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hanasnx · 4 months

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brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like it’s no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they don’t even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it… -🍓

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguin’s latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesn’t make the news, but an age gap does.

You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why he’s so dangerous, he’s such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, he’s the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. He’s so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like you’re asking for it later.

To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce won’t get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.

One time when you’ve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and you’re excited, but in a much realer sense there’s a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, he’s terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if he’d had it his way a lady wouldn’t wait on a gentleman. You’ve already fantasized this might be it, he’s finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps he’s getting ready so he’ll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.

Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruce’ll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he won’t be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. You’ve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath you—

“… and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.”

“Don’t worry, birdboy, I won’t tell your old man—“

Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.

Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair that’s grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.

“Oh,” DICK GRAYSON says. He’s no stranger to walking in on something he shouldn’t see. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Nice outfit.” JASON TODD adds, and you can tell he’s making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.

Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. “We just have to… get something.” He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.

The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. “What’re you doing here, missy? You look a little young.” Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.

“Yeah, are you looking for someone?” Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.

You hesitate to say anything, you don’t know these people. “I’m waiting on someone.” A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didn’t help.

“You’re not a hooker, are you?” Jason’s blunt nature shines through in his question, not that he’s intrigued or judgmental, just curious.

Your first instinct is to be offended he’d say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. “What? No! And—!” It dawns on you that you shouldn’t put down sex work, you’re overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. “It wouldn’t matter if I was.” you say, quieter this time.

“Sure, it does. I’ve got cash on me.” Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.

“Jason, shut up. She doesn’t know you’re trying to get under her skin.” Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesn’t notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. “Whoever you’re waiting on is a lucky guy.” he says, and by his tone you’re unsure if it’s a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second you’re weak in the knees.

A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. “She’s with me.” Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. “Jason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.”

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dcxdpdabbles · 9 months

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Dc x DP: Vague Threats

Danny Fenton gets a full ride to Gotham University, thanks to the Wayne Foundation. He won the scholarship after submitting his research on purple-back gorillas, seeing as the zoo incident had led to him wanting to study zoology after being a astronaut was out.

He was surprised that Gotham University had one of the best programs in zoology in the whole country, but that may be due to Bruce Wayne funding the whole department because his youngest loves animals.

In any case, he is expected to participate in specific requirements to keep his scholarship. Things like community service hours, GPA averages, and attendance to Wayne Galas.

Now community service isn't hard. He volunteers at an animal shelter. His GPA isnt hard, he has a 4.0 because when he cares, he is brilliant. No what's hard is the Galas.

He has to attend a total of 2. The scholarship fundraiser is unarguable, and another Gala of his choice. Danny has avoided the second one as best he can, and he knows it's to get rich people to donate so he can keep studying but the Galas are suffocating.

Mainly Danny stands in a corner invisible after the first 30 minutes, allowing himself to become visible when people start questioning where he is. He has to, otherwise he is acussed of not being there.

Danny is doing that when Bruce Wayne and his butler stop right before him and talk about the batcave.

Danny blinks, his eyebrow-raising higher and higher as they mutter details of a case. Then Bruce tells his butler to cover for him so he can go out. Danny follows and watches the man disappear down a clock, further investigation leads him to the Batcave.

So Bruce Wayne....is Batman. Huh. Welp that has nothing to do with Danny.

He returns to the party, appearing only four times, and heads home. The following morning he finds out Batman, along with Nightwing and Red Robin, had put a stop to a gang fight.

He thinks of how tired Bruce must be, and so as he's cleaning the dog cages gets an idea. He finishes his work for the day, goes to his house, and opens his miniature portal into the ghost zone to buy some teas and soap Baths.

The ghost zone products have an amazing effect on humans to help heal them faster thanks to the pure ectoplasm. He puts together a gift basket for everyone in the Wayne family- including the butler- and sends them to Wayne Manor through a ghost vulture.

He just wanted to thank them for all their hard work to keep him and the city safe. Mody Dick, knows he would have appreciated it when he was still acting as Phantom back in Amity Park.

He includes thank you letters each, including specific examples of how they have help the city both in and out of costume.

Danny then goes to his next lecture class with a pat on his shoulder. He feels so good about it, he decides to send them every other week.

Across the city, the Wayne are panicking that someone just sent them all a basket with a very vague threat of exposing their identities. They scramble to find the person who found out, but with no leads or evidence, they can only pray that whoever found them out wouldn't hurt their loved ones.

The personal threats only made them more uneasy. Are they being followed? How close have they gotten to have such details?

Tim Drake is determined to find the person responsible.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Vague threats #Danny didnt think it through

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thesuperiorrobin · 8 months

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𝐈𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥~

Pairing: Husband!Damian Wayne x Wife!Reader

Word count: 759

Warning: suggestive at the very end

People know you and Damian belong together, no doubt about it. With making your relationship public and years later your marriage, which was also the talking gossip around Gotham for a month or two, everyone knows. But some people are too stubborn to the fact, you learn that very early in your relationship when women would just throw themselves at your lover's arm clinging to him as he tries to pray them off with an annoying expression, thinking that the son of Bruce Wayne would have the same Playboy persona just like his father, but they’re wrong forgetting the Damian Wayne is in fact, the most loyal man when it had came down to your dating and now marriage.

He would rather be with you than any other woman on earth, and for some, it was hard to face reality. You’re grown used to it over the years. But sometimes it just grows a spark inside of you. Much like tonight, in the Wayne manor that now belongs to the two of you. After Bruce’s retirement, it’s now Damian’s job to throw those galas and charity events, much to his dismay.

Secretly you do the work because he wasn’t given the gift of organization at all. So now you stand back, watching everyone. Happy with the way the nights going as you sip on your glass of champagne, it’s different front the rest. Damian thinks you deserve better than the champagne and wine that’s given out to the others. You spot his brothers in the crowd and other familiar faces that belong to a few close friends. The last face you spot was your husband, chatting away with men from his workplace. A forced smile on his face. It makes you chuckle, as a kid he hated them, and even as an adult he still does. But it’s more tolerable, well kinda.

You spot a random woman stumbling towards the ground of men, obviously sober as she tries to act intoxicated for the hell of it. She leaps for Damian’s arm that’s on his side, ignoring the one that holds his drink. He doesn’t shake her off, instead, he lets out a fake laugh along with the others around him.

That’s new you thought.

This went on for more than ten minutes which was a surprise. Normally it would’ve taken him less than five to shake them off, but instead, he’s standing there letting it happen. Which was a surprise. They’re having conversations, sometimes other people would chime in here and there.

Damian says something you can’t hear, and the woman laughs, giggling loudly to the point where you can hear her from the other side of the room. She laughs like it was the funniest thing she’s heard all night.

The horrendous laughter dies down, and she stares. Directly at you. She stares at you with a sly grin that paints her red lips. You frown and glare, gripping your glass. Almost breaking it until one of the servants comes up to you and offers you another drink, which you gladly take without a second thought.

The glare you send is hard, most people can sense it, the chilling aura that spills from you. Damian’s quick to sense it, he’s good at it, with a quick look towards you as you stare down at his arm— he gives you a genuine grin. He shakes off the women.

“Apologies. My presence is needed elsewhere” he gives a side eye down “with my wife” The woman was not happy, pouting as he watched her target leave her sight. But she puts on a facade and leaves, probably off to find another arm to cling on.

There’s a shit-eating grin plaster on his face when he walks up to you, and all you could do is roll your eyes—taking a big sip out of your drink in your hand.

“Zawjati?” he called out “Why are you here all by yourself?”

“You just seemed a little busy with your groups of friends” you hum “I didn’t want to ruin it”

The grin on his face softens, arm stretched out towards you, and you take his warm hand without a second thought. “Don’t be jealous” he chuckles “Everyone knows I’m all yours”

“Why would I be jealous?” You scuff, he was right but you would never admit that to his face. You lean into him closer, bringing him down to your level—lips brushing up against his ear “When I’m the one that ends up taking you straight to the bedroom right after every time”

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne headcanon #damian scenarios #damian wayne x you

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gleasonlovesjasontodd · 3 months

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You first meet Jason at a Wayne Gala you attended with your parents as your parents did business for Bruce news outlets talking about the Playboy billionaire adopting a new son. The next day Jason ended up being in most of your classes and when you walked into class he happened to be sitting in the empty seat next to you. He gave you a small smile and you smiled back at him sitting next to him It was that day you became best friends with him immediately bonding over books as he saw the book in your backpack saying "That's a good choice I also love Jane Austen". Both of y’all would spend hours going to the library together laughing at things in the books and people looking at you both annoyed and being told to hush until you both got kicked out and that’s when jason showed you the library in the manor and that would become both of y’all’s spot. Oh how you would do anything to spend just a couple of minutes back in the library with him. You tell him you are nervous about learning to drive and he says to practice in one of Bruce $20,000 cars and you immediately saying no because what if you hit a tree or run into a curb “If you do I will take care of it bruce will never find out” as he holds your hand cause he knows it calms you down not because he has the biggest crush on you and likes how your hand feels in his. Asking him what happened when you see him all bruised and all cut up and he tells you it is nothing until one day you stop believing him and it causes an argument and he blurts out the secret he swore to never tell and you look at him shocked until you just hug him tightly and it was the best hug Jason ever received. Jason starts bringing you over to the manor more and more and Alfred asks Jason if you were his girlfriend and you giggle saying no smiling at Jason he turns red not from embarrassment but because he wishes you were his girlfriend and if only he knew you wished the same thing. Jason who sometimes would argue with Bruce on patrol and would disappear and go up to your balcony and bring you little flowers trying to be quiet but always ends up making noise scaring you and when you would stand up and see your boy wonder holding flowers from your mother garden and you would just giggle at him as you take them smiling at seeing Jason dressed in his Robin uniform saving every flower he ever gave you putting them into a keepsake box. but now every year you bring flowers to his grave as you say how much you miss him and how much you loved him and how sorry you are that you never told him Jason who would write you notes everyday in class on your notebook and how you would smile at them and they were the best part of your day. Now you would do anything to get one of those notes as most of the notes that you kept have tear stains on them.

