summary || your life takes a turn when you see something you shouldn’t have.
warnings || SMUT. unprotected sex, blowjob. mentions of wounds and blood. PWP — MINORS DNI
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this is the first time I’ve written Bruce and I’m loving it already and I hope you like it just as much :)
“Mr. Wayne, would you like…” you stopped mid sentence when you took in the sight in front of you. You had entered the room after giving a small knock and had wanted to ask what he would like for dinner. But then you saw Bruce, or more precisely batman.
The billionaire was sitting on his expansive bed in the batman suit, with its helmet in his hand. His eyes were covered in black smudged eyeliner which made the blue of his eyes stand out distinctly. His hair was a mess as the long strands were grimy and wet.
“You… you’re batman?” You couldn’t stop the question from spilling from your lips. He scoffed as if there was no point hiding it from you anymore as the truth was out. You were sure it was a mistake that he was in his bedroom in this gear, but now that you had seen it, there was no going back.
You wouldn’t ever have thought even in your wildest dream that the man you worked for would be the face behind the masked vigilante. Though you had seen a few scars on Bruce’s body before, you didn’t ever question them.
But now that you knew his identity, suddenly his odd behaviour started making sense. The unusual late night hours spent working, the absence from important meetings, the tiredness and the grumpy behaviour; it all fell into place.
Seeing the batman up close for the first time, your eyes trailed over his huge body and the way the suit fitted him perfectly. You were in an awe, but then you saw the blood trickling down from his fingers. Upon closer look, you noticed it was a cut on his palm of his hand.
“Oh god…” you walked closer to him and all while, he was just silently watching you, just like he usually did. “Let me look at that.” Before bruce could either agree or deny, which you were sure was most likely the latter, you took his hand in yours.
The cut was a little deep and needed bandage to stop the blood. “Give me a minute,…” you said as you went to fetch the first aid kit. Being the house keeping staff, you knew more about the house than Bruce himself probably did, so it didn’t take you much time to locate the kit.
Bruce was still silent as you wiped the wound clean with an antiseptic and you took as a signal to go ahead. He willingly held his palm open as you wrapped it in white bandage. Once it was done, Bruce ran his thumb over the cotton before speaking in a raspy voice,
“Call me Bruce.”
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“It’s not your fault.” You firmly stated. “It is my fault! They got away unscathed when I could’ve caught them.” He shouted, which was very much unlike his usual personality, but you understood the toll it took on him.
Today, some goons had slipped away and Bruce didn’t like it one bit. He was irritable and mad it himself for letting them go. “Both of us know that you can’t possibly catch all of them. And remember, there’s always the next night. You can go after them then.”
That somehow deflated Bruce’s anger and he sat back on the bed. From the day you got in on Bruce’s secret, it was now a tradition for you to patch him up whenever he was hurt. He even showed you his batcave and you were thoroughly impressed.
Honestly, knowing all these secrets was well above your pay grade, but you didn’t mind it at all. You loved listening to Bruce and Alfred try to solve the crimes together and sometimes, you too gave in your two cents.
Right now, he had showered and was in his sweatpants and his naked torso was gleaming in the lights. “Will you let me look at your wounds?” He gave a pert nod at your question and you began patching him up.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you.” He said as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. No matter what, Bruce was a good man at heart and it was such moments that it shone through. You placed your hand reassuringly on his, “It’s okay.”
His shoulder had taken some bullets tonight and though they didn’t pierce the batsuit, they left behind some blunt trauma. Unless the injury was severe Bruce didn’t think going to a doctor was necessary as it might out him, so he settled with you.
You admired his corded muscles as you sat too close to him to look at purpled skin near his collarbone. You were intently rubbing the salve into his skin when you felt Bruce’s breath ghost right over your face.
When you looked up, you realised how close your face was to his. You saw the way his eyes lingered on your lips a little too long before looking back into your eyes. There was this small voice in your head telling you to move back, but you couldn’t.
The air between you was suddenly thick and you could see the moment when he bent down and pressed his lips to yours. You had imagine this a hundred times in your head and yet the reality was much better.
His lips were surprisingly soft as they molded against yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle, almost as if he was asking for permission. You placed your hands on his strong jaw before swiping your tongue over his lips.
You didn’t know if you imagined it, but you felt him smile into the kiss before opening his mouth and letting you in. You felt his hands settle on your waist before moving down to your hips. You lost yourself into the kiss and you didn’t even realise when you ended up straddling his lap.
When you two parted from the kiss, you could see the subtle change in his eyes. His eyes were filled with lust and blown wide, with only the blue rim visible. You once again pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “Let me take care of you.”
His wet lips parted when you gently pushed him down into the soft bed. You ran your hands on his abs before pressing your lips to his collarbones. You kissed his scars and cuts as you made your way down to his Adonis belt from his collarbones.
You saw Bruce close his eyes shut and let out a deep contended sigh when you opened the zipper of his pants. You pulled down his slacks and briefs and gawked at his naked frame.
His cock was long and girthy and leaking at the tip with precum. You licked your lips as you curled your hand around his hot length and gave a little pull. You heard him hiss through his teeth when you started jerking him off.
His hands curled into the covers when you placed your mouth on the tip and sucked. Your tongue licked the head and teased his slit and you heard him make a choked off groan. These sounds he was making were more arousing than you’d thought.
You took him as deep as you could and kept pumping your hand around the remaining length. Your movements were gentle and soft, because you knew that’s what Bruce needed. Being batman and facing the dark side of humans every night was a hard task, and if he wanted something soft to hold onto, you’d be as gentle as you could.
