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Could you write a smutty fic for Bruce Wayne, where he saves his crush, brings her back to the manor where he insists she never leaves bc it's safer for her there & even convinces her to quit her job, with offers to provide for her!

Provider, protector, needy soft Dom Battinson... please 🖤

stab wounds

unfortunately, i don’t write smut! i thought this was a cute idea, so i wrote it without, i really hope that’s ok <3 for insight this is when bruce is not as experienced with being the batman. lowkey went a little overboard w this but i hope y’all enjoy! bruce is so needy in this lolololol

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ f!reader

warnings: cursing, movie typical violence, lmk if i missed anything

words: 4,389

bruce had seen you on the streets many times before. it started the day he spotted you nearly getting mugged on your walk home from work. you were screaming for someone, anyone to help as the mugger ripped your belongings out of your hands and shoved you to the ground. when bruce stepped in, handing your purse back, it was hard to ignore his feelings. it seemed the instant the two of you touched hands and locked eyes, he was in love. from then on, making sure you were safe almost became a habit. he learned your work schedule quickly and although you never saw him, he was almost always there. upon the rooftops or around the corner, he couldn’t leave a pretty girl like you unattended on your late night walks home through gotham.

the second time the two of you met was a few months later. you were avoiding a catcaller who stumbled out of the bar to follow you around. bruce couldn’t hear what he was saying because he was too far off, but he could tell you were annoyed. there was a clear look of disgust as you shoved the man away from you and picked up your walking pace, but the man wasn’t letting up. the second his hand grabbed your wrist, bruce was there to knock him out. your eyes gleamed with fear and wonder as you looked up at him. bruce didn’t scurry away into the dark like last time he encountered you. he felt frozen in place as he stared down at you. when you realized he still hadn’t ran off, you spoke.

“so we meet again?” a small awkward smile graces your lips as you glance down at the unconscious man and back to him.

“i guess so” bruce watches as you eyes grow impossibly larger at the sound of his voice. never in a million years did you think you’d be standing in front of the batman, for a second time. let alone conversing with him.

“thank you, sir, for saving me. again. i feel a lot safer with you around” your voice was small as you spoke to him, but you weren’t afraid as most of the people of gotham were. there was something about him, something in his eyes that told you you could trust this man with your life. you thought you saw a glimpse of a smile, but you couldn’t be sure. the batman turned, about to make his way into the shadows, but he stopped, and looked back towards you.

“i would invest in some pepper spray. or a knife.” and with that, he was gone.

you took his advice, and from then on you didn’t go anywhere without either. luckily, you haven’t had to use them, yet. it’s been many months. maybe half a year. as the presence of the batman grew, the crime was steadily going down. you’ve never felt safer in gotham before, you’ve only had to deal with the occasional cat call. for bruce, he was seeing you many times a week as he secretly watched over you, but you still hadn’t seen him since that night. you found yourself almost wanting to come across a criminal, for someone to try to snatch your bag from your hands, because you wanted to see him again. you wanted him to come down to save the day so you could look into his eyes and hear his voice again. you didn’t want to admit that you missed him, even if you’ve only had 2 sparing moments together. you needed to see him again, or you were afraid you’d forget what he sounded like, and the little details on his suit, and the icy blue color his eyes were.

more months pass. it had been over a year now. when you thought of the batman, you hardly thought of the batman you met that night anymore. it had been so long, he was almost merely a tv character to you. he was whatever the news said he was. on some nights, you found yourself longing to meet him again. you’d sit up late, scanning the rooftops and alleyways, but you told yourself he wasn’t who you thought he was. you didn’t know him, or his intentions. he was a vigilante. that’s at least what the news made him out to be. it was getting harder and harder to see him as the man you encountered on those cold nights.

it was a january night, and the wind was blowing fiercely against your red cheeks as you made your walk back to your apartment. you made a mental note to ask your boss again to give you less night shifts. you knew it wouldn’t do any good though, nobody wanted the closing shift. the cold that was biting through you was urging you to take the shortcut back to your home. you looked wearily down the dark alleyway as you considered your options. it was really cold… and the city is safe now, right? you make your way into the ally.

halfway through your trudge had you regretting your decision. you felt like you were being watched. closer than you usually did. what you didn’t know, is that you were. bruce had spent a ridiculous amount of time mulling over if he should speak to you again. he tried to forget you, he really did. he told himself you were only a random civilian he had encountered twice, just like everyone else. but you weren’t like everyone else. he couldn’t get you out of his head no matter how hard he tried. tonight, on impulse he decided now was the time. quickly he scaled the wall down to the ground on the other side of the alley. his breaths were shaky as he waited for you to get closer. he seemed to misjudge the distance you were at, because when he stepped into view, you nearly ran into him. you didn’t think, all you knew was you screamed, and your pocket knife was in the side of who you thought was a burglar. the string of curses that left the ‘burglars’ mouth, alerted you to who it really was. you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“fuck” you watched as the batman gingerly held his side, your knife was still sticking out of him.

“holy shit! i am so sorry! i… should i call an ambulance? please don’t die!” you held your hands out in horror as you stared wide eyed at him.

“no… no ambulance.” you swore you saw a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“follow me, i- i have stuff to stitch you up at home” you stuttered through your words and quickly led him to your apartment which was only a few minute walk now. bruce followed, his mind bouncing between the pain in his abdomen and the fact that he was being lead to your apartment. he felt like a teenager with a crush. your apartment was small, a one bedroom, but it was adorned with your personality. posters and plants hung from the walls and ceilings, and there were books strewn about and filling the various shelves. bruce took a second to look around as you frantically grabbed things you’d need.

“okay, umm… sit here.” he sat down on the kitchen chair and watched as you thought through how you’d go about this. neither of you had dealt with something like this. whenever bruce was hurt, which was usually minor, he had alfred to stitch him up, but he couldn’t pass up this opportunity with you.

“i’m sorry about your suit” you say in advance, before grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting through it. bruce made a mental note to use much stronger fabric for his next suit. once his torso was exposed, you grabbed hold of the knife. you splay your other hand out on his stomach as if to brace for the pull, and bruce had to force himself to focus on the pain instead of your touch.

“okay…. one…… two…..” you pull the knife out in a swift movement. bruce stifles a whimper, blood was now gushing from the wound.

“at least you know it works” bruce attempts a joke and points at your pocket knife. his voice was strained and you were to focused to let out more than a snort. you press down on the wound with a cloth and wait for the bleeding to slow.

“i hope i’m doing this right… i mean you, you’ve been stabbed before i’m sure right? you know what to do?” you look at him desperately for advice, the guilt was prominent on your features. this is not how you wanted to meet. the thing was, bruce had only been stabbed once, in the arm. he had gotten used to bruises and cuts and fractured bones, but never a stab wound like this.

“no…. this is a first for me” another smile crosses his features as he attempts to lighten the mood. you couldn’t help but smile back. how often to you see the batman smile?

“glad i could do the honors”

once the bleeding was slowed, you cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol, earning a hiss of pain from the man. after everything was sterilized, you began to stitch him up to the best of your ability.

“is this… good?” you question yourself wearily as you observe the stitching you had learned 5 minutes ago on a youtube video.

“it’s great. thank you. and sorry for scaring you.”

“no, i’m sorry for stabbing you. what were you doing there anyways?” you think back to him stepping out in front of you so suddenly.

“just a coincidence” he responds quickly and looks down at his hands.

“seems we have a habit of running into each other, huh?” you smile, and he smiles back before standing up and heading for the door.

“where are you going? you don’t have to go so soon”

“i have to get back. i’m sorry” bruce already had your door halfway open. in reality, he couldn’t bear being around you like this. he realized how deeply he was beginning to fall in love with you by every second he spent with you. he was afraid. he’s never experienced something like this.

“when will i see you again?”

the batman didn’t respond as he closed the door behind him and disappeared into the night.

you thought that was the last you’d see of him. why was he standing at the end of the alleyway? was he there to see you? who was he? questions ran through your head like clockwork, but one thought stayed consistent.

you blew it.

he was obviously not happy about you stabbing him, and that’s why he left in such a hurry. that’s why you haven’t seen him again. six months later, you decided you needed to get out of gotham. stories of the batman filled your head every day, weather on tv or in the papers or from your work buddies, you couldn’t escape him.

on your final night in your apartment before you were to move back to your home town, there was a knock on your window. you nearly jumped out of your skin as you checked the time. 3AM. cautiously, you turned, although you had a feeling you knew who it was. you locked eyes with him as he stood outside your window on the fire escape, rain pattered and trickled down his suit that was seriously updated since last time you’d seen him. your pocket knife would break on it before his suit did. you slid out of bed and opened the window almost eagerly. you were filled with excitement, and frustration.

“what are you doing here? i thought you didn’t want to see me anymore. since i stabbed you… and all….” you stepped aside so he could hop into your apartment. rainwater dripped off his suit and began to create a puddle on the floor. the batman didn’t seem to hear you as he looked around your once decorated apartment, that was now strewn about with boxes. you seemed to read his thoughts as his brows furrowed with confusion.

“i’m moving out of the city. it’s… it’s too much for me.” his head snapped towards you as you said these words, and you saw a type of desperation in his icy eyes that you’d not seen before. you were taken back. finally, he spoke.

“move in with me.”

“what?”

“you can move in with me.”

“i-i couldn’t…”

“you’d be safe. you wouldn’t have to work 6 days a week anymore. you wouldn’t have to worry.” you wondered how he knew how many days you worked.

“i don’t even know who you are, or where you live. i don’t know, i’d only be in the way. i have plans to move back to my home town.”

“you do. you know who i am.”

your brows furrowed, and with that, the batman lifted his helmet. it felt like you were cemented in place. you could only stare at his face and wonder, how hadn’t i noticed this before?

for a while, no one spoke. the two of you stood, observing each other, taking in your features. bruce felt naked, standing before you like this. soaking wet, black eyeshadow surrounding his eyes. it felt like the two of you were meeting for the first time. really seeing each other for who you really were. you were in your night clothes, shorts that were too short for you to wear in public and a t-shirt that was too big. the cold wind that now blew from your open window ran a shiver down your spine.

“please” bruce’s voice was smaller than he expected. desperate. “move in with me” this felt like a life or death moment for him. he felt like if it wasn’t you, it wouldn’t be anybody. he of course wouldn’t force you to move in with him. he would let you walk away, never to meet again. he would let you punch him in the face. he would let you stab him over and over again. if that’s what you wanted. he realized that he’d die for you. despite his doubt, he felt it. he felt the electricity between you both, and he knew you did too.

something changed when he took his helmet off before you. you realized the connection, you realized he wanted this just as bad as you did. you realized it wasn’t just you. wordlessly, you nodded.

wayne manor was incredibly large. larger than tv made it out to be. alfred greeted you with a friendly smile, and upon touring the place around, you realized theywere the only two actually living in it.

“any room you want, it’s yours”

you felt like a little kid as you went inside the bedrooms that were larger than your entire apartment. eventually, you decided on a room at the other end of the ridiculously long hall from bruce’s. he leaned against the door frame and watched as you ran a hand along the beautiful furniture and took in the view from your window.

“hey, i haven’t gotten your name” bruce suddenly realized. his cheeks were painted red at the sound of your laugh. you still couldn’t process what was going on. you found it funny that you only just now were getting the chance to tell him your name.

“oh right, that might be useful. i’m Y/N”

“Y/N” the way your name rolled off his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. “it’s beautiful”

you look down to hide your smile as you utter a thank you, busying yourself with opening your suitcase and beginning to unpack.

you settled into wayne manor much easier than expected. it took a little while, but you and bruce got on well. one night while bruce was out and you were helping alfred tidy the kitchen, he gave you his insight.

“never in my entire life have i seen bruce be so sweet on someone. never. you’re special to him, Y/N.”

more months flew by in what seemed like the blink of an eye. bruce was completely enamored with you. on one night in particular, bruce came home injured. he threw you a pained smile as he stumbled through the door holding his side.

“jesus!” you stand up and place your hands on his shoulders, giving him a once over. “what happened?”

“just- just a gang of kids. im okay, alfred’s got it” he waves off your concern and pulls his helmet off hastily.

“looks like more than just a gang of kids to me. let me get it, let alfred rest.” you look him in the eyes, and he couldn’t say no. he tried to avoid you when he was injured like this, he never wanted you to worry.

once in the bathroom, he watched with dull amusement as you rushed around the bathroom. you’d think he’d have his own little hospital in here with the amount he gets hurt. bruce was pulling his armor off carefully.

“just like old times, huh?” you smile wearily as you inspect his wounds. he had another stab wound just above the scar where you had stabbed him that night. you lift up his discarded armor and inspect the ripped hole in it.

“hm. gaps in the armor”

“what?” he looks at you with confusion.

“no wonder this wound is so bad. gaps in the armor!” you stick your finger through the hole in his suit and bruce rolls his eyes with feigned annoyance.

“you gonna let me bleed out or what?” he takes his bloody gloved hand and wipes it on your shirt, leaving a bloody handprint.

“oh! come on! i like this shirt!” bruce was giving you a playful smile, and you had to suppress yours as you kneel down to stitch him up.

“i’ll buy you a new one”

once you stitched the wound on his side, you took a rag and carefully wiped the makeup and blood from his face. he closed his eyes and let you do so. you found him leaning into your touch as you pushed his hair back and tilted his head towards you. once his face was clean and you assessed he didn’t have any head damage, you broke the comfortable silence.

“could you hop in the shower? i cant tell what blood is yours and what isn’t. and you smell like sweat.” you poke at his shoulder, and bruce reluctantly agrees.

“alfred dosent make me shower” he pouts, turning the faucet. water spurts from it and quickly fills the room with steam.

“well, i’m not alfred” you cross your arms sternly and begin to head towards the door. “i’ll be outside when you’re done to double check those wounds.”

“wait” bruce’s voice stops you in your tracks “could you stay? it’s nice. having someone to talk to, i mean.” his voice was quiet and it reminded you of the night he asked you to live with him.

you sat on the toilet seat and make casual conversation as he washed the sweat and grime off of his body.

when bruce was turned away from you, you would observe his back. the way scars full of bad memories adorned it and the way his muscles flexed as he moved. you had to force yourself to train your gaze on the ground until he was done and wrapped in a towel. you checked him for any more injuries, and upon finding nothing more than bruises decided your work here was done.

“okay, you seem alright. just that stab wound and a few bruises. i think you should really fix those gaps in your armor.” you elbow him teasingly and he flicks your forhead in response.

once he was dressed, he met you in the kitchen. “hey,” his voice alerted you of his presence, you finish your glass of juice and turn fully towards him “wanna help design my suits?” by the look on your face, bruce could tell you were shocked.

“i need someone else’s input. what about the gaps in the armor, you know?”

the two of you didn’t sleep that night. instead, you spent your time drawing out suit ideas on a large piece of paper. you realized very quickly how much you enjoyed doing so, and bruce realized how good you were at it.

“see, this way you still have full mobility, but these areas are completely armored.” you point at the paper with your pencil and bruce nods along in awe. how had he not thought of these ideas before?

you were on your stomachs, elbow touching as you observed the new suit plans. bruce turns his head towards you.

“you’re really smart, you know that?”

his sincerity caught your attention and you turned to meet his gaze as well. your face flushed at the closeness and you found it hard to keep eye contact.

“not as smart as you” you knock your shoulder into his and smile. you could tell bruce was thinking about something. he looked at you for a long while, before pulling his head back towards the papers. you tried your best to ignore the tension as you drew onto the paper.

alfred found the two of you sprawled out on the floor in the batcave the next day, fast asleep on top of your blueprints.

“perfect for each other” alfred smiles to himself, and leaves the two of you to your slumber. for a while, you both spend your nights this way, in the batcave, passing out on the floor after hours of talking about suit designs or random topics that came to mind. slowly but surely, you were finding it harder and harder to fall asleep on your own.

one night, you were half asleep, but the sound of mumbling encouraged you to sit up and blink the grogginess away. you recognized it as bruce’s voice echoing down the long hallway, and he sounded afraid. your feet hit the cold floor and you slowly tiptoed your way into the hallway and over to his door. you pressed your ear against it, and realized he was dreaming, mumbling incoherently. slowly, you push the door open and peer inside. whimpers we’re escaping his lips as he tossed and turned in the bed.

“bruce?” you whispered his name, but he didn’t wake. you stepped to the side of his bed and poked his shoulder lightly. you’d never heard bruce talk in his sleep before. he still didn’t wake.

“no…. no please” you couldn’t barely make it out as the words escaped his lips, his brows were furrowed and you swear you saw the gleam of a tear on his cheek. finally, you placed your hand on his shoulder and shook until he woke up. he came to with a gasp, sitting up sharply and sliding away from you. he looked like a scared animal, scanning the room frantically and taking heavy breaths.

“bruce it’s okay! it’s me, it’s Y/N. you’re safe” you hold your hands up in defense, afraid that if you touched him he would jump back again. finally, he snapped out of it. he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his black hair.

“fuck” was the only thing he said as he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest unconsciously.

“nightmare?” bruce nods in response and watches as you sit across from him on the ridiculously large bed. you match his position and rest your chin on your knees, peering over at him. when the moonlight hit his face, you saw the tears welling up in his eyes. the expression he had was something you’d never seen before on him. you realized he was being completely vulnerable with you. you didn’t say anything, instead deciding to take his large hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. a tear escapes his eye, you move to sit besides him and lean in to wipe it from his cheek before it can make it any further. bruce was looking deeply into you. he seemed far away in thought. you look back and decide not to lean away just yet.

“Y/N…” his voice was raspy and he maneuvered his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. you didn’t say anything else. instead, you closed the gap and pressed your lips against his. you couldn’t wait any longer. there wasn’t any hesitation. he was on you in a second, his lips and movements were desperate, and you were shocked to discover someone like him did not have much kissing experience.

in retrospect, this should have happened a while ago. tension was built over months and months of tiptoeing around one another. this deep want, deep need, came out in an explosion. your hands were in his hair and he had a death grip on your hips. he was afraid if he let go, you would disappear. you almost didn’t notice the way he pushed you down on the bed and crawled on top of you because of how entranced you were in the kiss. he pushes you down into the bed with a roughness you weren’t expecting. he interlocks his other hand with yours as well, and he holds them besides your head as he continued his attack on your lips. then you noticed, he was saying something. whispering it against your lips.

“please…. i… i need you. don’t leave me, please” his voice was shaking as he removed his hands from yours, now cradling your face. he was holding you like you would die tomorrow. “i don’t have anyone else.” you felt the sensation of one of his tears dropping onto your cheek. your brows furrow as you place your hands on top of his. your lips were brushing together ever so slightly as you spoke.

“bruce. never in a million years would i dream of leaving you. i love you.” he presses his forehead against yours and breathes deeply with seemingly relief. bruce slides down your body until he can rest his head on your chest. his large arms wrap around your frame and you almost don’t hear him when he says it.

“i love you too, Y/N.”

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 11 months

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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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anitalenia · 9 months

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ₊˚⊹♡

⋆˙⟡♡ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑦. ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛… 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: how he acted 𓂃⊹ the beginning of how it started. a part detailing how Batman initially treated you and handled the relationship.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: how it happened 𓂃⊹ how Batman fell in love with you and all the things that happened leading up to it. all the signs and actions that made him love you.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙: how it was 𓂃⊹ how Batman handled the reality of being in love with you and all the things he did to try and hide from it. better yet, his confession.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: how it all fell together 𓂃⊹ yours and Bruce’s relationship and how he was with you. some relationship headcanons for fun.

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ battinson x fem!reader

⋆˙⟡♡ CONTENT INCLUDES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ mentions of sex, mentions of fighting and threatening, rough kissing, mentions of sad!Bruce / undertones of depression, mentions of alcohol & insomnia, bad words, sweet kisses, tears, hair pulling, love confessions, not really a whole lot of sexiness just headcanons mostly

⋆˙⟡♡ WARNINGS ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ mature content, emotionally tortured Bruce Wayne, maybe not my best story telling :(, mentions of blood and fighting cuz this is Batman, alcoholism

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ thanks to @diavolosbaby for requesting this!! Hope you enjoy and it lives up to your standards 🩷

OTHER LINKS ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ He told you what this was before he even started it. Told you this was strictly business, no feelings involved; you knew who he was during a chance encounter and you were the only one he could really come to after that. It was simple, straight forward; you needed his dick and he needed your pussy.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: how he acted 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce came to you a lot, which was a little odd compared to how you perceived him to be. You thought he was a very busy man, always fighting crime or hiding away in his mansion, always too busy to bother with someone as unimportant as you. But no, you couldn’t have been more wrong. He was there at least three times a week, standing by your window in that black suit of his with his cape blowing with the wind, waiting for you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always quiet, head filled with whatever torturous pain lingered in the shadows of his mind, brimming with the secrets he never told you and you never asked for. He never spoke, unless it was a command spoken in a gentle gruffness. He never smiled, tried not to grunt or make too much noise, but some nights he couldn’t contain himself and the sounds just escaped him. Those were the nights he was particularly frustrated.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never let you take off his mask at first, he’d leave it on and you were left grasping at leather and air. He didn’t like affection, having you touch his scars and his body, it was too vulnerable, too intimate, for his liking. So, naturally, he didn’t stay to cuddle afterwards. The business was over, your job was done, he’d slip out the window as you’d bask in the aftershocks.

