#dc bruce wayne

[silvaaart]

Bruce Wayne's chin is so similar to Batman's it's unbelievable

[shrimpsoupthedrawer]

I lied, I was the one being cooked not the w.i.p. 😔

Anw

Bruce Wayne the prince of Gotham, could he be related to Batman, the dark night of Gotham?

Other versions cause I can't decide which I like:

Anyway to me he's palest pale man with a bit of freckles and easily reddened face and lips, and lotss of beauty marks and hooked nose and long lashes and thick bat brows and fluffy lush jet black hair—

[dontyouworrydaddy]

You Can Be The Boss

Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

summary: reading out Bruce’s agenda while he’s fucking you!

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, breeding, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, assistant!reader

A/N: I’m ovulating, sorry!

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Bruce Wayne is a lot of things. A billionaire, a philanthropist, one of the world’s smartest men, and a notorious playboy.

But he is also your boss… who you happen to sleep with from time to time. 

You started working for Wayne Enterprises a few years ago, and took the position to be his executive assistant. As his assistant, you were there to schedule meetings, correspondence, and perform other administrative tasks. Bruce could count himself lucky to have you as his assistant because not only are you very professional and smart, but your main focus is also to help the company grow. But he could also count himself lucky because a beautiful, and smart woman like you was also sleeping with him behind closed doors. 

And nobody fucks better than Bruce Wayne. He sure knows how to please a woman. 

It was late at night, and everyone already went home after a long day at work.

Well, everyone except Bruce and you. 

You were in his office, body half laying on his desk, your iPad still in your hands, and your skirt laying somewhere in this room. 

“Go on sweetheart. Don’t let me stop you from doing your job.” Bruce said teasingly as his fingers slid beneath the damp fabric of your panties, and traced circles against your pulsing clit.

You held your head up and take a sharp breath before you start telling him about the meetings he has for next week. 

“You have a meeting with Kord Industries on Tuesday-” you let out a sharp breath as you felt one finger slide inside your pussy. “Mhhhm, at two pm.”

The feeling of his fingers curling inward made you clench your thighs together slightly. 

“Good. And why are they coming?” Bruce asked you mockingly.

“Just to get an update- fuck- on how the advanced research is going.” 

You were trying your absolute best at staying concentrated but it was so hard. All you can think about is how good his fingers moved in a steady rhythm inside you. You shuddered under the touch as he swiped back and forth inside your pussy. 

“Any other meetings I should know about?”

“Yes. A meeting with Ferris Aircraft is scheduled on-” you stopped talking as you felt Bruce slide in another finger, increasing the pressure as he flicked against the center of your pussy. “Fuck! Mr.Wayne." 

Bruce lets out a small laugh, deeply amused with how you’re on the verge of falling apart with just his fingers. He’s not even fucking you properly, and you already feel overstimulated. 

“Don’t stop talking sweetheart, tell me when the meeting is.” oh this cocky bastard…

“Mhmmm- it’s on friday. Five pm.” 

“Yeah? Isn’t the gala on Friday at six?”

“No, it’s on saturday.”

“Perfect.” 

Your walls were sucking in his thick fingers completely, and you felt how your legs were about to give up on you. You were helpless to the avalanche of your own needs, and you felt a coil of heat tightening deep in your belly. 

“Bru- Mr.Wayne, fuck, I’m about to cum.” you cry out as the need to cum grows stronger with each time his fingers curl inside you. 

“Stop calling me Mr.Wayne, and I’ll let you cum.” he replies calmly.

“Bruce, please.” you start begging at this point.

“Good girl, now make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?” 

You let go completely, tumbling over the edge as you create a mess all over his fingers. A breathless gasp tore from your lips as your hips bucked into his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” you hear him whisper, and felt his lips leave a small kiss against your shoulder. The next thing you hear is the sound of his belt unbuckling. His pants fell down to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. 

His bricked cock that was shifting uncomfortably in his pants was now free. A gasp leaves your mouth as you felt his cock rubbing against your clit. His free hand braced against your hip, ready to push himself inside your wet pussy.

“Hold still princess.” he uttered before pushed his veiny cock inside your wet pussy. 

You closed your eyes at the feeling of your walls trying to adjust to his size. Once he pushed his whole length inside your tight cunt, he started to move. The pace was careful, slow enough to draw out the tension before picking up the speed.

“You wanna hold the presentation for the–hmph- the Ferris Aircraft meeting?” 

“Yes! Fuck yes, Mr.Wayne!” a low sound rumbled as he fucked you more urgent and desperately. 

A moan left your lips as you felt a slap against your ass, the stinging pain immediately turning into pleasure. “What’s my name, mh?”

“Bruce, your name is Bruce Wayne.” you cried out.

A ragged breathing escaped Bruce’s mouth and the overwhelming physical heat consumed the both of you. Your back arched inward, and sharp gasps were punctuated the intensity of how his cock felt thursting deep inside you. 

The iPad fell from your hands, and laid abandoned on his desk as you held onto the edge of his massive desk. His fingers trailed down your spine, raising a sudden rush of goosebumps. 

