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yourlocalsmut-fics06 · 2 years

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Actions Have Consequences ~ BRUCE WAYNE X FEM!READER

Prompt: Bruce catches you braking a rule while he was out and decides to give you exactly what you want

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, Master kink, vibrators, spanking, degredation, tones of dom/sub relationship

Characters: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Reader

You always thought the rules Bruce gave you were really really stupid. Don’t talk back, Do what you’re told when you’re told, Only Daddy can take off your clothes, like… He was batman, He couldn’t deal with a little brattiness? and then your least favourite one; Don’t touch yourself without Daddy’s permission.. EVER.

That rule was the Bane of your existence, He was gone all the time and no matter how hard you beg, he never ever let you touch yourself and that was that. But today you were sick of it, you were sick of him constantly edging you and sick of his strictness, you knew he would be gone for a while, he’s always gone overnight, this was your time.

You lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, you felt his lips press against your temple “Sleep tight, princess” He whispered. You heard him walking away, you smirk, waiting until you heard the front door closed to get up.

You slip your pants off, leaving you in only your panties and a big shirt you had stolen from Bruce a few days ago. You hang off of the bed, rummaging around under it until you find the little blue box that was hidden behind your guitar case.

You squeal in excitement, pulling it up onto the bed and opening the box, eyes scanning over all of your favourite Dildo’s, Vibrators and other naughty little toys, the sight of them made your toes curl as you picked out your favourite g-spot vibrator.

You rummage around for the remote, sighing happily when you found it. you lay back on the bed, leaving the box out in the open as you spread your legs, one on either side as you slip your panties off, leaving them laying on Bruce’s side of the bed, you grab his pillow, you clutch it as you insert the vibrator into your tight pussy, leaving you vulnerable.

You huffed softly in pleasure as you buried your head into the pillow, Bruce’s scent alone turned you on as you held the remote, it had been so long since you had came, god knows how sensitive you’ll be.

You start off easy, the first setting. It was continuous short buzzes with little breaks between, every little vibration making you squeak and moan, you regain your composure, your breathing was shaky as you turned it to the next setting, It was longer buzzes, still short breaks between, it was overwhelming in the best way possible and made your toes curl once again, allowing you to let out a little groan.

Your legs began to tremble.. >Nono, Y/N you can’t get this close this soon, thats pathetic< You told yourself, deciding to throw yourself into the deep end, you skip settings Three, Four and Five, jumping straight to six which was continuous, long vibrations, you clutch Bruce’s pillow, face buried into it as you screamed his name, his scent, once again adding to the effect

“Oh- Oh, Daddy! Daddy, Oh my god right there!” You squeal “Right there, Daddy, You’re getting me so fucking close- so close, I’m gonna cum!”.

just as your hole loosens, JUST as you squirt and the Vibrator falls out of you, the bedroom door opens, a very unamused looking Bruce standing in the doorframe “Y/N? Whats all this?”.

You scramble to put everything away as he shakes his head “Oh, getting off to how I smell? and making- Such a big fucking mess on the covers? And breaking the most important rule? Princess, you’ve been so naughty, So Pathetic… I just don’t know what to do with you” He grumbles.

You hurry to explain yourself “I-I’m sorry, Master! I’m so sorry, I- I just haven’t came in weeks, I was so needy and you left, so I- I thought-“ You started, he cut you off “You thought you’d get away with it? Jesus christ, Slut, you’re dumber than you look..”.

He sat down on the edge of the bed “Over my knee” “D-Daddy, Please…” “Princess, Don’t make me ask again”. You whimper, crawling over and laying over his knee, your pretty ass on full display. He grabbed the vibrator again from the box with a smirk “Too bad I won’t be taking any pity on you, We’re going to get straight in”

You yelp as he pushes the vibrator into your cunt, his hand rubbing your ass as he turned it back up to six, just as you had done, you screamed out at the sudden-ness and gripped onto him, feeling his hand lift up.

It came back down, HARD, right on your ass and making you yell in pain “Count” “Daddy, I-“ “I said count you little good for nothing whore”.

You whimper “O-One!- Aah~”

Another hit

“Tw-Two, Daddy, please!”

Another

“Three, Fuck!” Your legs started to shake

Another

“Four- Daddy, I’m going to cum!”

