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hanasnx · 4 months

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BRUCE WAYNE was in the hot seat. Well, more appropriately, Batman was in the hot seat. Which meant it was time for the billionaire playboy to make a public appearance so controversial, any press worth their tacks would cover his televised blunder rather than some depressing masked vigilante’s dealings. People prefer gossip over politics, and Bruce knows how to work an angle.

You’re a fresh adult, but the people already know you. A perfect Gotham sweetheart: a little darling on the front cover of lingerie magazines, starring as a bombshell in motion pictures, named the honor of the Ice Princess last month. You wore your little feathery outfit, next to nothing in the freezing cold, and turned on the city's giant Christmas tree lights just as the Ice Princess does every year. Known for your youth and beauty, Bruce knew you were the perfect candidate to take all the attention away from where it shouldn't be. Tabloids couldn't decide whether to praise the seasoned billionaire for landing a nineteen-year-old catch, or condemn him for having a mid-life crisis.

"Bruce Wayne seen with Gotham's Ice Princess." was everywhere anyone looked. It seemed the city had taken quite a protective role over you, which is exactly what Bruce needed.

Now that he's got you, he flaunts you. He lets you lug him around town, any local events that could be televised are his priorities. There, he makes a big show of touching you in ways only a lover is allowed to. Things that make you pat his huge bicep scoldingly. "Brucie!" you chide with a gasp, "You're so shameless." you say, but you fucking love it. How he openly mouths at your neck, lapping and sucking on your pulse point enough for lewd pretty sounds to slew from your parted lips. Little whimpers that any onlookers eat up.

He'll grope you unabashedly, big hand grabbing at your ass or giving it a swat. He needs those cameras to see how gross he is, how crazy he is about his nineteen-year-old situationship. If you get kissed, it's fucking sloppy. Mostly tongue, tongue outside the mouth as much as he can appropriately get away with. His "dirty sense of humor" will bleed into the public scene as well, hugging you from behind only to jokingly engulf your neck with his hand to fake a choke.

Every single one of these things he does for attention, leaves you hot and bothered. Frustrated from his treatment of you that's so warm when there are prying eyes, but so cold when you're finally alone together. You want Bruce Wayne to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, but when doors are closed suddenly it's: "Something's come up." or "The sushi hit me wrong." Or the worst one of all: the polite, civilized, but uninterested act. You're all over him, begging for him to finally fuck you after stringing you along and teasing you so ardently all day, and he treats you as if you are an acquainted business associate who has overstayed her welcome. You don't get it. An hour ago he was pulling your neckline towards him for a peek down your dress, and now he's showing you the door with a smile on his face.

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bruisedboys · 4 months

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how do u think battinson shows affection ?? 🤔 since he's literally a sopping wet cat of a man and not the best as socializing, one would think physical affection but is he too awkward for that even ? what do u think ??

battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

okay okay!! so I think for bruce wayne, acts of service is a big one in terms of showing affection!! mostly because he can just do them quietly, if you know what I mean? he doesn’t have to make a big show out of it, doesn’t even have to tell you he’s gonna do them. he’ll just iron your clothes for you without you having to ask, buy your favourite shampoo when he notices you’re running out, tie your shoes before you leave the house together, take your heels off for you after a date. just so many quiet, sweet acts of service that he doesn’t even really think about, he just does them because he loves you and he cares. he gets shy when you confront him about it, though. like, you’ll find he’s restocked all your skincare and hair products and you’ll hunt him down and be like, “bruce, honey, you didn’t have to,” pushing up on to your toes to kiss him. he gets all red around the ears and pretends he doesn’t know what you’re talking about <3

as for physical affection, I think yes he enjoys giving it and receiving it but it’s gotta be at the right time! given how protective he is, he’ll hold your hand in public or almost always have one of his big hands on your hip or the small of your back to guide you, but nothing much more than that. when you’re alone he likes it a lot more, especially if you’re the one giving it. he’s not often the one to initiate hugs or cuddles, it’s almost always you. but you don’t mind, because he never rejects you what you want. he’s a bit awkward about it, especially in the beginning, never knowing what to do with his hands (should he rub your back or stroke your hair or just keep them still??) but once he’s more used to it he’s a really good hugger. his broadness helps too <3

still, his favourite thing is when you initiate the cuddling because it makes him feel really loved and wanted! and then he’ll cuddle back. when you climb in his lap and tuck your chin over his shoulder, he’ll rub your back and you all but melt on top of him. you’ll be lying half on top of him in bed, stroking his cheek lovingly, and he’ll take your hand in his and press his mouth to your fingertips. when you’re massaging his shoulders after a long night, or pushing his hair from his forehead when it’s in his eyes, he’ll give your hip a squeeze as a thank you. it’s almost like, your affection makes him brave enough to reciprocate it. and it honestly means a lot, coming from him. your awkward grumpy touch-starved boy <3

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angelltheninth · 24 days

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Can you do a Bruce Wayne friends to lovers Drabble?

Sure thing!

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, confession, friends to lovers, kiss, being flustered, misunderstandings, kind of a first date

A/N: Bruce, as always needs lots of love.

You were often Bruce's plus one, it was easier to ask one of his best friends then always hire someone else. That and you could get your story straight easier. Most media outlets have already started reporting on his new girlfriend. Going to such an important Gala only fanned the flames.

