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waynewifey · 10 months

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dear mr. wayne — b.w

part one: dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two

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chaosismynamemf · 4 months

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Would anyone be willing to do some OC x Batfam rp? Anyone at alllllll?

#fiction #fandom #dc universe #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #damian wayne #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #rp request #roleplay #dc robin #red robin dc #nightwing #red hood #batman

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dreamsfullofwoe · 10 months

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He then pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss that promised things were about to get interesting.

He kissed me like he was ready for the best sex of his life, which I knew he probably was.

He started with my lips, slowly kissing me, then moving on to my cheeks, chin, neck, and finally my ears.

He moved down my neck and chest, licking and sucking my nipples.

When he got to my belly button he stopped and looked up at me. "You're so beautiful." He said. "I want to taste you."I smiled and nodded, knowing what he wanted.

1 took off my pants and panties, exposing my hairy wet pussy to him. His eyes went wide when he saw my pussy, but he didn't say anything.

my veins were pumping with horny -ness

Instead he just dove in, licking all over my pussy lips. I moaned and squirmed as he licked me from my clit to my asshole. He kept going back and forth between my pussy and my ass, driving me crazy.

He then stuck two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out while he sucked my clit into his mouth. It felt amazing, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Then he stopped. I moaned in frustration. "What are you doing?" | asked. "I'm not done yet. "He said. *I want to fuck you."

But I don't have any condoms. "I told him. " I'll take care of it. "He said. "

I'll be right back. " He said as he walked out of the room. I sat there naked on the couch, wondering what he had planned. A few minutes later he came back with a condom in his hand. "Here, put this on for me."

He said."

But..."Istarted. "It's okay. You can't get pregnant if you wear a condom. "he assured me. I slipped on the condom and he guided his hard cock into my wet pussy. He slid all the way in, filling me up."

Ohh. "I moaned. " That feels so good. "He began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy, fucking me harder than before. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight.

Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! "I screamed.

He picked up speed and fucked me harder than before, slamming his cock deep inside me.

I moaned in frustration. "What are you doing?" | asked. "I'm not done yet. "He said. *I want to fuck you."

But I don't have any condoms. "I told him. " I'll take care of it. "He said. "

He said."

Ohh. "I moaned. " That feels so good. "He began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy, fucking me harder than before. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight.

Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! "I screamed.

He picked up speed and fucked me harder than before, slamming his cock deep inside me.

|yes yes yes m’gonna cum!"Yes cum for me!

Fuuuuck! "I moaned. He slowed down his pace and held himself deep inside me, making sure he got every drop of my cum. After we both came down from our orgasms he collapsed on top of me.

Wow. That was awesome. "He said."It was."| agreed. We laid there for a little bit, catching our breaths. Then he rolled off me and lay next to me. " So, how long until your parents get home? " he asked.

About an hour. "I said. "Well, you better get cleaned up and dressed. They'll be here soon. "He said." Okay." I said. He kissed me again and left the room. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up."

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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Afterlife

by Dragon_Dweller

Clark becomes aware of his own death, in the aftermath of his battle with Doomsday, while you grieve for him.

Words: 6546, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, Superman - All Media Types, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Superman RP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Superman, Clark Kent, Kal-el, Reader, You, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen, Arthur Curry (DCU), Victor Stone, Alfred Pennyworth, Martha Kent, The Flash - Character, Aquaman, Batman, Wonder Woman - Character, Cyborg - Character, Mention of Jonathan Kent, Doomsday - Character, Lex Luther

Relationships: Clark Kent/Reader, Clark Kent x Reader, Superman x Reader, Superman/Reader, Kal-El x Reader, kal-el/reader, Clark Kent/You, Clark Kent x You, Superman/You, Superman x You