Your overheated body shaked as Bruce kept thrusting deep and rough inside you. The feeling was so intoxicating, and so hazy… you’re sure that nobody could fuck you better than your boss. 

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.” you heard him say behind you, followed by a quiet moan. “Let me hear you, yeah? Struggle for me.”

“Bruceeee.” you whine out. 

A loud groan escaped from Bruce as he felt you clenching around him, making it a little harder to push inside you. 

“Such a mess for me.” 

His pace quickened, each thrust driving you closer to your second orgasm. “Please, I need to cum.” 

“Already?” Bruce shook his head. “I’ll let you cum -hmph- if you put another meeting for Thursday.” 

“I will!”

“That’s my good girl. Now cum all over me.”

The pressure peaked, snapping the last thread of your restraint. Your body convulsed around him, earning a ragged groan from his throat. Bruce drove into you with a final thrust, and spilled his release into your pussy. 

“Who do you have a meeting with on Thursday?” you ask him with curiosity in your voice. You can’t think of someone who is supposed to have a meeting with him.

Bruce sits down on his chair, pulling you by your waist, making you sit on his lap. The mixed fluid was leaking out of your pussy, and pooling on his thigh.

You immediately let your head rest against his chest, and you could hear how his heat was racing.

“With you. I’m taking you out on a date.”

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[zweetpea]

Batfam x Neglected!Spouce!Reader

CW: Cheating

— Bruce married you a bit late into Jason’s career as Robin.

— You had just barely finished their bachelor’s degree, when their parents proposed the idea of an arrangement to strengthen business ties with Wayne entrepreneurs.

— After all, how was bisexual bimbo Brucie supposed to say no to a cute little thing like you.

— You understand what type of a man Bruce Wayne was. He had a reputation to uphold, and you were fine with him adding some more notches to his bedpost during the duration of this marriage.

— Bruce felt bad but was grateful for you understanding this was a marriage of convenience.

— You took care of Jason, grew closer to him, baked him chocolate chip cookies… they were always his favorite.

— Then came the hardest day of your life… Having to bury him. Bruce wouldn’t tell you what happened… a tragic accident he called it.

— ironically, a death in the family lead to you finally meeting your other stepson Dick Grayson. He was polite, and sweet enough… be he didn’t stick around.

— You started to take up self defense classes after that. Jason always begged you to when he was alive… it felt like a good way to honor him.

— Years pass and eventually Tim moves in… and so does Stephanie.

— Both of the young teens seem to avoid you when they can. You supposed it was only fair… they just had a bombshell dropped on them that Bruce Wayne was going to be their new father. You figured giving them time to adjust was the right decision.

— You finally get to meet Barbara Gordon one day at an award Ceremony Gotham University was holding. She was brilliant; utterly witty and confident. But at the same time she seemed to stare right through you.

— You knew what she was thinking, what they were all thinking. “This one is a phase.” You couldn’t blame them. You thought so too.

— It was that time of year again…

— Every year you made cookies… Jason’s birthday, his adoption anniversary, his death… every single important anniversary you made a fresh plate of Chocolate chip cookies and set them out on the counter. By morning they were gone… courtesy of Alfred.

— He enjoyed your presence but he found it tedious that you would waste food like this!

— Eventually something big happens

— Bruce is just… gone one day. No note, no phone call, no voicemail. Nothing! Just… vanished from the face of the earth for months!

— And with him gone… so too did Tim and Stephanie leave.

— Something about roaming the halls of that empty mansion left a bad taste in your mouth. This wasn’t your home. This was the Waynes home. And no matter what your marriage certificate said… you weren’t a Wayne… everyone made that perfectly clear.

— You took up painting in the time Bruce was gone.

— Might as well immortalize the family you inherited this Mansion from. It was easy enough to find photos of everyone online.

— It was a tad harder to hanging above the stairway in the great Hall.

— and they’re it was again… Jason’s Birthday.

— Alfred has been out taking care of Tim and Stephanie as they live downtown in Bruce’s old penthouse…

— maybe this time you’d actually be able to properly honor your son.

— and the cookies are still there by morning you got out of a sigh of relief.

— and that side turns into laughter.

— and that laughter turns into sobbing.

— eventually, everything changes again. Bruce comes home and he brings the entire family back with him. Dick moves and Tim and Stephanie move back in. Even Barbara and a new girl named Cassandra Cain move in.

— The home feels like we were than ever!

— so why does it feel like you’re planting even more into the background?

— most of the time they forget you’re even there.

— christmases and birthdays are usually filled with laughter and joy and cheer. The Waynes go all out and celebrating each other and filling the home with laughter and love…

— yours are filled with gift cards and awkward, exchanging of pleasantries.

— you might, as will be an ornamental lamp.

— and then Damien shows up.

— you try your absolute best to be nice. I didn’t really bother you that Bruce had an affair. You encouraged him to the beginning of your “marriage”. Damien’s existence wasn’t a problem. His attitude on the other hand…

— most people know Damien Wayne is a brat.

— he’s constantly mouthing off to his siblings, he’s constantly fighting with his father, he’s constantly sassing anybody who will give him five seconds of attention.

