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alienguts · 2 years

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Bonavox (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: There’s something about Batman’s voice that drives Y/N wild...

Warnings: NSFW, smut, teasing, vaginal fingering, masturbation (fem), dirty talk, voice kink 🔞

Request?: No

A/N: I saw a video on Twitter of Batfleck talking without the voice modulator and it made me feel all sorts of things. I don’t care that it’s only a 2 second clip, it made me thirsty.

(in case you didn’t know, ‘bonavox’ means ‘good voice’ in latin, there’s no mention of u2 in this fic.)

I may add a second part to this, so let me know if that's something you'd like to see!

I know I tag Batfleck and use gifs of him as header images but that’s just because he’s my favourite version outside of comics!Bruce; you can see whichever version of Bruce that you prefer for this one!

Also, thank you so much for 700 followers! 💕❤

Bruce knew that leaving Y/N in charge of comms while he was out on patrol was risky, but he was willing to take that chance. She always tried her best to stay alert and pay attention to the comms during the long nights but she always ended up getting distracted by something.

He’d always figured that maybe she was too tired for the job and needed to get some sleep, but it was something different entirely.

Y/N couldn’t focus on anything when his Batman voice was just so irresistible.

Everything about the way he spoke when he wore the cowl just drove her mad: the way it deepened and rumbled in his chest, the soft rasp his natural voice took on when he stopped using it, and even the way he growled at his assailants made her body tingle and quiver.

When Bruce finally figured out why asking Y/N to watch the comms was a risk, he couldn’t be too disappointed. In fact, he was kind of proud of himself.

After an entire night of listening to Bruce - or rather, Batman - talking in that voice, Y/N was left feeling rather hot and bothered and couldn’t help how turned on she was. He’d finally told her that he was on his way back to the cave and she could shut off the comms for the night, but she couldn’t move from her spot.

Her mind whirling with desire, she trailed her hand down her body to between her legs and skim across her clothed clit. She sighed when she felt the heat radiating from her pussy and shivered at the sensation.

But she needed more.

Realising she wasn’t going to cum easily with her clothes on, she pushed her hand underneath her sweats and panties and was delighted to find that she was already soaking wet, her clit throbbing with need.

Her body relaxed as she circled her sensitive flesh with her fingertips, spreading warmth throughout her body as Bruce’s voice echoed in her mind. She slipped one of her fingers down further and inside her as she imagined him commanding her, praising her, telling her how good she was for him.

She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lungs as her cunt clenched around her finger, begging her to keep going. Her sweet spot immediately found, she curled her finger up into it and shuddered with pleasure. Her own fingers never did as good a job as Bruce could, but they would have to do in his absence.

“So this is what you’re doing when you don’t answer the comms,” a deep voice said from behind her.

Y/N jumped up from her seat, pulling her hand out of her pants before she turned to face Bruce.

“I didn’t hear you come back,” she breathed, her nerves a little frazzled from the shock he’d given her.

“Obviously not,” Bruce said as he eyed her wet fingers.

He’d already taken his cowl and gloves off but hadn’t gotten around to removing his suit. His hair was tousled slightly, his lower lip had a tiny cut on it, and dark shadows were starting to bloom under his eyes, but Y/N couldn’t help but still find him irresistible. She noticed him looking at her hand and tried to discreetly wipe her fingers on her pants, but the jig was up. She’d been caught, and she kind of liked it.

“Do you often touch yourself while I’m on the other end?” he asked, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Not every time, but I just couldn’t help myself,” Y/N said, her body humming with excitement as she watched him round the chair to stand in front of her.

“Why? What was different about tonight?” Bruce circled his strong arms around her waist and pulled her to sit in his lap as he sat down in front of the computer.

“I don’t know, you just sounded so…” she trailed off as she tried to find the right word.

“So, what?” he purred in her ear as he started to softly kiss her neck.

“So hot.” She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to her before running her fingers through his hair. “God, that fucking Batman voice just gets to me sometimes, Bruce.”

“You mean this one?”

There it was. Hearing him talk like that through the headset was torturous enough, but hearing it in person, right in her ear, was simply divine.

Bruce noticed how her breath hitched and her hips rocked against him as if she was seeking a way to soothe her burning desire.

“Do you want me to take care of this for you?” he purred in her ear, making sure his words were as drawn out as possible.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Take these off,” he said, his voice rolling deep in his chest.

Y/N immediately hopped off of Bruce’s lap and pushed her sweats and panties to the floor in one go. She tried to crawl back onto him, but he stopped her with a palm on her chest.

“I think I want this off too,” he said as he trailed his fingers over the tops of her breasts.

She almost ripped her top off and threw it behind her, not caring where it landed. She immediately crawled back into his lap and draped her arms over his shoulders, silently begging him to do anything other than just look at her.

“You really are desperate, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he crooned and pulled her closer to him.

Their lips finally met in a soft but passionate kiss, brushing against each other and sending shockwaves through Y/N’s nerves. She was already wet enough, but the way Bruce kissed her just made her melt and drip onto his thigh. He savoured the way she pushed her body into his and whined when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring her senses and making sure she was a writing mess before he truly took care of her.

“Turn around for me,” he purred against her lips, noticing how reluctant she was to pull away from him.

She slowly unwrapped herself from him and gingerly turned around in his lap so that her back rested against his chest. The Batsuit was cold against her hot skin and she shivered a little as she rested her head on Bruce’s shoulder while he roamed her body with his large palms. The air around them was frigid and biting, but the warmth being generated by Y/N’s lust was enough to keep her warm.

Bruce pushed her legs apart and hooked her knees over the arms of the computer chair, her sopping wet cunt completely exposed and spread open for him to lavish with attention.

“I can tell you’ve been waiting all night for this,” he said, his voice low in her ear as he lightly ran his fingers through her slick folds and spread her arousal around.

Y/N’s breath hitched when he skimmed over her clit and shifted her hips up, trying her best to get him to touch her where she wanted him.

“Please, Bruce,” she begged. “Don’t tease.”

“But this is what you want, isn’t it?” he mumbled against her neck as he lightly swirled his fingers around her clit, making her moan softly as he softly kissed the underside of her jaw.

She continued to whine and moan as he rubbed her clit, her body jumping whenever a strong bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Soon he began to trail his fingers lower, teasing her pussy by dipping them inside to make sure she was ready for him. Her hands gently grasped his biceps and her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his fingers finally slip inside her.

“Fuck, Bruce,” she whispered as her head fell back against his shoulder. Her hips rolled into his fingers as he alternated between slowly thrusting them in and out of her cunt and curling them up into her sweet spot as he continued to kiss her neck.

“How’s that feel?” Bruce asked, although he didn’t need an answer from her. Now that he knew how much just talking to her like that turned her on, he was going to take advantage of it.

Bruce could feel himself getting harder every time Y/N’s inner muscles clenched around his fingers and he regretted not getting changed into more accessible clothes. Her sweet moans rang in his ears as he gently fucked her with his fingers and let his other hand explore her body, squeezing her breasts and stroking her soft skin.

“Bruce, I’m close,” Y/N whimpered softly, her movements becoming more desperate as her walls clenched harder and faster.

“You want me to make you cum, darling?” he murmured in her ear, making sure she could feel how his chest rumbled when he spoke.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, please make me cum.”

Bruce trailed his free hand down her body to rest just above her pubic bone and pressed down gently with the heel of his palm, pushing her sweet spot further into his fingers as he curled his fingers faster and harder. He’d never had any trouble making her cum on his fingers, but he would drag it out of her if he had to.

“Cum all over my fingers, Y/N. I know you can.”

