theunreliableorc

[theunreliableorc]

YES I AM!! I wish they have a Ao3 flag in the emojis section it would have been a good time to use it.

[theunreliableorc]

LUFFY MY KING!! 👑

[theunreliableorc]

I’m not stopping till he has twelve of them. Anyway I believe I am overly freaked out.

[theunreliableorc]

Is this seat taken?

Bruce Wayne x reader smut

MINORS DNI 18+

triggers: smut, thigh fucking, squirting

notes -- guys, TYSM for so much engagement on my first post, here's another. hope I'll have time to write more soon!

BATMAN is the peak of human physique. Standing at an enviable 6"2, packed with muscle and strength, every tendon in his body maxed out to be able to withstand as much damage as possible. Seeing as he goes out every night to beat up criminals and get hit in the head 20 times, he spends many hours in the Batgym, lifting weights, doing reps for hours, stretching and running and forcing his body through even harsher conditions.

BATMAN has worked hard to be as physically fit as he is, and he's definitely proud of it. His torso is the shape of an upside-down dorito chip, huge broad shoulders, and abs you could wash laundry on. He's not the biggest fan of manscaping, though he has logged the hours whenever he plans another Brucie Wayne scandal. Usually he keeps a small smattering of dark hair on his chest, for masculinity purposes.

BATMAN is by no means top-heavy, and he has never skipped leg day. He trains his legs to be able to support his weight, and probably other peoples' as well, either as Batman or Bruce Wayne. He needs to be able to jump from buildings and cliffs and land properly without further injuring himself. His thighs can only be described as works of art, thickly corded with muscles. They're strong and firm, looking like they were carved by hand from marble.

BATMAN sits you on his lap, humming lowly with approval when you sit your cute ass on those thighs, feeling something hard start to poke you from underneath as well. You rock yourself steadily on his rock-hard thighs, whimpering from the stimulation to your mound. He nudges a knee in between your thighs, spreading them. Despite his body being all muscles and weight, he loves the softness of your body, your fat thighs, the soft belly. In his world of darkness and grit and pain, your delicateness, the creaminess of your skin reflecting your pure heart, his little light in the darkness.

BATMAN bounces you on his knee like a baby, his thigh hitting your mound with every bounce, the stimulation making your knees weak and your head dizzy. You try to clamp your legs shut to avoid the constant onslaught, but his leg force your thick thighs apart and continues without stopping. You claw at his thighs to try and catch a break but his pace is relentless. Your mound is leaking gooey slick with every bounce, and you can only let out desperate pleas and whimpers. He's brutal with his movements, refusing to give you a break.

BATMAN doesn't stop thigh fucking you until you've squirted all over his lap.

[theunreliableorc]

vacation!BRUCE WAYNE can’t stop fucking you<3

cw: NSFW 18+ MDNI !! f!reader, vaginal sex, raw sex, fingering (like for a sec tbh), creampie

wc: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble btw)

After a long day at the beach, you’re all sun-woozy- your body exhausted from the heat, limbs following your brain’s commands a liiittle too slowly. You’re sprawled out on the bed, the sound of the AC blowing almost lulling you to sleep.

You hear the shower turn off and make a mental note to yourself that you'll have to get up soon to shower next, once Bruce finishes up. See, he called dibs on the first shower, so you chose to lie on a clean towel on the bed, a hand over your eyes to block the late afternoon sun.

The bathroom door creaks open. You raise your arm slightly, blinking slowly up at Bruce “S'my turn?” you mumble, half asleep, and Bruce actually grins at you. He runs a hand through his wet hair, droplets falling everywhere, and you soak the sight up.

This man needed a vacation so badly. You were pretty sure you’ve never seen Bruce Wayne smiling so much in your life. And all it took was a little time off. Well, and fucking your brains out every change he got, apparently.

Still, it's safe to say that he was enjoying the getaway, and your heart clenches at how happy and relaxed he looks.

“Your turn.” he nods in reply, walking over to his suitcase with only a towel hanging over his waist, and you’re not tired enough so as not to peak at his ass when he walks by.

He glances back just in time to catch you staring, and chuckles under his breath when he turns to grab a pair of briefs from his bag, “Will I have to carry you there?”

You clear your throat and look away, slightly sheepish about being caught, and groan, stretching your arms above your head, “I’ll manage.. I think.”

You swear you only close your eyes for a second, but when you feel the bed dip next to you, and open them again, Bruce is already beside you wearing briefs and a white sleeveless shirt.

He smiles softly “Sorry, baby. Let me take this towel away, and you can sleep on the bed.” he says gently, tugging at the edge of the towel beneath you. You grab his forearm, shaking your head “No, no. I’ll go.” you murmur, eyelashes still feeling quite heavy. You felt as if you could still feel the heat of the sun wrapped around you like a blanket.

Bruce reaches for your jaw, his thumb rubbing up and down your cheek softly, and he leans in to kiss you, almost as if he can’t help himself.