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clockwayswrites · 7 months

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Not Exactly Cinderella Part 1

WC: 1350

CW: mildy raunchy talk

Dick/Danny/Wally

Wally still didn’t really get why Dick hated galas so much. The outfits were a little stuffy, but Dick always looked amazing in them and these days he found ways to have fun with the looks. The people could be stuck up, sure, but there were always lots of Waynes and other supes to talk to. And the galas could drag on a little, but Dick was amazing at finding dark corners to duck into and make out in.

The worst part, really, was the photos going in. That was mostly because Wally felt so utterly inadequate standing next to Dick, but he doubted Dick had any issue with that part. Still, every time that Dick begged Wally to come along with him to one, he acted as if he was going to his execution. For a guy who fought crime and had literately been at his own attempted executions before, it felt a little extreme.

“You know, we could still have the driver turn around,” Dick suggested hopefully.

“Put those baby blues away because we really, really cannot,” Wally said, but he softened his words by reaching out to twist their fingers together. “You have to be at this one, babe. Part of what they’re trying to raise funds for is your idea.”

Dick groaned and let his head fall back against the the black leather seat. It made Wally want to lean over and kiss along that length of neck as beautifully highlighted by the passing neon lights as it was, but he managed to resist. Dick really shouldn’t be marked up before photos.

(Which was a shame.)

“Hey, I’m with you at least?” Wally offered. He knew it was paltry compensation, but it was at least something.

“You are. Thanks for coming,” Dick said. He lifted their hands to press a kiss to the back of Wally’s hand. “I know—”

“Hey, I’ve said it lots before. I don’t mind coming to the galas with you at all. Where else am I going to get to eat so many tiny foods?”

“Tiny food is overrated.”

“It’s the best.”

“Speedsters,” Dick said, rolling his eyes.

Wally elbowed Dick for saying ‘speedsters’, even if the driver wasn’t supposed to be able to hear them right then. Dick, of course, was completely unrepentant and just stole a quick kiss instead as the car rolled to a stop.

Dick took a deep breath. “Okay, time to look pretty, Wally.”

Wally’s ‘easy for you to say’ was lost to the sounds of flashing cameras and shouted questions as the door opened and Dick stepped out. Wally tamped down the urge to fidget and took Dick’s hand, joining him in the lights and noise.

For the most part, Wally was glad that he wasn’t expected to contribute to the conversations as they made their rounds at the gala. He got the basic ‘how are you’ or ‘so what is it you do’, but really no one wanted to know, not unless he ran into other scientists. Wally knew he could be a bit… much to talk to, so he let Dick lead for all the important conversation. Wally figured he could slip off to talk to the other nerds later, if they were around, but he’d stick by Dick for the first part at least. This obligation would probably wind down soon, even those coming in fashionably late had arrived by now.

Wally scanned the crowd as they headed up to the second floor to make sure they had caught everyone they needed to. Ah, there were some people he recognized from WE Research, as well as some new faces. They looked like they were having a good time. The group laughed and one of the people Wally didn’t know, turned with the act and looked over the crowd too. For just a moment his eyes and Wally’s caught.

His smile was brilliant.

Suddenly Wally found himself tipping forward, toe caught on the step. Only Dick’s quick reaction time saved Wally’s face from meeting the marble.

“Shit, Wally, you okay?” Dick asked, clutching Wally tightly to him.

Wally buried his blushing red face into Dick’s shoulder. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Dick said, drawing the word out. He guided Wally upstairs and into one of those dark corners, not taking his bracing hand off Wally’s back. Voice quiet, he asked, “Is it something from the… work issue earlier today?”

“No,” Wally said, but his word was muffled by the his hands pressed over his warm face. “I didn’t get hurt.”

“Okay,” Dick said again.

“Stop saying okay. It’s nothing. I’m just being… ugh.”

“Walls, sweetheart,” Dick pried Wally’s hands away from his face, holding them gently, “you’re worrying me a little here.”

Wally sighed. “I tripped because a cute guy smiled in my direction, alright?”

“What?” Dick asked. He covered his laughter with their clasped hands.

“I tripped because I’m an idiot and got flustered when a cute guy smiled my way.”

Dick pouted, still snickering. “You’ve never tripped up because of my smile.”

Wally just stared at Dick.

“What?”

He couldn’t believe it. “Do you really not know how many walls I ran into because of your smile, Dick?”

“No.” Dick was grinning now, bright and wonderful. “Give me a number here. Ten? Twenty?”

“So many, Dick, so many. So no getting jealous, you’re still way in the lead.”

Dick sobered instantly. He reached out and caught Wally’s wrist again, running his fingers along that too fast Speedster’s pulse. “Hey, no, you think I’m being jealous?”

Wally just shrugged. He did and he didn’t. He really didn’t know what to think. He didn’t think Dick was the jealous type, but it hadn’t exactly been put to the test. When this thing between them had turned from fooling around into something more they had agreed on an open relationship and worked out the details. And Wally would talk about someone being hot, sure, but they were always someone unobtainable. It’s Dick who had actually gone out and dated, or at least slept with, other people.

“Oh sweetheart, no,” Dick murmured, closing the distance between them to nothing. “I was just teasing. I think it’s adorable that his smile made you stumble— and at a ball too! That’s some real fairy tale stuff right there.”

“Okay, but fairy tales usually ended pretty horrifically,” Wally pointed out, though he could feel his own smile tugging at his lips.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Alright, a Disney style fairy tale then.”

Wally’s nose wrinkled. “Too wholesome.”

“Picky, picky, picky. An adult film knock off of a Disney story?”

“Dick!” Wally laughed and gave the other a little shove. The bastard didn’t even budge.

“Sorry,” Dick said without sounding sorry at all. “Come on, let’s go talk to him.”

“What?!” Wally squawked. “No! Dick, no, why?”

“Because you thought he was cute. It can’t hurt.”

“Yes it can! He’ll talk to me and…”

“Walls?”

Wally looked down at their feet, scuffing his banged up toe around. “He’ll, I don’t know, get bored of me? Or at least it won’t go anywhere.”

Dick ducked down so he could see Wally’s eyes. “Hey, no, sweetheart, why do you think that? You’re a catch.”

“I’m pretty sure only you think that,” Wally said.

“Lies,” Dick said, giving Wally a peck. “I’ll prove it. Come on, let me be your ‘wing man.”

Wally snorted at that.

“You know I’m a great ‘wing.”

“You are,” Wally said, unable to help the fond smile.

“Then come on. I know all your virtues, including how good you are at blow jobs. Let me extol them.”

“Dick! You are not telling a stranger I’m good at blow jobs!” Wally hissed.

“But you are.”

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”

Dick backed up, tugging Wally out of the nook. “We’ll do a quick pass up here and then go find him. See if we can’t get you lucky.”

“I was supposed to get lucky with you tonight,” Wally reminded him.

Dick just shrugged, still smiling. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ll still be around after you have some fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

AN: So I didn't really have anything else that fit Tooth-Rotting Tuesday in my current wips (not where they were at least) and somehow this got in my brain soooo.... hopefully you enjoyed it?

I love how gung-ho Dick is about getting his boyfriend laid. His plan is to get them started flirting and then just slip away. But will he be able to pull that off?

Sorry for any mistakes. A pressure migraine on top of my other migraine rolled in with the front yesterday so I am KOed.

Stay delightful darlings!

#dp x dc #danny fenton/dick grayson/wally west #rocket fuel #we're going with that ship name here personally lol #cause somehow I'm writing more of these three #tooth rotting thursay #not exactly cinderella

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tsw1234 · 1 month

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Moth To A Flame - D.G.

"And you'll leave him, you're loyal to me"

Word Count: 1549

Pairings: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Notes: Heyyy pookies...how have you been... So, sorry for the long upload wait, y'all when I tell you that school's been kicking my ass like I need to lock in. I feel like I rushed towards the end so if you guys want any corrections or additions please let me know. I give my deepest apologies. Anyways let me not bore you, take this as an apology ;)

Synopsis: You've been hooking up with Dick Grayson (or mystery guy as your friends know him) for almost a year now. Despite multiple protests against it from some of your friends along with your best friend Jason Todd, you just can't seem to call it quits. Why?

