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ynscrazylife · 6 months

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THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️

— CHAPTER TWO

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batman!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

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Having to wait until morning to pull the security cam footage from nearby stores was hell. In the meantime, Bruce filled out a missing persons report (and nearly broke down whilst doing it). The worst part of it all was having to come home, alone, and face his family.

His kids and Alfred were exactly where he left them, all in the living room.

“Where’s Mom?” Dick was the first to ask, arms crossed. Neither he nor his brothers could hide the worry flickering across his face. Not even Alfred, who was usually so composed.

“I believe,” Bruce began, wanting to be strong for them. The image of your smiling face flashed in his mind and he slammed his hand against the nearby wall to steady himself. Get it together, he told himself. The weight of your shattered phone in his pocket felt like tons of bricks. “She’s been taken.”

He hated that that was all he could say on it. That was all he knew. He hated that he had to say it at all.

Five rounds of “What?!” echoed around the room. Bruce forced himself to look at Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. At their pain. Their shock.

“I only found her phone, broken. But we will bring her home,” Bruce said, knowing that there was no keeping his children out of this investigation. “I will take the lead. I’m going to go downstairs and start working. Anyone is free to join me, but I’d also suggest trying to sleep. If you can.”

He started towards the stairs. Then, half-way there, he stopped and turned around, opening up his arms. It took a second, but the boys came to him, and Bruce tucked them in his arms with a strong, tight hug. Alfred watched for a moment, then walked around and put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

“We will find her,” Bruce vowed.

And, he thought, if you were harmed in anyway, if a single hair was out of place, he’d destroy whoever had enough nerve to do this.

Standing by Commissioner Gordon’s side, Bruce peered over the employee sitting at his desk, who was starting up the footage on his computer. They found the closest store to the spot where your phone was found and as soon as the sign switched from closed to open, they walked in.

“Here you go,” the employee murmured, pressing play.

The footage was grainy and dark but with narrowed eyes, Bruce was determined to take in all that he could. As soon as you walked into frame, Bruce couldn’t help but tense up, nervous about what they were going to see.

Your pace started slowing as you took out your phone. Then, a jolt of electricity — where it was coming from was off-screen — hit your in the back. Bruce fixed his jaw, trying not to lash out or yell or even cry as he saw you fall. The thought of you, limp on the hard, dirty sidewalk . . .

Then, two figures came into frame, lean builds and wearing all black. Bruce watched how one stomped on your phone screen and he took a breath. They were saying something to each other, but the footage didn’t have audio. It was impossible to make out. He curled his fingers into a fist when they each took one of your arms, starting to drag you away. They didn’t seem to care at all that your head was bouncing off the ground and Bruce wanted to smash the screen.

He’d make them fucking pay, that was for sure.

Gordon did the talking, thanking the employee and whatnot. Bruce was in a daze, the footage playing over and over again in his head. He hadn’t even realized that Gordon wrapped up the conversation until he was pulled outside. They went a few stores down, trying to find more security camera footage of where they took you.

When they did, Gordon and Bruce watched as the kidnappers haphazardly tossed you into the car. As if you were nothing. As if you weren’t the most precious thing in Bruce’s life. He made fists again. They drove away and the one good thing was that the footage captured the license plate.

Gordon drove them to the police station and Bruce practically forced him to speed. A goddamn license plate, that was their only clue. Bruce’s only hope. He was pacing back and forth while the police actually ran the plate, never staying still for even a millisecond.

Finally, Gordon emerged. “They must’ve stolen the car. We’ll start sending patrol units out, contact other local departments . . . We will find this car. We’ll find them,” he said confidently.

While patrol units drove all around the city and beyond, Bruce did the same in his Batmobile. He spent every minute of every hour on the road, only returning for food and a couple hours of sleep after numerous calls from Alfred. It was the second time when he came home that he saw how much this was affecting his children. A wave of guilt hit, he knew that he hadn’t been paying as much attention to them as he should’ve.

You would’ve told Bruce to leave it to your fellow detectives, who were hellbent on getting you home. You would’ve told Bruce that he didn’t have to be Batman. He had to be home. God, you were so good, it sometimes hurt.

Bruce sat with his four boys on the couch, his arms wrapped around them. He updated them on the case, told them everything he knew. Of course, they asked to join him on patrol, but Bruce told them there was no need. He was going to take a few days off to spend with them.

It was after those few days that Bruce received a call from Gordon. They were in the middle of a somber dinner when his phone rang and the vigilante sprang up from his seat, nearly knocking his chair over. Everyone paused their eating.

“Gordon?” Bruce asked. The last few times, Gordon had nothing big to tell him, but Bruce answered his phone the same way every time.

“We got the car. It’s abandoned, but they drove out of the city. Parked near the woods.”

Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian all wanted to go search with their father, but Alfred assured Bruce that he’d have them finish their dinners. Bruce gave each one of them a kiss on the head and promised to be home at a reasonable hour (which Alfred would hold him to, bless the man) before he rushed off.

It took a little while to get to the coordinates that Gordon sent, but when he did, he found detectives and cops and even civilian-organized search parties. It warmed Bruce’s heart, how much the city adored you. They knew you as Mrs Wayne, the kind and brave detective.

He joined the search as Batman, looking high and low. He got deep into the woods when finally, he found something. A group of costumed people all looking around, some confused, some awed. Bruce could tell they didn’t belong.

“Identify yourself,” he growled, coming out of the shadows and approaching them.

They all turned to him suddenly. No one moved or said anything for a second, until a redheaded woman came forward. She looked to be around your age, maybe a couple years older.

“This is probably going to come as a shock, but please, hear me out,” the woman began.

“I don’t ‘hear’ people out. Identify yourself, now,” Bruce demanded, in no mood for games.

The woman sighed softly. “Fine. You can call me te Black Widow. Back home, I — we — are known as the Avengers. We’re looking for someone named Y/N,” she told him.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 8 months

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.⋆｡Double Lives｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x villain!plus size reader

Batman lets a villain go when she startles him

Warnings: reader’s villain name is Styx, choking, fighting, stolen goods, reader and Bruce don’t know each other’s secret identities, implied smut, nudity, slight smut, fluff, sassy Alfred

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“Oh c’mon Batsy, I thought you could fight better than that.” You teased, yet again dancing away from the vigilante who was getting increasingly aggravated with your fight. He might have been stronger and had far more experience but you were flexible and a hell of a lot faster than him.

“You won’t win this Styx. Those artefacts are not yours to take.” His fist connected to the wall you ducked behind, narrowly missing your jaw. You leg swept out in a powerful kick to his broad chest, forcing the Batman back a few feet. He recovered quickly.