Y/N fought to keep her legs open as her orgasm crashed through her body in a huge wave, her walls fluttering around his fingers as she shook in his lap. She gripped his arms so tightly that her knuckles ached and her loud cries of pleasure echoed around the cave, disturbing the otherwise silent space.

“That’s it, good girl,” he purred as he brought her down from her high and softly kissed her temple.

He finally pulled his fingers out of her and brought them up to his mouth so he could clean her arousal off of them. His free hand gently stroked her inner thighs and her sides as her breathing slowed, soft hums of pleasure escaping her lungs as he continued to touch her.

Y/N’s whole body felt like it had been reduced to a puddle as she sank into Bruce’s body and angled her face up so she could kiss him. She could taste her arousal on his lips and tongue, which only reignited the fire inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him and she already wanted more.

“Already raring to go again?” he asked between kisses.

Y/N nodded frantically and tried her best to turn around in his lap, but her body was so boneless that she could only shift in place.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I want you.”

Bruce chuckled softly and lifted her so he could turn her around to face him.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait, sweetheart,” he said, no longer affecting that voice she loved. “This suit wasn’t made for these kinds of activities.”

“I can wait,” she said. “I could wait all night for you.”

Bruce hummed knowingly, having already figured out what she wanted to do.

“Well, how about you join me in the shower, and we’ll see where the night takes us?”

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come-along-pond · 1 month

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notes: My second box for the @occreatorexchange prompt bingo. This is my first full published smut so uh, please be kind. We can thank @curious-kittens-ocs, @astarionbae and @endless-oc-creations for dealing with my complaining and begging for peer review.

warnings: NSFW. Swearing, kissing, fingering, p in v, no protection, kitchen sex, titty sucking, edging, scratching and leaving marks. Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut. IF YOU HATE THE WORD TITS DON’T READ.

Isabella Wayne (OC) x Bruce Wayne: MaleDom

AO3 VERSION

“Harls I love you, I do, but I can not listen to the same story for the fifth time,” Isabella Wayne is standing outside her apartment, keys in one hand, her mobile in the other, pressed to her ear. Harley had been talking her ear off nonstop ever since she’d left the Grocery Store - ‘Gotham’s a scary place Izzie, you gotta stay safe’, she didn’t realise the irony in that.

Bella pushes open her door, not expecting to see the lights already on, she has a moment of panic before she sees a familiar silhouette leaning on her kitchen counter.

She doesn’t acknowledge him, merely continuing to listen to the woman on the other side of the phone, and placing her shopping bag on the kitchen island, she starts to unpack and places two wine bottles down, the figure picks one up and inspects it, almost disgusted by the cheap alcohol.

“As entertaining as you are darling, I’m going to go drown myself in the bath with a bottle of wine,”

“You’re so rich,” she can feel Harley’s eye roll.

“Bye,” Isabella sings her farewells and hangs up, placing her phone on the counter, “I thought you of all people would be against breaking and entering,”

“I didn’t break anything, just entered,” Isabella’s husband shrugs “Who was that,” he gestures to her phone

“Oh don’t be jealous Brucie, she’s just a friend,” Bella winks and Bruce sighs

“Isabella-“

“You keep enough tabs on me Bruce, you could find out very easily,” she grumbles, opening the fridge to put away her small carton of milk.

“I thought maybe I’d give you a chance to be honest for once,” that stung, he knew it did and Bella turns away from him.

“Am I not allowed friends? Am I supposed to be imprisoned in my apartment, only seeing you and business associates, you don’t even look at me properly anymore,”

“I do,” he says firmly, but there’s something underlying like it’s something to be ashamed of “I’m sorry…” This happened a lot, he’d come over, and they’d bite at each other until someone cracked Bella sighs and joins him by the counter, crossing her arms and mirroring his position.

A moment passes, then another.

“It was Harley,”

“I know,” of course he did

“Why are you here Bruce?” Isabella asks, she looks up at the taller man, his jaw was as sharp as ever, but his stubble had grown past his old limit.

It takes him a minute to respond, battling with his thoughts, he tries to remember Isabella before Belle Reve, her kind eyes and calm demeanour, they were honest with each other then, or so he thought.

“I missed you,” he admits, placing his palms behind him.

“Me too,” she says quietly, looking right up at him, she places her hand on top of his and finally he turns to look at her, to properly look at her.

He isn’t sure how to feel about what he finds: she was still her with long blonde hair and determined brown eyes. She was still her.

He thinks maybe his life would be easier if she wasn’t.

“I still love you,”

“I know, me too,” with her response, Bruce cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. She responds instantly, moaning when he spins her around and pushes her against the kitchen island, his hands slip down her back and into her jeans, grabbing at the flesh of her ass while she grabs his arms for support.

“Bedroom?” she asks breathlessly, god he’d barely touched her and she needed him, in her defence, it’d been over a year since they’d been together.

Bruce pulls back, and looks her in the eyes “Are you sure?” she nods “Words sweetheart,”

“Fuck. Yes, yes I want this,” she breaths out and Bruce smirks, hoisting her up onto the counter, she grins into his neck, peppering kisses down it, she kicks off her heels and nudges his leg “Shoes, Bruce,” he reluctantly sighs, but pauses to slip out of them “You’re not running my flooring,” she says casually while slipping off her shirt.

“You’re so dramatic,” he kisses her again, nibbling at her lip while his large hands grope at her tits through her bra, As Isabella moans, her own hands run down to unbutton her jeans, but he stops her, grabbing her hands tightly “My job,” Bella grins and removes her hands, placing them on the counter behind her

“Want me to lay back as well?” she teases, but Bruce merely pushes her down, causing her to laugh he unzips her trousers and gently instructs her to lift herself up so he can shimmy them down, she complies and hears the gentle thud of the denim on the ground.

She was exposed now, her dark blue underwear on show for him to see, and his hands run down her thighs “Is this the set I bought you?” When Isabella goes to remind him that there was a point in her life where she exclusively wore underwear from him, she feels him swipe between her folds, collecting what had leaked through already, she thanks god he doesn't comment on how quickly he got her worked up. It takes him a while to move up her legs, massaging her ankles, and bringing his lips to her knees, slowly kissing up her thigh.

“Bruce..” she moans out

“Mhm?” he continues his actions, leaving a light hickey on her thigh

“Touch something…please,” she’s breathless, feeling her slick pool in her underwear

“I’ve got to warm you up darling,” he squeezes her thighs, one hand reaches up to her bra and slips under it, squeezing her right boob, causing her to sigh in relief, the other hand easily slips off her underwear, leaving her almost fully exposed. He gently cups her whilst his right thumb flicks at her breast, Bella gasps sharply, but it quickly turns into a moan when he starts to slowly circle her clit.

“Bruce please,” she groans, she felt like she was on fire, her slick was starting to get uncomfortable, and she just needed something, some friction. Thankfully, Bruce listens to her, and his middle finger slips inside her, slowly moving in and out.

“God you’re still so tight,” he picks up the pace, and Isabella arches her back

“More,” she moans out

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?” he says sharply, pulling his finger out, leaving her empty again, Bella wants to kick him, but she sits up, his hands both on her thighs.

“Please,” she adds, he smirks, and soon she’s back lying on the table, two fingers now inside her, slowly speeding up.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she lets out a damn near pornographic moan “Gonna take me so well later,” she starts to babble, mixing his name in with’ pleases’ while his thumb continues to circle her sensitive nub.

“Fuck..Fuck, fuck!” She’s close, she moans loudly, arching her back, her core tightens and she wants to both squirm away from Bruce and force him to go faster, leaving her a screaming mess. She feels it near and then…

Nothing.

He’d pulled his fingers out and left her just on the edge of her release.

“Oh you ass,” she sighs, breathing heavily, Bruce grabs her calves roughly, pulling her down the island before leaning over her so they’re face to face.

