Summary: You have become the private nurse of your childhood friend Bruce Wayne, who is trying to find out how he feels about you, but it seems he has lived too long in the dark.
Words: 1648
Warning: blood, injuries, mention of rape (No spoilers!)
A/N: When I saw Batman several ideas came to my mind, but I couldn’t seem to put them on paper, it was very frustrating, but by some miracle (@maah-sama) I managed to think of something I hadn’t even imagined heeheheh So let’s go from a dark and sad Bruce.
Bruce got out of the Batmobile with great difficulty, he leaned his hand on the window glass and didn’t even notice the bloodstain he had left there. His legs didn’t want to answer his command and he tried his best not to fall, but they gave up on him the next step and he howled in pain as his aching body fell to the ground, he doesn’t know how long he sat in the cold, but it was long enough for a hand to help him and put an arm around his neck. It was Alfred, he looked at him with more concern when he saw the dripping blood, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from but he knew it was serious so Alfred did his best to get him to the couch, Bruce softened his body more and looked where Alfred was going.
“I don’t want doctors here” he spoke snidely when he saw Alfred pick up the phone, the butler looked at him and typed in a number he knew.
You didn’t even take ten minutes to get to Wayne’s mansion, Alfred ran out of the house with an umbrella when he saw a taxi parked. You and he rushed in and you were already close to your best friend, the one who turned into Batman at night. Bruce jumped slightly when your hand touched the bruise on his stomach, you kissed his forehead and began to tend to his injuries.
maybe need a threesome with rob pattinson and andrew garfield after these pictures of a dinner party in LA
like imagine a crossover with andrew spiderman and rob batman where they have to collaborate together cos ur a vilain in gotham city and they finally caught you (thanks to peter web ???) ans they both decide to teach you a lesson for being bad and naughty ??
Just saw the batman premiere tonight and I think I’m just gonna praise robert pattinson (again), I feel like it’s the first batman on who I can identify myself and have empathy for him
Also it give me a lots of “I can fix him” vibe and I fucking love it
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smutty, sexual tension, lots of sex, smidge of spanking, dirty talk, swear words
Summary: Bruce has been so busy with his work lately he’s had no time for you, so you decide to tease him and face the best kind of consequence
Type: One shot
Bruce was eager to get you home after the stunt you pulled in the restaurant. Trying to act all innocent and cute, but he saw right through you. He knew exactly what you were up to.
He was so busy with his work he wasn’t paying attention to you at all. Having enough you took matters into your own hands. Deciding that tonight you would tease him beyond belief, so you could get what you want.
“Strip.” He commanded slamming the door behind him as he ripped his jacket off.
Not wasting another moment your dress and heels were flung across the room. Your eyes trained on him the whole time waiting for his next command.
“Panties.” He pointed quickly between you legs telling you to take those off.
Tugging them down your legs slowly as you stayed bent over wiggling your hips. Smirking to yourself when you saw him grind his teeth together in frustration.
“Take your bra off now.” He was ready to have you bent over his lap at this moment, but right now he just wanted to tear into you.
Watching as you unclipped your bra tossing it with the rest of the clothes. His eyes looking your body up and down taking in his prize. Trying not to clench your thighs together when the pressure between your legs was becoming too much.
“Bend over the couch.” Nodding toward the letter furniture you skipped towards the couch bending over the armrest.
Arching your back a little more as you kept your eyes trained in front of you. Hearing his footsteps echoing behind you as you could now sense he was standing directly behind you.
Growling deeply when he saw just how exactly wet you were. Feeling like it was dripping down your legs at this point. You needed him so badly you felt like you could cry.
Hearing the familiar clank of him undoing his belt. Tugging his pants down and unbuttoning his shirt as he eyes remained on you the whole time. Standing in his boxers as he rubbed himself through the material.
The only sounds that could be heard was your heavy breathing and his groaning. The room was becoming thicker and hotter with need. Feeling yourself start to break out into a sweat already.
Reaching a hand under you hoping Bruce wouldn’t notice, and to start rubbing slow and deep circles around your clit gasping at how sensitive you were. Just wanting to feel something since he was just standing there not doing anything.
