#*one shots

[alienguts]

red light

summary: y/n slams the brakes on.

pairing: bruce wayne x female reader

warnings: mentions of sex, safeword use, aftercare, comfort

word count: 817 words

request?: No

a/n: is this a sub-drop fic? it feels like it is but idk.

Something wasn’t right but Y/N couldn’t put her finger on it properly. Maybe it was how hard Bruce was pounding into her. Or maybe it was his hand around her throat. Whatever it was, it made her feel like she wasn’t in control and needed to get out. Whatever libido she had was completely gone, her breath starting to shorten, her heart pounding in her ears as her panic started to rise.

Worst of all, she felt bad for wanting to stop. She wanted to see if she could handle Bruce being rougher with her, and she didn’t want him to think that she was too weak or too sensitive to handle being with him. The rational part of her brain told her that Bruce wouldn’t think any less of her for not wanting to be rough in bed and she needed to tell him to stop, but her emotions were too overpowering.

“R-red,” she croaked. “Red.”

Bruce immediately halted his movements and removed his hand from Y/N’s throat as he pulled out of her. He moved completely off her as he caught his breath and gave her space to gather herself.

“You okay?” he asked tenderly, trying to not upset her any further. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said, trying to stop her voice from shaking. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Bruce said as he inched towards her. “It’s okay to not know and you did the right thing by saying you wanted to stop.”

She didn’t say anything and kept her eyes away from him, feeling too vulnerable to look at him. She felt the mattress dip when he shuffled closer to her again and lay down next to her.

“Can I hold you?” Bruce asked, close enough for her to hear but just distant enough to not make her uncomfortable.

Y/N nodded and rolled over into his arms, buried her face into his chest and let him gently wrap his arms around her. Her body relaxed against his as he stroked his palms up and down her back and sides, calming her down and soothing her frayed nerves.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Bruce said softly, “but I want to know what I did wrong. What can I do better.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Y/N said, her voice muffled by his warm skin. “You did exactly what we agreed on, but something told me that we had to stop.”

“Okay, then we don’t have to do that anymore if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry,” Y/N said softly as Bruce started to play with her hair. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You haven’t disappointed me, sweetheart,” Bruce soothed and held her tighter to him. “You’ve never disappointed me.”

“Then why do I feel like I have?” 

Bruce felt his heart sink for her. When he’d suggested being a little rougher he didn’t think it would end like this. Y/N had reassured him multiple times that she would be able to handle it and that she wanted to do it for him, so he understood why she was being so hard on herself. He secured his hold on her and turned over to sit up with her in his arms, facing each other.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft and warm like honey. “You haven’t disappointed me. I’m not upset that you wanted to stop. I’m actually glad that you said you wanted to stop.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in a small voice.

“Yes, really,” Bruce said and tenderly kissed her forehead. “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now, but I just want you to know that you haven’t done anything wrong. Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N said before attempting a smile, her whole body tired from what had just happened. Bruce kissed her forehead again before pulling her into his chest again.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go do something else, you need some pampering.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Y/N said as Bruce swung his legs over the side of the bed and set his feet on the floor.

“How about we take a bath and go raid the kitchen after?”

“Now that sounds like an even better idea.”

Bruce stood up with Y/N in his arms and carried her into the bathroom where he set her down and started to run the water for their bath. It was quiet for a while before Y/N spoke up again.

“Bruce?” He hummed in response. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, honey,” he said and crossed the short distance to embrace her. “I just want you to be comfortable with me.”

“And I am,” she said as she returned his hug and rested her head on his chest. “I’ve never been more comfortable.”

[alienguts]

Sick as a Dog (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

Summary: Y/N is sick at home with the flu. Bruce wants to stay home and look after her, but she's just as content to hang out with their doggies.

Warnings: illness, fainting, she/her pronouns for reader

A/N: I’m not brushed up on the current DC canon because it gets retconned so much that I gave up (and also bc I don't like BatCat) but I'm pretty sure Ace and Titus exist in the same canon.

It took a week of constant sneezing, coughing, and sniffling for Y/N to admit that she was sick. Sick as a dog, as Alfred would say. Although she’d never witnessed the Wayne household’s dogs, Ace and Titus, be as sick as she felt at that moment.

Y/N had begrudgingly wiped her schedule completely clean after being persuaded 24/7 by Alfred and Bruce, and she still wasn’t too pleased to be spending all of her time at home. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband and his surrogate father, but she liked her work. Being a concerto pianist with the Gotham Symphony Orchestra was her lifelong dream and ever since achieving it she wasn’t going to let some other players take her spot that she worked so hard to get. At least she could take a week away from the orchestra’s overbearing conductor who enjoyed stopping an entire piece just because one note was out of place. 

Spending time with the boys won’t be so bad, she thought as she sat on the couch with Ace and ran her fingers through his fur. The German Shepherd nuzzled his face into her lap and looked up at her with his big brown eyes.

“Careful, boy,” she said to the dog. “You’ll make your brothers get jealous.”

