i want to thank everybody who is supporting my work and i can't express how much you guys are making my days better! i can’t thank any single one of you that i’m so grateful for each of you and again, i’m speechless that you guys love my work!! this is a little update: i know it’s been so long but as i’ve mentioned i’m having both work and course to attend simultaneously, that’s why my writing is too slow. But i just wanted to make sure that I haven't forgotten about your requests and i’ll definitely be delivering them as soon as i get my inspiration (you can check what i’ve promised to write based on you guys’ requests ♡). So, thank you for your understanding and patience, thank you for your support!! i’m sending lots of virtual hugs!!
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Hey girl. So i was thinking of a plot where batman and his partner end up in a hurtful argument because he's too busy and emotionally distant. Neither apologises first because they are equally stubborn . Before any reconciliation can take place she ends up getting kidnapped by two face or any villian you like for ransom . The experience makes him realise life is too short etc
Thanks and I love your fics!
Hello, hello!! 🫂💗
I assume you are the one who had requested Lex Luthor featuring piece that i couldn’t write — please, inform me if i am mistaken 🥹 — and i’m so glad to say that i can write this idea!! i mean in these days i’m thinking about angst between Brucie and his wife, specifically after i saw “Batman: Knightfall” part i trailer and damn, i’m saying that i will reference to that animation and comic!! So thank you for your idea and please, confirm that you’re the same stranger that i would be happy that i have motive to write your idea!! OR if you are completely different person, welcome!!! Thank you for your support!! 💗
Hey iliana! Could you write a fic for the following idea?
Lex luthor has gone rogue and wants to destroy bruce and wayne enterprises in revenge. Reader is a special forces agent hired to protect bruce from potential assassins. She works undercover as his new secretary and ends up catching feelings for him
Love your work btw
Hello, hello!!! 🫶🏻
Well first of all, thank you for your idea and support of my work to come here to provide me with one! 💗🫶🏻
But unfortunately, I cannot. Don't take this personally because I do have a writing pattern and because of that I cannot stimulate myself to write. I mainly and heavily write for young Bruce — him being in his late 20s and early 30s. It's because I like to analyze him at that age, in his early Batman years and his psychology at that time. The idea you’ve provided me if I am not mistaken will at least take place in his late 30s and this is one of the reasons why I cannot find inspiration.
And secondly, for to write this idea, I need to dive into Lex’s comics and I won't be lying, I am not a big fan of the Metropolis environment and characters, I am essentially rooted in Gotham. That's not your idea’s fault or anything, I just cannot write what I haven't read. I cannot write or ponder without fully grasping the characters and environment, thus I need to, basically, study.
I’m currently in the middle of changing my work from one to another and I am lacking motivation at this point, thus I cannot lie to you that I will write or work on your piece, my dear. So, I am so sorry for declining your request. Thank you for reading my work and thank you once again for coming here and asking me. 💗🫂 have an amazing week!
Hi could you write a bruce wayne fic where reader and him work together and he develops a crush on her. But she has a crush on batman and doesn't realise that they are both the same person
hello, hello!!!!!
WELL, of course i’d write for this amazing idea, my dear stranger! This goes to my folder, check, check!! 🫶🏻💗
have you seen bruce wayne summer skin on fortnite? i thought people would start writing their summer bruce wayne x reader fics but i was wrong 😔 if you ever write something like this we'll be reading and loving it!!
hello, hello!!! 🫶🏻
YES, i’ve indeed seen him and honestly, i can't express how happy i am to see him with his scars!! 🤭🙂↔️ i mean, he also looks so fucking good, like i’d devour him right there BUT….
i am so sorry to say i currently have no idea to write him in, like NONE!!! i can't imagine what possible situation i’d put that man in? if you would be helpful about that idea, i’d be SO fucking grateful, icon!! Like, 🙂↔️🫶🏻😩
thank you so much for your support!! sending you lots of virtual hugsssssss 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
this post is for my dear readers since i want to do a q&a with them since i want to test the waters for my upcoming works. and for the honor of hitting 5,000 likes on “The Bat in love.”, i cannot say how much grateful I am!
