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I Lived That Night Too
--genre + trope: angst, hurt/little comfort, nsfw.
--pairing: pattinson!bruce wayne x gf!vigilante!reader
--word count: 1.7k
--summary: after a run in with the joker a few months ago, bruce has been extra protective over you, and you've had enough.
--warnings: graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood, mention of a potential SA, angst, mentions of food, bruce and reader are mean to each other, some kisses, very very light fluff.
--gif credits: @bittwitchy
The sun set a few minutes ago, leaving the warm lighting of the overhead lights flooding throughout the corridor. Dinner was almost ready, yet Bruce was still in bed, recovering from his previous night out. Halloween was always tough for Gotham’s masked vigilante, the holiday becoming the motivation for those who dwell in mischief.
The past year has haunted Bruce, even in his unconscious mind. Visions of that night dance across his eyelids.
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The night air was humid, the first warm night kicked off the start of the Summer weather. Even though warmer nights were upon those living in Gotham, rain poured heavily. You prepared to go out for the night, making your rounds around the city, making sure the peace was kept. There was no warning, no sign of disturbance in front of you as the front tire of your motorcycle caught on something, flinging you through the air.
It’s not the initial impact of the fall that hurts, it's the pavement under you scraping your skin as you’re dragged by a man, the only feature you can pick up on is his recognizable laugh. He stops under a streetlight, the sudden brightness making your eyes squint, unable to process the figure’s next moves. His silhouette, raising a bat, is the last thing you’re able to see before a flaring pain in your stomach erupts. The pain moves to your side, then to your head, and finally to your hands.
The warm air seemed to heighten the stench of your blood, the metallic smell making you nauseous. The man above you inspects your body, making sure his work is done. A small nod follows his lingering eyes before leaning down to uncurl your, now broken, hand, “Hold this for me, would you?” As he peels back each broken finger, with the last remaining energy you had left, a scream leaves your lips. In your now open hand, he places the same bat he used to harm you carefully in your grasp, positioning it perfectly before walking away.
The gravel beneath his feet crunches as he’s relieving this moment once again. His eyes squint to focus on the sight in front of him, a body lying in the gleam of a streetlight, twitching. As he walks closer, there's a pit in his stomach, he knows that it’s you. There’s not an inch of your body that isn’t covered in a cut drowned in blood. His gaze ran up and down your shriveled figure, finally looking at the bat you’re holding, pieces of wood splintering at the barrel. His eyes lock onto the words that are jaggedly carved into the body of the bat.
BATTER UP.
He freezes at the sight of the engraving, the only movement coming from his eyes, darting back to your beaten face. He feels an unexplainable force weighing him down, he can’t move, and he can hardly breathe. The first person he contacts is Alfred. Back home, Alfred can see everything, due to Bruce’s advanced contact lenses. The older man is also in a state of shock, you were hardly recognizable.
It takes Alfred’s pleas to shake Bruce out of his dissociative state. All Bruce could think of was what his life would look like without you, and how much he feared for your life.
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Waking himself up from the same nightmare he’s had for months, he looks around, confirming his surroundings. The light patter of rain hit his window, the sound alone trying to pull him back to sleep. Checking the time on the clock behind him, 7:48 PM, he pulls back the covers and starts to make his way downstairs, quickly pulling a shirt on and grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the dresser.
Descending the stairs, he looks down at the scene in front of him. You’re sitting at the dining table with Alfred, participating in small talk as you eat dinner. A plate is set beside you, waiting for Bruce. His presence isn’t known until Alfred’s voice greets him, and a small peck is placed onto the crown of your head. Looking up at Bruce, you can tell he just woke up, his hair is messy and his eyes are still plagued with drowsiness. Grabbing his hand, you remind him of the plate made for him, a teasing tone poking through your voice, “Are you going to sit down? Or are you just going to keep standing there, my love?”
“I have to go back to work,” he takes a breath, “there’s too much to do, I’m sorry.”
You take this as your queue to follow him, grabbing his plate of food as you rise from your chair. Before you leave Alfred at the table, you exchange a knowing look, you both know that he won’t stop helping those who live in this city, you just wish he would take a break sometimes. His workload has doubled since you’ve been ‘out of commission’. It’s frustrating watching him stay out another hour or two to make up for the time he lost without you there, but Bruce would rather stay out all night than let you join him again.
There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you make your way down to Bruce’s area beneath the building. As you enter, Bruce makes a beeline toward his monitors and paperwork sprawled out along the desk. Following behind him, you place the plate down and start to work alongside him. Since Bruce hasn’t let you join him out at night, you’ve convinced him to let you at least do investigative work at home. Before he agreed, you swore you were going crazy. Of course, you went out often, but the thrill of working on something became your drug, and without it, you were having withdrawals. And as much as Bruce didn’t want to admit it, you were good at this, and he needed another set of hands to go over the things he’s collected.
After an hour of rummaging through some evidence Bruce has collected in a missing persons case, you can see that his body tenses, coming to a realization. Since you worked together, you caught it just a moment after he did. Something isn’t adding up. There’s an entire chunk of information missing, and coincidently, it’s the last piece you need before coming to a definitive answer on this case. “I have to go back,” his eyes are still glued to the screen in front of him.
You’re quick to interject, “But you just got back, you haven’t even eaten anything for Christ's sake. You can go out later.”
“No, I can’t,” he rises from his chair, “I’ll figure it out.”
“Well, you would’ve figured out what we were missing if you just let me go out there with you,” you’re frustrations rising enough to confront him about what had been on your mind all evening.
He raises his hand to rub his eyes in frustration, “Fuck (Y/N), you know why I can’t let that happen.”
“It happened so long ago, it doesn’t matter.”
“But it does,” his voice raises an octave, the sudden volume change echoing throughout the room, “it haunts me.”
Anger flows throughout your body, the sound of your voice surpassing his, “It was my fault, Bruce! I let my guard down, I wasn’t careful.”
“Do you know how scared I was,” he turns to you, “ I saw you laying in a pool of your blood and I thought you were dead.”
You stand up, now closer to eye level as you look up at him, “I’m sorry, but you don’t think I’ve learned from this too? I’m the one who went through all of this. I’ve laid in a bed for six fucking months, thinking about what I could’ve changed and what I could’ve done differently. When I was lying on that street, I thought Joker would take advantage of me, and somehow that scared me more than the thought of what bones he broke. You can’t save everyone, Batman.”
Your words end the conversation, and seeing Bruce stand there speechless was your signal to leave. You don’t care if he was going to respond, you just needed to get out. It wasn’t long before you put on your gear and warmed up your motorcycle, the familiar sound of the engine roaring to life brings a smile to your face. You waste no time in heading out into the biting air of Gotham in November, anxious to do what you’ve been waiting and craving to do for the past six months.
As soon as Bruce hears your motorcycle rev to life, he immediately rushes over to put on the gear he took off not even twenty-four hours prior. Climbing onto his own motorcycle, he follows loosely behind you.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach the location of where the evidence was collected. Entering through a side window, you can feel eyes bore into your back, no doubt your boyfriend peering from a spot above you. Bruce is not only looking into the window you climbed in but also the surroundings around you, making sure it’s clear.
It doesn’t take long for you to find the golden ticket of this entire investigation, a SIM card, smaller than a penny. Standing in the alley you call out, “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, babe.” Jumping down from his hiding spot in a nearby fire escape, he makes his way towards you and grabs the SIM card from your fingers. “You’re welcome,” you spit out.
Inspecting it, he asks, “Where was it?”
“Under the filing cabinet, someone slid it in between the cracks of the metal,” you mutter, sneaking behind him and snatching back the device before walking away.
Bruce grabs your wrist softly, stopping you in your tracks, “I’m sorry…for holding you back. You don’t need to be sheltered and you proved that.”
Looking over your shoulder at him, you speak, “I never did, Bruce.” A beat goes by before you turn and kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you back at home.”
--author's note: HEY GUYS!! i was 100% supposed to post this on halloween or the day after, but work kept me away from finishing this:( writing for pattinson!bruce specifically is so hard, because wdym he's an introvert and is awkward and probably very awkward and a loser??? im so used to writing babes like peter, so this was fun to try! don't forget to support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!!! my asks/inbox is OPENNN, so send me anything you would like to see on this blog and i will get back asap...ok bye ily<3333
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tell me your secrets before we fade to black
Part 1
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x gn reader
Fandom: The Batman (2022)
Warnings: Blood, injury, cursing, alcohol mention, nothing major for this part.
Word count: 2,228
A/N: Old draft that I randomly decided to start editing last night, now I’m really in to it again so here we are!
Summary: He’s broken, and he has broken your heart. Now you’re finally beginning to let go and make your peace with never seeing him again, but how often these things just don’t go to plan.
When the heavens open from grey, dreary skies Gotham feels most like home to you.
This city that seems to consume its inhabitants, eat them whole – soul and all.
It’s freezing, breath shaking out of you in a visible fog as you dodge through the crowd of fast opening umbrellas, your hands tight around a warm paper cup to stop them tingling in the cold. There’s a storm coming, wind picking up too. You watch as detritus from the street is raised up by it dramatically, flying high and catching on leafless branches to be left to hang. Remnants of this miserable moment.
You watch quiet as the city moves with it – people head-down fighting against the gusts, skeleton trees with heavy branches shaking against it, the rattle of objects flung from their proper place. Even the buildings seem to be fighting for their place in it, empty desolate blocks with windows rattling loudly.
It is miserable, and yet it always feels like home.
Gotham has taken a battering time and time again, still trying to rebuild itself from every pain it has endured and always preparing for the next. It feels so strangely normal now, you and the people and the city desensitized to it all.
Truth be told, it isn’t the place you had planned to be at this point in your life. It wasn’t where you’d expected to stay, seeing as most of those you knew had moved on long ago. But after everything you’d seen this city endure you felt a fierce loyalty to it, a camaraderie with the others who couldn’t seem to leave it. You belonged to Gotham now, and it to you.
Perhaps it had already taken your soul.
But then again, might it have something to do the hopeless candle you hold. Because even though it’s been months since you last crossed paths, knowing he’s here keeps you hopeful too.
It has been near impossible to forget Bruce Wayne, to let him fade from your memory the way he had from your life. Years on and you were still seeing him, too often, in all the little things you shared. Haunted by him, in a way. Forgetting him was impossible, and moving on was even harder.
A ghost, he was in every place you had been, in every memory you had shared. He lived in the time between places, the moments that passed between minutes. When you'd been young the city was yours, you'd run through those parks that now looked so dark and dreary. You'd crashed through the streets in synchronised giggling chaos as young friends often do.
He'd always been a part of your life, always somewhere in it. And yes, he'd changed after losing his parents but who wouldn't? It had hit everyone in this city hard, everyone who hoped for better for Gotham had felt the shock wave of the Wayne's death run through the city. It had torn Bruce apart, you’d watched him and felt so helpless to save him. Thankful when over the years you saw him put himself back together, learn to cope better.
And then he disappeared.
He left your life like he'd never been part of it, left you with no friend to turn to – no inkling of hope that he had ever or would ever care for you the way you did for him. Just...left. Left you devastated and confused, wanting a reason for his suddenly no longer existing.
You never got that. Never got any word from him but the odd, unimportant text. It had been two years now, and he was no where to be seen. Hiding up in his tower and presumably whiling away his life in lonely isolation. Desolation.
That tower – that was half the problem. How can you escape the reminder that he's here in your city when every time you look up you're reminded of exactly where he is. You have half a mind to waltz up there and demand an answer, demand something...anything...to give you some peace about losing your closest friend.
But you don't. You can't. He's stubborn, but so are you, and you won't make the first move to rekindle this relationship when you put everything in to keeping it alive as he slowly became a memory. You're angry about it. About the fact that he's abandoned the city too. He was cared for and supported, by them, by you. Your family, your friends. Your feelings for him held him up for moments when nothing else mattered.