“Never mind his brothers, what about me?” a deep voice said from behind her. Y/N turned her head slightly and smiled when she saw Bruce standing behind the couch with a steaming mug of honey and lemon water for her.

“It’s not you who I need to worry about being jealous, honey,” Y/N in her rusty voice. “We have five other boys who would all fight you and Ace for me.” Bruce rounded the couch to sit next to her.

“Good thing they’re all busy today,” he said as he gathered her into his arms. Ace whined slightly when he could no longer cuddle with his mommy.

“Hey, you’ve had your turn. Let your daddy have a turn now,” Y/N said to the dog who slinked away to bother Alfred for treats.

“How are you feeling today?” Bruce asked her. She could only cough in response. “That good, huh?”

“I feel like I’ve swallowed a razor,” she rasped before taking a sip of water. “I knew I shouldn’t have shaken that new cellist’s hand. He’d been sniffing and wiping his nose with the back of it all week.” Bruce soothed his large palm over her arm as she drew herself closer into him.

“That’s why we should all carry hand sanitiser, you don’t know where people have been or what they’ve been doing.” Y/N wheezed a small laugh at that. “I’m going to keep you company as much as I can until you feel better.”

“Bruce, I’m not a child. You don’t need to keep an eye on me all the time,” Y/N chided. “And besides, I have Alfred and the dogs to keep me company.”

“Are you saying you’d rather hang around the dogs than your husband?” Bruce asked in mock offence.

“Maybe. My husband doesn’t appreciate ear scritches and belly rubs as much as Ace does,” Y/N countered amusedly.

“Alright, you got me there. But I’m still going to-” He was cut off by his phone’s text alert. He sighed as he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, trying to get a peek at the screen without spilling scalding hot water in her lap.

“Lucius,” he replied, his brow furrowed. “He says it’s urgent. Sorry, sweetheart. You’ll have to spend the day with Alfred and the dogs after all.”

“Hey, you’ve spent your whole life with Alfred. You of all people should know that it’s not a death sentence.” Bruce chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.

“I’ll see you tonight, honey. Don’t do anything too strenuous, you need to rest.”

Asking Y/N to not do anything too strenuous was like waving meat in front of an animal and telling it not to eat it. Of course, she was going to be on her feet at some point.

When she knew for sure that Bruce wasn’t home and Alfred was busy running errands, she changed out of her pyjamas and got ready to take Titus and Ace for a walk around the manor’s grounds. If anyone had seen her they would have thought it comical that such a small person could walk two huge dogs without being pulled along by them. But she and Damian had worked hard on training their mini wolf pack so the two smallest members of the Wayne household had no problem at all.

A walk will definitely blow some of these cobwebs away, Y/N thought as she breathed in the fresh scent of the flowers in the gardens that she had planted weeks before. However, as she bent down to let the dogs off of their leashes, she suddenly felt light-headed. She stood for a moment to regain her bearings and take a deep breath before shaking it off and following the dogs. It didn’t last long, unfortunately.

 Her legs felt heavy and sluggish, cold sweat started to bead on her brow, and the world seemed to be spinning faster and faster. The dogs looked to be miles away and she couldn’t catch up to them. She felt herself slowly come to a stop before the ground came up from under her feet, sending her crashing into the grass. Before her eyes closed from exhaustion she felt a wet nose nudge at her cheek, while barking sounded off in the distance.

When Y/N finally came to, she found herself tucked in bed with a heavy weight draped over her middle. She opened her eyes to see Ace resting his head on her stomach, while Titus was snoozing on her legs. She turned her head to see Bruce parked in a chair beside the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he heard the sheets rustling.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” he asked gently.

“What happened?” she asked in response. “The last thing I remember was walking the dogs in the garden. How did I end up here?”

“Well, you pushed yourself too hard - like I told you not to do - and you fainted from exhaustion,” he said as he placed the back of his hand on her forehead, feeling her temperature. “It’s a good thing you and Damian have trained the dogs so well or else you’d have been there for hours.”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly while nuzzling her face into Bruce’s hand. “I thought the fresh air would do me some good.”

“It’s okay, honey. I would have done the same thing. Now, how about I run you a bath?”

“Could you run us a bath instead?” she asked sweetly.

“If by ‘us’ you mean me and you, I certainly can,” Bruce said before placing a soft kiss on her hot cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” Y/N called after him as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Ace had shifted further up her chest while Titus had moved from her legs to her side. Thankfully the master bed was big enough for all of them. Y/N gave them both head scratches which they both leaned into appreciatively.

“And thank you, boys, for looking after me,” she said to the dogs. Titus responded with a huff before shoving his head under her arm while Ace gave a small lick to the tip of her nose.