Being the center of the rumor mill isn't anything new to him. And you have slowly been getting used to it.

"It's nice to see you've finally settled down Mr. Wayne. None expected this of... a man such as yourself." You only vaguely knew the man talking to you two, one of Gotham's big investors. "And great taste as always."

"Oh, no... Bruce and I are..." You heard rumors from far away, you never expected to be confronted about the status of your relationship right here and now. "Just..."

"We just got together a few weeks ago." Bruce interrupted, placing a hand over the one you had on his arm. "We wanted to keep it a secret for a while longer. So please if you would do us this favor."

The older man laughed softly, "I see, the honeymoon phase."

You shot Bruce a pointed look when the man walked away, "I wasn't aware we were dating. When were you planning on telling me that, Bruce?"

"I was hoping you would have figured it out by the time I asked you to marry me. But in all seriousness, would you... we've known each other for a while and I think we would work well together." Bruce covered his face like he was coughing, but he was actually covering his blush. "What do you say?"

"Well I'm already wearing a dress aren't I? How about you ask me for a dance, Mr. Wayne?" You were cheeky in your reply and were quickly pulled into a kiss, then to the lively dance floor, mindless of the camera flashes around you.

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devilfic · 5 months

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Do you still make Batman x reader? If yes, could I request a "reader figures out Bruce Wayne is Batman"?

Thank you!

❝honeymoon❞

parts: next plot: 'til death do you part. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce. words: 760.

a/n: a little something quick that I thought of!

Recognizing that you had agreed to this, you had been prepared to accept anything. An affair, a drug addiction, secret ties to the mafia overlords like high society always suspected. That was your job as Bruce's spouse: contractually obligated to be okay with it and never let anyone find out about it. Whatever it was.

Even now, as your brain short circuits and the floor feels like you're about to sink right into it, you're looking for ways to be okay with this, and he's looking at you like he wants to kill you.

It's a fleeting look. One second there, the next vanished. Neither of you say anything but there is a world of things being felt, you're certain. One of you has to budge. "This... isn’t what I was expecting."

But Bruce doesn't laugh (and you'd never expect him to, not in your presence). He stands there, heaving slow breaths to calm himself down, the cowl still conspicuously trembling between both of his hands. He could've tossed it or let it go but it's almost like you've frozen him solid.

"Where did you get that?" Is all he demands, eyes trained on the key glimmering in your hand now. "The doormen have orders to-"

"To not let me in? I know. I had the key made myself. Your doormen are easy to persuade with the right amount of money."

Bruce's lip twitches and he scoffs. "I won't tell anyone," you assure him, about 75% convinced of it yourself, "It does me no good to have extra eyes on me, and I'm sure you've got contingency plans in place were I or anyone else to expose you. You were always very good about that. Plans."

"Of course you won't. Your mother wouldn't approve of the disruption in cash flow."

Your eyes narrow. "I am not interested in what my mother wants."

"Why not? She's a part of this marriage, too. Isn't she?"

"Can we talk about the suit?" Bruce stiffens when you bring back attention to the compromised position you'd found him in. "I have questions, and I suppose if you want me to be good at lying about your... hobby, you'll have to prep me."

"I think the less you know, the better. Personally."

"The 'my husband's just busy with work' spiel is getting old, and people are already starting to talk about us living apart. Now, when I married you," you watch him flinch as you take a step forward, "I promised that I would be with you in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, 'til death do us part. Your business is my business. Your secret," within arm's length of his cowl, you wrench it from his grasp and he relents rather easily, "is my secret. I will take it with me to the grave so long as you keep up your end of the bargain."

Up close, you take in the black paint smeared over his eyes, a fitting backdrop for his stunning eyes so cool. The fire in the hearth flickers off of them, reflecting back at you as you stand but inches apart.

Just as you stole his cowl, Bruce steals your key. He holds it up in the palm of his glove, "You want to move in."

You hum, "It would help with appearances. And my mother would be pleased."

"I thought you weren't interested in what your mother wants."

"I'm not, but she's interested in you, and given tonight's revelation... I think you'd like someone keeping her nose out of your business."

You punctuate your point with a touch to his chest, palm laid flat over his heart and the several layers of iron-clad padding in front of it. His hair falls into his eyes as he looks down at it, then back at you. There's discomfort there but... something else. Resignation, you'd wager. Defeat. You almost sigh in relief when it dawns on you that you've—rather miraculously—won this battle going in completely blind.

Later, it will dawn on you (or plummet on you) just what you've witnessed tonight. Just what you've agreed to. Just who you've married.

Bruce peels your hand away, placing the key in your palm before releasing it like a burning stone. "There are guest rooms on the second floor." He pauses when you're not fast enough to school your expression, his mouth turning down into a scowl, "This changes nothing else." And he stalks away.

Nothing else. This changes nothing else, but if anyone were to ask, the honeymoon was going great.

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toastedkiwi · 5 months

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The Reveal

The Justice League being obsessed with celeb gossip mainly because it keeps shit light. A main topic happens to be Bruce Wayne- an obnoxiously hot billionaire with a heart of gold in a world of darkness and his recent fiancée who’s got him smiling even brighter. It’s hope. Because even though this orphaned billionaire went through some crazy heartbreaking shit, he’s still bright… and a dumb dork.