Warnings: Toxic-ish and manipulative Dick, suggestive content, mentions of smut, cursing

Oh Dick Grayson, where to even begin? Dick is a very goal oriented person; he's always believed in shooting for the stars, to do the impossible. It's safe to say he's always had a tendency to want things he shouldn't have (which isn't much considering his dad is Bruce Wayne).

Insert you, Jason Todd's best friend of almost 2 years and roommate of one. Last year, you and Jason decided to move in together. At this point, you were aware of his ‘Red Hood’ persona and it didn’t hurt that you knew how to do a stitch up or two. From there, your friendship only blossomed.

You were first introduced to the rest of the Wayne family at Bruce’s Gala, around the same time you and Jason moved in. Jason needed a plus one and who else better to ask than his bestie of course! So there you were, on the arm of Jason Todd in a red dress which complemented his red tie perfectly. From the moment you walked in, you caught the eye's of all Wayne family members, Jason was always alone, why wouldn't you? But you resonated with one Wayne in particular; and just like that you became Dick's newest obsession.

Dick being the man he is, tried everything under the sun to charm you (and he did) but you weren't the type of person to give in easily. Though what you weren't aware of, was Dick's ability to be patient and persuasive. And after three long, and agonizing weeks of sexual tension and flirty remarks, you finally gave in.

Flash forward to present day, you and Dick have been hooking up in secret for about 7 months now; and girl do you have him whipped. It doesn't matter that he's been fucking a different girl every week, you were his main priority. You were aware that he was hooking up with others, so you took it as an opportunity to do the same. But Dick wasn't too fond of your decision to reciprocate his actions, despite him doing the same, leading to a huge fight between the two of you.

Now Jason? Although in the dark about who you were hooking up with, he was still caught up regarding all the drama between you and Dick. Jason wasn't fond of this "mystery guy" you would tell him about. He didn't like the fact that "mystery guy" could call you, ask to talk and you'd drop everything to go resolve whatever issues the two of you had. He didn't like hated how loyal you were to him.

Jason just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that a person as gorgeous and funny as you could ruin yourself over and over again for some douche. He wasn't the only one who expressed their dislike for Dick. Cue all of your friends having an intervention with you in your living room.

"Girl you guys have been hooking up, on and off for almost a year at this point. If he wanted to make it official, he would've. Stand up. If he can hook up with others, so can you!"

"How many girls does he have to fuck before you realize that he don't care about you. Was that drunken night when he came to you with hickeys not enough?"

"Why don't you go for Jason instead? He's the one for you, I feel it. He treats you so good, he truly cares for you and he truly loves you."

After hours of opinions exchanged and your friends giving you guidance on the situation, the day was done and the group chat had parted ways, each member returning to their homes. You take a shower and change into a shirt (that just happened to be Dick's) and a pair of shorts. Unbeknownst to you, there was still one more person paying you a visit.

In the midst of you watching your favorite movie whilst eating a snack you hear a series of knocks at your apartment. You pause the movie, place your snack to the side, and walk towards the door. Before opening it, you glance through the peephole in order to get a glimpse of who you're potentially about to interact with.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." you mutter as you open the door. "What do you want, Grayson?". He was still in his Nightwing suit which had to have meant he had just gotten off of patrol.

"Still giving me attitude, princess? I know we got into an argument but I at least thought you would've blown some steam off by now." he says walking past you, stepping into your apartment. You scoff in disbelief and turn your head to look at him. The audacity this man had was ridiculous.

"There's no way you just walked in here like that-"

"Relax princess, I'm just here to talk." he voices, throwing his hands up in defense. You roll your eyes and close the door behind you, making sure to lock it. "Whatever Grayson, I'm going to the bathroom. When I get back, you have five minutes to talk your head off and that's it." you warn.

Perfect timing. He's been trying to find an excuse to snoop around ever since he saw your friends leave your apartment, gossiping about the relationship between the two of you. He just needed evidence. In that moment he noticed your phone, that you left at the living room table, blowing up with notifications. Lucky him. After double checking to make sure you were still in the bathroom, he walked on over to where your phone was and picked it up. Your phone unlocked with ease the moment it saw his face thanks to him putting his Face ID in your phone. How he got your password to do so is a whole nother situation. Once your phone unlocked, he tapped on the messages within the group chat with your friends.

Reading those messages irked him. He didn't like your friends. He didn't like how they would speak about your relationship which he claimed they knew nothing about. He didn't like how they made him out to be the villain when it came to you. What really set him off were the comments they made about you and Jason. Why couldn't they respect the fact that you two were together hooking up.

Once you walked out the bathroom, Dick started reading out the messages one by one.

"[Name] get a grip."

Reply: "Seriously girl, we can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved."

"Leave her alone guys, she clearly has conflicted emotions between him and Jason."

"Really? You're just going to let them talk about me that way? And you like my brother?". You could tell he's pissed as he has a stern tone in his voice.

"Why are you going through my phone? And how did you even unlock it?" you question. At this point you could feel your blood boil. "That's not what I asked."

"Are you for real right now?" you scoff. "You're so unbelievable!" you chastise, leading you to walk around in circles and go in a rant about how he was being unfair and hypocritical. If you were paying attention, you would've noticed the way Dick's body tensed up or how his jaw clenched. He was turned on by your frustration and he would've let you continue if that meant he could listen to you scold him some more, but you weren't the only one who had anger that needed to be released.

He grabs your arm and leads the both of you over to the couch where you sit.

"Your friends think so highly of Jason, as if he's some type of angel and it's sickening. Does Jason know that when you're scared at night or bored or horny you call me? Huh?". He's toying with the hem of your shorts. Your hands are folded across your chest and your head is turned away from him out of pure annoyance. That drives him crazy, you giving him attitude. He grabs your chin and pulls it towards him, forcing the two of you to make eye contact. Exactly what you've been avoiding. Step one of how to get you to forgive him.

"Does Jason know that it's me leaving you with the inability to walk the morning after I fuck you in your bed the previous night?"

"Fuck you." you dispute. Girl he's been trying since he entered your apartment. "Is that an invitation?" he quips, raising an eyebrow. You suck your teeth at him. Taking a deep breath, and closing your eyes you try to remember what your friends said. Fully convinced that you were standing your ground, you open your eyes only for them to meet with Dick's blue ones, filled with lust, staring at you expectantly. Damn it.

"Come on pretty girl, please?". You hated when he begged. You hated it when he begged because you knew that you would give in every time and that's what he was banking on. And so, you drop all your walls and give in, which you'll make a mental note to scold yourself for. But that's tomorrow you's problem. Right now? Your attention is dedicated to the man currently in between your thighs.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #jason todd x reader #bruce wayne #batfam #red hood #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x you #dick grayson x you #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut

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orchidsangel · 4 months

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The holiday season with Jason would be the most comforting thing ever, no matter how you spend it. Thanksgiving through Christmas through New Year is basically you being reminded every day why you love him in the first place. He's so attentive and loving, always doing exactly what you need him to do without ever asking, including skipping out on the annual New Year's Wayne gala to spend the night in with you. It's not like he wanted to go anyway, but if you had, then he'd be rifling through his bedside drawer searching for cufflinks just as he had done many times before when you'd wanted to escape the mundaneness of regular civilian life. This year, however, you'd decided to ring in the new year at home, the illustrious and extravagant gala not seeming too appealing this time around. Now, you sit together on the couch, your legs thrown over his lap while he gently massages the muscle of your calf.

Remnants of dinner and dessert sit in empty bowls on the living room table, streaks of brown ganache on the back of a spoon you'd almost licked clean before Jason had pulled it out of your hand, a hearty laugh escaping the typically quiet man followed by a question of whether it was good or not; it was, he knew it was. They were just a couple of delicious experiments you'd helped him whip up as a last hoorah of sorts before settling down to watch the New Year's Eve performances. A star-studded brigade in sparkly costumes dances around your screen, the backing track of some Hot 100 hit playing loudly over the sound of people cheering, visible breaths appearing on the screen every time the camera pans to the audience. They must be freezing, you think, and pull your blanket over your shoulders at the thought of waiting for the ball to drop in this temperature. You feel Jason gently move your legs off of him, getting up to grab the bowls and plates off the table before putting them in the kitchen sink. The countdown on the TV catches your eye, twenty minutes till midnight, and you stand up from the couch, sliding your slippers on, and walking to the balcony door.

