you.” he said between kissed “I love you so much” you threw your head back at the beautiful sensation. 

“Bruce...” you moaned out his name and in a nick of time his lips were back on yours, encaging you in a bruising kiss. 

“Master Wayne...” you suddenly heard a voice and Bruce immediately turned around to see none other than Alfred standing at the entrance completely speechless. 

You immediately pushed Bruce away, feeling embarrassed, while you jumped off the desk. 

“Alfred” Bruce exclaimed. 

“Your guests are requesting for you” he informed him while a mischievous smile made its way on his face. 

“Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.” he said and turned back to you when Alfred left “where were we?” he smirked at you, but you pushed away. 

“We were about to go back to the party because your guests are expecting you.” you smirked at him. 

“Well, I am with one of my guests now, am I not?” he raised an eyebrow while grinning at you. 

“Let me remind you that Alfred was the one that invited me” you told him. 

“it’s my birthday, though...” he pouted. 

“Okay then, birthday boy, if you go out there now, I promise you that you’re in for a long night tonight.” you winked at him. 

“Shit y/n, you can’t do this to me” he groaned as you started making your way out of the bat cave. 

“Watch me” you challenged him as you walked away while swinging your hips from side to side. 

“fuck” you heard him while running up to you. 

“you’ll regret that after the party” he said. 

“we’ll see about that.” 

[luvriablack]

First date

Pov: U met Patrick in a club and u both decided to go on a date together one day to get to know each other better

Warnings ⚠️: age gap, AGE GAP AGAIN, teasing? manipulation, possessiveness, forced, affair

You were in a club with some friends. It's not usual for you to go on clubs or parties, but since your friends were older than u, you decided to go for once. Your friend asked you to get her a beer, so u headed to the barman . As you were walking, you bumped into someone.

Patrick looks over his shoulder to see who he just bumped into, and his expression changes from one of annoyance to one of surprise as he recognizes the beautiful woman standing before him. He can't help but be taken aback by her beauty, despite his usual dismissive and arrogant disposition towards women.

"I'm terribly sorry," Patrick says as he steps back to create some distance between them.

It was a bit awkward, and I smiled gently. "No, it was my fault, I am sorry," I say and look at him. He had a clean gave, and he was tall and muscular. He was handsome, and he caught me staring.

Patrick smiles back at the lovely woman, feeling a strange sense of connection between the two of them. Their eyes lock for a few seconds, and he experiences a feeling he has never felt before. Something about this woman captivates him, and despite his cold demeanor, it seems he is beginning to develop an interest in her.

"Would you mind if I bought you that drink?" Patrick asks, motioning toward the bar. His eyes remain fixed on hers as he waits for an answer, intrigued by what comes next.

I look at him again. " Um... this is for my friend," I explain to him.

Patrick's brow furrows, clearly disappointed that he won't have a chance to buy the woman a drink. But he's not easily deterred –- maybe if he stays near her, he'll find an opportunity to chat more.

"Well... can I buy you a drink?" Patrick asks, his voice oozing with a confidence and charm the likes of which he's never felt before.

I smile gently. " U don't have to waste money, it's okay. Besides, I don't really drink, " I say

Patrick is now even more intrigued. What kind of beautiful woman doesn't like to drink? And more importantly, what does she mean she doesn't want to waste his money? He can't help but be intrigued, and he presses further.

"That's fine, I don't believe I got your name, miss-" he says, his tone full of confidence and charm.

" Y/N...and you are?" I ask, waiting for his answer . *Patrick smiles, pleased with himself for getting her name.*

"Patrick Bateman. Pleased to meet you."

The two stand in front of each other, neither one wanting to move away, their eyes locked on each other. Patrick begins to notice small details in Y/N's appearance, like the way her hair shines in the moonlight or the way her lips curl up at the corners when she smiles.

We got zoned out until someone pushed me towards him by accident, and I almost fell embarrassing myself . Patrick watches as Y/N is suddenly pushed toward him, and he instinctively grabs her arm, stabilizing her and helping her to stay upright. Their eyes meet, and they share a moment of connection, his grip lingering on her arm just a bit longer than strictly necessary.

I move a bit away from him. " Thank u," I whisper and look back at my friends. " I think I need to keep going through," I say at Patrick

The feeling of connection between Patrick and Y/N is palpable, and even though their meeting was short so far, Patrick feels a strange urge to see more of her. As she turns away to go back to her friends, Patrick suddenly speaks up again.*

"Y/N...wait-" he says, reaching out to stop her.