However, they don’t know that the man of the hour is in the room with them— the scowling dark knight. They proclaim he’s just jealous that Gotham’s White Knight is more lovable… but that’s the point. He keeps things separate. He has for a whole decade. Nobody knows who is under the cowl except for The Martian but he won’t reveal the secret. It’s been a whole decade since the Justice League assembled.

An incident changes everything. They— The Flash and Superman had witnessed Batman kissing a kidnapped victim, the future Mrs. Wayne, and holding her like a lover would. And she’s clutching onto him so tightly— Batman doesn’t let anybody touch him except for the occasional kid and sidekick that can get away with such behavior.

The Flash spilled the details to everyone in the original crew. They’re filled with shock and disbelief. How could she do that? How could he?

It turns into a scolding the second Batman walked into the conference room. When I said to get out of the cave, I didn’t mean that! -That is highly unethical behavior, Bats. I’d never expected you to be crossing that line! -How could you do that to Brucie?!

The cowl came off. The bright blue almost icy eyes that the gays, theys, and gals have been fawning over look at them. They see the faint facial scars from “kidnappings” that make it known he’s a survivor. The black cropped hair is messy, ruffled. A white bandage is over his nose. There’s slight discoloration on his right cheekbone with minimal swelling.

“Are you guys done talking about my “affair” yet?” is all Bruce asked with a smirk.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 2 months

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It comes and it goes (but it always comes back)

hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here

pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.1k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: good dad bruce wayne and adopted reader and that's abt it, healing and helping and all that fun stuff

a/n: you know how it works by now lemme know if you want more and enjoy ok xoxo

Bruce knocks softly on the doorframe of your open balcony door and smiles in that gentle, loving way of his. Your reaction to this varies always, which he knows and understands. Sometimes it's shock that you greet him with - not used to being loved, not used to something gentle.

Sometimes it's anger - a harsh snap of disbelief. This hurts him, but he understands - you're not really angry, you're just trying to protect yourself from something that you feel is too good to be true. And you always apologize after, always end up hovering by the doorway of his study as he works. He invites you in every time, that same soft smile on his lips. And tears gather in your eyes as you apologize and ask for forgiveness. You don't have to ask me that, he always reminds. You don't have to beg to be loved. And then, when your bottom lip trembles and your hands bunch the hem of your shirt, he gets up, settling down on the leather couch and holding out his hand to you.

You go to him, always - something he's irrevocably grateful for every time as flashes of you, young and scared, stumbling away from him whenever he tried to help, flash through his mind. Every step you take towards him is a victory. And you settle at his side, every time, crying into his shoulder and holding onto him as if he'll disappear if you loosen your grip. He holds you back, just as tight. I'm here. No matter what, I'm here. Because as much as it hurts him to see you hurting, the idea of you doing it alone is much worse.

This time, however, is his least favourite reaction. Your disbelief, he can deal with. Your anger and suspicion and fear he can take in stride. But in moments like this one, where his love is met with anguish - these are the hardest.

It's pain that he sees in your eyes when he smiles at you from the doorway of your balcony. A deep, settling sorrow that he can see swallowing you whole. You're curled up on the little couch you have out there, arms wrapped around your waist like some sort of shield against the world.

You don't need to do that, he thinks. Let me do it for you.

"May I join you?" Is what he asks, slowly stepping forward and settling on the couch next to you when you nod. He shifts so that he's facing you, watching as you pointedly keep your gaze locked on the gardens over the balcony railing - always so determined not to look sadness in the eye.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Bruce prompts gently, hoping to crack you open a bit in that soft, gentle way of his. He keeps his hands relaxed on his knees, palms facing up in an inviting gesture. He needs you to know that he's there not just for words, but for touch if you need it, too.

"It's bad again, Bruce." You say quietly, voice wavering. Your chin stays up, though, eyes staying forward. "I know that, um… I know that I'm getting better and that this is just… temporary. But… knowing that and feeling that are two different things." You're sniffing by the end of that, trying so determinedly to keep yourself together. You don't have to, though - not with him.

"What do you need?" Bruce asks, voice still quiet and level - a solid object for you to grasp onto in the middle of drowning.

"I think I just… need to cry about it." You say dejectedly, finally looking at him. You're wearing a mask that he recognizes well - you don't want to cry. There is no part of you that wants to break down and feel this, even though you know you have to.

"You don't have to do that alone," Bruce reminds soothingly.

"I feel like I am alone," you whisper back, like it's a confession not fit for others to hear. Your eyes grow wide after the words leave your mouth and your eyes search Bruce's face for any sign of anger or disappointment. "I didn't mean - I'm sorry - I know you're here and you're trying and it's not your fault - I'm just -"

"Hey hey hey… you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay," Bruce offers in return, and the only thing you can find in his face is that same soft, gentle understanding and patience. There's no anger - no judgement or disappointment or frustration. There's just love. And really… that's all you need.

"It's ok… it's ok, you cry as much as you need," he assures as you bury your head in your hands, sobs beginning to wrack your body. He opens his arms and you fall into them, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back comfortingly.