Additional Tags: Death of Superman, Death, grieving reader, Grieving, Mourning, Metropolis (DCU), Depression, Afterlife, life after death, Fighting, Language, Guilt, Trauma, HEA, Headcanon, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), Mother Boxes (DCU), Resurrection, Light amnesia, Beyond the Grave, Angst, Fluff, Cotton Candy Fluff, True Love

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41398683

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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hornypoetsociety · 2 years

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hey all!

so, this is my first post on here. i’m coming from an old roleplaying platform that hasn’t been working, and i’m looking for a new start here! here are my fandoms:

-avatar the last airbender

-marvel

-the walking dead (video game and show)

-life is strange

-harry potter

-attack on titan

-the office

-dc

those are all my fandoms, i would love any moments for them that i can get! i do plan on doing oc x cc, and i’m fine with doubling up. please be aware that i’m very new to this app and it’s functions <3 just let me know if you’re interested!

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68presley · 2 years

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*UPDATE*

check out my carrd <3

A little bit about me!

I normally make a carrd for things like this but I’m lazy so I’ll just pin this at the top of my blog

• I don’t like to give out my real name OR nickname so you can call me by my pseudonym, Cyn.

• I’m straight and use she/her pronouns.

• I’m 21 and I’m a Cancer Sun/Scorpio Moon/Libra Rising.

• My MBTI is INTP and my Enneagram is 5w4.

• I have ADHD and depression.

• I’m currently semi-fluent in German and I’m learning French as well.

• I’m OBSESSED with astrology and I read tarot.

• I used have a sort-of popular True Crime blog on here about 5-6 years ago, it was a dark time in my past so I don’t really like to talk about it much 😬

• I’m in all sorts of fandoms that primarily include, but aren’t limited to:

• The Batman (2022)

• Elvis (2022 film and the musician)

• Star Wars (Primarily the Sequel Triology)

• My favorite characters from said fandoms are (in order):

• Batman/Bruce Wayne, The Riddler/Edward Nashton, and James Gordon

• Rey, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Padmé Amidala, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Anakin Skywalker

• I love to roleplay and I have about 10-ish years of experience!

• The pairings I play in terms of roleplay are:

• Reylo

• FinnPoe

• HanLeia

• Batman x Catwoman (still iffy with this one, my characterization of Selina isn’t that good)

• Batman/Bruce Wayne x Fem!OC

• The Riddler/Edward Nashton x Fem!OC

• I’m currently a junior in college and I’m studying History with a focus in Ancient History.

• I’m currently obsessed with Animal Crossing and the Sims even though the former is stressing me tf out at the moment.

Congrats if you made it through my very uninteresting intro post, I’m sort of a boring person. Regardless, it’s so lovely to be on here again! I can’t wait to meet new people ♡

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years

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NEON GIFT

Robert Pattinson! Batman x reader headcanon

Anon asked: Well given the trailer of the new Batman, the character is really angsty emokid with eyeliner riding a motorbike and soundtrack is Nirvana, so maybe something dark and heavy and of course smutty alone time with Batman? Neon colors appreciated😍😍😍

Hope you like it anon. Enjoy.

🦇Now, let's try a hand at this

-You know that from all song from Nirvana Bruce's staple is Silver

-He finds strange comfort in the sad lyrics when he feels down in the slumps

-Especially when he needs to focus on fixing his motorbike

-He just sits cross-legged on the Batcave floor and works away

-But what he didn't expect from life is you coming in his Batcave holding a tiny gift

-He drops the wrench question the subject of the box

'A gift?'

'No, a bomb... Of course... Dumbass.'

-he grins at your remark and opens the box above the bike

-removing the lid he finds small plexiglass with a black stand

'What’s that?'

'Clue detective, you need a power source.'

-seeing the white power cable he finds a socket putting it in

-the power sprung the glass to life showing a small neon text reading

Dumbass who reads

-Bruce giggles in seconds as he asks

'Thanks, I guess.'

'It's a custom made one so you better appreciate it. That's my mom's favorite saying. It cost me 75 dollars plus free shipping.'