— but you get it the worst. It feels like he goes out of his way to annoy you and to try to pick a fight with you. He sees you as the evil stepmother before you even have a chance to get to know him. Part of him blames you, for being in the way of his mother and father being together. They were in love, but because of you, they had to go their separate ways.

— to him you’re just a Normie.

— a no good nobody who doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as the Waynes. Sure you’ve lived in this house long before his parents even met, but that didn’t matter to him. His mother was a purebred, you’re just a mutt. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, deadly, cunning. She’s Bruce’s perfect match. You’re nothing special to him.

— and he lets you know every single time that you see each other that you will never compare to his mother. You will never replace his mother! You will never be his mother…

— The arrogant little-…

— it’s fine. You just have to survive six more years of this and then he’ll go off to college and you’ll never have to see him again.

— it’s the anniversary of Jason’s death…

— The hardest day of your life… The day you were forced to bury your son you. The only son you’ve ever known, the only family ever known in this hell hole since your parents sold you off.

— and what do you find the next morning?

— Him…

— Damian Wayne eating Jason’s cookies.

— You screamed.

— you snatched the plate away from him, and started screaming at him that he was a demon, a monster! How could he destroy your memorial to your beloved son?!

— Bruce comes in and separates the two of you.

— he screams at you, not to yell at his son.

— You fire back that he’s forgotten Jason. That if he remembered Jason, he would remember how hard his death hit you… and how much these cookies meant to you, and how much this memorial meant to you.

— in the 15 years since Jason’s death, not important date of his has gone by where you haven’t honored him in this way.

— if Bruce hadn’t forgot Jason, then how could he have not told Damien what these cookies meant

— it was all you had left of your son, and now there’s a demon has ruined it. And Bruce is letting him.

— after that, you spent months locked in your room. Bruce tried to smooth things over. He sent you gifts, he sent you money, he even made a Damien apologize. Nothing is enough

— and then, one day you suddenly started coming out of your room again.

— you look brighter than you had been in over a decade and a half.

— and you’re still baking those damn cookies.

— only this time you’re baking them on a weekly basis. You leave the cookies out on the doorstep of the service entrance on Sunday night and by Monday morning the plate is empty.

— Bruce felt bad.

— Of course he felt bad! He feel like he pushed you into a psychosis! You miss Jason so much that you’re trying to relive the past like he’s still here.

— and then one night… Bruce sees him again. Jason has come back as the red hood persona. He wants to tell you so badly. He knows how much you miss him, but that would compromise his secret identity as the Batman.

— he lets this guilt fester for months.

— and then, on Sunday evening, he sees you baking cookies again.

— you turned to him and grandmother smile.

— it makes him feel so guilty.

— You tell him that you can’t talk now Jason’s gonna be here any minute after he’s done with his red hood business.

— that made him pause. His heart stopped for a moment. You couldn’t possibly know that. Jason wouldn’t be that stupid to tell you about everything. Right?

— he gripped by the shoulder and turns you around. He needed to know…

“How much do you know?”

[bat1nsignia]

full name-- bruce wayne x reader (drabble!)

mentions: idk what this is and yes the full name, not specified why reader is mad so use ur imagination lol

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it was quiet in the batcave, besides the occasional hum from the monitors that surrounded the place. and tonight? it was a full house

by full house, i mean the cave is packed with every bat family member. from dick to duke, everyone was present and accounted for. and the reason for their presence? all of them were originally working on different cases before realizing they were all linked in one and that the fate of gotham was at risk— once again

everyone was silent, all of them were razored focus on their tasks— some intensely thinking, others typing in their wrist monitors or focused on the case file in their hands— its as if a pin dropped, it would have been heard and echoed but instead of a pin dropping, there were footsteps heard from the stairs of the batcave. and anyone could tell that whoever was walking down the stairs was someone who was angry. but the group of vigilantes were so focused on their work, they didn’t turn to pay attention as to who the footsteps belonged to and angry you were, indeed. “bruce-“ you spoke low from the stairs as you took one step. “—thomas—“ and another. “—wayne” and the last step of the staircase before crossing your arms and glaring at your husband at the computer

the sudden summon of bruce with his full name and your tone needed no explanation. without a second thought, everyone took their weapons and evidence from their cases and started to walk back up the manor. some gave bruce a ‘good-luck’ look, others gave him a confused ‘what-did-you-do-now?’ look, and damian just clicked his tongue with a shake of disappointment from his head, just knowing how fucked his father really was

the moment he heard his full name being called out from your voice, bruce’s 4-hour concentration snapped, his eyes slightly widened at the computer and thoughts immediately circling around as to what the hell did he do to cause you to sound like that, let alone call out his full name? bruce just cleared his throat and turned to look at you with a calm look that hid the small surge of nervousness he had in his body. villains were one thing, you were another. “yes, sweetheart?”

you just grumble and narrow your eyes at him even more, almost making him flinch. yeah, this man was cooked

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(a/n: thought of this in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep)

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[supine-ly]

Natural selection at its finest

[reducingemissions]

Lowkey crazy that clark would die too a lil bit after this

[waynedoll]

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.”

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