“They did not belong to the museum either.” You snapped back as you leapt onto the ledge of the roof, eyeing the fire escape on the otherwise of the alley. You ducked down and grabbed the bag of ancient art just in time for his huge arm to wind around your thick waist and pull you back down.

You stumbled, dropping the bag as you were forced onto your knees. The white eyes of his cowl were fixated on you, no longer focused on the stolen goods. Your ribs screamed with pain as you rolled away and sprang back up. Your smile was beginning to waver beneath your half mask but you would not let him beat you.

“Give up now and I won’t turn you over to GCPD.” You tried to feign going to the right but he easily predicted the move.

The breath was knocked from your lungs as his gloved hand wrapped around your throat and shoved you into the wall behind you. He loomed over you, all shadows and sweat. You just couldn’t help it.

“Harder.” You moaned and everything stopped.

“What?” That wasn’t the voice of Batman, it was the voice of a very confused (and slightly turned on) man. You laid your own gloved hand over his own, forcing his fingers to curl against your throat in an even tighter grip.

“I won’t break, B. Harder.” Your other hand grabbed at his utility belt and pulled his slim hips into your thick ones, letting him feel the heat of your body through the thin layer of your suit. His jaw clenched and teasingly tightened his grip on your neck, forcing another sultry moan from your lips.

Batman dipped down and seemed to be going in for a kiss but quickly threw himself back as he returned to his senses. “Just- just go.” He cleared his throat. “But this is the only time.”

“I’m sure it will be.” You teased back with a smirk. You skipped over to him and laid a wet kiss to the strong line of his jaw, relishing in the feel of his stubble against your lips for a brief moment before you twirled away. “Call me, batsy.”

You cooed and with your bag, you disappeared over the edge, vanishing into the dark streets of Gotham, leaving him behind to deal with his suddenly too-tight pants and a deep sense of conflicting feelings.

“You let her go?” Alfred’s voice echoed into his ear, shaking him from the daydreams he was quickly spiralling into. Bruce blushed under his cowl and turned back in the direction of the Batmobile.

“She didn’t pose a threat.” The older man hummed through the ear piece. Bruce’s flush deepened. “She’s just doing what she thought was right.”

“She was certainly doing something, I doubt if it was right.” Alfred quipped. Bruce ignored him, simply taking in a deep breath and willing himself to calm down (his suit did little to hide his issue) as he decided to call it a night.

“I’m coming back to the cave.”

“Perhaps I can call Miss Y/N, I’m sure she could help with your dilemma.” He could practically hear the butler’s smirk over the radio crackle. At the mention of his almost girlfriend’s name, Bruce tensed.

He let Alfred keep talking as he slipped into the tank-like car and quickly started it up. “Oh would you look at that, she’s at the front door. It seems like she could use your help as well.”

“Alfred.” He growled but put his foot down anyway, forcing the car to speed up.

“See you soon Master Bruce.” Alfred teased before the line went dead and Bruce was left along with his thoughts and his rapidly returning lust. You and Styx merged together in his mind- he wondered if you would let him control you like he did with her tonight.

It might give him away, considering you thought he was just Bruce Wayne and not the Batman. But was he willing to risk it? He knew his answer as he stepped into the cave, quickly shedding his suit as he ran to the elevator that would bring him up to the manor.

He was just pulling on a tight black t-shirt when he heard your voice in the hallway. “Is he just in the office?” His cocked throbbed in his sweatpants as you drew closer (and if he was in more of a right mind he would’ve noticed that this wasn’t the first time he was hearing your voice tonight despite not calling you today).

“Yes ma’am. Go right on in.” He barely had enough time to open his laptop before the door slammed open and you stood in the threshold, a smug-looking Alfred a few steps behind you.

Bruce looked especially delectable right now, his muscles bulged beneath his shirt and the outline of his cock in the light grey fabric was making your mind go fuzzy. You both toed the line of friendship and a relationship- flirting and touching each other constantly but neither of you were bold enough to make the first move but that was about to change.

Batman had effectively ruined your tight catsuit (like he always did) and tonight was the last straw. You needed two get fucked and if the Dark Knight wouldn’t do it then you would finally conquer Gotham’s playboy.

You stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you as you kept your eyes locked onto the huge man. “Take off your clothes.” Bruce blinked and suddenly your shirt was off and you were pulling your leggings down your plump legs.

He was hypnotised by the large curves of your body, overwhelmed by your beauty. You were Venus and he wanted to worship every inch of you. “Whatever you want.” He purred, pulling off his own shirt as he rounded the desk.

You reclined on the couch in the corner of the room, kicking your panties off. “Just fuck me already.” You snarled and spread your legs, finally letting Bruce see the heaven between your thighs. He groaned under his breath.

“Fuck.” He shucked his sweats down his muscular legs and practically dove on top of you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Your teeth clacked together as he pulled your legs over his slim hips, letting his cock rest against the curls on your mound.

Your fingers curled around his wrist, tugging it from where his hand was planted by your head, and guided it to your throat. Unconsciously, he gripped your neck loosely, unwilling to hurt you.

“Harder B, I won’t break.” Deja-vu hit him square in the chest but he pushed it away. He squeezed and you moaned. He ignored the part of his brain that told him the truth, he would deal with that when you were thoroughly fucked out and pliable.

“You won’t win against me.” Your breath hitched and you tugged him closer.

“Then don’t let me get away.” You mewled against his lips. And you both knew he had no intention of ever doing that.

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bloodybreakupscene · 2 years

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Can we get some Robin Arellano or/and Bruce Yamada fluff? It can be anything your heart desires, I just think your work is adorable and we always need more great writing <33

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-> bruce and robin are trying to make advances towards you. . .at the same time.

-> (this isn't angst it's comedy i promise 😣😣)

-> OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! it's probably stupid but comments and inbox asks like these always make me so happy, i'm so glad that you like my writing!! ur so so so sweet and i really appreciate it <33 hearts for u 🫶🫶 also i haven't reread this yet so sorry if it's inaccurate or ooc 😞😞

"thanks, come again!" the florist said, waving at bruce as he walked out the door.

he held onto the bouquet of red chrysanthemums and walked towards his bike. he kicked up the kickstand and hopped onto the bike. he pedaled and pedaled until he was at the front of the school. it was february fourteenth and the school was decked out in different shades of pink and red. his plan was to give you these flowers and then watch as you fall for him as he did for you. he parked his bike in the bike rack and went to wait for you.

bruce heard the whispers of people talking about him, like; who were those for? i wonder who those are for, and i think there for ___, someone he didn't even know. he held a bright smile as he saw you finally walk into school, you were fidgeting with the straps on your backpack when you saw bruce approach you with some red flowers.

his face flushed red and he started to second guess himself, maybe he wasn't ready for this yet, "here, uh, i got you these, for valentine's day!"