“What was that?” he asks, hiding a smirk

“Asshole,” she says boldly and he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand finding her core again, fingers filling her suddenly.

“Fuck!” he doesn’t give her time to warm up this time, moving in and out with two fingers and with such a speed Bella can hardly compute it, all she can do is swear loudly. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, putting them above her head whilst her legs pull Bruce closer as she nears her end again “I’m close…don’t, don’t you dare-” she’s so nearly there, her heels digging into Bruce’s back, she can see his hard-on but knows he has the self-control not to take her right there, god she hated that right now.

Again, his hands leave her just as she nearly falls over the edge, tears are forming now, but god she loved it, he knew she did.

Isabella doesn’t say anything, only putting her hand down, gesturing for Bruce to hold it, he does and she squeezes it tightly “You okay?” he asks, and she just lets out a breathy giggle.

“If you let me cum I’ll be much better,”

He tuts softly “C’mon, sit up,” she does as she’s told and he scoops her up in his arms, she screeches and grabs on behind his neck, giggling as he carries her to the bedroom.

The apartment had been nearly abandoned since Isabella had moved in with Bruce all those years ago, it was used as an office for her, somewhere to go when the Cabin was too far away, and she needed a break from work. Now, it’s become her permanent residence again, she’d been picked up from Bella Reve in a simple Range Rover and driven here, not to her home with Bruce, to a dusty apartment with no one to speak to.

Slowly, Bella had started to redecorate, and the bedroom hadn’t been touched yet, with cream walls and a collection of musky-smelling candles on her dresser.

Bruce lays his wife down on her bed, hovering over her to press soft kisses to her lips, he was gentler now, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if the guilt of leaving her had kicked in, she really wasn’t good at not being sad these days, and that still applied during sex apparently.

She runs her fingers through his hair and he starts to kiss down her jaw, he bites at her neck and she moans, scratching at his scalp. That got his attention and he pulled back, lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head, revealing his abs.

Isabella shamelessly checks him out, biting her lip and grinning, she sits up and grabs the back of his head, connecting their lips suddenly and pulling him back down with her, her hands roaming over his chest, this makes him moan and she smiles into the kiss, her hands reaching his belt and undoing it. He lets her do it, his own hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra, his lips unlock with hers and starts to suck at her left boob, whilst his right hand fondles the other one, his left-hand sneaks down to her opening, collecting the slick once again. He inserts his fingers for the fourth time, this time moving slowly to match his pace on her tits.

It doesn’t take long to get Bella to the edge again, he’d worked her up so much - denying her an orgasm twice, and looking far too hot while doing it. She tries not to show that she’s about to cum this time, but her moans become more high pitched and her grip on his hair tightens. Bruce slithers up her next, whispering in her ear

“Come on baby, let go,” that does it, her walls clench around his fingers and she pulls at his hair.

“Bruce..oh fuck!” she screams and her juices flood the bed, god it felt so good, he continues through it letting her ride her high.

Slowly, he removes himself from her and she complains at the lack of closeness, he kisses her softly before standing up and slipping off his slacks, then his boxers, Isabella watches his dick spring up, pre cum smeared over the tip, and she moans at the sight of it. It was as mouth-watering as she remembered, with a thick girth and decent length, her core clenches just at the sight of it. Bruce gets back on the bed, he kisses her again, and she chases his lips.

“You ready?” he checks and she nods “Wo-”

“Yes,” she doesn’t need him to finish the sentence “Fuck, please,” he smirks and pumps himself slowly, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, oh how he often imagined her manicured fingers around him instead of his own, how he remembered the tightening of her cunt around him.

Bruce slowly lowers himself down and inserts himself into Bella, she gasps ever so slightly, letting out a shaky hum and Bruce joins her.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” he bottoms out after the slow process, Bella lets him stay there for a moment as both of them relish in the tight stretch of her “Missed you,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers “so much, god,” his hips buck involuntarily and she gasps.

“You can move,” she greenlights and he pulls back before sharply re-entering, both gasp and slowly he picks up his pace, the bed shakes as he grunts

“Fuck…So perfect,”

Isabella grabs onto his biceps, her nails digging into the skin, the pain edges him on and Bruce keeps up the rough pace, his own grunts of pleasure mixing with Bella’s moans “Faster. Oh fuck, shit,” she feels the rope tighten in her stomach again, and she screams out “I’m close!”

“Just a little bit longer, come on, you can take it,” Bruce watches her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts “Come on,”

“I can’t-” she scratches down his arms “Gotta cum,” the pressure is too much, he’s so big, she’s so full “Please Bruce, let me - please, oh shit,”

“Let go, darling, come on,” with that, the dam breaks, and again, Bella moans loudly, arching her back, her hips jerk with the sensation and Bruce continues his thrusting, he tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing her as his own pleasure builds, her walls trying to milk him dry “Can I- shit,” he groans and Bella recognises the signs, her fingernails scratch at his scalp

“You can cum inside,” she explains and that's what makes him let go, his cum coating her walls. He rides out his own release and Bella continues to moan. Finally, he collapses on her, the heavyweight comforting.

Both lay there breathless for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions they’d both felt. Bella feels her eyes slip shut, and Bruce slowly stands up, his cock exiting her, she groans at the emptiness, and crosses her legs.

Bruce stands up and starts to walk away from the bed, Isabella looks up, just seeing his backside as he puts on his boxers.

“Don’t leave,” she says panicked, tears in her eyes, he looks almost offended but remembers the post bliss, vulnerable state she’s in and leans down to kiss her temple.

“I’m just getting a cloth sweetheart,” he reassures, and when he returns from the en-suite, he cleans her up, ending the night with her in his arms.

#bruce wayne smut #batfleck smut #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman smut #batman x oc #batman fanfiction #dceu fanfiction #oc: isabella wayne #ocx bingo #ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #allaboutocs #my writing

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freesketchgo · 3 months

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Hiding at the Gotham Museum Gala version 2 fanart - Well, I really like the composition of this piece and I would have been sorry if it had been left out of the collection here so I made this version.

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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🌺

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne smut #robert pattinson batman #batman imagine #batman x reader #justice leauge x reader #justice leauge imagine #justice league smut #dc imagine #dc x reader #batmom #batfleck x reader #robert pattinson bruce wayne #bruce wayne masterlist #batman masterlist #gotham imagine #gotham knights

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multiversalfandomwriter222 · 2 months

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ANOTHER LIST

Since I'm also a huge comic nerd, I've decided to give y'all one list of all Marvel and DC characters you can also request! If y'all want too!

Bruce Wayne

Tony Stark

Clark Kent

Frank Castle

Jason Todd

Natasha Romanoff

Diana Prince

Barry Allen

Bucky Barnes

Kate Bishop

Rachel Roth

Wanda Maximoff

James Howlett

Oliver Prince

Koriand'r

Dick Grayson

Red Robin

Superboy

T'Challa

Killmonger

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker(Any of the three)

Shuri Udaku

M'Baku

Captain Marvel

Aquaman

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Damian Wayne (AGED UP)

Joker

Bane

Harvey Dent

Jeremiah Valeska

Jerome Valeska

Penguin

The Riddler

Lex Luthor

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frownyalfred · 8 months

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I have one (1) question;

In "A Room Full of Coral";

Does Dick exist??????

Okay well here’s the thing…….when I started writing that fic it was mostly a joke? Like I just said “what if I fixed Batman V Superman by adding A/B/O?” and ran with it. People were laughing!

At that time, my understanding (and I think a lot of other people’s understanding tbh) was that the Robin Batfleck lost was Jason Todd. And that he was the ONLY Robin Batfleck had ever had.