-he looks down at the neon sing once again finding a silver lining in it

'Thanks. Really. How can I repay you?'

'Well since it is a quiet night you could give me a ride on the new and improved bike.'

-he gives in and all of the sudden you are riding with him in front as you go across town speeding through the empty streets seeing that you are exiting the city and going on the edges of it climbing up an upright road that seemingly leads to nowhere

'Don't worry we are almost there.'

-the bike speeds up and you had to cling tighter around his waist feeling the wind go around you as Bruce protected you from the intense wind

-closing your eyes you felt the bike slow down as your eyes open you saw a glimpse a scenery you didn't expect to see in your lifetime

-hurriedly going off the bike you passed Bruce and strolling to the edge seeing Gotham under your gaze seeing the city lights shining into the sky and many buildings that you never saw in Gotham questioning your own city

'Like it?'

'Love it. It's extremely beautiful.'

'I'm glad you liked it.'

-his hand held yours as you felt the wanting need to kiss at this moment

-turning to face him you stepped closer as you felt his other hand lay on your cheek feeling the warm heat that radiates from his strong hands

-his lips landed on yours and the ever so familiar feeling of love and peace blossomed in front of you

-the kisses pilled upon each other and you felt time just slow down letting your for once enjoy yourself

-his hands pulled you needingly as if telling you not to let him go, ever

-his hands grabbed your waist staying in place not wanting to ruin this moment in any inappropriate way

-his hands felt like godsent and you wanted them all over your body so you gave him a nudge putting his hand on your ass feeling his handgrip your flesh roughly making you moan in his mouth

-your own hands wandered over his toned body slipping under his jacket and shirt feeling the bulging muscles as you move them up and down feeling his every muscle as well as his scars

-gosh you wanted to protect this emo manchild

'Let's go back to my place.'

-nothing else was needed to be said as you two drove back into the Batcave

-oh god, how good it felt being pushed over the computer in the Batcave over the many controls as you felt his hands work on your body squeezing and worshiping every inch

-his hands pressed violently against the buttons and all of the suddenly Curt Cobain's voice screams behind you

I love myself better than you

I know it's wrong so what should I do?

-in the sudden shock you move away feeling your ears curse at you for being so damn close to the speakers as Bruce turns it off

'Sorry.'

'It's okay. I was just startled.'

-as much as his libido is cockblocked he loves these moments of laughter in the not most inappropriate time

-he found stillness at the moment when he saw your smile gracing your face

'Let's go to our bedroom.'

'Why? We can do it here.'

'Well... With my luck today if we stay here Alfred may come down.'

'True. Let's go and you can screw my brains out.'

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imnotyourbcbe · 3 years

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does anyone want to do a stranger things or gotham rp? my love interests are jerome and billy, we can rp on here or discord

#stranger things #stranger things roleplay #gotham #gotham roleplay #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things imagine #discord rp #tumblr roleplay #steve harrington x reader #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #roleplay #descriptive roleplay #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #1x1 rp #ooc post #detailed rp

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oh-come-to-daddy · 7 years

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The Prices We Pay - Chapter 1 - Part 2/?

Rating: M

Warnings: Sex, age gap relationship, BDSM (always consensual), heavy alcohol usage, drug references, violence, daddy kink (dd/lg), and cheating. If you find any of these themes to be triggering or offensive to you in any ways, shape, or form, please reconsider reading this.

Authors Note:

Story Master-list : HERE

It’s funny… How the world is like this huge balance beam… if it starts to tilt to one side too much, we get nervous and desperate to put it back into some kind of median… It’s interesting to see what the most desperate of souls will do to return to their balance beam back to ‘normal’.

No one likes to feel themselves slip away from anything they’ve come to be so accustomed and close to. It’s like an addiction… to always want to be ‘normal’.

Whether people believe it or not… we’re all addicts in one sense or another.

I’m an addict, of course I am.