"wait, really? this is so pretty, thank you so much!" you thanked, giving him a hug as the people walking passed you guys 'awed' and gossiped about you two.

bruce walked you to your class and you both talked about school, baseball, anything and everything you thought was interesting enough to make a conversation about.

"alright, well, bye bruce! i'll see you later." you waved and went to sit down in your seat.

you put the flowers in your bag and took out your notebook and algebra textbook. not having anyone sit next to you began to get to you because you started doodling on the bottom right corner of the off white paper. five minutes went by and the bell finally rung, interrupting your autopilot like state.

"hey, (y/n)." robin tapped on your shoulder, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a short second after.

"hi! what's up?" you smiled, robin reciprocating the gesture.

"mm', nothing. got in a fight the other day, but uh, nothing really interesting." he said, subtly trying to impress you by showing you his bloodied bandaged hands.

"aw, looks like it hurts. are you—." you were interrupted by the teacher finally starting the lesson, the screech of the chalk on the blackboard making you cringe slightly. while you searched through your backpack for a pencil, robin noticed the dark red flowers wedged between your textbooks and notebooks.

"who're the flowers from?" he asked, trying to sound as nonthreatening and not jealous as possible.

"huh? oh, they're from bruce, i don't know if you've heard about him." you responded, not looking at him and instead at the board and then your paper.

"yeah i have, he's alright." he shrugged, focusing on the window that showed the outside.

the period passed and all robin could really think about was you, and bruce i guess but he wasn't the main focus. he gave you flowers? just because it was valentine's day or whatever? robin could give you flowers everyday, but he's not lame, so he'll do something better for you. the bell rung which signaled the time for second period to start.

"bye robin!" you called, giving him a quick hug and walking towards your next period.

—

you and bruce decided to eat lunch together in the field outside of the school buildings. as you were eating your food, bruce asked you a question.

"um, i have a game this weekend, do you wanna come watch?"

"aw, i'm really sorry bruce but i'm busy that day." you responded, not trying to be specific about as to not be rude.

"oh, that's fine, don't be sorry. what are you doing?"

"i'm going to the movies with my friend robin, i'll definitely be able to go to your next game though!" you said, trying to cheer him up, noticing his shift in tone.

"haha, good then." he laughed. bruce heard of robin, he was sort of a delinquent, someone who fought and caused trouble if provoked. he couldn't possibly like you, not as much as he did at least. as you both sat in content silence, bruce thought of how violent robin was. i mean, he heard about the fight between him and that one dude a while ago. did you like him? did you like bad boys?

before dropping you off at your next class he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a few moments, you hugged him back and watched as he walked to his next class, probably a few minutes late due to the fact that your classes were on the opposite sides of the school, but it was worth it for you. see, he can be a bad boy if that's what your into, he thought.

bruce zoned out while in class as he finished his work early and didn't have anything else to do. jotting down random doodles in the corner of his worksheet. he sighed and looked around the room, focusing on random miniscule details throughout the classroom, the 'READ' poster falling off the wall, hanging on by one pin. the bookshelf filled with extra textbooks. he noticed the opening of the door and like the rest of the kids in the class he turned to look at who walked in.

robin walked into the classroom ten minutes later than the second bell, signaling the start of class. he walked in and ignored the short stares at him, except for bruce. he glared and the other and then sat down at his seat, opting to stare at the window instead of completing his work.

bruce rolled his eyes; who does this kid think he is, he thought.

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robin knocked on your door with a rose in his left hand. he shifted from left to right awkwardly as he waited for you to open the door. to kill time, he thought of movies he think you’d like; halloween? nah, the plot sounds kinda lame, texas chainsaw massacre? that sounds more badass.

"robin? are you okay?" you asked, wondering why he was staring at the ground for so long. you walked out a few minutes after he knocked and were confused as to why he was looking at the floor.

"huh—? OH, (y/n), you ready?"

"yeah, let's go," you grabbed his hand, starting to walk to the movie theater together. he felt more confident in himself now, you both approached the ticket booth in front and ordered tickets to the new horror movie coming out, texas chainsaw massacre. the title put you off a bit but robin seemed excited to see it so you tried to shake your nerves away.

an hour and twenty-three minutes passed and you both exited the theater, your house wasn't far from here and so you both stopped by various shops on your way back. it was mostly you shopping as robin didn't feel like getting anything but wanted to stay for you. as you were walking past a small ballpark you noticed a game was going on. squinting to get a better focus on who was at home base.

"it's bruce! maybe we can find some seats?"

"i don't know (y/n), aren't we late or something?"

"yeah a little, but your friend finney's there too."

"ugh, fine we can go." he rolled his eyes and you both walked to the fence where you could look into the game clearly, much clearer than the bleachers in your opinion. robin crossed his arms as he watched bruce play, praying that he trips or falls and makes an idiot out of himself.

as bruce missed the second ball he looked around, and saw you. oh god, i'm gonna fail; he thought. gaining his courage yet again, he was able to hit the ball, and got a home run. it was worth it when he was able to focus on your cheer amongst the crowd. his chest filled with pride as he walked over to you and, oh, robin.

"hey!! you did amazing out there! i do feel bad for missing most of your game though." you complimented, not paying attention to the weird look robin was giving bruce.

"thank you! it's honestly not a big deal. i'm glad you showed up anyway." he smiled, admiring your facial features, ignoring robin completely.

"yeah you did fine, let's go." robin said, wanting to leave this stuffy baseball field already. he held onto your arm and gripped your bicep gently.

"oh are you guys on a date or. . . ?" bruce questioned, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"oh no, we're just hanging out, but we should get going soon, i'll see you tomorrow." you gave him a hug, holding him dearly.

"yeah, i'll see you tomorrow." he waved as you walked away, red blush all over his face. he tried to ignore the 'ooo's from his teammates but failed as he got even more red and giggly at the memory of you hugging him. the moment was so perfect he almost forgot robin was there, which made it even better. robin got to witness you hugging him. bruce biked home that day and passed a record store, maybe he could take you there tomorrow.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Lust, purple and cautious with bruce banner - sleepover

Pairing: Bruce Banner x assistant! female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1046 words

Outline: Bruce knew how to work you up but he never liked dealing with the aftermath...

Warnings: daddy kink, dry humping, slightly mean dom! bruce, oral fixation, power dynamics, nipple play, teasing, pet names, dirty talk, degradation, penetrative sex, swearing, comeshot, cockwarming.

Author’s Note: Thank you nonnie bb for this request! I hope you will enjoy it!