You hum into the kiss, your fingers automatically running through his hair as you lick across his bottom lip, making him groan lowly. You smirk when you pull away, and he licks his lips, leaning down again to kiss against the side of your mouth, “You’re salty.”

You gasp out a laugh, and push him away half-heartedly as you go to stand up, “Alright, you just convinced me to get a move on.”

“Now, wait a minute.” he chuckles, catching you by the waist and pulling you back down “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” he rubs his nose against yours and presses another kiss on your lips, making you sigh out “Bruce..”

He hums and slides his tongue against yours, pulling back with a lewd pop, “I can’t help myself around you, you know that?” he rasps against your neck, licking across your skin, and you tremble, your legs crossing over his waist in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Good. I can’t either.” you confess softly, your fingers still running through his black locks.

He groans, pressing another slow kiss on your lips, hand untying your bikini from your neck and pulling the cups down to reveal your pretty tits.

He pulls back to gaze down at your chest, and you expect his eyes to darken, but Bruce looks at your chest and barks out a laugh.

You still, jaw dropping “Excuse you-”

“I’m sorry baby, there’s some seaweed on you. Here let me-” 

You look down, and sure enough, your tits are covered in sand, with small pieces of seaweed clinging to your skin. You bury your face in your hands and groan. “Oh my God. How does it get everywhere?” you hear Bruce laugh as you feel him slowly peel the pieces of seaweed off you before flicking them off to the side.

You peek between your fingers to look at him. He’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the sides in the way you love, but he’s still fully concentrated on the task at hand. Biting back a lovesick smile, you wiggle your hips a bit, “And my bottoms are still on. Wanna bet on what else I'm going to find down there once I get in the shower?”

“Probably my cum dripping down your thighs.” Bruce deadpans, and your eyes widen.

He had such a way with words.

“Don’t look at me like that. You said it like I’m going to let you go anywhere before fucking you at least once.”

“Bruce!” you laugh, “I’m all salty and gross. I have sand everywhere and apparently- I’m growing a fucking kelp forest on my tits so-” you dust your chest with your hands, palms feeling prickly from the sand on your skin, and it flies around you, falling on clean sheets. You blink up at Bruce, half expecting him to be mad about the mess, but he’s too entranced by the soft bounce of your tits to care.

He licks his lips and shrugs, “Already told you,” he bends down to press his mouth over your nipple, and you gasp, arching your back and digging your nails in his arms. “Salty’s good.” he mumbles, giving you a wink before diving on to your other nipple.

You gasp, pulling at his hair softly, but you still find enough snark in you to mess with him some more, “So is that your final answer?”

He looks up at you, quirking an eyebrow in question, nipple still in his mouth.

“The bet.”

Bruce rolls his eyes, yet his lips tug up, “It is. Actually, I'm already sure that I'll win it.”

You scoff, smiling down at him, “Oh, really. How sure?”

Bruce pulls away from your chest with a lewd pop, and his eyes trace over your features, noting the glazed look in your eyes, the way you bite your lip right then, just from him looking at you.

He tongues at his cheek and grins, “Pretty sure.”

With that, he resumes pressing kisses all over your chest, moving down to your belly, “You’re so fucking beautiful, even with sand all over you. I’ve been dying to fuck you ever since we stepped foot outside this hotel room this morning, you know that? With that flimsy little swimsuit, how could I not?”

“Fuck.” you whimper, your eyes rolling back when he thumbs at your clit over your bikini bottoms, “Is that why you were scowling at me at the beach? Did you want to fuck me then too, baby?”

He groans, nodding along, “So much.” he plants a slow kiss on your lips before pulling back and sitting back on his heels. His eyes were half-lidded, as he stared at the outline of your pussy over your bikini. He kept teasing your clit with his thumb, rubbing up and down, then suddenly pressing in on it just a liittle too hard before rubbing again. It had you circling your hips back against him.

“Fucking look at you.”

Bruce lays a soft slap on the side of your thigh, and you moan softly, “Jus’ put it in baby, c’mon. Need it so bad.”

Bruce hums, pulling his briefs down and rubbing his palm over the head of his cock, before sliding it down to the base to hold it. He shimmies just a tad closer to you and presses the head against your pussy over your bikini.

You whine, feeling him press against you, and he hisses, pushing the head deeper and seeing the material dip only slightly, refusing him entry.

“Don’t tease.” you mumble,

He chuckles lowly, pushing his cock just a tad higher, nudging at your clit, and you whine “Bruuce,”

“Could play with this pussy forever, baby.” he murmurs and bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing as he grabs your bottoms and pulls them to the side. He groans low in his throat when he sees that you're dripping for him. “God- damn. You’re-”

“Soaked? ‘S cause I was thinking about you too. Wanted to see if you’d snap, drag me further down the beach just to fuck me right there, where anyone could see.” 