“last one”

This one came down the hardest, it made you hit your climax as you shrieked, nails digging into his jeans to get through your orgasm “I was planning on 20, Princess, but since you cum so quickly, we’ll settle for Five”.

You whimper, he pulls you into his arms, taking the vibrator out and putting it on the bedside table “I’ll clean it later, doll, I came back to say I was called off”.

You hold onto him, grateful he was staying, he pulled the duvet up over you “Stay there, lovely, I’m going to get something to clean you up”.

You whine as he walks away, coming back barely a minute later with a damp towel, softly cleaning you off as he petted your hair “I’ll have Alfred bring us some tea… And maybe some Anti-Horny pills, because you need ‘em, Pup”

You could only whimper softly drifting off in his arms, this time his scent made you feel something more than Arousal, It made you feel comfort, and that was all he really wanted

#smut #Bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne #batman #the batman #robert pattinson #top!bruce #bottom!reader #X reader #reader insert #brucewaynexreader

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pine-inserts · 4 years

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Unwind

Alright, this is my first time posting and I'm so hella anxious shsjsjsjs I didn't polish the grammar so I apologize, i just knew if i took anymore time on it I'd never have the guts to actually post

TW: mention of rape / pedophilia

Fluff/Slice of Life

Pairings: Batman x Reader Bruce Wayne x Reader

she/her pronouns, no character description

"5 minutes until sunrise." The modulated voice spoke, breaking concentration. Batman releasing a criminal from his iron grip and letting him drop in a bloodied heap, the robotic voice in his head drumming and repeating the words until his heart rate had slowed and his blood calmed.

His gloves had begun chafing the ridges of his fingers, finally breaking them in with his excessive force on the man unconscious beneath him.

He had witnessed the man attempt to break into the apartment beside them, home to a young girl and her parents.

A rapist. Child rapist. Pedophile. His eyes narrowed again to the man and he felt his blood begin to drum again.

He let go of his baited breath and pulled the handcuffs from his belt. Hooking them onto the mans wrist as he set him upright to the alley wall. Batman looked over and saw the battered camera had skidded near the street and he reached to grab it.

Bringing it closer to his face, he observed the digital camera as the lens had cracked in the center. The paint chipped on the edges, but when he held the on button down it turned on easily with the pictures readily available. He shut it back off.

The evidence was enough for Gordon to know why the man was in his state. He set the camera in the mans lap when the roar of sirens echoed down the empty street.

Batman stood, grabbing his grappling gun and shooting it off to the nearest building. As he did, he looked up to see a young girl in the window. Her sleepy, bleary eyes widening when she made eye contact with him and he simply pressed a gloved finger to his lip, and released the gun as he shot up in the remaining night sky.

By the time he reached the garage with the batmobile hidden inside, the sun had just barely begun to peek over the morning clouds. He walked over to the batmobile, sliding into the drivers seat. He releasing a deep sigh once he was settled, knowing by the time he returned home it would be morning.

Y/N might even be awake when he returned.

He pulled the gloves off, letting the bare skin cool against the steering wheel as the chafed, redness of his hands were relieved from the confines of the thick leather. Just the barest hint of humanity brought back to him and Bruce felt the entirety of the night replay in his head like he was in a theater.

The batmobile roared to life beneath his palms, and he tore out of the garage.

East end, he was near Robinson Park where an underground tunnel to the batcave was. His hands rolling the steering wheel to turn on Burbaker street and straight to the tunnel. The growing daylight chasing the batmobile as he drove through the underground road and headlights blaring on the cavern walls.

The light had faded soon after, he was much too quick for the daylight to catch him. Now, he was left in the dark until the tunnel opened up to the batcave.

Preparing the full stop, he pressed the break and drove right into the mobiles natural spot. The inorganic lights turning on within his presence and he turned the batmobile off before getting out.

The sharp breath he made brought in the metallic and murky scent, the scent of home. His steps echoing as he walked to the computer as the screen lit up with the face of the man he had just left in the alley.

"Gerrick Tiller. 43, divorced with restraining order. Registered class 2 sex offender." He read. Knowing Gordon, Tiller would be class 3 by breakfast with possession of child pornography and charged with trespassing.

Gordon didn't fuck around with sex offenders, and whatever Batman could do to them Gordon did ten fold. Legally of course.

The computer went black, he stepping towards the suits as saw his reflection in the glass and pulled the cowl off.