You've tried to call him, to see if hearing your voice will make him see some reason. Last year, you'd called the landline to be told you he was unavailable. Alfred had told you the same. You'd tried his cell. No answer. Five times.
You'd lost him. Eventually you had to admit it.
He'd gone.
And so, you tried your damn best to forget about those days and those stupid feelings you seemed to have always had. You'd thought about leaving after that, when you'd decided to give up on him, considered joining your family who had moved away a while ago. Or even going further afield, somewhere new and unknown. Nothing was really stopping you - you could do it if you wanted to.
But you don't want to, not really.
This is home. It has always been. Gotham is the place you know the best, it's the place that knows you best. Despite it's chaos, it's many wounds and cracks in the framework this city is the one you feel too attached to to ever give up on. No, you were giving up on him, not Gotham.
You carried on with your life, with your job and your little apartment and your slowly dwindling social life. Sometimes you went to the events, just to see if he'd be there to. But not because you want to see him, certainly not for that. Just to see if he'd ever show his face again, represent his family in all their philanthropy again.
You wondered if he was sorry for that, for the lack of care he had for the foundation. For the lack of help he was giving to the city that raised him. He could've made something of it all by now. The things he could've done, if he had just tried harder to fight through his demons. Bruce was smart, smarter than anyone even gave him credit for - he had been brilliant, bright, a strong mind and soul. He could've made so much of the opportunity he had.
You just wanted to understand him, to ask him why he didn't keep the legacy alive like he'd once said he would. All you wanted now was to know what he was thinking. But you'd never be able to ask him that.
You had to move on. To stop thinking about him. Stop looking up at that fucking tower. Wondering where he is, which of the many rooms he's pacing in. You hope he's not standing still. Hope he's not quietly rotting away in his own misery.
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It's a few weeks later, after the storm, that you are home and lonely and wallowing with a drink and some music that drowns the solemnness away a little bit. You hate him on nights like this, for making you feel this way. Lonely. Loneliness was not in your cards, not before this. Even when your family had left and you'd stayed behind for college you'd had every opportunity to stay close with friends and cared for by someone. By Bruce, sometimes, when you were getting closer. And now. Now you were lonely even when you tried not to be.
You try to shake off the thoughts, just enjoy the melody that doesn't remind you of anything and let it lull you slowly to rest.
Some time late the noise at your door stirs you suddenly awake. A strange sound, a shuffling and what sounds like the muffled noise of a person. Someone outside your door. Your head jolts up too fast at the first thud, causing a pain in your neck that makes you wince. It’s not the raucous noise of your neighbours kids, being far too late for that and far too early for it to be anyone leaving for work. There is a groan, perhaps a hand hitting the door with little force, the sound of something heavy falling against it. You hold a breath and tried not to be afraid, releasing it quietly as you move slowly toward the door to investigate. You weren't fool enough to not consider something dangerous awaiting you.
It isn't until you hear the sound again, the raking groan and the stutter of your name - there is pain in it, quiet as the sounding is. With not enough thought you go to the door, peeking out to see a figure standing against the frame, propped up with one shoulder against the door. You gasp, loud, and you know he hears you.
Opening the door, fumbling with the chain, you stand still in silence as your heart beats like it wants to rip out of your chest in a bloody cocophony of blind panic.
"Bruce" you finally gasp out, after some time, processing what you see before you. He’s there, barely standing at your door. It takes you forever to register his stance, the panting, the hand drawn tight to his left side.
Every single emotion crosses through you at once; your body shakes with it. Violent and visceral. He's here.
He's here.
You've spent more than a year of your life trying to chase him out of your mind but he’s here anyway.
"Bruce" you repeat, still in disbelief but this time more urgent. There's something dark, sticky covering his hand. It's not blood. Why would he come to you like this. It's not blood.
He doesn't speak. He barely looks at you, but winces in pain as he moves towards the threshold where you stand. Suddenly there's anger bubbling inside you, anger that tastes like pain. Like the last two years is all coming to a head in this one moment and a reddened, screaming monster has manifested from it. Why are you here, you want to scream. Why did you come here. Why didn't you come here sooner. Why did you leave me.
It tears you apart, all those questions. But he's barely hanging on, head sagging as his body almost sways. "Please" he whimpers. Please. Your heart aches miserably.
"Please" before he falls to the floor and almost through your door.
"Bruce!" urgent now. His knees hit the floor and then all of him, with a thud. When his right hand moves to ease his fall it is covered in the dark red slick of his blood. You rush forward, gasping, to pull him up and inside your apartment. He's saying something in your ear as you struggle to drag him. You can't quite make it out but it's something like sorry.
Sorry! A world that is too little to late now.
Sorry. But it heals a broken fragment of your heart, just one, and it's a start.
For a moment, everything is spinning, circling out of control like a waking nightmare because this isn't fathomable. You've spent two years wondering and wishing and cursing over him, pining for something that never even fucking was. And he's spent two years hiding away from you and your love and everyone else in the world and suddenly, like a bolt of vicious lightning hitting you straight in the chest he's appeared.
You can't being to understand everything you're feeling as you prop him up and all but drag his heavy frame to the couch that you'd been miserably falling asleep on five minutes ago. His bulk is more than you remember, he's difficult to move and barely conscious enough to help you so you dump him on the closest seat of the couch unceremoniously and try to make sense of the mess in front of you.
Your heart is racing, palms sweaty, tingling all over with something - shock, adrenaline, unbearable anger perhaps. All you can think is why is he here, why me. Again, again and again. Why would he come to you? He moves, grunts a little as he tries to prop himself up on the mess of cushions and blankets he's currently lain across. Bleeding on to your favourite blanket. Great.
The blood. Shit, the blood. What do you do? He should go to hospital.
"No, can't" he says, gravelly and raw. You hadn't realised you had even spoken the thought out loud.
"Just need to check the wound. I couldn't..." he's struggling to speak, clear pain in his voice.
"Bruce I...." you don't know what to say.
He's pulling up the grey baggy tshirt that covers his torso. There's blood on his fingertips. Fuck.
"What happened?"
He doesn't answer. Passes out instead.
What are you meant to do here. What are you meant to fucking do. All you can think is useless thoughts about your own feelings and there is a man possibly dying on your little two seater next to your half drunk glass of wine. You laugh, you laugh because it's absurd. It's completely fucking unbelievable.
So this is how Bruce Wayne stumbles back in to your life.
#it's a thing idk#gideon writes again maybe#pattinson!bruce wayne x reader#pattinson!batman x reader#battinson x reader#the batman x reader
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Odd Circumstances
Bruce Wayne x Reader
Summary: After saving you from the Riddler’s wrath before he could get to you, Bruce must keep you hidden in the batcave until the Riddler is captured. Awkward conversations lead to newfound realizations.
Warnings: mentions of violence and death, angst, hurt/comfort, really intense pining.
WC: 5k words
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You knew of the Caped Crusader’s existence, just like any other citizen of Gotham, but you always saw him as more of a myth, rather than a human. You could sometimes see his car speeding through the streets or hear the shouts of thugs begging to be saved by his wrath, but never in your life did you expect to come face-to-face with the Batman himself.
Until now.
You were sitting in the living room enjoying a nice cup of hot cocoa that night. Your father, who ran one of Gotham’s most important technological companies, had gone out to conduct business with people whom you could care less about, leaving you alone in the large apartment. So engrossed into your favorite tv show, you did not realize a pair of dark eyes stalking you from the large windows behind you. It took several doorbell rings for you to snap out of your trance and make your way towards the door. You were expecting a family friend on the other side of the door, but instead, you opened the door to the last person you could ever expect.
“Batman...?” you asked in confusion. What the hell was he doing here? Seeing your brows furrow in suspicion, the masked man took a step closer to you, which caused you to take several steps back. You didn’t know why he was here, but you knew that it had to be for a terrible reason. Looking back, you tried to find a weapon to defend yourself with. His surprisingly gentle voice made you look back at him. “Pack your things. You’re in danger and I’m here to get you to safety,” he said plainly. When he saw that you were not exactly processing his request, he took a step forward towards you and shook your shoulder a bit. “Hey. Did you hear what I said?” he asked, his eyes narrowing in concern.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. At least he wasn’t here to hurt you. But if he’s here to get you to safety, then someone must be after your father. You realized something that you wished not to be true and you reached out to grip the man’s armored wrist. “Where is my father? Did something happen to him?” Like you feared, the taller man’s eyes looked away, refusing to tell you the answer. That was when you knew that what you had always feared finally came true. The Riddler must have gotten rid of him. Letting go of his wrist, you turned away from him, mostly to hide your incoming tears. After a few moments of silence, you spoke. “Stay here. I’ll just get a few things from my room.” You started to make your way to your bedroom before your heard heavy footsteps follow you. It seemed the Batman didn’t want to keep you out of his sight. Even if you needed to be alone, now wasn’t the time. There might be someone outside who could shoot you at anytime if he left you alone.
Not wanting to waste his time, you moved swiftly around the room to grab all valuables and a few pairs of clothes to last a few days. When you’ve zipped up your bag, you slipped it on and moved past the man leaning against the frame of the door. “Let’s go,” you stated numbly, already walking towards the door with the keys in your hand. He sighed at your behavior and followed behind you. You were then escorted to his car. As quickly as he came, he left, speeding off towards Wayne tower. You stayed quiet, not wishing to speak to the man next to you. It wasn’t like you didn’t like him. He was trying to protect you, after all. But you needed some quiet time to mourn your father’s death. After some thinking, you decided to lean against the window and close your eyes. Wherever you both were going, it seemed to be a long way from your place. Right before you fell asleep, he spoke.
“I’m sorry about your father. He was next on the Riddler’s list. I couldn’t get to him in time, but he told me to protect you instead.” He paused and turned to you, hoping to get any reaction. When you continued to stare out the window, he coughed awkwardly. “You’ll be taken care of with me. Until I figure out where the Riddler is, you should stay inside where you can be safe.” While he continued driving, you tried not to cry at your current predicament. Not only were you mourning the fact that both of your parents were now gone, you had to stay locked up in a place with a stranger whom you were terrified of. The Masked Vengeance. The man who everyone should be careful of crossing. Right now, you had to use this quiet time to calm yourself as much as possible. You can’t think of all the responsibilities of running a company now passed down to you, not now when your own life is on the line.
You don’t remember when you had dozed off, but you woke up from someone shaking your shoulder. You opened your eyes slowly. With how unfocused your eyes were, you could only make out a large figure hovering over you and you reached out to touch it. “Angel...?” you murmured out sleepily. Bruce was taken aback by your behavior and quickly avoided your touches. You must have forgotten what had just happened before you fell asleep. “Wake up. You can’t stay here forever,” he murmured back to you. The slight annoyance in his tone caused you to blink your eyes into focus and shake your foggy brain awake. Only then did you realize what you had just done and became acutely aware of how close the masked man was to your face. Your eyes widened and you gasped, scooting back against the window with your hand over your mouth. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” you cut yourself off and inhaled sharply before you clumsily unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car as quickly as possible. He watched you hopelessly and let out a sigh, getting out of the car as well. He grabbed your stuff and handed it to his butler while he carefully watched your every move. The scene in front of you was stunning: a large cave filled with one of the most advanced technology you’ve ever seen. They were not something you were familiar with seeing and you were certain that this was nothing your father had ever thought to make in his lifetime. In seeing all of this in front of you, everything just made sense now. With how Batman can just afford to be a vigilante with all those fancy gadgets and cars, it only made sense that he was rich. He must be some billionaire, but maybe one you’ve never heard of.