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Mourning Day//Flashback One-shot

After several days of painful planning, Samuel Johnston stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom of his parent's old house in Bellefontaine, Ohio, adjusting the tie on his black suit as he prepared to attend to his father's funeral. He looked around the house and the memories of growing up in it, nothing had really hit him yet, that his father was really gone and that he had lost both parents before he had even turned thirty. The only thing that was holding him through the numbness was his fiance, Bray,who really was all he had left. He heard him coming to stand in the doorway and murmur softly,"are you ready to go, sunshine? We can't be late.." Sami bit his lip as he nodded, weakly moving into Bray's outstretched arm to let him help him out of the house and into the car. After Sami arranged everything, the little chapel alongside the funeral home was decorated and set up for the service, Sami watching with a sharp pain in his chest as his father's casket was wheeled out to the front of the pulpit. He stared for a long time at the crucifix on the wall behind him, wanting to tear it down while screaming why God had to take both parents from him at this age. "Mr. Johnston?" A voice had him startle,turning to look at what was revealed to be the funeral home director,who tilted his head carefully towards the casket,"Would you care for this to be an open casket ceremony?" Sami gulped down his heart and nodded silently, something in him yearning to see his father one last time before he was buried alongside his mother. He watched as they opened it but didn't look into it yet as he descended to the pulpit to give a painful eulogy,clearing his throat against his heart that wanted to burst out along with his tears and he wished he didn't have to do this, especially alone being an only child,"Howard Johnston..was a kind gentle man who battled many hardships.. From losing my mother to raising me on his own to finally fighting cancer with every ounce of strength he had left. He taught me many things but most of all, how to be a real man with ambition and strength despite my size. I admit I didn't apply to these early in my life and it frustrated him but in the end..I'd like to think I made him proud. Both professionally and personally. He was ecstatic when I got into WWE and even more so when he found out about my engagement to Bray,whom he loved like a second son. I am sorry he will not get to walk me down the aisle..or see me get married at the end of this month but.." Sami paused to swallow, "I'm sure he'll be watching from above with a smile. Resting in the fact that I will be taken care of for the rest of my life." He blinked at the casket and nodded,"and I will be. So it's with a heavy heart that I,we, say goodbye to a man who fought to the very end.." He pursed his lips before breathing, "I love you, Pops..and I'll never forget you.. You're with mom now.. Take care of her. You earned finally seeing her after your fight..." Sami choked slightly and made his way down to the casket start the line, looking down at his father before bending to kiss at his cold forehead with a broken,"goodbye, Pops.. I'll miss you.." He swallowed the pain as Bray gathered him up to lead him to the car to start the procession to the cemetery. Sami stood there numbly in the cemetery,leaning close to Bray as he listened to the preacher,his father's final resting place right next to his mother's grave as he wanted it. He didn't have any words left to speak as he clung to his fiance, shaking slightly in his grief. Once they finished and Sami went up to place a rose on top of his father's casket, he turned back to Bray to finally start sobbing into the bigger man's chest,words coming out garbled,"oh, Bray.. I'm an orphan now.. They're..they're both gone.. I don't have parents anymore..." He continued to let out his grief, cuddled close to the only person in the world he had left as the sun set almost in sympathy on the quiet cemetery whose silence was only broken by the soft cries of a man turned back into a lost child as he mourned his parents.

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The Dream Becomes Reality//One-Shot

Danny woke up quite suddenly this morning, slightly disorientated at the still unfamiliar surroundings of his and Raven's new house in Philadelphia, used to Raven's old house in Atlanta. He glanced over at Raven still sleeping soundly next to him and reached out to stroke his shoulder. Until he caught the bright glimmer of red from his engagement ring and paused, sitting up carefully so as to not wake up his now fiance and hobbled out of bed, reaching for his crutch to support himself on his broken foot.

He crept through the quiet house, reaching for his cigarettes and a lighter, feeling that weed somehow would distract him from his serious ponderings. Emerging onto the patio, he sat in one of the chairs and just watched the watery sunrise. "I'm gettin married.." He murmured around the cigarette as he lit up,taking a deep drag, exhaling in a rush,"who would've fuckin thought.. Me.. Daniel Tiberius Havoc.. Gettin married.. Again. " He leaned his head back, a smile emerging despite that last word,"this time though, I know I'm fuckin doin it right. With the right person this time! I'm going to do it right! I have to! I fuckin want to!" He took another drag,looking around at the quiet yard,"maybe..he was what..I needed all along. Someone older.. That knew how I was, that could take care of me.. That wouldn't put up with my bullshit."

He yawned as he sat quietly to watch the smoke curl into the air as he thought, taking drags now and then until he ground the cigarette out in the ashtray,standing back up as he looked down at his ring again, remembering Raven proposing,"I used to not believe in soulmates and all that lovey crap.. Until you came along and changed all that, you bastard.. Fuck, I love you so much.. And I can't wait to be your husband. I know it was meant to be. It's like you say since we met.." He kissed his ring, internally glad no one could see him in this vulnerable moment,"I am your mirror image. And I guess I reflected both our dreams after all.." Grinning happily,he picked up his things to stuff them in his pocket before leaning up on his crutch to head back into the house,wanting only to curl up with his fiance for the rest of the morning until their party.