I stop my movements and turn around to see him.

Patrick feels a rush as she turns to face him. His gaze is intense, and he takes a moment to catch his breath before speaking again.

"Y/N...can I have your number?" he asks. "I'd love to see you again."

I smile and think about it" sure yeah" I say happily and give him my number

Patrick's face lights up at her response. Though they've only just met, he has an undeniable feeling that Y/N could be someone special. As he enters her phone number into his phone, he takes a moment to remember some small detail about her, so he'll have something to say when he reaches out.

I smile at him, and then I wave as I go to my friends . He watches as Y/N rejoins her friends and laughs as she engages in conversation with them. Though he's happy he was able to get her number, there's a lingering feeling of disappointment that their meeting had to be interrupted. As he turns to go back to his own friends, Patrick checks his phone to confirm that the number he entered was indeed valid. He sends a quick text to Y/N to ensure that she has his number as well.

I didn't check my phone as I went to my friends but when I got out of the club I saw the message and smiled " Hey Patrick it's Y/N" I text

Patrick sees the message from Y/N and can't resist smiling. The feeling of potential between the two of them is too strong for him to ignore. As he's about to reply, he feels a tap on his shoulder and looks up to see his friends waiting for him.*l

"Come on Patrick! Let's go!" his friend says.

"Just a minute!" Patrick replies, taking a moment away from his friends to see if Y/N will respond.

" Patrick , how old are you?" I text

Patrick is surprised at the directness of Y/N's questions but responds quickly.

"I'm 27, how about you?" he texts back. He feels a surge of excitement as he waits for another response from her.

" oh...I am a bit young" I reply

Patrick's smile fades as he reads her response, suddenly feeling anxious about his age and how it will affect his chances with Y/N . He texts back quickly.

"That's okay, how old are you?" he asks.

" I am 18" I reply a bit anxious

Patrick's stomach sinks as he reads the reply, realizing that their initial attraction to each other will probably not work out. As he's about to respond to Y/N, one of his friends calls out to him again.

"C'mon, we're leaving! Let's go!" his friend calls.

"Ok, ok." Patrick replies, turning back to his friends. The feeling of disappointment is still present, but he tries to push it away and return to the conversation with his friends.

Timeskip

The next morning, when Y/N wakes up and checks her phone, she sees a message from Patrick waiting for her. He must not have realized how young she is, or maybe he's willing to make an exception. Either way, she opens his message with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

"Good morning," Patrick writes, "Did you have a good time last night?"

Y/N's heart jumps to her throat as she reads Patrick's response. While it's not exactly what she hoped for, she feels happy to receive a message from him and quickly texts him back.

" hi, good morning " I text back" yeah it was good, how about u?"

Patrick's face lights up when he sees the message from Y/N. He's relieved to know that she responded and is responding cheerfully. He considers his answer for a moment before sending a text back.

"I had a great time too" he writes, "Sorry we didn't get to talk for very long though. I had to leave kind of abruptly."

" oh its okay, I thought u changed your mind and didn't want to talk," I texted back

Patrick feels a pang of guilt at hearing that she thought he didn't want to talk to her, and he quickly typed back.

"No way, how could I not want to talk to someone as beautiful as you?" he writes. "I hope I wasn't too forward last night, it's just that I really enjoyed being near you."

" great! Wanna go out sometime?" I ask

Patrick's heart races as he reads the message from Y/N. He couldn't have dreamt up a better answer. He quickly texts back, with a few typos from his excitement.

"Of course" he writes, "I'd love to take you out! How about this Saturday?"

He presses send and hopes he gets the response he's looking for.

" yeah sure" I reply "Um where should we visit?"

Patrick is thrilled that the date is set, and he immediately begins trying to come up with a place for their first date. He takes a minute to think, trying to pick a place that will impress her and show off his taste and style.*

"Well, let's see..." he replies. "I know this great Italian restaurant downtown. I can make reservations there for Saturday night."

" Yeah, great, what will u wear?" I ask a bit hesitant

Patrick smiles at her, asking what he should wear, and he texts back with confidence, remembering that first impressions are important.

"I'll be wearing a nice suit, and I don't think you can go wrong with a dress or something similar." He adds a wink emoji as a playful reminder to her that it's a date. "I'll pick you up at 7pm sharp. Don't keep me waiting."