first of all, i’m so thankful for all of you, every single one of you who read my writings and support me in general! 🫶🏻💗 and the second of all, i have gotten so many positive reviews about the way i write Bruce which is the main reason i ask this: what traits of my depiction are liked by you? can you give me your thoughts in general or details since i want to know what perspective that i’ve put my interpretation of Bruce is liked or loved by you?
the other question is, which sides of his depiction do you dislike? what would you like to see me try to bring into the works? i am not going to lie to say that i write what i interpret in my mind after reading his psychology, so i can only bring your wishes into this circle. I can't write if the advice you are giving to me is against my views, thus i wanted to make this clear.
and the last, you do not need to answer here but also in my ‘ask my anything’ folder anonymously or in private messages. thank you so much again and i’ll see you soon. have an amazing week! 💗🫶🏻
summary: your husband has a few things to say but what about if he is blinded by you being his God?
warnings: full +18 content with religious themes. if you’re against the religious undertones, please do not engage with my work. Minors do not interact, please.
notes: hello, hello!!!! ♡ i hope this would be a great beginning of trying to come back to writing after long hiatus and i hope all of you would enjoy this!!! Mr. Wayne’s yearning basically can be explained by this picture but feel free to imagine whatever you want, dearsssss!!! And YES, Bruce Wayne yearns for his wife! if you have any idea to give, feel free to hit me up! Mwah!! ♡
His fingertips grazed your bare thighs under the hem of your skirt, sighing in contentment as you were close to him. His skin was warm just like yours, especially when he brushed his fingers higher under the jean. Your hands were on either side of his shoulders while he was sitting on a chair, you looking down at him prettily while being between his legs. As he pressed his forehead against your stomach, your fingers went into his dark, inky hair as well, holding onto him.
Bruce hummed after he stayed pressed against you for a while as your fingers started to play with his locks. He was softly brushing his thumb on your skin, loving the familiar feeling of being this close to you, like bathing in the Sun after being so long in the dark. The way you were radiating warmth to him, even just normally existing in his arms was something that he kept so precious in his darkness-covered Manor.
His loveliest valentine. His one and only Sun.
He started to press a few kisses lazily on your shirt. Then, one of his hands came to pull up your garment for his lips to meet your soft skin before it disappeared under your skirt to find its place on your thigh. His mouth found a few places there and here, taking his time to cherish you.
“How was your day, baby?” he mumbled as his voice was muffled by your skin.
“It was alright,” you said, tilting your head slightly to the side from the loving sensation. “I was busy with Dick after his school… How was yours?”
“I happened to stop by a church today.”
His words astonished you. Your husband was never the one to believe in God, yet in religion itself. He had no time to be on his knees to pray anymore or maybe he was simply hopeless ever since his beloved parents had bled on the coarse Gotham concrete. Thus, it was bewildering for you to hear his utterances.
As you were silent on the tongue, he went on as well as his kisses on your stomach. “I was looking for something..” he muttered, resting the left side of his face on you, closing his eyes to the dim light of your room. His hands under your skirt went higher, already reaching your delicate panties to slip his callous fingers through the waistband of it. “Then I came across it.”
You frankly listened to his conversation as your fingers had halted to play with his locks since you had heard his words. There was a soft rain outside, its drops tapping against the windows of your grand bedroom as they filled the room with your undisturbed breathing. He remained speechless for a few minutes, basking in you. You tightened your hands around his neck, keeping him buried to you as much as you wanted. He sighed before trailing his face, nuzzling into the bare skin of your stomach, kissing it once again. Then he opened his eyes, turning his gaze solely to you through his thick, dark lashes.
For some reason, he looked perfect in your vision that made your chest tighten from the intensity of his gaze on you. His blue eyes that you adored seemed to be in a deeper shade of blue from the dullness of your night lamp. Your hand around his neck came to his handsome face to touch him. You tried to caress his cheek but angled his face to press another kiss onto your palm, then nuzzled there.