Bruce caught on to what you were doing, and he sneered at your actions. A hand coming down on your cheek making you jump removing your hand. Seconds later feeling the sting from his hand making you hiss.
“Stand up.” Standing up straight you watched as he moved to the front of the couch sitting down.
Pulling his boxers to his ankles as you watched in awe his cock spring up against his stomach. Drooling at the sight of it. Noticing how red and veiny he was meaning he was just as turned on as you.
A hand reaching down to pump his cock as he looked between your legs. Standing there as you bit your lip so hard you might draw blood. Patiently waiting for him to tell you what to do next.
“Come here love.” He waved you to him to which you walked over and stood in front of him moving one leg to the side of his waist, and then moving the other leg.
His hands immediately gripped onto your hips as he sat you down directly on him. Knowing that your arousal was just soaking his cock to prepare himself. Gently rocking your hips back and forth making him growl.
Stopping your movements as he lifted you up so that you were just now hovering over him. Looking down to see his cock twitching with a little pre cum leaking from his tip.
“Well go on darling stick me in.” Hearing those words was like music to your ears.
Grabbing his cock tightly making him hiss as you maneuvered him so he was directly under your pussy. Slowly sitting down as you felt his tip piercing through your folds. Gasping as was fully pushed inside of you now.
Feeling his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to control his hips. He wanted to start pounding into you hard, but he also wanted to wait for you to adjust.
“Fuck just like that love.” Bruce mumbled against the skin of your neck. “Ride my cock.”
Moving your hips up and down when you felt him fully stretched inside of you. Hands gripping the back of the couch as you rode him while looking into his eyes. Sex with Bruce was always so intimate and passionate.
Bruce knew you wanted more so he pushed up on his feet so he could meet your thrusts. Crying out when you two found the perfect rhythm. His cock filling you to the brim.
“Such a good girl takin my cock so well.” He continued with words of encouragement. He was always one for dirty talk even if you weren’t the most vocal.
“Oh god.” You moaned as you leaned your head back giving him complete access to your neck. “Love your cock.”
“Greedy little woman.” He growled as his lips attached to your exposed nipples. “Couldn’t stop to wait for me.”
“Desperate to feel me inside that tight cunt of yours.” Biting on the nubs making your hand reach up to grab his hair and tug. “Always want me to fuck you like an animal.”
“Want everyone to hear what a little whore you are.” His words only turned you on even more. “Wanna hear you scream my name.”
“Bruce.” You cried out as you roughly slammed down onto his cock. Your legs becoming very sore, but you still kept going.
“Fucking say it again.” His tone very dark and seductive. “Say my name so everyone knows whose fucking you.”
“Bruce oh god Bruce.” Screaming out as you felt your pussy squeezing him hard making him groan, and grip your hips so hard bruises would form. You really didn’t care if anyone did hear you too focused on Bruce at the moment.
Your legs covered in sweat as they stuck to Bruce’s thighs every time you moved up. Feeling his hands moving up and down your body along with the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk for weeks.” Groaning against your chest as he looked down to where you two were connected. “Soaking my cock ready for me.”
“Shit right there Bruce.” You squealed as his cock hit your sweet spot. “God feels so good.”
“You like that sweetheart?” His tone teasing as he looked up to your euphoric face. “My cock feel good inside of your cunt darling?”
“Oh god yes Bruce please don’t stop.” Closing your eyes as you felt yourself losing control.
“Oh baby I won’t stop until your begging me to stop.” He chuckled as the scruff of his newly shaved skin brushing against your neck.
His hands quickly spreading your legs further apart so he could get deeper inside of you. Feeling every inch of him your moans of pleasure echoing all across the room. His hands all over your body intensifying your senses.
“Nobody else can fuck you like I can.” A sharp slap was heard and your ass cheek was on fire. “This delicious pussy is mine.”
“All yours Bruce.” Hearing that made his hands come down on your ass again and again making you squeal. “Fuck it’s all yours.