You didn’t wander away from the car that much, only quietly observing your surroundings. Bruce eyed your movements when Alfred spoke to get his attention. “Would you like me to prepare a room for your guest, sir?” He blinked and looked back at him before he nodded slightly. Alfred soon disappeared with your belongings while Bruce made his way towards you. You turned to look at him. “Do you want to rest? You can answer my questions about your father tomorrow,” he offered quietly. You shook your head slowly and ignored him, making your way towards the giant computer. “Nope. Ask away, Batboy,” you replied in a trance. Everything you saw was exciting. It was like you wanted to stay here forever, spend all of your time exploring all of the technology in this cave. You only wondered whether or not he got all this technology from a business competitor or if he made everything himself.
“Batboy? What….?” He scoffed under his breath. Seeing that you were more focused on other things besides him, he sighed and followed you around, desperately wanting to get your attention. Bruce had never been in a situation where someone did not care about the fact that he was Batman. Not once did you even ask him about his identity or why he decided to take care of you. Instead, his gadgets interested you. What a strange person you were. Losing his patience, he gripped your arm and made you turn around. “Look, I know you’re interested in my computers, but can you focus for me? I need your help so I can figure out where the Riddler is. Can you do that for me?” He asked, his tone raising slightly to show his frustration. In truth, he didn’t want another person in his space. It made him anxious over the fact that you have to stay with him for the next few days, but he had no choice. He just needed to get this over with as soon as possible. He searched your eyes for an answer when you finally spoke. “Alright. I’ll help.”
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A few days of working with him proved to be more awkward than you anticipated. You didn’t expect anything else, considering the fact that you didn’t really spend a lot of time with other people other than you father and you assumed that the Batman had no time to make friends with anyone. What started as him asking questions to you led to asking for your assistance in solving ciphers alongside him and Alfred. He wasn’t expecting you to adjust so quickly to your situation, but he was secretly grateful for your help.
One night, you sat on a stool observing his eye lens video tapes from last night when he arrived at the batcave. Last night, you heard about the bomb in the mayor’s funeral, but you could really care less about it. It’s true that the targeted rich men were being murdered in gruesome ways, but they were as corrupt as it gets in Gotham, including your father. He wasn’t exactly a saint either. If he found out how you really felt about him and your willingness to help Batman expose these corrupt leaders, he would be turning in his grave. Hearing loud footsteps approaching you, you turned to see Bruce as he greeted you with a soft grunt. Like usual, he updated you on new information from the next victim’s crime scene. You both worked in silence across from each other before you decided to finally talk.
“So…do you want to at least tell me about yourself?” You tried, not sure in how else to start. The other man stopped typing and slowly looked at you with an unreadable expression. You felt small under his gaze and you laughed nervously, fiddling with your fingers. “Great, haha. So interesting…” you breathed out hopelessly before immediately getting back to de-ciphering another message. He stared at you for a few more moments before he decided to change the subject. “We’re close to finding the Riddler. I need to keep finding clues, but an… ally of mine is willing to help me. She told me she has a lead.”
At the mention of a ‘she,’ you perked up to look at him in surprise. No matter who she was in relation to him, you already knew what she looked like and her name. Selina, the woman that kissed him yesterday. You watched it all happen on the eye lens tapes. For some reason, watching it then and even thinking about him liking her now made you feel sick. It doesn’t even matter what you felt about it anyway, since he probably thought of you as nothing of importance in his life. You sighed at your loud thoughts and looked back down to concentrate. Without a reply from you, it was his turn to be met with silence. He grit his teeth and stared at you, wanting to hear any confirmation from you. For some reason, your presence had always flustered him, made him confused. He couldn’t really grasp the reasons as to why he felt that way, but he considered those emotions as weaknesses. He needed to focus, now more than ever. But god, how was he supposed to focus when you were right there across from him, looking so…determined? So… pretty?
Wait. What? Pretty? Where did that come from?
He blinked away his intrusive thoughts and typed on his keyboard again. It was an hour later when you realized that you were hungry. A thought came to you head. It was unlikely, but maybe you could convince him to join you for a snack? It would give you a chance to really get to know him, to properly thank him for saving you. It may be strange to think, but the past few days have been fun for you, even exciting. To work with the Batman proved that you two could be a very good team. Even though he was a tough person to really like, he was the only person that you could talk to anymore these days. He seemed to think about you in the same way. This midnight snack run might finally be the time to get closer to him.
You yawned loudly and got off your stool to stretch. He looked at you from under his eyelashes curiously, wondering what you were up to. You seemed to be the playful type, he deduced from your attempts to tease him or make him smile, so you must have something up your sleeve now. Walking up to him, you had the most confident smile on your face since you’ve arrived here. “Well, Batman, I’m going to get a snack. Would you like to j—“ Before you could finish your sentence, you tripped on your step and fell forward with a surprised cry. Acting on quick instinct, he reached out to catch you. You gripped onto his arms in panic, staying there until you stabilized your breathing. Your clumsiness almost caused him to let out a laugh. He had to admit, you company was not expected, but it was certainly entertaining. Of course, you couldn’t tell that he thought of you fondly from the glare he gave you when you looked up at him. You laughed anxiously at the sight, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment from your position in his arms. “S-Sorry. I was… I was trying to ask you if you wanted to go get a snack with me,” you offered sheepishly.
Being this close to you, he finally took the time to observe every detail on your face. With every bump, every curve, every arch he found your appearance to be unique and beautiful. Were you always like this? Has he missing out someone so desirable? He mentally slapped himself for being so selfish and arrogant these past few days. Pushing you away from him has now got to be one of his biggest regrets. You seemed to be such a nice person, with how the many times you tried to talk to him or make him smile. The way you gazed at him seemed to him like you were nervous and intimidated by him, but for some reason, there was a gentleness you held for him in your eyes. He dared to think that your gaze could be akin to a look of longing. These details went unnoticed for so long, but seeing it all now took his breath away. He continued to stare at you with his eyes softening as each second passed by and you couldn’t help but awkwardly laugh again. “Uhh…Batman? It’s really okay if you don’t want to come with me,” you trailed off. Still, he didn’t respond to you. He just…stared. It was starting to get a bit creepy. You cleared your throat and slowly started to peel away his arms from your body so you could stand up. “I’m just gonna, uh…”
He scared the shit out of you when he suddenly grabbed your wrist and stood up. “Let’s go,” he stated before practically dragging you to the elevator across the cave. You should be happy, really, but you were just confused. What was he think about when he stared at you? Did you have something on your face? Did he really think of you as that ugly? The last thought stung a bit to think about, so you just decided to ignore it. Instead, you paid attention to the fact that somehow, he was holding onto your wrist. You gulped and looked up to take note of his features up close while you walked to the elevator. He had a very prominent jawline and he obviously had a very large build. But there was something that pulled you closer to him. You didn’t realize what it was until you made it to the elevator. He walked inside it first with you following behind him. When he turned around, he met your eyes once more and he froze up again. You could feel the hand on your wrist tense up, as if something caught his eye. He stepped closer to you and it took everything within you not to back out of the elevator. He moved until he was only a breath away from you. When you were this close to him, your breath hitched in your throat. You gazed into his eyes, seeing them without the fake color from the eye lenses. They were beautiful but murky behind all the darkness of his mask and black paint. They seemed so familiar, yet so distant. If colors could speak, then his could speak a thousand phrases of sadness, confusion and pain. It could be easy to focus on the murkiness of the color but when you focused hard enough, you could see something else. It was lighter. It was small, but it was there. You almost couldn’t figure out what it was until you felt the hand on your wrist start to shyly trace one of its fingers up and down your bare skin. It was a subtle move, but you could feel a hidden meaning behind it. It was almost as if he…
Your breathing quickened at the thought, your eyes shifting to his lips. You watched as they slightly opened and closed, as if there were words desperate to be formed yet they are unable to. He acted so dazed, so entranced by your presence to the point where it was enough to go out of your comfort zone and look at him once more to unveil some of your growing desire for him. You stayed like this for what seemed like a lifetime, both of you unable to look away until he used one of his hands to reach behind you to press the button to go up. The ding of the elevator ripped you away from your chance and made you look down immediately, letting out the sigh you never noticed you had been holding in. Unlike his usual piercing stare, his eyes were in a daze, fluttering around to gain a sense of control over his growing emotions. Whatever the two of you shared just now had to be put aside. He couldn’t deal with emotions. Not now.
You blinked a few times and stepped away from him, yet he kept his hand wrapped around your wrist. It seemed he didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want to risk looking up at him again, so you used your other hand to gently clasp his hand. Bruce tensed up again and looked down at where you two were connected. All he could hear was his pounding heartbeat when you managed to pry his hand away from your wrist and slowly intertwine you fingers with his own. Your touch felt electric to him and he didn’t know why. All of these confusing emotions seemed to suddenly change everything for him. One second he didn’t seem to care for your presence and now he was aching for your touch. It felt wrong for him to feel this way, but he didn’t want to care. He wanted more of you and god, was he grateful when you decided to slowly intertwine your fingers with his. He didn’t have time to process the electric shocks of your gentle touch when the elevator opened up to the main floor. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath to calm himself as much as possible before he led you to the kitchen. The silence between you two was tense, only now for a different reason. There was no denying that something happened between you two that was more that it was supposed to be. Though you might’ve not pieced together everything you felt about him just yet, Bruce knew and he was scared. He was scared about the idea of you making your way into his heart. He needed a distraction now. It may be fruitless now, but perhaps a nice snack will be able to distract him for a while. He turned on the light in the kitchen and let you look around. He didn’t even process what he was doing. He wouldn’t let you look around for a snack without him holding your hand. At one point in his dazed state you tapped his hand with your finger. For the first time in a while, you spoke.
“Can you get the granola bar from there?” You asked shyly, pointing to the box of granola bars on the top shelf. It seemed you were too short to get it. The thought made him smile to himself as he leaned forward. He reached up to grab it and started to hand it to you when his eyes mistakenly met yours again. His breath hitched once more, now seeing how your face looked like when illuminated in the moonlight from the window behind you. Your eyes shined brighter than he’s seen them before and he could clearly see now the affection you held for him. This was bad news for him. Batman wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the people he’s supposed to protect. Bruce Wayne isn’t supposed to let anyone into his heart. But he was falling, falling into your deep longing so very clear in your beautiful eyes. It was driving him crazy, crazy enough to do things he had never done before.
His eyes tore away from yours briefly in order to grab one of the granola bars inside the box and hand it to you. Even when both of your hands touched, it filled him with uncontrollable desire. Your fingertips were elegant in his eyes as he watched you unwrap the granola bar from its casing. Unable to help yourself, you took one of his hands and carefully wrapped it around your hand holding the granola bar. Slowly, you let him guide the bar to your mouth. His intense gaze focused on the way your lips wrapped around the bar, the way your chin felt against his finger when you chewed. The act should have been weird, awkward at best, but the longing gazes you held for each other only made the act more intimate than it should be. His breath was shaky and you could see how flustered he was in that moment. After finishing one bite, you let out a sharp breath and looked away from him, embarrassment clear all over your features. It was clear to him now that you were just as flustered as he was. But your mind sobered up to your thoughts before. Wasn’t he with Selina? She called him ‘baby’ in the tapes. You didn’t want to accidentally become a home-wrecker. Reluctantly, you stepped away from him. “W-We can’t. What about Selina…?” you stuttered out guiltily, despite your hand still intertwined with his.
He ignored your statement and watched your every movement, mesmerized by the way your chest moved up and down from your flustered breathing. You were so beautiful. How could he have been so blind? Unable to help himself, he pushed his body flush against yours, your hands now pressed against his sturdy chest. He let out a soft sigh, leaning in closer to your face. He shyly pressed his nose against your cheek, smelling light traces of vanilla. It was intoxicating to feel you so close to him, to be inches away from what he wants from you. He could only wonder how electrifying it will feel once he finally gets to feel his lips against your skin.