⋆˙⟡♡ His heart was cold but his body was warm, always warm. He was like a furnace when he’d be flat against you, fucking into you with his head in your neck and his hands gripping your jaw, your waist, your thighs. You’d always get so hot, craving his warmth like a bug to a bonfire.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never bothered to ask you anything about yourself, but you had a suspicion he had to have done some research on you during those long lonely days in the darkness of his home. He was too cautious not to, too curious. And he did. He found out everything about you but didn’t share a single detail about himself. He was Bruce Wayne, rich son whose parents died by day, and then Batman, vengeance personified by night. That’s all you needed to know.

⋆˙⟡♡ Batman only came to you in the middle of the night, sometimes bloody and beaten, your fingers running over tender bruises that would make him grimace. A part of him liked the pain, figured he deserved it. Sometimes you worried for him on the nights he was particularly beaten up, but he didn’t give you time to ask questions before he was shoving you against your dresser and pressing himself against you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t like being in the light, being too seen. He liked it with all the lights off, your room glowing with the dim light of the moon and the streetlights, your face pressed into his neck or shoved into a pillow so you couldn’t look at him.

⋆˙⟡♡ In the beginning, he liked it when you just submitted to him; he mostly cared about his own pleasure at first as he told you what this was, why he was doing this. That didn’t stop him from making sure you came at least once though. He couldn’t help it, didn’t want you to feel completely used.

⋆˙⟡♡ You noticed he always had this way about him when he touched you, almost like he yearned to hold you closer but knew he shouldn’t. His hands were rough, long fingers and hot palms, lingering on your skin before he’d move them away, never touching one place too long before he’d move on. It was almost a tease.

⋆˙⟡♡ He spied on you, a lot actually, would watch you from his spot on a roof top, stare at you through your big office window. He didn’t know why, just bored and curious, he always told himself. He’d see you stress yourself out, fill out paper after paper while your boss did nothing but throw more at you. You took it anyway and Bruce was confused by why. But he never asked, didn’t want to make a connection with you and risk losing you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He remembered sneaking into your house, waiting for you, but you were late coming home from work and he wasn’t sure if he should leave or not. He felt wrong about it, but he looked through your photos and your notebooks, saw a glimpse into your real life outside of him and work and he quickly put everything back the way it was and left. He didn’t want to see, he didn’t want to see you as anything different than what he already did.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would lie to Alfred about where he was going at night, why he would be so late coming home. But Alfred knew he was lying, he wasn’t sure about what exactly, but Alfred knew Bruce would come to him in time.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce tried hard to keep his and yours personal lives outside of your mutual situation, he really did. He didn’t want to know you, hear you talk about your problems and your dreams and fears and learn what made you you, from your own words. He was alone and knew he was meant to be alone, planned on being alone forever. Being with him would only put you in danger, a bigger target on his back he didn’t need. It was for your own protection, for the sake of both your lives and both your hearts.

⋆˙⟡♡ He vowed to himself to keep it that way, strictly professional, a hobby almost. He really didn’t plan to fall in love, he really really didn’t…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Your living room was dark when you came home from work, later than usual because of your infuriating boss; he was lazy, relied on his employees to do his work while he sat in his office and ate his donuts. You hated him, loathed him, absolutely couldn’t stand him, but you understood he was just another obstacle, a milestone you needed to get through before you reached where you needed to be. So, you didn’t make a fuss, you didn’t complain, didn’t speak up. You did what you were supposed to as you were supposed to do it, just another hamster circling the wheel of business over and over until you finally got the balls to break the cycle.

Unfortunately, your ambition was almost too much for you sometimes, tonight was evidence enough.

You set your keys in the ceramic bowl by the door with a tired sigh, soft rain pattering on your windows, furniture lit up with a dim orange glow from the street lamps outside. All twisting shadows and rain drops. Your nose tickled with the scent of vanilla bean and raspberry, remembering the candle you had forgotten to blow out before you left. Oops.

Your hair was damp, gray suit littered in dark spots from the rain outside. Your limbs were sore and heavy, eyes burning and fluttering for a semblance of rest. Your heels were sore from the heels you’ve been prancing around in all day, your whole body exhausted in general. This was normal for you though, you always came home lagged and tired. You regretted being such a hard worker, but knew it would ultimately pay off in the future.

You walked to your bedroom, your heels clacking on the floor unevenly, dragging on the wooden boards as you navigated your way through the darkness. You held your purse loosely in your left hand, a shiver crawling up your spine as an unexpected gust of coolness swept up your legs and down your neck.

Your foot stuttered, lingering by the doorway in your bedroom as the rain seemed louder, less dull, wind whistling your black bed sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows at that, knowing you left your window closed before you left. Your eyes strained to see anything in the darkness as panic blared in your chest like a fire alarm, trying to make out any figure in the shadows of your room. You slowly crept forward, preparing for the worst, your exhaustion melting into hot fear that made your bones go stiff.

You swallowed, eyes immediately going to the open window to see the empty street below, the sound of a car alarm in the distance overpowering the rain that seemed to just pound harder. Your window was wide open, sheer purple curtains flapping from the breeze like a set of violet wings. Your eyes narrowed at that, hearing nothing but buzzing silence ringing in your ears. Then, it just hit you.

You couldn’t describe it exactly, but you felt a sensation of calmness wash over you as you let out a hefty breath, fear gradually melting away as your body relaxed and hands unclenched. It was like your body knew it wasn’t in any real danger, that there was nothing lurking in the shadows besides what was supposed to be. This was all too familiar to you; a setting you’ve come home to many times before. The open window, the darkness, the buzzing calm.

You felt excitement spark through you in recognition as you felt your neck tingle, a barely there whisper of a breath wash over your neck and tickle your hair.

You felt a smile quirk on your lips, turning around slowly, sucking in a sharp breath when you were met with the large bulking figure of the man in black standing just an inch away from you, a shadow hiding in shadow as he stared down at you with those black soulless eyes. He was big, a thing you liked about him, dirt encrusted on his suit and so out of place in the cozy warmth of your home. He was big and bulky, comically large for your small bedroom.

You looked back up at him, your purse dropping to the floor as instinctual arousal flooded your belly at just the mere sight of him. You couldn’t help it, your body knew what he was capable of and yearned for it. Your throat became dry, you swallowed once more as his eyes, those dark blue gems of his, looked over your face with a certain pained look in them, calculating and tortured, covered in black face paint that hid the beauty of his raw skin.

His pink lips were set in a firm frown, a faint scratch on his chin, breaths slow and even, calm. That damned mask of his covered his face, the fluffiness of his brown hair you seldom ever felt run through your finger tips. He always wore this expression, always so serious and somber like he was going through a dreadful ordeal every second he continued to live. You were always curious as to why, but knew he’d never answer, nor appreciate your nosiness.

You let your thoughts drift off, looking back up at him with a false confidence.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight…” You mumbled quietly, losing any conviction in your voice as he took a small step forward, closer to you, his heavy boot thudding on your floor. You took a small step back, crumbling under him way too easily, as always. He always loved to completely invade your space, but never let you do the same to him.

You looked up at him, he looked down at you, breaths mingling together as a dark look washed over his oceanic eyes, his strong jaw clenching as he ran his eyes over your face like this was the first time he’d ever seen you. You felt your thighs tighten at the look in them, at the way he looked at you.

You were being honest though, you didn’t expect him tonight. You had seen him two nights ago, expecting not to see him for another few weeks at least.

“Shhh…” He shushed you gently, voice gravelly but gentle, tired but awake, undertones of desire.

He leaned down towards you and you found yourself holding your own arms back from wrapping around him and taking him already, just as he always took you. His gloved hands reached for the edge of the dresser behind you, trapping you between his strong arms and chest, completely invading your senses as your eyes looked into his, almost begging. His cape flowed down his shoulders and shrouded around you both until all you could see was black, the heady smell of smoke and rain tickling your nose, captivating.

He pressed himself against you, a brick wall, the mahogany’s edge digging into your lower back as your breath stuttered. You found yourself looking at his lips, his nose, his eyes, his closeness overwhelming you as you couldn’t figure out where to look, your skin feeling hot and stuffy, the confidence you had previously now a pile on the floor as your stomach twisted.

You could see the rain on his black suit, dripping down all his gear and heavy armor he wore and down to his waist, some falling to the floor in soft drips. You licked your lips, minding the mess, feeling lightheaded and fluttery as you looked back up at him with sparkling eyes.

He cocked his head at you, dark eyes running over your lips before looking back into your own, “Take your hair down.”

He always used such a gentle, tired voice, like he didn’t want to scare you and he could never find enough sleep, but the demand was obvious in his tone, eyes dark and predatory as they stared down at you intently. He didn’t need anymore command, knowing you’d do as he said just like you always did.

You didn’t dare disobey, sensing his need sizzling in the air just as strong as your shared want. You managed eye contact as you brought a hand up to the back of your head, taking out the black hair clip holding your hair together, the rain pattering on your roof almost too loud in your ears. He stared as your hair fell down your shoulders, cascading down your back in silky waves and framing your face. You swallowed, feeling the need to clear your throat as you put a hand through your hair and brushed it over your shoulder.

You saw his eyes run over your hair, the way it fell around your cheeks, his jaw clenching once more. He brought a hand up, big and heavy, running your locks through his fingers, imagining the softness of it as the sweet smell of apricot and citrus filled his nose, the signature flavor of your favorite shampoo.

You sighed at the pleasurable sensation on your scalp, head titling back as your eyes drooped, your hair clip falling to the ground noisily as you brought your hands up and grabbed his forearms. You might’ve been a little dramatic at just a few touches, but you were so needy, needy for this dangerous man you knew absolutely nothing about besides the obvious. He was a stranger in a suit, a stranger to you, but he somehow knew how to touch you better than any man you’ve ever been with.

He took note of your reaction, his own body twitching to touch you as he noticed the look in your eyes. He felt an intense need spark through him, his hand grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. He remained calm looking, but his eyes gave it all away.

Your head was yanked back, a pleasurable gasp leaving your lips as you squeezed his arms, looking up at him with your lips parted and breaths heavy. Your head stung, hair being pulled on in just the right way that had a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs, your body buzzing alive with feeling.

Bruce looked down at you, pressing the broadness of himself against you even harder, your breasts smushed against his suit, completely at his mercy. He looked down at you with an unraveled look in his eyes as he tilted your head up towards him.

He kissed you then, rough and hot, groaning into your mouth as his tongue played with yours, teeth clashing and breaths hot against each other. You couldn’t help but moan against him as he finally granted you what you’ve been wanting for so long now, scalp burning from his hold on your hair as your hands flew up and gripped at the leather of his mask, arms wrapped around his neck.

He was forceful and rough, his other hand crawling around your waist and lifting you off the ground with such ease it almost caught you off guard. You gasped into his mouth, his hand tightening on the hold in your hair as you grimaced at the pain.

You didn’t break the kiss, stuck on him as your heels fell off your feet and hit the floor. In two big strides you were suddenly lied flat on your bouncy mattress with Batman himself between your thighs, still holding your waist and head against him as he kissed you fervently.

Your skirt slid down around your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, pressing him harder into you as all you wanted was him, him everywhere and him all over you. You moaned against him, helpless and desperate, as the ridges in his suit dug into your stomach, his lips movingly hotly against yours as he grunted against you. His cape flowed around you, thick and smooth, trapping you underneath until all you could see was blackness, unable to discern the space between his body and yours.

You knew this was going to be quick; he was too rough, too impatient and needy. It must’ve been a bad night for him, but you didn’t pry no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much the questions bubbled in your throat and ached in your chest you knew you were in no place to ask. A part of you liked it that way, liked that this was strictly this. You liked that you didn’t have to answer to him, that you weren’t bound to him and he wasn’t to you. It was just simple, secrecy for a night of shameless lust-filled sex in return.

You both got what you wanted and that was enough. You appreciated that he didn’t go beyond that just as you didn’t. Outside of this room he was Batman, a dangerous vigilante some trusted and some hated, he was Bruce Wayne, an orphan child with more money and pain than he needed. But in the shadow of your bedroom, under the covers with you, there was no identity, no obligation, just two strangers seeking each other out in search of the one thing they both wanted, blessed with none of the other drama that followed a relationship.

With Bruce on top of you in this very moment, his hands gripping your body for no reason other than pleasure, you knew he would be gone before the night was over, and you’d be alone in your bed with bite marks and handprints on your skin to serve as a reminder of the man who gave them to you. You knew he would silently leave, slip away when he thought you were sleeping, you knew he wouldn’t talk or tell you any of his problems. He’d give you what you wanted and then slip into the shadows… you had to admit, It was the most perfect arrangement.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: how it happened 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Batman didn’t plan on ever falling in love with you, but when he did, it had happened after a couple of months of doing what he did with you. But before he did, things had been going so well. You never intervened in his life and he never intervened in yours. Just as he expected, just as he preferred. It had been perfect, but somewhere along the way he had gotten too involved, started to trust you without even realizing it.

⋆˙⟡♡ At first, it started with him staying in your bed longer than he used to. You didn’t argue, comfortable with the heat his body gave you in the coldness of the night. He found himself dozing off after you would, your fluffy blanket soft on his skin and the mattress like a cloud for his broken body. He’d always be gone before you woke up though. You didn’t want to say anything about his little sleepovers, scared you’ll frighten him and he’ll stop. So you let him do as he pleased, enjoying his company albeit his silence.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never cuddled with you though, ever (don’t worry, he lets that slip too). Always stiff like a board on his side of the bed, expression crumbled with pain and peace. Sometimes he’d flinch, nightmares you never questioned him about but always noticed. Still, he’d wake up after about an hour, slip out your window, but not before giving you one last look, seeing how the moon shined down on your soft skin…

⋆˙⟡♡ Then, it was following you home after work, making sure you got home safe on those dark nights where it seemed like every shadow was following you. He’d be on the rooftops, claiming he was just curious and bored, cape flapping in the wind, when in reality he just needed to make sure you got home safely.

⋆˙⟡♡ You didn’t know, but he was watching you much more than you’d ever suspect. He watched your home on the nights Gotham was quiet, his body knowing you were so close but oh so far. He thought about you when he wasn’t thinking about you, thought about the routine he had found in you, the unfamiliar closeness, the comfort he had found between your body and your bed sheets.

⋆˙⟡♡ He started kissing you more, flinching less when your fingers would graze his back. He let you look at him, look deep into his eyes when he was inside you, have your hands touching his face and his back without the security of his suit to hide him. You loved when he did that, feeling him under your hands, skin to skin as it should be.

⋆˙⟡♡ He let you see his scars in the light, didn’t care when he took off his suit and your bathroom light was on, shining down on his body and the sculpted muscle of it. He had learned you wouldn’t judge him, but he was still hesitant, suffering inside when he looked down at the floor as you gazed at him in awe… you thought he was so beautiful.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would watch you when you worked, watch as your boss would storm in and demand more from you. Bruce didn’t like that, would clench his fist and grind his teeth when you’d get scolded like a child, told to work harder when all you did was work. He’d have to control himself when your boss would walk past him on his way home every night.

⋆˙⟡♡ He started conversing with you more, holding you against his chest when you two were done. He’d ask you profound questions as you two stared up at the ceiling, you’d tell him your answer. He didn’t talk a lot, just liked to listen. It would be intimate, almost romantic. He’d listen to what you’d have to say and he’d learn, learn more about who you were, where you came from, and he’d find himself not wanting to leave, a dull ache in his chest every time you’d fall asleep and he’d have to slip out your fire escape.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never admitted it to himself, but he started to look forward to seeing you, found comfort in your small bedroom and the absence of life’s problems that came with it. He started to enjoy the smell of vanilla bean and raspberry from those candles you always forgot to blow out before work. He started to pick up on your little quirks.

⋆˙⟡♡ While gradually falling in love with you, Bruce would deny, deny, deny. He acknowledged that he was starting to feel things he didn’t want to, and he’d be incredibly disturbed and moody, more than usual. Alfred would even be a little peeved with him.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce would find himself asking you how work was. He would be concerned about the bags under your eyes and the wrinkles in your clothes, not outright concerned but he couldn’t stop himself from asking. He wanted to hear your voice.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would be very hesitant around you, scared he was doing too much when he’d touch you now. It wasn’t like before, when he would just grab and control. Now he was really touching you, trying to feel you, every dip and curve of your skin under his fingertips.

⋆˙⟡♡ He had gotten way too comfortable with you now, even he knew that. He relied on you and the comfort you gave, a feeling he’d been without for so long. He was like a cold soul lost in the woods, searching for something, anything, hollow, a warm body to bring him back. He found that with you, and he didn’t even realize it until he started to feel pain when he wasn’t around you, a pain in his chest like a knife was stabbing into his heart. He missed you but he didn’t want to…

⋆˙⟡♡ He stared at your face a lot, too intensely for your liking, thoughts behind those dark eyes of his he’d never tell you about if you confronted him about it. He just liked to look at you, watch you giggle and smile. He’d do it without realizing how intimidated it made you feel, how you’d have to blush and look away, pretend you didn’t notice. He just liked to look at you, soak in your expressions before he’d leave again.

⋆˙⟡♡ The signs were all there when you thought about it. The lingering touches, the admiring stares, the countless nights he’d watch over you. He felt like a creep, following you around so much, but he couldn’t help it. You were a pleasant distraction and he was a fool, easily succumbing to those feelings he had for you without even knowing it. They had been growing inside of him like a blooming vine… they started out small but grew into so much more, and he ignored it, until he just couldn’t take it anymore…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It was a quiet night in September, it had been raining for days and the coolness of autumn had just started to blow into the city. The trees danced with orange and red leaves, strewn all over the road and sidewalks, getting stuck under peoples rain boots and car tires. Your window was cracked, letting a cool breeze into your room that made you shiver, the savory smell of someone’s cooking wafting into your noses from the apartments across the way. You looked at your tv, black screen shut off but reflecting the blurred forms of your mingled bodies on your bed, arm outstretched on Bruce’s stomach, head lying on his chest. You could hear his heart, slow and calm just as he always was, pumping in your ear and lulling you to sleep.

You wanted to stay awake though, listening to the sounds of cars driving in rain puddles and horns honking, the occasional laughter of a passerby. A candle was lit on your dresser across the room, with the faint scent of vanilla bean and raspberry in the air just as Bruce liked. Your legs were a little sore, thighs tender from where Bruce had gripped them so hard, lips puffy from where Bruce had kissed them so much. You felt satisfied, pleasant even, comforted by his presence, the knowledge of his identity absent in your mind as you didn’t register him as a millionaire, or as a crime fighting vigilante, you never really did.

He was neither of those things to you. He was… he was Bruce, just Bruce, your Bruce. Not Bruce Wayne or Batman, and that was enough for you. You took him as he is not as he was, never questioned him about his parents or how Batman was even created. He appreciated that, didn’t like answering questions about himself he wasn’t comfortable with. He was comfortable with silence, but he didn’t mind hearing you.

He was awake too, didn’t want to fall asleep before you, something in his mind telling him he should leave already, not sink into the mattress any further and let himself relish in your warmth. He had responsibilities, duties, people he needed to save and crime he needed to stop. It was Gotham, something was always wrong and someone always needed help. But he couldn’t think about any of that stuff around you, his thoughts always either empty or crowded with your smile.

His suit was a mess on the floor, scrambled just like his mind, bat mask clear as day in his vision, lit up in a red glimmer from the light outside. It stared at him with its blank eyes, watching, the buzzing of a neon light loud in his ears. It’s like it was mocking him, patronizing him. He frowned at it, turning his head slightly away from it, like it was a reminder of what his true purpose was, where he should really be this late other than here in your arms. He knew he should go, felt his arm twitch like he was about to get up and unwind from you.

“Don’t you have somewhere you should be? Or are you gonna stay?” You mumbled sleepily, voice so quiet and sweet he almost didn’t hear it.

His eyes drifted to you, rubbing his fingertips on your rib cage and savoring the feeling of your smooth skin underneath him, against him. You were so unblemished, unlike him. A few scratches and scars here and there that held stories and memories, none like his. His were ridged and pale, covered his skin, they held memories but none of them good. Memories that served as reminders of why this was so wrong, of who he really was and who he needed to get back to once he left these four walls.