I’m obsessed with keeping the control I have in the empire I’ve built for myself…

I’m addicted to hearing “yes sir”…

Watching the fear in mens eyes as they hear I’m not satisfied with a job they’ve done for me…

I’m obsessed with keeping everything and everyone in the palm in my hand; knowing that in the blink of an eye I can crumble anything and everything in grasp.

Who am I? … My name is Bruce… Bruce Wayne.

Many people know me for my enterprise, evidently named Wayne Enterprises; you know, the one in Gotham.. yeah, Gotham, the worlds biggest crime city.

Now before you clock out and try to make me this ‘wealthy asshole’- lets get my story set straight.

Wayne Enterprises is a empire handed down to me since way back to my ancestors, starting off as a simple merchant house in the 17th century. We’ve then come to expand it into much more; branches reaching out as far as Wayne Chemicals, Wayne Technology, Wayne Biomedical, Wayne Pharmaceuticals, Wayne Foods… and well, you get the point.

Wayne Enterprises has been the ears and eyes of everything Gotham since it began in its smaller and less powerful days. If anything comes in or out, we’re behind it and we know to who it went and for what reason.

Not that Wayne Enterprises isn’t something to marvel over, but let’s be honest… I don’t sit behind a desk all day with my hands clasped neatly hoping for something interesting to happen… No… I’m Mister Wayne… the sole provider and striker of fear in Gotham.

I’m known in the hushed tones of alleyways as the prime mob boss of Gotham... if you need something; information, goods, guns, a hitman… I’m the one you come to, I own clubs in every street corner, each one dealing something under the tables to keep themselves going.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I never allow harm to come to the innocent people of Gotham. There are one too many people out there trying their best to be able to live comfortably, and a rule of mine is if you deal, steal or kill, you stay away from the innocence that is children, or people going about their ‘regular’ lives.

Now, I bet you’re wondering, does a man like Wayne, at his age settle down and control his empire peacefully, or does he have a different, nice, piece of ass to have sit on his lap every night??

The answer is simple really. No.

I don’t necessarily need a woman on my case daily about how I should set aside meetings or work to take her to the local boutiques. I am a man of specific likes and needs. I find someone who has the same needs or needs and we get along just fine.

Simply put, I rather have a good time and not be locked down for a long time. I am a man of limited patience... and specific needs, not everyone meets them, hence I don’t rely in just anyone.

Which leads me to tonight. Here I am, a young woman sitting on my lap as she nibbles on my jaw and giggles at my comments; she’s tipsy, and she’s been in my club before.

She tried to apply to be one of the dancers before, but I said no due to the fact she is a mother who is trying to make money… No one want to see their mother get to that point, where she has to deal with drunk men for a buck...

So I made her my personal dancer. I didn’t plan on keeping her around long, but she was such a sweet taste that I decided on keeping her around longer.

She didn’t hesitate for a second when I offered her the job. Her job was to be in my booth nightly; entertain either myself or the men I had visit me, and she was damn good at that.

Like I said, she was a mom, but she was a damn hot one. This woman was breath taking. The man of her life knocked her up and left her when she was young... so she was a teen mom who had a dead beat as a father to begin with, her daughter now grown and living her adult life off in college... So, safe to say neither her or her daughter had a daddy around.

Good thing for them is, I like to play daddy from time to time.

“Daddy… why don’t you and me go back to yours again… treat me as well as you always do”

I heard her mumble in my ear as her newly placed engagement ring that now adorned the hand she ran up and down my thigh. The ring was something I had given her to avoid the feds sticking their noses into Wayne Enterprises; the company of a ‘single man who was living a life far too solitary for his own good’.

She knew that, that she was just some trophy to wave around to keep people glancing from a distance. She was okay with that, because frankly, like me, she had motives to her ways.

Her daughter was a young protege in a fancy dance school outside of Gotham, and she was struggling to keep her payments at bay.

