BIG TOUGH SOFTIE ♡ Bruce Wayne . . . maybe bringing her massive bf to a girls’ night at her friend’s house causes a little bit of jealousy and very intimate questions.
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Y/N was buzzing with excitement as she tugged Bruce toward a brownstone in one of Gotham’s less decrepit neighborhoods. The party was at her friend Sarah’s place. It was a girls’ night, a late gathering of wine, laughter, and gossip, but Bruce had insisted on coming along.
“It’s too late for you to be out alone,” he’d said firmly despite her protests that she’d be fine.
Y/N had relented, secretly thrilled to show him off.
The living room was packed with five women—Sarah, Clarie, and three others, all sprawled on couches and floor cushions. Bruce was the only man in a sea of women, and his presence impossible to ignore. His broad shoulders seemed to take up half the room, his scarred hands dwarfing the wine glass he held with surprising care. The women had welcomed him warmly, though their eyes lingered, wide with curiosity at the sheer size of him next to Y/N.
Y/N stuck close to him at first, her hand on his arm. The group chatted about work drama, and the latest Gotham gossip. Bruce was quiet, but Y/N’s friends teased gently about her “construction worker boyfriend,” and her cheeks burned as she leaned into him.
An hour in, the wine ran low, and Sarah groaned dramatically, holding up an empty bottle.
“We’re out already?” she said, pouting. “This is a crisis!”
Bruce stood, the couch creaking as his weight lifted, and offered a small smile. “I’ll grab some more,” he said, his voice a low growl that made the room hush for a moment. “There’s a store around the corner.”
“You’re a saint,” Sarah said, batting her eyes playfully, and the others laughed.
Y/N squeezed his hand, and he bent down to kiss her forehead, his massive frame casting a shadow over her.
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he teased, his lips brushing her ear, and she giggled, swatting his arm.
As Bruce stepped out, his boots heavy on the stairs, the room erupted into whispers. Clarie leaned forward, her wine glass dangling in her hand.
“Okay, Y/N,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “Now we know why you’re so damn happy all the time. That man is a mountain. You’ve gotta tell us about the sex.”
Y/N’s face flushed instantly, her hands flying to her cheeks as she stammered, “Clarie!” Her hair falling forward as she ducked her head. “You can’t just… ask that!”
“Oh, come on,” Sarah chimed in, grinning as she topped off her glass with the last drops of wine. “He’s, like, twice your size. We’re dying to know how that works. I mean, look at him—he’s got to have a huge cock. Right?”
The others laughed, and Y/N’s face burned even more.
“He’s… big, yeah,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress. “But he’s gentle, okay? He’s sweet… he’s just— perfect.”
Her smile was shy but genuine, her love for Bruce—her big tough Bruce— shining through her embarrassment.
“Gentle?” Clarie scoffed, leaning closer. “Girl, you’re tiny. I bet he could split you in half without trying. How do you even take him? Does it all fit, or do you just… climb him like a tree?”
The room burst into laughter, and Y/N covered her face, her giggle muffled but unstoppable.
“It’s… a challenge sometimes,” she said. “But we make it work. He’s careful and soft, God— I just, I… I love it. I love him.”
Her words were soft, almost defensive, but her heated face betrayed her as the women cooed and teased.
“Oh my God, you’re adorable,” said Mia, her eyes wide. “But, like, details, Y/N! Is it intense? Does he leave you limping? I bet he’s got stamina for days with those muscles.”
Y/N laughed, shaking her head.
“You guys are awful,” she said. “It’s… intense, yeah. But he makes me feel safe. And, yeah, he’s… big. Everywhere.”
She bit her lip, her giggle escaping as the women hooted, clapping like they’d won a prize.
“Big everywhere!” Clarie echoed, fanning herself dramatically. “I bet you see stars every night. Does he, like, bulge your tummy or something? I’ve heard that happens with big guys.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, her blush spreading to her neck as she nodded, almost imperceptibly, and the room erupted again, the women laughing and nudging her, their teasing relentless but somehow... affectionate.