His fingers were opening and clutching the bed covers again and again as if he wanted to touch you but didn’t. You looked up in his eyes as you kept up your ministrations and placed your hand on his. He was quick to weave your fingers with his and hold your hand tightly.
You laved your tongue over the throbbing veins on the underside of his cock. You smiled as much as you could when you heard him let out a curse at your actions. You kept on sucking and bobbing your head over his hard length until he pulled you off.
You gasped for breath and he was quick to use his strength to pull you up until you were straddling his lap. His fingers started unbuttoning your uniform and halfway through he got impatient and tore the rest of the buttons.
You moaned as the action was strangely erotic and didn’t waste much time and discarding the rest of your clothes. His hands settled on your hips and squeezed as you placed yourself over his hard length.
You were dripping wet after blowing him and you rubbed yourself over his cock making it wet with your slick and spit. You lined yourself over his cock and you both moaned when you sank down slowly. Your hands rested over his chest as you breathed in and relished in the delicious stretch of his cock.
Your mouth flew open with soundless moans as you started moving your hips over his. His cock was rubbing all the right spots and your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. Your rhythm was slow, but Bruce needed more. He held your hips in a tight grip and started thrusting up in you.
Seeing him take the lead made you drip with arousal around his length as he fucked into you. His thrusts were hard as he looked up at your with hooded eyes, the blue irises peering through his dark eyelashes. You bent down to press a kiss to his open lips and he reciprocated back with fervour.
You held yourself up on your arms as you kissed him before nibbling on the column of his neck. You then soothed it with your tongue and nearly preened when you saw the mark you left behind. Seeing your mark on his neck made a possessive feeling flare up inside you.
You squealed out when he flipped you over such that you were laying beneath him. He didn’t stop thrusting into you and your toes curled as he started going harder and deeper. You held onto his shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress and you were sure your nails would leave marks there too.
“I.. fuck!.. I just need…” Bruce grunted out almost as if he was pained. “I need you.” Your legs fell wider than before as he somehow started going even harder. The fact that you made him lose his control was sending you on a power trip.
He was fucking you hard as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and that was what made you cum. You clenched down on his length as electric tremors passed in your body from your toe to your hands. You clutched him tightly as you writhed underneath him.
Bruce growled in your ear as he came deep inside you. Your legs trembled with the feeling of his hot cum fill you. You both melted into the bed, nearly boneless, as you twitched with the aftershocks.
“Are you okay?” Bruce asked nearly hesitantly. “I’m good,.. really good.” You chuckled and Bruce smiled along with you. Though he looked rugged handsome when moody, he looked really pretty when he smiled. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, and neither did Bruce. But at least tonight, you had found your peace in each other.
SUMMARY/PROMPT: Prompt from @luciferslittleastre: Can I have a Will Graham smut story pretty please? A wake-up, solo masturbation story where he's thinking about the reader? <3
TW: Smut | Solo Male nad Female Masturbation
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He had a late-night; work had gone a little longer than expected. When he got home, Will crashed where he sat, and the couch just so happened to be the landing pad. Pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa, he was out like a light. His dreams were simple, nothing too out of the ordinary for him, up until the last few hours.
His mind painted a picture of you in such an intimate way. It was dark, but he could hear everything, feel everything. The blood rushed, and his breathing picked up; hearing you in his sleep, he licked his lips and let out a slight groan. His hands rested on his chest as his breathing becomes more labored. Readjusting, his hips lift a bit as his cock hardens and a hand reaches down and grips himself. Letting out a soft moan, he lets out a breath, a small sigh.
As he moves on the couch, his cock in his hand, he lets out a soft sigh, the sound of you in his head, your whispers of sweet nothings. As he begins to stroke his cock gently at a slow, steady pace, he listens to your words in his mind.
"Just like that."
"Does that feel good, Baby?"
"Don't stop."
Your whispers were crystal clear as he begins to tug on his flesh a little more vigorously. Letting out a soft growl, his hips moved a bit as if giving a delicate thrust, feeling the blanket rub against the head of his cock as he heard you encourage him again. Licking his lips, his breathing hitched, and his pace picked up.
Suddenly it was like a spotlight was turned on, and all he saw was you, with your legs spread, sitting on a fluffy bed, your fingers rubbing your clit, and then diving them deep into your cunt. Your own moans matching his, your free hand gripping at your breast as you moan his name. As you pick up the pace, he picks up pace, Faster, more intoxicating, more profound.
"Come on, Baby, a little faster." you coax him mentally.
His hand jerking faster, feeling his cock twitch with this want, this need to finish, watching you as your fingers work your flesh intricately. His breath turns to a growl as his hips buckle, and he lets out a long groan.
"Cum for me, Baby. Come on, Baby. Cum for me."
Hearing the words of encouragement and seeing you finish on your fingers causes him to jerk awake and let out a loud groan. Shooting up, he looks down and lets out a soft breath shaking his head with a slight chuckle.
the people who made paint storm studio came out with a ‘realistic paints’ digital program, so I gave the trial version a shot, and it was really fun to paint with! I really enjoyed the watercolours
sanji after punk hazard: i warn you, luffy probably has a different idea of "alliance" than you
law: yeah okay whatever
law in dressrosa: the alliance is over, you need to leave i'll kill you if you rescue me
luffy: no can do fucker we're PIRATE MARRIED now and you're gonna have to file a divorce to get rid of me which will never happen because i dont know how to sign my name
Going forward with @notenoughtrees suggestion! Add your own Luffy to the canvas! Lets fill it up till its full!!! Everyone has full permission to take this and add to it. Sign it or don’t, it’s up to you. Just draw a Luffy, only criteria!
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