You wanted to get down his level, slip into his arms, and bury him in kisses at his feverish moves, but he did not let you as he withdrew his face from your palm. His face had a few faint scars since the last week, the ones you had carefully bandaged to heal for the nights. They were fine now but back in the days, you used to kiss one or more of them when he was sleeping next to you, saddened by the scene of his cuts had bled through the night to leave a few blood marks on his pillow.
In the next seconds, his deft fingers which were hooked with the elastic band of your panties, started to pull them while his stare bored into your skirt.
“I sat there for a while,” he said casually, skillfully dragging your delicate piece from your bare legs until they were off you, placed on the floor. Your breath was slightly hitched when he gently but suddenly pulled you to himself to be in the same closeness as a few seconds before. Then, he hiked your skirt up with one hand to gain access to his intimate and sole heaven.
You sighed when his lips found your folds. His other hand on your thigh gently parted them to his liking. He kept his hot mouth there, barely humming before bitting them to cause you to softly moan. “The pastor was,” his lips were brushing as he commenced to speak his mind off before kissing another kiss there, “preaching about something that I couldn't pay attention to.”
Your lips parted when he dived his tongue amid your folds while your brows knitted beautifully at his unholy action. Your hands around his neck found his sturdy upper back now to keep yourself steady in his arms. His tongue slipped between your folds into you, deliciously filling you in as your fingers tightened on his shirt. He consistently moved it in and out from you, then your pussy into his liking, eating out his sweet girl.
His girl that was already scorching from his mouth, looking down at him with needy eyes and warm cheeks in his arms as his hungry stare bore into her from below. His mouth was latched into your pussy, leaving his eyes visible through your disheveled skirt. He could have stayed there if he could, buried in you as you were looking at him with nothing but love.
He always adored when you were looking into his eyes, your beautiful eyes having a glint in them from your immense love for him. You would be bashfully or happily smiling at him, or leaning on him to earn how many kisses you wished in his Batcave while he was occupied by the thoughts of managing to pull himself to your magnetic self. He would give you anything you wished, anything that made you look at him just as you were doing at the moment. If it was meant to be like this, you would be his forevermore with the vision of love in your arms and his name through your lips he loved to kiss, so then it be.
So, then it be as you fluttered your lovely lashes down at his stare, gripped your fingers on his white shirt from his tongue inside you while the soft, heavy breaths slipped from your lips.
He closed his eyes and sucked your folds, then nipped them to hear your voice, to make your head tilt to the side in pleasure. His palms in the back of your thighs kept you pressed to him to hinder miss any inch of your cunt. When you swallowed and softly mewled, he continued with the conversation that he had paused.
“I never understand it,” he said before gathering your arousal into his mouth, sucking it in fulfillment. “I sat there for a while, shit, to listen to the choir.”
When he nipped the inside of your soft thighs, your fingers went to his hair from his taunting. He then kissed the places he bit one by one, an apologize to his rigged play on you. How could he not when you were so adorable, so sweet to his deliberate, needy mouth to devour you?
“..What’s wrong, baby?” he muttered into your skin, pressing the words to it, “Is this too much?”
You knew from the tone of his voice how conceited he was since he loved to have any way with you to make you burst with bliss. But you also knew how arrogant he was, that it was only him to make you feel that good. From his manner, it was hard not to give in.
He once again slipped his tongue into your pussy, making you moan. It was burning you in your less clothes as he was fucking you solely with his tongue, not even bothering to use his fingers.
“B-Bruce,”
“Mhm?”
You couldn't finish your words since he pulled his face from where it belonged, leaving you bare from the absence of his presence. Your soft sigh of disappointment and flutter of your loveliest doe-like gaze at him were so adorable at him at that moment; the corner of his mouth twitching from the amusement. When you saw it, you were about to leave his arms before he pulled you by your thighs to bury his mouth on you along with his smile on his lips. He had pulled himself back for an air but the need in your bewitching eyes was far more necessary for him to worship you.