Before Y/N could bury herself further, the door opened, and Bruce returned, two bottles of cheap red wine in his massive hands. His eyes immediately found Y/N, her face a beacon of blush, and he raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching.
“What’s going on here?” he asked as he set the bottles on the table.
Y/N giggled nervously, avoiding his gaze as she fanned her cheeks. “Nothing,” she said quickly, and the women snickered.
Bruce’s gaze softened. “No more wine for you, doll,” he said, crossing his arms, his flannel straining over his biceps. “You’re redder than the bottle.”
The women burst out laughing, and Y/N swatted his arm, her small hand barely making a dent.
“Stop it,” she said, her blush deepening as she stood to join him. “You’re embarrassing me now.”
The party wound down soon after, the wine flowing but the teasing subsiding. When it was time to leave, the women gathered at the door, waving as Bruce and Y/N stepped into the cool night, his arm around her shoulders, her small frame tucked against his side.
As they walked toward his truck, the women lingered on the stoop, their voices carrying in the quiet. “Look at them,” Sarah whispered, giggling. “She’s so Y/N, and he’s a freaking giant. I bet he carries her to bed every night.”
Clarie smirked, sipping her wine. “Oh, he’s definitely rearranging her insides... I’m jealous.”
Mia laughed, shaking her head. “She’s living the dream, but, like, how does she walk after? That man’s cock must be a weapon. I bet it’s thicker than her arm.”
“Stop it,” Sarah said, swatting her. “She’s so sweet, though. Imagine her giggling while he’s railing her. God, they’re cute.”
Their laughter followed Bruce and Y/N to the truck, where he opened the passenger door, lifting her effortlessly into the seat. She giggled, her blush still lingering as she looked up at him.
“They were awful,” she said. “They kept asking about… you know. Us.”
Bruce chuckled, climbing into the driver’s side, the truck dipping under his weight. “I figured,” he said, starting the engine, his hand finding hers, his massive fingers engulfing hers. “You okay?”
She nodded, leaning across to rest her head on his arm, her smile warm. Her chest puffing. “More than okay,” she said. “I think they’re just jealous I’ve got you.”
welcome home (nsfw)
absolute!bruce wayne x fem!reader
mentions: SPOILERS FOR ABSOLUTE BATMAN #10!!!!, established relationship, kinda angsty, comes back after ark m, lets pretend he has teeth in this one ty, yearninggggg, makeout sesh (ish?), missionary, soft sex, mentions of fingering and oral (f!recieving), big dick! bruce because yes he does, creampie, use of petname (sweetheart) like once, eye contact, sliiiiight dirty talk??
(you're telling me i NEVER wrote for absolute!bruce.... this changes now)
🎧 --bye by ariana grande (altare remix)
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it’s been three months since you last saw bruce, and you were absolutely petrified
a week? not bad. a month? sure, maybe there were some issues on the way back home. but three? this was the longest he’s ever been from home, the longest he’s ever been away
and those three months felt like time trapped— three months since you felt bruce’s lips on yours, three months since he was sleeping beside you with his big arms around your waist, three months since he’d give you that soft smile only reserved for you, three months since he left to break in ark m
until one night, he finally came back— and the familiar sight of the man you love made the weight of the world drop from your shoulders
there he was, standing in front of the door you opened. bruce was wearing a hoodie zipped up, with the fabric doing little to hide his bulky figure as he wore a cap. meanwhile, you were wearing one of bruce’s old shirts with eyes widened from the sight
“bruce?” your voice was slightly shaky in disbelief, but your breath got caught when he silently and slowly took off the cap, eyes scanning his face like you’re trying to memorize him all over again
his black hair — the same locks that you’d run your fingers through— was gone and now replaced with a buzzcut. the tiredness, sharpness and fatigue was evident in his face as he stared at you with those all-familiar blue eyes that looked like they had seen it all. yet under the edge that carried in them, they still had that softness and relief that was only for you— a look you missed for three months
bruce looked like hell, and that made your heart ache
you silently pressed your lips into a thin line and closing your eyes to calm yourself down, refraining from watering up your eyes. the idea of bruce finally coming back, but like this made you wish you could have done something— even though you couldn’t
a large hand went to your chin to gently tilt your head up to face him— a gesture that was gentle, grounding, and all too familiar. “look at me” bruce murmured, his voice low and slightly roughened. your ears rang from his voice that you missed hearing for so long, your skin welcoming the familiar warmth from his hand that you craved
and when you slowly open your eyes, there he stood— bruce wayne, his face clearer under the light due to how close he was. but it wasn’t the sharp lines or shadows on his face that you focused on, it was his eyes— still blue, still intense, still soft when they look at you
your lips slightly part for words to come out, but nothing comes out at first due to how much that was sitting at your chest all at once—relief, hurt, love, anger, all tangled up
bruce’s thumb brushed lightly under your chin to ground you. “im here” he said quietly. “im here.” as if he was reminding you instead of convincing you.
