mentions: backshots, p in v, no protection, praising, dirty talk, talks you thru it, bruce has a mean dick i can confirm, i just need to let my inner demons out
🎧 -- the best ive ever had by limi
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if there was one thing to rival bruce wayne’s wallet in terms of size, it would definitely be his cock
and you would know— especially since you were in a mean arch, ass pressed on his hips and cock snuggled in your pussy. your face was lying on its side, lips fully parted and letting soft sounds escape from them
“that’s it, sweetheart” he cooed in your ear, a hand gently holding your neck and the other on your waist before rolling his hips into another deep thrust that made a whine leave your lips. “doing such a good job takin’ me” his pace was slow but the depth was what driving you insane, feeling his chest pressed on your back
“bruce—“ you breathlessly gasped, hands gripping onto the sheets till your knuckles were white. “bruce you’re so—big—” a moan left your lips when you felt his tip press mean onto all the right spots in your pussy
“i know, baby” he kissed your cheek before giving you another deep thrust that caused both you and him to let out a sound. “i know.” trust me, he knew. and this time, his words were in a groan before picking his head up from your shoulder
bruce’s hand slipped from your neck to join his hand in order to firmly grab your waist before they slid down to lay on your hips, grunts leaving him as his pace started to pick up along the intensity of his thrusts
you couldn’t even moan his name or anything, you were just drooling on the pillow from the side, dumb founded with full blown eyes and small gasps heard from you
not stopping his pace, his hand goes to brush your hair from your face and wipe your forehead, the motion gentle compared to his thrusts. “just like that” he grunted, making sure your walls were perfectly molded for his size
not like they weren’t anyway. and if they weren’t, then tonight would make sure they were
You perch on Bruce’s lap in the middle of the night humming an unknown tune, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as Bruce rubs slow circles on your back. His head rests in the crook of your neck, breathing smooth and calm, as if he isn’t fighting the bone-deep exhaustion he desperately needs to give in to.
“Baby, should we sleep now? I’m getting sleepy waiting for your little shopping time,” he murmurs. His hand stills on your back before he lifts his head from your neck, cupping your cheeks gently and tugging your attention away from your phone.
You pout. “I didn’t get what I want yet, Brucey.” With an exaggerated sigh, you fall against him dramatically, one hand on your chest to add to the act—anything to lure him into spending more time with you after patrol. “Still got lots to think about. What to buy. It’s stressing me out.”
“Sweetheart…” Bruce sighs, brows furrowing, lips pressed into a thin line as his body sinks into the leather chair. “I just got home from patrolling… cut me some slack, please, baby. I… really need rest this time.”
That’s new. Bruce is never this desperate for rest, at least not with you. He usually despises stopping even for a moment. After patrol he’d normally head straight down to the Batcave, analyzing Wayne Enterprises data or scanning for new Gotham crime patterns. But now… his eyes are already half-lidded, lips forming that soft pout he gets when he wants attention. His face leans into your small palm before his eyes flutter shut, his body going slack.
That’s when you know—you better be a good girl and not mess with his mood.
So you mumble an “okay,” slipping off his lap. He groans at the loss of warmth, but you quickly grab his hand, pulling him up from the chair and guiding him toward the bed. You push him gently by the shoulders, and he blinks at you in confusion.
“What is this about…? Are you mad at me, baby?”
You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you help him lie down properly, adjusting the pillow under his head before settling beside him with a tired huff. You slide one arm under his chest, the other around his torso, your chin tucked on top of his head.
That’s when he realizes—
“Am I the little spoon today?” he murmurs, amused at your attempt to be the big spoon, even though your arms barely reach halfway around him.
You mumble sleepily, “Yeah… wanna be the big spoon even though I’m clearly the princess one here. But that’s okay. Wanna spoil my man tonight.”
A small smile tugs at his lips, his heartbeat quickening as he feels your hands patting his back—the same way he always does when you fall asleep. You press a soft kiss to his forehead before murmuring a good night.
Bruce’s eyes soften in the dark. He leans in, resting his weight against your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he whispers back, “I love you, baby.”
Bruce Wayne as your arranged marriage husband means endless shopping budget but a man who disappears every night— only coming back to sleep.
Feeling the dip beside you on the bed, you rotate your head slightly to see his back filled with deep wounds. Some healed while some others are a raging red. You always notice but never ask how he always comes home at the dead of night, always with new gashes that constitutes his whole back.