“My daughter is all yours if you help me Mister Wayne, she’s a stunner, jaw dropping beauty, I swear. Dancers body… the works.. just help me.”

A mother, offering her child up in exchange for help with her responsibilities… sickening isn’t it? But luckily for her daughters image of her mother, I never have to try so hard to reel them in, they just... come to me.

“Let’s go home princess… You know daddy will always take care of you”

6 months later, I sit here in a club as the fools around me I’ve come to consider my closest friends, They insisted I have a bachelor party, that even though I may not be considering this marriage a legitimate one, I’m still loosing my ‘bachelor card’.

I finally agreed, told myself it’d be just a normal night. We’d go out to one of my clubs, hit on some girls, and most likely get lucky. Drinks on me, considering it was my damn club.

“Wayne! Call some of your girls out mate! These girls aren’t cutting it!”

They were beyond wasted at this point, calling on every girl who passed by and ordering every drink under the menu. It was sure interesting to see the interest in every woman peak as they learned that you were now taken in a sense. Not that their interest wasn’t there before, trust me it was annoying to keep them at bay before, but once they know theres competition, it��s like theres a new aura to you.

I was sitting there with them as I chuckled to the countless stupid commentary that came out from them when I saw two ladies walk in. Both of them young, college girls no doubt. Both grinning ear to ear as they saw each other.

The one who caught my eye had a firmness to her body. She had carried herself with such a high level of poise, each step was one that made her petite body bounce playfully.

The tight dress that adorned her body hugged her curves beautifully, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her body no doubt being one of a dancer or athlete.

I needed to get her closer, I needed her to be mine.

By the end of the night I had managed to walk over to her and get her name and number. The level of alcohol in her body making her filter non existent. But I loved hearing her ramble on.

Her pink plump lips getting rosier each time she pulled them between her teeth, the action itself making my mind race as I tried hard to not imagine her biting her lip as she moaned and screamed out my name...

“Let me give you a ride home..”

I tired to be a gentleman, give her a ride home and make sure she was okay, but she’s stubborn. She had a bite to her, and it drove me crazy to have to hear her say no.

Every part of my being wanted to pin her to me, grasp her chin between my hand and have her beg me to teach her a lesson or two about being polite... but she was set on my upcoming marriage.

I let her go that night, I didn’t want to fight her about it. Yes, I was getting married... for the right reasons? Depends on who you ask... But I wasn’t about to explain my life away to a young girl, too naive to understand the chance within her grasp.

However my luck turned when I heard her groan annoyingly in the lobby of my hotel, and by mine I mean both the one I had the guys staying in and the one of many I owned.

Interesting isn’t it?

How life propels the things you least expect to come back into your life again. I chuckled as I walked over to her and handed my ID to the girl sitting at the receptionist desk, smirking at her as she realized who I was.

“She’ll be staying with me”

I told her with a faint smirk, winking slightly as she nodded and handed it back to me, amusingly looking Sophia over annoyed as I ushered her away.

“Come on now”

She was shivering as she tried her best to keep her steps steady, but I gave her a quick once over to make sure she was fine, which she was, just soaked from the rain was all.

“Hey... you didn’t have to-”

I cut her off... I had to... there wasn’t anything else to discuss... I had let her slip away once, and quite frankly I wasn’t going to let it happen twice.. I was Bruce Wayne for fuck sakes.

I pinned her against me as I kissed her deeply, my hands grasping the base of her neck as I nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip, smirking as I found her kissing back with just as much if not the same amount of need.

A part of me, a part I did not understand had me pull back and away from her, my mind racing as her words ran through my mind over and over again... sighing as I leaned against the wall and rubbed my face.

“I’m sorry you’re right... I shouldn’t be doing this... I’m getting married.. you said so yourself...”

The words themselves made me shutter as they came out... was I really saying no?

“Well, it’s like you said…technically you’re not married yet…right?”