your hand comes up almost instinctively, resting against his wrist before sliding up to his face for your fingers to trace along his cheek— like you need to confirm every inch of him is real.
“three months” you whispered with a trembling voice, despite your best effort to steady it. “bruce… i thought-" your voice breaks for a second, eyes getting watery despite your efforts. “i thought i lost you”
and that lands hard, making his expression shift into something deeper than guilt. maybe it was regret, or the weight of knowing exactly what he put you through and choosing it anyway because he had too
“you didn’t” bruce said, now stepping inside your shared apartment and closing the door behind him with his foot without looking away from you
“it felt like it did”
“... i know”
he admitted that quietly after his gaze softened for a second from your words. you sniffed from your efforts to hold back your tears as you took your other hand to slide into bruce’s buzzed hair, the stubble a feeling you’d have to get used to.
“i hate that you were there alone” you admitted under your breath. “i hate that you had to go through that alone”
his hand shifted from your chin to cradle your jaw, brushing your cheek with his thumb in a slow, absent motion— like he’s just now remembering what it feels like to touch you. “you’re the reason i made it through” bruce murmured, and that made you lift your watery eyes to meet his
“there were nights…” he continued with his voice lower and quieter, as if he’s carefully choosing each word. “when that place gets inside your head. makes you question what’s real and what’s not”
a pause
“you were the one thing i didn’t let it touch”
“bruce…”
“i held onto you. every second”
and that was it, because whatever control you had in you left the moment you closed the distance fully, pulling bruce into your lips as you kissed him with aching and desperation— as if trying to give back everything he lost in those three months all at once
bruce responded immediately, kissing you with the same emotions as the same hand that cradled your jaw slid to the back of your neck while the other tightened at your waist, pulling you against him. god, he’s missed this so much— as if it’s the first real thing he’s had since stepping into ark m
one tear finally slips from your eye, then another. his hand moves back to your face to wipe your tears with his thumb. the messy, emotional and real kiss you shared with bruce slowly softened into something deeper and slower— as if grounding each other in yourself
you finally— and reluctantly— pulled away, uneven pants of air leaving both of you with foreheads on one another, blue eyes on yours.
and once bruce finally caught his breath, he leaned in for another dip of your lips— almost as if he was making sure this was real, that he still wasn’t test subject 27, that ark m wasn’t pulling tricks on his mind
but he knew it wasn’t a dream the moment he heard you sigh in his lips, and that’s when bruce realized that he was finally home to you
his hands dropped to your waist, picking you up and walking towards the bedroom all without pulling his lips from yours. like muscle memory, your legs wrapped around his waist with both of your hands cupping his face-- as if not wanting to let go of him any second
and when you finally reached the shared bedroom and bruce placed your body ever so gently on the bed, both of you got to work, to make up for the lost time spent
each piece of clothing followed the other onto the floor, the warmth from your bodies being the only thing you two could feel. you moaned when you felt bruce’s lips trail to the corner of your neck and brushed on a specific spot on your skin, hands going to his back— not knowing about the green veins and surgical scars that were on his back
you felt the tip of his cock nudge on the entrance of your cunt, making you let out a breathless sigh as you felt his lips leave a trail of kisses down your body. your neck and collarbone, then down to the middle of your boobs and your stomach, until they reach your inner thighs
bruce placed a kiss on your inner thigh, eyes up at yours. “you still remember how to take me, sweetheart?” that was the words of a man who knew his dick was above average, which was why he decided to take matters into his own hands— literally.