"God look at you bouncing on my cock begging for it.” He teased as you moved a hand down to rub your clit. His hand smacked it away. “Oh no love you can’t touch yourself.”
“Should punish you for doing that.” Next thing you felt his hand moving towards your pussy lightly rubbing your clit. “Dirty little whore can’t help herself.”
“Bruce l please it feels so good.” You whined making him smirk as he rubbed your clit faster. “Shit shit shit gonna cum.”
“Gonna cum like a good girl.” He spoke as he sharply thrusted inside of you your ass cheeks smacking against his skin. “Gonna cum all over my cock.”
“Yes I’m so fucking close.” You moaned as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach. You were on the brink of your orgasm.
“Can feel you squeezin my cock sweetheart.” Groaning as his thrusts were slowing down. “Feels so fucking good.”
“I’m gonna cum Bruce.” You warned as you felt your insides clenching and your entire body shaking.
“Soak my cock with your pussy baby.” He commanded you with a deep moan making you scream as your release hit you in the face making your legs tremble.
“Oh fuck god such a good girl.” Bruce encouraged as his cock twitched inside of you pumping the last drop. “Fuck I love your pussy.”
Getting up his cock slipping from inside you making you hiss. Rolling over onto your butt next to him as both of you tried to catch your breath. Watching as his chest heaved up and down. Feeling his warm seed dripping out of you.
“Jesus I know now how to get you all riled up.” He panted after a few minutes of silence making you giggle. “Remind me to ignore you again.”
Playfully smacking his chest as you leaned forward to plant your lips on his. Having a feeling that round two would be happening very soon.
⇝pairing.bruce wayne + f!reader ⇝word count.2k ⇝content.18+,MDNI,established relationship, fluff, smut. ⇝synopsis.as spouses, you and bruce find solace in each other. cold gotham nights make it easier to do so. ⇝warnings. fem aligned reader, pet names, brief dry humping, dirty talk, very little prep/some fingering, unprotected sex, size kink, a touch of pain kink (specifically bruce’s pain kink), light spit play, creampie, cock warming. ⇝ AO3 LINK
author’s note. hello, hello.the batman/battinson has really inspired me to get back into writing, consequently this blog and my first bruce wayne piece ever came to be. i’m as excited as i am terrified to post this piece! while i’m here i’d like to thank my lovely friend for beta-reading this and holding my hand throughout my messy writing process! happy reading, everyone! enjoy.
The city is unbearably crisp this time of the year. Freezing and finger numbing, in fact. What once was a heavy October rain flooding the streets is now a premature dusting of snow in November, giving a false veil of purity and peace. Visible puffs of breath cloud the streets among the hustle and bustle going on at any hour.
In reality, any fool would know that the streets of Gotham are cold and harsh no matter what the weather forecast claims. They’re dark— overrun with filth and crime that seems to be never ending as current events and headlines get increasingly chaotic each passing day.
Vigilante. That’s the right word for it, for what he does, and you know that. You still can’t help the laugh that escapes you or the grin that tugs at your lips whenever some reporter on the nightly news mentions the big, powerful and masked man running around Gotham at odd hours of the night.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, children feature predominantly, divorce mentions
Summary: Years after Bruce Wayne had gone into hiding, his whole world was turned upside down and he comes to see you. That’s when he finds out there’s more to you then he remembers.
Wordcount: 2.1k
A/N: Yes, this was aimed as being the Christian Bale Batman but honestly, it could really fit for any of them. This just follows certain plot lines from the Dark Knight Rises
You watched the TV, staring at the screen in front of you. It was a scene of Batman, soaring through the streets on the motorbike that was oh so familiar.
The man underneath was familiar too. You hadn’t seen him in five years since you had broken up and he had dropped your partnership for renewable energy.
You had known him and Rachel for years, and after her death he felt so guilty for letting his best friend die he became a recluse. But you were okay with it, as long as the two of you were together. And for three years you would stand by each other no matter what.
“Mama,” a small child called out, the little black haired boy running into the room with a smile on his face.
He didn’t know he was the heir to the Wayne company at the mere age of 4 but he was content with this house and this life. You had tried to tell Bruce for months before giving up.