Every time you ask, it's a look of shame that graces his face and one of sympathy that comes from the estranged butler, Alfred. There's a hint of secrecy between the two that you've always been curious since the wedding. They were always chatting silently with each other when you "weren't" paying attention.
It's the day that you go to call him downstairs that you discover the Batcave.
"Fucking bitch," you whisper underneath your breath.
Pairings: Platonic! Yandere! Batfam x Spider Venom! Reader
Summary: The relationship between you and Bruce, your biological father, had always been bare bone, and that goes for your siblings as well. You never made a big deal out of anything and kept to yourself. Bruce also seems troubled at finding out information about you after knowing how neglectful he has been.
Chapter Warnings: Talks of abuse | wealthy people being assholes mentioned | switching pov's between Reader and Bruce | Damien being a little shit | Bruce realizing he knows nothing about Reader | Bruce doesnt realize how old Reader is either lmao | Alfred being lowkey an instigator
Author's Notes: Now that I have like 5 series to write for expect random chapters being thrown out lol whatsver strikes my mood will be written + posted! Currently working on 3 separate Avatar fics, this Batfam pic, and a Yaujta fic so be patient please 😩
Word Count: 8.4k
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Chapter Four:
You didn't hate your family, but you didn't like them either. On one hand they didn't force you to join their nightly activities but that also meant being left out since their secret identities were a big part of their lives. You never were close to any of them in particular, honestly Duke and Tim were the only ones you've actually had conversations with, although it was more like small talk before they were whisked away for more important matters.
Your father was in the middle, while you actually had conversations with the man they were long ago, now the most you get from him is a grunt or hum.
You did not hate Bruce, he was not a bad man in any way. He gave you a roof over your head and your own black card for anything, which you often used to buy necessities but there has been the occasional time you bought supplies for a new hobby you wanted to try.
You will admit that coming home and occasionally catching the whole family, Alfred included, in the kitchen or living room all laughing or just relaxing did crack your heart a little. Watching everyone get along and forget about the fact that you lived at the manor broke you, but you never minded. After all, how were you supposed to get along with a whole family consisting of vigilantes? You did your part by attending many gala's in Bruce's favor and often saw how other wealthy parents treated their children and considered yourself lucky. Bruce never hit you, or berated you, or even let you fend for yourself, he gave you everything.
Just not his attention.
Now here you are sitting down trying to eat dinner while your father, who you saw earlier at the gala, is standing at the doorway in the kitchen.
You didn't look up to meet his gaze, instead focusing on finishing your dinner, you knew that Bruce saw you at the gala and he probably wanted to check on you before leaving. Of course he didn't know that you knew about his secret identity.
“What happened to them?” Bruce turned to look at Alfred, who was standing at the sink.
“It seems as if a villain managed to cause some damage at the building Master Y/N was attending a gala, they got some minor scratches but are otherwise fine.”
You couldn't help the small eye twitch, they did know you were sitting right there right?
“Hm. Were they alone during the attack?”
“No, Peter Parker was there who had more serious injuries but was sent to the hospital for further inspection-”
A cluttering noise filled the room along with a loud screech as you stood abruptly and dropped your silverware. You almost forgot about your friend! Was he okay? Did he have any internal injuries? Were Aunt May and Uncle Ben okay?
“Master Y/N? What is wrong?”
“I need to call Aunt May and Uncle Ben!” You quickly replied to the butler before you tried to move past the two tall men. That's when you felt it, a tingling sensation of the back of your neck and before he could, you yanked your arms back just as Bruce went to grab you.
You could see the surprise on his face before your body moved on its own and you threw yourself out of the way as Damien was coming to the kitchen entryway.
“Hey!-”
“Sorry!” You called out over your shoulder before running back to your room and slamming the door open. You quickly grabbed your phone on the nightstand before immediately calling Uncle Ben, who you had on speed dial.
Ring-Ring-Ring
“Wonder when you'd call.”
“Uncle Ben! Are you okay? Is Peter okay? Is he breathing? Aunt May is she- “
“Relax sweetheart. Take some deep breaths.” You could hear the amused tone in the older man's voice, you let out a small sigh before taking some large breaths in and letting them out.
“Im fine, Aunt May is fine, and Peter is fine. Just some bruising and small cuts, according to him you saved his life!”
You couldn't help the warm feeling crawling up your neck. “Saving his life is a bit of an exaggeration, but I'm glad everyone's good.”