I smirked as I pulled her out the elevator and to the room, laying her onto the bed as I let my mouth make its way down her neck, kissing and sucking on any inch of skin I could attach my lips to, working on her dress as I slipped it off and went to hang it in the bathroom to dry.

But, just as my luck would have it lately, I came back to her passed out on the bed, snoring as she slept peacefully. I sighed softly as I covered her and let her sleep.

“Fuck me...”

I left her a note as I made my way out that night, I clearly wasn’t going to get any.. so I might as well go take care of some business...

“Didn’t want to wake you... Order whatever you’d like in the morning - dress is drying in the bathroom... have wardrobe downstairs bring you a change of clothes - on me - Sleep tight xx”

So much for that... Not like I’ll ever see her again anyway.

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jvsons · 2 years

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JVSONS’ REQUESTS

Below i will be listing my do’s and dont’s about my requests, just so no mishaps occur. (hopefully)

PROMT IDEAS • (read below before requesting)

// Kisses

// Kisses (2)

// Hugs

// Touching

// Fluffy sentence starters

// Intimacy

BEFORE REQUESTING •

Please read my DNI criteria post before requesting, the last thing I need is someone of the unnerving type prompting me to write. Also, please DON’T send me request you’ve already sent to other accounts!

DO NOT REPEAT REQUESTS •

Please refrain from repeating requests if they are not answered. I usually have over 20 to write, so I am not ignoring you, just busy. I have seen it, and will get to it!

FEEL FREE TO •

Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions about my writing, and or just DC/random things in general! I’m always happy to talk about stuff like that. If you have a prompt, go right ahead and use it, and be as specific as you’d like.

FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

• DC | jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne, tim drake, slade wilson, jonothan crane/scarecrow, harvey dent

• RESIDENT EVIL | leon kennedy, carlos olivera, ethan winters (will most likely be posted on AO3)

• DETROIT BECOME HUMAN | connor, ralph, simon, gavin reed (will most likely be posted on AO3)

OTHER FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT

• Marvel (Spider Man, possibly Daredevil)

• Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Peter Ballard, Dmitri Antonov/Enzo)

• Overwatch (Cassidy Cole, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada)

• Apex Legends (Crypto, Mirage, Revenant, Bloodhound, Ash)

(This list isn’t dead-set, so If I didn’t mention something/someone here and you were curious about if I wrote for it, send in an ask!)

WHAT I WILL NOT ACCEPT FOR REQUESTS •

Any subject involving racism, homophobia, xenophobia, pedophilia, stereotyping, you get the point. Absolutely no requests about anything in regards to shipping the batboys, it’s incest, don’t even bother bringing it up to me. I will also not abide to requests involving romantic pairings of people with any family ties, as that is a discomfort for me. As a random sidenote, I will NOT write about real people, and don’t exactly feel comfortable writing about pregnancy. Lastly, I only write x readers, but you can definitely talk to me about things that aren’t fanfic related!

REGARDING SMUT •

Although you can ask for LIGHTLY suggestive content, I will refuse to write smut. I will not write anything explicitly sexual, and will only make references to said themes if it is necessary. Sexual themed requests are okay with me as long as they’re not pure smut, and don’t focus entirely on the idea of sexual content. If you’re ever unsure about whether your request is okay, just ask! I’m always willing to work it out!

KINKS YOU SHOULD NOT MENTION TO ME •

Masochism, knife kinks/ anything that involves weapons, mommy/daddy kinks, degradation, ageplay, raceplay, BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, any kinks involving bodily fluids, impact kinks, con non-con or anything involving noncon, gagging/choking, weight/ appearance shaming, any rp.