AFTER writing that fic, which ended up being the longest, angstiest, trauma-filled lead up to write a smut scene I have ever created, someone let me know that Zack Snyder had indicated that the Robin Batfleck lost in BVS was Dick, NOT Jason.

So there I was. Pikachu surprise face and 35k in or so. I hadn’t written Dick into the story at all because I ASSUMED JASON WAS THE ONLY ROBIN IN BVS. And I had assumed incorrectly. Sigh.

So, to answer your question — I have no idea. I didn’t write him into the original fic and it would seem a little weird to drop him suddenly into the sequel. But, I can see why he would be such an interesting addition to this fic, especially since I don’t exactly see the sequel trying to rewrite Justice League and so on.

I guess…do people have strong opinions one way or the other?

#asks #anon #myfic #bruce wayne #batman #dc #theresurrectionist #batfamily #superbat #superman #a coral room #a/b/o mention #tw a/b/o

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dorkofclanlavellan · 8 months

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Displaced Friends

Notes: I will be getting to the smut soon but rn I'm just in the mood to hurt people's feelings lol Pairings: Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x gn!reader (Sweetie), Sweetie x male!OC (platonic) Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, lots of swearing, character death, hurt-comfort, violence (not sure what else to put, feel free to let me know)

Joseph Backer. Born March 30th, 1950.

He had been cantankerous towards everyone, including Sweetie, in the beginning. From the moment they'd found him, camped out beside the dumpster behind the bakery, with only an old coat to protect him from the rain.

He'd brusquely shooed Sweetie away when they asked him to at least come inside to get out of the rain. But Sweetie didn't give up. They brought him a thermos of soup, the only unused tarp left from renovating the bakery, and some fresh bread.

He'd shooed them away again but had accepted everything they brought. It became a pattern for the next two weeks.

Then one evening while Sweetie was walking to their car with the bank deposit, some guys tried to mug them. Tried being the operative word, they barely managed to draw their weapons before Joseph came up behind them and knocked them both out with a piece of wood.

After that day he wasn't as ornery towards Sweetie. At their insistence, he accepted a tent they'd gotten him and started using the fire escape to stake out on the roof. He would even cave in and sleep on their couch when the weather was particularly harsh.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

With each passing day, Sweetie and Joseph grew closer and he became a friend and father figure. They bonded over similar childhoods. Both had abusive fathers. He'd surprised Sweetie with how liberal and progressive he was underneath that grumpy exterior.

Joseph's father had forced him into the Marine Corps and into Vietnam. And when he returned home, Joseph never spoke to or saw his father again. He didn't need to since his mother had died when he was 10.

He had gotten married and while his trauma had made the marriage rocky, his wife Lily had stuck by his side. For 30 years they were together. Unable to have children but they were happy to have each other. Then Lily was diagnosed with cancer. She'd gone through treatments, that seemed to do more harm than good. And in 2001, Joseph lost his wife, his house, everything.

He ended up on the streets. Until he met Sweetie, Joseph stopped caring about anyone.

He was a big man. And surprisingly strong. He would help Sweetie around the bakery, refusing to take money. Sweetie would feed him and insist on taking care of him if he wouldn't take cash.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

That first day Bruce Wayne had visited the bakery, Joseph had been in the back, lugging in bags that he refused to let Sweetie bring in themself. "That boy's gonna be trouble." He'd grumbled the second Bruce was out the door. It was a sentiment he repeated with each visit from the billionaire.

After Bruce asked Sweetie out Joseph had warned them, "He's got a reputation of being an absolute slut. Just be careful. That fucker hurts you and I'll kick the shit out of him."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

By late November, Sweetie had convinced Joseph to seek aid at the VA. They found work for him and he would have his own house at the beginning of December.

When Thanksgiving came, neither Sweetie nor Joseph celebrated the holiday. So while Bruce Wayne had to make a public appearance at a Gala or two, Sweetie and Joseph gave out free meals all day and evening. Along with supplies to those who needed anything.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Black Friday, 2011. Joseph had been carrying some trash out of the bakery for Sweetie. When two assholes at the store next door came stumbling out of the store, fighting each other over a discounted microwave. They were so loud that Sweetie came out to investigate. Right about that time, one of the men pulled out a gun. Before he could fire on his rival though, Joseph tackled him to the ground.

There was a gunshot. Followed by a scream that Sweetie would later learn came from them. Other bystanders sprang into action then. Disarming the gunman, while Sweetie ran to Joseph.

They applied pressure to the wound while demanding someone call an ambulance. Tears streaming down their face. But Joseph was calm, in fact, he was smiling.

"I'm glad I met you, kid." He whispered to them, just as paramedics arrived.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Sweetie had ridden in the ambulance with Joseph and had called Bruce in hysterics while in the hospital waiting room after giving their statement to police. Bruce was at their side within a few minutes. Holding them the whole time they waited on news from the surgeons.

Joseph hadn't made it, in the end.

And Sweetie had been a wreck for the next few days. They'd stayed with Bruce the whole time. Not wanting to be alone and not wanting to return to their loft.

Bruce was very supportive of Sweetie and didn't leave their side until they were certain they were okay enough to go back to work.

He made sure to check in and be ready to get to them at the drop of a hat, should they need him.

All of this was greatly appreciated and made Sweetie endeared them to Bruce all the more.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Sweetie smiled softly to themself after hanging up the phone after Bruce's latest check-in call.

They could practically hear Joseph grumbling, "Hmph. Guess I was wrong about that one."

(Faceclaim for Joseph is Ron Perlman)

#bruce wayne x reader #batfleck x reader #sweetie series #bruce wayne's sweetie #batfleck x gn!reader #bruce wayne x gn reader #dceu #character death #tw: violence #tw: gun violence #tw: mentions of abuse

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findroleplay · 10 months

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hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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acourtofidiots · 1 year

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THIS IS TOTALLY NOT BABY J ASKING FOR BATFLECK SMUT, HEAVY ON THE DADDY KINK. 👀👀👀👀

Power [Batfleck!Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson]

wc: 272

cw: daddy kink, sir kink, cockwarming-ish, orgasm denial, pwp

a/n: first drabble for my unholy verse! hope y'all enjoy it 😌

(also I know Batfleck and Titans Dick Grayson don't exist in the same universe, but let's just ignore that.)

“Daddy, please!” You cried. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep up with Bruce’s tortuous pace or Dick’s unyielding targeting of your clit with the bullet vibrator. It’s been hours since you went down to the cave to keep Bruce company, only to find Dick chatting with Bruce about an upcoming case.

Instead of being patient like you usually would, you decided it was best to act out like an absolute brat to signify your needs. And that leads you to here, cunt full but unable to come.

“Aw, your pretty pussy is practically crying for us,” Dick coos, pressing the vibrator harder against you and savoring the harsh cry it pulled from you. Bruce grunts in agreement, pulling away from your neck to deliver a pinch to your nipples, sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Some attention from daddy and sir?” Bruce tweaks your nipple when you don’t respond immediately, evoking another cry as Dick pulls the vibrator away.

“Y-yes, daddy!” Tears slide down your face, turning the man in front of you into a kaleidoscope of colors. Your hips bucked up towards the vibrator, but Bruce gripped your hips to hold you down.

“No, baby, you take your punishment like a good girl. Or else I will have to get Jason to help us out here. And you don’t want that do you?”

“No, daddy.”

Dick beamed at you before putting the vibrator back on your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head. “Just a few more, baby. And then you can choke on my cock while Daddy fucks you.” Ç

#dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader smut #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x reader smut #unholy verse #julia.writes #ask julia #anon #anonymous

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alienguts · 1 year

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Monday (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce has a present for Y/N. Why? Just because.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, cuddling, vaginal fingering, sex 🔞

Request?: Requested by anon

A/N: I am fully aware that I'm posting this on a Tuesday.