The squeaky sound of the sliding door is faint under the sound of the first fireworks going off. Dashes of gold and white paint the sky, the streams of hot light reflecting in your eyes as you watch night temporarily turn to day. You're not sure how much time passes, but pretty soon, the feeling of warmth surrounding you multiplies tenfold, and strong, muscular arms pull you flush against an equally strong and muscular body. Jason cages you in his arms, keeping you close to him as the last few minutes of the year pass, and his grip is tight, like he's scared he's going to lose you when the clock strikes twelve. The sound of crowds on the street counting down gets louder as the year comes to an end. You and Jason stand in silence, numbness settling into your fingers despite the layers of blanket and man wrapped around you. An eruption of screams breaks out, mixed in with some laughter and Happy New Year's, Jason's cue to turn you around by the waist and kiss you intently, swallowing your surprised gasp until it becomes a smile. New year, new me, they say, but you hoped to god Jason had picked a different resolution because the man in front of you was a man you never wanted to change.

(more than) inspired by this ask, and ik it's not new years anymore but i hope you still enjoy it !! it's a little rushed at the end, and for that i'm sorry but i wanted to post it before it got too far away from jan 1. wishing you all the best this year, and thank you for 300 followers <3

#divider by cafekitsune #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fluff #red hood imagine #red hood x gn!reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #red hood x gender neutral reader #jason todd i’ll love you forever

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introspectivememories · 10 days

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tim and bernard who break up and it's nothing big, no one cheated or anything. it's just their lifestyles didn't work out well together. tim cannot give up vigilantism currently and bear cannot handle the level of danger tim puts himself in. and on the other hand, tim cannot handle the fact that bear chooses to run into danger as an emt bc he already worries about everything but now he has to worry if he'll find his boyfriend convulsing from fear gas in a random alley but also bear who felt the life drain out of darla cannot stand the thought of not helping people and runs headfirst into dangerous situation after dangerous situation hoping that every person he saves can somehow make up for the fact that he could not save darla.

(he very pointedly does not think about the fact that there was nothing he could do because if he thinks about that, he'll spiral until they have to lock him in arkham too)

and so they break up but they were tim & bernard in high school and when they started dating they balanced out the worst of each other and they became tim&bernard. and everyone who knows them, knows that they're better together but they cant be together, they refuse actually because they cannot lose another person to the violence of gotham and by the time they figure out that they cant work together as long as the other is an emt or vigilante, it's too late for both them. they've already left too many pieces of themselves in each other.

tim still knows what bear means when he says "tim" in that exasperated voice. tim still goes boneless when he hears bear say "baby" in that firm tone. bear can still read tim like a book. he still knows the right way to massage tim's neck so that tim can go to sleep. everyone at the first responders gala knows not to bother ceo drake-wayne and senior emt dowd when they're talking.

(and if they're standing a little too close to each other than what is normal, who are they to judge? everyone knows that dowd and drake-wayne have history)

and if everyone on the night shift has caught red robin with his head tucked into the crook of emt dowd's neck as emt dowd runs a soothing hand up and down the vigilante's back, well then, they just quietly back away.

(after all, dowd's one of like, five, emts that can get the bats to receive medical treatment so if turning a blind eye to whatever the fuck they have going on is what allows them to give back to their heroes, then the night shift will do it every time)

and of course, tim and bear are practical people. they loved (love) each other sure, but when your lives are fundamentally incompatible, well, you cant get too stuck on the what-ifs, that's for sure. and so they do find love with other people and yeah, maybe it's not what they expected love to be when they first fell in love with each other. it's not the bubbly, stomach-swoopy, cant stop grinning, feeling that permeated tim&bernard's early days or the i Know you/you Know me that was their middle or the quiet despair that was their end but it is contentment. and in a life with as many losses as theirs, contentment is something they hold dearly

and they're happy! truly! but sometimes, at galas when they're making each other snort champagne out their noses or in darkened alleyways when their clothes are both stained with blood or at rallies for stricter gun regulations in gotham where they both sit too close to each other, fingers enclosed around each other in a death grip, when the presenters inevitably bring up grieves

(worst school shooting in gotham in decades, there's blood on their hands and blood in their mouths and darla is dead in between both of them and there is a chasm so wide that they are screaming to get their voices across and she will always be dead and maybe this had always been the problem that she is dead and there is no coming back from that and that there is blood on their hands and blood in their mouth and blood on their han-)

but sometimes, most especially on opposite sides of the street, as life pulls them in different directions, just sometimes, they see each other and just for a second, nothing too long, the flap of a hummingbird's wings, the time it takes to blink, an electron's orbital, they look at each other and for the briefest moment, blue on brown, a barely noticeable stutter in their steps, the space between heartbeats, because this is all they will give themselves because they do not dwell on what-ifs or what-could-have-beens, or what-should-have-beens, or delusions of a softer world, their eyes meet and they think to themselves, god, in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with him.

#what the fuck is this #the theme was wistfulness. hopefully that came across right. and like i wanted this to be all 1 text block so you feel how it all collapses #into that 1 thought they have at they end but fuckass tumblr has a 4096??? text limit for a single paragraph???? so here's multiple paragra #anyway here is my middle of the road sad timbern hc. do i think this will happen? no? is this still a fun world to play in? yeah absolutely #also super huge fan of darla haunting the narrative. darla as this chasm they cannot cross. darla as smth they shelter each other from #but also smth like a 2 way blade. it cuts them both. it will never stop cutting them. smth smth the wound will always bleed #also i cannot stress how important it is that they are happy with other people!!! they are both satisfied with other people. it's just that #they have a very specific history and they are the only two people who really know and understand that history #and also it's not that theyre unhappy with their partners but just that smtimes they look at each other and... wonder. in a softer world #maybe i could've been a chef and you could've still been a superhero and we could've still worked out. maybe we would've gotten a boat #together and maybe we could've come home to each other. maybe i could've trusted you to come home to me. maybe you could've #understood my need to help people. maybe we could've held our love as something precious.#maybe in a softer world our love wasn't something that hurt us both.#i need to lay down. im going crazy #as always i do love reading yalls thoughts in the reblogs and replies!!!#bernard dowd #dc #tim drake #timbern #timber

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 5 months

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okay shop girl and bruce attend a fashion show for something yk bruce was just invited or it��s for some charity and he needs to go to uphold the wayne enterprises reputation or whatever 🙈so they go and they’re watching and it’s kinda boring, kinda interesting, they’re just talking w each other and a piece sparks shop girls interest and bruce notices 💗 then he gives it to her as a gift or somethin

idk just an idea! 😌 i had to watch a fashion show in a marketing class and it made me think of them 🤍

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Warnings: Fluff!! So much fluff! POV Shifts between Bruce and Shop Girl

“You’re home early.”

His voice is thick from disuse, and you can't help but wonder if you'd managed to wake him. You glance up from where you’re standing, sorting through the mail on the kitchen counter, and smile as a sleep-ruffled Bruce drifts into the kitchen.

“You’re up early.” You shake your sleeve back to eye your watch. “It’s barely three in the afternoon.”

“Alright, smartass. I might still go back to bed,” Bruce grumbles, scrubbing his hand over his eyes. You grin as he pecks your lips, and you raise your hand, sweeping your thumb across his budding stubble. Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your neck as you turn back to the mail.

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I’ll shave.”

“I kinda like it.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You squirm, giggling softly as he pointedly nuzzles against you.

“Is everything alright?” Bruce adds.

“Hm?—Oh, yeah. My boss had a meeting with the board, so she gave us the afternoon. We’re regrouping in the morning.”

“...Am I supposed to be at that meeting?”

“Probably.”

“Huh.”

“I’m sure you could read the minutes later.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

You snort, setting another invitation aside. You feel Bruce lift his head, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What are the stacks?” He asks.

“Left is yours, middle is mine, right are joint invitations.”

“And the pile closest to you?”

“Trash.”

“Junk mail?”

“And invites that just aren’t gonna be, you know. It.”

“Such as?”

“Well, your invitation to judge the Miss Gotham pageant, for one.”

“I might want that.”

“Not funny. And a fundraiser for the Gotham Opera.”

Bruce falls quiet for a few testy moments, and you resume sorting through the remaining stacks. You don't need to tell him why you've chosen to discard that particular invite.

“We could go,” He offers after a few moments.

“We could,” You concede, “But it would cut into your nightly activities, and I’m not an opera fan.”

“No?”

“Nn-nn. Too stuffy for me.”

Bruce lifts his head fully, pressing a long, grateful kiss to your temple. You smile, leaning back against him more heavily as his kisses trail over your cheek, down to your jaw.

“What are the invitations you’re considering?” He asks.

“There is a fundraiser for the Gotham Fashion Institute that Liz has gotten us on the list for. She thinks it’d be a good way to ease us into joint public appearances.”

“You wanna go?”

“I think it could be fun.”

“When is it?”

“In a couple of weeks.”

“Seems short notice.”

“It is. She said they had a few cancellations.”

“So we’re the second-string guests.”

“They didn’t think you’d go, so they didn’t invite you in the first place.”

“You have a dress?”

“I’ll find one. Might ask Liz if she knows anyone who can get something together for me on short notice.”

“You’ve been talking to Liz an awful lot these days.”

“I guess,” You shrug. “She and Grant have been a lifeline for this press stuff.”

“Gotham Fashion Institute, then. Anything else?”

