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head in the stars, only night wanderers can read you | edward cullen x male!reader

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a/n — if i say this is crackfic will y'all like it-

summary — Edward hears some desperate thoughts about himself and decides to give into his nature.

warnings — 18+! smut, spit kink, blood kink, biting kink, dead dove don't eat

words — 2.6k

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God, all I wanted him to do was make me his slut. His whore. His anything, so long as I became his.

Funny. The human mind created something out of nothing, astonishing to Edward as he heard them come to life with a capriciousness. Words were processed and controlled, even halfway through a sentence. Thoughts were left unaltered. He could almost hear the synapses setting themselves on fire, catching this person in a fiery embarrassment when a second thought erupted.

Fuck, I shouldn't be thinking that. Isn't he, like, a super-senior?

The voice echoed in his head, and Edward let out a low chuckle at the slip of profanity. Normally, he wouldn't have caught wind of this, as Edward had years of experience choosing what to tune out and acknowledge as nothing but someone else's business. If he so pleased, he could listen to them, but it was like standing in a stadium full of people: it was a choice to either single someone out or let it all mesh together. But the thought was so direct—so passionate—that he had no choice but to be subjected to the unspoken words.

He presented himself calmly, standing perfectly upright. There was a small quirk of his lips moving upward as he spoke, "Don't worry, it's mutual."

"What?" You asked, yet even to stand from the routine call of the bell. Edward surmised that your question was simply a way of playing dumb, as your voice unspokenly echoed something different. Stay calm, he doesn't know, does he?

"What?" You asked, yet even to stand from the routine call of the bell. Edward surmised that your question was simply a way of playing dumb, as your voice unspokenly echoed something different. Stay calm, he doesn't know, does he?

Everyone passed in droves around the two of you, paying no mind to the conversation taking place.

"I think I feel the same way," he admitted.

Really, me?

"Really? How did you know?"

He's so perfect, even here. Even now. I must have a fever—there's no way this is real.

"I figured it out a few moments ago," he bluffed, "you stare at me like you're in a trance."

Fuck. Edward didn't break eye contact with you, making the crinkle under his eyes from smiling easily visible to you. He couldn't believe he made you feel like this.

"You think you feel the same way?" This must be a joke.

"I'm just not sure," Edward paused for only a moment to search for the best way to describe his point, "if us doing anything together is a good idea."

Is he closeted?

You stood, finally getting to his level, "I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."

You started slipping a backpack strap over your should, ready to start walking with the remaining crowd of people in the cafeteria to your next class. Unfortunately, you didn't share the class with Edward, so he would have to wait to continue this until later.

"Oh, by all odds, I would never have an issue with that. I'm referring to the fact that I might like things that you wouldn't be too keen on trying." People were freaks back then; historical recorders simply chose to omit those details. Edward was more than happy to try something taboo. "So, that's definitely not an issue."

You planned to say something else—what exactly that was, you weren't sure. Did he have a cell phone? Would he feel comfortable giving you his e-mail? What was he even trying to get with this conversation? You formulated a whole list of questions, unsure of where to start, but by the time you thought of the first one to ask, he was gone. He must have vanished into the crowd, you assumed.

Taking the long way to the class, dreading physics as it was arguably the worst subject you performed in, something came at you with a force and speed that was impossible. Well, you might have been wrong about that, but the pace at which your surroundings changed wasn't normal. That you knew. What you couldn't have known was who—or what—drug you to the bathroom faster than the speed of sound.

What the fuck was that?

Edward heard the panic in your thoughts, your blood rushing faster as the adrenaline kicked itself up, and attempted to sound reassuring, "It's just me."

"Jesus, you could have asked to meet up," you protested.

He held you close, ushering your back into the porcelain sink. The smell of your blood paled in comparison to some of the others he caught wind of, but he couldn't deny that it smelled delectable, regardless.

His words were soft, "Do you want this? I need to know before anything else."

You held a hand to his stone-like chest, staring into his dark eyes, "Yes, it's all I need."

Silently and hastily, without a single breath taken, he kissed you. He feared physical touch, running from it for decades, but in the end, it would never matter. His urges told him to kill you now, but time would kill you later. In the meager minutes away from you, he deliberated between two ideas: an intensely idiotic and risky move with a great payoff or a life of not knowing. Sometimes, hearing the things coming from other people's heads made it go to his own, and he caved. He took the risk, and let himself exist outside of hiding. He would have preferred to hold it forever, but you would have to resurface for air at some point so he pulled away.

"I do need something from you first. . ." He dragged, fearing to finish the sentence. How would you react? There was time to think about it later, near the time when he would ask for forgiveness. Maybe that would be in one hundred years or tomorrow, depending on how this moment went. And, in one swift dive, sharp teeth and cold lips met the warm skin of your neck.

He could feel you tense at the action, easing into it until you realized that he had bitten down until blood was drawn from two holes in the side of your carotid. Your mind held no words, but Edward felt something ruminating on the outer edges of your thoughts—a creeping feeling of actually enjoying it. You thought about shoving him away and running out of the bathroom, but he could catch up to you. He could kill you with nothing but his bare hands if he wanted; his speed was enough to prove it. There was a strange sensation of your blood flowing elsewhere beside your neck. You placed a hand on the cool sink behind you for support, helping him feast on you.

The thin layer punctured, blood spewed from the aorta and, with nowhere else to go, pooled in Edward's mouth. He swallowed the stream, taking strong gulps at first until he weaned himself down to small sips. He pulled away with an ichoric kiss comprised of saliva and blood to the wound, inking the area with red as if it were a craven lip stain.

"You taste perfect," he mumbled. As always, he wanted to drain you of everything you had. Your blood tasted complex, and he wanted to keep it as a thing to be served over every meal—preferably all while your heart still pumped.

A stream of red coursed out of your neck after the initial, along with a benign sting from his piercing. The lack of which acted as an etherizing pain-killer. The pain was there but only reminded you that you simply had to exist so as to be below Edward.

Skin tickling with warmth, he had never felt more dead in his life. He seemed to be reminiscing of a time long ago, eyes golden and lost.

After a moment, his eyes fell on you, and he started to feel unsettled as he set into his more human qualities. His compassion returned, tearing off his shirt and balling it up. His cold fingers brushed your neck as he placed the cloth on your cuts. "Here—for the blood."

Edward was impossibly near you, the sweet scent of lilac and honey wafting toward you now that he was shirtless. You only saw them for a moment, but his impeccable white teeth were a violent red as if he pulled a tooth out with no pain, only letting the blood pool and spill out. His chin, messy and incarnadine with your blood.

"What was all that for?" Your voice was weak and pitiful. You didn't think of anything that would suggest you were mad, solely curious.

In response, he undid the buckle of his belt and everything about his jeans. The sounds created a symphony of anticipation inside you, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing him. He didn't fully remove them, not wanting to tear his hand away from your source of bleeding, so he awkwardly shuffled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Out sprung his cock, thick and reaching. It was the real monster here, searching for something to pierce.

You needed something else to think about for a moment, to combobulate yourself from that fact. "Does it—do I taste good?"

His thumb grazed from your jaw to your lips. "Open."

You listened, and he pursed his lips, tilting your head back with the hold on your chin and on your neck. A wad of saliva slipped past—red and glistening in the harsh lighting overhead. It landed directly in your mouth, and it tasted awful—bitter and metallic plaguing your taste buds. His saliva was worse than medical styptic. You jerked from Edward's touch and turned to the sink, ready to spit it out and rinse the horrid taste out of your mouth until Edward stopped you.

"Swallow."

Knowing what he could do, you listened to him again. His perceptive hearing picked up on your obedience as the softest swallow fell on his ears. You turned back to face him only to see a smirk on his face, "Good boy."

His hearing picked up on something else, too: the sound of where your blood gushed and circulated. Every place it reached, he knew of and was happy to know the steely rush to your crotch at his acts.

“Let’s see how good you listen,” he teased, baring his fangs in a confident simper to show the capability of his power. His hands fell on your bottoms, undoing them but going only that far. "You can touch yourself, but I want to see how long you can resist the temptation."

"Okay," you agreed, painfully disrespecting yourself by refusing the opportunity. A God stood before you, lean and chiseled, someone who exceeded more than words could describe. Even your thoughts couldn't capture it all, how perfect he looked—even bloody—and how his smooth voice cooed in your ear.

Edward, his cock still hanging out with impatience, lifted it with one hand while the other cautiously peeled the stained cloth from your skin and tossed it into the bowl of the sink behind you. The blood clotted and the stream stopped. His voice echoed a soft, "Turn around."

His hand dug between your skin and the fabric of your clothes, pushing down your bottoms. Cold fingertips circled your entrance, toying with the nerves by lightly tracing the ring of it over and over again. Edward promised himself that he would take you home and take things slower the next time. For now, he settled on using some of his spit on his dick, lathering himself in a mix of gushy blood and welled-up salivation.

His entrance was quick, just like his many other acts, but it did not go unnoticed. His size was invading, reaching and stretching into places it didn't belong. From his view, your hold looked filled by his wide girth, and he only hoped that he was long enough for it to feel good on your end.

His soft, golden eyes reflected in the mirror. He tried to gauge a reaction from you, his senses so high that he had trouble discerning your thoughts for a moment. After a few hip swings, lowering himself from the sensation of feeling slick warmth heating a fraction of him up, he could finally hear the thoughts swirling in your head.

Fuck, he feels so good! So painful. . .

He leaned into you, his gaunt chest pressing into you. He turned his head to your ear and uttered, "I want to hear it—out loud. You know what I mean."

You lulled your head back into him as he caused your whole body to shake with each thrust, "I need more of you, Edward. Fuck, I need it all."

His neck craned down, and his head followed, catching a whiff of the dried blood on your neck and placing a kiss on it, "Of course."

Deeper he went, slamming his hips further into you with a heightened desire. His full weight rested on you as a result but swiftly repositioned his hands onto the sink, covering yours. The smack of dead skin to flourishing skin echoed in the small enclosure. Edward was stiff, slipping up that he had to feign some sort of human reaction for a moment. He stopped forcing himself to breathe or blink, focused only on making your heart quicken and hearing that sweet red nectar rush through you like a high tide.