Bruce’s eyes flash and his gaze snaps up to yours, jaw popping. He snarls, grabbing your jaw, his thumb and pointer finger digging into your cheeks as he leans closer, “Maybe I should just fill this smart fucking mouth instead of fucking you, huh? Bet you’d still get off on that.” he grits out, and you whimper, rolling your hips so that the head of his cock now bumps against your bare pussy.

“No, no, please. Need you in my pussy.” your voice is tantalizing, borderline sinful, and his eyes flutter, a shiver running down his back, “No one sees you like this, except for me.” he says against the side of your mouth, and you pant, nodding multiple times.

He snakes his hand down your body, rubbing two fingers over your pussy lips, before slowly pushing them inside your cunt. “Yess..” you hiss, throwing your head back, and Bruce leans down to press various kisses along the shape of your throat. The thumb that was rubbing against your cheek, now tugs at your bottom lip softly.

He pushes his fingers in your cunt two, three times, before curling them and biting softly at the skin just above your collarbone, “Say it.”

You whimper, “No one. No one, only you-!”

Bruce pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock in you without warning. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as he fills you completely, his hand letting go of your jaw just to hold your throat, not tight though, never too tight.

He moans, feeling your warm, tight little pussy hug his cock immediately. His hips push forward even though he’s already filled you to the brim, and you whine, “Too much-”

“You can take it.” He huffs, pulling back just for a second to take his shirt off, before latching on you again, hands around your throat and tits, “You always do,” he mutters, before starting his unrelenting pace.

He wasn’t fast this time, no. He went slow, and hard, making sure you felt every fucking inch, every vein of his cock inside your pussy,  every time you felt like he’d bottomed out, he’d push just a liiittle more, his balls slapping against your ass, and you’d moan brokenly, your nails digging into his shoulders and making him hiss with every thrust.

Your hands clutch at the sheets on your sides when he leans back, using the string of your bikini top still around your middle as an anchor, holding it tightly in his fist, hips rolling against your repeatedly. He stares at you hungrily, mouth open and panting as his eyes roam up and down your body.

He was so fucking good to you, but you needed more, you need it harder, so you slap a hand against his ass, your nails digging in his skin as you pull him closer against you, pushing your hips back to meet his own.

His dark chuckle turns into a filthy moan, his head dropping back at the feel of your pussy tightening up around him, “Greedy fucking cunt. Look how she’s sucking me in honey, can barely pull out.” You lean up against your elbows, wanting to watch how your pussy takes him in, how it chases him when he pulls out.

You nod, entranced by the way your pussy stretches around his thick cock, “It’s cause you’re so good to me.” you mumble, “So fucking good, Bruce.”

You look up at him just in time to watch his Adam’s apple bob, and he looks down at you as well, half-lidded eyes dancing across your own. “Yeah?” he moans lowly, and it’s borderline pornographic.

And just when you thought you could cum just like this, just from seeing him so disheveled because of you, he drops his hand flat on your lower belly, thumb dropping on your clit to rub over it, and you tense immediately, hand dropping to claw at his forearm “Bruce-”

He snarls out your name, “Fucking cum for me.” his eyes drink in the way your hips jump, body twisting as you heave, and yet you still roll your hips against him, still push back when he pulls out.

Bruce picks up the pace, chasing after your orgasm like a man starved, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss against your mouth. You thought you were kissing him back, but you were just panting and moaning against him while he soaked every sound up.

He pinches your clit suddenly, timing a hard thrust perfectly, and he stays there, pushing impossibly closer to you yet again. Your body goes taut immediately, and then the shaking begins. Your thighs tremble around his waist, your vision goes white, ears start to ring, and you can just about hear Bruce moaning and spitting out praises above you.

Pretty fucking girl. So fucking hot for me, shit. Cum for me, you can do it, I know you can. Thaaat’s it, that’s fucking it. Soaking my cock so well, baby. 

<3

“-etheart, you with me?”

Your eyelashes flutter, as you blink, letting out a satisfied whimper. You feel Bruce's hand pat your cheek softly, and you open your eyes to find him staring down at you, sweat dripping down his temple. He smiles, a dimple showing “Hey.”

You smile too, can't really help yourself, “Mm. You almost fucked me to death.” you mumble out, and he lets out a strained chuckle. “Wouldn't want that.”

It doesn't take you long to realize that he's still inside of you, still hard as a rock.

You mewl, instantly clumping down on him, and he grits his teeth, “Baby. You don't have to, you're tired-”

With a newfound strength, you prop yourself against the palm of your hands, and push Bruce back so that you're the one above him, straddling his thick thighs, his cock still snug inside you.

His hands immediately find purchase on your hips, and he squeezes your flesh in his hands appreciatively.

“I want it, I want you.” you mumble against his temple, after licking the sweat dripping down, and you can feel Bruce shiver under you, muttering a small “Fuck.”

Bruce doesn’t swear often, his patience keeping him from losing his cool, and seeing him lose it with you, gave you an extreme sense of satisfaction.

You wrap your hands around his neck, your tits getting squished against his pecs, when you tug him closer, and Bruce rubs his nose against yours, closing the gap between you.