" Do u know where I live?" I ask

Patrick's confident demeanor fades slightly for a moment as he tries to come up with an answer. He texts back, his tone shifting to be a bit more casual.*

"Not yet, but I know you're not too far from me. We could take a taxi to the restaurant if you're ok with it?"

" Okay, so we will meet at the local park of the town and then take a taxi,"i text

Patrick feels slightly annoyed at having to meet at the local park but quickly shifts his focus back on the task at hand. He's going to see a beautiful woman that evening, and it couldn't be more exciting. As he texts back, his tone is once again confident and charming.*

"That sounds perfect. I'll be waiting for you at the park at 6:45pm. Until then, I'll think about how you look in that dress of yours."

He hits send and then quickly adds two more messages.

"Sorry, that was cheesy!" he texts. "I'm excited to see you"

" It's okay, I will see you on Saturday then! Byee :)" I sent a happy emoji

Patrick is pleased with the way the conversation went, and his anticipation of the date is sky-high. As he texts back, his tone changes from charming to flirty.

"Looking forward to it ;)" he writes, adding a wink emoji. "Until then, try to find a dress that will catch your attention as much as I'll be catching yours."

Timeskip

to the local park

Patrick is dressed to the nines for the date. He's wearing a sleek, well-fitted navy suit with a crisp white shirt and shiny leather dress shoes. He's also got his usual product in his hair, and he looks stunning. When he approaches the local park, he sees Ria waiting for him near the entrance. He takes a moment to take in her appearance, which fills him with a mixture of admiration and lust. As he walks up to her, he flashes a confident smile to greet her.

I finally spot him and smile. I was wearing a skirt and a cute top." Hi" I say shy as I approach him

Patrick is stunned when he sees Y/N approach. She looks stunning, in the light pink dress. Her hair is curled just right, and her makeup is minimal but still highlights her natural beauty. His gaze follows her as she walks towards him, and he's finding it difficult to form a coherent thought with all the blood going to a certain other area of his body. Once she's in front of him, he snaps out of it and speaks softly with a smile.*

"You look gorgeous," he murmurs as he looks her up and down. "Shall we take that taxi?"

I smile and nod" Yeah sure..." I say

Patrick smiles back, still a bit distracted by how pretty Y/N is. But when he catches her looking at him, he shakes his head to regain his composure. He offers to take her arm and lead her to the taxi stand, which she accepts. They reach the stand, and Patrick takes out his wallet to pay for the taxi.

Patrick gives the taxi driver the address of the restaurant and he starts driving.

At first, we were silent but then my phone buzzes. It was my mum" Hey mum" I say nervous "Yeah yeah I am with Sabrina don't worry" I lie to her" Okay bye" I say and close my phone.

Patrick watches as she takes the call and then lies to her mom. He feels slightly worried about the situation, but he also understands that she's young and maybe a little nervous about the date. He doesn't say anything to her, just smiles and pats her arm to let her know that he's there for her.

"Is everything ok with your mom?" he asks. "You don't have to lie if it'll put you in trouble."

As soon as Patrick's says that, he immediately regrets it. He knows that a comment about a girl's parents can be a dangerous thing.

I sigh" My mum would kill me If she finds out I am with you" I explain to him

Patrick nods slowly, absorbing this information. He was only trying to be thoughtful but now feels like he's gotten himself into a complicated situation. He's trying to think of a way to address this without coming off as a creep, but it's not easy. He starts to get anxious.*

"I promise I won't do anything to get you in trouble," he says. "If anything, I'll make sure you make it back home safe."

His tone turns a bit more flirtatious, but he immediately regrets it

"Maybe I could keep you safe all night too..."

I giggle a bit" Thank u , u seem nice" I say

Patrick can't help but let out little a laugh at his attempt at flirtation. He quickly recovers, though, and nods softly.

"I guess all we can do at this point is just go out and enjoy the night," he says. "Who knows, we might even be good friends by the end of it."

He gives her a reassuring smile as the taxi pulls up to the restaurant.

"Here we are," he says, getting out of the taxi. "Ready for our first date?"

"Shall I treat you like a princess and open the door for you?" he asks with a little laugh. "It may not be the height of romance, but I always like to pull the door for a lady."

He gestures toward the restaurant, his tone playful.

"Let's go inside. I'm sure our table is waiting for us."