When Y/N had decided to work from home that day, she didn’t expect Bruce to join her in the afternoon. Or to come home with a giant bouquet of flowers for her.

“What are these for?” she asked Bruce as she prepared a vase of water.

“No reason,” he said. “It’s Monday and I just felt like bringing you a present.”

“That’s sweet. But you don’t need to get me presents, I’ve got you,” Y/N said, turning away from the sink to hug him. Bruce eagerly accepted her hug and lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter.

“Well, you’ve been here all day working by yourself so I figured I would get you something to cheer you up.”

“You actually got me two things that cheer me up.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

Y/N drew Bruce closer to her and placed a sweet peck on his lips.

“Ah, I see,” he said. “It’s me.”

“Best gift I could ever get,” Y/N said before kissing him again. “A handsome husband who brings me flowers while I’m home alone? It’s like winning the lottery.”

“I could take you upstairs and give you another gift,” he offered. “Show you just how generous I can be.”

“I should be getting back to work, Bruce,” she said, not making any effort to squirm out of his grasp.

“Take a longer break, you’ve earned it,” Bruce purred in her ear and started to kiss her neck softly. “You’re the boss, anyway.”

“Okay,” she breathed. “We’ll go upstairs.”

Bruce held Y/N by her hips as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and picked her up easily. He took leisurely strides through the house to carry her to the bedroom, not in any hurry to throw her down onto the bed and rip her clothes off. He knew that she’d been working hard all day and wanted to help her take it easy, even if he’d never taken it easy once in his life.

Once upstairs, he closed the door behind him with his foot and made sure to lock it behind him. He knew that Alfred wouldn’t be home for hours but it was better to be safe than sorry. Keeping her in his arms, Bruce laid them both down on the bed and rolled them onto their sides, still facing each other, their noses touching.

“This is already better than working all day, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice low and rolling in his chest.

“It is,” Y/N said as she settled further into him, melting as his large palms stroked her back. She let her eyes drift closed as her body felt lighter and lighter, only just coming back to her senses when she felt Bruce’s lips softly kiss hers.

Times like these made every difficult part of their relationship worth it. They were both constantly busy with their own work lives, as well as charity events and nightly activities and it felt like they never had any time to see each other. Just being able to take the time to lie together in the middle of the day made her realise just how much she missed him.

Y/N grabbed hold of the front of Bruce’s shirt and pulled him closer to her, desperate to feel more of him. He knew she was impatient, but he kept his touches slow and measured, making sure to calm her down rather than work her up. His lips softly melded with hers as he stroked her back, his hands pushing her shirt up so he could touch her bare skin. She shivered against him and whined, begging him for more.

“Is this okay?” Bruce mumbled against her mouth, stopping his strokes until she gave him an answer. Y/N nodded, her breathing already heavy with lust.

He took his cue to break away from her, taking in how she looked at him with hazy eyes, her pupils dilated as she watched him sit up to unbutton his shirt and take it off. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and let her eyes roam over his torso, taking in the sight in front of her as her pussy clenched. Her entire body warmed when she loomed over her, his hair hanging in his eyes as he lowered himself down to kiss her again. His skin was warm under her hands as she wrapped her arms around him again and welcomed his tongue into her mouth.

Bruce skimmed his palm down Y/N’s body as he kissed her, feeling her breasts through her clothes and slowly working his way down until he reached between her legs. Her hips twitched at his touch and she tried to grind them into his fingers, desperate for him to tend to her burning desire.

“Can I take these off?” he purred as his lips drifted to kiss her jaw and neck.

“Please,” she breathed and lightly dug her nails into his shoulders.

“How about this?” he teased as he toyed with the hem of her shirt. She didn’t give an answer this time, ready for him to just rip all of her clothes off her.

Y/N held her breath as Bruce pulled her shirt up and over her head, his eyes going wide when he took in her naked chest, no bra in sight. She let her breath out slowly, trying to keep it even as he moved to take her sweatpants off, slowly pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. She knew she was already wet enough to have soaked through her panties but she was far past being embarrassed about it. She clenched again when she heard his breath catch in his throat and he pulled the panties down.

“You’re already so wet,” he said in awe, his voice just above a whisper.

Bruce held her by her hips as he guided her to lie back against the pillows again and spread her legs apart with his hands, exposing her soaked core to him. He could feel himself getting harder and harder the more he looked at her and lightly ran his fingertips along the insides of her thighs, drifting closer to where she wanted him to touch her.

“Bruce, please,” Y/N whined and pushed her hips up, too impatient for any more teasing.

When he finally brushed his fingers through her wet folds, she whimpered in pleasure. She felt like a spark had jumped through her body, making her clit throb under his touch and her cunt clench around nothing, begging to be filled. Bruce circled his fingers around her entrance, gathering her arousal and spreading it around before trailing it up to her clit.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?” he purred as he leaned back over her body, his fingers toying with her clit as he started to kiss her neck again.

“So good,” Y/N moaned and tried to push her hips up again, only for them to be held down with his free hand.

“Try to keep still for me,” he said. “I want you to be completely relaxed, okay?”

She nodded and let her head fall back onto the pillows, her eyes closing as she let out a long breath in pleasure. Her body completely gave in to the pleasure that he was giving her, sinking deeper and deeper under the surface until she felt like she was lying in a pool of warm water, the small waves starting at her core and spreading around.

The feeling taking over her intensified when she felt Bruce slide his fingers inside her. She whined and clenched around him, sucking his fingers into her and refusing to let him. He rocked them back and forth, letting her adjust to them inside her before gently curling upwards to find her sweet spot. She cried out when he found it and curled her fingers around his wrist, begging him to keep going.

“Think I can make you cum like this?” Bruce asked her, his mouth right next to her ear. She could feel the vibrations of his voice through his body and she shivered. Just him talking to her could have made her cum, she’d never felt so aroused in her life.

Y/N rocked her hips back and forth in time with Bruce’s fingers, finding the perfect rhythm for him to slowly and gently bring her to climax. He’d shifted to lie next to her, her body nestled perfectly into his and her leg thrown over his hip as he kept his fingers inside her tight cunt, the new angle giving him better access. His cock twitched and hardened more as he listened to her sweet moans and curled his fingers, relishing the feeling of her soft walls clenching around them. He mumbled praises in her ear as she moaned softly, her breath picking up and her cunt starting to flutter and clench harder, her climax fast approaching.

When her orgasm finally hit her, it floated through her body like gentle waters, not the usual crashing wave she would normally experience. But it was just what she needed. She’d spent so much of the day working and rushing through tasks and needed to be able to unwind and relax, even if that meant taking an hour or two to be slowly and gently fucked by her husband.

Making love didn’t always have to be frenzied and rushed, they could just take their time and let pleasure take them where it wanted.

Bruce continued to fingerfuck her through her climax, not slowing his movements until she sagged against him and her moans turned back into deep breaths. He gently slid his fingers out of her, already missing the feeling of her clenched around him, and cleaned them off with his mouth. His cock twitched again painfully, the taste of her sweet cum flooding his mouth.

“Feel better?” he asked her softly as he dried his fingers off on his pants and turned her boneless body over in his arms.

“Much better,” Y/N said dreamily, her eyes fluttering as she tried to keep them open.

“Think you could handle a little more?” She nodded. “Good, lie back for me.”

She reluctantly rolled out of his arms and onto her back and watched him remove the rest of his clothes. Bruce leisurely unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants before standing up to push them down to the floor with his underwear. She couldn’t help how her mouth watered and her pussy when she saw how hard he was, his thick length standing to attention.