he spends the time burying his face and fingers in between your legs, making you cum more times than you can count just so you could take his cock all over again— and that was just from his fingers and tongue alone. even after all this time, he still remembers your body and sounds like the back of his hand
soon, bruce threw your legs over his shoulders as his hands held your inner legs in place, forehead resting on yours and lining his cock with your soaked entrance. he only made you cum from his tongue and fingers yet it was enough for him to get painfully hard with beads of precum at the tip
the stretch you felt the moment the tip entered made an inaudible gasp leave your lips, eyes half lidded and eyebrows slightly furrowed. bruce was so big that every time you took him, it always felt like the first time
“breathe” he whispered, eyes locked on yours and waiting for you to give him the green light for him to continue. and once you slowly inhaled and silently nodded, bruce continued to insert more of his massive length into your pussy. a groan was heard from him as a result of feeling your tight walls squeeze all over him, tightening the grip he had on your legs
once he was fully in, you couldn’t even continue to hold eye contact as your brain felt too dizzy from how full he was making you feel
“still fits like a glove” bruce sighed, feeling your walls trying to remold itself back to his size. due to the close proximity, all you had to do was slightly lean your head up to pull bruce into a slow, messy kiss, in which he happily reciprocated
and when he felt your pussy walls now loosening and now perfectly snugged around his cock, it was all he needed to feel before starting to move in you— slow, but deep. his cock nudged on all the right places that bruce didn’t even need to pick up the pace, and it wasn’t like he wanted to anyway. he wanted to take his time with you, to fully satisfy his craving of you
“god, i missed you--” thrust. “—so much—" thrust. “—so fucking much” thrust
you couldn’t even respond to bruce, not when his eyes weren’t wavering on yours, not when you finally felt him after so long, not when the wet, lewd sounds were what was entering your ears, not when all you could think about was the space that his cock was perfectly filling up in you. the only response you could give him was soft sounds of his name leaving your lips. and to bruce, that was enough
one more deep thrust into your cervix and it was enough for your orgasm to soon wash out all over bruce, feeling his cock slowly get soaked and the skin slaps sounding more lewd with each thrust. your walls squeezed on him so tight it made him let out a grunt before trailing it to a guttural groan and joining you in your bliss of euphoria, thick ropes of cum oozing out and burying themselves deep in your cunt
slowly, both of you broke the kiss, staring at each other with satisfied gazes and panting out uneven breaths. maybe it was the post-orgasm, maybe it was just the way you looked beautiful in your afterglow, but it was enough for bruce to murmur three words with sincerity and softness
“i love you”
a second later and you gave him a dazed, tired smile as your hands slid up to cup his face, thumbs idly tracing over his cheeks before pulling him into one more kiss, a soft one that gave bruce his response to his confession. i love you too
home sweet home
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CONSISTS OF ↬ comfort. established marriage. you guys just really love each other. i think he might have a crush on you. slice of life. super cutesy. sexual innuendoes. remember bruce is a civil engineer. enjoy!
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The alarm had gone off nearly twenty minutes ago, but somehow the two of you were still moving at a sluggish pace around the apartment. You were perched at the sink brushing your teeth while Bruce stood beside you, bent over slightly to wash his face. He dwarfed the tiny bathroom mirror with his broad shoulders that took of most of the space in front of the sink.
“You hog all the counter,” you mumbled around the toothbrush, nudging his hip with yours as you tugged away the towel resting besides him, just to make his life a little more inconvenient.
Bruce didn’t glance at you, only reached over to slide the toothbrush cup closer to his side so you had to lean into him to reach it again. “You’re smaller. You don’t need this much space.”
You gave him a mock glare, spitting into the sink before rinsing and kissing his cheek as you stretched to put your toothbrush in the cup besides his own. “Well... excuse me for existing.”