"Degrade me," you spat out. "Call me every name you got."

"You're a harlot—a whore, my slut," he growled. He sounded genuine. "Everything under the bright moon is mine, including you."

That did it for both of you. Edward kept his hips firmly pressed against your ass, the pressure causing the porcelain sink to start cracking under your hands. His cock flooded your insides with sticky white come, and you felt the crotch of your pants dampen as a mound of pressure released itself.

"Technically, you listened, but I was hoping to leave school early and head to my house."

"We can still go, if you want?" You offered while picking up the bloodied shirt from the sink and rinsing out the stains if left on the sides of the bowl.

"I think we have a project to work on—it might take a few days," he slyly suggested.

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Mafia!Bruce Wayne x male!reader

Summary: Bruce Wayne, the main mafia boss in the Gotham city, is happy with his husband (Y/N). That is, until his husband is taken and Bruce nearly loses it.

Warnings: Violence, guns, descriptions of torture, Bruce being a good husband, kidnapping,

" Bruce! Five more minutes, please... " (Y/N) pleaded with his husband. It was early in the morning, a Friday none the less.

" I can't hun, I am already late. You are going to be late too. " Bruce said tying his tie.

" I won't, please Bruce. " (Y/N) said in a singsong tone and with a sweetest smile he could muster up.

Bruce chuckled at the attempts of his husband to keep him in bed longer. He sat on the edge of the bed and brought (Y/N) closer. He leaned down and gave (Y/N) a soft kiss on the lips.

" I have nothing in the evening, so we can spend evening doing what you want. How does that sound? " Bruce said, nuzzling his cheek against (Y/N)'s.

" You know me too well B. " (Y/N) said nuzzling his face into Bruce's neck and taking a sniff of his cologne.

" This cologne? "

" What? "

" It stinks. "

Bruce gently laid (Y/N) down and tucked him again.

" I will call you later so you can get ready for work hun. "

" Thanks Bruce. "

Bruce gave his husband on last kiss on the lips and left their bedroom with a smile on his face. His husband really has him wrapped around his finger and he wasn't even aware of it. Bruce chuckled to himself and shook his head.

His husband has the biggest mafia boss in Gotham city wrapped around his little finger and he is not even aware of that power. Unfortunately, some people also realized that power, the people who shouldn't be aware of it. Bruce is proud husband and he is not afraid to show it or to say it, but there were some concerns Bruce had.

There is apparently a new mafia boss on the horizon. Bruce wasn't worried that much because he made it clear that his husband is off limits and not to mention that his husband has a 2 bodyguards that watch from afar. (Y/N) had said he didn't want bodyguards, but Bruce had to put his foot down when it came to his protection.

(Y/N) had agreed to have bodyguards, but from afar. He didn't really like the fact that people were so close to him. So him and Bruce reached a compromise. Two bodyguards would be watching from a distance.

Now, Bruce was being driven to the meeting by his head bodyguard. He really didn't want to meet with him, he was supposed to have a day off and take his husband out for dinner after work, but this new mafia boss wanted to meet with Bruce Wayne, because Bruce controls this city and if anybody new wanted to come here and do business, they would have to come to Bruce Wayne first.

" Mister Wayne, if you could only hear me out- "

" I have heard you, mister King, I have, but I won't change the prices. All the prices are the same for everyone who wish to do business here. I can't give you a discount and besides, the product is not that good. "

Mister King sighed and took a sip of his drinks. He has heard about the brutality of Bruce Wayne, he wasn't dumb and he wasn't going to piss the Prince of Gotham off. Or so he thought until he remembered that Bruce Wayne has a husband, (Y/N) if he recalls the name correctly.

Bruce looked at his watch and noticed that it was (Y/N)'s break.

" If you are going to excuse me, I need to make a phone call. "

King wasn't dumb enough to protest and let Bruce leave the room to make a call. Bruce was waiting for his husband to pick and smiled once he heard (Y/N)'s voice.

" Hey B. "

" Hey hun, I just wanted to hear your voice. Did you make it on time? "

" I did, I was actually 15 minutes early. "

" Really? " Bruce asked, a bit suspiciously.

" Yes Bruce, I came 15 minutes earlier. "

" Did you eat anything? "

" I did. Alfred made me some Cesar salad and it was great. You need to give Alfred a raise. "

" I will, don't worry. "

Bruce could sense (Y/N)'s smile from a mile away.

" And you B? How is work? "

" Not bad, we just took a break from a meeting and I wanted to see how you are doing. "

" Boring office work, nothing interesting. Oh, I also know what are we going to do when you get home! "

" What is that hun? " Bruce asked, turning to look at the other mafia boss who was texting on his phone.

" We can make a pillow fort and cuddle or we can take a walk around the park. I wasn't there for so long, I heard that there were ducklings Bruce. Ducklings. "

Bruce smiled and simply replied with sure.

" Okay, I have to go, love you B. "

Bruce melted and replied with a love you and hanged up.

" Sorry about that, mister King, lets continue. "

(Y/N) was happy beyond belief. He was finally done with his work and he was going to spend evening with Bruce for the first time in weeks. Bruce's work schedule wasn't a 9 to 5 like (Y/N)'s is and that meant long hours and his husband coming in late during the night, while (Y/N) is sleeping.

He said goodbye to his coworkers and left the office. It got a bit colder and (Y/N) put his coat up higher. He noticed that the bodyguards weren't there. He remembered Bruce's words. If there are no bodyguards, go to a crowded place and try to blend and call him.

Just as he turned around he noticed somebody behind him. He tried to turn around, but a swift punch with the back of the gun to his nape rendered him unconscious. He fell down hard with a thud. He was out like a light.

The man took his phone and sent a text to his boss, writing it's done. Then another man came and they tied (Y/N)'s hands behind his back, gagging him and putting a bag over his head, but not before throwing the phone out, but making sure to leave it functional, as per boss's instructions.

They were all hesitant to do so, knowing that (Y/N) Wayne is Bruce Wayne's husband and that if he was harmed in any way, shape or form there will be hell to pay, but their boss wanted to send a message. He wanted to say that he was superior to the Prince of Gotham. They put (Y/N) at the back of a van and drove off to the chosen location.

Now Bruce was losing his mind. (Y/N) was supposed to be back home, but he wasn't picking up his phone. He called Alfred and the man said that (Y/N) didn't call him either. Then he called the bodyguards who were knocked out.

After that, Bruce wanted to have his phone tracked to see where his husband is. If the bodyguards were knocked out, then he was kidnapped, Bruce had no doubt about it. Now he needs to figure out, where he was taken and who took him. Once he answers the who, he will answer the why. And not to mention the hell will put the kidnapper through.

Bruce took a deep breath. He can't do things with out a plan. With his husband in question, Bruce can't make any mistakes or it will backfire. Now, he needs to send his people to his work and he needs to see what happened. Who would be dumb enough to kidnap Bruce Wayne's husband? Who?

Bruce's mind thought of the mafia boss he had a business meeting with, the angry look on his face when Bruce denied him what he wanted... Was that man really dumb to kidnap his husband in broad daylight?

Bruce clicked his tongue as he was driving to (Y/N)'s workplace. He was anxious now. He called (Y/N)'s phone once more. He froze oce he heard the familiar ringtone. He walked to the phone and kneeled down. He hanged up and rubbed his face. Nope.

" There are cameras around here, I want video footage. And have a team on standby. When I find the the guy who did this... "

" Sir? "

" Do what I just said and make sure that medical wing is ready for (Y/N). "

" Yes sir. "

(Y/N) blinked, opening his eyes. He tried to move his arms, but they were bound behind the chair. He frowned, but then realized that he was kidnapped. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

What did Bruce tell him? Don't show them that you are afraid and try to get along with them.

(Y/N) will do that until he is saved. He knows that Bruce will search the entire city from top to bottom to find him. He looked around to see where he is. It looked like an abandoned warehouse. He could hear the sea outside. Okay, he was on the docks then. All right, it's not so bad, but the docks were used for executions, so it was not so good after all.

He took another deep breath. Bruce was going to find before something were to happen to him. He was going to remain positive and not pessimistic.

(Y/N) looked up when he heard footsteps coming towards him. (Y/N) didn't recognize the man at all. He told himself to remain calm. He was not going to show fear.

" So this is the famous (Y/N) Wayne. I have to say, you truly are beautiful as they say. "

(Y/N) tried to remain as still as possible as the man caressed his face the way only Bruce can. He wasn't going to do anything stupid enough to get him killed. Bruce was going to find him. He would hold onto that thought for as long as he could.

" Your husband wouldn't budge with a deal, so I need to use you as a leverage. "

(Y/N) didn't say anything in response, afraid that if he were to say something, it would be something snarky and sassy. And that wouldn't be so good in this situation.

A slap to his face brought him back to reality. He licked his lips, feeling the blood on his lip. Asshole.

" When I am talking to you, you are to respond. Clear? "

" Yup. "

" Good. "

" Sir we have a location! "

Bruce jumped up to see the location pop up on a computer. It was the docks.

" Take the team and lets go! If the team gets there first, tell them to wait for me! "

The bodyguards nodded and left to gear up and to leave. It was the middle of the night and (Y/N) should have been in bed with him, not on the docks. Bruce entered his car and sped all the way to the docks, his men in the cars behind him. The team that Bruce ordered to be on a standby, was already on the location. Bruce felt his fingers twitching and his body being on edge. He was ready for a fight. He parked quietly next to the team and waited until everyone came.

" I would like to make this very clear. Now that we know who the perp is, I want him alive and (Y/N) is not to be harmed in any way. Am I clear? " The men nodded quickly and Bruce nodded. He took out his gun and looked at the big warehouse.

" I am coming hun, I am coming. " Bruce told himself before he led the team.

(Y/N) was in pain. A lot of pain. He was hit all over his body and face. He was sure that something was broken. It was hard to breath, so he concluded that it must have been the ribs. His nose was in no better shape and his lips were bloody. He was also hit in the head, making the side of it bleed.