“A fundraiser for the Gotham History Museum—”

“Mhm—”

“A gala for the Gotham Academy, aaaaand,” You eyed the return address on an envelope in your hand, “A silent auction for the Gotham City Science Institute.”

“So all of these involve some kind of donation?”

“You’re good for it.”

Bruce chuckles, turning you in his arms as you set the letters aside.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He teases, shaking his head. You smile, curling your arms around his shoulders and cuddling closer.

“I can think of a few things.”

"So can I."

Bruce grasps the back of your thighs, and your stomach swoops as he eases you back onto the counter, scattering the stacks of mail. His lips cover yours before you can tease or fuss. You slide your hand up into his hair, groaning softly as he tugs you closer.

"I thought," You mumble between kisses, "That you were...Going back to bed."

"We both are."

The press isn’t as much of a shock as it used to be, but you haven’t had a clamor like this since Bruce brought you home from Gordon’s office. Your name is being yelled, along with Bruce’s, and you can hardly take anything in for the rapid flashing of cameras. Bruce’s hand rests on your hip, anchoring you to his side as your gazes sweep the press in front of you.

You’re smiling, right? You’re almost certain you are—your cheeks hurt from how much you’re pushing it—

You feel Bruce lean in, his lips brushing your ear:

“Are you giving them your panicked smile?”

You can’t help but break into a real smile, fighting back a chortle. You know that he’s right.

“Don’t make me laugh in this dress,” You warn. “I’ll burst out of my shapewear.”

Bruce’s laugh heartens and warms you, and you lean into him as the camera flashes seem to double. He steers you away from the step and repeat after a few moments, ignoring the calls for one last picture.

“Take your time,” He counsels, “Your eyes will adjust.”

“I should start wearing sunglasses to these things,” You grumble, squeezing one eye shut, then the other in turn. As you adjust, you become acutely aware of the number of people looking at the two of you. Nerves well up, your stomach sinking with panic. You only just manage to keep from taking a step back, letting Bruce’s hand steady you.

“We can leave whenever you want,” Bruce murmurs.

“We should at least stay for the fashion show. Otherwise it’ll just seem rude.”

“Who cares?”

“I do!”

“I do?” Liz’s voice is a welcome reprieve among the curious murmurs surrounding you. “Do I hear wedding bells for you two?”

“Jesus—” You hiss over Bruce’s admonishing, “There wasn’t enough material in the rumor mill already, Liz?”

“Mm,” Liz shrugs, hooking her arm through yours. “I was getting bored with everyone’s rumors about Grant and I getting married. Figured I’d stir the pot, give us a break. Come on!” Liz begins to draw you away from Bruce, “Let’s get you a drink!”

You turn to Bruce, who gently nods you away.

“Go on. I see a few board members. I should find out what that meeting was about.”

“Bruce, that was two weeks ago!”

“I forgot to check the minutes.” Bruce leans in and drops a kiss to your lips before giving Liz a kiss on the cheek. You frown as you see his lips move, and watch Liz give a small nod. He turns, shooting you a wink before he turns, melting into the crowd.

“...What was that?” You ask Liz as she guides you toward the bar.

“He was just thanking me for getting you invited,” She excuses. You’re almost certain that it was more, but you don't want to dive into right now—not when half of Gotham’s social set is eyeing you so closely. “Let’s get you a drink, and then I have a few people I want to introduce you to.”

Keep an eye on her.

That was all that Bruce had murmured to Liz. Bruce keeps them in his periphery as he’s drawn into a conversation with a couple of his father’s old acquaintances. He sees her gradually growing more comfortable as she’s pulled into conversation with a couple of Liz’s friends. Her nervous smile slowly shifts into a genuine one, and he sees a lightness in her that he’s often privy to when they’re alone. And he knows that he ought to be giving the men he's speaking with far more of his attention, but he can’t help but just…Look.

Bruce knows that he shouldn’t glue himself to her side for the length of the evening. He’s used to swanning around these things, having empty conversations with socialites, politicians, influencers. But he also knows that he can’t be her shadow as long as they’re together. He’d spotted the invitations that were only addressed to her. People know who she is, and who she is to him, and that scares the shit out of him. But…Knowing her stubbornness, and her resilience, she’ll want to start getting the hang of these things, even without him around.

And goddamn, is she beautiful. He doesn’t say it enough, does he? He watches her head tip back with a laugh, and he swears it brightens the room. He knows that Liz had been joking about wedding bells, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

He hasn’t mentioned it to her, not yet. Hell, he hasn't mentioned it to anyone, not even Alfred. But if anything ever happens to him, he wants her taken care of, and comfortable. He remembers the way that she worried about money when they met, how she forced herself to go back to work after the attempted robbery—he’ll be damned if he ever lets her feel like that again.

Bruce’s heart leaps into his throat as her head turns toward him, her eyes catching his. She tips her chin down just a little, brows raising as she mouths, You okay? It warms him in a way that he can’t describe. In a room full of strangers, in a situation that he knows well and she hardly knows at all, she’s gone out of her way to make sure he is alright. He excuses himself from his conversation, and watches as she does the same. He meets her in the middle, and before she can say a thing, he gently grasps her jaw, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. He feels her curl a hand around his lapel, a gentle hum buzzing against his lips. Bruce breaks the kiss, smoothing his hand over her hip.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks, grinning as she bashfully ducks her head, averting her gaze.

“Liz’s designer really came through at the last minute,” She excuses.

“It’s more than the dress, baby.”

She leans in, kissing him gently again, and Bruce can’t help but wonder if it’s as thanks, or to keep from complimenting her further.

“We should take our seats,” She insists, nodding toward where others are beginning to drift toward the chairs on either side of the catwalk. Bruce takes hold of her hand, allowing her to lead the way.

“How were the minutes of the meeting?” She asks.

“Honestly?”

“Mhm?”

“I didn’t hear a word they said.”

He grins as she snorts a laugh, shaking her head.

“Absolutely ridiculous,” She mutters.

Truth be told, the fashion show passes Bruce by as much as the conversation with the board members did. He spends more time watching her, taking in her reactions.

“Do you see anything you like?” She murmurs.

“Mm,” He glances toward the current model strutting down the runway, taking in slinky white top and the cerulean tasseled skirt. “I’m not sure it’s my style.”

“I’m not sure that it's mine, either.”

“Wouldn’t wear it to work?”

“I don't think it’s office-appropriate,” She giggles. He sees her expression shift, her eyes widening slightly as she watches the next model approach. Bruce casts a cursory glance toward the next model. He watches them go as he murmurs, “What do you like about that one?”

“Who says I like that one?” She meets his eye, smiling at his disbelieving glance. She gives a small, nonchalant shrug. “The necklace is interesting.”

Bruce looks up as the model passes, eyeing the silver x lariat necklace, with a small emerald hanging from one strand, and a small diamond hanging from the other. He turns to look at her again and finds her attention already set on the next model. She may feign disinterest, but he knows her better than to believe it.

“Honey! Are you ready?”

“Almost!” You call back to Bruce, standing from your vanity and stepping into your heels. You smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress as you look at yourself in the mirror, drawing in a steadying breath. Tonight is going to be great. You had a nice time at the fashion show a couple of weeks ago, so the Gotham History Museum is going to be a breeze. You’ll pose for a few pictures, have a few drinks, wander around the exhibits. It’s going to be fun! Honestly, you’ve been actually looking forward to this one. You turn toward the door and raise your brows when you find Bruce there, leaning in the doorway.

“Well?” You give him a small spin. He smiles, straightening up.

“You look beautiful.”

You grin, reaching up and adjusting his tie slightly.

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you…But I do think you’re missing something.”

You frown, looking down at yourself.

“My purse is on the bed—”

“No,” He shakes his head. “It’s not the purse.”

He draws a long thin box out of his pocket, and before you have a chance to dwell on the sheer injustice of the average depth of women’s pockets, he lifts the velvet lid. Your mouth falls open in shock, your breath catching in your throat as the familiar diamond and emerald glimmer in the light.

“Bruce,” You breathe, shaking your head. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” He chuckles. “Turn around.”

You do as he requests, biting your lip as the coolness of the silver brushes, then settles against your skin. You raise your fingers, trailing them across the diamond and emerald in turn as he fastens the clasp. You watch in the mirror as Bruce presses closer, feel the heat of the kiss he presses to your nape, and the firmness of his grasp as he settles his hands on your hips.

“It looks even more stunning on you than I thought it would,” He murmurs. You shake your head, stunned at the glint of the jewels in the light. You can't even imagine how much this must've cost him.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.”

“Is this what you’re going to do any time I tell you that I like something?” You tease, turning to face him fully.

“Within reason.”

“So if I tell you that I like a stegosaurus skeleton tonight?”

Bruce’s face twists in mock contemplation.

“Alfred has been considering redecorating the garden.”

You can’t help but laugh, giving Bruce a gentle squeeze.

“What am I going to do with you?”

He gently nudges the tip of your nose with his, eyes warm and smiling as he draws you into his chest.

“I can think of a few things.”