“I don’t like Selina, if that’s what you’re asking,” he whispered against your ear. He then leaned down slightly to let out a sensual sigh down your jawline. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of your own, your heart racing at the attention he was giving you. A thought came to your mind that made you almost laugh. It was ridiculous to think that when you said you wanted to use this snack run as a way to bond with him, you did not expect this bond to be more on the lines of being romantic. The tension between you two rendered you completely helpless and it was useless now to try to resist the obvious desire you both have for each other. Though it was strange how Batman could ever like you or take an interest in you, it was heartwarming nonetheless.
“(Y/n),” he whispered once more, needing to get your attention. You hummed shakily in response. His free hand reached up to touch your chin and lift it up. “Look at me.” Following his command, you look up at him slowly, your gaze hiding shyly behind your lashes. Your free hand boldly slid up his chest, feeling the bumpy exterior of his suit. You could practically feel his heart racing in his chest from your touch. When it felt like you couldn’t handle the tension any longer, he finally spoke again. “I want you,” he confessed timidly, causing you to gasp under your breath in shock. It was hard to find affection and desire as strong as this in a world as unforgiving as Gotham, yet here you two were, lost in each other’s arms despite your better judgment. You smiled at his confession and reached up to cup his cheek. Feeling his head lean into your palm, he closed his eyes. “You confuse me. I don’t know why I feel this way towards you, but I do,” he sighed out and looked at you gently. “It’s like I’ve wanted you this entire time, but I never realized it.” Saying all of this out loud was hard for him and he knew he told himself earlier that he didn’t want to deal with his emotions tonight, but the way you looked at him made all his defenses he meticulously built up as Batman come crumbling down. And god, did it scare him.
Seeing him panic in your arms, you hesitantly started to rub your thumb across his cheek. “I’ve liked you ever since we started working with each other, but you don’t have to feel pressured to figure it all out now. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out how you could want me,” you chuckled quietly to yourself. “You know, it’s pretty strange to have a crush on a guy who I haven’t even seen his whole face yet. I don’t even know your name,” you joked, trying to lessen the overwhelming tension between the two of you. You succeeded when you saw a tiny smile from the man in front of you. Now that he thought about it, you didn’t even know who he was, yet you still liked him. You really were a strange person, indeed. It gave him an idea. He looked up at you with a mischievous smile. “Do you wanna know?” He asked, his voice unconsciously lowering from his teasing which made you shiver. The emotions you were feeling right now in reaction to that are too shameful to admit out loud, but he knew. His eyes seemed to light up in satisfaction from your flustered state. You cleared your throat and nodded, trying to forget about the inappropriate thoughts quickly forming inside your head. When you finally calmed down, he let go of you and moved to remove his cowl slowly. You were the first outsider to know about his identity, so he was incredibly nervous about your reaction. When he finally showed his face behind the cowl, your eyes widened in shock. It took a moment for you to process what you were seeing in front of you before you started to giggle to yourself. He was slightly confused at your reaction but you were quick to explain.
“Bruce Wayne. That totally makes sense now,” you said in amusement. He was surprised that you didn’t freak out, but if that were the case, it made him want you more than before. You accepted him, truly accepted him. That was certainly rare. He allowed himself to chuckle with you before he took your hand into his. He pressed tender kisses all over it while you spoke. “Don’t think that just because you’re some billionaire, I’ll treat you any different than any other citizen here in Gotham,” you chastised lightheartedly. Bruce was truly grateful for that. So many people wanted Bruce Wayne just because he was rich. He was happy that fate decided to bring you to him through his dark alter ego instead. But thoughts aside, he had one more thing to do.
You stopped laughing all of a sudden when you felt his arm suddenly wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest once more. You let out a small squeak, your breath hitching in your throat as you waited in anticipation for his next move. More confident than before, he tucked his finger under your chin. His eyes became half-lidded in desire, once again getting lost in your eyes. He felt the tense passion he held for you once more when he leaned in until your lips were barely brushing against his. “Bruce,” you called out to him, your sigh edging into a breathless moan. “I want you to say what you feel for me,” he murmured against your lips. You didn’t hesitate to obey him. “I want you too, Bruce. I want to be with you.” With one swoop, he pulled you into a passionate kiss rivaling the ones you’ve seen in your tv shows. How odd these circumstances were that had lead you to a man you’ve always dreamed about being with. It wasn’t forgotten in your mind that his alter ego could present problems in your relationship in the future, but one thing was for certain: without Batman, he wouldn’t have met you. And without Batman, there would be no one who could keep the city safe. To keep you safe.
All Bruce thought about now and forever was the promise he made to you that night under the light of the moon and within your embrace: He will do everything in his power to make sure that no person—Riddler or otherwise—would ever hurt you again.
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I Know What You Did Last Weekend 18+ (Smut)
Battinson!Sub!Bruce Wayne x Kravitz!Dom!Selina Kyle x Switch!Curvy!Villain!Fem!Reader
A/N: This was long overdue. I think both Zoe and Robert are absolutely hot so I had to do it to ‘em! The picture is not meant to represent the reader’s appearance. This switches between POVs. It’s first person for your POV in the beginning while Selina’s and Bruce’s are in third/second towards the ending. Also, this is really filthy and Selina’s def top 😅 Enjoy!
Word Count: 5.1k+
Summary: Bruce goes undercover at the popular nightclub, “Club Succubus”, in search of a serial killer who murders very powerful men. Selina wants vengeance. She’s looking for the woman who killed her father when it should’ve been her. Little did they know, you’d be a lot tougher to resist.
Warnings: use of Y/N, violence, murder, blood kink, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), DUB CON, dom/sub dynamics, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be safe), cum eating, girl on girl, spanking, slight mommy kink, slight ass worship (reader’s got a wagon), use of oil, face sitting, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight themes of misandry and misogyny, implied body shaming
Y/N’s POV
The smell of sex wafting through the air. That was the way I liked it. I craved an atmosphere of full debauchery and zero inhibitions. Club Succubus was my creation. Here…I did whatever the fuck I want. No rules, no worries, no bullshit. Hell, I even recognized some cops frequenting this place of sin.
I look over at the entrance recognizing the face of a man whom I’ve despised for so long. Carmine Falcone. The dirty bastard. He’s taken business deals from me for as long as I can remember. The crime world was dominated by men and no one took a woman getting her foot through the door seriously. Slowly but surely, I’ve found my footing in this city along with loyal members who help carry out my plans for Gotham. But him. He was always an obstacle that kept me from being fully feared by everyone. That will come to an end. There’s no place for a man like him in this city. I’d be doing everyone a favor getting rid of him.
I’ve flirted with him times before. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d dismissed me because I was a curvier girl. Yet, here he was in my nightclub specifically looking for me.
His eyes land on mine as I sat in VIP section. I smirk. He makes his way over to me, eyes intense with lust.
“Baby, you’re looking ravishing.” He says, breathlessly raking up and down your figure.
“Mr. Falcone,” You smiled before standing up from your purple, tufted throne chair. You sauntered down the short steps towards him. “You know, I wasn’t sure you’d come. After all, I was convinced that you were way too vanilla. Couldn’t handle a body like mine.” You ran your hand over his shirt and see his Adam’s Apple bobbing.
“It’s not like that, baby,” He bites his lip, hypnotized by your hands roaming his body. “Just…you intimidate me.”
“Why?” You pout, keeping up the innocent ploy.
“Well, I have all the things you want. Power, the fear of the people, loyal subjects at the palm of your hands. You must be mad at me, babe,” He grips your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Can’t help how good I am? The ladies love an alpha.”
“All those things are true. Especially the part about me being mad. I’m so mad, in fact,” You lean into his ear. “I’d like to punish you.”
Taking his hand, I led him to a private room in the back. I could practically taste the power pouring into me. I was soon going to be queen of Gotham.
When we arrived to the room, I immediately threw him onto the bed earning a surprised chuckle from the trashy douchebag.
“Whoa, honey, I make like it rough but I’m still fragile.” He says looking up at me. I pull out some handcuffs from the drawer nearby, swaying my hips side to side as I walked over to him. I grab his wrists, putting them above his head and locking them to them into place.
I shove a hand down his pocket. “I don’t have any cash on me if that’s what your looking for. Didn’t know this ‘business’ exchange required any compensation.” He smirks.
“No, babe, I’m looking for this,” I show him the magnum. “Gotta have protection, right?” I yank his pants and underwear down his ankles before rolling the condom over his unimpressively average length. I climb over him, sliding down on his length. “Besides, I’ll get all the compensation I need right here.” I whispered, darkly.
I began riding the crime lord, trying to keep myself from rollin my eyes at his insufferable moans. While his mind was occupied by the pleasure, I slowly pull out a dagger from my thigh holster. I knew it’d only be minutes until this was over. Taking my chance, I stab him in the chest as he reached his climax.
I lean over him. “I told you I’d get my compensation.”
His eyes were wide, coughing up blood as he began processing the image of the knife in his chest. “You won’t get away with this. Do you know who I am? I have connections. Fucking cops work under me. You’ll be on a lot of powerful people’s lists. You’ll be dead before you could even step out the door.”
“You’ve underestimated me, Mr. Falcone. Your men, the ones that you brought to protect you, they belong to me now. Those cops you have working for you, mine. Everything is mine now. The power, the fear, the people all mine!” I shout as I continued to stab him over and over. The blood gushing and spraying all over the bed and room. I laugh maniacally, finally reaching my climax from the high of finally winning.
When I’ve had my fill I looked down at my finished product, the crime lord looking barely recognizable. I hop off of him, walking over to the mirror. I smile at my reflection. My tight white dress and hair covered in blood. I resembled Carrie and I absolutely loved the look. This was the look of a new boss.
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Selina’s POV
“Authorities are saying that the body of Carmine Falcone was found his home on the evening of Saturday. His body was discovered by a dancer and lover who works at his nightclub. It is shocking to see a man like him go down so brutally to say the least but police are doing their best to search for the person or persons responsible. Until then—” Selina switches off the television set.
Her emotions were a mix bag. There was pity, sadness, joy, anger…it was all there. He was her biological father after all. Yet, he was a disgusting piece of shit that left her mother for dead. He was responsible for the death of her former lover, Annika. She wanted to be the one to kill him. Whoever did it stripped her from the right. She was going to find them and kill them. In her twisted form of justice, it would be an indirect way of getting back at her father.
She just needed to know who could have had the balls to carry it out?
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Bruce’s POV
*Inner monologue*
Y/L/N, Y/F/N. To those on the outside, you were just what they’d call a “girl boss”. An admirable woman with a business mindset. Every man’s dream. But I know women like you. You have a fiery spirit. In the wrong hands, however, that spirit can be deadly.
*end of monologue*
Bruce looked at your file name. You were the perfect match. In your younger days, You had time in and out of the criminal justice system for crimes against men specifically those in power. Now in your late 20s, they’d say you’d had a clean slate every since then. Bruce knew better. While law enforcement turned and looked away at certain things, Bruce took a magnifying glass inspecting the issues further. It’s what made him the best detective in all of Gotham. It’s what made the people believe in Batman.
Club Succubus. That’s the nightclub you owned. You couldn’t have gotten this powerful unless you had to stomp on a lot of toes including your biggest competitor. Bruce figured that instead of going as The Batman, he’d go as himself. That way he’d bait himself as your target. You went after men with money well here he was. Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire, powerful, influential. It was just what you were looking for as your next victim.
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Y/N’s POV
Somehow being at the top just wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted to be bigger. Sure, business was booming and I’ve been running the town sweeping it with fear. Sure, the people were beginning to know my name. But I wanted a challenge.
As if God heard my prayers, in walks Bruce fucking Wayne! Walking into my club?! I didn’t take him for a guy interested in scenes like this. By the look on his face, this was definitely something he’s not into. Maybe he was looking for someone who could teach him the ropes.
I haven’t done much research on the guy so I don’t exactly have him on the list of men I’d like to kill (i call it the MiLK list) but he’s got the money. Who knows if I rock his world enough, I could get him to invest some of his money into my club.