You hum against his mouth, slowly starting to lift and lower your hips on his cock, and Bruce’s hands run up and down your back, later coming down to squeeze your ass to help guide you against him.

“You look so beautiful.” he pants against you, and one hand comes up to grab at your neck from behind, bracing you as he steals another kiss from your lips, this one deeper, more sensual. “As do you.” You whisper against spit-covered lips, your fingers threading through his hair. 

The rolling of your hips turns more aggressive, and after a while you’re practically bouncing on his cock, both you and Bruce moaning in harmony, both of you looking at where you’re joined, your cunt practically milking his cock, and the lewd squelching sound of you coming down on his cock spurs you on.

“Sweetheart go harder-”  Bruce trails off, his eyes rolling back when you reach down to cup his balls in your palm, squeezing softly.

“Like this? You ask breathlessly, your own eyes almost closing, but you force yourself to keep them open, to watch him fall apart beneath you, because of you.

“Yesss..” he grits through his teeth, pushing his hips upwards to meet your relentless pace eagerly. He grabs at your ass to lift you even higher, and now has to practically chase your pussy each time he thrusts up, but at least he successfully managed to shove his face against your tits. 

His groans and grunts, all while trailing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.

The moment Bruce buries his head against your neck and lets out a whimper low in his throat, you know that he’s just about to go over the edge.

You can't keep control of your voice now either, moaning every time the head of his cock nudges deeper and deeper inside you “Cum for me, baby, please. Want it inside, dripping out of me like you promised.”

 “Will you do that for me, Bruce?”

He pants harshly, his breath hot against your collarbone as he grabs your hip and pushes you down, his left hand keeping your leg up with a hand on the back of your thigh, pushing it against your chest. He braces his right leg up and resumes the pace you’d set with bruising thrusts against your pretty cunt. “Anything. Fu- fuck. I’ll do anything you want.”

You almost sob, as this angle allows him to reach deeper inside you, and Bruce notices, “You’re gonna cum again.” he declares breathlessly, and you shake your head, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks “I can’t, I can’tttt-”

“You can.” he grits out, “Pussy’s pulsing around me like crazy, baby. You will.”

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Fuck- sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum. Gonna cum for you, gonna give you everything.”

“Yes, yes fffucking cum inside me, need it so bad, I need it sooo badd.” you’re a blabbering mess, your voice cracking every time Bruce thrusts back inside you, and he’s no better. 

He’s groaning, his eyebrows pinched together and his hand clutching your waist like his life depends on it, and he only lets you go to rub tight circles on your swollen little clit, watching you writhe and twitch against him once more. 

You scream, throwing your head back over the edge of the bed, and Bruce follows right behind, thrusting two-three more times before pushing his hips taut against you and staying there, all while letting out the hottest moans you’ve ever heard in your life as he cums inside of you “Take it, take every single drop.” he mutters, his eyes dropping to watch your cunt take everything he’s got, his finger still drawing lazy circles on your clit, making you whine.

“S too much-”

There’s a white ring decorating the base of his cock when Bruce pulls out slowly, and it makes his jaw tick, makes him want to bend you over and give you more of him.

You mewl when you feel him slip out, and mumble something that Bruce can’t make out. 

When you open your eyes after what feels like hours, Bruce is looking at you with pure adoration in his face, a sheepish pussy-drunk grin to match his gaze, and you make a mental note right then and there to force him to go on vacations more often.

(also yeah, he won that 'bet')

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[theunreliableorc]

Bruce wayne breeding kink???

A BABY ( Bruce wayne ! )

Summary: Bruce really wants to see you carrying his baby.

pairing: Bruce wayne x fem reader

open request - dc masterlist

The days Bruce gave Alfred free nights were something they enjoyed as a couple, what could be better than having the whole mansion to themselves?

They were the only times they could go through all the rooms. The library, the gym, the study, literally everything.

His hips thrust slowly, deeply. He knows what he's doing. He knows you're on the verge after a third consecutive round, feeling him drip from your tight hole. Each thrust drags his own seed back inside, as if your body can no longer escape him.

"Bruce..." you say, but it's barely a whisper. Your fingers grip his back, marking his skin, needing him more.

“That’s it…” he growls against your ear, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Take it all. Don’t stop squeezing me like that, my love. You’re so fucking good for me…”

Every word stings like a pulse inside you. And he's still hard. He's still inside. Sweat trickles down his neck. Your legs tremble, leaving you completely dumbfounded by the pleasure he gave you as he whispered the dirtiest things anyone could ever say.

"I want you to walk around this house feeling me squirt between your legs." You arch, your body convulsing with pleasure. He feels it. He seeks it. He punishes you with every thrust. "You're going to be the mother of my child," he whispers against your ear, his words choked with pleasure. "I'm going to fill you every night if I have to... until it happens."

The wet smack, the sound of his pelvis colliding with yours, your unfiltered moans echoed throughout the room.