Sweat. It just dripped down his neck as the rush of cold, murky air hit his face and he closed his eyes to feel it all.

This was the most human he felt, taking each piece off and letting the shell fall off as if he was shedding the skin of the Batman to be Bruce again.

Just Bruce. Not the billionaire Bruce Wayne. Just. Bruce.

When the suit was off, he reapplied it to the mannequin and was left in his briefs. His eyes scanning at the bruises on his side as he clenched his stomach to feel how sore he might be.

Not bad this time around, he was getting better at fending off multiple offenders at once. His eyes turning to the purple mark on his chest that he lightly prodded before smiling.

Not a bruise, a remnant of his evening before on parole. Maybe Y/N wasn't up yet, it was a Saturday. The office would be closed today.

Bruce's bare feet patted on the metal flooring as he stepped into the enclosed bathroom he had implemented. The sight of the toilet alone made his lower stomach ache and he was reminded it had been 5 hours since his last relief.

He made quick work, toilet and shower. Not exactly enjoying the shower since the plumbing wasn't at the best in the cave. The water was ice cold, yet also grounded him better than hot water could.

His mind jumped from one point to the next, the shower needed to be figured out and he'd look into the manual he bought.

There wasn't exactly a good plumber who could keep a secret about the cave, he'd begun learning for himself. Y/N helped, reading through the more confusing parts of the book to make sense of what the author was trying to teach.

But then again, she was better at tinkering and figuring her way around it. He relied on the book. Until she figured out how to reattach the water line for the toilet and he just about returned the book after he tried 4 times without result.

Now all that was left was the cold water, and he was still planning out the new modulator. Then the batarangs needed updating since Penguin began hoarding the ones he left behind to sell the tech inside of them.

Combustable batarangs, his trial one had combusted in his previous belt and without the fireproof fabric in his suit he would've lit his ass up. Lost the belt though, but that was easier to replace.

Suddenly, Bruce groaned and pressed his head to the shower wall. So much to do, so little time. He hadn't even processed half of his day and he was back to the little things he needed to accomplish.

"Bruce?"

"Shit-" he jumped. Bruce turning fast when he saw Y/N at the door to the bathroom.

Her eyes on the glass shower door as he let his heart rate calm down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." She said, voice somewhat groggy.

"... did I wake you?" He asked, turning the water off as she leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"No... I woke up and realized you hadn't come home yet." She said, her tone softening and suddenly all the worry and the nagging in his head silenced.

Bruce opened the shower door and grabbed his towel to wrap around his waist, all while his eyes met hers and he visibly relaxed.

She could see it, the weary tiredness in his eyes. The sudden quiet in his voice, and she gently stepped closer to wrap her arms around his waist. His skin firm and colder than ice, her warmth spreading within him as she kept her eyes on his.

"Come to bed... I've missed you." She said gently, Bruce holding her softly as he closed his eyes and slid a hand against her cheek. His nose burying into her hair and inhaling the familiar warm scent of her.

"Me too..." he whispered, Y/N sighing and they stood for a simple moment like that.

Until her pajama shirt started soaking from his wet form and she shivered.

"Cold water still..." she sighed, chuckling lightly as he broke a small smile.

"I'll meet you upstairs." He said, Y/N hesitantly parting from him with a slight nod.

"Don't distract yourself." She said, heading out of the room and he smiled while grabbing the extra clothes he had in a small metal drawer.

"Not today..." he said quietly, drying off before changing. The warmth of her had lingered and his mind was on one thing. Her. That's it.

Once he had finished, he moved out to get on the elevator as it closed and raised up to the second floor library. He pressing against one of the backs of the book shelves as it parted and brought him into the room. Closing it, he walking out to the hallway and straight towards their bedroom.

The sitting room had a tray on the table. Crumbs in a plate as Alfred must had served Y/N breakfast. She had left a blueberry scone on the hot plate and he took it to bite into and let the warm bread and melted blueberry envelop his palate.

In seconds, he was left with the remaining crumbs and wiped his hand with a napkin. He heard the door open as he saw Alfred stand in the door way with another tray.

Their eyes met and Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I have more scones, master Bruce." He said, Bruce stepping out of his way as Alfred set the second tray down.