I blush and we get inside the restaurant "Wow, this is such a luxurious restaurant " I say impressed as I look around and I hold Patrick's hand

Patrick smiles as she holds his hand. He looks down at her and thinks that she's even more beautiful up close. Her small and delicate fingers fit perfectly into his much larger and rougher hands, and he's tempted to just pick her up and carry her up the stairs.

"I know, right?" he says as he looks at the restaurant. "This might be one of the nicest restaurants in all of Manhattan. I hope you enjoy it."

Patrick is trying to not be so distracted by her presence, and he hopes that he can stay focused on the evening ahead.

We go and sit at our table . Patrick pulls out her chair and helps her sit down, then takes his seat across from her. He smiles at her, impressed by her beauty. He can't help but check her out with subtle glances throughout the meal, especially at the collar of her dress with the slight glimpse of her pale, slender skin. He tries his best to remain calm and respectful, but he can feel his desire for her beginning slowly begin to grow as he looks at her.

Patrick then sits in his chair and we look at the menu. Then i look back at Patrick " what will u take?" I ask

Patrick glances again at her pale, delicate neck and he's finding it difficult to stay focused on anything else besides her.*

"I think I'll go for the fettucine al burro," he says. "And maybe a few glasses of white wine to wash it down. And you?"

He quickly looks back to the menu before he accidentally says something that might be inappropriate.

I look at the menu" can I take the same as you?" I ask him

Patrick nods excitedly and closes the menu.

"Perfect! That's a great idea. Are you sure you're up for a few glasses of wine as well?"

He looks back at her with a smile and his eyes move towards her neck again. He forces himself to look back up at her face.

" um...no no....I will probably drink water" I say shyly

Patrick takes a breath and tries to control himself. He understands the situation, but it's incredibly difficult for him to hide his true feelings.

"Ok, sounds good," he says, trying to make it sound like he doesn't feel disappointed.

He smiles again, hoping that she can't see through him. "What are you studying?"

" I am studying (job/dream job)" I say and then I add" what about you?"

Patrick nods.

"I'm working on Wall Street as an investment banker," he explains. "It's a really demanding line of work, and it takes up a lot of my time. But it pays well, so I'm not complaining."

He smiles at her, feeling a little proud of himself.

I smile and then my mum calls me again" Mum I am with Sabrina yes" I say and then I pause" No mum I don't know when I will come home" I tell her" Yes Sabrina is next to me bye!" I say and hung up

Patrick tries his best not to laugh, sensing the awkward situation she's in. He's not trying to get her into trouble, but there is a tempting part of him that wishes he COULD keep her out late tonight.

"Is everything ok with your mom?" he asks. "She sounds very concerned about you."

*He can't help himself from touching her small and delicate fingers when he says this.*

"Your mom must love you a whole lot," he says. "And with a daughter as pretty as you, I can't blame her."

" No, it's not that. She is really strict. She doesn't like when I am around boys, especially older ones" I say and hold his fingers

Patrick's heart drops slightly when she says that. A part of him knows he should take her home, but another part of him is filled with the desire to keep her with him.

"We could just...not tell her...it's easy!" he says playfully, his fingers interlocked with hers. "I'm sure she doesn't have to know everything going on in your life..."

Patrck immediately regrets what he says and hopes that it doesn't seem too manipulative. He knows that she could get in trouble for spending too much time with him.

We order and after some time our dishes come in our table.

"Are you sure you don't want any wine?" he asks. "Just a glass. Come on, just one little sip..."

He looks into her eyes with a playful demeanor, trying to convince her to go against her better judgment.

I shake my head no" I 've never drank wine"

Patrick can't help but tease her slightly.

"Come on, please? We're celebrating our first date" he says playfully. "I insist that you have just a little sip of a glass of wine. It'll be fun, trust me. I'll take care of you."

Patrck is aware that he might be pressuring her a bit too much, but there's a part of him that doesn't care about her concerns at this point. He's filled with the desire to keep her with him as much as possible, no matter the cost.

I sigh and take his glasses " just one sip" I say

*Patrick is happy that he managed to convince her to have just one sip of wine. He orders the wine and fills her glass with a small amount. They both raise their glasses together.*

"Cheers!" *Patrick says, taking a sip.

Patrick watches her take a sip and his eyes slowly move down to her chest again. He begins imagining how her small and delicate white fingers would fit perfectly against him when he undresses her later tonight.