“You’re so sweet.” he said, flipping his tongue between your folds that were covered with his saliva and your arousal. “My sweet girl,” he resumed as he preached his words while eating you out heavily. Your fingers made his thick hair messy as if he ever minded. In the next few seconds, his hand supported your thigh carefully placed it on his shoulder as he was busy with your pussy, to open you more for him.
“..Fuck, come here..”
As if you weren't his already.
In the next few seconds, you were a mess. You did not need to grind on his face or tongue as he was eating you so fucking good, mewling out for him with your head low, eyes hazy. He was holding you dear to him, his crooked nose pressuring your clit so utterly to be pliant in his hands. A few flickers of his tongue in you, then he was slowing down for a moment to relish you.
“How does it feel to be a heaven, huh?” he asked you, turning his sharp gaze up at you. He angled his face to the left, kissing your slip before looking at you avidly. You were both speechless and perplexed by his words, staring at him tongue-tied in the loveliest way with your soft breaths that were slipping through your lips that Bruce loved to steal them. He sighed in contentment at your scene in front of him; your vision of ache for him, your burning skin, and amorous eyes in this “impure” activity. The way you two were addicted to each other, the way you two were all over each other, was the contrast to the theme of conversation or vision he was having in his mind.
He would lick and suck your wetness for hours, nip or bite the flesh of your soft thighs, spit in your cunt to tease you then clean it heartily, and all you needed to do was scratch his neck or bury his face in your sensitive pussy by his hair with your feeble moans, which were the things he named as divine. Or all the dirty words he would mutter while grazing his mouth on your skin were enough for you to warm your cheeks or clench your pussy around him, yet he would call you a heaven in his ‘divine’ definition.
Your fingers went to his neck since you were silent, your eyes were focused on his blues.
“What?”
“Are you doing this on purpose?” he murmured, the corner of his lips creating a crease of a smile at your loveliness. “Are you driving me mad on purpose?” he continued, his baritone voice hushed now, yet filled with something you had only heard when he was in bed. “To want me on my knees for you? Is that why you look at me like that?”
You were all flushed already from his deft tongue and now he was working his mouth on you with words as well. Without letting you adjust his words, he gently guided your knee off his shoulder, so you could stand comfortably on your feet, and pressed his lips against your lower abdomen as his eyes were now half-lidded, looking up at you once again just like the first time in the night.
Your hand came to his locks that were in disarray on his forehead, placing them aside to clear his vision as you gazed at his lovesick eyes. A sweet, bashful smile appeared on your lovely face, blushing in the prettiest way.
“Where did that come from?”
Now, it was time for him to be silent, breathing calmly against you. His favorite sight was right there in front of you, bestowing him.
“..Hm?”
The light rain outside had already turned violent as you two were busy in love and now its drops were easily heard when you two were tranquil. As you heard no word from him, you gently caressed his cheek then, brushed his under-eyes adoringly. He was all peaceful and wordless while his eyes were flickering on your features, somehow pondering in his mind while you were loving him.
You managed to pull him slightly away from you to sit on his thigh, him gladly welcoming you. Now, you were face to face with him how you wanted earlier, to kiss his face as much as you wanted. He smiled at you when he saw your heart-shaped eyes at him, angling his face to catch your lips in a soft kiss. You happily took it, tasting yourself in his mouth before the kiss ever got the chance to be heated. A few more kisses followed after it, soft but more and more until you pressed your forehead against his.
“I love you.”
“You are the only thing I know as divine.” he mumbled against your lips, clearly confessing something.
“Oh, Bruce..”
“Does loving you this much make me a saint, too?” he went on, his mouth seeking yours eagerly. “Coming to you every night can be considered as exalting you?”
His hand on your waist went through your locks to pull you away slightly to stare at you wholly, noticing how the way light illuminated your features fascinatingly. You were adorably fluttering your lashes at his lovestruck gaze, dazed from his admissions. He was infrequent about speaking his mind off like this in the two years of your marriage, yet never were his actions unfamiliar to you.