He thought about it for a minute, frowning at the ceiling fan.

Did he have somewhere to be? Yes, yes he did. He always had somewhere to be, that was the problem. He couldn’t be everywhere at once, he could be somewhere else, but he was here instead. He was here with you, here with you. He had somewhere to be, could be anywhere else, but he was here. Everyone always expected him to be where they were, expected him to save everyone. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t save everyone and he couldn’t be everywhere they wanted him to be. He was with you but he shouldn’t be. Guilt settled in his gut as he swallowed, hands itching like it was wrong to touch you.

His eyes, dark and somber like storm clouds, especially just as captivating, looked over your frazzled hair like he could see your face, knowing how exhausted you must’ve been from work and sex, how it was so late already and how you’d have to leave so early. Your breathing was slow and even, warm breath brushing over his chest from your parted pink lips, all cues of how you’ve already fallen asleep. He thought about your question, yes, yes he had somewhere he needed to be, he always did.

He didn’t bother speaking, just turned his head back and looked at the ceiling as his arm held you just a little tighter against him, hearing the splash of a car racing through water from somewhere outside.

He’ll stay for a little while.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙: how it was 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ When he realized he was in love with you he left, he left for a long time. He refused to let those feelings blossom into anything more, grow into something more… dangerous. Love was dangerous, he was dangerous. He isolated himself from you, in a worse mood than usual. Alfred had picked up on it, knowing there was more going on than Bruce wanted to say. You couldn’t help the disappointment as the days turned into weeks, weeks of hope being crushed on with every night he wasn’t there.

⋆˙⟡♡ He told himself it was for the best, heartbreak was something you could heal from, death was something you’d never come back from. With his life, you would die. He couldn’t lose anyone else, he couldn’t. He couldn’t subject you to that same fate his parents had.

⋆˙⟡♡ Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you when you’d walk home, still sitting outside your job, your home, watching you from a distance to make sure you’d be alright. He couldn’t sleep if he didn’t.

⋆˙⟡♡ He couldn’t sleep anyway. Eyes a dark purple and the ache in his chest getting so much worse. It was because of you he couldn’t sleep, bed empty and cold without you, mattress hard and firm unlike yours. His nightmares consisted of your death and his inability to save you. He was better off seeing nothing with his eyes open than your blood with his eyes closed.

⋆˙⟡♡ Alfred was concerned. Confronted his Master Bruce during breakfast when Bruce was silent and gloomy. Yes, Alfred knew he would confess eventually, just needed a little shove. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Alfred.”

⋆˙⟡♡ You couldn’t stop thinking about him either… work was slow and long, your thoughts muddled together as you couldn’t stop racking your brain for a reason, any reason, as to why, why he left. Did you do something wrong?

⋆˙⟡♡ You didn’t want to say you missed him, you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. You felt almost stupid, like he had used you and discarded you, but wasn’t that the whole point? You were a mess, confused and feeling a different kind of lonely only a sad heart could bring you. You felt abandoned.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce would hide up in his room and think, read books but not pay attention to the words. Alfred would bring him his tea and advice whenever he could, but it seemed nothing could cheer him up. Bruce felt a different kind of loneliness now than he had his whole life. When his parents died they were taken away from him, he didn’t choose to give them up like he did you. He felt like he had lost yet another person.

⋆˙⟡♡ He really thought about moving on from you, a part of him arguing thats what was best for you. But the thought of fully giving you up to anybody else angered him. You weren’t his but you’d always been in some way, his. He yearned to be near you again, an itch in the back of his mind only you could scratch.

⋆˙⟡♡ He drunk, a lot. Spent his free time as Bruce Wayne drowning in whiskey and scotch, heavy liquor bottles empty and discarded on the floor. He almost felt like crying, but he’d just pass out on his bed, too drunk to crawl under the covers. Sometimes he’d pass out in the common room, leg hanging off the couch and hair unraveled, Alfred cleaning up the mess and putting a blanket over him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He drowned himself in his work to distract from you. He was frustrated, angry, weeks having gone by without you having set him on edge. He was beating petty criminals to a bloody pulp, sending them to Gordon barely conscious. He needed to take his anger out on something, anything. Alfred would just sigh when a bloody Bruce would storm past him, ensuring his suit was cleaned before the next day.

⋆˙⟡♡ It was a late Friday night when Bruce let his anger take control of him. It was some petty thief thinking he’d run off with the bags of cash he’d stolen. Bruce didn’t let him speak, anger taking over him like thick ropes of lava in his blood, anger that had festered in his black heart for weeks, simmering under his skin waiting for the moment it could boil over.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was bloody and dirty when he came to you in a blur of anger and love, adrenaline running through him with a determination boiling in his bones.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It was a dark cloudy night when you saw Bruce standing outside your window; you lay in bed, cozy and under the covers, bathed in the dim golden light of your lamp. You were pretending to read a book you’ve meant to finish with a frown on your face, mind full of memories and the fruitless desire to have it all back. It was a melancholic pain that throbbed under your skin, sharp and persistent like a plant rash, the memory of forgotten things plaguing your mind and wishing it could just all go back to the way it was.

You almost didn’t see him if it wasn’t for the thud on your fire escape; you jumped and the book flew to the floor with a thud. Your eyes widened and you felt a wave of excitement and relief flourish through your veins as you scrambled off your bed. You couldn’t believe it, heart pounding as you rushed over to your window and swung it open like an eager baker opening an oven door. It was a big window, one with a giant view of the street below and the park across the ways, big enough to fit a grown man in a heavy suit.

Your hands were almost frantic, eyes wide in disbelief to just see him standing there in all his glory, back to you like he used to be all those weeks ago before he left, left you, left you behind. The memory of his loss and betrayal flashed back like a pull to reality, all those sad feelings you pushed away coming full frontal in your head like a tidal wave in your fragile brain.

Bruce’s heavy stare burned through you and it was like you could feel it on your skin, like a million microscopic bugs crawling all over you, your body buzzing with electricity and your hands almost shaking. You felt a flurry of difficult emotions coursing through you that all muddled together in one big mess in your head; anger and happiness, relief and irritation. You couldn’t pinpoint on one, feeling everything all at once when you opened your window and Batman was stood on the other side of you in all his threatening grandness.

You hated that he looked so good despite the grime.

You were left stunned as all you could do was stare at him. This was a moment you’ve only dreamt about, wished for for days and countless weeks, fantasized about for hours on end. How you would react, what you would say, how it would all go… and especially how he’d apologize on hand and knee for you, atone for his sins and plead for your pardon. It was all meticulously planned and carefully thought out, and now here it was, the moment you’ve been waiting for for so long; it was finally here, staring at you in the face. And it was so funny how all those ideas and all that confidence you had just seemed to vanish now that it was time to confront them; you were frozen as you stared back at him, unsure of what to do next and too tongue tied to formulate a thought. All that planning, pointless in the face of its precipitant.

Bruce stared back at you longingly and painfully, breaths hard and heavy and knuckles bruised and sore. His eyes were smeared in that black paint he always used, thick with an unspoken emotional torture, like he was being tormented in his own mind at the mere sight of you. He was in a way; you were his reminder of why he left, the catalyst of his destruction but at the same time his anecdote. It was all very confusing and contradictory; all he could understand was that it pained him to look at you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to look away.

Blood was splattered over his cheeks and suit, his heart pumping in his ears as he looked you over, putting all the pieces of you back in his mind; from your face, to your pink pajamas, to the black socks on your feet, then back to your cautious eyes. You were all right, you were okay and he was so relieved. He felt a weight drop from his chest, knowing you were in no certain danger but he always worried for you if he couldn’t see you, a consequence of everyone he cared for always getting hurt some way or another. Bruce felt what he could only describe as happiness, a feeling he only got with you, hit him full on like a train, smacking into his heart as his throat closed up.

He had missed you.

He had missed you a lot, more than he ever wanted to admit, but he would gladly do so for you. He had missed your pretty eyes and sweet voice, soft hands and smooth skin, and your voice, calming and rich like honeyed pastries. You were beautiful to him, so beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he had shown up here once more, that he would risk ever putting it in danger. But he had to come, he couldn’t take it anymore… and if his love for you was that perilous then his soul be damned.

He noticed the subtle way your face crumbled as your initial excitement died down, settled into pain and sadness and concern; your eyes running over the blood on him, wondering if it was his, really looking at him and realizing that he was really here, back on your fire escape. He couldn’t believe it himself, but here he was and he didn’t plan on leaving, not unless you ordered him to. You were nervous, eager to touch him, feel the suit under your palms like you used to, but you were also too stubborn to welcome him back into your home so easily, hurt once and not wanting to be hurt again. He understood that notion all too well.

Bruce felt an unfamiliar form of courage jolting through him, a type of courage so different from the one he used to fight criminals every night. This was a type of boldness that made him just want to grab your face and kiss you, hard, make up for all the lost time between you and spill all his confessions in the space between his lips and yours, make you taste the apology on his tongue. All he wanted was to be here again, here in your room; his nose was already filling up with the smell of vanilla bean and raspberry, his muscles relaxing instinctively at the sweet smell of it, knowing he was safe here. He wanted so badly to be here again, but now that he was he didn’t know what to do.

Bruce admitted that he was a little disappointed at your reaction to him, that you didn’t welcome him back in with open arms and gleeful smiles, kiss him and hug him and show him how much you missed him. But he knew that was too optimistic. He knew your antipathy was to be expected; he could only imagine the amount of hurt he’d put you through if it was anything compared to his own. He could only imagine how many nights you came home hoping he was there, waiting for you like he always did, how many days you kept looking at the clock, wishing it would hurry up and you could just go home already, how many days you hoped it would be different from the one before, how much hope he must’ve killed.

He felt horrible, regret and guilt spinning in his stomach as his muscles twitched, itching to touch you again; you were a drug coursing through his veins, and after two months of withdrawal he could say he was positively hooked once more. But, he knew he couldn’t just grab whatever part of you he liked like a greedy child in a toy store. He needed patience, he needed to wait for you to warm up to him on your own terms, no matter how long that took.

So, Bruce just stood on your fire escape with his hands holding the frame of the wall, blood and vanilla heavy on his nose as he stared at you, breathing hard but calm, waiting for you to make a move, any move or semblance of invitation.

Your eyes ran over the blood on him, the awkward silence deafening with all the unspoken words and yearning you both wanted so badly to address. Your eyes narrowed at the red spots and stripes on his suit and face, dripping off his gloves, worry shooting through your buzzing veins. You took a step back away from him in discontent, curious as to why he has suddenly appeared after so long away, eyes looking him over like the situation has really dawned on you. It had been weeks, two months even, since you’ve seen him, seen his black eyes and pointed ears, seen the vague Batman symbol on the chest piece of his suit.

Memories were coming back wave after wave at the sight of him, ones that wanted you to embrace him, ones that were gradually persuading you to give up this act and just be thankful he was here again, back to you. But you knew better than that, knew better than to just simply overlook a mistake as monumental as the one he made. You needed to have some damn pride.

Despite that…

Were you happy to see him? Yes, yes you really really were. You wanted him to just take off his mask and kiss you already, hell, you didn’t care if he left it on because you just wanted him to kiss you again. You wanted to feel his big arms around you once more and feel his warm palms on the dip in your back. Have him lift you up and smile into his kiss and say those magical words you yearned to hear. You could try to act tough all you wanted but at the end of the day you were still just a girl, a sad girl who wanted to be held by the man she missed so much… but your anger was still so present, lingering cold in your veins and greatly overpowering any positive emotions you had.

You wanted a damn good reason for why he did what he did.

“What are you doing here, Bruce? I thought you had moved on.” You licked your dry lips, crossing your arms and glaring at him with distaste and a false sense of confidence, a faux act of strength and apathy to cover up the real pain you felt. Your tone was anything but friendly, standoffish and disinterested, conveying the anger you felt almost perfectly; if it wasn’t for the waver in your voice and the glimmer in your eye you would even believe yourself.

You frowned at him, a cruel part of you hoping he was feeling any kind of hurt, any kind of hurt like the hurt you’ve felt. But at the same time, you just wanted so badly to hear that he came back for one reason and one reason alone. You. You wanted to hear him say that he missed you dearly, that he was so sorry for what he did and that he’d never do it again. If you heard that, then maybe, just maybe, you’d forgive him. No, you definitely would.

Bruce almost flinched at your tone, but knew it was well deserved. He looked at you with guilty eyes, like he’d committed the most heinous crime (which in his mind, he did), frown deep on his lips where a cut was on his skin, swallowing down the nerves in his throat at the look in your eyes.

A string of fear curled in his chest and made him nervous, made Batman nervous, a fear of being rejected, of him telling you how he really felt and you not reciprocating it. He couldn’t bear it, the uncertainty. But he was also afraid of hurting you any more than he already has, arguing with himself that he shouldn’t have come. But he was already here and he couldn’t leave now, couldn’t disappoint you any more than he already has. He looked up at you, his chest fluttering when he looked into your eyes.

“‘Could never move on from you…” Bruce grumbled in that deep voice of his, sounding pained and earnest and genuine, pulling at your heart like a trained harpist and making your eyes burn with brimming tears. He meant it, meant it more than you knew, staring at you with so much emotion in his eyes it almost scared you to see it; it was so unlike him to be so emotional, a part of you grateful that he trusted you enough to show it.

You felt a tingle on your skin when you looked back at him, a spark of joy peeking through the dark clouds around you. I could never move on from you…

Bruce’s dark eyes flickered between yours, gauging your reactions, intense and brooding as they always were. They bore into you like he was laying your soul bare in front of him, seeing deeper inside of you than you thought was possible. It made you feel flustered and agitated at being examined so fiercely. His voice, my god his voice, so soft but so gravelly, made you flustered, especially hearing it again after so many weeks of going without it. It washed over your skin like a warm blanket and made goosebumps pop up on your arms, a chill going through your spine that made your heart spike. You were trying so hard to fight it, fight that feeling inside of you that wanted him so badly.

You almost scoffed at his proclamation, looking at him offended, almost too theatrically, too rehearsed.

“Well it seems like you did, so.” You shrugged stubbornly, not knowing what else to say, really, not wanting to speak too much or else you’re afraid he’d hear the longing stutter in your voice. You shook your head incredulously and looked at the wall besides the window, where he stood outside in the cold air still. Secretly, you wanted to bring him inside already, bring him between your arms and hold him against your chest until he was one with you, unable to leave and bound to you forever, souls entwined and breaths shared. That may be a tad dramatic, but that’s what you felt; you knew he needed to cross that barrier on his own… you also knew that the moment he stepped back into your sacred space, the moment his heavy black boot stepped onto your wooden floor, you wouldn’t be able to keep your composure anymore, and you’d collapse in his arms like a dying bride.

Obviously, that couldn’t happen. You needed resistance, strength, a reason.

You couldn’t look at him, didn’t want him to see the tears welling in your eyes and the vulnerability staining your face. It was too embarrassing and too real; you didn’t want Bruce to see how easily you got worked up because of him. You didn’t want him to see all of you just yet, wanted him to feel guilty for what he did to you. He hadn’t even said much, just a single sentence, and you were already a desperate mess hiding under a false security. It was always so easy for him to get to you and you wished you were stronger for it.

Bruce knit his eyebrows at that, subtly shaking his head with a frown as his eyes still searched for yours. He wanted you to look at him, to see the honesty in his words and the sincerity in his blue eyes. He wanted you to see that he was hurting too, just as much as you.

“I didn’t… I just needed some time away… I needed to think.” He confessed vaguely, his voice gentle like he didn’t want to spook you, quiet but just loud enough for you to hear. Bruce always treated you like you were so fragile, a slippery glass vase between his clumsy hands. He never wanted to drop you, hurt you and watch you crumble into a million pieces… but he already did, and now he was trying to glue them all back together, put you back together, but only if you’d let him.

That was something you had come to appreciate about him; his gentleness, so opposite of the image he represented, what everyone believed him to be. He wasn’t just Batman, vengeful and harsh and dangerous. He wasn’t just bloody fists and sharp edges. He was incredibly genuine and tender, complex and multilayered; he was more than the bat, the symbol, the orphan, the millionaire. He was intricately sewn together with all different threads, and over the course of the year you and Bruce shared together you’ve managed to pluck and pull them all, see the warm center inside his cold shell.

Those were sides of him only you got to see, only you got to witness, only you got the privilege to marvel at and cherish. It might have been foolish to think, and you certainly think so now, but you had thought that made you special, that you were the only one he trusted enough, cared for enough, to show that side to… that there was more affection sizzling between you than you both wanted to say… but that just made it hurt so much more when he left, it just convinced you that you were too gullible for love, too naive to tell the difference between love and infatuation. When he left, he made you feel stupid.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his response, your face twisting into an anger Bruce didn’t want to see. Your eyes flashed to him immediately, burning and piercing and blazing, his words bouncing around in your head like a twisted game of racquetball. To think? He left, for months, because he needed to think? It sounded so phony, a simple excuse to disguise the truth, a simple excuse that only angered your unspoken pain.

“To think? To think about what? You’ve been gone for weeks, Bruce! You just left, didn’t tell me anything, didn’t tell me why, but now you’re telling me it’s because you had to think? That sounds ridiculous. I think I deserve a better explanation than, you had to think.” You mocked him, scoffing in his face. You were frustrated and lonely, wanting, deserving, a better reason to justify the pain you went through when he left. You couldn’t believe he couldn’t at least grant you that, a credible reason why.

Bruce grimaced, eyes closing like the sting of your words had just stung him. He slouched, frustrated that he couldn’t seem to get the words out that he wanted to. They were stuck in his throat, itching his tongue and wanting so badly to get out, but he was mute, could only try to explain himself. Besides, there were no words to express just how sorry he was, but he knew how right you were. You were always right. You did deserve more than that, you deserved a better explanation.

Bruce swallowed down his dry throat, clenching his jaw as he looked back up at you, aching to step through the threshold of the window and grab your face between his broken hands and kiss your tears away. He felt hot coils of guilt and regret wrap around his heart and squeeze, his chest collapsing in on itself.

“I-I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth. I needed to think… and to do that I had to leave. I just needed to understand why.” He spoke raspy, voice gritted with anguish and sincerity, looking at you with such desperation it made your foot itch to step towards him, made your heart yearn to comfort him. He was downright pitiful, fingers holding onto the brick so hard it could crumble under his strength. He was slouched down, looking up at you with sunken eyes, begging and pleading without an ounce of shame.

You stared back at him, clenching your jaw so hard your teeth hurt. God, you really did just want to hold him again, kiss him again… the need was too much, burning inside you and crawling under your skin. You had your hands crossed over your chest like you were physically trying to hold yourself back, like you were trying to protect yourself against his woeful whims of persuasion.

You frowned at his statement, the rational part of your brain that was still logical and loyal to you making you want to question him more, learn more, find out more. Your shoulders slumped as you looked back at him confused, lips pulled in a frown.

“Why what? Think about what? Can you stop being so vague!” You said exasperated, wishing he would just say what he meant and stop being so damn secretive all the time. Especially now, especially here. He was the one who showed up here after all this time and now he was trying to just sneak by with it. You refused to let him, forced him to confront his own dilemma. You couldn’t see it any other way, blinded by your own rose colored rage that needed an explanation.

Bruce grit his teeth, working up the nerve to answer you as he looked down at your feet, looking physically pained. He wanted to tell you why, he wanted to tell you why so badly, but just as soon as he wanted to say it he was found at a loss for words, struck with that same fear again that made his words stutter. That same fear of being rejected, ridiculed, that fear of putting his heart on his sleeve and having you pierce it with a silver dagger. He was Batman, the shadow of shadows who dealt with worse pain than you could ever imagine. He’s been shot, stabbed, cut up, pushed out of a window, and any other horror you could ever imagine but somehow… none of that hurt would ever compare to the pain caused by your rejection.

You had the power to destroy him and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t know how much of him you carried with you, how easily you could make him fall. Against Gotham he was the Dark Knight, relentless, strong and menacing, capable of things you didn’t want to think about. Against you… he was nothing, powerless, a twig in your hand you could crush without a thought. He was weak against your beauteous thrall and he just wished he could’ve admitted that to himself so much sooner.

Bruce felt his heart constrict, his palms suddenly clammy and his throat suddenly dry; he swallowed roughly. His own heart pounded in his ears, beating under his hot skin, the reality of what he was about to say hitting him full force and he felt like he could pass out, right here on your fire escape, light headed and heavy chested.

He let out a big breath through his nose, gripping the wall between his bloody gloved hands, mustering up the confidence he needed and pushing his fear down, down and deep so it couldn’t be acknowledged anymore. He smothered his insecurities and doubts like a candle wick, clenched his jaw and cleared the smoke from his mind. Bruce looked up at you, eyes glimmering like fire light as they looked over your form once more. He looked up from your socks and your feet, up to your smooth legs and pink nightgown, up to your face, where he focused intently on your lips and nose and eyes.