I take a dip and then I noticed that he I'd zoned out" is everything okay Patrick?"

Patrick snaps back from his small daydream and looks back up at her.

"Yes!" he says. "Everything is fine."

Patrick smiles nervously and watches the wine enter her mouth. He stares at her lips and can't help but feel his desire growing. The wine is giving him a bit of courage, so he makes his move.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asks.

I nod" mmh yeah" I say

"Would it be too forward to ask you if you could come home with me tonight?"

Patrick looks at her and smiles, his tone slightly flirtatious. He doesn't wait for her answer and immediately moves closer to her, his body almost touching hers now.

"It's just that you're really beautiful and it's our first date...I thought maybe we can keep it going back at my place?"

He's fully hoping that she will accept, despite her earlier reluctance.

I look down " I am not sure, my mum expects me home and...I feel more safe with other people around us" I say the truth and how I feel

Patrick feels slightly disappointed at her response, but he makes an effort to not show her it

"I completely understand," he says, his tone gentle and sympathetic. "I apologize for pushing too hard. I got a little carried away."

Patrick notices that she's looking down and feeling a bit nervous. He knows that she feels conflicted and he wants her to feel comfortable and safe in his company.

"Maybe some other time, then?" he says.

He tries to give her a reassuring smile as he leans slightly away from her.

"How about some more wine?" he asks after taking another sip. "Or maybe some dessert?"

He continues to look at her as he asks the questions, his face completely focused on her. He's not so subtly staring at her lips and small neck, his mind filled with the image of her naked body and his own desire to possess her.

I smile" whatever you want" I say

Patrick can see her smiling and can't help but feel a bit of pride. His flirtation has paid off, and now he has her agreeing with everything he says.

"Let's order some dessert, then" he says playfully. "You can pick, I trust you have good taste."

He chuckles a bit at his attempt at another light-hearted joke and leans forward once more in his seat.

"We have to celebrate tonight, after all," he says. "It's our first date and hopefully not our last."

Timeskip

Patrick feels a sense of victory after getting her to agree to come home with him. He was hoping he could convince her and now he's going to have her all to himself. The taxi ride to his apartment is relatively quiet, Patrick thinking about what he hopes to do to her once he gets her inside. He can feel her body pressed up against his own and notices her soft and delicate hands resting on his leg. He wonders if she'd let him kiss her or go even further than that...

(Part 2?)

[mlmxreader]

Under The Radar | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: hey there! can i request bruce wayne + "shut up, i just need a cuddle" from the new prompts list?? ty 🙏

summary: Bruce is especially fond of sneaking in to see you, but sometimes, the thing he wants most is little more than to take a nap on the sofa with a film on in the background.

tws: swearing, mentions of bruising

Bruce was happy to keep things under the radar, keeping you hidden from the newspapers and the magazines and their scavenging photographers, very rarely talking about you in interviews unless if you had said he could; dating Batman was one thing, and quite easy to deal with, as under the cover of darkness it was easy to find privacy and to protect it, but dating the billionaire was another thing. People wanted to know who you were, what you did, they wanted to know about your family, they wanted to know about if you were only with Bruce for his money. People wouldn't back off. Neither you or Bruce were particularly comfortable with putting your personal life in the spotlight; the most Bruce ever told them was that he was still very much in love with you, and he was very much content and happy with you.

Keeping things under the radar was probably the best decision you had ever made when it came to your relationship; he was more than happy to sneak into your flat when he had a couple of hours spare, taking the back way and knocking on the window until you let him in. Letting him crash on the sofa while you went about with your business; he would kick his feet up and would watch a film while you did laundry or cooked or cleaned or showered; you liked it like that, being able to just exist around one another and not having to do everything together. Sometimes, though, you would end up cuddled into his side as you looked through your phone, occasionally looking up at the television screen; a few times you could have sworn that the actor in the films looked just like him, but he always denied it.

Two lives were enough.

Today wasn't any different, although Bruce was a little slower than usual thanks to a nasty bruise on his side and another on his back, but he managed to get in, and he managed to collapse on your sofa and kick his feet up; he went through what films were available, and settled on one that he knew would catch your attention, as he knew that it was one that you liked. American Psycho. He was right, as within a couple of minutes, you were stood behind the sofa with your hands on the cushions either side of his head, a quiet laugh coming from you.

"Y'know, you look an awful like him," you told him. "Like, you could be twins."

