#fem!bruce wayne

[sreppub]

SBW25.3 Day 3 - Different worlds for different folks

Redeeming myself because I didn't like the other one I drew 😚 I'll definitely come back to paint this one....

Inspired by my haircut today! I actually hate getting my hair touched lol. but Clark doesn't seem to mind :)

@superbateveryweek

[mandysannte]

My gorgeous Bryce Wayne

[bloomcissa]

the princess’s dietary needs!

꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ what’s more romantic than a knight that brings her highness only the finest monsters for her to dig into? . . . fem!knight!bruce wayne x princess!reader, medieval fantasy au, genderbent bruce,

knight!bruce wayne collection

pt. 1 • pt. 2

Your words have been haunting Bruce against her will. 

Whoever brings the finest monster shall get a kiss.

It is below her to react to such things. 

Really, honorable knights didn't try to please. They're the kingdom's pride—nothing like the knights who sit around drinking ale and putting on their shiniest armor for the princess's amusement. 

So perhaps it'd been the thought that another knight could win that had Bruce trekking out into the night where the wind was roaring and the rain striking against her armor.

Her sword would meet against a beast, she’d thought. No matter if the mud made it harder to walk.

And now, mud follows her in with every footstep as she carries a basilisk over her shoulder, its tail dragging against the floor as she makes her way to where you sit lazily on your father’s throne.

Your mouth waters at the sight, and when your eyes widen, Bruce knows she’s caught a much lovelier monster in the form of a princess. 

“It’s said that a basilisk’s tail goes well with vegetable stew,” you tell her while making heart eyes at the beast. You’re sitting on the edge of the throne now, your posture straight for the first time in ages.

Bruce doesn’t say a word as the servants start trickling in. They take the beast from her, eyeing it with looks of disgust. The whole time, her eyes are on you.

“I'll have to try it sometime,” she replies, her voice raspy from the lack of use. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine at the sound.

"You can try mine," the words leave you in a rush. Immediately, you grimace. "If there is any left for you," you add while ignoring the warmth pooling low in your belly. 

You see her lips twitch up for the briefest moment, and somehow it feels as if you’ve done the impossible. Her silence is like a dense cloud. It gathers up in the room where everything but the two of you is moving. 

After a while, she asks, "Do I get the kiss, your highness?" 

Your heart beats faster. In truth, you had been bluffing, but…if you refused now, they'd all see you as a liar. 

Your eyes drop to her lips. Could you kiss a knight out in the open like this? The servants are scattered about, dusting and cleaning anything they can find as they wait for you to finish "conducting your business". Only then can they sleep in peace. 

You wave a hand, gesturing for her to come over. Once she's only a foot away, you whisper, "In private."

Bruce raises a brow. "Private," she repeats dryly, not caring who hears.

You nod a little too quickly. "I'm a princess, you see," you say. "You'll have to come to my chambers."

Bruce gazes at you, then sighs. "Lead the way, your highness."

writers block got to me 😔

masterlist

[urk-m]

Summer sketches

Giving Bryce a variety of haircuts until I could settle on one

Ft: sketch of Harriet switching her phone to the other hand ✋🏻🤳🏻

[iamurako]

[b33loved]

Female Bruce Wayne ~~~ Beatrice Martha Wayne

series masterlist

wc: 507

Beatrice Martha Wayne is absolutely stunning. Full-on muscle mommy physique, curves and a full chest. Gorgeous long, thick dark brown hair. She makes heads turn when she walks into a room, causing her many children to go into overprotective mode. 

Publicly, Beatrice plays the perfect role of billionaire, heiress, and socialite. High heels for days, loves a good set of pearls and diamonds and complains about breaking a nail. The media see a little flighty heiress who is overly interested in fashion, which she uses to her advantage because nobody would expect the girl who accidentally dropped her phone in a fountain to be a master martial artist. 

Beatrice plays a major role in her city, not just at charity galas or the odd business meeting, but actually volunteers at the animal shelter, at events with the local orphanage, and at the women and children's shelter. 

She perfectly designed her bat suit. One that resembled more male than female. Heavy padding mimics a masculine frame, and a voice modulator that lowers her pitch and adds depth, putting the fear straight into criminals. She keeps the Batman name, adding an extra layer of separation from Beatrice and Batman. 

Beatrice is extremely protective and maternal. She loves each and every one of her children; she might just have a hard time saying it, but she does show it. Physical affection was a lot easier for her to understand. Kiss on the cheek, head or forehead. Hugs, many, many hugs. She’ll patch up Robin and remain by their bedside purely to remind herself that they survived the night. 