After some more small talk and even saying hi to Aunt May, you hung up and let out a large sigh of relief. You didn't hesitate to plop down onto your bed and you have never been more glad that Alfred made you shower before eating.
You snuggled up to your pillows and not even a full 5 minutes later you were out like a light, exhausted after everything.
Bruce never considered himself a good parent, but he also didn't think he was a bad one either. He tried his best to give each of his children the best chance at success, while he did push them towards the Robin/Batgirl route he would not force them to carry the mantle.
All except you.
When Bruce first met you after your mother's mysterious death in a plane crash he had to do a double take. You looked just like him, from the outlines of his face to the shape of his nose and even to the resting 'Wayne' face everyone said he had.
There was no denying you were his.
Maybe that is what caused Bruce to be distant, the fact that you were a carbon copy of him and even got Alfred to make a comment about how you reminded the butler of Bruce in his younger days made him feel uneasy.
Of course he didn't even try and get you to be a sidekick, there was no way he would be able to focus with you by his side. Bruce tried to show up in your life, but every time you locked eyes with the man he just left you in the hands of Alfred.
Bruce, or Batman in this case, was doing his usual patrol routes with Robin (Damien) when he managed to spot someone on a glass roof of some building he recognized. It was a common place that gala's were often held, it was high class and spacious, perfect for the uptight and frankly boring parties that companies, or wealthy people in general, would throw.
Of course it didn't take long for Batman to spot the giant bomb on the back of this person's back and after some back and forth, Robin managed to send the man crashing into the roof causing the bomb to go off, and for debris to fall inside the building.
When Batman looked through the roof he felt his heart almost stop.
You were there.
What were you doing at a gala? Surely you didn't enjoy them right?
He also noticed the boy you were with, who the hell was this kid? And why were you dancing so close? You were way too young to date anybody! At least that's what he told himself.
Batman also noticed how you pushed the boy out of the way before the roof came crashing in, but before he could move-
“The man is now in police custody.” Damien's voice cut through the night air, making Bruce look back at the boy. They exchanged a few more words before Bruce looked back only to see you gone, of course he spotted you with Alfred in front of the building a few seconds later and took this as a sign to return home.
Bruce needed to talk to you.
. . .
What Bruce wasn't expecting was for you to be so, uh small? Not necessarily physically but more so in the space you were in. It's as if you were trying to take up as little space as possible, which only served to confuse Bruce more. This house was certainly big enough for everyone, so why were you trying to shrink in on yourself?
The man asked Alfred about you, despite you being right there, in hopes that you would speak out. You did not.
It wasn't until Alfred had mentioned Peter something, Barker maybe? Or was it Farker? Either way he mentioned a boy's name, and Bruce immediately thought of the boy you were dancing with and who, in his opinion, was way too close to you physically to just be dancing.
That's when you stood up suddenly and exclaimed something about calling before you tried to leave. Bruce tried to stop you, so he could actually talk to you, but when he reached his arm out it's like you knew what he was going to do as you dodged his grab and then dodged Damien as he was coming inside the kitchen.
Bruce stared after you in genuine surprise.
When the hell did you get so agile? How did you know he was going to try and grab you? Bruce never put his hands on his kids, no matter the scenario, he did not tolerate hitting kids at all.
It wasn't luck either, the movement it took to pull those stunts off were trained as if you have practiced over and over again.
“What happened to them?” Damien asked as he strolled in to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Also when did they learn to dodge like that? Even for a civilian it wasn't bad form.”
Bruce took a second before blinking over at Alfred, who was cleaning off the table.
“Has Y/N been taking any uh self defense classes? Or acrobatics? Anything related?” The man watched as the butler shook his head.
“Master Y/N has shown interest in many things over the years but anything requiring excessive physical movement doesn't seem to interest them.”
Bruce just stared at the older man, he cleared his throat ever so slightly.
“Do they always attend gala's? They never seemed interested in the whole high society type setting.”
“Master Y/N goes to them when you cannot, often filling in for you and taking over as the public speaker for Wayne Enterprises, they are quite charismatic. This specific gala was a celebration for their accomplishments at Oscorp, they had gotten a full-time and paid internship there directly under the head scientists, Dr. Connors.”
Bruce felt his jaw drop.
You? You took over the gala speeches and were charismatic?
Bruce felt an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach but before he could speak, he heard a scoff coming from his other biological child.