You loved him, adored him insanely, especially how he was earnest and honest with you in anything you could count but this was something that was beguiling for you. His gorgeous blue eyes that you dote on were flickering on your face once again as if he had not drunk your whole expression just before; as if he was seeing you for the first time in his miserable day.
“I didn’t realize you.. you wanted me this much.” you said to him, giving him a small peck as the self-consciousness washed over you. The scarce feeling bloomed in your chest at his words that made you bashful even.
“Did you not?”
He asked in genuine confusion, his hushed tone against your kiss-bruised lips. When your eyes caught his blues, they were focused on you in this closeness under his knitted eyebrows.
“I—” you said, clearly lost for thoughts at the moment. Had he not been straightforward about his feelings with you? Had he not made it unmistakable when he had proposed to you two years ago, at the age of twenty-six as young to know about the eminence of love, that he wanted you evermore? Had he not said the words of how much he loved you in heavy feelings or utterances that were obscuring you to doubt yourself?
“Lay me down, handsome.” you whispered to him, pressing your forehead against his to bask in him with your shyness. “Come inside.”
He did not need to be told twice as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on your sheets to show his devotion through the night.
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Have you read absolute batman? Gen z bruce wayne x reader would be amazing
Hello, hello ♡
I’ve not honestly. I don’t really find it interesting to read, and plus the art style is not talking to me. Thus, I cannot write for Absolute Series. Thank you again for coming here, my dear stranger! 💗🫶🏻
Hi babes, pretty please with a cherry on top, write a fic featuring Ghostmaker? 🙏🏾
Oh, hello, girlieeeee!!! 💗🫶🏻
Well, well and WELL! What an idea though, first of all, thank you for coming here and secondly, I mean why not? I think it would be different than I’d usually go but I think I can make it work! I mean, Khoa is bisexual if I am not mistaken and I can see that he definitely would be having a bisexual crisis between Bruce and his beloved wife if he had the chance to meet you, soooooooooo 👀 hit me if this is alright, thus I can add this to my list!!!
Hey its anon who was begging you for more will 🥰 i saw your post and first off i wanna say: welcome back!!! I missed you! Secondly: as a will and court of owls enthusiast 🤓, your proposed ideas get a green light from me! I actually really enjoy your exploration into darker themes and i'm excited to see what you have in store 😊 as much as i enjoy your bruce pieces (how could i not! Thats why i initially followed you for after all), theres something about how you write the reader's emotions and perspective that really does it for me. Regardless, whichever direction you choose to go, i will gladly follow! Thank you for remembering me and thank you for writing such wonderful pieces🥰
HELLO, HELLO!!!
I am so glad that i found you here, my dear and welcomeeeee too!!!! Thank you so much for your kind words and support and of course I’d remember you!! I try to remember every person who supports me genuinely. Thank you for your mindfulness, i will dig up that man for sure, i mean both of them 🤭 ♡ sending you lots of virtual hugs!!! 🥹🫂💗🫶🏻
i’m finally back with some pieces as I took my exam one week ago and i hope i will gonna’ write as much as i can since i’m free now. I’m thanking everyone who had waited this long for my comeback and everyone who had supported my work! I hope your days and weeks will be amazing as you guys had my days and weeks amazing!! ♡ 🫶🏻
So, here is a question of the day: I am working on an idea that is heavily inspired by the “Court of Owls” and “Eyes Wide Shut”, with dark themes, and I really wonder what you guys think? I think this would be deeper than the ones I’ve done, like “The Madonna” and “An Owl For Your Lover.” pieces, and obviously, I’ll put warnings on them, but genuinely, I think about your advice. It is quite interesting to me to discover and apply some deeper and darker elements to my works. Let me just say that this piece of mine will focus on the reader — you — mainly rather than Bruce and are there any recommendations you would suggest or see? I want to value every idea for my interest. And to the anonymous stranger who loves Court Of Owls (William) basically will get a high content of him though, i love to create a morally ambiguous character soooooo, what do you think?
Have an amazing day/night and I’ll be deleting this later. Lots of virtual hugsssss, ♡