“Alfred, please let me in,” you had begged, holding the raincoat against your body, “I need to talk to him,”
“He’s not taking any visitors right now Miss, I’m sorry,” he said, a sad look on his face.
He never wanted to turn you away, the girl of Bruce’s dreams, but the master of the house had been determined to not let anyone into the house, not even you.
Especially not you.
“I’m pregnant,” you admitted, tears in your eyes as you looked at the Butler who you had always been fond of, “I have a letter for him, can you at least give it to him,”
“I can do Miss, and I hope it works out between you and Master Bruce,” he said before taking the letter and stepping into the house.
Bruce had watched as you got into the car, driving away from Wayne Manor for the last time when Alfred walked up, handing the lonely man the letter.
“She isn’t safe with me, I can’t let her stay,” he stated, not even opening the letter because if he read your words, he knew he’d run right back to you.
“Master, I think it would be wise for you to read the letter. She has some life changing news for you,” he pleaded but it fell to deft ears.
Bruce picked up the letter with his name inscribed and threw it directly into the fire, turning his back to it as he stared down the dirt path he had just witness you drive down, “I don’t need to know,”
Now years later and you were living with Alfred in your apartment that had been secretly paid for by the Wayne foundation all these years. Alfred had made sure his godson grew up in the best life style that he could and that you two would never have to worry about anything.
So after he had quit his job at Wayne Manor, you of course gave him a place to stay and Tommy was glad he was here as well.
You threw the daily newspaper on the floor, the headline reading that Bruce Wayne has gambled away all of his money to the stock market just before they had crashed and now he was without any power and was essentially broke.
You sighed, head in your hands. You worked as a scientist sure, but it wasn’t enough to afford this apartment and this carefree lifestyle you had been so comfortable in. There was probably enough money for the next few months, but after that you may have to find a new place.
You watched Alfred playing lego with Tommy in the other room, the little boy giggling away to himself as he played with the legs car, speeding along the road. You sighed, shaking your head.
It was clear he had too much of his fathers daring and risky attitude in him already.
Whenever you looked at your son, you saw the man you were once in love with. They had those same compassionate eyes and a mop of untameable black hair on their head. You couldn’t help but worry for him though when - or if - he found out who his father was. Would he be disappointed? Happy? Upset? For now, you thought, that wouldn’t be a problem.
Until you heard a knock on the door. You quickly walked to the hallway, with all the crime going around recently and the attack on Gordon, yeah, you were a bit scared. You peeked through the keyhole and scoffed when you saw Bruce in front of it, waiting nervously.
You opened it, raising your eyebrows as you looked at him. Sure, you had seen a few pictures of the hermit that he had become over the years, but he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on.
His breath hitched as well when he saw you, dressed in casual clothes but still as beautiful as when he would dress you up and take her to galas and be in her arms all night.
“What the hell do you want Wayne?” You asked, already knowing it wasn’t for you or your son.
“I’ve come for Alfred,” he said, the two if you not breaking eye contact, “I’ve come for help,”
“He doesn’t want to go back, it seems you manage to push away everyone you’ve ever held dear,” you said, turning your nose up at him.
The little boy ran into the doorway, stopping as he saw the tall man that towered over him. He smiled, “I’m Tommy,” he said as he saw the man, instantly not feeling threatened by him.
Alfred rushed out, breathing heavily, “I’m sorry Ma'am, I couldn’t stop him,” he said and you nodded, an awkward blush on your face.
“Go on Thomas sweetie, you go play with Alfred and don’t cause any trouble,” you said with a smile.
When you looked back up, Bruce had tears in his eyes. You’d never seen him so vulnerable, almost like he was imagining a world where he hadn’t left you. Because he knew. He knew as soon as he saw the little boy with black hair and inquisitive eyes who had inherited the name of his father.
“How old is he?” He croaked out, looking down at you with tears welling up in his eyes.
“Four,”
“Is he mine?” He asked, almost begging to know the answer, “He looks just like me,"
You didn’t answer for a second, meticulously deciding on how to explain to him the last four years whilst also letting him know he no longer had any say in your life or yours son.