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"Quiet."

He breathes out his hand shushing your mouth. You can't help it as you let out a moan and continue rubbing yourself on him. He covers your mouth with his palm and you sneak out your tongue licking him.

“Shit…”

Bruce had spent the better part of your work time making you read the lab reports while he was groping your breasts and of course, it had made you very wet. His fingers were long and knew exactly how to touch you, fabric or no fabric. But you couldn't do anything at that time because you were not alone in the lab. Dr. Cho was there and Bruce had his arms around you pretending he is showing you some points on the computer screen. Hopefully, she hadn’t had a clue.

Once you were alone and he had already sat back on his lab chair you climbed on top of him desperately. You couldn't wait anymore begging him repeatedly to fuck you but all Bruce did was laugh and say he was still busy adjusting his glasses. You rode his body, rolling your hips over his lab clothes, your hands wrapped around his neck, your finger digging into his curly hair.

"Brucey, please, please." You mewl out, picking up the pace. You were horny and needy, and so fucking wet. “I need to cum so badly, I need my daddy to fill my pussy.” and that's when he shut you up. You knew if you kept it up Bruce wouldn't be able to resist so you continued biting down his finger.

"Naughty and desperate. The door is not even locked. Anyone could walk in and watch you with my cock buried inside your needy cunt. Is that what you want? For everyone in this tower to know how much of a whore you are?" His words make you whimper nodding your head and looking at him. Quickly he adjusts himself and reaches for his belt. A thought flashes through your eyes but you keep it to yourself.

“I want daddy to fill my cunt because I am a whore for him.”

"Who am I to deny you then? " He sounds cocky only because he knows how much you want his cock. You keep quiet, trying not to make a sound as you look down at him, setting his hard cock free. Precum is leaking at the tip and he takes the hand off your mouth to stroke it.

"Quiet. No sounds." He warns you again and you obey waiting for him.

"Let me look at you, baby." He begins to unbutton your lab coat, your nipples almost cutting through the fabric and he explores your skin with his fingers till he reaches your thighs, neglecting your most sensitive area. A test to see if you'd plead but you kept quiet looking at him with doe eyes leaving him satisfied.

"Good girl." He praises and then starts lifting your skirt up to your thighs till is all close to your waist. Next, he is revealing how wet your panties are.

"Oh no, look at you. Poor thing you must really be suffering." You draw your eyebrows together and whimper pulling his hair and he can only laugh at your reaction.

"Bruce please. I've been good..."

"Oh so good, might as well give my babygirl what she needs." He chuckles and using both his hands rips your panties off.

“Hope these weren’t expensive.”

You shake your head. You had no idea if they were and right now you really didn’t care. “Please, baby. Just get inside me, I’m ready.”

Then he is rubbing your skin with his thumb, his eyes glistening. "So good." He places his hands on your hips guiding you on his cock and quickly you sink down. You didn't need any further stretching, you already waited long enough.

"Gotta keep it, fast baby. I need to finish my work before eight."

Shit, you think to yourself. It was 7:30. You nod your head and quickly begin to roll your hips feeling his cock touch your nerves. He wanted it quick and you’d made sure it would be so. You bit down your lips trying not to make a sound, and he is brushing his face against your breasts.

It felt good, it felt warm, it felt naughty. Then he sits back on the chair and you begin to thrust your body against his, trying to chase your high, knowing well enough that by the end of the day you'd have him again. You just need to cum right now and have him fill you up. Bruce loves the way you feel. Loves watching you keep quiet for him and soon he begins to encourage you.

"Come on baby you needed this so bad, surely you can make daddy cum?"

You whimper and begin to roll your hips again, rubbing your body on his, and then you begin to hop on his dick the way you know to make his cum. You almost pulled all the way out till you are bouncing down again. Watching his cock disappear inside you again and by the way, Bruce's face scrunches up, you know he is fucking close.

“Come on baby, give it to me. Fill me up.”

You continue your masterful ways and then you see coming near you burying his face inside your breasts to muffle his sounds as he shoots his load inside your cunt.

“Yes, baby, yes!”

His orgasm triggers yours and holding him close like this, you find your ecstasy making a loud moan.

Eh, you did try your best.

You try to catch your breath while he is peeking an eye from under you.

"Was that the best you could do?" You roll your eyes at him and move to get off him but he only pinks you down by your hips.

" No." He says sternly.

"No moving. I got work to finish."

“ But Bruce!"

" You should have kept fucking quiet then." You roll your eyes again and lean down to kiss the top of his head.

"Whatever you want, daddy."

"That's my girl."

“Now, read me the report's numbers again.”

By the time you finished that lab report, he had fucked you in every hole and it was well past midnight…

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Incorrect quotes#71

Loki: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Y/n: 'Prettiest Smile'

Thor: 'Nicest Personality'

Valkyrie: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Bruce: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Looming darkness masterlist

Summary: Two torn souls. One rising to become a hero. The other dressed to kill.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader, Batman x Artemis

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, violence, fighting, enemies to ???, secrets, more to be added

A/N: Artemis is the reader’s secret identity.

Dropping End of 2023

LD (1) - In the beginning there is pain

LD (2) - Rise or fall

LD (3) - The dance

LD (4) - Hold on

LD (5) - The lines we crossed

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eatabubble · 2 years

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Loving you <3

Bruce Yamada x fem!reader

Summary: A letter you gave to Bruce on your guys anniversary in which he treasures more than anything after your accident

Word count: 784

It's been months but Bruce couldn't move on not when all he sees at night is you he misses you he wishes he could go back and persuade you more than ever no, persuading wouldn't be enough he wishes he would have begged to let him walk you home but you wouldn't comply when he asked you so the next morning to say he was just confused would be a lie he was horrified he was hurt he was filled with guilt he saw tons of missing posters of you and he always spaces out when he sees pictures of you now.

But today wasn't photo's of you that stopped him in his tracks but a letter he had in a photo frame on his bedside table he couldn't stop re-reading it all over and over again, the way your handwriting changed when you wrote the word love the way it slanted made him sad he knew you liked slanting your words like that while writing, something about being different and that it reminded you of him, and after that Bruce couldn't stop thinking about his handwriting for days and you were right his handwriting consisted of some sloppy letters but a bit of a slant in each one. He always found it funny how you notice things about him he couldn't even remember about himself.

However even if you have given Bruce a total of about 8+ letters this was his favorite that's why he had it framed with heart stickers decorating the frame around it, that's why he told his mom about it, and his cats and his teammates even if they would usually tease him about it he didn't care he just needed to show off your love for him and how talented and romantic you are, he loved the way you were so open about loving him after 2 years of not being big on pda and not being able to express yourself, he loved that throughout the letter had listed off things you have noticed while 'loving him'.