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#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half #asks #replies #requests

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frownyalfred · 21 days

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Had thoughts about borderline. They've bonded and been through some shit so now they're ready to go into society again, yea? So that means galas in Gotham are going from rarely having the whole Wayne clan to having all of them all the time.

Is Jason legally alive? And if he isn't will he be brought back? Or just the Wayne family bodyguard? Or something like that~

*gasp* Have they become the delightful children from down the lane?! (I think they were called that lol)

Where one of them goes, all of them go! If Bruce goes to a gala, he has a whole bond with him. Visible, if they’re all concentrating hard enough — it’s like they’re standing in the room with him.

It’s impossible to be separate, even if they try to be. Those separate lives and duties all blur together. They don’t need to be in the same room together to lean on each other and grow distant from the ones around them.

A gala seems like the worst stress test for them while they continue to figure out their changed and changing bond. Everything that used to come naturally is stilted now. They don’t know how to be separate people, and it shows.

If they block out the bond for too long, there are side effects. And without the bond, Dick loses touch with his past humanity. He can’t go out in public. Jason can’t either, and he won’t leave Dick alone.

It’s massively fucked up. And how they choose to handle it will change everything, moving forward.

#asks #anon #borderline #myfic #theresurrectionist #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #thank you for reading friend!

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oneofstarkskids · 6 months

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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

bruce wayne x reader

angst? fluff? implied smut

PART 1~

!not my gif!

• you were at some charity gala hosted at wayne manor, on business ofc. you worked as a reporter for gotham's most prestigious paper and were put on this assignment to get the inside scoop on gotham's elites.

• bruce noticed you the second you walked in wearing that red satin gown with the plunging neckline and high slit. he was interested, to say the least

• bruce was a man who knew what he wanted, and he intended to have it. so he approached you with a self assured smile.

• "i couldn't help but notice you standing over here all alone. can i get you something to drink?"

• you'd already made up your mind about bruce wayne. sure the rumors were terrible and cruel, but most of them were true. you knew he was just like the rest of them

• "no, thanks. i'm good." you said with a bit of an attitude. which did not deter him in the slightest.

• and it's not that you didn't find him attractive because well...damn, but once you'd made up your mind about something it was rare that it would change.

• "c'mon, i couldn't just leave a pretty girl like you over here all by herself," he said with a devilish smirk.

• you rolled your eyes in disgust.

• but he just wouldn't give up. throughout the night he would wink to you from across the room and send you glances as he danced with other girls at the party as if you were supposed to be jealous.

• and even though you were here to be interviewing people, you had been at the bar most of the night.

• you'd gotten a bit more than tipsy and by the time everyone was leaving, there was no way you could drive home.

• all of the guests were gone and bruce was making his way over to your slouched form at the bar.

• "hey, gorgeous. rough night?" he asked teasingly, and the flush in his face told you that he'd had too much to drink too.

• "suck my dick, wayne," you spat. bruce just grinned, "is that a challenge."

• you rolled your eyes, "you're disgusting."

• "i don't think you actually believe that," bruce said with a cocky grin.

• "that's just because you're a conceited asshole who thinks everyone is obsessed with him," you retorted.

• bruce gave a low chuckle that sent a chill down your spine, "then why can't you keep your eyes off me?"

• you felt your face heat up and your brows knit together, "i hate you."

• he took a step closer, "how much?"

• the close proximity had your mind in a haze and you forgot how to form a complete sentence. the scent of his alcohol laced breath so close to your lips made you forget who you were talking to in the first place.

• a moment of tension lingered between the two of you before all of your resolve and last bit of common sense snapped as you kissed him desperately.

• his hands clung to your hips and yours tangled themselves in his hair. it was sudden and uncalculated but the way he bit your bottom lip eagerly had you practically throwing yourself at him.

• he lifted you up against him and rested one hand on the small of your back, the other on your ass to support your balance obviously, his lips only leaving yours when his lungs screamed for air.

• a trail of clothes led to his bedroom, the one place you hadn't been expecting to find yourself only hours ago.

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—SHOULDVE PAID THAT WOMAN MORE MIND

BATTINSON!BRUCE WAYNE + WIFE!READER

18+, sizekink, reader is very feminine, cheating, filming (with the eyelens), reader has a shitty husband, Finger sucking, fingering, choking, use of "good girl, special girl, princess" and "daddy", dom/sub dynamics, Bruce sends readers husband the video, vaginal sex, hint of size kink and cockwarming, reader's skin color is not mentioned, all characters are over 18

What is a man supposed to do when their bestfriends' husband is not treating them right? Well treat them right themselves!

I GENUINELY believe that this is one of my best works. And it's pretty fucking long too

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"Why didn't you ask me to come with you?!"

Your voice echoed throughout the cave as Bruce arrived on his motorbike. He swiftly took his helmet off and hung it on the handle of his bike by the strap, then swung his leg over the other side to get off and proceed to walk towards the illuminated computers. Where you were also standing in the blue and white light, on the phone with someone.

Probably arguing with your husband again..

you were originally a forensic for the GCPD but since you got to know the batman and then he revealed to you that he was billionaire bruce Wayne two years after, he offered you to help him with his work when he was away, you two sometimes even worked together on certain cases. Bruce Wayne definitely paid better than the police department..

You shook your head and rolled your eyes as you leaned against the metal desk, Bruce quietly positioned himself next to you and waited for you to finish the call.

"You know what?! Go fuck yourself, CUNT!" You yelled the insult particuarly loud and angry before you aggressively hung up and groaned, slamming your phone on the desk.

Bruce looked at you rubbing your temples and groaning in annoyance, waiting a bit before he spoke up "Him again?" Bruce asked quietly as you ran your hands through your hair in a frustrated manner. Bruce knew you since forever, and he obviously trusted you with all his heart for letting you know what he does after hours. So he also knew your husband, he was a cop that he was..acquainted with. Meaning he broke his nose in a club once. You were mad at him for that for a while but forgave bruce after you found out that he was in the iceberg lounge.

This was not coming from a place of jealousy or anything but he couldn't get how a man like him got a woman like you.

You two were like night and day, and not in the cute "you wear black and I wear pink" type of way. You both were just very different from each other, you were a sweet, caring, helpful, and obviously a beautiful women. He, on the other hand, was a dirty, corrupted and with all respect, unattractive cop. At least for you.

But then again..no man could compare to your beauty.

"Yeah.." you sighed and gave Bruce a soft smile that quickly faded away, just for you to look down at your heels again. Bruce sat down on his chair looking up at you "is it okay if I ask what happened? Or would you rather not talk about it?"

You shook your head softly "no, it's okay. I need to complain to someone about it anyway." You turned to him and leaned on your hand that was placed on the desk.

"So.." you started and smacked your glossy lips "there was a little gala tonight and he didn't even bother to ask me to come with him beforehand—fuck, i even just found out about the gala!"

Bruce already furrowed his eyebrows at your sentence so you reacted with "no, no! the best part is just about to come, He brought his female coworker instead of me! HIS WIFE!"

You said with a bitter grin, you found this funny as well as heartbreaking. But Bruce was just mad and confused as to how and why he wouldn't want to show off a woman like you..if bruce had you, he would attend galas and meetings just to show people how hot you are, sit you down on his lap and how you belong to him and only him..maybe bruce was a little jealous

"No way." He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yes way!" You laughed "unbelievable, right?!" Bruce nodded in agreement and pressed his back into the seat of his chair with a sigh. He actually couldn't Believe that your husband could do such a thing, there is no way that there is a woman as sweet and beautiful as you..he just couldn't wrap his head around it

"I just.." you sighed and sat back on the table, your actual sadness was evident in your sigh and suddenly change in tone, catching Bruce's full attention once again "I don't feel like I'm good enough lately.."

Your worries made Bruce straighten his back and look at you again with a worry adoring his features.

"He doesn't look at me like he used to you know? I've got so many cute outfits to show off, and I try to go out on dates with him but..he just isn't interested in me.." you swallowed a sad whine before looking at Bruce with little tears forming on your lashline.

"Am I not good enough?"

Your question made his heart sink, you are usually so confident and lively, how could a man like that make you feel so little?

Bruce shook his head and placed his hands on the sides of your face to make you look up "no, no, no..don't.." he took a deep breath "please don't let him make you feel this way.." your pretty doe eyes blinked the tears away "the way he acts isn't your fault, you're.." he stopped and looked down, not being sure if he should say this but your sad look made him immediately decide that he should.

"you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, if not the most. I would do anything to keep you happy if you were mine, I would take out on dates, take you to galas I would take you to Trips in Paris..fuck I would do so much for you" Bruce already felt regret bubbling up inside him for saying that, he shouldn't say stuff like that to a married woman..but he also felt so vulnerable for opening up to you. Sure he knew you now for four years but it's still beyond him to open up to others.

As Bruce let go of your face, his lips parted to apologize but you didn't let him. You took a step forward to give him a small kiss. Bruce's heart was pounding against his ribcage the second your face got closer to his, he didn't pull away or fight it. He loved it, but he knew he shouldn't.