"You're going to wear something of mine," he whispers, barely touching your ear with his lips. "Everyone's going to know that I filled you so well with my cock."

Your legs are shaking, your body is burning. You're surrendered, open to him, body and soul. And Bruce knows it. He looks at you like you're a miracle he needs to secure, mark, claim.

His eyes, fixed on yours, are not only darkened by desire, but by a deeper, older, wilder need: that of belonging. He doesn't just love you. He wants you to be his in every possible way.

You're perfect like this... open for me, trembling for me. There's nothing more beautiful than this," he murmurs, moving a hand down to your abdomen, where his fingers rest reverently, as if he's already imagining you different, full. "What I want most... is to see you carry my baby."

His forehead rests on yours, his breathing ragged. "You're going to be such a beautiful mom."

[theunreliableorc]

Bruce Wayne! who loves to see you tremble and shiver all over his hands as he makes you cum multiple times. He‘ll be knuckles deep in your pussy as he finger fucks you, getting off on the sight of your whines. “Cmon bunny, one more for me yeah?” Your practically arched off the bed, sheets damp with your fluids as he flicks your clit, hot squirt soaking his abs. Link

Bruce Wayne! who’ll be balls deep inside your cunt, mercilessly pounding you into the mattress as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. How could he resist when you’re just so soft and pliable for him? It’ll be late into midnight and he’ll still be fucking you thin and through, good luck if you want him to stop. Link

Bruce Wayne! getting an instant boner at the sight of your body wearing a cute sun dress, the frilly fabric hugging your delicious curves as you walk around the manor. His hands immediately reach for your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he bends you over the kitchen surface. Let’s just say, you got a different ‘cream pie.’ Link

A/N sorry for the delayed post, having issues with writing rn(｡-_-｡)

[theunreliableorc]

bruce wayne is a filthy man behind closed doors. he says he never wants to hurt you, but you would say otherwise from the way he pounds into you from behind.

he’s animalistic and territorial. he claws at your sides until there are marks against your skin, slamming you up and down on his cock. his face shows no mercy as a mercilessly grin coats his mouth. “you’ve been acting up, all—fucking—day, you can’t take it now?”

even when he cums inside you, and yes, he always cums inside, he’ll leave you there with his cock deep into your insides, making sure no drop of his cum isn’t inside you. “you do sooo well with the others, how about another one?”

[theunreliableorc]

bruce wayne doesn’t hold back sometimes. he’s mean and ruthless, even when your whines and gasps fill up the room. “come on, you did all that teasing earlier, what happened?” he’s so mean and won’t put anymore than his tip in, fucking you slightly with the bump of his cockhead. “b-bruceeee..” you’ll whine to him as you try to get some friction, something, anything but he’ll just use his big hands to hold you still, leading down to your, “bad puppies don’t get what they ask for.”

[theunreliableorc]

bruce wayne picking up his much younger girlfriend from college. there have been rumors that he’s dating, lots of people at your school are aware, but they’d never believe it’s you until he pulls up in his full black BMW.

you’re with your friends when he comes in like he owes the building—wouldn’t be a shock if he did. you happily giggle as your friends pretend to hide their jealousy. all those who think they have any chance can’t compare to bruce’s threatening demeanor.

but the real fun doesn’t begin until you’re in the car. sat back against the leather seat, there’s nothing to worry about with his tinted windows. bruce doesn’t take long before his fingers trial down against your pants, nearing the hem, and finally pushing past your underwear.

“tell me everything that happened today, honey.”

it’s hard to get through it all when bruce fingers your little cunt, the noises filling up the car as you struggle to even explain what happened after your morning class.

“come on, i want to know about your day. and i’m not stopping until you finish.”

[theunreliableorc]

🖤 “Shadows and Vows” – A Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

This is my first published fanfic! Hope you who are reading this will like it!

Genre: Angst to fluff

Setting: Gotham, Wayne Manor

Warnings: Emotional repression, mentions of trauma/loss, romantic tension, arranged marriages

Ending: Warm and hopeful

Second person “you” POV

⸻

You didn’t love him.

Not when the ink dried on the marriage certificate. Not when the world clapped politely at the Wayne-Gala wedding, two well-bred strangers sealed in tradition.

Bruce didn’t love you, either.

You were a political arrangement, a merger in a tailored dress. Tied together by legacy, by family names written in stone and whispered in boardrooms. His handshake the night of your engagement was colder than Gotham’s rain.

You weren’t naïve. But you’d hoped for more than silence.

Wayne Manor was palatial. It echoed. So did the distance between you.

He slept in his wing. You in yours.

He returned bruised and late, avoiding your eyes. You heard the rumors, of course—the Bat under Gotham’s skin. You never asked. He never offered.

For weeks, your only conversations were logistical.

“You’re expected at the Wayne Foundation dinner.”

“Your father called.”

“Did you sign the contracts?”

It was like being married to a shadow. Until one night, the shadow bled.