He was close to breaking. He couldn't take this anymore. He leaned back and looked at the ceiling. Come on Bruce. (Y/N) needed him to save him now, he was in too much pain and wasn't as strong as Bruce. He is strong mentally and physically and could withstand any type of torture. But (Y/N)? Nope.

" Did we break your spirit so quickly? "

(Y/N) didn't have time to respond before he was kicked and thrown back, falling down onto his hands. He grunted from the impact, heaving slightly from the lack of air.

He closed his eyes, trying not to cry. The amount of pain he felt in that moment was indescribable. The pain shot to every single part of his body and he groaned.

" (Y/N)! "

(Y/N) opened his eyes when he heard Bruce's voice. Gunshots rang out and (Y/N) flinched. Bruce ran to him and quickly put the chair back up and cut the ropes on his legs and arms. Bruce quickly hugged him and kissed the top of his head, putting (Y/N)'s in his chest, making sure he didn't saw the carnage.

" Bruce... " (Y/N) sobbed, clutching tightly to Bruce.

" It's okay, we are going to home now, okay hun? "

(Y/N) nodded and Bruce picked him up. Bodyguards moved out of the way to let their boss through. Their boss was a good boss even before (Y/N) came into the picture, but once (Y/N) came into the picture, Bruce became even more human. And even the bodyguards were protective of (Y/N). That may sound weird, because they are supposed to, but there was something about (Y/N) that made him so loveable and easy to hangout with. He was nice to the bodyguards that were assigned to him, despite not wanting anyone to follow him.

" He is going to fully recover. He has bruises all over his body, his ribs were slightly cracked, but just make sure to have something cold as ice on them for the first few days and don't let him take any painkillers for the first 48 hours. And make sure he is laying down it's better for the ribs. " The doctor said.

" And what about his head? There was bleeding. "

" No concussion thankfully. Now, make sure he rests because of the ribs. "

" I will, thank you doctor. "

Doctor nodded and Bruce went inside where (Y/N) was laying in the bed. He was in their bedroom and Bruce felt relaxed. (Y/N) was back where he is supposed to be, in their home, in their bedroom. Bruce sat down on the edge, smiling at his husband who gripped Bruce's hand tightly.

" What did the doctor say? "

" You are going to be fine and make full recovery. We just have to ice your ribs and for the next 48 hours not take any painkillers. "

(Y/N) nodded and looked down on his lap.

" And that so called mafia boss? "

" Don't worry about him, he can't hurt you anymore. "

(Y/N) nodded once more and moved over for Bruce.

" Come on, I need some affection Bruce. "

Bruce smiled even more and laid down next to him, ever so gently embracing him. Bruce gently kissed (Y/N)'s cheek and wished him good night. Together they fell asleep, breathing as one and Gotham could breath easier tonight, knowing that Bruce Wayne's sunshine was safe and sound.

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne X Villain! Male Reader

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Authors Note: Let’s be honest, Pattinson Bruce Wayne is a virgin and if a villain flirts with him he’s gonna become flustered and have no idea how to respond back or what to do, this man is too soft. I also did some adjustments, I tried my best to make the reader a villain but made him sound like more like a mobster boss and someone who is also just starting and new.

Requested: Hello again, i saw requests are open again and can you write a (pattinson) batman x villain reader whos a dangerous villian but flirty?

Warnings: Enemies to lovers and back to enemies, on and off relationship, flirting, Common struggles, teasing, detective, readers alias name is K, mentions of mafia. Reader helps Batman but also wants his attention, mentions of rape, semi dark theme.

Tags: @revivedenzo

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“He did it again.” Gordon hands Batman a note that was attached to their lastrar victim today, the note reading.

‘Hope that helps!’

Batman frowns, reading through the note over and over again, hoping to find something useful or any clues as to why he’s been doing this.

“I still don’t get why he’s doing this—but I’m not so sure if I should be glad or upset.” Gordon tells him, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s been a year since this new person made an appearance in Gotham, he’s been ‘helping’ Gotham with the crime in the last years, capturing guys that the GCPD struggled to find. He maintained the same skills at Batman and it worried Gordon.

For Batman, it wasn’t anything new. He’s dealt with crazier before and can handle anyone. Each person he fought with always held a pattern towards their victims but for them, it was different. It’s like the man keeps everything clean and hides any evidence of him being around.

“We’re you able to find anything else but this?” Batman questions, holding the note up to Gordon who shook his head in response. “Unfortunately that was all—and the beat up dead guy.” He mumbled out the last part. Most of their victims either turn up dead or alive, depending on what they’ve done.

Batman hands Gordon the letter back. “Let me know if you find anything else.”

“What exactly will you do?”

Batman glanced at Gordon. “Find a way to stop him.” He replies, knowing that it was going to take some time on finding them and figuring out why the man was doing this, a good reason needs to be given.

After Batman leaves Gordon he heads back home, hiding underneath the Wayne tower as he removed his cowl, leaving him dirty and tired. He made sure to remove his contacts and taking a look at what he saw today. He’s been often busy after the appearance of a new villain in the city, the man was suddenly killing men and women, proving to him that he too can show the city justice in his own ways. He was always leaving notes behind for both GCPD and Batman.

Bruce kept copies of the letters, trying to figure out a pattern between them but nothing. They were just regular notes, not riddles or cyphers or anything else. Just plain sentences and words.

“at it again?” Bruce looks over his shoulder to see Alfred exiting the elevator. The two have grown a lot closer after the Riddlers situation, keeping each other close and safe since they were the only family they had for each other.

Bruce hums back in response, turning back to the large screen as he makes a copy of the note left behind. “He left another, but still don’t know what he wants.” He mumbled out, handing Alfred a copy of the note, who takes it between his thumb and index finger, placing his glasses on and examining the copy.

“Same as the others.” Alfred sighs. “Nothing looks different or any signs of a difference.” Bruce frowns, leaning back against the desk as he thinks. “Why do you think he does it?” He asks. Alfred slips his glasses off. “The riddler wanted to reveal the truth and this one—well he does things differently, he attacks criminals with terrible criminal records. Most appear dead and others alive, maybe the pattern you’re looking for is hidden in those people he leaves alive.” Alfred points out.

Bruce stands straight, taking in the information as he thinks about the men and women that were arrested due to leaked information about them without the police knowing. He turns back to his computer and types away, bringing up all the victims records and looking into them, slowly finding a pattern.

“Look.” Bruce points out, splitting the victims in groups. “It shows that majority of them committed murder, but those who showed up dead—“ he pulls up the files to show Alfred. “They also committed murders but they were all partners, working together, some even helped out with kidnapping.” Bruce murmurs.

He know a bit more about the victims and their history, knowing that they each had partners of their own and have committed many crimes together. He still doesn’t know why one partner ends up dead and the other is left alive. “I’ll have to keep searching.” Bruce mumbled out, sighing again in frustration as he pulls back, putting his cowl back on and taking the contacts.

“Where exactly will you go?” Alfred questions.

Bruce glanced over his shoulder. “To a professional.” He mumbled the last part, taking his motorcycle and driving back into the dark streets of Gotham. They were still empty but very few people still roamed around. He didn’t know much about this new killer but he did know someone who could try and help him.

Bruce told himself that he wouldn’t get involved with the man again but right now, he has no choice but to ask for help and he was the only one to do that. Upon arriving to his destination, he makes sure to leave his bike hidden away in the shadows as he walks towards a large building that was near the harbor. He grumbly kicks the door a few times, getting the attention of the guards inside who pull it open.

One of them eyeing him up and down as he slowly smirks. “I’m guessing your here to see K?” He asks, but Bruce only frowns. The guard rolls his eyes and steps back, allowing Bruce to enter as he nods down the hall. “You know where he is.” The guard reminds him and gets back to work. Bruce knows he shouldn’t be here and what he’s doing is wrong but it’s the only way to know more.

As he moved down the halls and inside a large room, he looks around to see another group of men sitting near the television, gambling with each other and laughing. He ignores their looks and moves forward, towards a single door that was at the end of the large room. He stands outside the door and lifts his knuckles to knock but is interrupted by a soft voice on the other side.

“Come in.”

Bruce sighs, turning the knob and pushing the door open. He steps inside and closed the door behind him. He looks up to see a young man standing near the large window, his back facing him as he admires the cities view. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be coming here anymore?” K suddenly asks, turning around to give him a smirk, leaning back against the glass windows.

Bruce frowns. “I also said that I wouldn’t hesitate to turn you into the police.” He threatens, but K only pouts, punishing himself off the window and walking towards his chair behind his desk, sitting down and sighing deeply. “What do you want, B?” He says in a tired tone, obviously not having the time for the big Batman. He was too busy dealing with other students and business that he needs to have completed by the end of the night.

As K sits in front of his laptop typing away without a car, Bruce takes the advantage to set the copied notes on his desk. The other man eyes the notes and hums to himself, taking them in his hands as he looks at them. “Let me guess.” K grins, setting the copies to the side as he stands up. “You want me to find your guy and bring him back here so that you can take him to jail due to all the murders he’s committing?” He questions.

Bruce tilts his head. “You know who it is don’t you?”

“Of course I do—he used to work for me until he crossed the line. I killed his partner and let him go, told him that if I ever saw him again that I wouldn’t be so kind on letting him live.” K scoffs out, looking back down at the copies of notes. He knew that handwriting anywhere, the bastard was taking his leads and killing people he really wanted to deal with first before anything else happened.

“You killed his partner?” Bruce hissed out.

“He touched my sister.” K hissed back. “That bastard was planning on doing terrible things to her and I wasn’t going to allow it and killed him, rather have him dead then behind bars—sorry B but thats just how I do things here.”

“But you let him go.” He mentions towards the man running around Gotham committing murders and thinking that he was helping Gotham. That was something Bruce didn’t understand, But knowing Y/n—K, it something menacing he would do.

K chuckles. “Now that I know where he is, I enjoy a good chase.” He leans forward, over his desk to gently poke Bruce on the cheek in a childish way. He leans back and makes his way around the desk, standing close to Bruce, their chests brushing against each other as Y/n glides his hands up his chest and around his neck. “If you allow me to have some fun with him first I’ll return him to you—alive and give you additional information on some drop labs and maybe a high wanted criminal or two?” He offers, all he wants is to beat the guy to death before turning him to the police.