"That’s none of your business anymore, you didn’t even read the letter did you? Listen to any of the voicemails I left?” You asked, folding your arms across her chest.
“Can I come in?” He asked and you opened your arms, inviting him in, the man stepping into the apartment. He knew Alfred had been sending money to a strange place each month and now he knew that it was all for you.
The apartment felt like a home. Pictures of you and your son littered the back wall, a few pictures of Alfred were also with the two of you. Then he saw one that had been slammed down on the table on the side, almost like it had been collecting dust for years.
“I’m sorry,” He began to rock on the balls of his feet slightly, “I didn’t want to drag you down with me,”
You scoffed, “Well you’re currently still a wanted criminal as Batman and you are completely broke so yeah, maybe I’m glad me and my son aren’t involved,”
He reached for your hands but you pulled away, “I never stopped loving you, I pushed you away because I couldn’t bear the thought of you knowing I was Batman and then being arrested,” he explained, a singular tear rolling down his cheek.
“I had just given birth to Thomas when you sent me those divorce papers,” you explained, now it was your turn to begin to get upset, “He’s your son, it says on his birth certificate. But the minute I signed those papers, I knew you weren’t coming back for us,”
“That’s where Alfred’s been going on his vacations, to see the two of you,"
You nodded, "He’s always known, he’s paid for this apartment all these years, he’s my son’s godfather,”
“Our son,”
You pointed your finger at him, an angry look on your face as you stepped closer to him, blood boiling at the prospect of him claiming any power over the boy you’d raised, “My son. You haven’t been there for him and if you hadn’t cared so much that your butler quit then you never would have,” you spat out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hit him on the chest, “You weren’t there for me,"
He pulled you against his chest as you sobbed and you hated the comfort that you found as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and he realised just how much he missed this.
"I’m sorry, I should’ve been here. If I’d have read the letter, I’d be sitting here with you and our son and everything wouldn’t have gone to hell,” he whispered, your name on his lips like a prayer, “I love you,”
“I’ve always loved you,” you whispered back, pulling away to look up into his eyes, “But how can I trust you?”
“I’m going to fix this, then you can come back to the Manor, all three of us, as a family,” he promised, taking your hands in his, “And Alfred,”
You laughed, a smile on your face.
He wiped away the tears, “There’s that laugh,” he said so quietly he wasn’t sure you’d even hear.
“Alfred,” you called out and the man stepped out of the room, the little boy standing behind him to try and get a look at the scene, “I think Bruce needs to talk to you, but first-” you crouched down, “-Tommy come here,”
The little boy rushed into his mother’s arms, looking up at the man with wide blue eyes. He seemed curious and Bruce knew this was his son, he was perfect.
“This is your dad, you wanna go say hi?” You said and he nodded, running up to the man and wrapping an arm around his leg.
Bruce chuckled, prying the boy off slightly before kneeling down and wrapping him in the largest hug he’d ever given in his life. Tommy giggled, smiling up at his father as if he’d always been in his life.
“I love you son,"
"Love you too daddy,” he said and Bruce teared up, watching as you came and pulled the two boys into a hug.
“Once he’s done what he needs to do, he’s going to come back for us, for you. And we’re going to live in a nice big house with Alfred all the time,” you promised and the boy stood up.
“Come look at my legos,” he said, grabbing the larger hand of his father.
He chuckled, the widest grin that Alfred had seen in a while on Bruce’s face, “Of course, then I’ve got some business to attend to, is that okay kiddo?”
“Yeah,”
He looked back at you, a smile on his face as he looked at you with tears in her eyes. This was it. This was what he’d always wanted.
“You know he never submitted those divorce papers,” Alfred said as he stood next to you, the two of you watching as Tommy gave Bruce a guided tour of his room and all the little things he had, “He could never bring himself to lose you forever,”
You smiled to yourself, “Well he’s got to do better, I’m not going to forgive everything in an instant, but I’m willing to make it work,”
And for the first time in years, neither you nor Bruce needed to be scared, you had each other.