You looked back at him, where he was staring at you with a type of ferocity and intensity it had your breath stuck in your throat, chills going down your spine.

“…Why I was in love with you.”

You swore your heart stopped.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: how it all fell together 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Of course, you loved him back, and Bruce couldn’t have been happier about it. But, during the actual relationship he was very much still the same, but you could see that he was trying to be closer to you, it was just hard for him. You helped him, made him feel not so scared.

⋆˙⟡♡ You were patient with him, never judged or pushed him to do things you knew he had a hard time doing. He always wanted to talk to you about his parents but he would stop himself before he went in depth about it. That was something he needed time with, and you understood it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always doing small things for you that you probably wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so focused on him. He would always smooth out your pillows for you, make you breakfast and be shy that he made something you didn’t like, he would even blow out your candle for you if you ever left it lit. He would give you small gifts, sometimes expensive, a bracelet or a necklace, a set of earrings his mother adored. You loved them all.

⋆˙⟡♡ You had to buy him those vanilla bean and raspberry candles you had. He set them up around his home because the smell reminded him of you and your house, his safe space.

⋆˙⟡♡ He still didn’t like to talk, but he loved to listen. He’d ask questions that were deeply intimate and personal because he wanted to know everything about you. He’d apologize for prodding but he really had no shame about it. He wanted to know you more, learn everything.

⋆˙⟡♡ He loved holding you in his sleep, you made his nightmares go away and made him feel less lonely. He would still flinch sometimes, keep his hands at appropriate distances away from your precious parts. He was a gentleman, that was for sure.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t sleep a lot still, so he’d always stare at you when you slept, brush his hand on your cheek when he’d leave in his Batman suit for the night. He hated leaving you, but knew he had responsibilities to his city he couldn’t abandon.

⋆˙⟡♡ He introduced you to Alfred, rather, Alfred went to clean up Bruce’s room early in the morning and found you two in a rather compromising position. He just chuckled and walked out while Bruce awkwardly scrambled to compose himself. You were mortified.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce liked to draw you a lot, most of the time from memory when he was bored on a late night, sitting on a rooftop with charcoal scratching on ripped paper. He didn’t show them to you, but you found them anyway.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce was soft, gentle with you, but sex was a different story, just depended on his day. Most of the time he was sweet, making up for leaving you and hurting you. He always carried so much guilt about it, even when you told him you were over it and understood why he did it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t come out with you as a couple to the press, as Bruce Wayne. He didn’t want them to badger you and question you, make you feel uncomfortable. He came to you a lot, his house was always under constant scrutiny from the public.

⋆˙⟡♡ He threatened your boss when you refused to quit your job. It was late, he was Batman, and your boss just so happened to walk past him. Bruce threw him against the wall with promises of pain if he didn’t treat you right. You had a sneaky suspicion your boyfriend had something to do with your now positive work atmosphere and sudden raise, but decided not to question him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always touching you, or kissing you, hesitant to show outright affection so he was subtle when he did it. A hand on your lower back, hovering over your jacket or gently pressing into it. A hand on your arm, a peck on your forehead, a kiss to your cheek when you’d fall asleep.

⋆˙⟡♡ He told you he loved you every night, rarely ever during the day. It was in his bed or yours, when it was silent and cozy, he’d whisper it in your hair or against your skin, and you’d smile and tell him the same.

⋆˙⟡♡ You never expected anything from him besides his love, but he always felt like he owed you something, grateful that you gave him this chance to be with you despite what he did.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was constantly worried about you, on edge when you would be out by yourself or come home later than usual on the nights he couldn’t see you. He would always think the worst, think you were dead and he was too late, someone found him out and was using you to blackmail him. All the worst scenarios to prepare himself for the worst outcomes.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce is constantly having negative intrusive thoughts. You’ll leave him, he doesn’t deserve you, he should’ve stayed gone. He’ll go quiet and try to isolate himself when that happens, so you always try and support him and reassure him in any way you can.

⋆˙⟡♡ He still has such a hard time being vulnerable and talking about his past, but he tries with you. He’ll get tongue tied sometimes or a sentence will drift off before he can finish it, but he’ll try.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce is always so busy he forgets to eat. You’ll constantly remind him food is good for you. So, some days he’ll go eating nothing at all, despite you and Alfred’s insistence. But when he does, it’s a big feast Alfred prepares for him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He is very sweet, a complete gentleman. He has the best manners. He always says his pleases and his thank yous. He’ll follow a question with, when you have a chance, if you can. With Alfred though he’ll be so distracted he’ll just walk away. He doesn’t mean to, just makes sure he’s extra gentle with you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He likes black and white films to play in the background when he’s not doing anything. Or slow, almost gothic music to really set the tone. He’s emo like that and I just know it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He goes to Alfred a lot for relationship advice, scared he’ll mess up and you’ll leave him. He wants to avoid making mistakes with you, so he’ll ask for help or reassurance on what to do.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce has a tendency to ignore any problem until it goes away, especially to avoid a fight with you. He’s confrontational when it comes to you, so he’ll let you have your way a lot of the time. He doesn’t like to fight with you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Bruce was sweet and shy, always making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. He never judged you when you’d tell him your stories or your past, he never accused you of things, and he never raised his voice at you when things would get frustrating. He loved you too much, appreciated you too much. You had no idea how happy you made him even if his face didn’t show it.

He was still wary, scared you’ll leave him, scared one of his enemies will find you out and take you away from him. But he was always there, watching and protecting, hiding in the shadows, being the shadow, on the nights you didn’t know. He may have been Gotham’s protector, but he was also yours.

He loved you and was grateful for you, so grateful he met you when he did and that you trusted him enough to let him see every lovely part of you. He vowed to protect you, to cherish you, and he made good on that promise. Even going as far as to blow out your candle every day before you’d leave for work. Couldn’t have you burning your house down, now could he?

Honestly, I could go on and on about this man so I think I have to end this here. But thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed, especially @diavolosbaby who requested this. I really hope you like it, and if you’re not satisfied or I didn’t answer your ask correctly then don’t be afraid to tell me 💕💕 constructive criticism isn’t bad mmkay ☺️💕

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visionsofmagic · 11 months

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masterlist of:

⋆ ― ◜week of celebs◝ ― ⋆

↝ day 1: cillian murphy

⋆ you are playing in a movie as the enemy of cillian’s character who is protoganist. when director asks you two to act like there is a sexual tension between your characters, previous night’s memories follows into your mind.

↝ day 2: chris evans

⋆ chris makes fun of your failed dates but when you finally find a good match as you say, events turn into something else than you plan.

↝ day 3: robert pattinson

⋆ robert and you go for the met gala and when he sees you, he just realizes you are the prettiest girl once again.

↝ day 4: christian bale

⋆ it is the third movie you and chris playing together in, and it is last time he can hide his love for you.

↝ day 5: tom hardy

↝ day 6: sebastian stan

↝ day 7: henry cavill

― explanation: so, with a motivation, coming from my own pinterest ^^, I wanted to create this one! I hope you will like it as well as I – because I love seeing you like them with likes, rbs and messages. thanks for reading! for the seven days of the week, I will publish seven works including these celebs you see below and I will add links to here or you can see them in my blog. enjoy!

- rose 🍰

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storiesforallfandoms · 11 months

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my favorite superhero ~ robert pattinson

word count: 2601

request?: yes!

“hii, recently saw that u write for robert pattinson, if ur requests r open, could u write something about being his gf and going to the batman premiere with him and overall just being excited that he is Batman, thank uuu”

description: in which she goes to support him on the biggest night of his career

pairing: robert pattinson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, lil steamy moment but nothing explicit, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

From the very beginning, Robert had zero confidence that he would get the role as Batman.

He had mentioned it so casually to me during dinner one night, as if he was telling me about a mundane thing that happened in his day. “Curtis put my name in for some Batman movie.”

I nearly dropped my fork in shock. “What?! As which character?”

“Batman.”

“What?! Babe, that’s exciting! Why aren’t you more excited over it?”

“I’m likely not going to get it, so why get my hopes up?”

I looked at him, stunned. I couldn’t believe he was saying this. Robert loved acting, and he was excited over every character he had even a chance of playing. To have the opportunity to play one of the biggest and most loved superheroes in the world should’ve had him giddy with excitement, even if there were a number of steps until he knew whether or not he got the role.

“You have just as much chance as anyone else whose names are in for the role,” I said. “I think you can be excited over it.”

Robert shook his head. “I’d doubt it. I’m just the Twilight guy, I’m not a real candidate to play Batman of all characters.”

“I’d argue that playing a vampire makes you the best candidate to play a bat.” My joke finally coaxed a smile out of him, and I smiled back. “You don’t have to be excited if you don’t want to, but I’ll be excited enough for the both of us.”

And I was. I continued to be excited when Curtis called Robert to let him know that the director, Matt Reeves, wanted him to audition for the role. I hyped him up the day of the audition, which I could tell was making him feel a little more confident, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. I held that confidence when he was one of few actors that was chosen for a callback. I held it all the way to the day that Robert got a call from Matt Reeves himself.

His face gave everything away during the phone call, but I waited until he gave me the news himself before I celebrated. “I got it. I got the part!”

I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, kissing all over his face just to be a little more extra with my celebrations. I refrained from the “I told you so” in that moment. I figured it would be best to save that for when the movie came out and was a massive hit.

It was a long process. Robert didn’t change much physically as he didn’t agree with actors basically completely changing their bodies to play superheroes, but Matt still figured out a way to make the process incredibly long. The costume fittings and fight choreography took weeks before filming even began. When filming did start, it lasted for many months. Robert would never admit to how exhausted filming made him, but I cold see it on him after his long days on set. Despite all of that, though, Robert was beyond happy in the role and excited for the movie’s release.

That day arrived a lot quicker than we expected. It felt like one day the filming was just starting, and the next the two of us were getting ready for the premiere. I had picked out a silky black dress to wear and was in the process of putting on a smokey eye look as my tribute to Robert’s character when he walked into the room.

“You really do not need that much makeup,” he said as he came over to kiss my cheek. “You look so beautiful without it.”

“I know,” I responded with a shrug. He chuckled. “But I wanted to base my look on Batman. So, black dress, and I think smokey eye makeup works really well for the vibe of the character. Especially after your raccoon eyes in the trailer.”

Robert laughed again. He sat down on the bed behind me and watched me finish up my makeup. I caught a few glimpses of him through the mirror every so often. He was dressed in a black suit, looking incredibly dapper and handsome, and he was watching me with this dreamy look on his face. I smiled to myself as I put on my foundation. I felt incredibly lucky to have such an amazing and loving boyfriend. Here he was, a big named actor who had just played the role of a lifetime and was about to debut that movie, but he was looking at me as if I were the star.

“What if we ditch the premiere and you let me take that dress off you and make your makeup run?” he asked once I had put the finishing touches to my look on.

I spun around to look at him, trying to seem shocked but I knew my amusement was outweighing the shock. “Robert!”

“What? Can you blame me? You look so good.”

He took hold of me and pulled me up from my vanity. He sat me down on his lap and started to kiss my neck. I tried to fight back the tingling feeling that was running from where he was kissing me down to between my legs. If I gave into that feeling I knew we would miss the premiere, like Robert was trying to do.

“We are not missing the premiere of what will likely be the biggest movie of your career,” I said as I reluctantly pushed him away from my neck. “Besides, I took too long getting ready for you to mess it all up so soon, and for no one to see how good I look.”

Robert groaned and rested his head against my shoulder. “I don’t want to go.”

“Why not? I thought yo were excited about the movie.”

“I am. I’m proud of what we made, and I can’t wait to see the finished product. But...what if people don’t like it?”

I took his face in my hands. “There’s always going to be people who don’t like it, baby.”

“I know that. But what if no one likes it? What if they all think it’s garbage? That I’m garbage?”

“You can’t let the what ifs stop you though. There’s always a chance people won’t like it, that’s just how being in the entertainment business is. But you put everything into this role. No one can say you were garbage in this role. And if they do, it’s because they just don’t like who you are or they can’t see past your role in Twilight to realize how amazing you truly are as an actor, not because you did bad in the role.”

He looked at me for a while before leaning forward to kiss my lips. “I don’t deserve you.”

I giggled. “I wouldn’t say that. I’m your girlfriend, I’m supposed to support you and tell you not to sweat the haters because they suck anyways and you’re cool, and stuff like that.”

He smiled and gave me another kiss. “I guess we should get going then, before I change my mind.”

“I guess we should.”

I could feel Robert’s anxiety as we drove to the premiere. I held his hand the entire way, giving him reassuring squeezes every now and then. I knew there wasn’t much else I could do for him besides just support him until the premiere started and he got to see everyone’s reactions to he movie. I had nothing but faith that the movie was going to be good, and I knew that Robert had done amazing in it. I just wished he had that same confidence in himself that I did. But, once again, I didn’t mind having enough confidence for the two of us.

When we arrived to the red carpet, I felt his entire body tense. There were so many people there already, all cheering and taking pictures. They knew who was in the car before Robert even opened the door. So many excited people there to see him in this role.

I squeezed his hand again, drawing his attention back to me. “You’re gonna be fine. The movie is going to be amazing.”

He gave me a small smile before opening the car door. Deafening cheers filled the air as everyone saw him. He held out a hand to me to help me out of the car as well, ever the gentleman that he was. We both smiled and waved at the fans who had been waiting for him. Robert took the time to sign some autographs and take pictures. I could see the fan interactions were helping to bring down his nerves a little bit. If he could, I knew he would’ve stayed here with the fans all night instead of actually doing an interviews or going in for the premiere. But, unfortunately for him, he had to move along eventually.

He stopped to do a couple of interviews on the red carpet. All of the questions were basically the same: how did he prepare for the role? What was his reaction when he got the call about getting the part? Could he see this movie becoming a franchise of it’s own given that it wasn’t a part of the currently established DC cinematic universe?

Robert answered each question with the same generic answer before moving along to the next interview. He tried to move through them as quickly as possible so we could get into the venue, but being he main star of the movie meant that every interviewer was trying to stop him for a couple of questions, and there were a lot of interviewers. I wasn’t even the one talking and yet I could feel myself growing tired of it all.

One interviewer did spot me behind Robert and said, “I see you’ve brought the lovely (Y/N) with you tonight.”

“I have indeed,” Robert responded, turning to extend an arm to me so I would join them. “If it wasn’t for her endless support throughout the entire process, I may not have even be here tonight.”

“What does that mean?” the interviewer asked.

“It means that I forced him to be here tonight,” I responded, keeping my tone light. “He’s a little nervous, as one would be playing such a huge character, but I think he’s done amazing and the movie is going to be amazing.”

“There seems to be a lot of good buzz around the movie from critics so far, so I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about in that regard.”

I smiled up at Robert, mentally preparing for that “I told you so” moment.

We finally managed to get off of the red carpet and into the venue. I felt the tension in Robert’s body deflate once we were away from all the cameras and the screaming fans. The next step was going to be the Q&A, and then finally the movie.

“The movie has good buzz,” I repeated to him as we walked through the venue.

He playfully rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I heard her. I guess I’ll know tonight for sure how much positive buzz it will have.”

“You gotta stop doubting yourself. It’s going to be amazing!”

Robert wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “What would I do without you?”

“Crash and burn,” I teased before kissing his cheek.

Hours passed. The Q&A went smoothly, and then it was time for everyone to finally see the movie. Robert’s knee bounced anxiously almost the entire time. He kept glancing around the quiet room as we all took in the film. I noticed him look over at me a number of times during the film, but I was so entranced by it that I couldn’t pull myself to look back at him.

I had no idea what he was so worried about. The movie was amazing! Probably one of the best movies in general I had seen in such a long time, let alone the best superhero movie I had seen. And I can promise that wasn’t just because my boyfriend was in the starring role. It was genuinely amazing, and I was prepared to sing its praises to Robert when it ended, but it seemed I had to wait my turn. The moment the credits started to roll, the audience began to clap and raise to their feet. Robert looked around him in surprise at everyone facing him, and the rest of the cast, as they applauded. I smiled brightly at him as I also rose to my feet to be a part of the standing ovation.

Robert, Matt, and Zoe moved towards the front of the room so they could bow for all the applause. The standing ovation went on for some time, which they definitely deserved but my hands began stinging after a minute or too, so I just stopped and smiled happily at Robert. I could see that the weight had been completely lifted from his shoulders. He was standing a little taller, and a little prouder now that he had gotten to see the positive reaction to the movie first hand.

When the applause finally died down, Robert was kept around for another few minutes as people came up to him to congratulate him on how great it was. I stood by and watched, feeling extremely happy for him but also starting to feel the pain of wearing heels for basically five hours straight. Robert looked over and spotted me, then thanked those around him for the kind words before excusing himself. He took me into his arms the moment he reached me and pulled me to him to kiss my lips.

“They really loved it,” he said, as if he still couldn’t believe it. “Everyone did.”

“That’s because the movie is incredible, babe,” I told him. “Seriously, I think it’s one of the best movies I’ve ever seen.”

I could see the tips of his ears turning pink at the compliment. “Well, let’s not go that far.” But the smile on his face gave away the humble act he was trying to pull.

“Let’s go home?” I asked, leaning into his touch as I felt fatigue start to wash over me. “I’m ready to take all of this off and let you do whatever it was you had planned for me earlier.”

He smirked. “Oh, I’ve been waiting to do that all night. I could barley keep my hands off of you in this dress. I can’t wait to see how nice it looks on the floor next to our bed, though.”

We started for the exit. Our ride was waiting for us just outside the door. Robert thanked a few more people who stopped him to compliment him on the movie before the two of us finally got into the car and started back towards home. My head was resting against his shoulder as we drove along, the car dark except for the occasional street light shining in through the window. We were close to home when something popped into my head.

“I told you so.”

He looked over at me, an eyebrow quirked. “What was that?”

“I said I told you so. I’ve been waiting a very long time to be able to say that, and now I can.”

Robert chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “You did tell me so. Please keep telling me so for the rest of time.”

I smiled. “I will.”

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pctterscars · 2 years

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always yours, e. cullen (part 2)

pairing: edward cullen x gender-neutral vampire!reader

summary: after coming back from volterra, edward has to deal with bella’s fateful decision, while you have to fight the inevitable battle within yourself about your feelings towards your best friend.

warnings: reader is extremely self-deprecating and insecure about themself, angst, non-canon edward (yk the healthy version of him), mentions of reader’s turning, there may or may not be a happy ending (kissing, implications to smut at the end)

a/n: sorry this took so long, i really don’t why it took so long but i wrote it nevertheless, also i hate this, also this is so long i’m sorry

PART 1 - i recommend you to read this part first if you haven’t already, thanks!

the next few months were terrible for edward, and it pained you to see how hurt he had become. his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked numb as if he didn’t have a reason for existing anymore.

the only times he’d smile was when you attempted to tell ridiculous jokes and he couldn’t keep a straight face.

he’d never found out about your true feelings for him all this time, and you were okay with it, but carlisle definitely wasn’t.

“you have to tell him.”

“carlisle, it’s better this way.”

“he’s miserable, and the only time he’s been smiling, or even remotely happy is when he’s with you, y/n.”

you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief.

“and, don’t you shake your head at me. you know i’m right. he deserves to be happy. you deserve to be happy.”

you opened your mouth to rebut back at your adoptive father, but he walked away before you could respond, leaving you speechless.

you couldn’t tell him, right? you weren’t enough to give him the happiness and light he deserves, right?

weeks passed by and edward didn’t suspect a thing, at least not to your knowledge.

carlisle would glare at you whenever he was in a room with both of you. but, since it was carlisle, it would be a calm and patient glare, never once hinting at any resounding anger.

you told yourself that you’d tell edward the truth, but deep down, it was evident that wasn’t the real truth. you were just lying to yourself to prevent this difficult conversation.

when the time eventually came, it wasn’t your choice in the end.

it was a calm night when it was just you and edward in the living room, you watching the current news on tv, while he was reading some heavy novel that had him furrowing his eyebrows every second.

the rest of your family went out hunting since you and edward went the night before. edward had really only been comfortable with hunting with only you ever since his break up with bella.

“alright, well, i have to get back to the hospital.”

“okay, try not to kill anybody.” edward had a slight smirk playing on his lips, beaming up at carlisle.

carlisle seemed amused and then stared at you with a knowing look in his eyes.

“was that it or did you need something else?” edward was confused as to why carlisle was still standing in the exact same spot.

“oh no, nothing from you, edward.” he raised his eyebrows, glancing at you.

you gulped and your eyes widened. “carlisle, can we please not do this now.”

“i think you’ve waited long enough, y/n.”

edward looked back and forth between the two of you, confusion etching his tired face. “what- what’s going on? y/n?”