My lovely Bruce,

Today marks our 3rd year anniversary of loving and caring for one another to say I only like these past years would be so undoubtedly wrong I am so happy I got to meet a lovely boy like you, you showed me love, compassion, care, and how to love and I couldn't be more grateful because loving you has shown me so much. Loving you has taught me that good people are still out there and that one of them was named Bruce Yamada. Loving you made me believe in 'true love' . Loving you, Bruce made me the happiest girl out there you made me happy you always will and always have and no matter what happens I'll be there with you the same way you'd be there for me. I love you so much I wish I could fit it all in words but you know I'm bad at describing my feelings so hopefully my actions prove to you all my love.

Yours truly,

Y/n.

And after he had finished reading it you embraced him and kissed him to so on so prove your love for him later on he eneded up giving you a heart shaped box that he seemed to have made himself out of paper and color it your favorite colors inside was your favorite candy and a tiny pieces of paper shaped like confetti each one saying a different thing he loves about you. Bruce would have been fine with just the letter but while on your date that day you ended up giving him tiny baseball charms and his favorite candy and he loved every second of your love.

But that was 3 months before you got taken away it's been almost 5 months now and he felt sick this whole week thinking about how you two would've spent your birthday that was coming up in no less than 2 days.

He knew you were probably gone for good now but he still hoped they'd find you soon they never did whether you were alive or dead they found nothing at all and he couldn't sleep most nights knowing that you wouldn't rest in peace until they found you but what could he do, anytime someone mentions you he would feel like he's about to explode and burst into tears.

He'd give anything to have you back, because loving you, y/n y/l/n made him ready for the future loving you made him feel like he was on top of the world however with you gone, loving you made him want to break down when anything slightly reminded him of you.

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A/n I don't know how to feel about this I like it but maybe some things didn't make sense so 🤷🏽‍♀️

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the sword of damocles ━

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summary: you have been kidnapped by the riddler and despite knowing exactly what to do, there's nothing more terrifying than having to wait for the future to unravel.

pairings: bruce wayne x wife!reader

warnings: death, angst, angst and you guessed it, angst.

word count: 965

a/n: i slightly changed this request, hope it's okay :')

You were tied to your lovely chair, a gift from the riddler, with no way to escape. You had tried wriggling yourself free but Nygma wasn't one to let such frivolous details such as a loose knot behind.

You weren't used to this kind of things, being the victim of the situation, but Bruce had told you about it, told you what to do despite his obvious reluctance. If only he could have, he wouldn't have told you anything of his second life: he would have never told you of how he beats up criminals every night, of the reason why he gets home bloody and bruised up, of the horrors he has to see on a nightly basis. He wanted to protect you from everything he fought and everything he had to be to fight it.

But he couldn't keep you at the obscure; you had to find out. And you insisted on him telling you everything. As his wife, you ought to know, and it scared you. Everything he went through and everything he would have had to go through in the future, it scared you. But knowing he wasn't alone in all of that, that you were with him, it reassured you.

And you were so glad he had decided to tell you everything because as you found yourself struggling to free yourself in the riddler's hiding place, you managed to remain calm, unfazed. Like Bruce, but you could never be like Bruce. No one could.

What was deeply upsetting you however was the dangling sword over your head. Dangerously sharp, glinting in the dim light of the room; it reflected everything that happened on the monitor, every move the bat made. The sword was an obvious reference to the myth of Damocles; a never-ending, always-present threat hanging quite literally over your head, and the riddler had spent half pf the time explaining said myth to you and the batman. In detail.

You said nothing about it, listening to his words and almost forgetting about the impending menace as the boredom settled in. But now that he was done, now that his whole attention was on Bruce and his stupid riddles, the sword had become your only concern.

It lowered a bit every minute, daunting, threatening to cut through your skin at any moment.

And so you focused on the screen, eyes glued to your husband as he became closer and closer to saving you. He wouldn't have failed; he never did. That was the only thing you could hang on to: Bruce, the knowledge he was always going to save you.

As the time passed, as the distance between your head and the sword diminished, the riddler got angrier and angrier. He wasn't winning, quite the opposite. Bruce was the most intelligent person you knew and the riddler's greatest mental adversary: he couldn't win against the batman.

Unfortunately, this only made Nygma more and more unpredictable by the minute. The more he grew upset, the more you could see him lose his patience. You didn't want to know what would had happened had he lost all the patience he had.

You forced yourself to keep on looking at the monitor, but the blade was a magnet, attracting your eyes in such a forceful manner you couldn't resist: it was close. So close that if you had gotten up, you would have hit it.

"That's impossible!" Screamed the riddler, abruptly getting up from his own chair, no sword over his head however. "You shouldn't have been able to solve that!"

He had done it. Bruce had solved all of his riddles. You recognized the room he was in: one door and he would have been with you again, finally bringing you home and ending this nightmare.

The riddler's face was contorted in fury, his hands balled up in fists at his sides as the door flew open and there he was, your knight.

He threw you a furtive look, to ensure your safety, and then his eyes were on the riddler, waiting for his next move. He had his hand on a lever now, gripping it so tightly his knuckles had turned white. It couldn't be a good sign.

"You should have died! You must have cheated!" He screamed, but Bruce was calm. He couldn't act without thinking.

The riddler took a calming breath, grinning at the batman as his whole posture relaxed; a terrible sign.

He swiftly lowered the lever and Bruce darted forward towards him, but he wasn't quick enough: metal bars descended from the ceiling and separated him from you and Nygma.

One couldn't escape an impending threat, no matter how hard they tried. Resignation slowly settled in your mind, a single tear escaping the corner of your eye as you looked at Bruce and saw everything the two would have never been able to have: a family, a normal life, a future.

He wasn't looking at you, and maybe it was better because if he had you would have broken down.

The riddler's smile grew wider. "You should have died, detective," he said, his hand bow hovering over another button. "There will be a death tonight, and you just decided whose."

Bruce moved, throwing a batarang at him, preventing him from pressing the button. But it was too late. He pressed it and, despite the promise you had made to keep on looking at the love of your life, you looked up as the sword lowered on you at top speed.

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ynscrazylife · 7 months

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batmom idea

okay i just have to spill on this idea and someone can tell me if they wanna hear more of this/if they want to read a fic of this

so so so. you’re batmom. married to bruce wayne and a maternal figure to his many children. you’re a normal civilian (maybe a journalist or a detective at gotham pd, and that’s how you met bruce on a case), adored by the public and your family.

one day. you go missing. completely gone. your family freaks the fuck out. they’re so so scared. at first, everyone thinks that you’ve been kidnapped either because someone knows your husband is bruce and he’s rich, or someone has discovered bruce’s secret identity as batman. it’s chaos.

the more digging they do, the less they find. no one’s asking for ransom. it’s not related to batman. maybe, they realize, if you’re a journalist - you got too deep into a dangerous journey and someone’s retaliating. or, if you’re a detective, you got too close to figuring out a case.

