Inspired by @eyeheartboobiez Sugar Daddy!Bruce Wayne Headcanons cause I really enjoyed them😌
Summary: Your sugar daddy, Bruce Wayne, asks you to stay the night and then a bit more. How could you possibly resist his allure.
(Fluff, smut if you imagine it, angst, possessive!Bruce as in he most definitely wants to marry you, I imagined it as Bale!Bruce but pick your poison)
"You want me to what?" You ask humorously, but not unkindly, as you lean in towards the mirror over the ornate shiny console table. Carefully, you pull your earrings from where they had tangled in your hair. Then you try to wipe the smudges of lipstick off from the skin around your lips where your makeout had grown... messy.
"I'd like you to stay the night," Bruce says smoothly behind you from the armchair in the sitting room, "If you'd like to, of course."
"Well," You start with a smile, your long silk evening gown moving with you as you turn around to face him," What would I get?"
"Anything you'd like, pretty." He replies simply with an easy sly smile playing on his lips. Like it was just so easy for him, as simple as rich people having different rooms for sitting and living, yet were essentially the same. Oh, and if you didn't have a library in your mansion, how appalling! But Bruce was rather charming, which only sweeter his offer even more.
"A pony?" You tease childishly because you could. Especially after one of these elaborate events, listening to all the trivial little things rich people thought was important, you really couldn't help yourself.
"A whole sable full, sweetheart." Bruce promises with a soft chuckle, leaning forward and gesturing for you to come closer.
"I wouldn't mind staying the night, Bruce." You reply sweetly with a smile you couldn't help as you walk closer. His strong hands hold your hips as you lean down towards him, his little smile twisting to a smirk.
Bruce leans up and kisses you, his lips still tasting of sweet champagne despite only nursing the same glass all night. Not to mention, you could taste your lipstick that had rubbed off on his lips. You hum a little at the pressure he was kissing with. It wasn't overbearing but rather insistent. You brace your hands against his sturdy shoulders and break the suction of your mouth from his.
"Bruce, not here-" You start hesitantly, trying to pull your face away more, only for one of Bruce's strong hands to pull you in by holding the back of your neck. You turn your face away, and he starts pecking little kisses all over your cheek, causing you to start giggling.
"Why not here, hm?" Bruce grumbles like a spoiled child and tugs you even closer by his other hand still on your hip. His chin dips down, and he starts kissing at your neck. Bruce's 5 o'clock shadow of scruff scrapes and brushes along, making you gasp a little.
"Because we almost got caught last time in this exact sitting room."
"Alfred is asleep."
"That's exactly what you said last time!"
Bruce chuckles heartily now and drops his forehead to your collarbone as you are practically hovering over his lap. With a knee between his thighs and perched on the edge of the cushion, you shift your weight onto him by boldly straddling his lap.
Now at the same eye level, Bruce nudges his nose lightly against yours as he looks into your eyes.
"I'm sorry, princess, why don't you let me make it up to you? Oh, and you know what," His eyes twinkle with mischief as they glance at your lips," I'll show you the new jacuzzi tub."
"Oh really, Mr. Wayne?" You raise your eyebrows at him and smile cheekily, offhandedly saying," I might never leave now."
Bruce grins bright then, surging forward and kissing you deeply as his muscular arms wrap around you.
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Snuggled up against his solid warm chest with silky dark grey sheets embracing you both, you sigh tiredly. His chin is nestled against the crown of your head as his calloused fingers lightly stroke down the side of your body. It was honestly so soothing and relaxing. His touch, his warmth, and especially his smile.
Bruce rarely smiled in public even with you on his arm. It felt good to see under the mask he provided to the public of Gotham. That he wasn't only a shallow millionaire with a silver spoon-
"-I want you to live here." Bruce states aloud, his bare chest rumbling under your ear.
"...you want me to live here? With you?" You ask in confusion, propping yourself onto your elbow to meet his eyes. Bruce nods sincerely, as his hand now strokes along the length of your back, stopping at the small of your back.
"Why?" You now ask him softer because surely he had a good reason.
"So I can protect you, baby."
"Are you saying I can't protect myself??"
"No, that's not what I'm saying."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I... I really enjoy having you around, and I want to see you every day."
"You really mean that?"
"Yes, sweetheart, you know I do." Bruce reassures you tenderly, and the sweet puppy dog look within his eyes makes you want you cry.
You kiss him, pecking his lips sweetly as your nails scritch his scruff fondly.
"I want to come home to you," Bruce murmurs against your lips, and that was the icing of the cake.
"I'd really love to move in with you, Bruce." You admit, a breath away from his lips now.
"It's settled then, baby." Bruce smiles softly at you before now kissing you soundly. You smile too as you kiss back, and his legs tangle with yours.
You fall asleep on his chest with his arms embracing you. Lulled to sleep by the intimate and cozy feeling of his warm skin to yours... it felt so nice, really nice. You could easily get used to this.
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Summary: Partially inspired by Shower Talk written by @eternalsunrise on Tumblr! Here for your convenience: ❣️🖤❣️
After a failed heist, thanks to your complicated relationship with the web head, all you want is to take a shower and relax. A certain mercenary also wants you to relax... especially with you.