"I can see that. Thank you." He said, seeing the poached eggs on avocado toast with a side of bacon, and another hot plate of three blueberry scones. Alfred grabbed the empty one and looked at Bruce again.

"After food, you are to sleep. You're growing paler by the minute." Alfred mumbled, Bruce hiding his smile from his nagging.

"Of course Alfred. I appreciate the concern." He retorted, grabbing the tray before heading into the bedroom and saw Y/N in bed scrolling on the ipad.

"Is that the news?" He asked, she hardly looking up.

"Unfortunately. But nothing about you thankfully." She looked up as he placed the tray on the bed. "Either of you." She corrected, Bruce sliding onto his side as the cold sheets suddenly brought an ache through his whole body that he groaned.

Y/N setting the iPad down and sat up a bit.

"... I'm sure Alfred has already demanded you to sleep. Which I'm his echo." She said, pulling the tray closer as he slowly sat up.

"Batman can handle 5 gang members with weapons, but I'm powerless against the both of you." He said with a sigh, Y/N chuckling softly.

"There's some battles we can't always win." She handed the plate over as he took it gently and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"It humbles me to lose once in a while. Especially when it comes to you." He spoke softly, turning to the eggs as she smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks. She turned to the side table and grabbed her coffee, sipping it as she returned to the iPad.

The silence that eased between them was a comfort. The small stereo on the side table quietly playing classic harp and violin that she loved, and everything else a soft silence. The more food he ate, the further he brought himself into comfort until it was all gone.

He pushed the tray to the end of the bed, noticing her attention was still on the device and he gently grasped her waist as she was brought to reality. Bruce suddenly pulling her further into the bed with him and his head settled on her chest as he could hear the sweet, steady beat of her heart.

Y/N gently slid her fingers through his thick hair and smiled softly. "My sweet Bruce..." she said gently, kissing against his head and letting him curl closer to her.

The alluring scent of her, the intoxicating warmth, her soft hands in his hair as she talked to him with her soothing tone. He felt everything in him quiet as his breathing evened out and he was fast asleep in mere minutes.

Y/N watched in serenity as he slept on her chest, his breath fanning against her collarbone and her fingers continued to caress his hair until the repeated action began to lull her back to sleep.

#batmanxreader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #brucewaynexreader #fluff #slice of life #reader insert #s/i #batman selfinsert #selfinsert #dc x reader #dc self insert #self insert #please be kind im fragile

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oh-come-to-daddy · 7 years

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Summary: The daughter of a mother struggling to pay off her debts, finds herself in a compromising situation when she starts falling for her step - father, who also happens to be head of a elite mob organization.

Rating: M

Warnings: Sex, age gap relationship, BDSM (always consensual), heavy alcohol usage, drug references, violence, daddy kink (dd/lg), and cheating. If you find any of these themes to be triggering or offensive to you in any ways, shape, or form, please reconsider reading this.

Disclaimers:

Any GIF’s or pictures used are not our own and we do not claim to own any of them. If they are not saved on our computer, we will provide credit for them below.

This story is metalteeth-goldchain ‘s original story idea.

oh-come-to-daddy will be fixing the chapters for easy reading as the story progresses.

metalteeth-goldchain will be RP-ing as SOPHIA

oh-come-to-daddy will be RP-ing as BRUCE.

Any addition of characters or additional warnings will be posted at the top of each response as they are written.

Chapter 1.

Sophia

Bruce

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imaginers221 · 5 years

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The Billionaire Breakup

BruceWaynexReader

NOT MY GIF

You sat in the window waiting. You don’t know what you were waiting for but for some reason your mind and gut told you to stay seated in the window. Currently you had been waiting for three hours, about to give up and tired of believing in silly fairy tales from the heart. As you stood the owner of the book store looked over to you smiling as you left, you went in everyday for a new book and the owner, a man names Oliver Hendrews, became a father figure to you. At the age of thirteen you had lost your father, he had decided to get involved with the nearby gangs and died in a shootout down at Darby’s Diner. The gangs take care of you now and then, they pay for your rent and they protect you when it is needed, you asked once why they do everything and one said it is because your father had died and your mother had thrown herself off of the roof of your old apartment building that they are required to help a member of the gang. You thought it was sweet and always invited them for supper or breakfast but they always declined saying it was their duty as a member of the Reds glory gang.