Y/N took shuddering breaths as he took his place back on the bed, looming over her and covering her body with his. His face was already flushed with arousal and she could see how dilated his eyes were, the black pupils almost eclipsing the irises. He kept eye contact with her and ran the tip of his cock through her slick folds before gently pushing into her.

The pleasured sigh Bruce let out as he entered her was music to Y/N’s ears and intensified her own arousal. She was still sensitive from her previous climax and knew she was likely to cum again soon, but she would welcome the overstimulation. She wrapped her legs around Bruce’s waist as he began to softly roll his hips into hers and buried her face in his neck, letting him have complete control of her body.

“You feel so good,” Bruce groaned into her hair, trying his best to keep his movements slow. “You’re perfect.”

Y/N whined and tried to keep her voice down, but couldn’t help crying out when he hit her sweet spot with ease. The feeling of him slowly sliding in and out of her was quickly becoming too much to bear and her legs shook from trying to keep them around his waist. Bruce could tell that she was struggling and let her legs fall down so he could hold them open himself. He adjusted his position so he was kneeling upright, giving her a good view of his muscular torso as he fucked her, his thumb brushing against her sensitive clit in time with his thrusts.

He couldn’t help but speed up his thrusts slightly when he took in the sight of her beneath him: her chest heaving, fingers clenched in the sheets as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes and her gorgeous lips parted. He could feel his own climax fast approaching, faster than he’d expected, his stomach starting to tighten as he listened to her gasp and moan.

Another wave of pleasure hit Y/N as her second orgasm arrived, her hips jolting upwards as Bruce continued to play with her clit and thrust into her. She moaned and panted as she rode out her high, clawing at Bruce’s forearms and begging him to keep going. Her body had subsided, jerking as her eyes rolled back, the endorphins fully coursing through her body and turning her into a boneless mess, her spent cunt still clenched tightly around Bruce’s cock.

When his own climax finally hit him, Bruce lost himself to how her body made him feel, letting out soft moans of his own as his hips stuttered against her, his twitching length pumping her full of thick cum. He let his body sag against hers, framing her head with his hands on either side as he caught his breath. He bent down to softly kiss her forehead before slowly pulling out and lying down next to Y/N, his body pressed close to hers.

Neither of them said anything for a while, just listened to each other breathing and enjoyed being close to one another. Bruce thought that Y/N had fallen asleep before she turned over to face him.

“Will you stay home for the rest of the day?” she asked, her voice quiet in the empty master bedroom.

“Of course I will,” he said with a soft smile before kissing her again. She eagerly returned his kiss and settled into him again, her head resting on his chest.

“Thank you, honey,” she said as he stroked her back.

“Any time,” Bruce said. “I’m always happy to help you take a break.”

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river-bottom-nightmare · 2 months

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For the dc fandom asks, 1, 2 and 3 pleaseee

hello babe!!! ty so much for the ask!

1: list 3 positive things about your current fandoms:

depending on the day this could be positive or negative but i lovvvee how there's so many different niches in the dc fandom due to it's rather sprawling nature. like if i'm feeling particularly yj one week, there's a whole bunch of dedicated yj fans with specific yj fic recs and fanart and the whole nine yards. if i want a whole bunch of dick grayson positivity, i know exactly which blogs to go to! if i want very specifically batfleck and henry cavill superman superbat stuff—well i'm guaranteed to find some people who love that stuff. there's a bunch of content for every aspect of the fandom, and i adore that

i love how many genres the dc fandom encompasses. there's cute fluff, there's hardcore nothing but angst, there's weird gothic horror, there's sci-fi, there's romance, there's pure meta, there's just smut. it's a fandom that has a little bit of everything

finally, i love the people in the fandom who go out of their way to write long metas with specific comic panels and in-depth character analysis. it's what really helps me understand comic timelines i haven't read and characters i don't know much about. a huge shoutout to all of them!

2: a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like: lmaooooo tim being besties with all his exes. like i'm not usually a fan of the whole "staying friends with your exes" trope but the pure comedy that brings up with steph especially, but all his civilian supporting cast is top tier.

3: a character that fandom has helped you appreciate: harvey dent!! before fandom, i truly did not appreciate just how important to the batman mythos he was, and how many different ways his character can play into both bruce and dick's overall story arcs. such a banger character, i'm sad he isn't used in canon as often as he should be.

#ask game #dc

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years

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Hey, no hate but just wondering if you find ben affleck attractive? everyone went wild at his dick twitch but man, someone overlooked that Bruce is Hot in the casting directory.

the way i SCREAMED when i read this bc ok ok

when i write Bruce, I don't have a clear "Bruce" in mind. I kind of go more towards the personalities they have in the movies (Bale/Battinson/Batfleck) and not the appearance

hotness wise...I am a lesbian. So...yeah. Yes. Please know that I am but a mere lesbian sitting here writing smut for men with a straight face alsdjlsakdf

#honey.txt

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 1 year

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Social Media AU: Y/n Wayne loves "Big Boy" Baseball

Other Social Media AU Big Boys:

STEVE ROGERS

CLARK KENT

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 month

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Me and My Husband

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LipqzXM by RedRoomWidows Isabella Wayne returns home to her apartment and finds her (separated) husband chilling in her kitchen. Words: 2479, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of OC Prompt Bingo 2024 Fandoms: DCU, DC Extended Universe, DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Batman, Bruce Wayne, written with batfleck in mind Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Smut, NSFW, Swearing, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, No Condom, Kitchen Sex, Bulge Sucking (Homestuck), Orgasm Edging, scratching and leaving marks, Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut., lowkey need some context for this oc lol, basically OC is a murderous vigilante, bruce catches her, Prison, then suicide squad, besties with harley, then seperated marrige, i'll try and fill the gaps, Maledom read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LipqzXM

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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princessmisery666 · 3 years

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Two Birds, One Stone - Say My Name (mini series) - Part 2 of 4

Series Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?

Part 2

Summary: Rick discovers where Ally was during the takedown, but he doesn’t like it. Waller gets her claws firmly in Ally and tests her powers.

Warnings: smut, angst (what is wrong with me? Why can’t they just be happy? *cries in fangirl*), betrayal, manipulation.

W/C: 3.9k

Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).

Pairing: brief Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x OFC (Ally). Rick Flag x OFC.

Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: batman smut.

A/N: @petitgateau911, here is your batman smut 😁

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki // @wonder-cole // all mistakes are still mine.

Graphics: pics found on google, title card made by me, divider by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Series // Main // AFG Bingo

Two Birds, One Stone.

Ally was familiar with nice things, expensive clothes, wine that cost more than the clothes, fancy cuisine, and being treated like royalty. However, her family's riches and influence paled in comparison to Bruce Wayne’s. The lie she fed of working late and being too tired to meet for their third date hadn’t deterred the billionaire. Though she hadn’t expected it would, she’d been using her power on him for almost two weeks, and he was smitten; he couldn’t have said no to anything she asked of him. He’d been the one to insist she meet him in the restaurant of her hotel at nine-thirty. That fit perfectly with her plan, so ever playing the role, reluctantly, she’d accepted.

Just after eight-thirty, a hotel employee delivered a gift from Bruce to Ally’s room; a green silk gown with a thigh-high slit, the same color as her eyes, and sparkling silver Jimmy Choo stilettos. By twelve-thirty, all that remained were the heels.

The lounge area of Ally’s hotel suite was large, but so was Bruce. He’d already kicked over the coffee table in his eagerness to get it out of his way so he could slot himself between Ally’s legs and taste her. After her second orgasm coated Bruce’s tongue, she licked her juices from his mouth in a luscious kiss and guided them both to their feet.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes, Mr. Wayne,” she teased, walking backward toward the bedroom.