"It hurts," you say through your tears, breath stuttering as you try to speak. "I have everything I ever wanted and it hurts so much."

"It's an adjustment," Bruce soothes. "It's new and it's different and it takes time - even though it's good. Sometimes the good things are hard to handle, too."

"I wouldn't know," You snap bitterly. Bruce just smiles.

"You do now," He reminds. You breathe deeply for a minute, sniffing through your tears.

"Yea… I guess I do." You say finally, smiling weakly. It's small, but it's genuine, and that's enough for Bruce.

"Can you tell me why you feel alone?" He asks. "I'm not upset. I just want to know so that I can help you." You nod and take a deep breath, steadying yourself, focusing on the feeling of him rubbing a hand up and down your back. He pulls a blanket over to you, wrapping it around your shoulders. You let him. It's a step. And every step is a victory.

"Sometimes I just… feel so far away. Even if we're all here, in the Manor. Even if we're all in the same room. It's like… it's like I'm drifting out to sea and everyone's just standing on the shore and no one's noticed, because to them I'm still right here, but to me… I'm just so far away." You explain. Bruce hums in understanding, still busying himself with pulling the blanket around you just right and placing pillows where they should be around you. You recognize it as one of the ways he shows that he loves you. That's a step.

"Is there anything I can do to help that?" He asks. You smile a bit.

"This helps." You say.

"Then we can do this for as long as you need… whenever you need," Bruce promises, settling in next to you. "There's hope out there, sweetheart. And I'll stay right here with you while you find it."

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brownsugarwrites · 7 months

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countryboy!bruce x grad!student reader blurb 😇 (pls ignore all typos I typed this at 1:20 am on my phone!!!)

Its wagon wednesday at the local bar where the music is blasting and the mechanical bull is being ridden by just about everyone.

Bruce came here with a couple of friends to unwind and to celebrate hump day after a long day taking care of the ranch.

Watching the patrons enjoy themselves by drinking and dancing he sipped on his whiskey while indulging in his friends conversation.

Wagon wednesday was your favorite day of the week. It gave you an excuse to wear your daisy dukes cowboy boots and a flannel that was tied into a crop top.

With this being you and your best friends release to get rid of the stressors of grad school you enjoyed it alot.

Now you had 2 beers in your system ready to conquer the mechanical bull that stood in front of you.

Getting into the inflatable bull pen bruce was almost stunned by your looks.

The shorts that hugged your thick thighs and how your ass spilled slightly out of the shorts, the way your tits were pushed up almost bursting out your top.

He sallowed thickly before watching you straddle the bull.

Starting off slow you held onto the bull rather tight. You were determined not to fall this time.

Riding the bull your tits bounced slightly while you smiled.

He could tell you were having fun on the bull as he tried to ignore his hard on under the table.

Ultimately winning the bull riding challenge bruce smiled as he watched you celebrate with your friend.

Telling the bartender to put your drinks on his tab he looked to where you were sitting.

Giving a look of confusion before looking in the direction the bar tender was pointing you gave a shy smile mouthing a thank you before giving him a wink.

Raising his glass to you he smiled.

He hoped to see you every Wednesday from then on.

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nighterwriter · 2 years

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Frozen Yogurt

Bruce Wayne x reader

Word Count: 536

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The dentist said you had fallen asleep a couple of minutes after you’d come out of your wisdom tooth removal. No fussing, no complaining, just a few slow blinks and you were out like a light. You woke up when Bruce accidentally jostled your head, groaning as he murmured apologies against your temple. By the time he started driving, you were as awake as a heavily sedated person could be.

“You okay? Not feeling nauseous?”

Bruce watches as your eyes slowly pan over to him. You blink and it takes another few seconds for you to answer.

“Who the fuck are you?” He bit the inside of his cheek as you narrow your eyes in confusion.

“I’m your husband.”

You scoff and shake your head. “No, no. You’re not my husband.”

“Then who is?”

“I can’t say. It’s a secret.”

“A secret?” He paused for a moment and then smiled. “Can I guess?”

You crossed your arms in suspicion and nodded.

“Batman.”

He couldn’t hold back his laughter when you gasped loudly, pressing yourself to the door, eyes widened open by surprise and shock. He passed a thumb over your chin as a drool started to leak out your open mouth. He decided to place a light hand on your thigh as you continued to blink and process the ‘reveal.’

“Who told you?”

“No one. I’m Batman.”

“Liar. Only liars lie like that.” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and you cringed at the taste of blood and antiseptic.

“I know sweetheart. I’ll change the bandages and then we’ll get you something to get that taste out of your mouth.”

“Bandages?”

In hindsight, it was a bad idea. Bruce had seen you under laughing gas before and it was best to keep his voice low and soft when talking to you. But as you reached to touch the cotton and stitches in your mouth, he forgot how sensitive you were under sedation.

“Don’t touch it!”

He swore as your arms jerked back and curled to your chest. He was able to pull over just in time for your waterworks to start. Hot fat tears streak your face as you blubber about how he yelled and scared you.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

“Batman wouldn’t yell at me! You’re not Batman!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Bruce took a deep breath and turned to you, holding your hands in his. You had quieted down to whimpers and small bursts of ‘you’re a liar!’ and ‘you yelled at me!’ in between sobs.