⸻

He stumbled in at 4 a.m., the front door not even closed behind him. You met him in the hallway, silk robe clutched around you. He looked like hell—split lip, torn suit, one eye swollen.

“Bruce—what happened?!”

He blinked like he didn’t expect you to speak, let alone care. He tried to wave you off.

“Don’t. It’s nothing.”

You blocked him on the stairs.

“It’s not nothing.”

A beat passed. Then he whispered, like the words cost him something.

“This isn’t your problem. We aren’t… this isn’t real.”

That one stung more than you expected.

“It feels real when I sit alone every night wondering if you’ll make it back alive.”

“It feels real when you bleed on my goddamn floors.”

He looked up, startled. You didn’t back down.

“You don’t want a wife, Bruce. Fine. But you have one. I didn’t ask for this, either. But I’m here. And I’m not going to keep pretending that this—we—don’t exist.”

The silence afterward was thick. But his eyes finally softened, regret flickering beneath the tired armor.

“You shouldn’t care about me.”

“Too late,” you whispered.

⸻

He didn’t kiss you that night.

But he sat with you. Let you clean his wounds in the dim light of the study.

And he stayed in your wing.

Just that night.

Then the next.

Then the next.

⸻

It was slow.

Bruce Wayne didn’t unravel easily. He’d spent years weaving himself into a fortress.

But you learned to speak to him in small things: a hand on his arm during a fundraiser. Coffee waiting when he came home. Quiet warmth when he didn’t have words.

He started to notice.

He brought you books he thought you’d like. Remembered your favorite wine. Stood too close in the hallway, and didn’t move away.

He started to smile.

And one night, as you stood on the balcony together watching Gotham flicker below, he finally said:

“I used to think I didn’t deserve this. That loving someone meant putting them in danger. But you… you remind me what I’m fighting for.”

He turned to you, earnest and raw.

“I wasn’t ready when we married. But I’m ready now. If you’ll still have me.”

You smiled—soft, steady.

“You’re already mine, Bruce Wayne.”

⸻

That night, he kissed you like a promise.

And for the first time, the manor didn’t feel like a cage.

It felt like home.

[theunreliableorc]

gagged and bagged!

i originally started writing this for caleb of lads, but changed my mind. also i wasnt thinking of a specific actor in mind while i was writing this so imagine who u want.

cw // yandere behavior kidnapping, drugging, implied pregnancy, peter has lost his marbles, kinda ooc peter... kinda, (pls lmk if i missed anything)

yandere peter parker x afab!reader

"the best way for you to be safe is to stay by my side."

you were in the middle of an unfamilar living room. you couldn't move your limbs, tied down to a chair. your vision clears as you spot a familiar empire state sweatshirt on the couch. "...peter?"

"you awake, (y/n)?" his hands are rough and calloused, but gentle as he pets your cheek. you jump, unaware that he was next to you.

"what-what're you doing?" your voice is hoarse, having been drugged and knocked out for the past however-long-it's-been. "where... where am i?" peter laughs a little.

"you've been out for a while." he looks at you, eyes softening, "we're in my apartment. you put up a little bit of a fight so i had to take a couple drastic measures." he chuckles, awkwardly. peter moves to kneel in front of you, he holds up a glass of water.

you scowl, "did you put something in that too?"

"i... no, i-i didn't do anything to it. it's plain water, i promise." peter moves closer, pressing the glass to your lips. you part your lips slightly, letting the water cool your scratchy throat. he takes his sleeve to wipe your face and you flinch. peter pouts, "don't be like that, please. you know me."

you look at the chair you're tied down in before looking back at him with a scowl, "apparently, i don't."

peter rests his face in your lap and you fidget, uncomfortable. the two of you sit in silence. you could feel his breath on your thighs and you squirm, trying to loosen the binds.

you sigh, not feeling the rope give, "what's going on, peter? what... why? why am i here? why are you doing this to me?"

peter takes a breath before looking up at you. his eyes shined with tears and you feel your heart clench at the sight. "i'm sorry, i-i didn't want to, but... after you rejected me, i lost control." you furrow your eyebrows at his confession and peter squeezes your thighs, "please, don't leave me, (y/n). i can't be apart from you any longer, i can't- i don't want to live in a world where you're not with me."

you frown, watching the tears flow down his face. you couldn't remember what the hell he was talking about, "peter... i don't-"

"i swore to myself that i'd keep you safe and the safest place you could be is next to me, (y/n). so please.... choose me." peter pulls out a box from his jacket pocket and your eyes widen.

"wait-pete-"

"(y/n)... please... let me devote my life to you, as your protector and your husband." he pauses, opening the box, "will you marry me?" peter stares at you with a grin, tears trickling down his face. your eyes settle on the ring, eerily similar to a ring you had saved to your phone a couple weeks ago. you look back at peter and watch his smile falter at your hesitation.

"pete, y-you kidnapped me and now you're proposing?" you stare at the brown-eyed man, incredulous.