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i-hate-this-s · 7 years

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“You'll deal with magic.” Part 1

So... I had this crazy dream with the bat family, i decided to write this firt part of a fic, usually I only write in portuguese (I’m Brazilian), I apologize beforehand for any typing/grammar mistakes I make. Feel free to point at any mistakes, i’m learning :)

Plot: Reader is a girl with magic power that can get out of her body, implant thoughts/memories and make the person have an aneurism, she can also “learn” the things that the person knows for a few days by going inside their mind. Since young age she was in a laboratory of a criminal organization, they usually used her to kill people or make then change they mind. She have always dreamed about having a normal life, so she scaped by killing 43 people in the laboratory and ran away for Gotham because they could not get in there without Batman noticing them, she used her power to implant memories to a couple without children so they think she is they daughter. Things went good for a while but (Y/N) is tired and now some people of her school are missing, it's time to get help.

It was too late, Batman was finishing his patrol when he saw a girl sitting on the edge of an apartment building, suicidal, maybe, he thought, the girl was crying, she had 43 cuts on the right leg made with razor blade recently, probably she was 15 years old, the same age of his son, that was grounded for kidnapping his brother again. Bruce was on his way to the apartment to talk to the girl, he had done it several times, with success almost always, after putting the person in safety he would write down their names and check sometimes if they were well, when patrolling near their home. Suddenly the girl looked directly at him, Bruce felt paralyzed, this had never happened before and then the girl jumped. He ran to the building while asking for an ambulance only to see nothing, no body, no blood, it was like she never existed. He didn't need much to know this was a trap, i good one he added, turning on his locations device so if in two hours he did not show up, the other family members would be notified of his location. He felt a needle prick in a part of his uniform that was torn because of a fight with bank robbers earlier, he felt his body fall but be held by small hands, and was lying as gently as possible on the floor.

“ I'm... Sorry” , you said crying, you didn't wanted to do this, but it was necessary, you needed to know how to protect youself, and the Batman was you best shot. You put his head on a pillow that he had brought and sat in lotus position, concentrated to give him a good dream and began to look for in his mind self defense techniques, that man's head was a real maze, so this took more time than you had planned, but it was over in an hour and a half, so you woke him up.

“What!” He woke up confused but seemed relaxed, unlike you who was more tense than ever, you were afraid that he would fight you or say that you are a terrible person for doing it, whatever it was.

“Who are you? What have you done?” , he looked a bit more anger, you were very afraid, until he remembered that now you could fight as well as he.

“Fight me”, you said confident, he didn't move, so you started, although you were much smaller than him, you did remarkably well, but he still managed to immobilize you.

“It worked!” , you said in a really excited tone,

“What worked? Please tell me what is happening”, he polited asked, you didn't thougth that any of this would work so you haven't think of anything to say to Batman to explain the mess you are.

You started stammering “well.. my na- name… (Y/N), I'm sorry! Truly! I had to!” ,you started crying your lungs out at this point “I'm just só tired of running away, and kiling people! It hurt me! I just want to have a normal live! With parents and school and friends!I don't even remember how my parents are! This been só long...” You were sobbing and collapsed on the floor, your head and heart were hurting, it was like you couldn't deal with everything that was going and all your body were collapsing with your soul, everything was aching so you got out of your body. Batman seen surprised and worried, he quickly checked your vital signs and felt nothing, now he was scared and caught you in his arms, so you decided that it was better to show him, making your spectrum visible.

“So you're a ghost?” , he asked still holding your body,

“kind of, i can go out of my body sometimes, i was feeling really bad so i go out a bit to relax, and explain, i think…”,

“how much time you can be out of your body?” He interrupted you.

“3 minutes, usually.”,

“ those people who are after you are trying to use your powers to make you kill people?” He deduced <i>,

“yes, and when i refuse they torture me.”,

“and they are coming to my city?”,

“No, they're already here, I erased my face from their memory and from the computers, so they're kidnapping teens all over Gotham to find me. I'm sorry.”,

“I took notice of the kidnappings, I asked Red Robin to take this case, from now on you're going to the bat cave with me, so we can keep an eye on you.”

You agreed and went back to your body and follow him to the batmobile, just praying for the best.

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