“Y/N. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I didn’t mean it, okay? You were gonna touch your stitches and that would’ve been bad. I never meant to scare you. I’m sorry.” He kissed the tears falling on your cheeks gently.

You took shuddering breaths and calmed down enough to whine and he tutted in sympathy, pushing the hair out of your eyes and checking on the status of the bandages in your mouth.

“How about we get ice cream on the way back? Hm?”

“Frozen yogurt,” You spoke, clutching his hand to your chest, “I want frozen yogurt in the biggest bucket they have.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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rxtrovillans · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne NSFW Headcanons

Pairing: Battinson x fem!reader

A/n: sorry for errors not proof read!!

B.W Masterlist

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bruce is very attentive after, it doesn’t matter if he was gentle and slow or rough and fast during sex, and with him being the big bad batman when it comes to you he is very sensitive. He might run you a bath after cleaning up any messes on your body he might have made (Like cumming on your stomach), or he might just pull you onto his chest and give you kisses on your forehead until you both fall asleep.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bruce loves his hands, he loves what he can do with them since he makes a lot of his own tech and gadgets. But he also loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you and the feeling of his cock getting painfully hard while he watches your face contorted in pleasure that only he can give you. He also loves watching his hands dig into your hip which leaves light-colored bruises for the next couple of days.

Bruce loves your hips, he likes how warm it is especially when he lays his head there when he has free time. He loves the feeling Of your hips under his rough hands when you’re riding him, or when he’s eating you out and he has to hold your hips down to the mattress to keep you still (Or when you’re sitting in his face, same applies with keeping you still and steady). He loves leaving love bits on them that only he gets to see.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He either always wears a condom or almost never does.

If he never wore a condom he’d choose to cum in you and watch it drip out a little before finger fucking it back into you.

He likes to come in your mouth/down your throat, the imagine of his cum dripping down the sides of your mouth makes him want to fuck your face again.

D: Dirty Secret

He loves when you are in his clothes. Waking up to see you wearing his shirts that fit you like a dress while your hips are swaying to whatever you're humming, it makes his cock stiff. This often leads to him fucking you rough against the counter with his shirt that you’re wearing bunched up around your waist.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bruce has hooked up with a few women before he met you, though his nightly routine has made it rather hard to keep a large amount of companions.

He’s well aware of what he needs to do in order to please the person he’s hooking up with (he’s skilled in many ways *wink wink*)

F: Favorite Position

He likes when you’re on top, laying down against him and you move your hips up and down ride him, he likes gripping (Watering can position). He loves it when you do this position, he grips onto your hips the whole time.

He loves missionary, the intense eye contact throughout makes me want to fuck you harder and faster.

He loves when you ride his face….

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s usually serious and heavily focused on giving you pleasure, but sometimes when you make jokes he’ll laugh and return his own little joke back but then he’ll go back to being serious…

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s trimmed, never bare. He’s kind of a perfectionist so he’ll take his time on his appearance.

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’d kiss you everywhere. Gently touching an area on your body befitting kissing it. He’d whisper Loving affirmations in small little moments (“you’re so beautiful” etc).

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Hmm…… he definitely does jack off but I don’t think he’s very active in this department. Because of his Vigilante persona when he’s out in duty you’re usually at home waiting for him to return, this also happens when he is home so the need to jack off isn't really needed.

(You being at his home isn’t seen as clingy or annoying to him because he honestly enjoys your company)

There are times where you ask him to get off in front of you.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Edging, he loves to edge you

Praise kink, He loves when you give him praise and gratification

L: Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Countertops, the bedroom, the floor of Your bedroom, and when he’s fully risky against his window that shows his green backyard.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Very simple things. Being nice to him (LOL), wearing his clothes, complimenting him, gently kisses….

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Age play

Batman role play, HEAR ME OUT… he wants to make Bruce and Batman two different people. He tries to keep his Batman persona separate from his Bruce Wayne life.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh man… this man loves making you cum with his mouth over and Over again. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego, he will continue to tease you “You know I’m the only one who can make you like this right?” Or “Wow you’re gonna cum again?”.

He also enjoys receiving but loves giving more, he loves seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock and when he’s finished he loves seeing his cum dripping from your mouth.

The first time you guys had sex, you went to give him head and he pushed you away wanting to give it to you first.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually it depends on his mood, if he’s frustrated with how a case is going or anything in general, it’s usually hard and fast. But Most of the time it’s at a moderate speed.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers proper sex rather than quickies, he loves the long intimate sessions he has with you rather than to have small quick sessions.

He does have quickies with you sometimes, when you two are in the middle of fucking and he sees the bat symbol it ends very quickly, but not before he makes you cum.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’d risk getting caught while having sex once in a while though it will be your idea not his.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

Depending on the pace determines how long he’ll last.

If he’s fucking you fast, he can go 3 Rounds and last as long as you for all three.

If he’s fucking you slow ge can go up to 4 - 5 rounds

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He might keep a bullet vibrator to use on you while he’s fucking you.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

When he’s in a good mood he likes to bring some fun into the bedroom so he’ll edge you multiple times before making you finally come.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A few grunts here and there and maybe a moan if you tug on his hair or something (and he rolls his eyes back in pleasure with a little moan when you do this!!!!).