OR OR OR

marvel crossover. you were once a widow from the red room. now dreykov has kidnapped you and taken you back. which causes bruce and the batfam to team up with your old family, the avengers. dun dun dunnnnn.

(or somehow a combination of the ideas, idk)

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 months

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Can you please do Bruce Banner with 8&9 much love ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Bruce likes proving that even if you find others attractive, they will never own your cunt the way that he does

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, little bit of voyeurism, possessive!Bruce, Thor knows all 😏

WC: 492

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Bruce knew you had a crush on Thor. I mean it was pretty obvious given how you would clam up around the god, especially when he was working out. Bruce trusted you, he knew you would never cheat, but it was still so much fun to tease you.

And the one-way mirror that overlooked the weights room in the Avenger’s compound was absolutely a godsend for the good doctor.

The glass was freezing against the burning skin of your tits as you were pressed into it, your breath quickly causing condensation to form on the smooth surface. “B-Bruce.” You moaned, trying to reach back for your fiancé but he instead grabbed your wrist and pinned it to your lower back, his pace unwavering.

“Look at him while I fuck you.” He groaned, redirecting your lust-filled gaze back to the gym where Thor was working out. He was shirtless (as per usual), sweat dripping down his tanned skin like droplets of gold, leading your eyes to his rippling abs and dark snail trail that ended right above his tiny workout shorts. The bulge in the grey fabric was fucking magnificent and your cunt clenched down on the cock inside of you at the sight.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Bruce’s hips stuttered, suddenly incredibly close to cumming.

“T-too much.” You stuttered and attempted to pull away from his incredibly thick cock. Two calloused fingertips made contact with your clit, sending you further towards the edge.

“Watch him, watch him and know that he will never be the one to make you cum like this.” With a brutal thrust straight to your g-spot and a particularly firm pinch of your clit, you came violently around him. “Shit!” Bruce followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt inside of you and coating your pulsing walls with his release.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you enjoyed the view as well my love.” You cooed as you caught your breath. Bruce chuckled and placed a kiss to your bare shoulder before he carefully pulled out of you, causing you to hiss.

“We’ll explore that some other time honey. But I do unfortunately have to get back to work.” You reached back and brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to your previous activities.

“Go on. I’ll see you for dinner tonight.” He smiled shyly and with one last kiss, he did up his pants and sneakily left the small observation room. You dressed quietly, cringing slightly at the feel of Bruce’s cooling seed seeping into your panties but you couldn’t complain much; you were the one that insisted on a mid-day quicky.

You took one last glance through the mirror only to catch Thor’s bright blue eyes staring directly at you. He winked and blew a kiss your way before he turned and sauntered towards the locker-room with a noticeable tent in his shorts.

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haunted B.W drabble

it had been now a month without Bruce , you still saw him tho in your mind and on every book on your shelf , his scent still lingered like a haunting ghost on a winter night. you saw him when u looked in the mirror as you would not stop wearing his t shirts . when you would stop by the coffee shop to read youd swear you could hear Bruce order his fave drink. when you walk home you could see something lingering in the shadows and you would whisper “bruce” to see if it was him ..... but it never was , you would go home and put your radio on and you would swear you could hear bruce humming along to the tune of the song and at night sometimes you think you can feel his rough hands hugging you from behind but it was just your own hands hugging yourself while you cried yourself to sleep and as you would cry you felt the ghostly lips of bruce kissing your tears away . you would wake up the next day eyes stinging and as you would walk to the bathroom and shower and let the warm water drown you as much as possible before it began to burn to be honest you liked it when it hurt as the pain reminded you this was all real .. that he was real , that this wasnt a dream or a figment of your imagination. u would stay up night and day waiting for the ghostly or should i say haunting man to burst through your door and pick you up and save you from drowning in a hole that you dug for yourself,. would bruce show up? that question would haunt you and taunt you forever

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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The Get Together

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 3550 words

Outline: It was known to everyone working on the Avengers tower that Bruce had a crush on you but it takes one party and a severely drunk Bruce to finally confess his love to you.

Warnings: swearing, bad grammar, drug mention, alcohol consumption, use of condoms, nipple play, love bites, pet names, dirty talk, vaginal sex, finger sucking, slightly dom! bruce, creampie, finger fucking, cum eating, un beta-ed, if I missed anything pls let me know!

Author’s Note: Requested by a lovely anon right here. Tons of fun to make and it's to date my longest fic! :D

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“He’s staring at you again,” Natasha comments while sipping her drink sitting on top of the counter.

“He’s always looking at you.” You raise your eyebrow at her but then you turn your attention to Bruce from across the room and wink at him directly. Bruce quickly fumbles with the stack of papers in his hands of which half are falling onto the ground and you giggle returning to typing on your laptop.

“I’m waiting for the moment he does more than staring.” You continue focusing on your work.

“Well, that’s really up to you.” The red-haired comments. “You could have him in the palm of your hand if you wanted to.”

“Don’t I, already?” You retort, glancing at her.

“I just would prefer it if he made the first move. All these starings and giggling and awkward bumping into each other.” You sigh deeply shaking your head. “He is not going to last for long I know it.”

“Well, Tony’s having a charity party next Saturday. Maybe…” Natasha says before jumping off the counter and moving across the floor. “Just…maybe…”

It has been two months since you started working at the avengers' tower under the command of agents Maria Hill and Steve Rogers. Your job was to be a close secretary and first assistant to all matters on hand so you were close by to the Avengers all the time.

Yet it hasn’t been that long since Bruce has been back in the USA and living in the tower. But the spark and the chemistry were there from the very start. You saw him as he messily gulped on his coffee in the mornings when you walked by and how he always seem to get blushy and frustrated around you. The truth is you loved that type, the awkward smart guy thingy and you couldn’t wait till the moment he asked you out.

Until then…

The next several days passed relatively easily with no world threats happening and the occasional familiar friendly conversations between you and Bruce. He was smart and charming, in a completely old-fashioned way, sweet and well-spoken, and with the warmest laugh, you had ever heard. Each time you felt your heart vibrate along with it.