Bruce looks down at K, the offer was intriguing. “No.” Y/n groans. “I am offering you labs and names and more criminals to arrest.” He lowers his arms that were around Bruces neck, frowning at the taller man as he steps back. “You know I can’t allow you to kill him.”

Y/n glared. “Very well. Good luck finding him.” He mumbled, taking Bruce’s copies and shoving them to his chest. “Get out.” Y/n hissed out, making his way back around his desk and sitting on his fancy chair and getting back to work, Inputting orders and communicating with other dealers that he’s been speaking with for awhile now. He ignores Batman’s stare, Gotham’s knight still stands in his office as he grips the papers in hand and gives him a side glance. “What did I say, B?” He says again, looking over his laptop to glare again.

Bruce shakes his head, Turing away from him and leaving the room. Once he is out, Y/n stops typing. A mischievous grin forming on his lips, pulling out his phone he calls in his guards, standing from his desk as they enter. “gentleman, I have an assignment for all of you.” His eyes growing dark as he picks up his laptop and shows them the picture of their next target.

—

“Looks like we found him.” Gordon says as both he and Batman stood below the hanging body from the lamp post. The streets were closed off by police tape and held the crowds back from seeing anything. Bruce glares at the body, stepping closer as he reached up to remove the attached note that was around his wrist, he hears Gordon approach him as the two read the note.

“Think I wouldn’t get my revenge, B?”

Gordon hums to himself. “There’s something written on the back.” He points out, making Bruce flip the note over to see different addresses and names.

“Just as promised.”

It read with a smiling scribble on the side, taunting him.

“Take a team to these locations, your gonna need all the help you can get.” Bruce informs Gordon, handing him the note and looking back at the hanging body. He was furious with K’s actions. He knew to never trust the man, he was cold hearted and never listened. K owned many business and people who can find anyone or anything for him and if he wanted someone dead he wouldn’t hesitate to finish the job himself. Bruce was far too upset that he leaves the scene without saying a word.

Disappearing from the scene and riding back to K’s hideout. When he arrives he kicks the doors open, huffing angrily as he looks around to see the place empty. Everything that was in the building was suddenly gone, making it look like an abandon building. He heads down to his office, checking the rooms for any signs of K, but nothing. He steps inside K’s office to see his desk still there and his closed laptop.

Bruce approaches the desk, standing in front of it as he stares down at the laptop with a stick note on top reading, “Play me.”

He opens the laptop to see a video automatically playing. In the video he sees, Y/n’s silhouette, standing in front of the view as he smiles to himself and turns around to face the camera.

“Hello B, You’re probably all confused as too why I am suddenly gone? Well, you probably already took notice about what I did and how I don’t keep my promises. Something you always fail to notice—you know, I questions myself as to why you keep me alive or out of jail, really.”

He shifts around, sitting in his chair and spinning around with a wide smile on his face. “Is it because you care to much to put be behind bars? Or is this maybe a fun game of chase that you enjoy?” He questions, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t regret what I did and you can be against it all you want but whatever it is you do, it wont stop me and I won’t ever stop. So, tell me B.” He pulls out an USB drive, showing it to him on the camera, he holds it up and opens a drawer on the left side of his desk, dropping it inside. As he says. “You decide if you want to continue this chase—the drive will show you where I’ve moved.” He stands from his desk, leaning down to give him one last smile. “Until then.”

With that the video ends.

Bruce stands up straight, closing the laptop and going around his desk, pulling her left drawer open to see the drive inside the empty drawer, taunting him and waiting to be picked up. He knows that if he takes it he will be giving into Y/n’s wild game of chase and thats something he shouldn’t get involved with. As he continues to stare at it, he can’t help but sigh. Taking the drive between his index finger and thumb, staring at it before chuckling.

“Fuck.”

[hopesangelsprite]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Battinson x reader

Warnings ⚠️: zero plot whatsoever, pure filth, mating press, overstim, male moaning/whimpering, dubcon maybe (??? Idk), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it bros), creampie obviously, marking if you squint

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Protecting an entire city would take a toll on anyone, so of course some kind of stress relief would be on order. And if that someone was constantly sleep deprived, full of internal conflict, and said city happened to be Gotham... that poor soul had better found a damn good stress reliever.

That's where you come in, pinned underneath your cities' Vengeance for however long he'd keep you there. Night after night, sunrise after sunrise. Tonight was no different than any other except the fact that your broody boy toy had more of an appetite than usual.

Right now, all you can feel is him and all he can feel is you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder just how long he'd felt this way, just how much frustration he harbored within himself. But the drag of his member against your warm walls is enough to dismiss the thought completely.

"Fucking hell.", Bruce breaths into your shoulder at your clenching walls, "You're so good to me.". Butterflies invade your stomach, intertwining themselves with the stir of your orgasm. You're close to coming again for the nth time this session. Just what had he seen on those damp, dark streets tonight.

"Y-you mean it?", you whimper out as if he isn't fucking your brains into the mattress beneath the two of you. He groans and nods feverishly as his hand abandons your tits to grip the headboard that's banging loudly against the wall. "We're gonna be together forever, princess. Won't let anyone hurt you... just me and you.", he promises in that sweet voice of his. The sweetness of his words and the smoothness of his thrusts mingle perfectly enough to send you farther over the edge. You call his name as you continue coming.

And he talks you through it, praising you and whispering the sweetest nothings. He never misses a stroke, thoroughly fucking you through your orgasm and well beyond it. Your walls continue to flutter and your body feels scorching underneath his. The tips of your fingers as well as the palms of your hands buzz, a telltale sign of overstimulation. You mewl at the feeling of another orgasm building already. Then, his pace changes as he begins to lose himself for the first time tonight. This time you're unable to stop him.

"Fuck.", he swears as his hand leaves the headboard and grips the pillow next to your head. Bruce's face falls back into the crook of your neck and he audibly moans. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, the smell of his leather suit now completely masked by the smell of sex in the air.

His pace quickens and more curses fall from his reddened lips. You mewl and begin to squirm as the overstimulation starts to grow far too much. Though your brains have been thoroughly fucked out, you manage to beg, "P-please... I can't-". You cut yourself off with a loud wanton moan as Bruce's other hand slips between you from your other thigh to press on your lower abdomen. He feels so good inside of you it's unbearable.

Your moans spur him on as he presses a bit harder. "Need... need you to come for me. One more time.", he requests drawing a whine from you. "Can't, 's too much!", you whine as you feel your thighs shake on either side of him. He huffs as he presses again earning pretty sobs of pained pleasure from your puffy lips. "You can, princess, know you can. Said you could take it, didn't you?", he encourages in between pretty moans and you can hear his sanity slowly slipping away. Still, you protest once more.

He growls lowly as his hand dips lower to begin mercilessly toying with your swollen clit. You yelp as you reach between your bodies to weakly tug at his wrist. He's stronger than you so your struggling waxes futile. "Bruce-", you try to reason with him, "Too much!". He quickens his ministrations at your words and you cry out as you feel the familiar knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay... almost there, princess.", he whispers through labored breaths, "I'm almost there.". You want to tell him that you almost are too, but you can't seem to form the proper words. His grip on the pillow tightens, and the movement of his hips becomes jerky.

"Fuck, please I need it so bad... So, so badly.", he moans quietly, almost to himself, "please, please, please..". Hearing him completely lose his composure nearly throws you off the edge. The way he's begging damn near sends you into orbit. "Pretty girl's gonna let me cum inside, right? Please?", he asks and your heart swells with love. Who are you to deny him when he's asking so politely?

You nod as your vision fills with stars, "Yes!". He whimpers into your neck as his frantic thrusts signal his impending release. You begin to squirm harder, and his hand slides from the pillow to grip your hip. His hold on you is strong despite the soft sounds leaving his mouth.

He presses you farther into the mattress, and you're sure you'll have a bruise on your hip the size of his hand tomorrow morning. "Jus' a little bit more..", he trails off to bite at your hickey covered shoulder. "Need to finish, I'll be so f-fucking good to you... be so fuckin' good to my princess, promise.", his words slur together. With that, you come for the umpteenth time and he's not too far behind.

The both of you shudder with overwhelming pleasure, and weak whimpers of each other's names seem to be the only thing either one of you can articulate. Hot, thick ropes of his cum spurt into your spasming walls painting them white and filling you up so much it begins to leak out.

Secretly, you hope Gotham's streets keep sending him back to you even more needy than this.

[havensins]

bruce wayne (patman) x top!male reader

cw . sub!bruce, dom!m!reader, blowjobs, aftercare, mirror sex, the reader is taller and kinda buff? only slight mentions of that, a whole ass cafe au (i got carried away), strangers to friends to lovers, really long 😭. basically fluff with a smidge of porn at the end 🤭.

note . really just some self indulgent hcs 🫡 this might be a little ooc, but i’m trying 🥲. was not joking when i said this was long-

bruce was so adorably awkward and anxious that it was cute

you owned a small cafe in gotham. the location was a bit weird, your small and otherwise stubby cafe out of place besides such tall and striking buildings

despite the unusual outward differences between your cafe and the buildings it was smushed between, you had a steady business

people coming in an out and ordering your sweets and coffee, you prided yourself on being authentic in your craft

bruce had been curious about your cafe, finding humor in the fact that it was nearly covered by the larger buildings

he was pleasantly surprised upon his entry though

the place smelled of fresh cookies and pastries, but also of coffee yet it didn’t smell bitter

he was surprised to see you over the counter, taking orders with a small smile

if bruce were to see you anywhere else than the shop, you’d easily intimidate him with your tall stature and toned & slightly buff build

he couldn’t help but slightly oogle at your arms in the white tee you wore, but he passed it off as glancing around the place as a newcomer