"I DIDN'T- THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M DOING." peter stands, eyes wide. "I'M TRYING TO PROVE TO YOU-" he takes a breath, calming himself down. "i'm showing you how much i love you, (y/n). w-why can't you see that?" peter grits his teeth, fists clenching. you stare at him, unable to recognize your friend.

you shake your head, scoffing, "you're unbelievable. let me out of this and i'll think about not pressing char-"

"no." peter kneels once more, grabbing your hand, "i want your answer now, (y/n)." he tilts his head and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand. his grip on your hand tightens the longer you take to answer.

something felt wrong. everything about this was already wrong, but you knew that something was deeply wrong with the man in front you. and there was only one answer that could get you out of this somewhat safely.

you swallow your nerves, "fine. i'll..." you grimace, "i-i'll marry you." peter kisses your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger. he makes quick work of the ties and lifts you into his arms. you clutch his shirt as he spins you around.

"do you like the ring? it's custom-made. i made sure to get something similar to your normal jewelry, but i-" he looks away, ears tinting red, "-hope it hasn't changed too much." he doesn't wait for your response, settling you down on the couch.

"how'd you know what kind of-" you pause, fearing his answer, "i-it's perfect." you try to smile at him and he grins, ignoring your obvious discomfort.

"what about the house? i know it looks empty right now, but-" you look around the empty room, "-we can decorate together," peter sits down next to you, wrapping around you. you try to wiggle, but his grip tightens. "i bought it for us, to really be a couple." you could feel yourself starting to panic. "now no one can interupt our time together." he continues, "you like it, right?"

"y-yeah! it's..." peter stares at you, expectantly, "c-could you show me around, pete?" you force yourself to smile as tears prick your eyes.

peter kisses your cheek, "of course, babe," he picks you up once more and you let him, not trusting your ability to walk at the moment. he shows you around each room, explaining why he thought the house was perfect. he takes you up the stairs with ease, not breaking a sweat.

you look down the hallway to see two bedrooms and you feel slightly more relaxed. "are we sleeping seperately then?"

peter laughs, "what? no, no. two bedrooms, one for us and this one-" he walks over to the bedroom and your heart sinks. the room was a soft yellow, decorated in small animals and a crib in the middle.

you feel bile rising to your throat and you clasp a hand over your mouth. he sets you down, mistaking your disgust for joy. peter pulls you close, placing a hand over your stomach. he looks back to you, devotion in his eyes, "this one's for our future."

[theunreliableorc]

just married!

i dont like this one as much as i liked calebs or ricks, but lmk if u see the vision or dont, thats okay too :( anyway i wanna write more dc stuff i also wanted to add the kids in more to show how they really like y/n but i wasnt sure how to tie it in bleh (lowkey wanna write more stuff like suppressed feelings too.... but alas time is not on my side)

cw // kidnapping, drugging, usual yandere behavior, dilf bruce wayne

yandere bruce wayne x f!reader

"congrats!"

"welcome to the new mrs. wayne!"

"omg (y/n) why didn't you say you got married!!!! congrats babe!!!!"

"congrats queen!!"

"many happy days to you and your husband!!"

your post was flooded with congratulations and well wishes, and you stare at your phone, confused. 'married? mrs. wayne?' you groan, getting up from bed. dealing with this will have to wait till after work. you resolve yourself to question your friend in the evening when you go to wayne manor.

you get ready quickly, your head pounding from the stress. you make your way out the door only to be hounded by cameras. 'fuck'

"mrs. wayne! mrs. wayne! how long have the two of you been married!" "when did bruce wayne propose!" "how-" "what-" "why-"

the flashing of lights, the microphones shoved in your face. you slammed the door closed as soon as you processed the situation. you close all your blinds and deadbolt your door, while simultanously calling your so-called friend as fast as you could. the phone doesn't ring long.

"(y/n)-"

"what the fuck did you do." you seethe.

"listen-" bruce's voice is calm, infuriating you even more.

you grit your teeth, rubbing your temples as you speak, "NO. you listen, you tell everyone that you made a mistake and take down this bullshit article about us being married. now, bruce."

"it's not bullshit, (y/n)." bruce is calm, speaking to you as if you're a child. "i'll send the kids over to deal with the press, so don't worry-"

you scoff, "i'm not sure why you're pulling this stunt, bruce, but it's not fucking funny. i'm not married and most definitely not to you."

bruce sighs, "just sit tight, okay? i'll be right there and we'll talk about it."

"talk about it? TALK ABOUT-" he hangs up before you could finish yelling. you let out a scream in frustration, stopping around your place. "FUCKING BITCH ASSHOLE FUCK YOU" you tire yourself out and you flop down onto the couch, shoving your face into the cushions. 'why is this happening to me?' you sob, crying yourself to sleep.

you don't wake up for a while, not even as a cool hand brushes through your hair, nor when soft lips press against your own. you lean into the cold, feeling soothed by strong hands carrying you. you don't wake up, too comforted by the gentle touch against your hot skin.

your eyes open the next morning, in a familiar room and a familiar house. you blearily look over to your side and see the face that's causing all this trouble. "bruce?" your mind clears with your vision, and you scramble off the bed. you notice in the mirror that he had changed you into one of his shirts, sending chills down your spine.

bruce grumbles, waking up at your noise, "it's early, come back to bed."