I make my move. I stalk towards him like a predator to its prey. His eyes were on mine and if i’d blinked I would’ve missed the millisecond of lust in them. I reach the man in all black. He was quite gorgeous up close. Electric blue eyes, pink lips, a jawline that was evidence of God’s favor of him. It was the first time anyone had taken my breath away. I quickly recover.
“You’re Bruce Wayne. You’re hardly ever in the public eye. What brings you to a place like this? Looking for some fun?” I tease.
“Business, actually.”
“Really?” I tried burying my excitement as much as I could. Didn’t want to look eager. However, this could be my huge break.
He nods. “Mind if we could go somewhere more quiet to discuss?”
“Y-yes,”I stuttered out, too excited for your mouth to speak. “Right this way.” Just I took him by the arm to lead, a woman in a tight red stops you in your tracks.
“Omg! Have we met before?” She flashes a pearly, white smile at you.
She was gorgeous, soft golden brown skin shimmered under the neon lights. Her lips were red and full. Her eyes carried a look that was sultry yet dangerous. “Not likely. I would’ve remembered a girl like you.”
“My name is Selina. Selina Kyle.” She looks between me and Bruce. “I’d hate to interrupt. I won’t keep you long but I would love if we could go somewhere quiet. Maybe we can catch up.”
I was currently between two very sexy people. This just might work in my favor.
“Sure, we can all go.” I lift my finger in a “come hither” motion. “Follow me.” I lead them down the pink lit hallways. The music and thumping gradually decreasing in sound.
When we’d finally arrived to the room, the moment I’d shut the door. Selina presses me up against it, a knife to my throat. “I know you sent your men after Carmine.”
I laugh. “I didn’t send anyone after Carmine. I killed him myself, sweetie.”
Selina looks at me in shock.
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Bruce’s POV
Bruce had it all figured out. He’d go to the nightclub in Bruce Wayne persona, knowing you’d bite because you went after rich, powerful men. He’d gather the evidence he’d get from your private room opening the case for the DEA to finally care.
His plan now out the window the moment Selina stepped in. She hadn’t recognized him. Only knowing him as The Batman. Of course she’d do something as reckless as this.
“She really is stubborn.” Bruce thought, gritting his teeth.
Selina continues, the knife still pressed against your neck. “How’d you kill him?”
“I stabbed him a bunch of time with his shrimp dick still inside me. Then I made my men put his body back in his office like it was a regular Sunday. Couldn’t have him rotting in my club. For some big boss guy who fucks anything that moves, he sure sucks at fucking. Didn’t make me cum once. I had to handle myself all on my lonesome,” You say in a teasing, pouty voice. “I think maybe you can change that.”
She presses the blade deeper into the skin, on the verge of breaking skin. “Why’d you do it?”
“Selina, let’s put away the knife. You don’t have to do this.” Bruce speaks up, walking over to the catty women.
Selina ignores him, her eyes still staring intensely at you. You still bore a smirk on your face.
“What’s so fucking funny?” She hisses.
“Are you one of his whores or something? I did you a favor getting rid of him. He was a piece of shit and you know it.”
“I-I was…his daughter.” She fidgets nervously.
“Oh shit,” You scoffed. “You mean, that fucker was your dad. No wonder you want to kill me. You’re avenging father dearest.”
“That’s where your wrong, kitten,” You can feel your pussy begin to throb at the raspy, sensual way she said it. “I wanted to kill him, too. He killed someone I loved. I wanted to do it. I couldn’t. The time wasn’t right. Then, you come in and you take what could’ve been my peace. The only way I can get closure now is if I kill you.”
Selina cuts a small line on your neck. You let out a pained moan that sounded as if you enjoyed it. You can feel that the cut had drawn some blood.
“Selina, it’s not worth it. You’d just be getting yourself in trouble. Then what will this all be for. Avenging the ones you love doesn’t mean having to kill those who’ve wronged you.” Bruce pleads.
This frustrates Selina. She was tired of people telling her what to feel; to do. She turns on her heels pointing the knife in his direction. “I am tired of people—-men… telling me ‘no’. I don’t think I’d want to hear anything more from you.” She points the knife at you. “You! You’ve got handcuffs somewhere around here, don’t you? Get them and cuff him.”
You were about to head over to the draw when she pulls you by the end of your hair. “Actually, you show me what drawer to get them. Don’t want you trying to reach for your handgun of anything.” She winks before pushing away at your head.
“It’s in the first drawer near the bed.” You were honestly fearful for your life. You somehow even felt bad for Bruce who’d only been an innocent bystander.
Selina reaches for the handcuffs also finding the handgun you stored there. “Good thing I went for it myself.” She laughs. Throwing the cuffs for you to catch, she aims the handgun at you.
“Cuff him.”
“What are you doing?” Bruce growls, fuming at this insanity.
She turns the gun to him. “I said I don’t want to hear you.”
Bruce complies understanding he needs to in order to make sure no one gets hurt. He puts his hands out in the front of him.
“Oh no, baby, I want them cuffed to the back. Suit jacket and shirt off, by the way.” Selina demands.
He shakes his head, his jaw clenching before doing what was commanded of him. He pulls off his jacket and shirt revealing his washboard abs. You clipped the cuffs around his wrists. Despite your fear, you were quite turned on. You could feel your panties drench at the situation; Bruce’s half nakedness not helping your state.
“Sit him on that chair.” She flicks the gun over to the royal purple accent chair.
You lead him to his seat. He lowers, looking up between the women. A tent suddenly forming in his slacks.
Selina pushes down at the top of your head. “Down, kitty.”
You obey, falling to your knees in front of Bruce and both your eyes met one another’s.
“I’m sure you know what I want you to do. After all, you like you’ve gone through this plenty of times. So go on.”
“I-I d-dont know what you want.” You stutter out.
“Awww, what happened to the ruthless bitch that had no problem killing my dad? Figure it out. You’re not on your knees to polish his shoes.” She squats to your level, pressing the barrel against your temple.
Bruce looks at you apologetically, only to find that you were completely enjoying this. He’s now convinced that he’s in a room with crazy people.
You bring your hands shakily up to his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them. You lower them just enough for you to have access to him boxers. His breath hitches when he feels your fingertips against his bare skin. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by all of this. He blames the women for his corruption. He must not be thinking clearly. All he had to do was focus and— his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hands wrap around his painfully hard member. He bites his lip to keep himself from whimpering. He wasn’t very experienced in the sex department only having had 2 partners because he’s always so busy. Any form of touch was enough to have him panting.
“Look at that fat cock, kitten. He’s so hard,” Selina licks her lips. “Every inch of that will be going down your throat soon. Wanna see you gag on it like a pornstar. Give me a show.” She sits at the edge of the king-sized bed, looking at our direction.
You wouldn’t hesitate any longer. You wanted to taste him. To make him see stars. You make no haste, swirling your tongue around the tip and giving it a fervent suck.
Bruce lets out a shaky moan, his head thrown back against the chair. Selina immediately stands up, strutting over to him, taking him by the hair and forcing him to look down between his legs; at you.
“No. You watch. She’s gonna give a performance of a lifetime so have some decency.”
You smile up at her before turning your attention back to his. Never had you worship a cock the way you would to his. You bring your mouth all the way down his length, letting him hit the back of your throat.
He whines. You can see his restraint to keep quiet. To keep himself from enjoying. You were going to break him. You bob up and down on his length, the suction noises filling the room. You look at him noticing the way his eyes flicked between looking into your face and staring at the way your ample ass swayed side to side in delight.
“Look how happy you made, kitty,” Selina moans, dropping to her knees next to you and tossing the gun a close distance away from her. “I think I’ll have a taste, too.”
The moment Bruce heard that, he knew he’d be a goner. You pull your mouth away, a line of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick. Selina cups your face and plants an intimate kiss on your lips. Your tongues massaging each others as she attempts to taste him indirectly through you.
She breaks the kiss. “I think I wanna taste more.” She brings her mouth to his length and licks. You put your mouth back on him as well. Both of your tongues playing with the tip, every now and then your tongues would meet once again. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping to get some friction when you heard him finally begin to moan and tug at his restraints.
“Oh, he likes it,” Selina exclaims. “Don’t you, you little slut?”
He nods, breathing hard.
“It’s rude to nod. Tell us how much you appreciate us sucking your cock.”
“Thank you.” He says through a strained tone.
“For what?”
“For sucking my cock.”
“He’s such a good boy. Isn’t he, kitten?”
“Yes, he is. Maybe we could reward him.” You purr.
The two of you shoot each other a playful look before Selina bobbed her mouth on the thick, curved length while you licked and fondled at the balls. These women were trying to kill him. He was sure of it. Because how could any man survive this kind of bliss. It was all too much.
He’d forgot all restraint and soon he was moaning like a pathetic mess of a man. “Oh god. Please I c-can’t. Too much.”
There was no letting up. You’d both wanted to see him crumbles. His stoic presence soon a shadow of itself. You can feel his testicles begin to tighten. Selina’s mouth off him, jacking him off and staring at him determined. You also remove your mouth to look up at him, your hands rolling and squeezing his balls.
“F-fuck. M-mommy,” He whines pathetically. “Please.”
You and Selina look at each other and smiling deviously. “Ohhh, he’s looking for mommies. Someone missing their mommy? Don’t worry, Brucey. We’ll take real good care of you.” You say, sucking and running my tongue on his tip while Selina continue to jack his length. His body began to tense and you both knew you’d be rewarded with his cum soon.
“Cum for us, pretty boy. We wanna swallow it all for you.” Selina encourages. He lets out a loud drawn out groan, ropes of cum spurt from his dick. Selina and you indulge, licking frantically to make sure no a drop is missed. He shudders against you both, forced to take overload of pleasure. When you were sure you’d gotten everything, you both make your way up to kiss and bite at his neck. You’d taken the key for the handcuff finally freeing him. Bruce takes this opportunity to place a kiss on Selina’s lips then kissed yours, then you and Selina once again. Each deep kiss filled with lots of tongue and saliva.
Selina pulls down your lacy panties and you follow suit removing hers, groping each other’s breasts. The two of you straddle each of Bruce’s thigh, grinding your cores against his grey slacks. He grabs a handful your ass, the other hand pulling down Selina’s top, tweaking at her hardened peaks. All three of you moaning into the atmosphere. You rub two fingers on Selina’s clit as she rode his thigh.
“Oh, fuck right there.” She moans, grinding faster against him. You could tell that his pants would be soak in your arousals but he didn’t seem to care. He just watch intently, moaning at the sight of two beautiful women who were getting off to his thigh alone. You thanked the fact that Bruce’s thigh had been strong enough to carry your weight especially with how forceful your thrusts were. It seemed like he had a thing for thicker girl making sure his hands would feel every part of you.
Selina stops her movements, standing up from his thigh. Both you and Bruce looking at her. “I’m thinking we should move this to the bed. I wanna try some things,” She points at the mattress in front of her. “Y/N, I want you on all fours. Brucey, you’re going to fuck her nice and hard for me. Be as brutal as you like for all I care.”
You obey. It didn’t matter to you that you’d probably be killed or in jail after this. You were going to get what you’ve been craving the moment you’d set eyes on these two. You remove whatever’s left of your clothes before crawling on your hands and knees on the bed.
You bend over enough so that your ass in the air was the main focal point. Selina takes a bottle of oil, lathering your bottom and give you a hard smack. You moan at the contact.
Bruce removes his clothes, on his knees behind you his hard length dangling between thighs like a third leg. “I don’t know if I could do this.” He says, almost innocently.
“All ya gotta do is stick your dick in her. Not rocket science, baby.” She teases, yanking her dress over her head and joining you both on the bed.
He sighs. “No, I mean, this isn’t right. She’s a criminal. We’ve got to turn her in.”