“welcome to the cafe,”

i vern your voice made bruce want to talk to you on hours on end, just so he could hear it more

he hadn’t felt this way about someone in such a long time, the feeling was foreign as it weighed on his mind

he gives you a small nod and a nervous smile before taking a seat at the counter

you recognized who he was the moment you’d notice him step into your cafe though, the infamous bruce wayne

he wasn’t like the media portrayed him at all, if anything he seemed to be the opposite

timid, shy, even a little anxious but you could tell that behind his eyes that he was observant and a little withdrawn

“what may i get for you?” you ask, standing in front of the wayne from behind the counter

“what do you recommend? i haven’t been here before…” he softly says, voice barely carrying over the loud yet comfortable sound of the rest of the customers

“i’m not sure what you’d like. mr wayne, but everything on the menu comes from one of my recipes so im sure you’ll enjoy it,” you grinned, pushing a menu towards him

he returns your grin, looking over the menu quickly. “may i get a chocolate chip cookie with a. cup of coffee?” he settles, sliding the menu back to you

“of course,” you reply, and begin to make his order personally.

his order was done in no time and you even stayed a moment to watch his reaction as he tasted a cookie created from your own recipe

it tastes oddly like nostalgia to bruce, a childhood he’d never had but always wanted. warm and soft, just perfect all around.

to make this whole “crush at first sight” thing that bruce has going on worse, he could swear his heart sprouts wings and flutters in his chest at the smile that spread across your face at his reaction to the cookie

bruce knows he’s utterly fucked at that moment.

from then on, bruce becomes a regular. he frequents your cafe often, and the both of you even build a sort of bond

he tries to pass it off to alfred as if he only goes because he fell in love with the sweets and coffee

(which, wasn’t a complete lie seeing as he felt like he melted in his seat everytime he bit into a cookie of yours)

but alfred could see through him, he knew it was something more but he wouldn’t press the issue, he was only glad bruce was actually socializing - for whatever the reason may be

the more bruce came to the bar, the more the both of you interacted

your interactions consisted of mostly you flirting with bruce and the male awkwardly trying to hide his blush and sputtering slightly through a reply

it was all cute to you, the way he’d just smile and look down with a blush whenever you shamelessly flirted with him

the way he listened intently to your rambles

the slight tugging feeling in your heart whenever he had to leave

and eventually that bond grew into something more

he stayed for longer periods of time, sometimes coming in after a hard day of whatever he did in his spare time just to be in your presence.

it had been a few weeks of bruce steadily coming into the cafe, and you’d finally worked up the courage to ask him out

you’d chosen to ask him while serving him his usual, the same as his very first order

“bruce, would you like to go on a date with me? you could pick the place if you’d like..”

he seems slightly stunned for a moment, and for a split second you’re anxious about his response

until he nods his head, “yes, i’d like that a lot, i think i know a place..”

bruce picks a place quiet, somewhere you’d never seen in gotham in the short years you’d lived there

of course, the date goes smoothly, you and bruce having a good time and enjoying each other’s company

you spend more and more time together outside of the bakery

more dates occur, and the both of you grow closer romantically

you weren’t sure when you and bruce became ‘official’

but the both of you went from fleeting touches and nervous rambled conversation to soft kisses in greeting and silent conversations in mutual understanding with each other

he’d shown you his identity a few months into the relationship

he didn’t have any doubts that the both of you would last, nor did he think you’d betray his trust; it was more of a safety precaution

you’d come to make a joke out of the whole thing

“oh how the big & bad batman enjoys my pastries from a small diner…”

he doesn’t find it all that amusing but seeing the smile on your face everytime you sad a variation of the joke made his heart dance in his chest

he introduced you to alfred too, and alfred immediately took a liking to you

because wow!!! you’re the reason bruce has been going around the manor happier than usual, more compliant, even even willing to socialize????

everything with bruce was all so tender and sweet and gentle, despite how he’s depicted had batman, every single moment with him was as valuable as glass

your first time with bruce was the same as all other moments you shared together.

the softness of your kisses along his collarbone, the way his hair framed his face messily as he was on his back beneath you

even in the way his mouth parted with soft sounds whenever you did something he liked

nothing would top the face he made when he was about to cum, the way he would diene and his hands would move, sort of frantically to try and ground himself through the earth shattering feeling

the way he’d clench around you & his mouth would drop with quiet whispers and urges of your name

those moments are equally as soft as the rest of the moments you spend with bruce

there are times that aren’t as soft but tender all the same

looking up at you through wet lashes with his blue eyes, silently pleading at you to do something

cock leaking with his arousal, doing his very best to be good for you

loves watching himself in the mirror, watching as you handle him so roughly

brining him up to your chest by his hair, one hand on his hip to keep him into place while you fuck into him

your chin on his shoulder when the hand moves from his hips to his swollen cock, teasing it while it twitches in sensitivity

bruce begs, so prettily that you can’t help but to praise him and give him what he craves.

his kink for your voice only intensified during this moment, listening to you tell him how pathetic he’d look if all of gotham saw cockslut bruce wayne, the protector of gotham, getting fucked by a cafe owner

he could cum on the spot.

and then the aftercare afterwards is gentle. helping him drink water and eat a small snack, drawing a bath for him while you wash him softly

bruce wayne was everything all at once, and everything you’d ever needed and more.

okay i’m FINALLY finished, im so sorry you had to read all of that- 🫡

[supercap2319]

Edward: "You're not afraid of me, Y/N?"

Y/N: "Why should I be?"

Edward: "I'm the world's most dangerous predator. As if you could outrun me. As if you could fight me off, I'm designed to kill."

Y/N: *Smiles* "Well, it's a good thing I'm a Heretic. We have a lot in common."

Edward: *Frowns* "What's a Heretic?"

Y/N: "A half witch–vampire hybrid."

Edward: "You're just like me?"

Y/N: *Flashes fangs and bloodshot eyes* "Yup. You're not the first vampire that I’ve met, and the pack isn't the first group of werewolves that I have encountered. Just ask Stefan.”

[spockiguess]

bruce wayne x trans male power bottom? i think bruce needs a snarky lover in his life

"Need Some Boy Pussy In My Life," Said The Batman || Trans Male Reader x Battinson

Rating: Explicit 18+

Tags: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Power Bottom, Brat

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Trans Male Reader

Author's Note: Literally so sorry this took so long. I first started writing this right as I saw the request, but school was so fucking insane. I'm trying to raise a grade in one of my classes (it was a 39), and we had this massive project that needed to get finished. It was a writing project too, so nearly all of my energy went towards that and whenever I found myself at my computer, I just couldn't put words onto paper. Luckily, I finished, and it raised my grade to a 58 (still not passing), and I gave myself a day to decompress before finishing this fic. If it's not up to my usual stuff, that's completely my fault. I just really wanted to complete this request for you so it didn't feel like I was ignoring you. Anyway, sorry for the long note, it explains why I hadn't put anything out for the past two weeks. Hopefully, Anon, you enjoy. Thank you.

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Bruce’s hair was soft in your hands as you wound the silky strands around your fingers, tugging and exploring his mouth with your tongue. A deep throaty groan escaped his throat when you pulled, and his hands dug deeper into the plush skin of your hips. 

You sat on Bruce’s lap, grinding against his erection fervently as his hands traveled to your ass, gripping hard and causing you to moan. 

The sounds of Gotham waned outside as you held the Bat in your hands, keeping him firmly planted in the moment. Bruce smelt of amber and musk, heady and intoxicating. 

Breaking the kiss, you ran your nails down Bruce’s clothed chest, “You’re so needy. Trying to act all stoic, when in reality, you jerk off to the thought of me every day.” You breathlessly whispered the last part into his ear, knowing how it would spur him on further. 

Bruce growled, smacking your ass roughly, “Watch it.” His voice was primal, dripping with lust as he sucked a hickey into your neck and guided your hips as you rutted against him like an animal in heat. 

“What’re gonna do anyway, huh?” You crooned in a sickly sweet voice as you captured his lips again, lifting his shirt off and over his head. Bruce separated from you, capturing your chin in his strong hand and forcing you to look at him.

You could see the heat stir in his eyes, knowing your taunts fanned the flames. Wordlessly, he forced you onto your back before flipping you over and yanking your hips back to meet his. 

Bruce ground his erection into your ass, squeezing the soft flesh before pulling his hand back and smacking it hard, making you yelp pathetically. 

As he rubbed the aching flesh, he leaned down and mirrored your earlier actions, “Gonna fuck the brat out of you,” Bruce paused, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, “And make you act like the good boy you are.” He pulled your shorts and underwear down in a swift move, watching the slickness drip from you and coat the insides of your thighs. 

You looked over your shoulder, “Then do it already.” Bruce didn’t need any more motivation. He took his thick cock and rammed the entire length into you in one go, struggling to mask his pleasure as a whiner moan escaped his throat. 

It wasn’t much better for you as you screamed out and twisted your hands in his plush bed sheets, whining and moaning, already starting to feel your resolve wash away. 

Bruce didn’t relent; he kept pounding into you as his hand slithered under your stomach and found your clit, rubbing furious circles into the bundle of nerves. Bruce could never let you go without the same pleasure he felt, needing to see you squirm and eventually clench around him before he finished. 

Babbling, you squeaked out, “Please, please, more.” Drool started to leak from the corners of your mouth, and you felt the beginnings of a mind-shattering orgasm well up in the pit of your stomach. 

Bruce slowed almost to a halt, and you already knew what he wanted out of you, “Fuck, Bruce. Please.” He kept pumping in and out of you at a snail's pace, barely even touching your clit. 

“All I need is an apology.” At this point, you didn’t care. Bruce had worked you up so much even before he started fucking into your cunt. 

“I’m sorry, Bruce. Please, I’m so sorry, please.” It was nearly incoherent, but Bruce needed it just as bad as you, especially when he felt you tighten around him. 

Snarling, he went back to his rough pace, using his other hand to wind around your neck and pull your body against his, getting even more turned on as you arched your back to meet him. 

With two fingers now, he rubbed at your clit as his thrusts became sloppier and his sounds increased in volume. You were close, too, begging for release and succumbing to his power. 

That buzzing sensation intensified and hummed throughout your entire body, making you squirm, spasm, and leak even more around Bruce’s cock. It was so wet and sloppy, causing sinful noises to fill the lavish room.