"no. no. explain, bruce. what the actual fuck is going on." bruce blinks at you before sighing.

"come sit on the bed and we'll talk." bruce pats the bed as he sits up. you hesitate before tentatively sitting on the bed. "i love you, (y/n)." he grabs your hand, "you've brought light into my life, to the kids, to everyone here. i didn't want to spend another moment away from you." bruce smiles at you as the sun peeks behind the curtains. you used to look at this man with wonder and care, but now... all you could feel was fear.

"bruce." you stay firm, snatching your hand out of his grip, "as... flattered as i am, this doesn't explain why everyone's saying we're married or why i'm in your bed." you grit your teeth.

bruce frowns, almost annoyed at your questions, "because we are married." you start to protest and he raises a hand. "you signed the papers with me... you don't remember?" bruce raises an eyebrow at you and you furrow yours in return.

"i didn't sign anything, bruce. i don't know what-"

"two weeks ago, i proposed to you after we had dinner together. i waited a week in case you changed your mind, but it's too late now." he pulls you into his lap as you think.

it was a peaceful. all the kids were out with friends or in their own apartments, so you and bruce finally had time to catch up. the two of you made quiet small talk as you eat. alfred had long since gone to bed and you were digging into dessert. once the both of you had stuffed yourself, the two of you rested in bruce's office. bruce had poured himself a glass of whiskey and had offered you some, but you declined.

"oh shit." bruce stares at the glass in realization.

you sit up, worried, "what?"

he laughs, wearily, "i have a meeting in the morning. if i drink now, i won't be able to wake up..." he rubs his temples, "lucius is going to be so pissed."

"can't you just... pour it back in?" he stares at you, incredulous, and you pout.

"(y/n), this is expensive stuff. i can't just pour it back in. it'll ruin the quality." he huffs and you snort.

"alright, give it to me, i'll drink it. i have the day off tomorrow anyway." you shrug and bruce hesitates. "give it before i change my mind, idiot." you roll your eyes and bruce chuckles, handing the glass to you. you down the alcohol in one go and shiver at the taste. "that tasted like shit. you said this was expensive?" bruce laughs at your remark, coming closer to sit next to you. before long, exhaustation creeps up to you and you fall asleep on bruce's shoulder.

"y-you drugged me?" you shove yourself off the man and he rolls his eyes.

"drugged is a stretch. you signed the papers, (y/n)." bruce cracks his knuckles, ignoring your tantrum.

"no, you fucking drugged me and then forged my fucking SIGNATURE." you scream, stomping your foot in anger. bruce stands up, his eyes narrow.

"don't be a child, (y/n). you'll wake the whole house up." bruce grabs your arm. "we're married because i love you. the kids adore you. alfred respects you. what more can you want?" bruce's eyes search your face, desperate for your understanding.

"i-i can't." you try to push him away, but his grip tightens.

"why? why not? is it money? i'm a goddamn billionaire, (y/n). you only need to point and whatever it is, it's yours." bruce begs you and you look away. how do you explain to him what he did was wrong... 'was it really that wrong?' you try to shake the thought away.

"i- i don't like you like that, bruce. you're... you're just a friend." you try to pull your arm away, but his grip doesn't loosen.

bruce's eyes darken and you pull harder, "you'll learn to love me like i love you, (y/n). just give it time. it'll be so much easier for you to be with me." you stop fighting as he continues, "you'll never need to work ever again, i'll take care of everything for you."

"bruce, i just- i'm-" you're not sure what to say. what could you say? 'everyone knows by now, so it won't be easy to annul the marriage...' you feel your head start to ache once more.

"i did what i had to for you, (y/n). you-" he pulls you into a hug, "-are my reason. my heart. my light. my everything." his cold touch soothed your pain once more and you lean into his embrace. bruce kisses your shoulder, "you don't have to love me back, just let me love you."

"are you sure this is the right thing to do, bruce?" dick stares at bruce.

"informing everyone before her will make it easier for me. make it harder for her to leave." bruce continues to type away at the batcomputer, still in his armor. he had to send out the news now, so you'll reach out to him right in the morning.

"so we go in after (y/n) calls and chase away the vultures." bruce nods as dick recounts the plan.

"everything will work out, dick. my wife is a forgiving person." bruce smiles.

dick rolls his eyes, "am i the only one with sense here?"

bruce ignores dick, "even if it takes her awhile, she'll understand why we did this for her." damian nods along with bruce's words and dick looks over to alfred, who sighs exasperated.

"and if she doesn't?" dick leans on the desk, eyebrows raised.

bruce stops typing, looking over to his son, "she will."

[theunreliableorc]

let him sleep well!!

[theunreliableorc]

memories of a blue spring