He smirked faintly, his arm blocking your face as he reached to the hook, took his towel and rubbed it roughly over his face. “You’re excused.”
The rhythm of the morning felt familiar, almost comforting. It always consisted of him pulling on his work boots while you tied your hair up, then you hunting for your bag while he slung on his jacket. It was the small things that got you, in all honesty, the way he checked his phone for site messages with one hand while pouring your coffees with the other, or how he always left your mug a little sweeter than his. It was domestic in a way you never imagined possible for him.
You sat on the edge of the bed to tug your shoes on, glancing at the clock only to see that you were quickly running out of time for your commute. As you bent over to properly adjust the shoes, the fabric of your skirt tugged higher against your thighs, and you caught Bruce’s gaze flickering over you from the doorway. He had his shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled to the elbow, collar neat... almost neat. He looked devastatingly handsome, especially with the early light cutting across his frame.
“What?” you asked, glancing up at him with a grin.
“Nothing,” he muttered, turning as though to grab his jacket from the chair, but you saw the faint flush illuminating his face.
Grinning, you reached out and grabbed his wrist as he passed. The momentum pulled him slightly off balance, and suddenly he was leaning over you after barely catching himself against the bed, his towering frame casting a shadow across the sheets and yourself.
You tilted your head back, your smile sharp. “You’re easy to topple when you’re distracted.”
His eyes narrowed, amused, and he planted a hand on the mattress beside your thigh, leaning in closer. “You think you can pull me down?”
You tugged lightly on his wrist again, feigning innocence. “Why not? Gravity has to be on my side.”
Bruce chuckled, the low rumble vibrating in his chest as he leaned further until his shadow engulfed you completely. His size was overwhelming, in all honesty... the sheer width of his shoulders, the strength in his arms bracing above you, the heat of his body closing in like a storm.
“Try me,” he murmured, a wave of his cologne hitting you as he leaned closer, it was too tempting to close the gap between the two of you.
You reached up with both hands, hooked them around his collar, and gave a playful yank. He resisted for a moment, only to let himself sink lower, the weight of him settling slowly, deliberately, until you felt the mattress dip beneath the bulk of his body.
“That’s cheating,” his voice low, and his breath brushing your lips now.
“You like it,” you whispered back, tilting your head, brushing your nose against his.
His eyes darkened, and for a moment neither of you moved. Then, finally, Bruce let the rest of his weight settle, lowering himself onto you almost fully. You laughed softly, feeling his solid frame caging you in, your hands still fisted in his collar before your fingers crawled up the nape of his neck and tangled in his hair.
“Now we’re really late,” you teased, kissing along the edge of his jaw, leaving a faint trace of lipstick behind.
“I don’t care,” he muttered, his mouth finding yours with a hunger that left no space for argument.
Time stretched thin as the kiss deepened and turned into several more. Your hands sliding beneath his shirt, his lips finding your neck, your breath catching as his weight pressed you deeper into the mattress. What started as playful teasing blurred into something slower, hotter, the kind of intimacy that burned and lingered long after.
By the time you pulled away, Bruce's hair was mussed, your lipstick smudged, and his shirt collar bore the undeniable mark of your lips. He sat up reluctantly, running a hand through his hair, trying to tame himself back into the man who should have left for work twenty minutes ago.
“Really?” he playfully feigned annoyance, adjusting his collar, glancing at the faint red stain near the button.
You smirked, sitting up and straightening your clothes. “Consider it my signature.”
Bruce gave you one last look that was half-annoyed, but half-infatuated, before finally grabbing his jacket. “I’m going to get hell for this.”
“Worth it,” you said, grinning as you stood up on your toes and cupped his face to give him one last kiss before you both parted ways for the day.
He lingered a moment longer, his gaze softening despite the inevitable lateness, and then finally turned to leave. You could already picture it.. Bruce Wayne standing on the construction site, massive and imposing, with lipstick on his collar and that quiet, brooding look that gave him away to anyone who knew how to read it.
And you knew exactly who put it there.
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