Bruce kissed your neck, biting until he could taste blood. He licked over the mark, soothing the red-hot sensation and finally forcing your orgasm out of you. You came around Bruce, trying to stop his hand as it kept working to prolong it for as long as possible.

The over-stimulation was about to border on unbearable when he came, filling your insides up and fucking it deeper into you as he slowed and removed his hand. Bruce let you flop onto the bed as he slid his cock out, watching how his cum dripped onto the bed.

He scooped some of it up using his fingers and brought it to your mouth. You greedily sucked them in, moaning at the taste of your juices mixed together.

“Good boy.” 

[qsphyxias]

[breaking news] gotham stroll turns into gay angst

if you fetishize mlm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; (physical) hurt/comfort, as reader gets attacked by riddler and batman has to save his concussed ass

warnings ; cussing, blood, concussions, violence, male (he/him) reader

note ; i wrote this so long ago i just wanted to finish the draft and pump it out as the last batman fic im gonna do probably? who knows? maybe another batman movie will come out and the brainrot will settle right back in

words ; 1.6k+

⊱ ────── {⋅.𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝.⋅} ────── ⊰

The walk to the crime scene was quiet, surprisingly. One quiet night in Gotham City, the shittiest shithole of hell. But however stupid it was, you felt the want to actually enjoy the moment, instead of feeling en guard that nothing was going on.

Regretfully, that might've been an awful decision on your part.

Batman had suggested you go with him, but you were held back at the Manor due to wanting to finish analyzing new tech and weaponry. "Don't worry! I've been meaning to get a walk in the city of good ol' Gotham." You said half-sarcastically, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as Bruce glared searing holes into the back of your head.

"S/o..." He began, but before he could finish, you raised a hand behind you, "I know, I know, I'll be careful. Stop vexing me and go, Gordon needs you." With a grimace, he left as told.

Now here you were, head resting against the side of a stinking, rusty dumpster. The riddler, who had caught you off guard with an ice scraper, hovering over you. At least, you assumed it was the riddler, based on the greenish blob that you could barely make out, and the... weapon in his hand?

With a slight spike in heart rate, the fear-fuelled adrenaline took over as you decided not to take the chance of guessing whether it was a weapon or not. You shook your head, bringing yourself up but gasping as you realized you only made the riddler's job easier, as he was now eye-level with you and perfect height to strangle the life out of you.

'Shit, shit shit!' Your inconvenient position against the brick wall had been inconvenient at first but, as you know, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. The brick wall worked as a ramp as you jumped up against it and used your feet to launch yourself at the riddler, hands outstretched to grab the cloth in his hand to take it and incapacitate him with it.

However, riddler landed awkwardly, and that caused your hand to slip and crash against the wet concrete. Was it raining? That didn't matter, your wrist was fucking broken.

The adrenaline crash, the cold, and the concussion seemed to intensify and team up against you to give you the worst physical beating in the world. "Fuck, b- batman! Help! Someone… help!" It was the lowest of the low—at least in your opinion—begging for help like this. You could practically feel the vibrations of the riddler's chilling laugh run up your spine.

As if a miracle could help you.

But just as all was lost, just as you saw riddler through sticky eyelashes with his cloth in his hand ready to break your neck, it stopped raining, and… seemed to get dark. You hadn't known the time, but it's highly unusual for the sky to just crash to darkness all of a sudden, so… What was it?

You look up.

And there he was, pale blue eyes surrounded in black paint glaring back down at you. It was like a scene out of a movie; his cape blowing in the wind, his body twisting in slow-motion to give the riddler a nasty right hook before turning back to you with hidden worry in his eyes. Maybe it was the concussion talking, but you could've sworn he hesitated before the attack when he saw you.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the concussion talking, as he really had hesitated, leading the riddler to escape and splash away in the rain. The riddler may be dumb enough to anger Batman, the dark knight, but he knew he was efficiently ineffective for a winning chance against Bruce.

Plus, he had plans before getting pummelled by him.

Left disorientated, bruce was unsure as he leaned down to check on you, trying to tap into Alfred's radio. "Fuck,"

He didn't know what to do.

For the first time, in his extremely repetitive life, he didn't know what to do. Had you asked him a long time ago before he met you,—and not just met, actually knew and seen you—he would've chosen to go after riddler without a second thought. Leaving you there with a police called to your area.

Now… now he's not so sure. Sensing his silence and hesitation, you called out his name out of panic. "Batman? What are you doing, you- go chase after him!" You blinked the burning rain out of your eyes, wincing as you tried to get up, breath hitching as batman presses his hand against your chest and pushes you back down gently. Your voice had traces of anger, at him and at yourself.

God knows what you've done, if Bruce can't save Gotham because of you, you would never forgive yourself. Worst of all, you knew he would never forgive himself either.

"Fuck." You breathed out exasperatedly, a small laugh leaving you. "I'm sorry, Bruce. Fuck, I- I'm so sorry." You hiccuped, throat burning. Out of all the years of knowing him, you had never seen him hesitate this bad. Behind his massive shoulders, you could still see riddler's boots stomping away, before he disappeared fully into the fog. Yet he didn't move a muscle to see where he was going, nor did he ask.

You were so stupid, just listen to him next time goddamn it. You loved him, you loved his attention, but you didn't want to be a burden on him like this!

"I'm s-" He cut you off, courtly. "It's fine. He'll come back." Despite how strange it was, Bruce made his attempts at calming you down without even realizing it himself. "We need to go, you... have a concussion." You gulped down the apologies, nodded, grimacing internally at yourself at how submissive you were under his direct order.

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The drive back to the Manor was even quieter than the walk to the investigation. You frowned as the thought of that dreaded walk popped up in your mind. Deciding to break the tense atmosphere and think about something else, you perked up as you finally thought of an un-clichéd beneficial conversation topic. "So- How was the investiga-" As always, he interrupted.

"Is your wrist broken? I noticed you needed some help getting into the car." The eyes that had been earlier glued to the tops of his cowl, dropped to your hand that had been forming an ugly shade of purple and blue.

"It hurts less if I don't talk about it, haha." You joked, looking over at Bruce, just to met with a stoic face. "No, no, hold the applause." You rolled your eyes, your hand gestures following your sarcasm-laced words.

“You know..." you started again, already seeing Bruce's arms visibly tense up at your tone of voice. "I thought you were the type to look at the big picture instead of the…” you laughed as you gestured to yourself, a little lost as to where your short speech was going. “little details?”

Despite your efforts to tease him, Bruce remains visibly upset. “I wouldn't go so far as call you a 'little detail.'” he gruffly responded, almost saddened by how unnerved you were from nearly becoming one of riddler's next 'riddle'. His jaw clenched at the thought, and you smiled at the edgy sentiment.

“Don’t worry, the riddler will get what he deserves eventually.” You reached up to rest your unbroken hand on his armoured shoulder.

“I know he will.” You looked at him with a reassuring smile, as reassuring as you could with your bruised face. "I believe in you, Bruce. Always have, always will."

He paused, greased eyes shifting over to you for a split second in search of sincerity within your expression. Once he found it, his heart beat a little faster, and his hands around the wheel tightened.

"You have a concussion." He grunted, looking the way opposite to your direction, pretending to look at the side view mirror. You grinned at his reaction, before retiring back into your seat. "That, I do." You sighed blissfully as you let your head fall back against the head rest, relaxing as if your wrist wasn't broken and that you couldn't feel blood trailing down the back of your head.

"Are you alright? Back there, you were apologizing." He stated, glancing over at you for a split second to make sure you weren't sleeping.

You were.

In a panic, he reached over to shake your shoulder, half-driving and half-panic-shaking you. "S/o!" His voice boomed, the car swerved you awake. "Wha- huh?" you snorted, blinking awake, as if you didn't nearly make Bruce crash the goddamn car into a building.

"Stay awake, talk to me." He huffed, ordering you with a tone he knew you usually listen to. "Oh, yeah, you asked me a question; what was it?" You asked, somewhat groggy.

"You were apologizing earlier, I want to know why." He repeated, a little tense from your scare. He could see your mouth open and close like a gaping fish, and before you could start, he spoke again, "And don't say it's because riddler got away, and you think it's your fault; it isn't. And I know it's not just that."

Again, you weren't sure if it was the concussion talking, but you feel like he doesn't normally talk this fast. Was he nervous? That doesn't seem likely. "Why did you… sound like that?" he sounded unsure; at himself, his own words, and you.

"I would tell you, but you'd just tell me that I have a concussion." You rolled your eyes.

"S/o, stop shitting around." It was clear, he was desperate for a response. It showed in his eager tone of voice. You were quiet for a moment, trying to get your empty thoughts together and organized.

"I don't know, really. I love you, I guess." You shrugged, slouching in your seat as if you hadn't just confessed to the billionaire of Gotham City.

The car screeched to a stop, launching both of you forward. Bruce slowly turned his head over to look at you, shock decorating his sharp yet soft features. "What did you just say?"

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Can I request Robert Pattinson x shy Boyfriend reader where Robert takes the readers virginity and lets the reader fuck his mouth and ass while praising the reader?

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Robert Pattinson x Male Reader

warnings: this isn’t good smut. reader is 19, Robert his current age. Age gap. sad reader, kinda depressed reader? Angst ig. Shy soft dom reader. Bottom Robert. idk kinda ditched the request sorry. Girl idk what tense i wrote this in

A/n: Realised i hate writing smut.

A/n: Couldn’t think of anything further. 300 likes, 50 reblogs for a part 2.

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“I’m home!” I heard Robert say, then a bang. You flinched, like you always do. The door was always so loud, for no reason. He just came back from filming his new movie, ‘the batman.’ He was away filming for about 4 months, not including the months during and before covid-19.

Hearing his voice, made me smile. I missed him, I missed his smile, I missed his hugs, i missed his everything. There was a difference in hearing his voice over the phone and in real life.

You felt this warmth inside you once you saw him walking in the living room, a warmth that had been gone for a long time. You tried to smile, but you hadn’t been feeling the happiest for awhile, your smile was weak. But you tried your best.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” He asked me, noticing my forced smile. I felt so weak, and happy at the same time. He rushed walked over to the big couch i was on, getting on his knees to hug me.