You two looked at eachother for a few seconds before you pressed yourself against his chest

"I— we shouldn't.." he said, slightly above a whisper as his gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, it's been a long, long time since he got to feel a woman's touch..so feeling not just any woman's, but your touch was almost ethereal to him.

You stood on your tippy toes to reach back up to him "I don't care anymore..you're right"

You sighed against his lips, looking into his pretty blue-green eyes surrounded by the smudged black eyeliner, it was like a metaphor for his whole melancholic being.

"I shouldn't let him make me feel this way.." Bruce nodded at your statement "you deserve better..I never wanted to say it but..you always deserved better" his hands hesitantly took ahold of your hips, he touched you like a delicate flower, only because he wasn't sure if you really wanted this.

You were so warm and smelled like cotton candy, such a contrast to him..he was cold and wet due to the rain, and he smelled like a wet dog at the moment.

"You deserve better.." he said again before softly pressing his lips against yours, he could almost moan at how sweet you taste once he hot enough time to enjoy the Feeling of your heavenly lips. This was all he ever wanted, you could be so much happier with him and he knows it.

"You're so gentle.." you mumbled, sliding your hand around the back of his neck to play with his hair. Bruce shivered at your warm and soft touches as a small whimper crawled up his throat. "I want you to own me, bruce" your soft lips connected with his neck and slowly went up his jaw

Bruce couldn't keep his low noises inside anymore, feeling your painfully soft kisses on his skin..Bruce was so touch starved that this felt like he was entering the gates of paradise. "What.." he started but got cut off my his heavy breathing "what do you mean..by 'owning you'?" Bruce knew what you meant but he wanted you to fully say it before he did anything else than softly touch you.

You didn't say anything and just grabbed his hand to place it on your tits, Bruce's eyes almost rolled back once his fingers made contact with your soft and squishy flesh. "Fuck..you can't just do that.."

You grinned and traced the veins on the hand that was grabbing your tit "or what?"

You're asking for your ass to be red after this encounter.

"Or what?" He repeated your question with a slight chuckle, his voice was deeper and his eyes were darker as he got closer to you again, slowly massaging your soft flesh "Mhm.." you moaned and looked up at him.

But even though you already looked at him, his other hand went up to grab your hair and pull it back so he could pull you closer to him and lift your head up. You looked into his eyes and you could only see a fog of lust and darkness in them, your thighs rubbed together at the sudden dominant aura around him

"tell me what you want" you were about to answer but he yanked your hair again "and be clear about it."

You swallowed hard and nodded "I want to be yours..I want you to make me yours" you took a deep breath as Bruce got closer to your pretty face again "I want you to fuck me and show me how a real man should treat his lover.."

Just as you thought Bruce was about to kiss you again— he pushed you foward, onto the Table, pulling your dress over the curve of your ass. letting some papers slide onto the floor in the process. "You want me to fuck you?" He huffed as his hand slid back into your hair and pulled your head up "y-yes" you stuttered.

The Cold metal on your ass and pussy was such a contrast to your hot Body temperature. It was a little uncomfortable but it was easy to look over when the hottest man you knew was finally getting his hands on you.

Bruce got closer to your pretty lips and chuckled when your mouth opened, desperate for another kiss.

"Good girl.." his hot breath ghosted over your wet lips. Bruce suddenly chuckled as he ran his thumb over your lips "what if I would send this to him?"

You got confused for a second but then understood what he meant, he was still wearing the contact lens with the camera. "He would finally regret the way he's treated you..he would see how well I treat you" he sighed once your lips wrapped around his thumb "would you like that?" He asked softly while his other Hand Massage the Back of your head.

You nodded with him thumb still on your tongue "mhm.."

Bruce had the slightest smile on his lips before he spoke up again "then Show him how well you can suck on my fingers.."

You mumbled a highpitched 'mhm' again and sucked his fingers like you were sucking his cock. Bobbing your head up and down, sliding your tongue on the underside of his fingers..

Bruce groaned and watched your plush lips intently before looking back into your Eyes that were cutely and innocently looking up at him like you weren't sucking his fingers right now.

"Good, good girl.." he Pulled his fingers out of your throat making you let out an adorable choking Sound before taking a deep breath. Bruce looked at you like hes never seen anything more Beautiful, there were little tears Rolling down your face due to the 'throat fucking'

"What do you want now baby?.." he asked pressing himself against your thighs, making you feel how hard he was

"I want—" you gasped for air, trying to gather your thoughts "f-finger me..please, daddy.." Bruce quietly sighed at the nickname and your suggestion before Bruce could say or do anything else you kissed him, open mouthed and wilder than before..way more needy than before. Hot tongues sliding, teeth clashing and scraping across his and your lower lips. Bruce pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath a bit

"my pretty little princess.." he kissed you on the forehead and let his lips linger there as his fingers traced down your inner thighs to your clothes cunt. "Hmm.." you hummed, grabbing onto his dirty and still wet jacket "take it off.." you mumbled and noticed your breath hitching once Bruce's fingers traced the lace of your panties and the little bow on it.

Bruce kissed your cheek softly again before taking his jacket and shirt off. You bit your bottom lip as you saw his breathtakingly hot and well built body.

Bruce smiled a little as he saw your stares and little squirms "lay back a bit, baby" you nodded and did as he said. You leaned back on your elbows before slowly spreading your legs as your eyes never left Bruce's face. He shamelessly stared down your body "take them off" he said in a raspy tone, staring at your clothed cunt.

Bruce couldn't remember the last time he was this horny, the answer is probably never. He was achingly hard, he felt so uncomfortable due to the amount of precum in his boxers but he fuckin loved to watch you slowly take your panties off and just placing them on the table.

You looked into his now dark eyes as you agonizingly slowly spread your legs again, to finally expose your sopping wet cunt, pressed onto his now wet table

You saw Bruce's cock twitch as a guttural moan left his throat "fuck.."

You tilted your head cutely and slid your fingers down your pussy to spread your pussy lips for him "p-please..bruce.." you whined.

Bruce cursed one last time and walked back over to you "you're driving me fucking insane.." Bruce's rough hand slipped down to your cunt and began to play with your swollen clit immediately. Bruce wanted to ask you out the second he saw you, even though his morals spoke against having a lover since it could become complicated or even tragic. But then he found out that you are married, so he knew he could only admire you from afar, technically speaking, he was admiring you whenever you would stay at the tower at late hours just to help him because you wanted him to get more sleep..he usually doesn't listen to people telling him to go to sleep ect, but you, you worked late just for him..he didn't want you to lose sleep because of him. But he couldn't deny the way his heart fluttered knowing that you cared so much for him.

"H-aahh..f-fuck!" You moaned and grabbed onto his bicep before moaning into his strong shoulder "want my fingers inside of you?" Suddenly his touches became feather light. As you started to grind your hips onto his hand so desperately but he kept pulling his hand away from you, you nodded and felt tears well up again as the way you clenched your thighs started to hurt "yes! P-please..fuck.."

He grabbed your jaw and made your messy face look up at him again "what's my name again?" He asked deeply, not like Bruce but more like vengeance..

"Daddy.."

You answered, almost hushed and breathless.

Bruce didn't say anything before growling deeply and pushing his lips onto yours in another heated and open mouthed wet kiss as his fingers forced themselves into your wet pussy, his fingers were able to slide is so easily, so fucking easily..it was another reason for Bruce to moan and almost lose the little bit of composure that he had left.

"Tell him how you feel.." he demanded with a little nod for you to go ahead and say it, you let out a string of strangled moans as his fingers literally fucked you, letting wet skin smacking noises errupt from in between your legs reaching every corner of the wet and dark cave.

"So—" you cut yourself off with a loud and borderline pornographic moan coming from deep within your chest as Bruce curled his fingers, hitting the perfect fucking spot "so fucking good—g-god!" You cried out

Bruce could barely take the pretty faces and noises you made, but he loved knowing he was making you feel good, and he wanted your fucking soon-to-be ex husband to know that too..

"Was he able to make you feel like that?" Bruce breathed out as he began to rub fast and hard circles on your clit with his thumb. Your body twitched and your hips bucked as you tried to speak up "n-never! Daddy- you make feel.." you took a deep, shaky breath "so fucking good!"

"Good girl.." your tight and warm walls suddenly clenched down hard on and pulse around his fingers..

Fuck.

You were cumming..he was about to make you cum..

Your hips kept grinding against his hand as your nails were digging themselves into Bruce's injured shoulder, but he couldn't even feel the pain, he was too fucking focused on you, Like he always was..it was like everything else was gone, only you existed in his mind right now. All of his worries were gone..

"Fuckk!! Daddy—I-i'm- fuck!" Bruce lovingly kissed your forehead while his fingers kept wrecking your pussy and flooding the desk with your pussy juice. "I know, baby..let go for me.." another kiss placed on your forehead "cum for me, my special girl"

His voice was so soothing and soft, but that nickname hit you like a fucking train..it made you feel so fucking good that your orgasm hit you just as hard. Your pussy gripped his fingers so tight that Bruce let out a deep, erotic growl that helped you clench down even harder on his digits..if that was even possible..