“it’s nothing,” you sighed as you switched the television off and started to walk toward the kitchen.

“yeah, nothing. if being your mate is nothing.”

you stiffened and turned towards your adoptive father. “carlisle!”

“what? i don’t- i don’t understand. there’s no way that… y/n?”

it’s like you were paralyzed, you couldn’t move a single bone or muscle in your body.

you slowly turned towards your best friend, whose eyebrows were still furrowed.

“ed- edward, i can’t.” you whispered.

edward’s confused expression still stayed on his face and he turned away from you. “carlisle?”

“why do you think that you’re so happy after your breakup with bella, son? if she was really your mate, you wouldn’t have been able to heal so easily. why do you think only y/n can cheer you up?”

edward’s magical eyes widened in a flux of realization and he stared at you.

carlisle spoke one last thing to you before leaving. “i’m sorry, y/n, he had to know.”

“i know.” you sighed, knowing that you were going to have to talk about the inevitable.

you cleared your throat and smiled blankly. “so, there’s no way i can run away from this, right?”

edward was not amused at your lame attempt of lightening this awkward situation. “y/n.”

you flinched at his stern attitude towards you.

sighing, you explained, “fine. come on.”

you headed toward the direction of the patio outside, with edward cautiously following you.

once the two of you were outside, he initiated the conversation.

“why the hell didn’t you tell me you were my mate?”

you raised your eyebrows. “so, this is my fault?”

edward closed his eyes. “you know that’s not what i meant, y/n.”

“well, it sounded that way.”

“how long did you know?”

“edward…”

“how long?”

“a couple of years after my turning.”

you could tell he was trying to control his annoyance and his jaw tensed.

“that long, huh.”

“edward, i didn’t tell you because i knew it would have been hopeless.”

“what? i don’t-”

“you were never going to love me back the way i loved you, so…”

“of course i loved you!”

“what?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“you really think i didn’t have any feelings for you, y/n?”

you shook your head, refusing to believe edward’s words. “you’re lying, edward. you didn’t-”

“when have i ever lied to you? how couldn’t i fall in love with you? or the way that your smile brightened up my darkness, or how you still remained strong even after the hell that bastard that murdered you put you through. or how i hate it whenever you put yourself down or your looks down, because you’re the most beautiful being, human or vampire, i have ever seen. you’re brilliant and absolutely magnificent. it was only a matter of time.”

you took a deep breath, even though you didn’t need to, to settle your internal struggle.

edward continued to talk, letting all of his feelings out. “but, you never told me of any feelings you had for me so i gave up, y/n. if i knew-”

“it wouldn’t have made a difference, edward.”

“what the hell are you talking about? we could have been happy like esme and carlisle are or rosalie and emmett-”

“no, i mean, you would have fallen out of love with me or left me for someone else. why wouldn’t you have?”

edward couldn’t believe your words. how could you think so little of yourself when all he saw was the complete opposite?

edward sighed and he had some kind of resentment in his eyes.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you asked so softly that if edward were still human, he definitely wouldn’t have heard the unknown timidness in your voice.

“why do you hate yourself so much?”

“edward,” you sighed exasperatedly, not warning to explain, “i was murdered because i was worthless. that was the reasoning that man had, he kept repeating it over and over again when i was bleeding out and being tortured, edward.”

“you really believe what some stupid bastard said about you?”

“well, it was true, edward, so… “

“y/n, you have to believe me. you are not worthless, okay? in fact, you are quite the opposite. you have to believe me.”

you shook your head, refusing to believe his words. “edward, even if i didn’t think i was worthless, i still wouldn’t have told you.”

“what? why not?”

“do you remember that night you were talking to me about bella?”

edward sighed, immediately regretting every single life decision he has ever made. “y/n-”

“you were so happy. and, you looked so in love, ed. there was no way i was ever going to ruin that, even if it meant sacrificing my own feelings towards you.”

“y/n,” edward started to say before you interrupted him.

“it’s okay, edward. i just can’t do this right now.”

you just wanted this entire thing to be over, whatever this was. you started to make your way past your mate to get back into the house, but edward’s cold yet comfortable grasp on your fingers stopped you.

“please, don’t leave. we’re not done, y/n. we can’t be.”

“i’m sorry.”

the next few weeks in the cullen household were awkward, to say the least.

you tried your hardest to avoid edward at all costs, which was obvious to every cullen. these efforts were made easier by the fact that you still had to attend school, the exact quality of education occupying your endless thoughts instead of your mate who was desperate for your attention.

you thought you were doing a wonderful job until edward eventually confronted you and gave you no room to escape this inevitable conversation, again.

sorting out the novels you had lying on the table near your window in your room, you were immediately alerted to a new presence, the one you were trying to avoid all these weeks, and you immediately lifted your head up.

“edward!”

“ah, so they speak.” edward grinned at you, but that grin soon turned into a soft and guilt-ridden glare.

“what do you want?”

“i think you know what i want, y/n.”

“we’re done talking about it. you’re still in love with bella and you were never in love with me in the first place. that’s it.”

“no! that’s not it! you can’t just pretend like we didn’t have that talk out on the patio all those weeks ago where i told you that i did love you.”

you gulped, shaking your head. “you didn’t mean it. i know you didn’t.”

edward’s jaw tensed. “you’re never going to believe me, are you?”

you turned away, not wanting to continue this conversation, when you felt edward’s safe presence in front of you. you turned towards him, looking anywhere but into his eyes.

those safe, golden eyes. they were broken, but strong at the same time.

“y/n.” edward was serious, having a stern look occupying his beautiful face. “would you please just look at me?”

at your ignoring of his demand, edward held your chin, which was turned away from him, and forcefully but gently turned it towards him.

he leaned so your foreheads’ and noses were touching. you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at his eyes. but, you knew he was looking into yours.

“please. you- you have to believe me.”

he was stammering, something that you had never seen him do. he gently grabbed your fingers and interlocked his own with yours. it felt like his pale hands were shaking and you were sure he’d be on the verge of tears if he was still human.

you finally looked up at him and saw the extreme desperation in his eyes. he was still staring at you.

“i don’t- i can’t-”

“y/n, please, i can’t do this without you. i- what can i do to make you believe me?” edward uttered.

“you really love me?”

edward nodded his head vigorously, so much so that you thought his head was going to fall off.

you still didn’t feel confident letting your guard down, you weren’t even entirely sure you still believed him, but you wanted to try. you wanted to believe your best friend.

“okay.” you softly whispered. “i want to believe you, but-”

“but?” edward’s nervousness was evident in his wavering tone.

“i’m terrified. i’m really scared of… everything. but i want to try. i want to try my best to believe you, edward.”

edward’s eyes twinkled while he held your face in his hands and rubbed your cheekbones. “i promise you, i will spend the rest of our limitless existences proving it you. please, y/n.”

you looked back down again at your fingers, which were still interlocked with your mate’s.

you faintly smiled, which made the golden-eyed boy’s heart swell with adoration.

“okay.” you whispered.

edward beamed. “okay?”

you looked back into his eyes, your faint smile twinkling. “okay, i will try to trust you, ed.”

he let out a laugh filled with relief and scrunched his nose against your own. “thank you. thank you.”

you smiled lightly, which soon turned into a nervous and albeit unnecessary gulp when you came to realize how close you physically were to edward, specifically how your lips were just inches away from being molded into his own.

the auburn-haired boy seemed to notice the same thing as his line of sight traveled from your eyes to your soft lips, which the iridescent boy had been aching to touch ever since he could remember.

his slender fingers had ghosted over your cheekbones with his nose pressed up against your own nose, mildly distracting you from his husky whisper against your lips.

“is this alright?” edward had murmured, his lips finally touching your own for a slight moment.

your mind was too hazy to answer with actual words but you managed to release a slight nod of your head, which gained a chuckle to grace his lips.

as he finally connected his lips with your own, it was as if a fire burning deep within your chest was finally being ignited, the raw flames finally being called upon after hiding within the chambers of your timely heartbreak.

his hands travelled from your cheekbones to below your jaw, finding its home as edward softly placed his hands on each side of your neck, his thumbs tracing the outline of your collarbones.

the golden-eyed boy lightly grinned as he ran his tongue slightly across your lower lip, eliciting a gasp to come from you, allowing his tongue entrance in order to deepen the kiss between the two of you.

as you two began to deepen the kiss when your tongues made contact, your hands traveled to his auburn locks, resulting in a deep, guttural groan from him as his hands lowered to tightly grip your hips like his very being depended on you, only you.

he pulled you as close as you physically could be to him as his lips continued to stay molded onto your own, and he lightly tapped your hips, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his hips as his large hands wrapped around your back as he walked backwards and laid you on your bed, with your back against the sheets.

the cullen boy hovered over you, with his arms placed next to both sides of your body as your legs were still wrapped around his hips and you were the one to finally separate your lips from his as he whimpered and a faint smile painted your features.

you brought your fingers up to run them across his lips as he rested his forehead against yours and with a smile, he questioned, “why’d you stop?”

you scrunched your nose slightly and pretended to deeply contemplate your answer. “hm. i don’t really think you deserve an explanation.”

edward looked over your body as he groaned. “hm. well, dear, then why don’t i try making it up to you?”

the golden-eyed boy placed his lips onto yours again, while smiling which caused you to reciprocate while kissing him back and meshing your hands into his auburn locks.

as you two deepened the kiss, he held onto your thigh so that it would stay wrapped around his hip and groaned with urgency as you grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt.

it seemed as if what has been encompassing your fantasies and dreams for decades now was finally happening and you couldn’t be filled with more joy when your mate finally found out the truth.

the two of you could finally spend your eternities in utmost happiness, as long as you had each other.

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andtheny · 10 months

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DPxDC Family Week

Bruce was minding his own business when he felt a chill.

He was just walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, but the random cold front had him looking up.

There was a kid walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Like Bruce, he had his head down as he walked. He was shivering, wearing an over-sized hoodie, and... it looked like his face was bruised up.

Shit! Bruce thought. Is this a run away orphan?!

"Whoa," Bruce said. "Hold up!"

The kid looked up with wide eyes, then vanished!

"Whoa!" Bruce said. "What the hell?!"

"Sorry!" a kid's voice said, from the empty air. "Um, bye!"

"Wait!" Bruce said.

But... no one was there.

I'm going insane! Bruce thought. I'm talking to myself and hallucinating!

"Are you still here?" Bruce demanded. "Are you an orphan?!"

"No!" a kid's voice said. "I have parents!"

"An auditory hallucination!" Bruce said. "Holy shit, I've gone insane!"

"No!" the voice said. "You aren't insane!"

"Fuck you, voice!" Bruce said. "I obviously am!"

The kid reappeared right in front of Bruce and Bruce flinched backwards, falling and landing on his butt.

"Oh no!" the kid said. "I'm so sorry, sir!"

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"I didn't mean to scare you!"

"Wh-what?" Bruce said.

"You aren't hallucinating!" the kid said. "I'm dead! I'm a ghost! You aren't insane!"

"Holy shit," Bruce said. "I need to send myself to the Arkham Asylum."

"Don't do that!" the kid said, looking panicked. "That place is for crazy murderers!"

"That's why I belong there!" Bruce said. "I'm a crazy murderer!"

"What?!" the kid said, looking terrified.

"I'm always murdering murderers!" Bruce said.

"Oh shit!" the kid said. "Me too! Except they're already dead!"

"What?" Bruce said.

"I kill them over and over again but they keep coming back because they're ghosts!" the kid said. "Um, I decided to be a super hero!"

"Oh my GOD!" Bruce said. "You're definitely a hallucination!"

"No I'm not!" the kid said, pouting. "You have to believe me!"

"Are you an orphan too?" Bruce demanded. "Are you... like... a manifestation of my childhood self?"

"Fuck," the kid said. "You're just like my sister!"

Thank Christ! Bruce thought. He has a sister!

"Oh!" Bruce said. "You're real?"

"Yes!" the kid said. "I'm super real! That's what I've been saying!"

"Then what the hell do you think you're doing out here in the city by yourself?" Bruce said. "Where the fuck are your parents?"

The kid looked nervous. "Um... my parents... uh... they hunt ghosts."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"They don't know I'm a ghost," the kid said. "So... I have to be really careful, um, because if they find out I'm a ghost they'll hunt me?"

"Oh no!" Bruce said. "I'll adopt you!"

"Huh?" the kid said.

"C'mon," Bruce said. "Let's go talk to Alfred."

"Who?" the kid said.

"My butler," Bruce said. "He'll know what to do."

"You have a butler?!" the kid said, laughing.

"Ugh," Bruce said. "Just come with me! It isn't safe for a teenager to be out in the city without parents!"

"Um, you're not wrong," the kid said. "But what if you're a pedophile or something?"

"Fuck you!" Bruce said. "I'm not a pedophile!"

The kid was laughing.

He's laughing at me?! Bruce thought. What a little brat!

"Sorry," the kid said. "Uh... my name is Danny."

"Uh... hi," Bruce said. "My name is Bruce."

"Nice to meet you," Danny said, smiling shyly. "I can't go with you, but... like... nice to meet you."

"Oh," Bruce said. "Uh... you know what? That's fair."

"Thanks," Danny said. "You be careful okay? Please don't send yourself to a psychiatric ward. Those places are NOT helpful. To anyone."

"Ugh," Bruce said. "I know."

"Cool," Danny said. "Cause... like... um, please don't be offended."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"Look," Danny said. "Psychiatry is a baby science."

"It is?" Bruce said, frowning. "Uh... hasn't it been around for hundreds of years or something?"

"Technically yes," Danny said. "But... like... the other sciences have been around for THOUSANDS of years."

"Huh," Bruce said.

"Obviously the therapists are doing their best," Danny said. "Um... but they are very stupid and bad at their jobs."

"Holy shit," Bruce said. "Are you a little genius or something?"

"Huh?" Danny said. "No. My sister is a genius, not me."

"Oh," Bruce said. "Okay?"

"Anyway," Danny said. "Um... please don't talk to any therapists!"

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"You're... uh.... you are.... shit, I'm just going to say it."

Bruce scowled and said, "Say what?"

"You're an emotionally vulnerable man!" Danny said. "Those therapists would eat you alive!"

Then, blushing, the kid vanished again.

"What?!" Bruce said. "Fuck you! No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" Danny's voice said.

The kid was invisible, but still here!

"What the fuck!" Bruce said. "Are you actually dead?!"

"Yes I am!" Danny said. "I'm going to fly away, sir!"

"What?!"

But Danny didn't respond.

"Did you actually fly away or are you fucking with me?!" Bruce shouted.

But the voice was gone. The boy was gone.

"What the fuck," Bruce said. "I've gone insane!"

"You okay?" a random drunk woman said. "Need help, baby?"

"Fuck off!" Bruce said. "I don't need help from anyone!"

"Don't be like that," she cooed. "I can show you a good time."

"Ugh," Bruce said. "Fuck off."

Then he walked away and went back to minding his own business.

#dp #dc #crossover #robert pattinson #the batman 2022 #the batman #danny phantom #one shot

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empresskylo · 2 years

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𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

✓𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱

・❥・ Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Batman x Female!Reader ・❥・ Series Summary: It happened a while ago: the day you stumbled into the batman. And ever since, he seemed to pop up exactly when you needed him. You thought it was stupid to try and be his friend. He thought it was dangerous to let you in. Both of you did it anyway. ・❥・ Rating: Explicit — eventual smut, violence, blood, eventual romance, slow burn, friends to lovers ・❥・ Word Count: 22,921

chapters Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11

「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」

*•.¸♡main masterlist *•.¸♡ao3 *•.¸♡twt

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rxtrovillans · 2 years

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I’d die without you

Summary: Being in a relationship is hard and takes time, but being the Batman and being in a relationship is 10 times harder. Batman tries to push the reader away due to insecurity and worries about the readers' safety.

(I don’t remember who made the artwork but all credits go to them!)

Wc: 800+

Warnings: Angsty Bruce, POV lowkey switches throughout (if you squint), and the reader is slightly self-centered. Proofread once!

I can see it in his weary blue eyes, the weight of Gotham is collapsing on him now more than ever. Call this next feeling self-centered, but it feels like it’s my fault.

We’ve been dating for 5 months and he’s confided in me that making Gotham safer has been more critical than ever now that I am in his life. This news is comforting but also makes me concerned for his safety.

“I don’t care what happens to me”, is something he has repeatedly confessed to me, after telling me that I refuse to go to sleep until he is returned back to me in one piece. For a while now I have been assigned to reside at the Wayne Manor per Bruce’s request, and honestly, I don’t mind staying here. This place has a haunting feeling to it, it’s beautiful, and it’s also Bruce’s safe Haven.

He likes to know I'm somewhere that is safe and he knows Alfred is here if anything bad happens, I use to think this was very possessive behavior but after seeing the raw look of fear in his eyes. I understand now, I trust him.

Just like he trusted me with his secret identity, I didn’t think he’d give up that side of him so soon, I met Batman before I met Bruce, though Batman is almost all of Bruce Wayne. I love both sides.

I love him.

“The Riddler, he’s planning something, something big. I’m not sure what it is yet” he groans out fighting through the pain of recovery after having his arm popped out of its socket. I had to force him to put something on it after he swore he didn’t need anything.

“Lemme take a look” you offer, “Maybe some fresh eyes could help”, I reach for the straw-colored folders based on the recent killing manic the Riddler. He’s been terrorizing Gotham for a week by torturing Government officials gruesomely in public.

He grabs my wrist fast but gently, “No” he softly mumbles. He barely makes eye contact with me as he says this. This action forces me to drop the folders back onto his desk, “It’s too dangerous”.

Is it too dangerous to look at the evidence?

“Bruce, I’m not a child, and how the hell is looking at the evidence dangerous?” I begin to slightly raise my voice getting tired of the sheltering I have been getting for months. I get his obsessive control for my safety but, this is getting tiring. He stands up after my response, he straightens his posture towering over me but I don’t back down.

I don’t like this tense energy I just created, I hate arguing with him. I try to soften the mood, by gently placing my hand on his face, pushing past his emotional wall, and embracing him in a hug, “God I love you Bruce” I sigh out in his damp hair, and he returns this hug letting his arms rest above my butt. “I don’t want you involved in this at all”.

“Bruce listen-” I try to get out but he abruptly cuts me off, “I know y/n, I know I've been sheltering you and in a way, keeping you hostage. But-” he pauses, taking a shaky deep breath before continuing. I can tell that being this vulnerable is hard for him, it’s no secret that Bruce is not the most…emotionally expressive person. “But, If anything would happen to you, I'd die”

Oh my god.

“Emotionally I’d be dead, the weight of Gotham would have finally broken me if anything, and I mean anything wore to happen to you. Then Gotham would really get dark” the tone of his voice shakes me to my core, the hair on my arms stands up and a cool shiver sends shock waves up and down my spine. He speaks in a cold and cryptic tone, his words become thick and throaty as he thinks about the possibility of something happening to me as he continues spewing out his feelings.

Bruces Vision:

The image makes him sick, him not being able to reach you in time and seeing your duead body behind yellow police tape with your corpse being covered by a thin white sheet. The sound of the reporter's camera shutters begins to slow down, as does everything in this vision: the voices of those reporters asking to get more information on what just happened begins to slow down, the heavy beating rain around him slows down, and his blood pumping heart slows down.

End of Bruce’s Vision:

Everything in this sick vision that replays in Bruce’s head begins to slow down.

“Bruce” You put your hand on his shoulder when you realize his mind is no longer present, “Hmm” he hums as his eyes begin to focus back on reality.

A reality where you're still alive, and warm, and still the love of his life.

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 {𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟎}

Words: 5.2k+

Summary: Bruce accepts the challenge.

Warnings: No Spoilers! Rich people being their privileged selves. Fem!Reader [no descriptions of race or body type]. Romanticizing of stalking. Chasing. Mentions of scars (+ slight insecurity). SMUT (oral [fem receiving], piv sex).

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven [Series Masterlist]

By clicking to read more you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and mature enough to read mature scenes :)

You let out the biggest sigh of the day as soon as you walk out of the elevator and into your home. You are quick to lean over the wall to take off your heels and let your bag fall from your shoulder to your hand. As well as turn on the lights as you move along the cold tiles of your apartment floor and leave your bag by the kitchen counter as you get close enough to it. Your body is on autopilot, at this point.

To say today was stressful at work is a real understatement. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood over something, and you had to endure it all while on the phone with them. Your workers were doing their best in the middle of the chaos - that is a partner overreacting over a missing file in his drive.

In his defense, your partner is quite an older man and very much useless with technology. He has not been the easiest to work with through screens.

Your mother also decided to come by the office, which was very much unwanted on your part. As one can imagine, you were busy. Your desk was full of documents to sign, and you had a partner and his team on the line. They were ready to arrange a new affair that has to do with your business. While that happened, your assistant was in front of you trying to help you look for a certain document.