You were walking back to your apartment, slipping through the back alleys as a shortcut. When you were about to pull the fire escape down to enter your apartment a man the size of a refrigerator grabbed you by the ankle. You fell from the latter, you book falling into the muddy water and the man caught you swinging you over his shoulder.

“Let me go.” You screamed kicking your legs trying to loosen his grip.

You managed to hit your heel to his family jewels, he dropped you and you ran, hoping that a Reds glory would hear you and come guns blazin’.

You managed to get about three feet before that man grabbed you again and hit you over the head knocking you out.

When you woke, you had been placed in a bed with a white duvet and the bed frame was gold. The room was completely white which intimidated you. As you began to get up you felt something move next to you and a hand reached out and grabbed you by your hair pulling you back into the bed.

“Not so fast, you wake way too early.” The man moaned, you looked at the clock and it read 8am, it wasn’t early at all.

“I am getting up, whoever you are.” You stated untangling his hand from your hair. “And you should explain yourself whoever you are because I am not okay with being kidnapped and then put in a white room with someone I don’t even know!”

The man sighed sitting up and ruffling his hair, you gasped when you recognized him, it was Bruce Wayne.

“Why in God’s name would you kidnap me!” You yelled at your former boyfriend getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. ”Because I wanted to.” He muttered like kidnapping was no big deal. “I was annoyed when I found out they knocked you out though, that could have been prevented.”

“I am leaving, I broke up with you for a reason and I suffered because of it.” You hissed at him brushing your hair back. “You can’t keep showing up in my life, now take me home.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You were starting to get annoyed, and slammed your hands down on the counter.

“I’m not taking you home I don’t want to until you tell me what I did wrong.” He stated standing from the bed and throwing on a pair of sweat pants.

“ALFRED, WHERE ARE YOU ALFRED.” You screamed wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.

“Stop screaming, why won’t you talk to me!” He yelled back throwing his hands in the air.

You stayed quiet hearing quick steps outside the door. “Ms. (Y/L/N) is everything okay?” He asked through the door.

“No I want to go home, please come in.” You said gathering your things. “Bruce where is my book?”

“I’m in the process of having it cleaned, it was damaged.” He said walking into the bathroom.

“Alfred will you drive me home please?” You asked giving him a hug, out of all the people you missed him the most.

“Of course Ms. (Y/L/N), and I told Master Bruce that this idea was horrible if it makes you feel any better.” He whispered trying to not let him hear from the bathroom.

You smiled at Alfred as he motioned for you to follow him out of the room, that is until Bruce slammed the bathroom door shut staring at you with anger. “You need to explain to me what happened, what exactly went wrong.”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

“You have to explain everything to me.” He yelled.

You turned around to face him, seething you began to scream ,“No I don’t, I have gone through hell dealing with this break up I loved you with everything I had and when I had to leave my heart broke in two. I wanted to leave Gotham and hopefully never return unless I actually had to but I couldn’t because the only family I have is the Red Glory gang! I loved you so much I couldn’t bear the thought of loosing you. I loved you so much but you began to neglect me, you became so enthralled with those damned docks and the crime that happened there. It was a relationship with myself, and slowly I was decaying inside this big empty house.” You sobbed wiping angrily at the tears that threatened to fall. “I could not handle being alone like that, and you didn’t care to notice. You didn’t care.”

You wiped at your eyes angrily, the tears that fell betrayed you and you didn’t care to try and hide it anymore. You were so hurt and wanted this all to be over with but knowing Bruce he would fight for you to come back no matter what.

“Why didn’t you ever say something?” He asked wiping at the tear trailing your face.

You didn’t realize he had moved closer until you found yourself leaning into his touch your body betraying you by feeling comfort in his hands.

“I tried.” You sobbed so heart broken and lonely.

You stood there for a minute debating whether you should take him back or not, there were so many pros to the argument but you just couldn’t stand the thought of having to feel that way again, it would drive you to insanity. You stepped away from him pulling yourself together with a deep breath.

“I can’t take you back unless I see a change in lifestyle, I’m sorry.” You stated turning on your heel and following Alfred out.

It was one of the hardest things you ever did but it was worth it, no man would make you feel neglected ever again.

#bruce wayne #Gotham #red robin #batman #Catwoman #poison ivy #Harley Quinn #dc comics #Joker #alfred pennyworth #dark night #dark knight

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