Selina attempts to speak up again, but it was your turn to make your case. You were not going anywhere. Not until you’re ruined by them. “Please fuck me, Brucey,” You groan. You roll your hips back, feeling his dick rubbing between your ass cheeks. “I know I’m bad but all I ask is that you punish me. Take me how you want me. Wreck me from inside with your cock.”
Selina smirks, glancing at Bruce who’s breathing had gotten heavy. “Hear that, sweet boy. She wants it real bad. You can’t be cruel enough to leave her hangin’.”
His large hands pull you rough against him. You squeak at his sudden ferocity, a pool of wetness seeping out of your core. He smacks the heavy manhood against your globes, guiding it to your quiver core. You’d still been sensitive there so when he taps himself at your entrance, you shiver in delight. He prods his tip at the tight hole, letting your folds swallow him in with little effort from him. You both groan simultaneously.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Selina rubs herself, watching where the two of you met.
Bruce strokes shallowly into your pussy. The light sticky, wet noises filling the silence. You whine needing him to fuck you long and deep. You attempt to fuck back into him, he holds you still by your hips, pulling even more of his length out of you so that only the tip rests.
“Shit, please, I need it.” You sob. You’re practically crying real tears.
Selina pulls his cock from your core. Wrapping her plump lips around the bulbous head. She sucks him deep into her mouth, swishing her tongue around. “She tastes so good,” She pulls off him, easing him back into your cunt. Going behind him, she whispers in his ear. “Go on, baby boy. Fuck her. Make her cum hard.”
As if he’s a robot waiting on the commands of his master, he immediately drive into you. He bottoms out and you swear that he’s made a mess of your guts. He pummels into you, fucking you into the mattress. Your cries bouncing off the walls.
“Fuck, fuck, holy shit.” You were unintelligible. All you could do is curse or say things that you really couldn’t understand. Bruce ramming into you the way a beast ruts into its mate.
Selina could feel herself dripping with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to take his cock next but first she’s like to focus her attention all on you. Bringing your face up from the mattress, your tongues meet in a passionate kiss. Bruce takes your arms crossing them behind your back, pinning them down with one hand. Now your body’s sandwiched between Bruce powerfully thrusting into you and Selina who’d kiss you in a way that made your toes curled.
She snakes a hand down to rub your sensitive nub. You gasp, grinding into her hand. When you moved forward, you’d feel her aggressively flicking at it and when you’d moved back, his cock would nudge the deepest parts of you. It was an overload of pleasure you’d never experienced.
“Fuck me now,” Selina says, lying on her back. Bruce pulls out of you, using your juices to slide in with ease into her. She moans, licking her lips. “Oh my god, baby. You’re so big. You’re splitting me in two. I can see why my little kitten over there was screaming for her life.”
Bruce leverages himself up with his hands, angling his hips the right way to hit into her core from the side. She throws her head back and bites her lip feeling the thrusts getting more desperate. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting to get rid of the ache. She opens her eyes and notices. “Aww, kitten, I didn’t forget about you. Come here and ride my face.”
Your eyes light up. You hover your slick coated core over her face turned so that you were in the 69 position and facing Bruce. Selina gets to work, licking and sucking at your pussy the way she did when she kissed you. You ground against her face, looking at Bruce with half-lidded eyes. You grip him by the neck and he groans. You pull him forward for a kiss, mimicking the movements of Selina’s tongue but in his mouth. His thrusts causing you to bounce along with them.
He plucks at your hardened nipple then lowers his lips to them sucking and twisting each bud. Both of their tongues caressing your body. You felt so lucky. Maybe Selina has already killed you and you’d gone to heaven. Or a fun ass hell.
“Lick that sweet pussy.” Bruce growls.
He pushes your head down so that you were in between Selina’s legs watching his cock moving in and out of it. Her juices messy all over his cock and her inner thighs. You stick your tongue out, flicking between her clit and tasting his length sloshing around inside her.
“Oh, fuck! You both are so fucking good. So perfect.” Selina cries out, sticking a finger in you and pumping. You fuck back into her fingers. With one hand still on the back of your head, the other smacks your ass.
The room filled with each other your moans and whines. You were sure anyone who’d accidentally walk in would blush but most likely stay for the show. It was sinful, filthy, it was so fucking hot!
“I’m gonna cum.” Bruce groans.
“Me too.” Selina moans, curling her finger and touching the soft button deep in you.
“Oh my god.” You can feel the coil building up more and more. The pressure almost scaring you at how much it was building. Bruce pulls out of Selina shoving himself into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. You swallow and suck around him. The same time he cums down your throat is the same time Selina decides to give you the hardest orgasm of your fucking life. You scream into the air, frantically rubbing at her flowery bud.
She quakes and shivers underneath you. You lick at her core until she eventually clamps her thighs around your head from other stimulation. “Holy shit.” She laughs, her head feeling light from the shattering of her world.
You roll off of her and the three of you laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. You can taste the remnants of them on your tongue; a reminder of your time with them.
You propped yourself up on your elbows. “So I’m guessing you’ll be turning me in to the authorities. It’s fine, though. I got all I needed anyway.”
“No, I think I’ll keep you, kitten. You’ll be my little play toy. What do ya think, Brucey? Should we keep her?” She bats her eyes at the blissed out man.
He groans. “Is that really appropriate?”
“Yes.” Selina smiles at you and you smile back.
You turn over to the brooding sex symbol. “I can make it worth your while, Brucey,” You kiss and suck at his neck. “I promise you I won’t be bad. I’ll be so good for you.”
Selina joins in, attacking at the other side of his neck. Bruce isn’t sure if he believes either of the women, but with their hands running ever so softly over his body, he can’t say he wouldn’t try.
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Update!
Hey guys! I’m about 1500 words into a new Din Djarin fic (it’ll be smutty) I’m working on. It should be up tonight (super late) or tomorrow (in the morning). It’s just a little old one shot, but I hope you guys will enjoy it!
I also have a Pattinson!Bruce Wayne x reader one shot in the works, so that may be up soon as well. After that, I’ll be posting the second part of “how do you sleep” (the new non-chronological Ben Solo x reader series I’m working on).
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day 10: bruce wayne [car sex]
࿓ synopsis • bats fucks you in his batmobile to teach you a lesson after you disobey his order.
―❦ nsfw, autonomous driving, one has clothes on one hasn’t, suited!bats, batmobile, markings, car riding, possessiveness, jeaolusy, pet names, swearing, master kink, rude!bats, identity dilemma, inner toughts, spanking, begging, brat taming, clothes full on/off, kissing, ‘is all I guess. • 1.9k • thought comic bats while writing but you can imagine this with any version of batman as you like of course. enjoy the beginning of the second week of kinktober event, hope you will like this week too! [kinktober m.]
“bats – please –“ as the gotham’s city’s night lights pass behind the black windows of the batmobile you’re in, your own voice gets silent by the loud sound of the road, yet, they reach to his ears that are covered with his black batman mask. “it’s too much –“
the man under you stays still even when his actions don’t stop – fingering your clit, he seems like he doesn’t care about how you’re sitting on his lap, soaking onto his black bat suit, getting wetter each passing time – having no dress on you makes the situation more sinful, especially when he has his own armored suit on, even the mask is still covering his face and ears – his bat ears is a source of balance for you to hold onto while taking his fingers as if it’s the first time he does this.
you have no idea how this man makes you feel stranger to being fucked by him whenever he has you like this – weak yet so powerful because of the whole situation.
it should’ve been a peaceful night, a simple mission – yet, it turned into something more, and you were the one to blame the moment you began to flirt with one of the guests to distract him. you were doing what he told you to from the other line of the call, giving instructions one by one with the help of the device on your ear. it was going all right until the man got interested in you, buying you drinks, joking around, and asking if you would like to follow him to do upstairs.
you didn’t yet you had to act close to the man to get rid of him because bats told you to leave his side immediately. your mistake was taking that decision; putting one of your hands on the man’s shoulder, raising on your feet, and whispering something into his ear before leaving. apparently, this made bruce go mad – causing him to give you a lesson that you had to learn right away.
the moment you entered the batmobile, he took you onto his lap, taking all your clothes from one to another, looking darker than ever – hands fast, lips kissing yours so passionately that you believe your lips begin to bleed, the suit remains on as he begins to finger you – he just opens the zipper of his armored pants, leaving his hardened cock visible to your eyes.
wanting to touch him, your hand goes to his cock, yet, it is stopped in mid-air. he doesn’t waste any more seconds, slapping your clit, he adds, “you had to earn it. you will not get it until you beg for it.”
now here you are; already cum for one time, its hints still on your thighs and his pants, however, he doesn’t stop – you know he waits for you to beg – you try not to beg, stubborn, believing you did nothing wrong, but, it’s too much – he knows every point to make you beg – the vigilante know your own body more than you do.
when he hits your g-spot with only his gloved fingers, again and again, you cry out loud, “bruuuce – aggh – please -!” the words go out of your parted lips on their own as your hands grip his bat ears strongly, bouncing on his fingers when he doesn’t move them. the knowledge of making a mess out of you doesn’t reach into your brain, so, you continue fucking his fingers – his dark-colored eyes look up, a smirk position on his attractive masked face, mocking you. “please! I need youu – aggh!”
“pathetic,” he remarks, “bouncing on my fingers as if they’re my dick,” a chuckle breaks the lewd sounds – the outworld out of the batmobile is long forgotten. “want it so much? want me to bend you over, fuck you in this car?”
without thinking, you nod rapidly, eyes half-closed, your second cum drips onto his fingers, high hits the body, feeling a bit exhausted yet ready to take his thick cock now.
your mind can’t comprehend what he’s doing but in a moment you find him lowering his seat, opening enough gap between your bodies and the batmobile’s front.
afraid of falling into the surface, you try to hold his shoulders – still can’t believe you fucked yourself on his fingers and cum onto them when he talked dirty. the power – the effect he has on you is incredible! the mind is so dizzy because of him that you realize what he has done after a moment, your widening eyes look at the front mirrors of the car, seeing the road in front of you – the scene changes faster than you think – you swear the car moves like a lightning.
the reality hits your face similar to the feeling of cold water washing your body over on a hot day. however, you can’t focus on it when bruce’s gloved and wet hands position on your waist, highering your ass up, pulling your body closer to his face.
when you hold onto the wheel to stay still, excitement and shock blurring the last cramps of your mind, fear of going in an extremely fast batmobile makes your blood boil – yet the trust you have for bruce is there, strongly holding you. his low voice reaches your ears after a while, and his hot breaths wash your pussy and ass holes that clench around nothing, making you jump in pure pleasure. “you disappointed me,” he says, “you disobeyed a direct order from me. that man meant nothin’ to me but disobeying – oh – what a bad choice y/n.”
you couldn’t wait any longer, knowing his one step away from licking you, lust takes control of you, and you begin to say how sorry you’re – how you didn’t mean to – both you and bruce know you did mean to, to get his attention, to get this side of him, because you’re a brat of him who he will tame.
“keep your begs for forgiveness for later. you have to prove to me that you’re capable of obeying me, you pretty brat.”
“anything, I will do anything for you bru -!” a slap to the ass, a slap to the pussy – scream escapes from your lips. “bats! just give me an order, will do it – just please – please fuck me already!”
“in that case,” he says, not licking you, making you pout in disappointment but when he lowers down your body, his cock’s tip meets with your aching pussy’s folds, he clicks a button, the engine slows down a little bit, the wheel of the car gets closer to you. “hold the wheel.”
you try to understand what’s going on, “what are you doin – aggh!”
his left-hand grips your neck, holding it tightly, closing the gap between your face and his, he points to the wheel that stands right in front of you. “hold the fucking wheel if you want to be fucked, y/n.”
swearing lowly, your shaking hand finds the wheel, holding it strongly, waiting for bruce to push a button – when he does, the engine starts moving faster than before. unlike the previous situation, this time, it’s you who drives the batmobile.