It was all a mess, and your mom got in the room, sat down, and watched you do all of it. To say you were quite aggravated is an understatement, again.

After everything was settled, you had more people coming into your office, and your mom still wanted to talk to you about something. She waited while distracted by her phone, and you caught yourself glaring at her.

All of it was just to talk about a restaurant for this week's dinner. You were ready to scream at that point.

The last few hours in the office were much better. You still had a lot to do, but it was still not as chaotic as the whole rest of your day.

It also has been a week since your night at the Tower. No one suspected or knew of a thing, and your driver didn’t even find it weird that you did not need a ride. All of it was covered with a little white lie of how you were tipsy and couldn’t find the car at the end of the night, so you caught a cab. It was much easier than you thought.

You walk over to your bathroom and start the shower. You already had started taking off your clothes on the way down the hall, so it was just a few more pieces of clothing, and you were under the water.

After a relaxing shower, you step out and walk out to your bedroom. You grab a white tank top and some underwear. And, after taking some time to dry yourself, you put on your clothes. Right as you’re about to reach for the products for your hair, you hear a faint sound coming from the other side of the apartment.

It was like something falling or being harshly put down. You’re not sure what it was but you don’t see yourself being exactly capable of defending yourself (or even having enough courage to check on what it was).

You stay still for a few seconds, trying to hear if there is any other sound. It could always be your bag that fell from the counter or something similar to that. You tell yourself that many times before even starting to open the products and grab your hairbrush.

Taking care of your wet hair takes a bit of time, and, thankfully, you don’t hear any other noises coming from the other side of the apartment. You found yourself many times checking if you have your phone with you, in case of an emergency… but then you remembered that you left it in your bag.

You turn off the lights in the bathroom and check your bedroom. Empty, just as you would assume. You begin to relax as you walk out of the bedroom and make your way down the hallway. Everything is just as you left it, and the alarm of the apartment’s fire escape door seems to still be active.

You walk over to the kitchen and flick the lights on once more. You walk over to the fridge and open it, trying to see what you could even do for dinner. You feel absolutely starving, but you’re not even sure anything you have looks any good.

You close the fridge to go over to grab your phone, planning to get some delivery instead, but you stop dead in your tracks. Your purse is right where you left it, but your phone is out of the bag. Laying right on top of the counter, screen up.

Your heart begins to speed up and you walk towards it. You grab it quickly and check the time and for any notifications. Maybe you were the one that didn’t put your phone back in your bag when you came in. Could that be possible? You were texting a coworker when you got into the elevator, so… it isn't as insane as you’re making it out to be.

You decide to check your purse while you’re at it. You check if there’s anything missing but you find everything in place. Your wallet is untouched and everything else is in their right little pockets inside. It is its usual organized mess. Maybe you really didn’t put your phone inside… Right?

Leaning back on the counter, you open your preferred app for food delivery and ignore the way your heart is speeding.

It is nothing. Nothing's going on. You’re just overreacting. You’ve been watching too many documentaries lately. You’re fine.

As you wait for the app to load nearby restaurants, you lift your gaze to look around the kitchen. Your overthinking mind makes you look even into the living room, which is still in darkness. You decide to turn on all of your lights, and you find nothing. Or, at least, no one.

There’s nothing for you to be afraid of.

You walk back to the place next to your bag and start looking through the list of restaurants. You bite your lip while trying to focus on all of the options and feel your mind still forcing you to look around the apartment once more.

Gosh, you are not letting this one go, are you?

You put down your phone and walk out of the kitchen. You check the living room again, and then back in the bedroom and the bathroom. You even check the locked rooms such as extra bedrooms and bathrooms. You even check behind curtains, under the beds, and on the other side of doors. And all of them are empty.

You sigh in utmost frustration and walk back to the kitchen. You walk back in and go over to where you were just standing. The weight in your chest now is much lighter, and your worry definitely isn't making your brain fry anymore than it already has for the day.

But your phone is nowhere to be seen.

Now, this time, you feel yourself beginning to panic. You hear the sound of a notification go off almost at the same time you notice the phone missing, and the notification sounds as if it’s coming from the entrance of the apartment. You look over your shoulder and hesitate in going any further.

This is absolutely someone having their fun at terrifying you, and they are doing a great job at it. Gotham is filled with crime, why would this ever come as a surprise to you?

You don’t walk over to the entrance and decide to stay in the kitchen. But…

How the fuck are you supposed to get help if anything goes to shit? If the phone is in the entrance, you have to get it to ask for help. Or, you can go downstairs and get help… but the emergency doors and the elevator are both at the entrance.

You hate how much of a choice you don’t have in all of this.

You move over to the entrance of the apartment and you peek in first. It is absolutely empty, but the light in it has always been soft and not quite strong in any way, so the corners are not so well lit. The lack of complete and bright illumination makes chills run down your spine.

Your phone is right on top of the center table, and you move to get it. There’s only one notification. A text from Bruce. You open the text with your shaking fingers, and your heart sinks.

You have to improve your survival skills.

At the same time, you’re done reading, you lift your gaze and begin to hear footsteps coming from the kitchen. They’re heavy and most possibly from boots. You put down your phone and stare at the doorway, awaiting the familiar figure to appear.

Bruce, just as you expect him, appears in the doorway. He only has a black hoodie on and his dark jeans and leather boots, a hood over his head.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You tell him.

You’re not sure if you feel pissed or you want to laugh. Bruce moves his arm slowly and points over his shoulder to the kitchen before speaking.

“Brought you dinner.” He simply says.

You continue to stare at him and notice how a smile is beginning to form on his lips. He must be feeling insanely proud to have done this to you. And, especially, for winning the challenge you two had made a week ago.

You had absolutely forgotten about the challenge. You two talked in that bedroom for probably an entire hour. You talked about everything and a little more. You were the one that grew tired quicker, and Bruce laid beside you while you fell asleep.

Even in the morning, before going home, he was there and you two talked for… too long - because you were really in the need to pee when you finished.

You haven’t been able to see each other much with all of your busy nights. So, it’s natural that you absolutely wiped the challenge from your mind. In a way, you can’t believe he actually did it.

“How did you get in here?” You ask him.

“Elevator.” He tells you naturally.

Fucking elevator?! How in the hell did they let him get in the elevator?

“They didn’t see me come up.” He explains, seeing your shock.

“But you need a key to use the elevator.” You ask, confused.

“Got one from behind the front desk.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Is it really this easy?

Bruce moves forward, walking towards you, and you wait until he gets too close to take a step back. You’re definitely not going to make it easy for him now. You two look at each other, eye to eye, and every time Bruce takes a step towards you, you take a step back.

Humor grows over Bruce’s face, and you try your best to hide your smile.

“What was it that you said, again?” He asks you while continuously stepping toward you. “About your security.”

You break into a smile as you are able to make your way around the center table, and he continues to follow you, showing absolutely no struggle to keep up with your movements.

“I said that they’re good security.” You tell him, still confident.

“They opened the door for me when I came in.”

Your urge to laugh has never been this high. It’s embarrassing how bad your security is, but you still have to give them the benefit of the doubt. For all you know, Bruce could have acted as a friend of one of your neighbors, and came in with them.

That sounds reasonable enough.

You check over your shoulder before turning towards the kitchen, where you also have an escape route to the living room. You two come into the more well-lit room, and you notice the bag of food that has been put down at the center of your kitchen counter.

“Did I get close to catching you?” You ask playfully. “When I was walking around the apartment.”

“I was behind you the whole time.”

You frown in question. Now, that has to be a lie. Yet, at the same time, Bruce doesn’t exactly seem like he’s lying. Even though he still looks like he’s having just as much fun as you, he sounds serious about what he’s saying.

“How?” You ask him, wanting to keep the conversation.

As Bruce opens his mouth to answer your question, you try to move over to the door that leads to the living room, but, with just one step, he ends your possibility right there. You exhale through your nose in frustration as you still try to get away from him, for nothing but fun, and try to continue your circle around the counter.

“I didn’t get into the rooms with you, but I was in the hallway the whole time.” He explains, “I’m just silent.”

“With those boots?” You don’t believe him.

He finds your objection funny and breaks into a smile. You try again to move over to the living room, but, this time, he outstretches his arm. So not fair.

You huff in defeat again and try the other way around, all while thinking about something that could be a topic of conversation, which could work as a distraction. The hood of his hoodie has fallen from his head, and the dark-clothed man watches as you continue to think of a way out.

“I just took a shower, you’re lucky I got time to put clothes on.” You tell him, try to get some humor back into the topic.

“Lucky?” He plays along.

You smile at the somewhat sexual remark and act as if you're continuing your circle on the counter.

“You are nasty, Wayne.” You comment.

Right as you say that, you’re able to make your way through the door over to the living room. Bruce sighs in defeat as you’re able to get past him, and your smile stretches into a bigger one. This time, a proud one.

You take a look over your shoulder to check if you’ll be colliding with anything if you keep moving back. You’re able to make your way around the couch, all while being extremely careful with corners because the man always gets close when you do them.

“Why am I chasing you again?”

“You criticized my survival instincts.” You answer him, “I don’t have bad survival instincts.”

“Yes, you do.”

“How so?”

“Unless you’re trying to tire me out as we walk around the house, at this point, you’ve passed at least 9 different possible weapons that you could use against me.”

Damn, he had time to count your kitchen knives?

“I’m not going to try and stab you, Bruce.” You tell him.

“You didn’t know it was me until 2 minutes ago.” He says to you.

You open your mouth to defend yourself but you found yourself having absolutely no good arguments that could fight his comment. You really don’t have any survival instincts. You went into the entrance of the house with absolutely nothing to protect yourself.

Maybe you are watching too many movies because you are seriously becoming as dumb as the protagonists.

You look to turn over to the doorway that leads back to the entrance but before you could even try it, Bruce ends your possibilities right there with a step.

“Why do I feel like you aren’t even trying?” You ask sincerely.

He doesn’t answer you. Gosh, he’s not even trying.

“Do you want me to try?” He asks instead.

You speed up your steps back as an answer, and Bruce is quick to get back to the distance that you two shared previously. Again, making it look absolutely effortless.

It doesn't even take more than a minute for you to practically be stuck doing circles around the couch or to be staring at each other from one of the sides of that same couch - with Bruce trying to predict the side you’re planning to move next.

And also, for you to get out of breath. Bruce was right, you can’t even get to tire him with this technique. You’re honestly using your weapon against yourself.

You still don’t give up. There are close calls, where you even felt the wind of his hand trying to grab you - which only made you scoot over and fall into a pit of panicked giggles. A very bad reaction to such a thing. Some people fight, some people fly, and you giggle. Great.

You eye him as you two stop again at either side of the couch. Every time you try to take a step to the left, Bruce tries to mimic you, and the same to the right. You try to go either direction at least 4 different times.

With a breathless sigh, you hold your hands by your hips and stare at him annoyingly. You’re not about to lose this, for fuck’s sake.

“Want to stop?” He asks when noticing how tired you already look.

“You wish.”

Bruce chuckles at you, and the lack of uneven breathing in his figure almost makes you want to hit him. How can he be this good at this?

You let your arms fall by your sides, acting as if in defeat, and do a fake step to the right, pretending to be heading to the center of the room once again. And he falls for it! You walk over to your left and pull the door of the living room open, heading back to the entrance. A room with much more space and possibilities of escape. As well as a possibility to get back to the kitchen and act as if you get a gun.

You are not even 3 steps out of the living room, and an arm wraps around your torso. You let out a panicked scream, which seemed more like a squeal than anything. You try to fight Bruce off, and the man has the complete audacity to laugh as you try to shake yourself off of his hold.

It is absolutely useless. He holds you flush against him, and no matter how many times you turn in his arms to face him and pull at his chest, or try and grab his arm and pull it back to free yourself. It is absolutely useless.

And you can only guess that your laughter while you did all of that fighting wasn’t the greatest of ideas. You are breathless and actually tired.

“Are you done?” Bruce asks as soon as you stop moving.

Oh, that only makes you try again.

You push at his chest again and pull at his arm, and, no matter how useless it seems to be, you still do it. You try to duck and move around the arm, also nothing. You try to turn around and reach for something for you to grab, but you're too far.

It’s ridiculous how bad you are at this.

Bruce laughs practically the whole time, letting you try your best as he continues to have his iron grip around your body. Not even struggling for more than just a few seconds.

When you turn back to him to do the push-at-the-chest technique again (because it has worked so well, for the time being), Bruce moves down, releases his hold on your torso, and wraps his arm around the back of your thighs, throwing you right over his shoulder.

“This is just humiliating at this point.” You comment while dangling from his shoulder.

Bruce laughs and starts to make his way to your bedroom. You watch the floor pattern as he walks. It’s not like you can try anything else from up there, because if you fall off, you can hit your head and that is not that cool to do.

You enter your bedroom and, not even 2 seconds in, Bruce throws you to the center of the bed and makes you laugh as you bounce on the mattress.

“You’re already taking me to bed?” You ask playfully.

“I did buy you dinner, you just took too long to find it.” He answers back.

While you chuckle at his words, Bruce hovers over you, and you come up, holding yourself up by your elbows. He smiles down at you and closes the space between the two of you. Your soft lips touch his, and Bruce’s hands lay by each side of your body, holding himself up.

You bring your hands to his head after pulling him down to lay on the bed with you while, simultaneously, running your fingers through his hair. His body stays in between your legs, and one of his hands lay on your side, making you feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of your shirt.

Bruce grips the fabric of the shirt and pulls at it slightly. His hands move underneath it and you moan against his lips at the familiar touch. He continues to pull at the fabric slowly and, without even detaching your lips, he moves it over your chest.

Bruce pulls away from the kiss and begins to kiss down your neck. As he gets down to your chest, he pulls back and helps you take out your shirt. One that soon flew off his hands over to someplace on your wooden floors. He lays kisses on your chest, littering your skin with kisses as he moves along.

His hands grab onto the waistband of your underwear and begin to pull them down. He pulls back to get rid of them, and you help him by moving each of your legs. Your eyes stay on him, noticing how he doesn’t ever move to start to strip himself, and how his strands of dark hair fall to his face and get in the way of his sight.

Once your lips reconnect, your fingers move to brush back his hair, and his calloused hands move over every inch of your soft skin. His lips rebegin to come down your neck, chest, stomach, and, with your hand still over his hair, you feel the warmth that fills your body as he continues to move.

At the specific feeling of his tongue in between your folds, your grip on his hair tightens and a moan leaves your lips. One of your legs is thrown over his clothed shoulder, and his hands grip the flesh of your thighs.

“Shit, Bruce.” You whisper breathlessly.

His lips close around your clit, and your moans reappear to fill the silence in the room. The pleasure is unspeakingly good, but, even as you feel it grow inside of you, you can’t fight back the annoyance that also rests at the back of your head. And that comes from the feeling of the fabric of Bruce’s clothes underneath your leg.

You pull his head back through your grip on his hair, and Bruce’s eyes find yours right at that second. Some sort of worry builds at the middle of his chest, but it lessens as you pull him upwards again, reconnecting your lips. He abides by your wishes, moving his mouth against yours as your tongues touch, and you let out a short moan.

Your hands get back to work, and you grip onto the shirt's fabric. You pull it up, and your hands find his skin not too long after. At the feeling of your touch, Bruce roughens the kiss, getting an audible reaction from you against his lips. Your acrylic nails softly and teasingly run down the skin of his back, matching his roughness in the kiss.

“Take your hoodie off.” You tell him when you’re able to pull back from the kiss for just a bit.

Bruce looks you in the eyes as you ask for it and he does as told. He pulls back from your body and grabs onto the hoodie from behind his head, pulling it over his head and then throwing it down to the ground on the floor.

As he comes to rebegin your kiss, you meet him halfway, and your hands work through the scarred skin that you’ve easily grown familiar with. One of your hands comes to rest by his cheek, cupping it softly even when your kiss continues to feel hungry and rough. One of Bruce’s hands holds onto your side while the other one works up to your chest. You moan against his lips as his finger touches your nipple and lightly pinches it.

As your pleasure grows, you hold onto his shoulder harder, and Bruce doesn’t seem to even begin to care about that.

An idea sparks in your head, and you almost smile into the kiss. You pull away from the kiss, making Bruce look at you, and you smile at him. Lips slightly swollen and just appearing to be even more kissable than ever.

You push him back with your hands over his shoulders, and he’s quick to notice what you want as you make him to move to the side.

Bruce sits on the bed this time as you’d like, and, not even a second later, you take a seat over his lap. Bruce’s hands hold onto your naked hips, and you brush his hair back before kissing him once more, feeding into your addiction to having your lips against his. Your hands, impatient, find his pants, and you begin to undo them.

Bruce does obviously help out at one point, by pulling his clothes down, even when you’re still on top of him, but, really doesn’t help that you are, indeed, on top of him. Your hands find his dick and Bruce almost forgets what he’s doing for a second. Your hands are so soft, and the way he finds you looking down at your own hands, it almost feels like a part of his dirtiest dreams.

Your thumb moves over the head of his cock, precum coating the pad of your finger as you move it teasingly. Pleasure in the bottom of your stomach burns your insides as you spend each second near this man. You let go of him and look up to find him already staring at you. Without hesitation, you bring your thumb to your lips and lick your finger clean.

Bruce almost appears emotionless when you do it, but he knows he must have let some expression out because your expression breaks into one of your perfect smiles. His grip on your hips and thighs, and you stand on your knees, not wasting any more time now. You line up the head of his cock with your entrance and slowly move down to sit on his lap.

Your mouth hovers Bruce’s as the two of you react to the pleasure simultaneously. One of your hands grips his shoulder, and you let out a short moan. You move slowly, trying to grow accustomed to the size at first, and Bruce lets you do your thing.

You begin to move up and down and, even though you don’t take all of him just yet, you already feel pleasure beginning to grow inside you. As you begin to relax as well, Bruce begins to take control back. His hands right on your hips measure your movements from time to time, and you begin to stop having control over the sounds that leave your mouth.

He pulls your hips down with each movement, making you take more of him with each one. You glue your lips to his again, wanting to mask your own pleasure, but you moan even louder when Bruce pulls on your hips to sit entirely on his lap. You feel full and pleasure courses through you to a point that even the slight discomfort feels good.

You try to move upwards again, but Bruce doesn’t let you. You whine against his lips, and he remains his hands over your hips, fingers on your soft flesh while measuring your every movement. You squeeze him, and Bruce groans onto your kiss as well.

“Please.” You whisper at him in between the kisses.

He lets you move a bit, but you feel him make sure that you always go entirely down each time.

With each thrust, you feel lightheaded, lost in the pleasure, and completely melted into his hold, but you don’t ever stop.

Everything feels so good and as his touch continues to roughen with what seems each night that you spend together, your bliss only grows.

The room’s silence fills with the sound of your moans, Bruce’s groans, and the slapping of the skin. Your hearing begins to muffle, and Bruce pulls away from your kiss to attach his lips to the skin of your neck. His lips move over to your chest, and one of his hands lifts from your hip, his thumb now over your clit. You moan louder, and his lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You fasten the movements of your hips, and so do Bruce’s over your clit. The pleasure, at one point, almost feels like too much, and you feel like you can’t take it anymore.

You cling onto Bruce as you keep going, and you feel him pinch your clit ever so slightly. You cry out at the feeling and throw your head back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Bruce’s lips come back to your neck and he feels you squeeze him entirely. Your sounds, either the ones from your voice or from the wet skin slapping each time, and now the way your walls squeeze him perfectly gets him closer too, but he focuses on you instead, each and every time.

His fingers begin to work over your clit with more pressure and a bit of a faster pace and he notices as you mimic his pace as well. You moan in response. You feel yourself getting closer and closer and so does he.

He continues to also make sure you go down enough and with a simple thrust, you finally bring yourself to your peak. Pleasure explodes throughout your body, making you experience an orgasm like never before. Bruce makes sure that he rides out your orgasm, making it last and making you feel each and every second of it.

You lean your head over his shoulder as it begins to calm down, and Bruce slows down. You bring your head up and look him in the eyes before kissing him. His rough hands work through your sides as you continue seated with him inside you, hard. Your fingers lay over his skin and when you pull back, you let out a whisper, almost as if just remembering it.

“You didn’t come.” You tell him, a weak whisper against his lips.

Bruce leans closer and your foreheads touch, lips still hovering one another.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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davidlcki · 1 year

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christmas!battinson?! kissing under the mistletoe? snow fights in the garden? baking cookies? PLEASE

wayne manor christmas

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU ANON THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! happy early holidays everyone! i hope you all enjoy, although my writing skills aren’t at 100% currently.

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: none :)

you woke up this morning with a start. bruce however was not ready to get up, moaning tiredly as you roll over on top of his sleeping figure.