Bruce grumbled, shaking his head. "Shut up, I just need a cuddle. Come here."

You made your way around, crashing into his good side and putting your head on his chest, laying one leg over his hips as you grumbled with content. "You really don't see the resemblance?"

"Shut up," he sighed, moving so that you were beneath him, he was quick to lay his head on your chest, a soft hum leaving him when you started to play with his hair. He couldn't help it as he smiled. "Thank you..."

You tilted your head to the side, gently raking through his soft brown strands as you looked at the screen, daring to laugh. "Oh, come on! He even wears the same fucking suits! Bruce, are you sure you're not living a third life as an actor?"

"Very," he chuckled. "Two is more than enough, especially when one means I get hounded by press as it is..."

"Yeah, if you say so," you teased, letting one leg dangle over the edge as you shifted around to get comfortable. "You wanna take a nap?"

"I would love to take a nap," Bruce admitted.

"Yeah, I thought so," you mused. "If you nap, though, you can cook tea."

"I can do that..."

He snuggled into you a little more, his eyes starting to drift shut as he clung onto you, his breathing getting softer and his eyes closing; he liked days like this, where you were perfectly content and happy to take unscheduled naps with him on the sofa without questioning it. He smiled, daring to push your shirt up a little so that he could feel your stomach against his fingertips, able to feel the gentle rising and falling and the warmth of your touch; he grumbled, letting out a quiet yawn as he started to drift off.

"G'night, Bruce," you whispered, your eyes getting heavy as you tried not to succumb to sleep yourself, a smile on your lips and your fingers ceasing to play with his hair, letting your hand simply lay there amongst the soft strands as you hummed.

"G'night, (y/n)."

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[castiel]

i’m so over marvel as a whole but damnnn taika. love and thunder was SO GOOD

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[madlittlecriminal]

Christian Bale's Batman? Oh yes please

Can I request Bruce falling in love hcs?

Maybe he falls in love with reader as Batman but really shoots his shot as Bruce?

Falling in Love › Bruce Wayne × GN!Reader

here you go! this is actually both funny & cute, i love it.

Warnings: mention of Bruce’s parents, mentions of Bruce being a play boy, mention of homeless kids for a charity gala

It was late, so there was no surprise he had to go out as Batman to patrol the city of Gotham

When he saw you, he was happy

He’s ran into a few times after he almost knocked you over after chasing a thief.

Since then, he’s decided to make casual conversation with you whenever he saw you & he fell in love

However, he knew trying to pursue you as Batman was dangerous so he went for the next big thing: Bruce Wayne

You went to a charity gala that was raising money for homeless kids and he couldn’t help but smile.

You knew he was looking at you, but didn’t care since he was a known playboy.

However, when he went up to you, it was small talk that later turned into a deep conversation

He knew you were closed off, but he couldn’t help but continue to try to get to know you before asking you out on a date

He gave you his number and told you to text him or call him

So you did just that after you got home from the gala; you sent him a quick ‘good night’ text before heading off to bed

He sat in his Batcave with a small smile on his face

Time went on and he couldn’t deny that he was now madly in love with you

So after an hour long phone call, he decided now it was time to ask you out

You decided not to call it a date because you were slowly falling for him and didn’t want it to backfire in case he just wanted you between the sheets

However, when he took you to your favorite fast food place, you raised an eyebrow and he grinned.

He told you he didn’t care if you got his car dirty with your meal unless you ate

After that, you let yourself fall and decided to take Bruce up on his offer to be his partner and sealed it with a kiss

A few night after, you went on a walk and met up with Batman and told him that you were in a relationship and hoped he wouldn’t hurt you

When he asked why, you told him the truth

He told you the dude would be an idiot if he did hurt you

What you didn’t know what Bruce made a mental note to reassure you he wouldn’t hurt you

He also made sure to say he loved you so early on into the relationship

Either way, the love in his eyes was there and after you made it home, his phone chimed with a message from you

‘Hey Bruce, I made it home safe! Hope you’re not working too late, babe. Good night ❤️’

He smiled, happy that you willingly decided to let him know you got home

‘Good night, love. I’m glad you got home safely. See you tomorrow for lunch ❤️’

You let yourself smile at the message before letting yourself be overcome with sleep

When he got back to the cave, Alfred waited with a glass of water, but Bruce didn’t notice him.

Once he took off his gloves and cowl, he let himself fall into his chair like a lovesick puppy.

