#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—

[solisstars]

bruce wayne x pregnant!reader

"sweetheart, are you sure you don't want to wear a different coat?" bruce asked. he had been trailing behind you as you tore both closets apart in pursuit of warmth.

you had decided on his navy coat. the one with italian-imported cashmere, hand stitched hemming, and too many visits to the tailor for alterations. you'd sworn up and down it was "so extra" when he first commissioned it.

"no, i do not, honey." you replied, a tad bitterly.

stubbornness. that was great.

bruce tried to keep the edge out of his voice, "what about that jacket you bought in–"

"none of mine fit me." you snapped, slipping the coat on. "maybe you should have put more thought into that before getting me pregnant, bruce."

"that's..." bruce let out a long sigh as he rubbed his temple. he gave a moment's consideration to his words before he spoke again, "y/n. i love when you wear my clothes, you know this. it's just..maybe we should look for a different coat? that color doesn't really go with your outfit anyways. fault of the coat of course."

"i don't care if the coat matches my outfit or not! i'm about to have a baby in like three weeks. so long as something fits and is warm, fashion is the least of my worries."

bruce's jaw worked for a moment before he let out a small disbelieving laugh, "baby, you cared yesterday.."

"yes, well, that was yesterday." you muttered as you shoved your hands into each respective pocket of the coat.

bruce visibly winced, which you raised your eyebrows at.

"if you're hiding your burner phone in here, you should have found a better–" the words died on your tongue as your fingers closed around something small in one of the pockets. you glanced at bruce.

he stared back with a small grimace on his face, his lips pursed into a thin line.

you pulled the little object out before staring at it.

a square...box.

oh.

oh.

a ring box. in your favorite color.

you let out a gasp as you hurriedly looked back at bruce. he stared at the box for a moment more, an "oh well" expression blossoming across his features.

bruce met your eyes finally. "i was going to get a different box–"

you made haste shoving the box back into the jacket pocket before he could completely begin his tangent. "maybe we should look for another coat," you said, slipping it off and handing it off to him.

bruce smiled as he took the coat back from you, holding back a laugh, "you think?"

"yeah. this one doesn't go with my outfit."

note: bruce wayne who can't keep his soon-to-be-wife out of the loop for long, so he immediately starts spilling every thought he's had and every step he's taken during the proposing process to her the moment she finds out 🥹

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Kiss Land!

Superbat x fem!Reader

summary: A night with your two boyfriends.

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, threesome, oral (m!receiving), teasing, overstimulation, polyamory relationship, not proofread, might have a few mistakes lol I wrote this with a high fever LMAO, also my first time writing a threesome so go easy on me.

Bruce is sitting on your couch, you are on your knees in front of him while Clark is standing behind you. The heat radiating from both of them is starting to feel like physical weight. And suddenly, it feels like your living room is way too small to fit both of your boyfriends inside. 

“Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to do something about this problem I have?” Bruce asks you, pointing down to where his hard cock which is almost touching his lower stomach. 

“How about you solve his little problem while I make you feel good, mhm sweetheart?” Clark offers with a big smile on his face. You physically feel the heat rise inside your body, and the need to be between them grows almost instantly. 

You slowly lower your head while keeping eye contact with Bruce. His legs part a little wider for you, and his breath hitches at the sight in front of you. 

Wrapping one firm hand around the base of his cock while your other hand is stroking him gently. His one hand immediately tangles inside your hair, and he pushes your head lower gently. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip while you keep looking at him with your hungry graze. Slowly, you start taking him inch by inch. A low and ragged groan escapes his throat as soon as he feels his whole length inside your mouth. With a steady rhythm, you start sucking him while stroking him at the same time. 

“Look at her, isn’t she just beautiful?” you hear Clark say behind you. 

“So fucking beautiful.” Bruce groans and rests his head against the back of the couch while your mouth is still working on his cock. 

Clark, who is now on his knees, has his hands resting on each side of your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, and you feel his cock slowly entering your wet pussy from behind. A low groan escapes from him as he feels your warm walls stretch around him. 

“Don’t stop baby, keep sucking.” Bruce utters under his breath as soon as he notices you stopping.