“bruce! come on let’s get up!” you whisper shout as you card your fingers through his black hair. he opens one eye to peer down at you.

“what’s the occasion?” he asks sarcastically, his voice was low and hoarse from sleep. you roll your eyes and sit up, tugging him by his arm until he unwillingly stands up. once he was on his feet and you smothered him with kisses, he began to perk up and even show you one of his rare smiles. what made this morning better was the snow that was steadily falling outside. it was christmas morning and you were too eager to head downstairs and exchange presents with bruce.

“here’s yours my good sir” you hand the present to him gracefully and watch eagerly as he rips off the wrapping. his eyes visibly light up as he observes your gift to him. it was an expensive watch that he had been eyeing for MONTHS but never got around to buying.

“my watch! i love it, thank you honey” bruce kisses your lips gently and you could feel him smile against you. “here, open yours”

you open the present quickly, too excited to see what lies inside. once pulling the box open, you were met with the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen. he knew your taste perfectly. you were too afraid to ask how much it cost.

“bruce! it’s beautiful, thank you!” you nearly knock him backwards as you throw your arms around him and kiss him all over for the second time that day. the two of you spent another hour, talking and opening your smaller gifts for each other. before deciding to bake cookies for the christmas party you were hosting tonight.

“do we really have to host the party?” bruce asks, to which alfred gives a glare.

“yes, master wayne. it would be good for you to connect with some old friends, don’t you think?”

“plus we can show off our christmas decorations” you give an encouraging smile and pull out the christmas cookie ingredients.

baking took a lot longer than it should have. you were either throwing flour at each other, or shielding the raw dough from bruce who would have eaten it all if you let him. but alas, you eventually got the cookies baking in the oven.

“mission accomplished!” you high five bruce, which creates a cloud of flour. bruce had white handprints all over his clothes, and on his nose and cheeks.

“you got a little something” you point at your own nose, and bruce gives you a scowl.

“really? i didn’t notice” he throws sarcasm at you, and sticks his hand into the pile of flour on the counter. before you could react, he had rubbed it all down your face and shirt.

“oh my god!” you smack his hands away and gasp with shock, although a smile was tugging at your lips.

the two of you ended up showering while the cookies baked, and by the time you were finished getting ready, people were arriving for the party. you and bruce were in ugly christmas sweaters that you insisted would be cute to wear as you greeted guests that arrived. you enjoyed catching up with old friends, and even though bruce wasn’t enthusiastic, you could tell he enjoyed the socializing at least a little bit.

you both had an overwhelming feeling of normalcy, not having to worry about crime in the city as much, it seemed batman’s presence had really made it die down. it felt good to be able to breathe, and have something as normal as a party.

an hour in, the two of you were socially drained. you stood off under a wide doorframe, lost in a conversation that you didn’t have to force out like around guests. suddenly, bruce looks up. furrowing your brows, you follow his gaze and notice a mistletoe hanging above the two of you. you look back at him, giving him that ‘really?’ stare, along with a playful smile.

“did you plan this?” you cock your head to the side, bruce copies your head tilt and steps closer to you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugs and places a hand on your waist. his other hand gracefully balanced a wine glass. you on the other hand, nearly spilled your drink down his back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you connected your lips with his, the kiss was passionate, a kiss reserved for when it’s just you and him (how convenient that the mistletoe is just out of the party’s eye?). no matter how long you’ve known bruce, every kiss felt like the first with him. the sparks never fade, but only grow stronger. hell, you felt like a highschooler.

the party flew by quickly with the help of being tipsy, and when you gave your farewells to all the guests you noticed the snow outside. the light from the moon bounced off of the powdery substance and you guessed there was maybe 2-3 feet of snow now. you gave bruce the look, and he immediately shook his head no.

“please!!” you clasp your hands together and show puppy eyes in a silent beg, and bruce quickly gives in.

in an instant you were in your winter clothes and out into the night, trudging through the snow filled garden with a childlike wonder in your eyes. you turned to bruce to speak to him, but were instantly met with a snowball to the shoulder. you gasp in fake shock, and you suddenly felt like you were in a gunslinger stand off. the two of you made eye contact, waiting to see who would make the first move. quickly, you run behind a bush and begin to create snowballs that you hurled at bruce. you managed to dodge (most of) them, but when you popped up from your bush again, you noticed he was gone. carefully, you creep through the garden, armed with two snowballs.

“bruuuuuuceeeee” you sing out teasingly, tossing the snowball up and down in your gloved hand. before you could even react, bruce pops out from behind a tree and charges at you. you manage to throw one snowball before he gets to you, and sends the two of you crashing to the ground. you let out a scream, followed by laughter from the both of you. you take a breath to calm down, but fall into a fit again at the sight of bruce’s face absolutely covered in snow.

“oh that’s funny?” he teases, grabbing your face and shaking the snow off of him onto you.

“hey, hey!!!” you grab his own face to stop him, the two of you were now dripping with melted snow. you kiss one of the snowflakes off of his cheek near the corner of his mouth, and when you pull back he catches you in another kiss on the lips. you smile against him and kiss back eagerly.

“can we go back inside now?” bruce’s voice was shaking slightly as he smiled at you, and it made you aware of how cold you were yourself.

“good idea”

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 8 months

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Alternative Universe Father-In-Law

Word Count: 2,700

Summary: Bruce enters a portal by mistake, leading him to bring back someone from another universe for a nice breakfest.

Pairing: Bruce x female!reader

Notes: I enojyed the comic and the animated movie where thomas meets bruce and i had an idea to write for it. also give alfred some well desserved flowers in being a dad. #alfreddesreveshisflowers

Warnings: dad that has come back with the milk

'I am telling you, Lois. Clark is stubborn, but he has a weak spot; mention the missing turkey of '08, and he will shut up and let you do whatever you want. "

'Wait! That really works?'

'Of course, it does. I have known Clark for 7 years, and I was the witness to that crime, so just mention it: he will fall back, trust me. Now I have to go. I am home.'

'Thanks, doll!'

'No worries, bye!'

Opening the big door, you enter with your phone nestled on top of your shoulder as you held the grocery bags. Stepping into the manor, you noticed the living room where Alfred was dusting behind the plasma screen.

'Mistress y/n. Welcome back.' The cheerful butler spoke as he walked to you, grabbing the grocery bags

'Thank you, Alfred. How was your day?' I asked him, striding next to him as we entered the spacious kitchen that held the marble island in the middle, placing the bags on top of it

'My day was good. The gardener came by and took care of the bush that Master Damian had 'shaped' with his swords yesterday. Although the poor man left with a terrible mind haze after finishing the Herculean task, managing to shape it back into a proper bush, and not some rhombus as Master Damian did.'

'Do remind me to tell Damian to leave the shrubs at peace. Maybe he can use those swords' skills to cut up meat when we have BBQs.'

'That seems like a great idea.'

The two hushed and resumed their conversation as Damian entered, his smile non-existent, his eyes scrunched into a tight-knit. You turn to him, saying with a slight chuckle

'Speak of the devil. What's up, Dami?'

The child walked between Alfred and you, crossing his arms and with a deep sigh, he articulated gradually

'Father has disappeared.'

You look at Alfred, knowing fully well that sometimes Bruce disappears to follow a clue, 'He will turn up by the end of the day. Bruce is like that, don't worry, sweetheart.'

'That is true, even before his vigilante lifestyle, Master Bruce was always the one to go with no notice but always turned up when his belly rumbled.'

With a giggle nestled in Alfred's sentence, Damian spoke again, shaking his head 'No. Father and I have been working on a portal and when I was grabbing a tool, he connected two wires, which opened a portal and pulled him in. By the time I came close, the portal closed.'

Looking at Alfred with a concerned look, you spoke what you two were thinking, 'And how come you two didn't tell us about that portal?'

Damian shook his head 'I-I have no clue, y/n.'

'Okay... and do you know where the portal leads to?'

'Between our world and other 456 parallel universes.'

fuck

Sighing deeply, you look at Damian 'So we have 1 in a 456 chance of finding him?'

'Yes. So are we going?' Damina asked, ready to jump into the adventure of the chance to jump from one universe to another

'No. We aren't. Damian, I can barely turn on the TV here without asking for help. And by no means will I manage to open a portal. We only have to wait and be next to the Bat computer to see if there are any anomalies. If an anomalie happens, I know someone who can help us.' I say, looking at the small assasin child

Damian looks up at you, his eyes asking questions, 'Who do you know, mother?'

'A friend, someone I knew way before you and Bruce. Even before I met Clark.'

You look at Alfred smiling 'He will show up, right Alfred?'

Alfred responds, faying his smile 'Of course, Misstress y/n.'

While the day dragged along in a snail-pace of time, you felt yourself doze off on the bat computer, a small trail of drool leaving a trail on the keyboard that was far too uncomfortable, but when you are fatigued, anything can be a pillow, and that stiff neck fo yours is a problem in the morning.

A shift in the air moved and circled, stirring you up from your slumber. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the luminous light that materialized in the Batcave, the wind pushing around the whirlpool of light as a tall, a dark shadow exited out. Staying up on numb legs, you felt the same pull you felt with Bruce, a warm safe space that drew you two always closer.

'Bruce?' you asked cautiously as you paused. The shadow you saw his features, the sharp hairstyle that was always in place, his tall and muscled build that was engraved in your mind. You knew that was him. Moving to him, you felt a wave of relief wash over you but another one followed, disappointment.

'Where were you?! We were worried sick about your stupid ass! How could you not tell me that you were making a goddamn portal in the house, Bruce!' you directed your words at him, the light of the rustled and shined over his taller-than-usual figure but nonetheless, you continued, 'And don't think for a fact you went to another universe that means I will get any sympathy from me. You are sleeping on the couch for the next 3 weeks.'

As the portal began to size down the light shimmered down you step back letting yourself catch a breath, sure you were mad but you were also glad that he was alive.

With the portal gone, the shadow started to dissipate bringing back the man you loved. You waited, a small smile on your face as you heard him speak a few shades deeper than what you know 'You were right. She is a firecracker.' Stepping back few more steps at the unfamiliar tone you watched a shape move behind him tall as him, same as him, did Bruce duplicate?

Leaning on the Bat computer, ready to press the button on the keyboard to call the remainder of the Bat Family you watched carefully as one moved closer to you, revealing... Bruce, your Bruce with a small smile.

'Sorry I was gone, dalrin.''

'Bruce, what is going on?'

'I met someone along the way.' Bruce steps for you to see the man that you talked to, with one confident step the man steps to you, his features coming to light, grey hair styled in a way that not even the wind could move one strand, his blue eyes decorated with wrinkles and his smile eerily identical to Bruce's looking at them side by side it struck you

'Love, this is my father, Thomas Wayne. In the universe I stumbled upon was a universe where my father was the Batman, and I was shot that night.'

Thomas smiled warmly at you, offering a hand to shake 'It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. L/n. Bruce has told me a great deal about you.' Shaking his strong hand, you think

What a great first impression. First, I thought he was Bruce and second I gave him an earful. What a great first impression.

'It is great to meet you, Dr. Wayne. I apologize for my actions beforehand, I thought you were Bruce and wel-'

'No worries about that. It is great to know that my son has someone who keeps him in check.' He spoke as you awkwardly laughed it off.

Bruce stood next to you, placing a hand on your waist 'Let's try this one more time. Father, this is Y/n, she is the love of my life, and the woman I wish to marry and spend the rest of my life.'

It's your time to be shocked yet again. You and Bruce never talked about it, only joking about being called Mrs.Wayne but he never communicated his desire to get married. Thomas glimpsed at the two of you, Bruce stood proudly with you while you tried your best to conceal your red cheeks and shocked eyes at his claims 'You better treat her right, son.' Thomas spoke

'He does, Dr. Wayne.'

You uttered, looking at the alternative universe father-in-law as Bruce examined your expression and in that moment, he felt himself fall in love yet again with you.

'How about we grab a bite? I am sure that Dr. Wayne would appreciate a good breakfast.'

Thomas nodded his head in agreement, beaming 'I'd love that, but y/n, no need for formalities. Call me Thomas. I haven't been a doctor in decades.'

'Sure. Thomas.'

Grabbing Bruce's hand you three exit the Batcave and head to the living room.

Strolling into the living room, you smelt Alfred's mouthwatering breakfast, scented the familiar maple syrup, and took notice of the sizzling bacon.

'I am bringing our guests.' You announced and Alfred cracked a smile as he watched you bring Bruce into the dining room where Damian was already seated. Alfred placed the lofty breakfast on the table. Pivoted to Bruce switching into scolding mode 'Now, young Master, I think we could have a great and lenghty chat about what goes in the Batcave.'

As Bruce stood behind you, Thomas' voice boomed into the ear of the butler 'I agree, Pennyworth. He surely needs that talk."

Alfred froze when he heard that voice. His eyes caught onto Thomas and he felt and thought that he was dead, joining the afterlife as there was no way that the deceased Thomas Wayne was standing before him.

'Master Wayne?' Alfred weaved quietly towards the man, and Thomas smiled 'Hello, old friend.'

He spoke, grabbing the longtime friend into a bone-crushing hug. Smiling at the interaction, Damian stood from his seat, walking towards his alternative universe grandfather 'So by my conclusion…you are my grandfather?'

Thomas stepped and crouched down to his eye level, smiling 'Yes, but I am. From another world.'

'I figured as much.'

Thomas looked at Damian and Bruce, his gaze shifting from one to another 'The resemblance is uncanny. He is your and y/n's copy.'

You felt yourself freeze as you interrupted him 'Thomas, he isn't mine. I--i mean he is my son but he didn't come from my stomach. Damian's mother is a leader of a group of assassins.'

Thomas stood up, watching his son 'You cheated, son?'

Bruce shook his head 'Father, no. Damian's mother and I met before me and y/n. Damian's mother was a --'

'She is a cold-hearted assassin who doesn't care about me or my well-being.' Damian cut in, saying what he considered his mother.

Thomas looks to the side, a bit shy about this situation, thanks Bruce.

Alfred coughs dryly, breaking the tension 'Let us all sit for a nice breakfast.'

Sitting next to Bruce you saw his smile, his true smile. The one reserved for you, comfort moments you both encountered and made, a smile that told you he felt at peace.

As everyone ate you desired to ask questions your father-in-law 'So Thomas, what do you think about Bruce being this world's Batman?'

Thomas looks at you a slight smile 'I always believed in the multiverse, and I alwats hoped that in one of them my son is alive and living his life. Being Batman, I suppose, is a part of the Wayne lineage, but what I mostly hold important in my heart is that my son is happy.' And he smiles bigger. 'And I can see that he truly is.’

Blushing at Thomas' words you looked at Bruce, your eyes twinkling with love while his blue irises showered you in silent praise 'I definitely am.'

Damian whispers to Thomas 'Thanks a lot. Now they will make-out in front of us.' Thomas laughs, whispering in the exact low tone 'That's good. It's better than to fight, besides, Martha adn I were the same. Always in love, never apart.'

Bruce turns to Damian saying slyly, 'You are aware that you are across the table, and not 40 meters away, Damian. We can still hear you.'

Damian rolls his eyes, playfully but nonetheless taking his grandfather's words to heart. It is definitely better for them to be in love and not fight. 'I have to feed Bat-Cow. Y/n, will you help me? I am too short to get the ball of hay.'

Smiling you stand up, leaving with Damian. Alfred, Thomas, and Bruce stayed at the table.

'Bat-Cow?' Thomas asked, perplexed, while his hands tingled

'No worries, Master Wayne. Thankfully, it is not a hybrid of a cow and bat; it is just a plain cow with an artistic name.' Alfred spoke

'Father, stay.' Bruce blurred out, declaring the thing he wished he would receive an optimistic answer to

'Bruce... I can't. If I stay long enough, my universe will disappear. Besides, if I did.... I don't want you to grieve all over again.'

'Believe me, Master Wayne...Master Bruce still grieves to this day.'

Thomas stands up from his seat, hugging his son 'I love you, Bruce. There is no need to grieve anymore. It won't change anything. You have no idea how much it brings me happiness to see you happy with Alfred, your son, and Y/n.’ Thomas didn't let Bruce stand up, not to see the small pixel-like specs encircling Thomas' legs. Alfred noticed the scene but stayed silent.

'When I see you looking at your son and Y/n I see myself and my life I had before that night. And it makes me so happy to see it. I know that it can be better. You make me proud every day, and will continue to do so."

The pixels reached Bruce's eyesight, standing up to look at hIs father, Bruce weakly said 'Stay...please.'

'It's not me to decide but I am happy I had a nice meal with your family.'

Kissing his forehead, Thomas dissipated back into his universe. Bruce looks at Alfred a small tears escaping his eye. The two men stand up, hugging each other, leaning on this moment. Bruce wanted to talk to his father more to make up for the lost and stolen time. It was time that he wanted nothing more than to be a son again. Alfred wanted to talk more to Thomas about Bruce. To tell him how he has matured, how he traveled the world and yet came back home, in Gotham, to make the city shine brighter than ever. To tell him how Bruce keeps an engagement ring for y/n ever since she moved into the manor but is not sure when to pop the question.

Both Bruce and Alfred wanted to tell him about their path of trying to grasp at straws to find justice in this forsaken town.

Pulling away from the hug Alfred spoke, 'As you can see, your father is proud at you. And I believe that goes for every Thomas Wayne in any alternative universe.'

Bruce looked at Alfred, nodding in confirmation 'I do believe that but I also am proud of the father that raised me as well. The one standing in front of me.'

Alfred's eyes twinkled in appreciation no words needed to be spoken at that response, there simply weren't those words that could how Alfred felt in this moment.

Steps echo closer and closer as you come back, with no sight of Thomas.

'Is he gone?' You ask, seeing Bruce walk to you, a smile on his face.

Bruce nods, hugging you, Feeling a bit sad at not being able to say goodbye to your father-in-law you ask Bruce 'How are you feeling?'

Pulling away Bruce chuckles 'Good. This moment made me realize some things. About my family.'

Bruce understood. The reason he went into that portal and brought his father here, it was a shifting moment for him, a moment to bring him in a more grateful state, he knew how lucky he was to have Alfred as his father figure, his son, and you, possibly his future fiancee.

That is until he pops the question.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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anitalenia · 9 months

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₊˚⊹♡ 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓 / 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒆 / 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 / 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔.

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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⎯ bad reputation [m]

[masterlist]

྾ pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader

྾ word count: 5.2k

྾྾ summary: when gotham’s millionaire invite you to his own house party, you know how it’s going to end. even if everyone knows his bad reputation, including you, with a one look, he takes you under his control and it’s even not the first time.

྾ ྾ ྾ explanation: requested by an anonymous by quoting from my post of “stories with song lyrics [a request post]”. request message: “My oh my with Bruce Wayne!” this story is one-shot and written by using lyric you can see below; my oh my from camila cabello. there was no specific gender about reader (female or male), so, I used ‘female’ pronouns. you can ask with male version of course. also, there was no specific bat version (bale, pattinson, comic or affleck), so, I chose pattinson’s bat version. So please don’t forget to mention these specific details in your requests for the next times. & thank you so much for your request dear anonymous! <3 I hope you and other readers will like this. <3

྾྾྾྾ warnings: [events takes place after the batman (2022) movie and selina is gone for a long time. not mention of her. also, this is my first time to write about bruce. i hope you will like it. and it was so long ago that I wrote explicit story, so, be aware and enjoy!] Mature content, rough oral sex and lots of kissing, a little blood mention, biting, licking, eating pussy, dom!bruce & sub!reader, use of pet/nicknames, dirty talk. may be force with you my precious readers! enjoy.

A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.”

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Bruce Wayne was one of the reputed people of Gotham. He was a mysterious one. Everyone in higher class of the city was talking about him. He was making people curious about him even if they hardly saw him in real life. His donations, speeches and gossips have been running in television, streets and higher grounds. Even politicians were talking about him. Bruce Wayne holds a strong connections and money in his pockets. Therefore, politicians wanted him to support them in their some specific election. All of these had began to happen right after Bruce Wayne helped both public and government with his donations, supplies and assistances on the great flood that hit Gotham a few years ago. Current Mayor’s, Bella Reál, positive comments about him were one of the other reasons why he hit the high spot on the Gotham city.

That’s when nearly all women and men began to recognize him. His pictures were everywhere in the news. People were talking about him. People were liking him. Reporters wanted to talk, men who were interested in politic or rich wanted to discuss business, women wanted to have dates with him. Some men including. You knew this because you were one of the reporters that created Gotham city’s new and important events to the public. You were good at your job and they let you investigate Bruce Wayne file whatever you like, including questioning people who he had contact with, or simply wanting an interview from them. It was an easy task though because people really love to talk about their meetings with him to show off. However, your little and harmless, as you thought, got attention of Bruce Wayne after you published a short article with a title of ‘Bruce Wayne’s Bad Reputation Among Women’ thanks to your co-worker’s, Addy, advice. You held so many interviews with women who had moments with Wayne at that moment. They were talking about how he was an unattainable man. Even if they wanted to spend more time with him, he was just asking them to think it as one night or one day case, gently as possible. They didn’t seem angry or sad at all. They were happy to have some moments with him even if it was time-limited.