Bruce stood where she’d left him by the couch, dumbfounded; white shirt unbuttoned, hair in disarray where she’d run her hands through it to fuck his tongue, and his open pants hung on his hips, erection straining against the extortionately expensive Italian fabric.

Her mauve fog swirled around the whites of his eyes, and she was concerned she’d given him too high a dose while she’d rode the wave of her climax. Sometimes she couldn’t control it.

She waited a moment for the fog to clear, and fortunately, it didn’t take long.

“Well,” Bruce said, voice deeper than she’d heard it before, “we’d better do something about that.”

She beckoned him forward with a seductive curl of her finger, and he followed like a lamb to the slaughter, helpless and clueless. He shed his clothes while he stalked toward her, and she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Shoes on or off?” she asked.

“On,” he demanded and fell to his knees at her feet. Taking her left foot in his hand, he pressed a gentle kiss to her ankle and traveled north, locking his eyes to hers, and the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips spoke volumes. He was primed and ready for her to do what she needed to do.

“Bruce,” she whined, laying flat so he could kiss her stomach. “I need you, now.”

He stood to his full height, fisted his cock, and gazed down at her. “How do you want me?” he asked, lip caught between his teeth, chest puffing with stunted breaths as his hand moved faster.

“I wanna ride you.”

In a haze of passionate kisses and determined movements, Bruce ended up in the middle of the bed, Ally straddling his lap. She gripped his length, pumped a few times, and then lowered herself onto him. Their combined moan of satisfaction fulfilled at that first delectable connection echoed around the room, and they both panted to catch their breath.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.

The gentleman she’d come to know seemed to have faded into the background. Bruce’s fingers dug painfully into her hips and he used all his strength to lift and drop, thrusting up to meet her hips, and impale her on his cock every time. He pounded into her as hard as he could, and all she could do was hold on tight.

The interrogation room was cold, crumbling concrete, grey plastic chairs that made her ass numb just looking at them, one mirrored wall that was obviously two-way glass, and a tv hooked up on the wall to Ally’s left. It was a step up from an eight by eight cell, but she knew it was no more than that, a prison to hold her until they were ready to ship her off to a real one.

“Allura Knowles, I’m impressed,” Waller said, stepping into the room and closing the door. Though, it sounded more like condescending praise for being an obedient little puppy.

Amanda Waller was a bitch. She’d agree with anyone who made the same statement, but Ally had to admit she respected her. She got shit done, and she didn’t care who she had to crush to do it. Everyone was expendable, and she didn’t discriminate.

Taking a seat across from her, Waller tapped the screen of the tablet she was never without. “Three dates to get him to confess all. Is that a new record for you?”

She shrugged, chewed the inside of her cheek, “I could’ve done it sooner, but figured I’d make the most of being able to sleep in a California king-size bed.”

“Smart,” Waller agreed with an approving nod. “But you didn’t do much sleeping last night.” She tapped the tablet screen, and the tv sprang to life. A split-screen showing four angles of the entire hotel suite before a few more taps and the bedroom filled the screen. Ally’s tryst with Bruce Wayne began playing out in full high definition.

“Again,” reiterated Ally, keeping her focus on Amanda, “figured I’d have a bit of fun while I still can. I might as well get something out of this deal too.”

Waller regarded her for a moment while the video continued playing in the background, small whimpers and deep groans of desire filling the small space.

“Tell me,” the boss began, phrasing it as a question, but Ally understood this wasn’t a negotiation. There would be no back and forth; Amanda was gathering information, and she’d get it. “Is your power stronger when they’re inside of you? Do you have more influence?”

“Sometimes, depends on the person.”

“So that’s not why you let him fuck you?” Waller asked, lips quirking into a smile inspired by debauchery.

Ally sighed with a shrug, “he’s hot; I had a job to do. Two birds, one stone.”

On-screen, Ally commanded, “Tell me a secret, Bruce.”

“Look at the screen.” The woman in charge waited until her orders had been followed.

Ally turned to the replay of her activities, Bruce in the middle of the bed, eyes closed, Ally straddling his lap, face buried in his neck. Mauve tendrils flowed from her hands and wound themselves around Bruce’s body, and Ally repeated her request. His lips moved against the shell of her ear. The video froze.

“Is this when he tells you, right here? The mics didn’t quite pick it up, I’ve got my tech guys enhancing it, but it’s easier if you just tell me.”

“Yes,” Ally said, “he told me he’s Batman. But you already knew that, right?” Waller gave nothing away, not a quirk of her lips or change in eye contact, nothing. Not that Ally expected her to. No one gained as much power as Amanda Waller had by having a shitty poker face. “You just wanted to test my powers. The dark knight was like the ultimate test. Get him to tell me who he really is, and then you know I’m not faking it.”

Waller smiled, it was anything but sincere, and Ally knew it was the closest she’d ever get to earning the boss bitch’s respect. “Flag told me you were smart.”

Ally bristled at the mention of him, and she hated that it got under her skin, especially so in front of Amanda. “Not that smart,” she digressed. “I let him in, didn’t I? Although, he confessed all to me without me having to use my power, so I think that reflects more on your operation than ours.”

“My operation went exactly to plan.”

“So he was supposed to tell me the truth?”

“He played his part.”

“I wonder did he know I was the real mark, or did you feed him the same bullshit as you fed me? It took me a while, but I figured out what we’re really doing here.”

The other woman cocked her brow, “enlighten me.”

It was an invitation to continue that Ally didn’t need but took regardless. “When you picked me up that night, you told me that you wanted to take down my family, a high profile crime syndicate and that my abilities and I were just the icing on the cake. But that was a lie,” she stated, confidence in her theory growing with each word. “I’ve seen the news, whatever you were trying to pin on them, it’s not sticking; my brother’s already out. But it was never supposed to, right? Keeping me under lock and key, but dressing it up as seducing Bruce these last few weeks, it looks like I’m in hiding, that I was the rat, so now I can’t go home.”

“Two birds, one stone,” Waller repeated smugly.

“So, really, it was me you were after all along. But you got impatient because you couldn’t arrest me for any crimes; I’ve never committed one, Colonel Flag can attest to that.” Ally smirked, feeling arrogant that she’d worked out Waller’s plan. “Yeah, I’ve lived a life of luxury off the back of crime, but I’ve never partaken nor witnessed one per se, so you can’t touch me.”

Amanda balked; a twitch of her lips showed she was impressed, but that was as far as her admiration went. Ally knew she was treading a thin line. “I can make anything stick if I really wanted it to.”

“I don’t doubt that, but this is what you actually want.” Mauve fog clouded her eyes. “I’m sure there’s some scientist in a lab somewhere with my blood trying to replicate it, right? So I’ll make you a deal.”

“Go on.”

“I’ll comply with whatever you need me to do, no questions asked.” Waller couldn’t hide her surprise, and Ally took pride in it. “But while the mad scientists are tinkering away, I want them to find a cure too. I want this out of me.”

“Then what?” Amanda scoffed, “you get to ride off into the sunset with a knight in shining armor.”

“Let me worry about the after.”

Waller considered her for a long, tense moment, and Ally worried she’d played her hand too soon. “Come with me.”

Seeing no point in rushing to be thrown in a jail cell until Waller deemed her necessary again, Ally followed her out of the room reluctantly. The door had almost closed behind Amanda, and Ally stepped into the hallway just as the door to the room behind the mirrored glass closed.

Flanked by two soldiers, Rick stood ramrod straight, hands resting on the gun strapped across his chest, glaring at her.

“You two haven’t been formally introduced,” Waller teased cruelly, “Allura Knowles, meet Colonel Rick Flag.”

“Fuck you,” Ally snarled, taking a threatening step toward the woman, fists clenched at her sides.