There wasn’t anyone working in the tower left who didn’t know that Bruce had developed a romantic crush on you. It was obvious by the way he coughed every time you offered him tea in the afternoon. It was way too evident and the teasings and pushings from both Tony and Clint hadn’t seemed to bring anything to fruition yet. But tonight they shared a plan. They would make sure that Bruce gets drunk enough to ease himself and finally let loose.

Once the party started assembling, their goal was to keep Bruce by the bar until they were sure enough he was loose enough. Natasha was in the plan, of course, she was to make sure you would show up. And you would. You had already purchased a new pink shiny dress worn along with matching medium-heeled booties. Parties in your opinion were always fun as long there was good food and good accommodations. Since starting the new job you had already attended 3 of those and each time was better than the last.

Taking a long last look in the mirror before leaving your room at the tower, you click on your heels and take the elevator down. There you find Steve and Sam, talking to each other about what seems to be sports, and continue on your merry way to the main event. You looked beautiful, shining through each glass window and the image made you smile to yourself. A woman’s confidence in herself is one of the most important things.

That’s when Bruce noticed as he was coming down the stairs, he saw you laugh at yourself and it flattered his heart and more than that. Stuck in a daydream looking at you walking across the room till you reached Natasha, he accidentally misses the last step of the stairs and almost loses his balance. Thankfully there is Clint to save him and encourage him to go to the bar with him.

About an hour passes before he sees you again, this time Clint had made sure that at least three shots of tequila had gone through him followed by two long island cocktails. Clint was anything if not completely efficient in his plan. And his plan had only gotten started…

“Y/N!” You hear the frantic voice of Clint with his arm around Bruce’s shoulders holding him up.

“Poor fella got too drunk…need help to get him to his room.” You jump to your feet from your position on the couch next to Maria. Momentarily you can hear Maria giggle and scoff at the same time. Frantic you wrap your arm around Bruce’s back and begin to walk him with Clint back to his room. When you reach the elevator Clint leaves you alone shrugging his shoulders and announcing his work is done. You roll your eyes as a mumbling Bruce seems to become chatty repeating your name.

“Y/N…Is...this you?” Momentarily you begin to wonder if Clint momentarily drugged him.

“Yes, I got you, you drank too much and I’m moving you to your room, we are right outside.” Carrying Bruce wasn’t difficult, he held easily on to you and followed your steps, the only thing missing was his glasses which were in his pocket. Looks like Clint had thought of everything. You push the door handle open with your free hand and he quickly moves to fall on top of the bed taking you with him.

“Oh, shit, sorry.” You apologize as your whole side lands on him but he only wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. For a moment you could feel a familiar kind of heat building up inside. You stare deeply inside his brown eyes, feeling his breath on you as he is observing closely.

As if he is searching for the right words to say.

“I like you.” He whispers in his deep clear voice.

“I like you a lot.” He nods his head and shallows a dry lump in his throat. The alcohol smelled heavy on him yet it only made him more appealing.

Heartwarmingly, you grin widely at him and let out a soft chuckle. “I know.” You nod your head slowly. “I have noticed.” His grip on you gets tighter as he begins to softly runs his fingers on your back.

“I like you too.” You match his level of whispering in his voice, an overwhelming emotion taking over your mind.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He blurts out, exhaling through his nose, and you could swear his eyes grew darker. For once you feel frozen, you want him so bad to take control and do whatever he wants to you, the way he is looking at you, the way his body feels against yours, and the pure lust you can hear in his voice are driving you crazy.

"I really really like you…" Bruce continues to muse. As if he is lost in a trance as if his deepest fantasy has come to life.

"I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to feel you" His nose brushes yours, and in a voice lowers than a grown he whispers once more. "I want you so bad…"

“Then have me.” You blurt out finally, and less than a second later his lips are crushing yours so needily and passionately that leaves your legs wobbly. His hands are holding your waist frim against his touch as he is devouring your lips like he has tasted the sweetest nectar. His lips feel velvety and soft and you are moving your hands to wrap around the back of his head pulling him closer to you. Any distance feels too much right now.

Hands begin to roam touching and feeling anything they can grope on and Bruce never leaves your lips for more than a second. He climbs on top of you, ready to take control, rolling you and pinning you against the mattress. He begins to leave wet needy kisses on your neck and your collarbones, and your hands get lost inside his fluffy curly hair while he is sucking and biting on your naked skin, drunk and in lust.

“Fuck!” You moan out as he begins to explore your breasts, his hands going to push your dress down setting them free for him to use. He is leaving kisses anywhere he can find, the way you grip his hair is driving him feral and he needs to feel you, feel every part of you right now. His hands move to fumble with your dress and you help him get it off you, leaving in you just a small pair of lacy underwear. The pure image of this could get him wild. He is shaking his head slowly looking at your body frame and you can see a little bit of drool forming at the curls of his lips.

Then like a predator right above to devour his prey he dives inside your chest once more and that’s when he starts to absolute feast on your breasts. Using the palms of his hands to squeeze them and touch them darting his tongue out to feel your nipples with the flat of his tongue and always looking up at you. The pleasure is getting too much for you, you are getting wetter and wetter and you feel yourself squirm underneath him.

It drove you insane how he was still so dressed and you were as good as naked, and you begin to tug at his waistband trying to find the buttons of his shirt. But with just one loud pop he lets off your breast and quickly rips off your shirt throwing it on the floor before going right back at what he was doing before. That was enough to drive you wild and you begin to moan loudly, wrapping your legs against his back.

“Look who’s all needy now…” He chuckles after leaving a soft suckle on the side of your breast.

“You wanna feel me, sweetheart?” You nod frantically drawing your eyebrows together. You needed him to have his way with you desperately. Fuck you, stretch you open, anything at all. You were all his. Bruce only chuckles as he positions himself to unbuckle his pants and push them down. Your eyes fixated on his boxers and you wondered just how big he was.

“Already greedy?” He cocks his eyebrow so authoritative that it makes you squirm and whine, squirming your body underneath him. He chuckles as he takes your hand and places it on top of his clothed crotch, moving your hand slowly up and down his length. He feels big and girthy under your touch and you can’t wait to have him.

“Please! Please, Bruce.” You plead at him and Bruce only coos at you before moving your hand to push his boxers down and free himself. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of and you licked your lips together looking at him. Bruce uses his hand to stroke himself a couple of times and you can only shake your head looking at him mesmerized.

“Are you sure?” He asks once more for your consent and you frantically nod your head. “I’m gonna need your words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe out. “Please give it to me.”

Bruce is biting his bottom lip as he hovers above you to reach for the bedside table and fumble with the drawers till he pulled out a pack of condoms. So he was prepared. You stare at him taking on his muscular masculine form and the way his bicep was shining in the night light. He rips the packet open and goes to put on the condom with a grunt. His own erection seemed to be getting too much for him. You both knew that the first time wouldn’t last long anyway but thankfully he had a large pack right there.