“Yes, i’m okay.” I lied to him, my voice was weak. As we pulled out of the hug, i grabbed his face. “please, never leave so unannounced like that ever again.” I tell him, as i feel my eyes tear up. Trying my best not to breakdown. My vision went blurry, and breathing became harder to control.

As Robert tried to speak, no words came out. His eyes started to tear up aswell, he was lost for words. Regret was the only emotion he showed, it was loud. His jaw sharpened, and he chocked on his own words.

“I-i’m sorry.” he said also trying his best not to breakdown.

- time skip (tell if you want me to make an angst fic)

We where now laying in bed, watching tv. I was laying on his bare chest, my hand on his stomach. I felt him kiss my head, giving small kisses. I moved my thumb up and down over his stomach, knowing that made him feel a certain type of way. “fuck I missed this.” He says under his breath thinking I didn’t hear him.

I wanted to continue, but I didn’t know what to do. I have never done anything like this. My heart beat start to go quicker, I heard his do the same.

“Do you want to do this?” He asked me, knowing i had never done anything like this before.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

“Okay baby.” He said as he made us switch positions, so where he was now laying on my abdomen. I was confused by this, thinking in my mind he was a top. He took off my joggers.

“Wait, ur not a top?” I asked him, confused.

“No i’m not, is that okay?” He said.

“Yes ofc, just tell me what to do?” I reassured him

“Okay, well there’s actually not so much to instruct. Just kinda go with what you think you’re supposed to do, ill tell you if you need to stop.” He tells me, with a weak but beautiful smile. I can feel my cheeks turn red.

“Okay, go ahead.” I say, giving him permission. He took this opportunity and took of my underwear. He takes it in his hand and slowly moving it up and down.

I slowly started to get harder. He started to build ip the pace, making small twisting movements now and then. It gave me this feeling, i had never felt like this before. It was hard to describe.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were this big.” He praised me, making groaning noises. He leaned his head towards it and started to give it kisses. Then out of nowhere he wrapped his lips around it. He moved his tongue in circular motions, going slowly up and down

I moaned, at first it hurt a little. But soon after that turned into a good feeling. You wanted rob to go faster, but you were scared to do anything.

“Can i?” I asked while grabbing his hair. He nodded yes, so you went for it. Moving my hand faster. *bop* *bop* *bop* I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“Fuck, just like that.” I moaned. I was holding his had still, and fucking his mouth. Hearing muffled noises from him.

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[clarks-letterman]

violentine | edward cullen x reader

a/n — the pics don’t really match, cant find anything red for eddy boy😪 meant to get this out last week for v-day (vampire day, valentines day, you name it) but work and school and work and school and work and school and work and school and work and you get my point

summary — Edward visits on Valentine's day. . . right as it starts.

warnings — straddling, m@sturbation (Edward), solo sex, one watches (the reader)

words — 2k

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Click, the sound emanated from your window. Click. There it was again. You assumed that it was rain—harsh pellets hitting your window as the seasons changed from the cold and bitter winter to the warmth and love of the soon-to-arrive spring.

Click. Again, there it was, like an incessant beg from the clock on the wall, reminding you to spend the time you had with a passion that should never die. Expected but unfamiliar was the sound. On the fourth, most obnoxious click, you stammered to the window in total darkness. Edward stood out from the shadows, a large bouquet of some breed of flower in his one hand as he readied his aim with another pebble.

He dropped it when he saw you slide the window open. "I was about to invite myself in," he called up to you.

"Edward it's—" You paused, glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall over your bed. Both hands pointed up, but one was dipped by the other by only a fraction, caught in its arms. "Twelve-o-one."

In a flash, he was up through the window and standing in your room. "That's a minute too late. Happy Valentines day."

You could see what was in his hands better—a clump of white petals stemming into individual flowers—roses was their name. White roses, it must have been a joke since he sucked all the red pigment from their folios.

You could also see his attire, clean and layered with an expensive watch to match and the usual mess of hair that looked like he had just woken up, even though he never needed a wink of sleep to look as gorgeous as he was. All of it was a sharp contrast from your relaxed attire; pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting tee. You felt painfully under-dressed in the moment, and unprepared, as you too had a gift. The only difference was that your gift was still as naked as you, lacking any wrapping paper or disguise to keep an aura of mystery, much like Edward's presence so early into the new day.

"They smell good," you thanked, taking them from him and setting them down on a nearby surface in your room. You made a mental note of getting a vase later for them while rushing to dig out Edward's surprise.

"If only you knew how yours makes me feel," he confessed.

"I think I have some idea," you teased, retrieving the object and returning to where he was. Edward retracted his arms from both sleeves of his jacket; yours were occupied with keeping his gift hidden behind your back as if it would actually keep him from seeing it. His panoramic senses had a way of ruining surprises, but you hoped that he wouldn't cheat the system this time. "Hey, I got you something. It's, uh, modern—something from my time that—"

"Stop trying to sell me on it. You bought it—I'll love it, no matter what." He went to reach around you, already tired of the charade, but you beat him to it and handed him a small plastic package that contained a jockstrap. Edward took it and his face fell before turning up and wrinkling into a smile. “You want to see me in this? I don't—no—I can't."

After a bit of convincing, you stood at one end of the room while Edward changed in the corner, keeping your eyes covered and closed per his request. The room was silent aside from the shuffling of fabric against itself and skin. A stone-chipped god such as himself made no creak in the floor, leaving you to be unsure of when he actually got the thing on. So much shuffling and movement. Maybe this was a necessity, because he must have had layers and layers and suspenders and knee-high socks on for it to take that long to change.

"Take your hands away but keep your eyes closed," his alluring voice commanded; soft but clear from beyond the distance between you and him.

The breeze around you shifted, and there was almost a palpable feeling of understanding to open your eyes. So you did, and the sight before you crossed purposes. An old face trapped in immaturity—a chiseled body made for a different time, now contoured by something non-contemporary. Perfect, if only by gradation.

Edward played dumb, "How did my clothes end up all the way over there?"

"How did you end up all the way over here?" You angled back at him, playing dumber.

"I think yours would look good with them," he spoke, never tearing away from your gaze—not even to blink.

"Me too."

The words were an invitation. He scaled down your neck with light kisses, undoing the wrapper of loose clothing and lingering smog from the end of yesterday, clouding your mind only with the feel of him. Such a violent creature treating his quarry so tender and soft. He reached the thin layer shaping your outline—your skin—in a matter of seconds, your slothful clothes now mingled with his formals. One piece in particular stood out to you, his boxers. He had done it, and you looked down to see the various straps hugging him nicely.

"Too small?" They looked like the aftermath of attempting to strangle a swan. Something so elegant as him weighed down by the brutality of sexual thirst.

"Maybe, if a little in the front," Edward gave a half-effort smile and a small laugh to go with the comment. Unlike Edward, the venomously teasing words left a lot to be desired.

"I'm serious!" You shoved him away, watching him take a few steps back and stretch the elastic conforming to his sculpted thighs and cadaverous backside, filling out like binary crescent moons. You couldn't fathom that, even stumbling, he made it look intentionally graceful. You flopped onto your bed, the cushion acting as quicksand as your sluggishness returned from being abruptly woken up. Though, you trudged on, determined to stay awake. If a man such as Edward had forgone sleep for decades and still looked the way that he did, then you could do it for one night.

His hands reached down to the crotch, which was the only piece of fabric actually covering something, and he readjusted it, "I'm just not used to it, is all."

"But I could definitely get used to that view," you joked, watching him spin around like a puppy-dog chasing its tail as he tried to fix one of the straps in the back. "Now, all I need is that baseball jersey to go with it. When I see that, you can suck me dry."

Edward found himself wading on his knees over lumps of mattress, "Speaking of. . . I hope you're not tired."

With a knee on either side of you—which to his unbecomingly hairy thighs and thin straps hooking around to his backside and to the thin belt encircling his lean hips—you answered him in defense, saying damn near anything to get to the furtive confines made of cloth and elastic, "I couldn't be. You're my nightmare—my adrenaline."

"Then you should start fighting me," he leaned down to whisper. But the tiredness bordering his bold contingence in your mind kept you down, and Edward physically preventing you from getting up didn't make it much easier. He sat, straddling your torso with enough care to make the pressure applied known, but not daunting, "If you can, that is."

"Why would I? You never take the opportunity to do anything fun," you whined.

He kept his face close to yours, looking it over as he remarked: "Risking your pretty face sounds fun?"

You refused to let up on the feeling. A relationship was more than words and vague actions of romance like showing up at your house at midnight. You simply wanted a little more. "I just wish we could have some more contact during a time like this."

"No one wants to go to space when they first see it; they just stare, mesmerized by stars and light in the sky. Let me have that—let me give you that," he begged.

"Sometimes it feels like you're all talk," you spat with a passion. Edward was easy to love for his profound outlook on things thanks to his time spent in various places, but it became easy to hate when that was all he offered at certain moments. But, to your surprise, he caved.

"Then you do it. Tell me everything you would do if you had dictative will over me."

In what seemed like a rebuttal, he pulled himself out of the jockstrap from the side. You could see a light gathering of hair around the pubic bone, easily identifiable by the thin area due to the absence of excess fat.

You paused, taking a moment to think. Even then, you struggled to string together something to say, "I'd. . . taste you? Fuck, Ed, I don't know how to phrase it."

"No that's good, keep going," he seemed to like the effort, at least. He went from a half-chubbed cock to something harder with the ability to bob in the air on its own for a few seconds.

You decided on what you would do, answering him with certainty, "I would—I would kiss you. All over—everywhere."

"Everywhere?" He asked, tugging thoroughly at himself. He ensured that his hand met the base and worked its way up to the tip in a screwing motion, twisting around his shaft for a heightened sense of pleasure.

"Every imperfect fold and bit of skin that sparkles, Ed." He liked that idea, too. Edwards face twisted from it's set of gorgeous placement to a strong expression of pleasure.

"What else?" He huffed out, feigning a loss of breath. Maybe, he was simply putting on a show.