And you try your best to focus on Bruce, but fuck, Clark is hitting all the right angles behind you which makes it harder for you to stay focused. 

“Focus on Bruce, sweetheart. Not on me.” 

Both of your holes are feeling full, your pussy stretching tight, and you clench around his cock. At the same time, you feel Bruce’s tip softly gently touch the back of your throat. The wet and heavy sounds of suction echo blend together with the sounds of the collision of skin and hips. The feeling of having four pairs of hands everywhere on your body at once makes you feel so intense.

“Look at us. Taking us so well.” Bruce vocalizes. 

At that moment, the heat of the room is at its peak when all you can hear is the grunts and moans of both men. The low, and oh so sexy groans escaping from them is enough to make your legs feel a little uneasy. 

“mhmmm fuck.” you mumble. Clark is hitting all the right angles from behind you which makes you roll your eyes back so hard that for a moment it feels like your eyes are facing the parietal region of your skull.

You stop your head movements for a moment and just let yourself feel the way Clark is sending deep thrusts inside your pussy. 

“Oh? A little sensitive there, aren’t you?” Clark says with a grin on his face, and his fingertips start tracing up and down your spine. The contact alone makes you ache your back inward, skin flushed, and brain switched off. His hands immediately travel down to your thighs, keeping them open for him to keep sending deep thrusts inside, and preventing them from closing. 

Bruce, on the other hand, starts feeling annoyed at how good Clark makes you feel to the point your mouth isn’t working around his cock anymore. All he can feel right now is how your drool is pooling at the base of his cock and around his balls. 

“Need my help, love?” you hear him whisper right next to your ear. “Let me guide you through this, what do you say?”  

You only nod once before Bruce's hand that is tangled in your hair starts moving your head up and down his cock again. The feeling makes him open his mouth, and only a hitched breath escapes from him. 

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Bruce whispers, his voice hoarse.

Bruce lets his head fall back, and he closes his eyes. The pleasure makes him feel euphoric, and god, he swears he can feel the exact moment where oxytocin and dopamine are released in his bloodstream.

There is no wonder why they call oxytocin the love hormone, because right now all he feels is relaxation, trust, and the reduction of stress. And most importantly, he feels loved in ways that almost feels like a sin. Because not only is he loved and wanted by one person… but he’s loved and wanted by two. 

“So good,” a soft whine leaves from Clark. “I love you both.” 

“I love you both even more.” Bruce replies with his eyes closed. 

And you wish you could reply, but it’s literally impossible for you. After all, you still have Bruce’s big cock inside your mouth. So instead, all they can hear is a wet moan from you with closely following a whimper. 

Eventually, you feel a familiar knot form in your lower stomach which automatically makes you clench around Clark. 

“Hmph– you’re so tight.” a sob follows right after from Clark. 

“Isn’t it too early to cum, sweetheart?” Bruce questions.

“I don’t think so, baby. Look at her, I think she hmph- deserves to cum.” Clark argues with a grunt following right after. 

Bruce, Clark, and you are breathing heavily in the low dimmed room which smells like sex. 

“Alright, then make a mess all over Clark, mh?” 

A shockwave of pleasure washes over you while Clark was midthrust. You cum almost hard enough to push his cock out of you.

Only a few seconds later, you feel the warm release of Bruce taking over your tastingbuds, and you swallow every single drop of him, not daring it to go to waste.

Clark sends in a few thrusts inside your swollen pussy until he finally cums inside you. You remove your lips from Bruce’s cock, and let your head rest on his thigh. 

“Fuck.” Bruce sighs at what just happened. It sure is not the first time you three slept together. After all, you’re in a polyamory relationship. But god, everytime feels like one step closer to heaven. 

“So… is anyone hungry?” Clark asks as he slowly removes himself from your pussy. 

taglist: @calzone-d @sillygayfreak @bat1nsignia @cherryvvave @lil-cinn @scissorhvnds

[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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masterlist!

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

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @champagnesbiggestproblem @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @ohsheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @vradalinerv @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld (tags are open)

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[supine-ly]

Natural selection at its finest

[reducingemissions]

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