“Them? Charismatic? Have you seen them? I do not believe it for a moment.” Damien looked at Alfred with a raised eyebrow. “Do we have any proof of this 'charismatic' person in action?”
Alfred smiles softly before bowing his head slightly. “I do. I have many of their interviews and speeches saved on a hard drive, if you wish you can have your proof.”
Bruce looks between the butler and his son before feeling his phone vibrate, which he looks at immediately. It was Dick, claiming that everyone was waiting for him in the Bat Cave.
Bruce looked up at the two others.
“Damien, meet the others in the Bat Cave. Alfred, can you get me that hard drive?”
Damien nodded immediately and set off to group up with the others while Alfred began leading Bruce to his personal room, where he said the hard drive was held.
Why did Alfred have the hard drive in his personal room? Why didn't you say anything about the internship?
Bruce thought he knew you, just a small, shy and quiet kid, but according to Alfred you weren't really shy which only confused Bruce further.
How could the man who claimed to be your biological father know nothing about his child?
“Shhh, baby. Keep quiet for me. The kid is gonna wake up if you don't keep your pretty lips shut.” His voice is hoarse, whispering as he tears your panties off your legs. Dragging it painfully slow, devouring the way your thighs shake beneath his hand.
Bruce then looms over you, tracing your soft curves with his mouth and finding your lips in rough kisses. Teeth nip your bottom lip, pulling and sucking until he lets go of it with a wet smooch. He leans back, cupping your face gently.
You lean against his touch, covering his hand with your hands on your cheeks, a whimpering mess. Hips bucking up against his crotch, asking for more friction. “Baby, I want more. I want you.”
“I know,” he whispers, leaning again into the crook of your neck, savoring the sweet, natural vanilla scent you always have, marking you with his teeth. Hands wandering, cupping your clothed breast before groping it lightly. Feeling the weight in his hands. He huffs, “Pregnancy sure changes you, love. Look at this. It feels so full.”
“I thought it never happened...” you chuckle softly, wrapping your hands around his neck, hot breath hovering, “But maybe my husband has the other perspective.”
❦︎ bruce wayne x reader. slight age gap. 18+ nsfw.
older!bruce who was your dad's business partner on a new project. it started slow, but before you both knew it, the tension was undeniable. the countless galas and parties you both ran into each other, eyes always meeting across the room.
older!bruce who you ran into at a bar, eyes fixed on you as he kissed a lady. were you jealous, he wondered? did you wish it was you? but god, the minute you turned it on him and picked a man in the crowd to kiss, he was fuming.
older!bruce who left the club pissed and with blue balls. what the fuck had gotten into him? he jerked himself off at the thought of you. it felt wrong. you were his business partner's daughter. but would it be fair to just reduce you to that?
older!bruce who saw you a few weeks later. you walked passed him into a club but before you could get too far, he pulled you into a private room. you yelped, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were hoping for this.
older!bruce who asked it you wanted to cross the line so easily. and who were you to deny yourself the simple pleasures of life?
older!bruce whose fingers found your heat too quickly, eager to feel you out. he went down on his knees so easily, you'd think he was praying to the powers above. his lips trailed up your thigh, hands hiking up your dress until he felt the waistband of your underwear. he slipped it down easily.
his lips edged closer to your slick folds. his fingers parting your lips, watching as your cunt glistened in arousal just from thoughts of him. god, he'd tried drugs, but this was getting him on a whole different level of high.
older!bruce who made eye contact, holding it as he pressed his tongue and tasted you. “fuck baby,” he mumbled against your skin.
his eyes rolled back on their own accord. his hands tightened their hold on your hips as he drove further in. the taste of your juices mixing with his saliva as he lapped at you hungrily.
older!bruce whose finger slipped into you as he lapped at your needy clit. you gripped him the hair biting down on your lip. this was too much, too fast, but you didn't want to stop. he hummed as you clenched around him. the tightness in your stomach increasing tenfold as he added a second finger. you finally snapped when you felt his lips wrap around your nub and suckle greedily. you came, trembling in his grip as he made sure you felt every second, his tongue unrelenting.
older!bruce who stood up slowly, wiping his mouth, and straightening his suit. you tugged your dress down, taking a moment to breathe. “you okay, sweetie?” he asks as if he didn’t just almost suck your soul out. you nodded in response and he gave you a knowing, almost smug smile. without a word, he opened the door, and you followed him out into the cool night.