"What do you want to hear?" You watched his thin core falsely heave in a breath and exude it, cold wind emanating from him as he let out a moan. It was a show, but it was a damn good one. His own ideas got to his head before you could say anything to make them enticing.

"What if we got a house one day? What would I come home to?"

"Me, your undoubtedly happy partner, waiting inside a small house. White pickets on the lawn, cloudy days with the blinds shut—we can't have anyone knowing you're a vampire," you laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, "The two of us would likely be crowned 'the weirdos in Forks,' and there would be long-running rumors about how no one goes in and comes out alive. The neighbors see us every now and then, but we're reclusive, spending every night and day making love, Ed. We'll give ourselves up to instincts and love."

"And when we are making love?" The motion of his hand picked up speed, but not to the degree of his running feats, rather, only a bit faster than what you could average when you were pent up. Though, you weren't nearly as big as him. You used it as a reference for your last point.

"I'll wear one of your shirts—that button-down right over there, coated in your scent, but you can still smell the red ocean inside me. We'll kiss, like I said, a lot. And I think for my first time with you, I'd want to swallow your. . . venom. Make you feel like you're human again."

That's when he came, spewing his own, cold release over your chest and a bit spraying on to your sheets, staining it with him. You noticed that the color was a bit darker than the regular human dickspit, but it was an extension of him in his most raw form. Edward sped over to fish out his shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor. He came over, carefully dabbing up his mess and tossing the shirt to you when he was finished. He remarked to himself, "Wash it, or not. I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I won't judge cleanliness."

You started drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, disappearing to a place Edward couldn't wander to. He hastily asked one last question, "Did you mean everything you said?"

"Every time you ask."

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Bruce Wayne x male!reader

I was reading one of the blogs I follow and read about a Mafia!Bruce Wayne and his hubby. I have to admit, I liked it so I thought I was going to write about Mafia!Bruce Wayne. And that blog is @xmalereader who has great oneshots, go check it out! Fun fact, that was also the first blog I followed when I joined Tumblr. But enough of my explanation, lets get on with the oneshot.

Summary: Mafia boss Bruce Wayne hosts a gala where his introverted husband (Y/N) makes an appearance. Bruce is there to make sure that everything goes smoothly for his first public appearance.

Warnings: Mentions of mafia business, Bruce being soft for his husband, (Y/N) being an introvert.

Bruce finished up his work so he could give his undivided attention to his husband (Y/N). Bruce knew that this gala was going to be slightly overwhelming, well not slightly, rather very overwhelming. His (Y/N) is an introvert who doesn't really like people and social interacting. Bruce loved everything about his husband and that didn't bother him.

He still wonders how he managed to get such a beautiful and a great husband. (Y/N) knew that Bruce is the biggest mafia boss in Gotham city and he knew what Bruce was doing, he wasn't clueless about it. Bruce being honest with him on one of their dates made (Y/N) stop and reconsider, but Bruce treated him so well, respected his boundaries and (Y/N) had fell for him soon after.

Bruce walked to their shared bedroom to get changed for the gala. He heard the shower and smiled. He was finally going to show off his husband to the world. He took off his T-shirt and went to the wardrobe to look for the he prepared for the night. It was all black suit, the color that (Y/N) said made him real handsome.

Bruce smirked as he heard the shower stopping. Once he heard the door open he stepped out to see his husband with a towel around his waist. (Y/N) was drying his hair and blushed once he saw a shirtless Bruce eyeing him like a hunter getting ready to take his prey.

" Bruce... " (Y/N) huffed, looking away blushing.

" There is no need to be embarrassed because you are a gorgeous. " Bruce said walking up to his husband, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s waist.

" Would you like me to dry your hair darling? "

(Y/N) nodded and Bruce let him go to get the hairdryer for his husband. Once he came back, he moved to stand between (Y/N)'s legs and plugged the hairdryer in. (Y/N) leaned his head on Bruce's chest, making sure to recharge his batteries for the gala. Bruce smiled and dried his husbands hair. (Y/N) always liked to touch Bruce in any way possible. And not in the sexual way. Just hand holding, hugs... Because Bruce is a walking heater and (Y/N) is always cold.

" Are you ready for the gala? " Bruce asked.

" No. "

Bruce chuckled as he put the hairdryer back in the bathroom.

" It won't be that bad. I will be with you the entire time and you can always leave, just let me know before okay? " Bruce asked hugging his husband close to himself.

(Y/N) nodded and Bruce leaned down to give him a kiss. (Y/N) lifted his head up and kissed Bruce. It was a soft and slow kiss. Bruce fell in love with his husband even more.

" Okay, we should get changed, guests are coming soon. "

(Y/N) sighed and moved away with a pout.

" I know what you are doing, don't pout at me because it won't work. "

(Y/N) rolled his eyes with a smile and stood up to go to the closet to change into his own suit. Bruce smiled at his husband's behavior. He really loves this man.

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(Y/N) took a sip of his drink as some people left to talk to somebody else. Bruce wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

" And? "

" I want to go upstairs and watch Netflix. "

" It's been an hour honey. "

" And? "

Bruce snorted quietly and nuzzled his nose against (Y/N)'s cheek.

" Thank you for doing this for me honey. "

" It's a two way street Bruce. "

Bruce hummed and gave (Y/N) a quick peck on the lips.

" But I know you are not a fan of such big gatherings, so you stepped out of your comfort zone to make me happy. "

(Y/N) smiled and took a sip of his drink.

" Tell me, what do you want me to do to compensate for this? "

" Hmmm... I will think about it. "

Bruce nodded already knowing that (Y/N) he would like to spend couple of evenings in with him cuddling. Maybe even start a new TV-show or watch a movie.

He stayed behind watching as (Y/N) went to get some food. He really has the greatest husband ever. What did he do to deserve him? Bruce often thought of him as a sunshine and of himself? He thought he was his protector. The one who would protect that happiness. And he would be the only one to see that happiness.

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(Y/N) sighed happily as the gala was finished. He told Bruce before he went, just as promised.

He was took the suit off quickly and changed into his pajamas. Well, more like Bruce's since he, 'borrowed' Bruce's shirt and some warm sweatpants. He brushed his teeth and moved into the bed, waiting for Bruce to come and wrap him in his arms.

Bruce wasn't far either. He said goodbye to the last guests and quickly went to the bedroom. He stopped once he entered and smiled at the sight of his husband. Bruce knew that (Y/N) took his clothes, but he didn't mind.

He changed into pajamas himself and brushed his teeth and then crawled into bed next to his husband. (Y/N) opened his eyes and smiled at Bruce.

" Did I wake you up? " Bruce asked, gently caressing (Y/N)'s face.

" You didn't. I was simply resting my eyes. "

Bruce chuckled quietly and brought his husband closer to himself.

" How did you like it? "

" It was good, but right now, I am going to need a couple of days of off any social events. This exhausted my social batteries. "

" You have social batteries? " Bruce asked.

(Y/N) huffed and pouted. Bruce kissed (Y/N)'s lips. They both melted into the kiss. Once Bruce pulled away (Y/N) nuzzled his head onto the pillow. Bruce gently brought his husband close and put (Y/N)'s head onto his shoulder.

" Night hun. "

" Night B. "

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They got inspiration from the fic I wrote; you can read it HERE!

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Actors/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

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sivyera's masterlist

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Started: 08/06/22

Last Updated: 05/04/24

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Marvel ↴

Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

Dating Doctor Strange would include..

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

We weren't meant to be, so let me go. (Sinister Strange x reader)

Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

coming soon...

Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

Dating Namaari would include..

My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

Ian Lightfoot having a crush on you would include..

Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

Dipper Pines│Fluff Alphabet

The Basketball Diaries ↴

Dating Jim Carroll would include...

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes↴

Dating Blue eyes would include...

Blue eyes│Fluff Alphabet

Peter Pan 2003↴

Dating Peter Pan would include...

Peter pan being obsessed with you would include...

Vis a Vis (Locked Up)↴

Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

Dating Ming Lee would include..

My Little Pony ↴

my MLP headcanons!

Lego Ninjago movie ↴

Dating Jay Walker would include...

Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

Cuddling with Jimmy Smith Jr HCs

Dating Jimmy Smith Jr would include..

Don’t worry (Jimmy Smith Jr x reader)

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc’s

The Collector↴

Dating Arkin O’Brien would include...

Rise of the Guardians↴

Dating Jack Frost would include...

DATING HEADCANONS WITH BUNNYMUND FROM RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Team Fortress 2 ↴

Dating Scout/Jeremy would include...

Inception ↴

Dating Robert Fischer would include..

Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

Chain the Night. (Robert Fischer x reader)

American Pie ↴

Dating American pie characters would include...

The Devil All the Time↴

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include…

The Treasure Planet ↴

coming soon...

IT 2017↴

your lips, my lips. apocalypse. (henry bowers x reader)

Saltburn ↴

game 00.1 (felix catton x reader)

Rampage 2018 ↴

Dating Harvey Russell would include..

WRECK - IT RALPH ↴

Dating Sergeant Calhoun would include...

PEN15 ↴

Dating PEN15 characters would include...

SAW ↴

coming soon...

The Batman 2022↴

coming soon...

Fate: The Wings Saga↴

coming soon...

After↴

coming soon...

Actors/Celebrity ↴

Dating male celebrities would include...

Cillian Murphy

Fluff alphabet  

‘Morning’   

Electric touch

Dating Cillian Murphy would include..

Elizabeth Olsen

Dating Elizabeth Olsen would include..

Beautiful 

Sam Worthington

coming soon...

Britain Dalton

coming soon...

Alex Høgh Andersen

Alex Høgh Andersen│Fluff alphabet

Robert Pattinson

coming soon...

Eminem

Dating Eminem would include...

DISNEY/PIXAR/DISNEY CHANNEL and OTHER CARTOONS ↴

Dating PJ Duncan would include..

Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

Disney princesses and their sexualities, my headcanons

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc’s

love headcanons for the great prince | bambi

cinnamon girl (frozen 2 elsa x northuldra reader)

puck and pirouette (inside out 2 riley andersen x fem!reader)