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

This man loves eating Pussy… there I said it. He loves holding you down to keep you from squirming, he loves to flick your sensitive clit over and over again before fucking you with his toungue. He loves the taste of you. He loves knowing that only he can bring you this kind of pleasure. He does it every chance he can get.

MY BATMAN DEVOURS!!

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Roughly 7-8 inches long and a thick 3 inches wide (hot!)

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He thinks about sex with you all the time, though he doesn’t really have the time to act on it due to his nightly job. Butttt whenever he can, he goes all out giving you multiple round of him fucking you and making you come multiple times before he even gets a chance to.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He lets you lay in his chest while playing with your hair, he usually waits till you fall asleep first.

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ellabxrnes · 2 years

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Hypnotist (Drabble) | Bruce Wayne x Reader

Word Count: 271

Based off this image I found on my Instagram:

"Hey baby," you say when you enter the living room where Bruce is lying on the couch with his laptop. You love these moments with him; they are so raw and wholesome. The curtains on the tall windows are open, and the light hits his face, making his already handsome face look even more chiseled.

He looks up and smiles at you, not the smile he flashes in front of the cameras or others. This is the one reserved for you in these moments when there's no one else around. "Hello, darling." He sets his laptop aside and ushers for you to sit beside him. "What's going on?" he asks as you snuggle beside him.

You giggle as you ask, knowing the answer. "Have you ever been hypnotized?" Bruce leans back and gives you an intrigued look. "What do you mean? I mean- The Riddler..." he responds.

"No, no, no. Have you ever been willingly hypnotized?" you look to Bruce and ask.

"Well, no. Why?" he asks, then quickly adds. "Is this one of those stupid pranks?"

"No. Okay then, I'll start..."

"I don't think that's how it works, darling." He joked.

"You will fall in love with me..." you said.

He laughed, actually laughed! "What's so funny, Bruce?"

"I'm already in love with you." He shows you his hand, specifically the wedding band. "Isn't this any proof of that?"

You huff. "Okay, well then. You will show me how much you love me..."

His pupils blow. And he lowers his voice before scooping you up in his arms and whispering in your ear as he walks up the stairs to your shared room. "I think I can do that."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Just a reminder that I do take requests! Also, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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hanasnx · 4 months

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sugar daddy

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: posted this on my dc blog before i deleted the entire blog so i’m reposting it here WARNINGS: established relationship | daddy kink | size difference | impact play: ass smack.

Unsure of how you’d earned it, BRUCE WAYNE took you on a shopping trip. All day you’d been dragging him around, letting him pay for your bags upon bags of items with his shiny black card. You can’t help it, staring up at him with those doe eyes he knows so well, it brings a proud curl to his lips. He knows what’s earned, he can read it on your flirtatious body language. How you sway your hips in front of him, eyeing him over your shoulder with the tip of your fingernail wedged between your teeth. Nails he paid for.

“Happy?” he remarks, and you nod with a coy grin.

“Mhm.” you hum in affirmation. “Thanks, Daddy.” you emphasize the nickname, proving to him you’re doing this to mess with him. The thought process appears in his eyes, and a competitive allure blooms within them. To reward you for your behavior, his massive hand swings out to swat your little ass. You squeak, and scold him with a look of disbelief in his direction. He pays it no mind, paying for all of the product you picked out.

On the way out, he clasps your hand in his, nearly enveloping it. A breeze from the open door slips through your legs, and you realize how people must be able to see the red flash of your panties right now. You wiggle your hips as you tug the hemline of your little dress back down.

You feel a chastising squeeze to your hand. “Don’t fidget.”

“Can’t help it, Daddy, you rode my dress up.”

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ochibrochi · 2 months

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spontaneous magic manifestation was NOT mentioned in the parenting handbook 😬

I know this isn’t how magic in dc works, but the fact that Damian’s ancestry includes some pretty powerful magic users is… INTERESTING 🤔? Drabble under the cut!

I wanna preface that I'M NOT SAYIN' that Damian should/does have magic powers, but there’s still so much unexplored potential with Damian's character, and the thought that he has a dormant adeptness in magic is somewhat compelling to me. Most importantly it would FREAK! BRUCE! OUT!!!!! What is this, magic puberty 😭??

By DC laws, anyone has the ability to learn magic, but it is also possible to be an innate ability. The Al Ghuls are no strangers to the occult-- Ra's has had increasingly been portrayed as a magic user, and the recent establishment of his mother being a sorceress/witch?? Even Talia dabbled in a bit of magic, I think. There is a catch that their power is suggested to be due to Lazarus exposure, but for arguments sake let's say the Al Ghul lineage is inherently proficient in magic (and Lazarus exposure simply enhances it).

I can't recall "magic" being a part of Damian's training/upbringing (I'm still slowly catching-up on Damian comics so apologies if I miss any canon examples of magic use). Not sure why Talia wouldn't want her little "heir to an ancient assassin empire baby" to learn magic, but it would at least give reason to Damian not knowing about his magic potential, or lack of interest in it.

Through the power of pseudo storytelling, what if Damian's encounter with Mother Soul could have triggered a manifestation of magic that was once dormant; like a pressure cooker waiting to explode with energy when it hasn't been given a safe outlet.