She cries very rarely, and when she does, it is always alone

Beatrice doesn’t have favourites. She loves all of her Robins and children equally, but each of them secretly thinks they’re her favourite. She remembers every birthday, adoption day, milestones; pictures are spread out in her office. But she won’t lie; she has a small soft spot for Jason after he came back, despite their rocky relationship. 

Beatrice couldn’t imagine her life without Alfred. He wasn’t just her butler; he was her rock, the solid foundation holding up her crumbling frame. Alfred was one of the only people (besides Clark, later in life) who saw her fully unmasked, not a cold front or ditzy personality. He saw her exhausted, bruised and crying. Not to mention, sometimes he plays the role of emotional buffer for her and her kids.

She fell first, and she fell harder. But the problem was that Beatrice didn’t understand those types of romantic feelings. She convinced herself for months that Clark was “just a friend”, that she enjoyed his company. Until she started smiling at his texts and thinking of him during slow patrol nights. She never spoke of this affection, only showed it through subtle acts of service. Clark fell later, only because he was insanely oblivious to Beatrice's feelings. But after a few months of back and forth and accidentally adopting a kid together, the two finally understood their feelings for each other.

[sciencelings-arts]

Batman says Justice for transmasc butch lesbians, he told me because he is one

Bat-to surgery scars can I get a hell yeah.

Okay so the flag in this one is one I made while merging the two versions of the butch lesbian flags and the aroace flag bc they looked similar and I identify with both. Here’s what that looks like without the actual drawing.

You can’t tell me this doesn’t absolutely fuck it’s so pretty I love you dynamic of hot and cold colors.

Does every identity need a flag? Probably not, I just think it’s fun and I’m a big fan of colors. 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

[ere-the-sun-rises]

We all love a good "Kryptonians with A/B/O/ Dynamics" AU

Especially when it's just the Kryptonians, right? What if we threw a little genderbend in there, just for fun? Just hear me out and try to see my vision.

SuperBat, fem!Bruce/Bryce, omega!Clark

When they got together, Clark was nervous about telling Bryce the full scope of his dynamic. She knew, obviously (someone has to schedule his heat leave and she was the most clinical and least embarrassing about it), but hadn't pushed for more details than were mission-relevant. Lois hadn't made any fuss about it when they were together, but hadn't done more than watch over him during his heat ("I don't have the equipment you're looking for, Smallville."). So when he gets with Bryce, he expects something similar. Sure, Bryce is bisexual and has worked her way through a decent chunk of the Karma Sutra, but he kind of assumed she'd act like Lois - fussing over him and making sure he was okay. Maybe having his heat in Gotham would even help, since he wouldn't be so amped up on sunlight or have to worry about making noise.

He was not expecting her expression to darken with an evil cheshire grin.

"Be here the night before your heat starts." She purred, raking her nails over his sensitive scalp. She ran her teeth over the edge of his ear, making him shiver. "Let your alpha take care of you, hmm?"

Bryce wasn't an alpha. Humans don't have dynamics. He helplessly nodded anyway. Like a good boy, he showed up on time the next week when his heat was blooming and Bryce directed him to take a nap in her Red Sun room (because of course she has one) before dinner. The time isn't enough to strip him of his powers completely or make him feel weak, but he's ... smaller. Everything is less immediate and he has to concentrate more to use things like his superhearing.

After dinner, Bryce takes him upstairs and instructs him to strip down while she goes into her closet to "get ready". Half nervous and half excited, he does so and sits on the edge of the bed, idly looking around her room.

Suddenly, she's behind him, callused hands scraping over his skin and inky black hair spilling over their shoulders. She tipped his head back so he would be looking up at her and subsequently reminded that she's actually a handful of inches taller than he is. Her smirk was lecherous. "There you are, pretty omega. Were you good, waiting for me?"

Every instinct in his body lights up at once and he melts into a goo puddle right there in her arms. Her smirk widens like she knows what she's doing to him, as if she can smell him the way he smells her.

She plays with him, gets him all desperate and begging and it's only once he's presenting that he feels something press against his hole and realizes what the weird black underwear she had on was a harness. For the knotting dildo she has on.

Bryce proceeds to peg him within an inch of his life, praising him and tugging on his hair, biting at his neck and plastering herself over his back like a protective shell that makes his instincts sing in a way they never have before. Best of all, when he's knotted up good, she just unhooks the dildo and slides around, cuddling him face to face.