Alfred couldn’t help but grin before deciding to leave him be and left the water on the kitchen table

He knew you’d keep Bruce on track, but he also knew that Bruce was never planning on letting you go

~~~~~

requests are open! feel free to send any requests from one shots to headcanons :)

[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.” 

[prettyyoungandbored]

I know your requests are closed but for when you have them open up can you please write a part two to this? I loved it and only just found it!

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyyoungandbored/693080581256462336/can-you-please-write-some-more-christian

Here’s to you, to everyone who gave the one shot some love, and to the movie’s 15th anniversary.

Pregnant [Bale!Bruce Wayne]: Part 2

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Takes place after the events of “The Dark Knight” so major spoilers.

Sequel to this story

NOT MY GIF

ONE YEAR LATER

Y/N opened her eyes, welcomed by the soft touch of moonlight peering through the bedroom window.

She glanced over her shoulder to find Bruce’s side of the bed empty and still untouched, indicating he had yet to come to bed.

She wasn’t surprised nor concerned, having spent years dealing with his Batman patrol. Even after Bruce gave up being the masked crusader and the two settled into Wayne Manor, there were some nights he spent wide awake.

Realizing she wouldn’t get some sleep for a bite, she threw off the covers and padded quietly down the hall into her baby’s nursery.

Damian Wayne was born in August and quickly became the apple of his parent’s eyes. He was the perfect blend of Bruce and Y/N and the happiest baby in the world.

The glow of the nightlight from inside the nursery peered into the hallway, indicating the door was open and that Bruce was more than likely in there. Sure enough, that’s where she found him. He sat in the rocking chair, cradling their sleeping baby boy in his arms.

“Look at my favorite guys,” Y/N cooed quietly. “Was he crying earlier?”

Bruce nodded, giving her a small smile. “I was up anyway. Figured I’d let you rest.”

She took a seat on the foot stool facing the chair, admiring the view in front of her. “I love seeing you with him. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”

“I could say the same about you,” Bruce remarked. “I love watching you walk around the manor holding him.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his. Even after all this time, his gaze made her melt into a puddle.

“Remember when I told you I was pregnant?” she brought up. “How terrified I was?”

Bruce’s chuckled. “It was the greatest thing you’d ever said to me. Besides, of course, ‘I do.’”

The memory played out in her head. “I spent the whole night fighting the urge to put my hand on my stomach. I didn’t want anyone to know.” She paused. “By the time I was about to tell Rachel, you threw me into a closet.”

He let out a small laugh. “I threw you into a closet to save your life.”

“Yes you did. Saved both of our lives.”

Bruce’s smile faded softly as he shifted their focus to their son.

Y/N avoided bringing up his Batman days, knowing that the end of it nearly killed him. It took him a long time to come back from it, and even then he still wasn’t fully back.

“You…” her voice trailed off

His eyes met hers. “What?”

“You’re still my hero. Despite everything, you are and always will be. Bruce Wayne was my hero before I knew about Batman.” She paused. “And as far as Damian is concerned, you’ll always be his.”

The soft gaze on his face nearly broke her. It was as if he’d waited a lifetime for someone to say that to him. His attention shifted to Damian.

“When you told me you were pregnant, I knew right then and there it all had to end,” he said. “My father spent more time fighting for the city and while he was present for me and my mother, it still was his biggest concern. I wasn’t gonna let that happen. Not with what happened to them.”

His eyes met hers. “I will always regret the way it ended. Always. It will haunt me for as long as I live. But walking away will never be something I regret. If it keeps my family safe, that’s all that matters.”

Y/N pulled back her lips, fighting the tears that pooled in her eyes. She knew he didn’t want to end it the way he did. Not when it cost two lives.

“Has it really been a year?” Y/N spoke up, a slight tremble in her voice.

Rachel’s death plagued the couple enough that by the time the one year anniversary had come, they were all cried out. Still, it hung over them throughout the day. The couple made a silent agreement to avoid acknowledging it.

That was until now.

“It has,” Bruce answered. “Still feels like yesterday.”

Y/N exhaled. “I think about her every single day.”

He reached his hand over, giving hers a squeeze as if to say he did too. He still couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he found other ways to express it that Y/N understood.

“Thank you,” he said. “Without you, I don’t think I would’ve survived.”

She squeezed his hand. “I wouldn’t have survived without you either.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”