I've yet to read a satisfying arc where Damian truly gets to contemplate his Al Ghul roots outside of "dad is good guy, mum is bad guy". Damian's initial character growth stems from him running away from, and renouncing his association with the League (i.e. "I'm nothing like you, mother and grandfather!").

The most recent thing I've read was Robin (2021), and whilst Damian is much more cordial with his mother, there's still an emotional distance and sense of distrust/resentment (for good reason, even if the context was some cartoonishly evil writing). But there is a silver-lining that they still appear to be fond of each other, in a melancholy kind of way.

Realizing he's "genetically" primed for magic would be especially confronting to Damian. There's no denying his Al Ghul blood, forcing him to confront a facet of himself he can no longer ignore or reject. A family that he likely has to approach for help/guidance.

Damian is put in a position of acknowledging this power could be used for good, to be stronger, to fight crime, balancing it with the implication that what he possesses could be rooted in dark magic (Lazarus enchantment).

If he decides to embrace it, would that be too much of an endorsement of the Al Ghul's dark occultism? Can he separate the two ideas? What if he can't control it? What if he accidentally hurts someone? What if has the ability to save someone where his other skills fall short?

Ideally, I'd love for this hypothetical story to lead into Damian exploring his Al Ghul heritage more intimately, historically, and spiritually (à la RSoB: Year of Redemption adventures). Another little coming-of-age self discovery journey.

I have my own little personal thoughts on what Damian decides to do with his magic powers, but I'd like to leave that open to interpretation... By the end of it I hope that he will at least find some forgiveness over resentment, and a balance between accepting that side of his family a little easier. It is finally a sense of inner peace :)

Any thoughts? Did I get any characterisation wrong? Let's talk over on my DC blog @arkhamochi! I'm currently trying to read all Damian-centric comics until I catch up with the current run. I'm hungry for discussion and analysis!!!!!!

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superbat-love · 3 months

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Clark: [stares at Ace] Is that what I think it is?

Bruce: Oh, that’s Chewperman, Ace’s favorite chew toy.

Clark: You let Ace chew on a mini me?

Bruce: That’s what it’s made for. If it makes you feel bad, I’ll make one for Krypto too. He’ll love it, right boy?

Ace: Woof.

The following week at the Fortress of Solitude…

Bruce: Why is this toy kept behind a glass casing? It’s meant for Krypto. [takes it out of the casing and tosses it to Krypto] Here boy!

Krypto: [happily chomps on the Batman chew toy]

Clark: Noooo! Don’t! Krypto, let go of Batsqueak!

Bruce: Batsqueak?

Clark: It just feels wrong, Bruce! I can’t bear to let any harm come to Batsqueak. He should be kept safe in his ice cave, not mauled by giant fangs.

Bruce: …

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devilfic · 4 months

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omg we need more of the honeymoon shot bruce and reader,, maybe a one bed trope if it’s not too much to ask no pressure obv!!<3

❝honeymoon❞

II. marriage bed.

parts: previously / next plot: the in-laws are in town. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce, only one bed trope. words: 1.6k.

"I'm sorry" feels numb to say at this point. You still say it, standing at the foot of what should have been your marriage bed. It's been a long night and you'd wrung your hands of dish soap until your family practically barked at you to get to bed, to get back to your husband.

You can still hear them, cackling downstairs in the living room while your nieces and nephews tumble through the hallway. It must feel alien to have your childhood home, long devoid of familial joy, be suddenly bursting full of it. And have none of it mean anything to you.

Bruce stands shoulder to shoulder with you for a few more beats. Then he walks to the door, and you watch him twist the lock with a firm click. Your heart picks up a bit.

His steps are muted on the carpet and you take in his shoulders, the rolling hills of muscles in his back, and the pants that cling to the divots of his hip bones. The black cashmere is a gift from your mother, something preferable to his "ratty" sweats. He didn't like these very much.

Since you'd started living here, you caught glimpses of him like this. A heavy shadow of a man skulking in the darkness, waiting for you to leave for work before revealing himself. Rarely would you find yourselves crossing paths in the kitchen or catching eyes in the living room. And with each fleeting glance, he would escape elsewhere, receding into the tower the way a frightened cat might hide from strangers. Intruders. Funnily enough, you found avoiding eye contact helped that.

But now there was nowhere to run. Your family was here for the holidays and they were in every room. Eyes everywhere.

"Do you need to work tonight?" You'd started calling it that: "work". It made sense around the family (not so much your mother), and it didn't put him on edge when you skirted around the "B" word. "I can help you get downstairs."

He's half-turned to you, waiting on his side of the bed, so you can see the way his face scrunches up at a thought, "Gordon... told me to take time off. For family."

You snort, "You told him the in-laws were in town?"

"Yes."

You blink, "Oh."

Bruce had told you that between you and Alfred, no one else knew who Batman was. The lieutenant, trusted friend and ally as he were, had yet to join the ranks of your prestigious little club. It felt wrong to be in it when he wasn't; you'd forced yourself into it, and Bruce didn't even trust you.

You round the bed opposite to Bruce, and staring across it at him felt like staring across an ocean—he was so far away. You wondered how many people had shared this bed with him. How many he trusted as little as you.