“bruce – how – “ your words are cut off by his deep voice.
“don’t take your eyes off the road. you will take us to the home without an accident. if you turn even a little bit, I will stop fucking you my love.” the difference in his words and voice make you go crazy, and that craziness doubles up when he lowers your body down enough to make him thrust his thick cock into your pussy, filling you up.
screaming with sudden pain and pleasure, your eyes roll over for a second before looking right at the road in front of you – gotham city still stays under the darkness of the night, the only voice that world excepts is the powerful sound of the batmobile riding on the endless looking road, the moans coming from you and swears from bats mixing with the flesh hitting the flesh can be heard by only you and bruce – the sin you commit cannot be known by another.
the focus you put on the road gets distracted whenever bruce shoves his dick into your wet clit. back of your thighs hitting his clothed thighs sends pain through your body, leaving red marks on your flesh – the balls that meet with your ass cheeks increase the sensitivity you have, making you cry as you clean them rapidly to see the road.
his name comes out of you over and over again, the brain is too occupied to drive, the mind is too crazy to function, and the body is too full of him, the man who wants to devour you, and doing it right now – using your body as he pleases, not moving his hips greatly, instead, he makes use of your body by lifting it up, then, pulling it down until his dick fills your walls deeper, harder and rougher.
“fucking brat,” he says, a poison that his voice holds captures you – you feel so pathetic as if you’re his fucktoy now. then why do you feel so high like the most powerful drug in the whole world gets into your veins with the maximum level, you ask yourself, then the answer travels to your mind after he adds, “can’t obey her master? what a pretty yet mindless girl you are, don’t you think?” oh, right, he’s the most powerful drug on the whole world, and now, you’re at his mercy.
“u-huh – agghh – oh myy – bats! please, please, please –“ you have no idea what you’re pleasing for, but he knows – he chuckles lowly, having fuck great entertainment thanks to you that you feel a kind of pride in an instant.
“u-huh?” he mocks, fucks you still, close to the edge, just waiting for the right moment. “too cockdumbed to even understand what I’m saying. but you do good my good girl, keep going, we’re close to the cave.”
the new information makes you happy, smiling widely, and looking outside clearly, seeing the cave’s entering. with the relief, you begin to drive the car more carefully than before, hands getting stronger, losing yourself in the pleasure of being fucked by bruce in his damn batmobile.
finally reaching your destination, you slow down the engine, the cave’s front door opens, and pushing a button, bruce hugs you from behind, making you sit down on his cock with an instantaneous speed, earning the loudest moan out of you.
the mouth standing beside your ear says, “cum. cum on my cock.” and you who doesn’t know she’s waiting for him to allow her – to order, do what he tells, cum on his cock as his hot semen hit the deep inside of you in sync.
kissing your shoulder, he holds your shaking body because of both the coldness of the cave you have entered and the opposite sense of warmness that bruce gives – the smell of highness on the air, chests getting up and down, breaths rapid and low, lust ends – its place gets completed with the affection of love.
“did so good,” the car’s door opens, bruce takes your body in bridal style after wrapping it with his cape. his gentle lips put kisses on your face as he walks into the bathroom of his room, watching your soft features, eyes closed to sleep. he smiles fondly, proud of you. “let me take care of my pretty girl now.”
❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *lots of kisses!*
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give & take
summary: bruce wayne x female!reader learning what their partner likes during sex
word count: 832
warnings: NSFW, SMUT, mentions of fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, overstimulated, praise kink, degradation kink, face fucking, i think that's it?
an: let me know what you think of this one! it's not much but i wanted to get it out of my brain :)
bruce is such a giver.
he was so touch deprived when you first starting seeing each other that he just wants to shower you in appreciation for giving this back to him.
every night before he heads out to patrol, he’d burry his face between your thighs and greedily fingerfucks you until you’re seeing stars
every time the two of you are required to go to a public event, he’d make sure to find a secluded room where he would get on his knees for you after seeing you in that dress
if your response after he asks how your day was is anything less than ‘great, love, yours?’ he’d tug you off towards his bed and spend hours kissing every single inch of your body
praising you because he knows how much you love it:
‘such a good girl’, ‘you are so gorgeous squeezing around my fingers’, ‘you are doing so good, darling’, ‘you can cum again, I know you can.’, ‘be a good girl and moan my name while I tease this perfect clit, beautiful.’
this man would worship the ground you walk on and is utterly obsessed with every part of you
there were signs of him wanting more though. the way his eyes would widen and he'd blush so cutely after you told him it was okay to be rough with you. you'd tell him every night how you want to shower him with the same affection he gives you. but he’d ignore you to burry his face into your dripping cunt again whimpering and whining about how much he loves you.
you could see him fall into the blissful high of your warm folds wrapping around his cock so perfectly and he slowly would lose his composure. fucking you as if he didn't know you, plowing into you like his access to oxygen depended on it. his rough strokes against your sensitive core seemed to speak how much he loved using you - you just needed to drag that out of him.
you waited in the batcave for him on a stormy night that you couldn’t sleep. ‘what are you doing awake, darling?’ He’d ask as he slipped his cowl off with a concerned tone to his voice. you didn't need to say anything. just walk up to him and slowly peel layer by layer of his suit off, dragging your finger tips across each muscle, bruise, fresh cut, or healed scar as you exposed his skin.
‘you could have waited in bed if you wanted me,’ reaching for you, wanting to see more of your skin than what you were offering. you’d stop his hands before they could touch you, using them as anchorage as you floated to the floor on your knees. never breaking eye contact.
he’d already be hard, even innocent touches from you were enough to spark that reaction. but there was something about seeing how well you were swallowing him down, drooling and gagging around him with no care in the world...
there was no denying that bruce craved control. that’s part of the reason he goes out, he wants to control the crime of Gotham.
but this was different. you were strong, independent, you didn’t need bruce, you had all the control in your own life. but here you were, on your knees for him. His. His beautiful and perfect equal.
you saw the shift in his eyes when he accepted how much he loved this. his fingers tangling in your hair as a low groan rumbled from his chest. ‘good fucking girl,’ his eye bored into yours, drinking up the sight of you degrading yourself for him as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. ‘you’re prettiest when you’re messy like this for me.' he's never respect you more - you had so much power but you set it aside for him. this was his bliss.
and that’s when you both found the perfect blend of kinks. he felt the whimper he fucked into your throat and saw the familiar glint in your eye as you desperately rolled your hips forward. ‘you like this, don’t you? love being my secret little cocksucker, fully knowing you’ll turn around tomorrow and command respect.’ you’d nod your head, still working your mouth feverishly around his cock.
‘i love it too, baby,’ a moan would escape him that belonged in a porno as he twitched in your throat, fucking his hips into your face. his head would fall backwards at the disgustingly lewd sounds coming from your perfect lips only making his grip on your head tighten and his pace rougher. ‘take my cock like a good slut. y’ve such a good throat for me.’
after you swallowed his sticky load, he’d all but fall to his knees in front of you and hug you close, whispering little thank yous as he kissed your hair. ‘you were right,’ he’d finally say before kissing you hungrily and starting his favorite task of forcing you to cum until you’re overstimulated.
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i like men who are hot in a pathetic and goth way.
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say yes
kinktober, day twenty-one
a/n: ...i personally wouldn't mind becoming mrs. wayne.......
warnings: bruce wayne (pattinson) x fiancé!reader, smut, established relationship, possessiveness, oral, cock worship, dirty talk
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With the newly ring adorned hand softly wrapped around your fiancé’s girth, tender gaze locked on his, you littered his throbbing length with sweet, sloppy kisses.
Pecks fluttering down towards the base, you dipped further down and drooled over his heavy sack. Mouth gently agape as he watched you in awe, one of his hands then drifted it way down to yours, dreamily brushing his fingertip over the jewel.
“Say it again,” he breathed as your lips teased their way back up to the dewy head, “say yes,” staring at you as if you were a deity at his feet, “tell me that you’re all mine.”
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
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Bruce after this week's villain called him daddy again and only committed a crime to stare at his jawline:
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THE BATMAN MASTERLIST
* : explicit content
ONESHOTS:
I Lived That Night Too
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BLURBS:
sickfic + bruce
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HEADCANNONS:
premature ejaculation*
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Well, can you write a batman x fem!reader where the reader is a super hero (like catwomans superhero version or smth) and they just keep meeting at crime scenes and always flirt and stuff and end up dating?
obsessed much? — b.w blurb
summary: request above!
pairing: bruce wayne x superhero!reader
warnings: murder; hero wears acape
word count: 360
A/N: hii tysm for this request! i haven’t been writing much lately since my ‘aftermath’ fic, so this isn’t as big as you probably wanted, it just really made me want to write it as a blurb. maybe i’ll write a full fic about it later. also, i know a lot of people hate cape-wearing heroes but i absolutely love the goofy cliche, so i had to add that in. let me know what you guys think!
he’s kneeling near the body with the putrid smell of blood flowing into his nostrils. the puzzle pieces are coming together, but there’s still a big one missing. the shadows devours him into the room. what isn’t he seeing? slowly, the sound of heels hitting the ground approach his back.
“i thought heroes didn’t do investigations.” the first reply is a scoff, then the cape rustling.
“i don’t,” she says, “but this one hits home.” bruce turns around to stare the deep round eyes, one of the few things he could see underneath her mask. her suit fits perfectly in her curves, the stretchy and non-flammable fabric accommodating her fight needs. perfect for running around town. it wasn’t bulletproof, though, because the stone-hard skin was all the protection she needed. the cape was just for fun. “i saved this dude from a train wreck last week. thought it was a malfunction, it sure as hell doesn’t seem that way anymore.”
“you think someone is targeting you.” she hums in response, a chill running down her spine. all she wanted to do was to use her gifts for the good of the city. somehow, that ended up with the total of four murders so far.
“they want to get my attention, i just don’t know why.” a pout appears in her puffy lips. he wonders what they feel like. he takes the plastic gloves off, staying with the leather ones, and lays them on the floor.
“who wouldn’t?” as he gets up, a snarky grin lightens her face up. they’ve always been this good in making the other forget the bodies in the room. literally.
“obsessed much?” one step in his direction leaves them inches apart. he still thinks it’s way too far. the height difference has her looking up, batting her eyelashes. “maybe you’re the killer, batboy.”
“it’s batman.” his voice is baritone and raspy, and she can feel his warm breath on her cheeks. one move and his hands would be on her. her heart beats shamelessly on her chest, like drums inside her body. his gaze is so penetrating she has to look away before answering.
“right. cute.”
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ღDom!Bruce Wayne (Nsfw)
A/n: IM BACKKKK
Please reblog if you enjoyed <3
Summary: Some dom!bruce Wayne head canons :)
Bruce likes to keep your arms restrained,whether it’s him holding your arms down or have you tied down old fashioned — with some rope. He usually ties you up/holds you down while he eats you out.
When he wants to be a bit more romantic he’ll lace his fingers with yours as you devours your soaked cunt.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. BATMAN LOVES EATING PUSSY.
Bruce loves tightly holding your hips as he plows into from behind, most time he ends up leaving bruises. To which he kisses the next day when they’re more visible.
He loves having you close so that he can whisper filthy things in your ear:
“Look at you taking my cock so well”
“You like it when I fuck you like you’re nothing?”
“Fuck you feel so good”
“Don’t you fucking cum”
“Look at how I fit so fucking good”
“You want more?”
Bruce likes handling you rough, whether it’s him forcing you to look at him in whatever position he puts you in.
He loves spanking you while you ride him, he loves the way your hips buck and how your body jerks when he does it.
He loves any position where he can still see your face, even in doggy or reverse cow girl he’ll still find a way to get to see your face.
Bruce loves making you whimper and beg for him (he teases you about it):
“Awww you need me?”