With curiosity, you shared this article to see more of these women. Your liking and curiosity about this mysterious man began to rise each day and it was a fact that you did not experience the surprise inside for a long time when you saw him on the street where your workplace is located, center of the Gotham city. It was far away from his house and it was clear that he came for talking with you.

So, when you came to your senses, you stepped towards him, eventually, standing beside him on the pavement. He was sitting on his motorcycle on the street, his helmet on his right hand and other one is resting motorcycle’s hand clutch, showing his hands’ veins in an attractive way. His one of the foot was resting on corner of the pavement you stand on while other one stayed on foot rest of vehicle. His black a little skinny pants that showed his built thighs, and black boots was completed with his black leather jacket. You assumed he wore a black t-shirt under his jacket as well. With his black colored vehicle, this man was nothing but black’s itself. He looked so dark and you began to understand why women and men loved him in their own way.

This was first time you saw his face in real life, right in front of you. He was both handsome and attractive man, making you want to look at it for a long time. His expression was unreadable though. You were good at reading people thanks to your job but this man was really mysterious even for you. So, instead assuming something about his arrival, you waited him to speak first.

“Y/n L/n, is it?”

After hearing his low tone voice, you felt your breath hitched for a moment. You nodded, “And you must be Bruce Wayne.”

He smirked a little, looking like it didn’t appear on his face at all before turning back to his normal looking face. “I must.”

People were walking pass by your presences, not giving any attention to you. You knew they wouldn’t even think that Bruce Wayne would come to your workplace and talk with you. They didn’t except him in streets, in daylight because he came alive at midnight, not stepping to sunrise that much as they say.

With curiosity and the surprise you still felt under your skin, you asked, “To what do I owe your arrival, Ms. Wayne?” With other men and women, you were so confident. So brave. However, now, you felt naïve and weak under his dark colored eyes. He was making you weak with his strong presence and aura and each second made you realize why all of these people were under his influence. This man knew his effects on people.

“I saw some of your articles about me and I couldn’t help but feel curios about you.”

You looked confused, “You were curious about me?”

He shrugged, “You can be curious about me but I can’t?” His question reply to yours made you smile.

“You are Bruce Wayne. Everyone is curios about you. It’s not surprising thing for me to be curios about you as well, especially when it’s my job to share Gotham city’s important figure’s news to the public.”

He thought about your reply by looking you from head to toe. Your heat was rising in your blood due to his piercing gazes on your body. For a moment, you looked over your outfit, a slit type black skirt far above your kneecap and a white tight shirt with black boots. Your hair was lying on your chest from reaching over your shoulders. A not so pricey necklace was visible from the gap where your shirt’s first two button-down opened your breasts slightly. His eyes caught your necklace for a moment. Then, he turned to your face again. You hoped pink in your cheeks were invisible to his eyes but he looked like he already knew his effect on you.

“You are assuming some knowledge about me with people who I had interacts with but everyone knows how people can turn information to completely different one.”

“And what’s your suggestion about this, Ms. Wayne?”

He picked a card from his jacket’s pocket, giving it to you. “Next Friday, at 9 pm. It will be my pleasure.”

Without saying one more thing, he wore his helmet and disappeared from your sight, leaving you with an invitation card to his house party. “Bruce Wayne’s House Party’s Special Invitation Card”. And you could clearly see a hand-writing under this sentence; his phone number.

And now, you were standing at the corner of his huge living room, people around you, glass that filled with one of your favorite drink on your hand. While you were sipping your drink, your eyes were more focused on old-fashioned and glamorous room than people's faces. You already knew who came and who didn’t thanks to your searches. For some people, you even asked Bruce individually. After taking his phone number, you waited for him to text but he didn’t. So, it was your time to start a conversation with him this time. You just asked some daily stuff for first two days, not wanting him to see you as new-seeker and business freak. Yes, your job was important for you but not more important than people’s personal lives and decisions. It was Bruce’s choice to give you information about him. You respected him. He was a powerful but a humble man. You began to know about him after speaking with him by correspondence and voice conversation. You both even had two little date like event in previous week. His friendly approach made you surprise because you really couldn’t understand his motives about meeting with you. You thought he would ask you about some figures of Gotham city but he didn’t. He even didn’t ask your job deeply. He simply wanted to have you as a friend.

However, you knew he was going to ask something from you. This was clear as day. He invited you to his house part in which lots of specific figures showed up. You wanted to discuss gossips with them but your inner voice told you to wait for Bruce. So, you listened them. He texted you to wait at left corner of the room for 15 minutes. Then, he would come and pick you.

You took a breath. Checking your phone’s screen, you saw it was already 25 minutes now. He had to do really important things out there, you thought. It was hard to stand there with a black dress that shows your back to bare eyes. Your boobs were hanging there like with one push, they would pump outside. And there was a slit on the left side of the dress, coming to your thighs’ level. There was a little place that covered, making some eyes looking at you with lustful eyes. You cursed Addy inside your head because he picked this one for you while saying, “You got an invitation from Bruce Fucking Wayne! So, you had to look stunning baby. You should give him vibe of ‘Yes, I wore this one for you but you had to give me something to be able to take it off’. That’s would work on him.”

You didn’t lie to yourself. You wanted him to take this dress off of you. You couldn’t deny your liking on him anymore, especially after meetings, texts and conversations you had together behind people’s eyes, privately. He was really gentle. Whenever you two met, he wanted you to pick place where you would feel comfortable. He knew how men in Gotham were unpredictable and women could get protective. He wanted you to feel safe around him and you felt safe indeed.

As you took one last gulp, an unknown man came to your side, looking to your body shamelessly like he was picking a doll from a store. With a disgust look on your face, you turned to him, “Pardon?” You were questioning his presence in an annoyed tone but he didn’t look he understood you at all. All he did was standing still with a smirk on his face, “I thought a company will take your boring state away.” He took a gulp from his drink. You wanted to be sharp but he was one of the Bruce’s guests, so, it was difficult to act sharp with him. You didn’t want to unpleased Bruce.

“Thank you for your concern but I am good the way I am.” You added, “Alone.”

“From what I see, you need a company sweetie.” Oh, he began to use nicknames like you were his close friend. Disturbing. “And I don’t see any other perfect company for you either.”

“Then, you should look behind.”

A sharp and low toned voice came to unknown man’s behind, catching both you and his attention. And there he was, Bruce Wayne, with his whole glory. He looked so powerful while looking untouchable, contrast the other man who is now looking a bit irritated and scared because of Bruce’s presence. You guessed he was an unwanted but required guest in here. Bruce took his place beside you, holding you from the waist, closing your body to his built one that visible even with his expensive suit. His scent made you feel dizzy once again. This wasn’t the first time he touched you but every time, he made your heart’s race go crazy.

Other man looked at his hand on your waist, then again your faces. Trying to display a smile, “What a pleasure to see your face Ms. Wayne.” He added, “Finally.”

Bruce didn’t look annoyed by his comment, instead, he nodded, “And thanks for coming Ms. Kline. Enjoy your drink.”

Without waiting for his answer, he took you from waist and began to walk towards the stairs on the left, away from other people’s eyes. You were surprised how he didn’t make anyone know his presence in the room. He was good at hiding his presence, you could him give that. With his ability’s advantage, he easily made to enter an empty room with you his side.

When you entered the room, he left your waist, making you sad for a second before you came to your senses. Acting like he wasn’t making you excited, you smiled, “You are really my savior.”

He looked tense with your statement. Then, he nodded, opening the little balcony of the room. Outside’s air hit your face, making you feel fresh and alive. Gotham’s nights always made you feel alive. Unlike daylight, dark lights’ of the nights was the only thing that cooled the hot blood running through your veins. Batman, who was very popular at the moment, was another reason for it though. He was making you feel safer, not like Bruce did though. You placed your empty glass on the small table in front of the fireplace in the bookcase that occupies half the room. There was just one couch beside table, looking directly at the fireplace. When Bruce sat down on the couch after picking a bottle of drink from a small fridge with two glasses, you stepped towards the balcony. Wanting him to follow you, you said, “A nice night, isn’t it?” Getting your gesture, he took his place beside you, resting his hands on the balcony’s rail like you did. You looked down with a shudder when the gentle breeze blew through your bun but messy hair towards your neck. Where you were standing was looking at the larger garden of the big house, which you can call as a mansion, leaving the front entrance just on your left. People were coming from time to time, leaving their expensive cars to different valets. You could see ladies and gentlemen stepping inside, wanting to meet with Bruce Wayne who is currently standing right beside you like it was not his own party.

You looked at him and he was already looking at you with an unreadable expression on his handsome face. You felt excited and nervous at the same time as the first time you saw him, “What?”

He shrugged, looking at the shining moon, “You really like the nights, right?”

You nodded, looking at the moon, “There's something about nights that cools me down for a long time. It makes me feel alive” You smiled, “Also, now we have someone who makes it safer.”

Bruce stayed silent for a certain moment. “Do you like him?”

His choice of words, not saying ‘Batman’ but ‘him’, made you confused but you thought that he just didn’t like him that much. “I don’t know if I like him because I never saw him in real life.” You shrugged , “But he makes me feel safer than before even if he sounds like a myth.”

Bruce’s heavy gazes met with yours, looking like he wants to tell something but he can’t. You didn’t say more. Looking his eyes were enough for you to forget about the world. Then, his right hand touched your cheek. If he gave you a kiss, you would give him everything, you knew it. And in that exact moment, before waiting any time for you to get used to his touch on your cheek, his lips met with yours gently, like he read your mind.

World seemed like a dream for you at that moment. When your lips moved melodiously with his cold ones without your control, your heart beats began to hit your chest like it was going to break free from inside to outside. It just took like 5 seconds of kissing but it was already the best kiss you had.

As he began to taking himself back from your lips, you connected them again without thinking twice. Need for feeling him this close to you was spreading inside your body system like venom. But you didn’t mind. You would welcome every poison and venom he gave you if they would make you feel this good. Thanks to your open invitation and sign of that you want this made him brave with his touches. His hand on your cheek began to caress it while other one held your waist and making your body collapse to each other with a strong pull.

Your chest hit his built ones and you knew he was feeling your breasts on his chest because of the thin fabric of the dress and not wearing any bra under it. Deepening the kiss, your nipples hardened, meeting with his chest with a painful feeling. You wanted more. You wanted him to touch you literally in everywhere.

Suddenly, he left your lips, looking directly at you with lust and passion inside his dark colored pupils. Your hands were resting on his wide shoulders when he talked, “I want you to make sure about this.”

He really looked like he want to break you but he was asking your permission before doing this. How he was so cute and gentle even if in this moment. You knew his bad reputation among women. He was clearly warning you about this. These women’s speeches began to run inside your head, making you both feel jealous and sad at the same time. You placed your head on his neck, taking deep breaths, closing your eyes, “I know this is going to be one night think, Bruce. But, I-“ You took a deep breath, “I don’t want it to be. So, we should stop before going further. I don’t want to ruin what we have.” You added, lowly, “Even if I want this so badly.”

A long silence welcomed you. You cursed yourself. He was one step ahead to make you feel the most precious woman in the world and you simply denied it. On the other hand, your logical side was telling you that you did the right thing.

Your loving and logical sides were in a internal fight when you felt his fingers under your chin, lifting your head to up, making you look directly at his shining eyes. He shook his head to left and right a little, caressing your chin with his long and thin fingers, he said, “You got me wrong, Y/n.” He looked at your lips, then, your eyes again. “I want you to make sure about this because once I will have you, I will always be.”

You eyes widened at what he was referring to; this wasn’t going to be one night thing for him unlike he had with other people. He was going to have you in every night and day.

A smiled appeared on your face, out-of-control, “Then, you should be the one who will make sure, Bruce.” You looked at his lips, “Because once I let you, I will want it always.”

As if that was the last thing to take away his control, his lips met with your once again but with a rough way. His hand in waist pushed you to your behind, making your back met with narrow the wall of the balcony. Now, you were right in front of the entrance of the mansion. If they looked carefully, they could easily see two people making out.

You wanted to go inside but Bruce didn’t give you any chance by capturing your body inside his huge and strong body. When he finally left your lips, you took breaths one after another, feeling like your lungs would faint if he kisses like this again but wanting it anyway. So, when he didn’t go for second kiss, you felt sad but this ended when he went for your neck, leaving kisses, licks and bites here and there. Your little moans hitched every time he bit your skin. Marks that he left would be visible tomorrow, you knew it.

Your hands began to work on his black suit’s black jacket while his right hand began to run on your skin from kneecap to your inner thighs, making you took breaths more because of feeling so hot and high due to his skin heater touches.

As he held your leg from your inner thigh to place it on his waist, you felt your core to twist in joy. With every new touch coming from him, need and lust became bigger to handle. He was taking really slow but you already wanted him inside you.

After removing his jacket, you opened his white shirt’s first three bottoms but his other free hand stopped yours. After seeing your confused and taken expression, he kissed your shoulder, “Not this time,” He sounded sad, “If you don’t mind.”

You just respected his choice, nodding, “How you comfortable with.”

Then, he continued to kiss you from your shoulders to your breasts. His hand never left your thigh, instead, his grip tightened. There would probably his hand’s mark tomorrow like those on your neck. He really wanted to claim you, you thought and his needy made you feel like you took a mind-blowing drug. He was your mind-blowing drug.

After kissing and licking exposed parts’ of your breaths, he kneeled in front of you, making your eyes widened in shock. Bruce Wayne was on his knees, in front of you, his head right beside your pussy. You could feel his hot breath on that part of your body. He then placed your exposed leg to his shoulder, looking directly at your eyes with such great lust inside them. Knowing what would come next, you held your breaths. Heart hitting on your chest, back and forth, sweats placing on your palms and nape, and dangerous hot feelings running from head to toe. It was so much for you too handle even without having him inside your core. Bruce Wayne was both your poison and antidote.

“Higher.”

His low voice sent another joy to your core. From his gesture to your drees, you understood what he was asking you; lifting your dress higher, to your abdomen, for leaving him enough space to taste you.

You followed his order, lifting it, and showing your black lace underwear to him. One moment you felt so shy, but when he began to kiss your inner thigh and continuing to your clothed pussy from there, you felt so wonderful. With a fast and sudden move, he removed your underwear, tossing it to inside. Cold air of the night hit your now exposed pussy and with a last look to your face, his tongue began to work on it, making you feel more lustful than before.

He was really good at making you feel high and good with his tongue movements on your clit. You didn’t want to think about his previous sex partners. It was making you sad and in this moment you just wanted to feel him, not thinking any other thing except him.

When he licked your clit deeper, you felt his tongue’s tip inside, making you moan higher. “Bruce –“ You couldn’t think straight, and people were keeping to come and with one look they could see you being eaten by Bruce Wayne while resting your back on the wall. You felt shy and excited about whole situation in which people could see you but wouldn’t eventually. But the chances were enough to make your core twitch.

You closed your eyes to feel more, and when you did, his presence became heavier and more burning for you to handle. He was eating you like you were his last meal for his whole life, like you were the most delicious thing he could taste of.

When his perfect movements on your clit continued, you felt something familiar inside your abdomen, coming from there to your core. Climax weren’t so far, it was clear both for you and Bruce thanks to your rising moans.

With a last and the deepest tongue licking, your climax came and juices began to fall to your thighs. Bruce’s tongue stayed where it is, licking your juices, swallowing it, making you feel dizzy at the sight. He even licked those that poured to your thighs, then, leaving little kisses to there.

As he finished his job under there, he stood up, licking the last juices of your climax on his lips. This sight only could make you cum again.

But, he had other intentions with you as you got from his expressions, “I really want to see you naked,” He said, closing gap between your bodies, “But I don’t want to waste this dress, looking so good on you after you wore it for me.”

You tried to look somewhere else by feeling shy at his statement. Unlike you, he was good at reading you, so, you didn’t waste your time to deny it. Instead, you smirked in a teasing way, “Don’t act like you just want to fuck me though it.”

He shook his head, “No, I am not denying it beauty,” He kissed your lips, “I want to fuck you through it, and I will.”

He both hit your body with his words and clothed cock. When you felt his hard and clothed cock on your abdomen, your greedy and needy expression placed on your face once again. His little and low chuckle filled your ears after your sudden moan because of feeling him so close, “How needy for me.”

He unbuckled his belt and opened his zipper, then, he lowered his pants to his thighs, leaving his now exposed thick and large cock in sight. Even if he didn’t fully take his pants, his built thighs were visible to your eyes, wondering how it would feel to ride on them. How you became a naughty one thanks to him.

Not thinking about any other thing, your hands grabbed his cock. With a little squeezer, his little moan became more audible for you. Proud smile on your face while your was working on his cock made him sent dangerous gazes towards you. Then, he took your hand, making it leave his cock which was to your disappointment because you wanted him to feel good. “Don’t worry,” His mouth were beside your ear, sound running from it to inside, “You will have other times to please me with your hands and mouth, beauty.” The way using words in such a penetrating way was one of his ultimate abilities. “Now, it’s time to make you feel good.”

You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up by the waist. Now he positioned himself after a heartwarming glance at your perfectly clear pussy. As your eyes met, his cock entered your core, making you shake on your place and moan at highest volume. He was too big for you to handle. He knew it, so, he waited without moving inside you for you to adjust his length. His kisses on your face, neck and breasts didn’t stop until you spoke, “Please, move.”

His pace was slow at first. He was so gentle with you. But you wanted more. You wanted to feel him in everywhere. So, you held his hair a little bit harshly, to make him look at you. “Don’t be gentle, Bruce.” You kissed his lips. Pressing your head with his, you said, “I want to feel all of you. Please, make me feel so good that I can think nothing else except you.”

He looked surprised at your request first but then he came to his senses, the most dangerous smirk placed in his face, “As you wish, my love.”

Both the nickname he gave you, and hit coming from his cock was the last clear things you remember before totally going crazy because of his deep and fast hits. He was holding you by your thighs, your back was resting on the wall and his cock met with your core with a non-stop pace. He was fucking you like so strong and deep that you believed he had unhuman power over your body. He wasn’t stopping, he was just fucking you and he imprisoned your body between his strong one and wall behind you. With each strong trust, your back hit wall, his hair became messy like yours and you knew your dress already became a disaster.

He was man of his word.

“Bruce –“ You tried to say among your moans, “It’s too much – !” Your eyes closed for a moment before looking at his concentrated face, “I – I can’t handle –“

You couldn’t finish your sentence when you felt a familiar on your abdomen once again.

He looked at you with an unmerciful way, “You were the one who was asking beauty.” He kissed your forehead, “Don’t take your words and take it all.”

Then, he began to his previous fast pace. That was when you heard an approaching steps to where you to were making love.

“We should stop, they can hear us –“

But Bruce didn’t stop, he didn’t skip a moment while fucking your brain out, “Then let them hear you.” He looked at the door, then, turned to you. “Let them hear how good I am fucking your brain out.”

His pace now were faster and deeper too much that you couldn’t think he could go this far, this strong.

Your each moan became more audible with his each trust. You could no longer hear the world around you. It was just him and you, and your bodies together.

“I am close.” You informed him.

“Then, cum.” He kissed you toughly enough to make your lips bleed a little. “Cum on my cock. ”With your one last high-pitched moan, you cum on his cock, buried in you. You closed your eyes, head resting on his shoulder. He kept his trust for some more time and then, he filled you with his own cum. Both of your cum were falling from your core to thighs, giving you sign of that the whole thing was not a dream. He was real and he was holding you still.

His left hand held your ass while other one held you by waist after he slowly took his cock off of you. You were hugging and you wondered how he fucked you so good while holding your body for entire time and how he still had power to hold it still.

He put a kiss on your forehead again, making you feel loved by him. “I should tell Alfred end the party and want guests to leave.” He went inside, leaving your weak body on couch. “Wait for me in here. It will not take long. When I came back, we will take a shower and sleep. Okay?” You nodded, and one last kiss on your lips, he left the room and before leaving he gave you a clean towel for cleaning yourself.

This was the best sex you had in your entire life. And you knew it would continue each day.

He fucked you so good and at the same time, he loved you.

As you began to clean yourself, door behind you opened again, and Bruce’s now pink colored face came into view. He looked at the room, then at you, then at room again. “And the night was wonderful. Thank you. You –“ He looked at you again, “You were amazing.”

Then, without waiting for an answer, he left the room. You chuckle at yourself. He fucked you so hard back there and after one moment, he became the cutest person you have met. This man will going to death of you.

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