He positions himself back above you spreading your legs and he carefully pushes your soaked panties to the side taking in the sight of your pussy.

“Prettiest I have even seen.” He praises you watching as your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing for him.

“Gotta treat her well, she has been so patient..” He chuckles before placing his dexter finger above your pussy lips stroking it gently up and down, causing you to moan out his name. The next moment Bruce is offering you his finger.

“Taste how good you are.” He commands and you obediently do so locking his finger between your lips. Bruce realizes immediately as he watches you suck on his finger greedily. With a curse he lines himself to your entrance with his free hand and then pushes the tip of his cock inside you slowly, making your mouth fall open, and setting his finger free. He gives you time to adjust as the warmth of your pussy engulfs him and he stays like this until you begin to beg him to continue.

“So eager…” he scoffs and pushes his thumb back inside your mouth. You obediently look at him with doe eyes while you try to move your hips against his. Slowly he begins to slip more inside you, pushing what feels inch by inch until he is fully inside you and then he softly begins to move his hips a little bit faster than before.

The sheer sensation of the way his cock is stretching your pussy leaves you a moaning mess and Bruce seems to really know how to work his hips. He begins to thrust deep inside you, moving his cock inside while his hands are wrapped around your face staring right into your eyes, his fingers inside your mouth while saliva is falling off the sides of your face, each of his thrusts moving you both along with him.

It feels amazing, better than you could ever have imagined. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for this man, there is no position you didn’t want him to take you in.

“I’m not gonna last long.” He warns you shaking his head slightly. You knew that you didn’t mind that, you knew more will be coming, so you just nod your head as best as your can, unable to speak. And then is as if all hell breaks loose and Bruce begins to move his hips wildly against your frame drilling your body into the mattress feeling himself spill inside his condom. Feeling that warmth triggers your own orgasm and it hits you in waves of pleasure, groaning and arching your back until you were trying hard to escape from his tight grip but Bruce only held you tighter.

“You are not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “I got more plans for you.” His voice causes shivers down your spine and you only sit obediently relaxing your well-pleasured body just for him.

“You’ve been so patient, I just wanna treat you well…” He muses, and you note how relaxed the alcohol was made him. Who would have thought? Bruce slips out of you making you whine at the sudden loss. You watch him carefully as he discards the condom and not wasting one moment picks a new one. Your pussy is clenching while watching him place it on his cock.

Then he is coming back to you and resumes his position entering you once again. “Be good for me, alright?” he coos while he slowly moves his hips, his lips beginning to explore your neck once again. Yes, you would be good for him, you wanted him, you have been craving him, fantasizing about him. For a moment you get lost in your thoughts wondering if Bruce wanked in this bed thinking about your pussy.

The daydream is broken by his hand holding up your chin as he begins to thrust in you deeply. “You’re so tight.” He scrunches up his face. “Been waiting to get fucked properly, huh?” He chuckles setting another fast brutal round of constant thrusts. The room is filled with the sound of skin on wet skin, thankfully the rooms are soundproof and no one would come looking for either of you.

It feels good, it feels right to have him there, inside you holding you up, looking at your face the way he is looking at you right now. You feel yourself getting weaker for him, your pussy clenching his cock. Then you watch him as he grins widely, eyelids heavy letting go of your chin and tracing his finger down your stern to your pussy, pushing it inside, he easily finds your clit and begins to rub it with his thumb.

“I wanna see you.” He nods his head. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” His softness and the way he is talking to you have you falling into a magical trance. You need to do exactly as he is, wouldn’t want anything else. You let go, feeling the coil inside you tighten and then you feel like you can explode. Your orgasm comes hard and strong vibrating your whole body, shaking your body underneath him. You try to push him out but Bruce stays firm, watching your juices fall.

And all he does is look at you, admiring you. Like you were his favorite masterpiece.

“Thank you.” He smiles at you and you shake your head. “You..” you begin to whisper but is still hard for you to breathe and speak.

Bruce doesn’t talk, instead, he only slips out from you, positioning himself on the bed. He once again discards the condom, throwing it on the floor, and spits on his hand, spreading it on his length and stroking himself a couple of times. You place your hands under your breasts and hold them up for him darting out your tongue for him and wiggling your body.

Bruce curses then, the first time you’d ever hear him do so, and then thick white cum is spreading on your breasts forming a line up to your chin. He grunts watching his cock getting softer. With the tip of your tongue and your fingers, you are gathering his cum and letting yourself have a taste moaning. Bruce falls on the bed next to you and he grabs your chin kissing you with extreme passion. You know he can taste himself like this, you love the fact that he doesn’t seem to care.

Exhausted you wrap your body close to his and shut your eyes. You had been fed and loved and cherished, you were ready to rest.

Several hours pass and the morning finds you both wrapped in one another, naked and with no blankets in sight. You feel cold but Bruce seems to run hot, you roll your body closer to him, feeling more and more alert.

“Good morning.” You whisper as you watch him blink slowly, facing the front of him, your legs and body wrapped around his torso. You watch him as his eyes widen, panic kicking in. He has no recollection of what had happened.

“Y/N?” He draws his eyebrows together looking at you confused, and then he glances down looking at your naked wrapped bodies and begins to move fast, trying to find some kind of clothes with his hands but all he can pick is your dress from last night.

“What happened? Did I?” You nod your head and place your hands on his face trying to calm him down.

“We did.” You whisper slowly. “We made love, confessed our love.” Bruce’s eyes widen again and his mouth hangs open, relief written on his face.

“We did?”

You nod your head again and smile. “And it was perfect.”

“It was?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t?”

“Bad? No, it was perfect, Bruce trust me, you are quite good at it.”

Bruce’s face blushes all the way up, glowing bright red. The thought of this man being embarrassed about his sex makes you laugh and you shook your head. “I can still feel you inside me. Actually.”

Bruce takes a moment to stare at you completely bewildered at your statement and then wraps his hands on your face pulling you in for a hasty kiss. He needed to make sure all of this was real and actually happening. He needed to make sure, no more daydreams.

“I love you.” He blurts out. And his breath is short, still drunk on your love.

“I love you too.” You confess and smile softly rubbing the thumbs of your hands on his beard.

“We should go out on a date.”

“Yes, we should.”

“Central Park, 1 pm?”

“I’m available.” You chuckle and let out a small laugh.

“What can we do till then?”

“I got an idea.”

“Really? I got several to match.”

You giggle once again and let him roll you on the bed, arms on each side of your face kissing you and kissing you again.

Amazing what can happen when a whole group of people works together…

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