“How bad do you need me right now?”
“Fuck you’re soaked”
“Can I taste you?”
He DEFINITELY grunts
There’s only been one time where he has made you cry during sex, by extreme overstimulation. And as soon as he saw the tears roll down he came instantly and the hardest he’s ever came.
He loves seeing his cum on you, from him either cumming on your face, of cumming on your stomach/back/or tits.
He loves holding your legs down while he fingers roughly, curling his fingers inside you while playing with your clit. Bruce loves watching your body shudder and break down trying to keep composure while he fucks you, he loves watching your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth silently gape open from pleasure.
Thank you for reading!!!
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Bruce Wayne Masterlist
Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)
MAIN MASTERLIST
Fluff🌺 Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️🔥
HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:
Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.
Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown
Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection
Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love
Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it
When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.
Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business
Having A Shower ❤️🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!
One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit
No Nut November ❤️🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.
ASKS:
Neon Gift 🌺❤️🔥(Robert Pattinson! 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😍😍😍
Boots & Coat ❤️🔥 May I request some hot quickie in his Batcave, i believe he would enjoy if his gf surprise him in one of the gloomy days! Maybe some coat and boots with nothing underneath it or idk 👀👀
DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠
Stupid Man 🌺🌩️Bruce uses 'code 4' while encountering the Scarecrow resulting in defining the next moments that would shake up his family and his future
Library Make-Out🌺❤️🔥
Bittersweet Tea 🌩️(post break up theme)
Midnight Visits🌺
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Would y’all want a Ben Solo/Kylo Ren fic?
I just watched White Noise last night and my love for Adam Driver has been reignited….muahaha
I do have two WIPs rn (Din Djarin x reader and Pattinson!Bruce Wayne x reader) but I kinda wanna do a Ben Solo x reader fic…but if you guys rather have the Din or the Bruce one first, lmk. All three will be smut dw, and will eventually get released regardless, it’s more a question of which I finish first (and which y’all actually wanna see)!
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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader
chapter fourteen
Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.
a/n: I'm back to posting semi-regularly, yay! Not sure when the next chapter will be finished because of the holidays but hopefully it'll be within the next week or so! This one is a little on the shorter side, but the next several will be longer I think! (Since I haven't actually written them--but I have plans and they're lengthy.)
Series Masterlist
word count: 2k
“Oh man,” Martinez groaned as his eyes flicked from Alfred, to her, to the picture, and back again. He gulped audibly. Next to him, Blake the security guard was white as a sheet. “Gordon’s gonna kill me.”
“Gordon’s gonna kill me,” Martinez said for the twentieth time as y/n poured him a cup of coffee to replace the one that was currently still on the foyer floor. “I was supposed to be the one paying attention. I was the one he trusted.” Which, he informed her after maybe the fourth “Gordon’s gonna kill me,” that meant he was Gordon’s most trusted on her security team. He was one who was secretly supposed to make sure no one else was compromised.
“Martinez,” y/n said for the nineteenth time. “No he isn’t. You were doing your job. You already said you didn’t leave, or fall asleep, or take a call. In fact, you did your job so well you ignored my offer of coffee.” She held out the new mug.
Martinez was still nervously mangling the hat of his uniform. He was completely ignoring her reassurances. He went still after a second, then turned eyes that were twice as frightened to her. “Man, Mr. Wayne’s gonna be so mad too, isn’t he? This is his house.”
Y/n narrowed her eyes. “I’ll handle Bruce. And besides–Alfred’s more in charge than he is, and he already agreed it wasn’t your fault.” Alfred had met Gordon downstairs a few minutes earlier. The elevator and entire lobby had been turned into a crime scene. Martinez and y/n were waiting to give their statements.
Easing Martinez’s fears was much easier than facing her own. It was easy to focus on him and nothing else. Because in the short half hour since she’d first found the picture, each bit of new information was worse than the last. No one on the security detail had been harmed, bribed, or had even moved. The security cameras had been turned off for only ten minutes. Which all meant that someone had enough access to Wayne Tower and its security to get past everything extra that had been set up.
They wanted her to know that they could get to her.
And they were drawing it out. Instead of grabbing her, they were making her wait. Making her scared.
Y/n focused again on the nervous cop in front of her, who was still bemoaning the fact that everyone was going to be mad at him.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to be mad at you,” she snapped. There was a headache blooming between her eyes.
Martinez quieted, looking like a kicked puppy with a mustache. “Jesus, I’m so sorry, y/n. If I can make it up to you at all–”
“Just drink your coffee, okay? No one blames you.” Y/n took a sip of her coffee. Her hands were still shaking, and some of the liquid spilled over as she set the cup back down. Damn, she was wasting a lot of coffee in one night.
She startled when a warm hand landed atop hers. She looked up and met Martinez’s soft gaze. He didn’t say anything else, but his presence was enough to steady her.
“I’m so glad they didn’t shoot you,” she said after a moment.
They shared a grin. “Hell, me too.”
An awareness prickled along y/n’s spine.
She looked up, and there was Bruce.
His hair was stuck to his forehead and his shirt was on inside out. Her stomach swooped. There really only seemed to be one possibility from those two clues, plus the fact that he hadn’t been home.
Jealousy and shame spread like hot oil through her stomach.
Bruce looked…angry. His eyes were twin blue flames where they stayed locked on Martinez’s hand atop hers.
Martinez scrambled to his feet as if the king of fucking England had just walked in. More coffee spilled as he bumped the table. Y/n half expected him to bow for Bruce. She rolled her eyes.
“Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry, I swear I was paying attention, I–”
Bruce’s eyes went cold. “And you are?”
“Officer Martinez, we actually met back–”
Y/n’s eyes narrowed. It was her turn to jump to her feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said to Bruce.
Martinez flinched. Bruce calmly glanced her way then went back to glaring at Martinez.
“When the security of my home has been compromised due to incompetence–” Bruce said, still calm despite the obvious fury in his eyes.
Y/n cut him off. “Oh shut up. Stop talking to him like that. It wasn’t his fault!”
Bruce’s eyes flashed. “Well, it was certainly someone’s.”
“Maybe it was yours, then.” The words rose within her on a tide of anger. God, her life had been threatened again, and he had the nerve to come home from fucking his girlfriend and act like a dick to her friend? “I mean, you’ve been letting the rest of the tower go to shit for years, makes sense that maybe security is a little lax. Especially if you don’t even give enough of a shit to ever be here.”
They were almost toe to toe now, both breathing heavily. From the corner of her eye, she saw Martinez freeze in place, mouth open in shock.
“I give too much of a shit, y/n. If your little boyfriend hadn’t been distracted–”
Oh, y/n thought. Bruce thought Martinez was her boyfriend. And okay, maybe it looked like that, but Martinez actually had a great girlfriend who was in a group chat with them where they all sent memes to each other. She and Martinez wanted to set up a double date with her cousin and y/n.
The realization made the anger ebb, but then she was pissed off all over again.
“What gives you the right to act like this?” she spat at Bruce. He was so much taller than her that her neck was starting to ache from glaring up at him. “After what you did, after what you said, you’re acting like you have any right to one, be involved in my personal life at all or two, be jealous!”
Bruce flinched. Just like the first time it had happened two days ago, it didn’t feel as good as she thought it would.
“Um,” Martinez said in the echoing silence. “We’re actually just friends and I–I’m going to go give my statement now?”
Y/n barely noticed him leaving.
She was so sick of being so afraid, so heartbroken, so…everything.
“You’re going to apologize to him whether he’s just my friend or not,” she said, poking Bruce in the chest. He winced and tried to mask it by looking away. “I already told you, Bruce. I lost you three years ago. Stop acting like that didn’t fucking happen, because it did.”
Bruce’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Now he wasn’t looking her in the eye at all. “I didn’t mean–”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, yes you did.” But the words were bereft of the anger that had been present only moments before. She took a deep breath and a step backwards. “I’m just–sick of pretending things are the same, okay? I know you want to go all protective-best-friend thinking Martinez is my boyfriend or that he put me in danger but–I can’t just–Things aren’t–” Suddenly words were failing her. “It’s just not the same, okay?”
She watched as Bruce softened, too. “Y/n, I’m sorry, I–”
“Why did Martinez just run out of here like a bomb went off?” Gordon’s voice cut across whatever Bruce had been about to say.
“Mommy and Daddy were fighting,” y/n said drily, her defense mechanism of humor kicking in. Bruce made a choking noise. “Find anything useful? Like maybe Frank Gallo?”
She could almost hear Gordon’s teeth grinding from across the room. “No.”
“Bruce,” Alfred said from behind Gordon. “We have some things to discuss.”
Bruce gave her one last glance before following Alfred out.
Alone with Gordon now, y/n sank into her chair with a long sigh. She stared at the little coffee spills as if they had personally offended her. “If I spill any more coffee tonight I might kill someone.”
“Now that would be a sight. Looked like you were about to do Mr. Wayne in already.” Gordon chuckled and took the seat across from her. He flipped open a small notebook.
“I’m still not opposed to smothering him in his sleep,” she muttered. “Arrest me if you have to.”
“How about I get your statement instead?”
It didn’t take long. She was basically a pro at giving statements to the police at this point. When she was done, she said, “I’m so…tired of giving statements to the police.”
Gordon regarded her with sharp eyes that didn’t miss anything. “We’re doing everything we can, y/n,” he said softly.
“I know, I know. It’s just–getting shot at was scary and all, but this is my home.” Her voice cracked. She ducked her head and fiddled with her coffee mug so Gordon wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “They’re telling me they can get to me here, too. Where I’m supposed to be safe.”
“I understand completely. We’ll get him. We’ll get them. I have a feeling he might show up on our doorstep sooner rather than later, with something bat-shaped pinned to him and a couple of black eyes and broken bones.” Gordon smirked. Y/n frowned as she realized she hadn’t seen Batman at all. Had he been downstairs? Maybe Bruce hadn’t wanted him to come upstairs. Her frown deepened. “Now, you’re going to have to help me convince Officer Martinez not to sleep in the elevator tonight. Or right outside your door. He’s pretty upset.”
“I’m surprised he still wants to hang around, considering how much of a dick Bruce was,” y/n said under her breath. “But I’ll do my best.”
Martinez took a lot of convincing, but eventually relented and went home to his girlfriend. He made y/n put a chair under her bedroom door handle first, though.
Bruce hadn’t reappeared by the time y/n went to bed.
She laid down, the words of their argument–or whatever the hell that had been–replaying on a loop. Being around him made her feelings go haywire. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so angry at him. The heartbreak of three years ago had taken over her life and she had to admit that the anger felt…almost good. Cathartic. But it also made her feel out of control. She didn’t feel like herself. Being mad at Bruce went against years of instincts. She was used to defending him, or him defending her, to being on the same team together.
She was still wide awake as dawn broke over the sky hours later.
Another thought kept turning over and over in her mind. Frank Gallo–or someone he had hired–had gotten into her home. Her very, very secure home.
She had been afraid before, but it was nothing like this. Her safe haven had been…sullied. They knew who she was, where she lived, and had basically said right to her face that not even Bruce Wayne’s money and power could keep her safe.
Added all together, y/n’s mind simply would not shut off in order for her to sleep.
It occurred to her again that she hadn’t seen Batman at all–had Gordon updated him on what happened? Because he had been in that photo, too. He had kept her alive, which she was certain had pissed off the Gallos. Was he a target? Maybe the picture of them together was a threat to both of them, but only given to her since they knew where she lived.
When she rolled over, her eyes caught on all of her research piled on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes snagged on those three words: white knight syndrome.
She bet she had her answer about any possible feelings he might have. Even if he had shown up, he hadn’t tried to contact her, to see her, nothing. He was probably sick of having to keep her alive. He was probably leaving it up to Gordon and the police department now.
Despite everyone who was trying hard to keep her alive, y/n felt utterly alone.
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