You understand that the Bruce you remember was still a boy, grieving much differently than he is now, and had liked you just a little bit more.

You're the first to draw back the covers.

Bruce watches you settle in before following suit, reluctant, as if he were still wondering about the cons of sleeping in his car tonight. The weight of the bed dramatically shifts and you glide against the silk to his side when he lays down, your hand going for his upper arm to steady yourself. He jolts at the contact, staring you down like a deer in headlights.

Your second sorry of the night spills from your lips, and you squirm away from the warmth of his side and back to the edge of the bed.

You both lay like that for a while, side by side, neither of you particularly comfortable.

"Why didn't you say no?"

His question rocks the stillness in the air. You almost jolt. You turn your head and ask, as casually as you are able, "Say no to what?"

"The marriage."

Ah. "You've met my mother. It's hard to say no to her. Isn't that why you're in this situation in the first place?"

He remains looking up at the ceiling, but you see his jaw constrict, "The you I knew had a backbone."

He means it to hurt. Reminders of your youth together had not softened with time, it seemed, even if he treated you like a distant memory. You don't muster up the courage to bite back at him. Instead, you tuck your tail and keep the mist from gathering in your eyes, "...Yeah."

He doesn't seem to have expected that response. He finally turns his head to look at you, visibly confused. For a few moments, the two of you just stare at each other. Him, analyzing. You... mourning. "Is this what you wanted?"

It's becoming harder to hold back tears, "Not this. Not with her pulling all the strings. Regardless of what you think about me, or my mother, or my family, I didn't want any of this. I don't... want to be your enemy, Bruce."

You want so badly for him to believe you. You've never wanted anything more than for him to see you honestly, transparently, except perhaps to see him the same. To not have to fight.

He's about to say something when the doorknob wriggles, followed by a tentative knock. The two of you sit up and listen for who could be at the door, until a small voice calls your name through the wood, "My niece." You say, rigid. "She must be lost." You go to stand but to your surprise, Bruce is already at the door letting her in.

She stands at just about his knee, blanket clutched in her chubby arms and mouth hidden by the purple fleece. She has to turn her head all the way up to look him in the eyes, "Uncle Bruce," she says through a lisp, "where's the bathroom?"

You can't fully see Bruce's reaction from the bed. From the side, you watch his shoulders sag and his cheek rise in what you think is... a smile.

Very slowly, he comes to a crouch in front of her, "The bathroom?" He asks. She nods an affirmative. "Why didn't you ask Grandpa Alfred? He knows where everything is."

Her eyes dart to the side, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, "...Grandpa Alfred is scary."

Bruce laughs, actually laughs. He hasn't laughed around you. Hasn't managed more than a smile today, and only to placate your mother. He's warmer too, more open. You watch him. Mesmerized. "He is a little scary, isn't he? But I promise, he's really nice if you get to know him." Your niece doesn't seem so convinced. A moment passes as Bruce thinks of what to say, "How about I come with you to go ask him?"

Her eyes light up, "Really?"

"Really."

Bruce holds out his arms to her, and though she's reluctant, you watch her tumble into them with arms thrown around his neck. He hops back to his feet with her perched on his hip like she weighs nothing—and she probably does, to him—and asks her in a hushed voice if she's holding on tight.

Her little head turns to look at you over his shoulder and he follows, his smile weakening some.

You almost ask if she'd like you to come with, but think better of it. In the time it would take Bruce to complete this task, you could try to fall asleep. Maybe then it'd be easier on him to share the bed with you, "Go with Uncle Bruce. Maybe Grandpa Alfred will show you the fancy swords if you're brave enough to ask."

Your niece beams, urging Bruce to take her to him this instant, and they disappear out of sight.

You're half conscious when Bruce returns and shuts the door, but there is no click of the lock to follow after.

With your back turned, all you have to tell you where he is in the room are his small sighs. He's on his side, closer than you expected him to be so quickly, and you curse the carpet that hides his footfalls. You keep your breaths measured, pretending you're fully asleep, and wait for him to climb in.

One knee presses into the mattress, then the other, and you quickly remember the problem with this bed.

He's just laid on his side when you go sliding backwards, feeling your body collide with his chest. You force your eyes to stay closed but you are chilled with mortification. Should you move? Give up the facade of sleep and scramble for the other side of the bed? Would he shove you away?

You wait for his heavy hand to fall on your back, but... nothing. Seconds crawl forward at a snail's pace. You can feel the heat of his hand hovering over your hip where your night shirt had ridden up, but he never touches you. You take slow, deep breaths. You wait for him to wake you, then, if he won't shove you.

But that also never comes. The tips of his fingers lightly brush the skin of your hip, and then disappear. You feel his arm wiggle between the both of you, feel him shift a bit on the mattress, but nothing more. He doesn't push you away. Doesn't call your name. Doesn't shake you until you're forced to crawl to the other side.

He gets comfortable. Stiff, but comfortable, and he doesn't move you. You wonder, as the heat of his chest makes you conscious of your heart beating quicker, if it's too late to crawl back on your own.

You wait for what feels like hours contemplating it. So long, it feels like he might've fallen asleep behind you. So long, that you melt into his side of the mattress. So long, that sleep comes and morning soon after before you could even make up your mind.

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