You slowly came down from your high with a soft sigh. Bruce wanted to hug and comfort you but he wasn't quite sure if he should. But you did it for him, you softly wrapped your shaking arms around his strong torso "..are you okay?"

He softly asked as his hands caressed your shoulders and back, Bruce's heart hurt from how adorably you were cuddling up to him, limbs so heavy and breathing so soft..

You suddenly pulled away, which made Bruce think he did something wrong until you sat back onto the desk making him look deep into your eyes, also noticing your cheeks flushed and bottom lip swollen from all the biting.

Both of you held your gazes as you grabbed the straps of your dress to slide them over your shoulders and teasingly slow to reveal your beautiful tits to Bruce. Once you were done your dress pooled at your waist, looking just like an angel being ready for the dark to corrupt her.

"I want you, bruce.." you mumbled, taking his way bigger hand compared to yours. "You might think I'm a dirty woman now but.." you took a small breath

"I wanted you for the longest time now.."

Bruce's eyes widened at your sweet confession and he shook his head "no, I.." he swallowed "i wanted you too.."

You smiled and chuckled, bruce could never get enough of the way your smile reached your eyes..it was the sweetest thing.

"I knew that, silly bat"

You didn't even give Bruce the opportunity to answer before you spread your legs again and ran your hand softly over his back while the other ran down his abdomen to his work pants and the thick belt, swiftly opening it hearing the clinking of the belt buckle in the process.

"You didn't think we were done, right?" You smiled and kissed his chest softly before you laid back down on your elbows, sliding the keyboard to the side beforehand.

"You still want me to.." "fuck me, yes..I do" you finished his sentence. Bruce's hand caressed your cheek "should we go up and have sex in my bedroom? I have condoms there.." you shook your head as you reached up to kiss him again

"I want you to fuck me raw and cum inside of me, daddy.."

"Yes.."

You mumbled against his lips, bruce shivered underneath your touch and took a deep shaky breath

"is it okay if I'm rough with you?" He asked, already sliding his hand over your tits and hard nipples towards your neck, but he waited for your answer before he went any further.

That little agreement was enough for him to roughly grab your throat, leading to the veins in his hand to become very visible. His grip was soft enough to let you properly breathe, but hard enough for your pussy to clench around nothing.

Bruce kissed you softly, as if he was greeting you after coming home from work and pulled back again "stick your tongue out, princess" he rasped. God he was hot..

"Gonna treat you right, baby.." his lips pressed onto your soft cheek "just the way a special girl like you deserves.." you whimpered and nodded

"who's my special girl, baby?" He asked, squeezing your throat softly, and running his thumb over your pulse "me.." you answered with your pretty puppy eyes looking up at him, both of your eyes' surrounded by smudged makeup now. But you looked so much prettier like that, so fuckin beautiful..

"say it. who's my special girl?" He asked again, now so close that you could feel his warm breath over your face. You gulped, which was hard due to the grip he had on your neck.

"I'm your special girl" you grinned, completely fucked out and cute..you actually felt so special and appreciated for once. You were so happy that Bruce was filming all of this to show your husband, he should know what he's done to you, and what he's missing out on.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, still looking straight into his pretty eyes. "Good girl.." he groaned before spitting onto your waiting tongue, once then twice.

Bruce started kissing you again, tongues gliding against each other, pushing more spit into your mouth in the process. He pulled away again, but was still so close that a string of spit was still connecting the two of you

"Swallow.." it was a clear order that you gladly followed..bruce loosened his hand and watched your throat bob slightly as you swallowed. He kissed you again, this time sweet and slow "good girl." He praised before picking you up and sitting you down on his desk chair, sitting between your legs as he pulled his pants down, letting his cock finally jump out with an almost inaudible groan. Red and leaky tip, he was fucking huge.

Bruce smiled a little at your soft gasp "you like what you see I'm guessing.." bruce ran his thumb over your bottom lip "am I bigger than him?" He boldly asked and you started sucking on his thumb "yes.." you opened your mouth again to stick your tongue out and let him push his thumb further on your slick and soft muscle.

You looked back down at how close his cock was to your cunt, causing your thighs to twitch and quietly beg him to put it inside of you.

"Say what you need, baby and you'll get it..you'll get everything you want" bruce slid his thumb out of your mouth and caressed your cheek with the running mascara. "Fuck me..f-fucking cum inside me..please, daddy"

"D-do you think it'll fit?.." you asked before he pushed at your entrance, bruce chuckled and smiled down at you "we'll make it fit.."

Bruce grabbed your throat again and his rock hard cock with the other to run it through your glistening pussy lips "p-please..." you gasped once his tip hit your clit softly.

Bruce didn't want to torture you and himself anymore so he looked into your eyes to ask for a quiet 'can I?' For you to immediately nod. Bruce took a deep breath, preparing for the tight grip your pussy has that he already felt on his fingers.

He said in that sexy raspy tone again before slowly pushing his cock inside of you, inch by inch..your mouth hung open but no sounds came out at first before a loud moan crawled out of your throat. Bruce had to fucking hold back his moans just to keep on listening to yours. The only sounds that he let out were low groans and grunts making your pussy clench and throb around his length.

"You're so tight, angel...fuck" Bruce still couldn't believe that he was this close to you, after four years of crushing on—no, having actual feelings for you was unfathomable to him..

Your pussy clenched around him as you whined and rocked your hips back and forth forcing a hitched moan out of bruce "fuck me..please..I need you, bruce" hearing you call him daddy was one thing, actually you saying his name in such a loving and adoring tone made his heart melt, he was putty in your hands. He was so vulnerable with you

Bruce didn't say anything because..well he was bad with words, so he just softly kissed he as he began to rock his hips back and forth, trying to find a rhythm that you both liked, the second he heard your breath hitch in your moans as he hit that one spongey spot inside your cunt so he just kept this rythm up

Bruce was slowly going harder and faster as he straightened his back again to look at your pretty figure, desperately holding onto the leather of the chair for dear life and his cock jackhammered your gspot. One of your hands reached down to Bruce's hand grabbing your hips just to guide that hand to your throat "f-fuck me like this, daddy.." you cried out and grinded against his thrusts. He groaned again and gripped your throat tighter, fucking into you even harder, dragging his cock along your tight and sensitive walls, making your toes curl and letting you see stars

"Fuck, my pretty fuckin' girl..so pretty" your hand grabbed at his wrist as you smiled and clenched more around him.

Bruce was so fucking close to cumming inside of you, he could feel your fast pulse on his palm as he choked you and your constant throbbing, knowing you were close too. He slipped his thumb down to circle your clit again, and looking into your dreamy eyes. "Cum on my cock, princess.." you moaned out a loud cry "I'm close.." he groaned and you nodded, drool running from your mouth, not even thinking or caring about anything else than bruce and his hard thrusts. "I'm cumming, daddy!! Fuck! I-I'm cumming!" You almost sounded scared at the orgasm that was about to crash over you.

Bruce kissed your temple to then press his forehead against yours as you kept moaning and clenching "fuck—me too..let's.. " he took a breath that came back out as a moan "let's cum together.."

You couldn't even nod because you were already cumming all over the seat right as he finished his sentance, leading to bruce huffing out a deep "oh fuck.." that he made you cum that fucking hard was enough to push him over the edge, feel a burning hot feeling in the pit of his stomach and cum deep inside of your cunt.

"That was..so fucking good.." bruce huffed and cuddled his head between your shoulder and neck, to place a soft kiss onto your delicate skin, you ran your hand into his soft hair and wrapped your legs around Bruce's waist. Keeping him as close as possible..

You two were breathing into eachothers mouths as Bruce was slowly rocking into you again until a hand to his hip stopped him once you noticed how gone he himself was..

it made a little bit of pride bloom in your chest knowing that you reduced vengeance, the batman to a mindless, rutting mess. But you were the same right now..

Bruce felt so relaxed for once..he almost forgot what that felt like. Bruce looked up at you and couldn't help but kiss you again

"I love you.." he confessed and you almost thought you were so cockdrunk that you were hallucinating but he actually said that he loved you..

Bruce Wayne Confessed his feelings to you.

You grabbed his face as soft as you could to kiss him again "I love you too.."

Bruce smiled and shyly hid his face back into your shoulder. You pat his back and he looked back into your eyes "we should go take a bath.." bruce got off you and slowly pulled his softening cock out of you with a little moan "yeah..you go up first..I'll follow, I gotta do something real quick"

You cocked your head to the side and frowned bruce chuckled softly "it has nothing to do with work.." he smiled again at you. You could never get tired of his rare smiles..they always force your face to smile

"Okay..I'll be waiting, brucey" you purred and pulled your dress back down as well as pulling your straps back up before walking into the elevator.

Bruce watched you leave and then took the eyelens out to place it back onto it's holder.

If you thought he was joking about sending this to your husband, Bruce Wayne wasn't quite the humorous type.

He pulled up your husband's number and sent it without hesitation, why should he hesitate anyway? He never liked him. He hated the way he treated you like a second option..you deserve better and you'll get better.

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