The two men behind Rick reacted immediately and trained their weapons on her, red dots hovered over the center of her chest, and she stopped. Rick remained a statue; Ally wasn’t sure he was breathing. She didn’t care; it’d be easier if he weren’t.

“Don’t worry, there’ll be time to get reacquainted,” Amanda said as if the tense standoff wasn’t happening. “Murphy’s Estate,” she directed toward Rick, “no outside contact. Guards on every entry and exit.”

“Expecting trouble?”

“Let’s just say the Bat isn’t too happy with my methods of testing. He knows about Belle Reve, she won’t be safe there, and I need her alive. I want your team to transport her; after that, I don’t need you for anything for a while. Take some vacation time or stay,” she shrugged, “your choice. But keep your phone on and be available.”

Ally had known the woman only a few weeks, but she knew whatever Rick chose, stay or leave, Amanda had ulterior motives.

The Murphy Estate had been confiscated in the nineties from a doctor who had been performing illegal human experiments until the CIA shut him down. That was all the information the guards had given her. He may have been borderline psychotic, but he had an appreciation for the beauty of nature.

Ignoring the armed wardens that followed from a safe distance, Ally had walked the grounds a few times in the twenty-four hours she’d been there, mainly to try and walk off the strong-ass sedative they’d given her before transportation.

Standing beside the blacked-out SUV in the loading bay, Rick held up the syringe, half full with an off-white substance. “It’s protocol,” he’d said. The authoritative tone in his voice was alien and new, and she didn’t care for it one bit, but the apologetic smile slipped through the mask. “Can’t let you see where we’re going.”

“I’m not letting you put whatever that shit is in me.”

“It’s a sedative,” he explained, “it’s just gonna make you sleep for a few hours. When you wake up, we’ll be where we need to be.”

She pressed her lips in a hard line. “No.”

“It’s me or one of them,” he pointed toward the two officers loading the trunk, the ones who had held her at gunpoint protecting Waller.

Ally unnecessarily weighed her options, as there wasn’t much in the way of choices. “Fine,” she huffed, snatching the needle from him. She held his eyes and plunged the sedative into her neck.

“Shit, Ally,” he said.

The last thing she remembered was Rick’s forlorn expression as he reached out toward her. She wasn’t sure he caught her limp body, but she had no injuries, so she assumed he had.

He’d kept that promise, at least. When she awoke, she was in a large bedroom of the Murphy House. She’d walked the halls of the grand house, getting her bearings, trying to see beyond the grounds from the windows to figure out exactly where she was, but it was too big.

A large lake with a dock was the focal point of the entire estate, and if granted permission, Ally wanted to find out if it was man-made or natural. It spread far and wide, with one long dock. Ally sat in one of the wooden deck chairs at the edge, with the house behind her and no walls visible beyond the lake’s reach. She could pretend she was on a mini-vacation, like the fishing trips her father used to take her and Max on.

Heavy boots on the old wood disrupted her reminiscing, and she wondered which sentry had been brave enough to approach her. Of all the ones she’d passed today, twenty-four by her count, she had asked two questions and been met with expressionless silence.

She glanced over her shoulder to see Rick striding toward her. The jeans and henley he wore didn’t fool her, neither did the bottle of bourbon and two glasses he set down on the table between the chairs. They weren’t friends having a drink and catching up while the sun set; she was his ward.

“Figured you’d need a drink,” he said, pouring a shot into each glass.

She said nothing, looked back out at the water and hoped she could fall back into her daydream of happier times.

Rick had other ideas. “How’re you feeling? Any side effects from the sedative?”

She closed her eyes and ignored him. After a stretched silence, he asked, “Have you eaten? I can get a pizza delivered or something.”

“Stop,” she sighed. “Faking being concerned about me isn’t fooling anyone, so just stop.”

“I’m not faking anything,” Rick implored, “never faked anything with you.”

“Just your name, Flag,” she reminded him, turning a sneer in his direction, “family history, past, and, oh yeah, who the fuck you are!”

“I lied,” he rebuked, holding her eyes, “I never faked anything. Everything I felt about you, everything I said, none of that was fake. I can prove it.” He shuffled to the edge of his seat, held his arm out to her, rolling the sleeve of his shirt to expose his flesh. “I’m not immune to your power,” he admitted, “I was taking a suppressant, but I haven’t had any for weeks. Use your power; ask me anything.”

The sincerity in his expression held her hostage for a moment. Unable to look away from the brown of his eyes. Brown didn’t even begin to describe the color, not with the setting sun shining on them. They were dark crystallized chocolate, ringed with gold light, like the corona of an eclipse that was impossible to look away from. She pondered for a moment how anyone could look into them and not fall for the courageous and kind man they belonged to, and that thought reminded her that someone else had.

“Okay, tell me, Flag, does June know you fucked your target?”

The cognitive process hopped over his features, a confused pull of his brow, his mouth opened and closed before recognition hit as to how she could know. “Waller told you.”

“Seems you have a thing for metahumans,” Ally snarked. His jaw flexed, and the amount of pleasure she took in getting under his skin was shameful. “Should I watch my back for her too?”

“No,” he sneered, “we broke up a long time before I met you.”

“We didn’t meet!” She spat, “you wormed your way into my life as an objective to your mission!”

He didn’t deny it, a fact she was thankful for. It was exhausting to fight with him, and she wasn’t sure she had much left in her.

“Ally, please,” he appealed, holding his arm out once again. “I need you to know everything I feel about you is real.”

“Stop!” she shouted, jumping to her feet to put distance between herself and the temptation of his offered hand. He didn’t deserve the opportunity to make himself feel better. “I don’t want to hear it. Maybe what you claim to feel about me is real, but I don’t know you, Flag.”

The muscles rippled across his jaw as he bit down whatever it was he was holding back. Gradually his features softened, and he asked, “Why didn’t you warn your brother?”

“I got arrested.”

“You didn’t get scooped up for three hours after you left my apartment,” Rick said matter of factly. “You had plenty of time.”

“I couldn’t get a hold of him.”

“Bullshit. We have your phone records. You didn’t even try to call him.”

“So?”

“So, you chose me.”

“I didn’t choose anyone.”

Smugly, he said, “Yet you did.”

“Shut up.”

“Whether you admit it or not, you did, you could’ve warned your brother, but you didn’t. Cause you knew he’d have killed me. You love me, Ally; I know you do. Otherwise, I’d be rotting in some unmarked grave somewhere.”

The idea of Rick; pale, sunken skin, flesh rotting from his bones, those beautiful eyes being lifeless made her want to gag, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected her. Because then he’d know how much she still cared. Instead, she growled, “I don’t know you, and I don’t love you, Flag.”

He shot to his feet, crowded her space, and through gritted teeth, he demanded, “stop calling me that.”

“I’m never gonna say your name again,” she said, and the ache of sorrow unclenched his jaw, and his mouth fell slack. But she wouldn’t let his torment dampen her resolve; she held her ground, squared her shoulders, and glared at him. “I can promise you that. So I may have chosen to save your life,” she languished. “But I also chose to fuck Bruce Wayne, and look how that’s working out for me. Clearly, my decision-making is flawed, Colonel Flag.”

“Is that why you screwed him?” asked Rick, “to get back at me.”

Yes. Absolutely. But she’d never admit to it because to do so would be admitting that she believed he cared for her. She shrugged, “maybe,” and paused to give the statement the full effect she wanted. “Or maybe I was under orders.”

“Waller didn’t tell you to fuck him.”

“Tell me, Flag,” Ally growled, “did she tell you to fuck me, or was that your choice?”

His head dropped to his chest, and she stepped around him, picking up the bottle of bourbon from the table before she marched toward the house.

Part 3 - Honey Trap

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