Henry’s Sherlock send his love flowers to court her. Each bouquet has flowers that symbolize his feelings towards them and how those feelings have grown
Personally, I'm sucker for flowers, so absolutely!
I derailed this a lil bit, and made it more of a secret relationship.. Enjoy :)
*I used this Flower Meaning Almanac btw*
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Working with Enola Holmes was challenging at times, you'd come to realize. But in the end, it was absolutely worth it. Not only was Enola endearing and selfless, but she truly cared about the people she helped. She was similar to her older brother in that way, you knew. Although, Sherlock was certainly a bit more concerned with actual monetary payment.
"Good morning, Miss L/n. And you too, Enola." Dr. Watson hums as he enters the office.
"Morning, Watson!" Enola chirps, searching over her bookcase for specific book.
"Good morning, doc- oh!" You look up to greet him in return, but a bouquet of delicate, pretty flowers were directly in front of your face.
"I believe these are for you, miss." Watson tags on with a gentle smile, gesturing the flowers for you to take them.
"Are you certain they're not for Enola?.."
"Yes, yes, quite certain."
You carefully take the bouquet from Watson, embracing them in the corner of your elbow, and try to hide your smile as you observe the bundle of different flowers.
"How peculiar," Enola states, rounding to stand beside Watson in front on your desk, pointing to the large white blooms," Those are gardenias, they mean secret love, so I suppose you're not courting Watson."
"Here we go." Watson sighs, settling himself onto the armchair. He shakes his head a bit, which causes you to laugh a little.
"And the daisies, Enola?" You pry, curious what they mean too.
"Loyal love, but those other ones, they're salvias. Those mean 'forever mine'. This bouquet is very.. Tender." Enola informs you with a nod, clasping her hands together.
"Oh? Thank you, Enola, I would have never known."
"But the real question we should be asking is: who sent it?" Enola turns to Watson, who sighs again. It was going to be a long day- for him at least. Soon enough, you'd be sharing dinner with your "secret love".
Would love to request an x reader with Ralph during their wedding. I know that boy would have tap shoes on at the reception lol
OMIGOSH YEAH HE WOULD
[Marriage, fluff, not proofread: it's 1 am people]
Please
The ceremony had just finished. Your dark colored lipstick was still smudged across Ralph's grinning lips as he led you out of the church.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look today, darling?" Ralph drawls flirtatiously after exiting the church while leaning in towards you. You giggle softly, and turn your face towards him as you readjust your hold on his arm.
"You might have mentioned it, love." You smile brightly at him, as you squeeze his arm closer to yourself. The air had started to cool, and the wind was starting to pick up, causing your long veil to swirl a dance behind you. Making a noise of surprise, you reach back with your free hand to grab a handful of the flowing white fabric to keep it flying off of your head; despite all the pins that were supposed to be securing it down.
"Here let me, my love." Ralph murmurs, his fingers already carefully plucking hair pins from your hair. Ralph's tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates, and you can't help but admire him.
"There, we needn't worry anymore about your veil running away." Ralph jests, pecking your forehead with a tender kiss as he bundles up said veil under his arm.
"Thank you," You bite back your grin at his doting nature, affectionately brushing your nose against his, "My husband."
Ralph's cheeks turn rosy as his warm eyes gaze into yours, and his free hand moves to hold yours.
"My wife," Ralph charms with a grin you could only describe as lovesick before chastely kissing you sweetly, " Let's go, shall we?"
"We shall." You hum agreeably, then Ralph leads you across the street to the restaurant that was reserved for your reception.
It was then after he held the door open to the restaurant that you were finally able to sigh out your nerves. Not that you were nervous about marrying Ralph of course, but rather that having over a hundred of both of your families and closest friends witness you swept up in a rather passionate kiss. It was all water under the bridge now, seeing as your wedding cake was almost taller than you.
"Come on, darling." Ralph chuckles quietly, pulling on you down the narrow hall which lead to the kitchen but also the powder room.
It was there you both had stashed a few of your belongings in the cupboard under the sink. You swapped out your short heels for a more suitable pair of flats, considering dancing all night in heels would certainly lead to aches. The clutch with your makeup was also there, since you had placed it there beforehand, and you take a few moments or maybe minutes to freshen up your makeup. When you reapply your lipstick you remember how it was still smudged across Ralph's lips earlier, so you grab a water cloth and carefully soak some water into it.
Turning to Ralph at your side, you notice he was kneeling as he tied his shoes, but not the ones he was wearing during your wedding ceremony.
"My love," You start but you can't help not smiling as Ralph stands up, familiar tapping noise and all," Are you wearing a new pair of tap shoes?"
"Yes! It's the big day, innit? When I saw them it made me think of when we first met, so I had to have them darling." Ralph's fondness for you had poured into his voice like honey, and you don't even try to stop yourself as you kiss him lovingly.
Ralph's grin oozes off lips and onto yours as you both move your lips in a rather heated tango. His hand travels to cradle the back of you neck, his thumbs caressing the edge of your jaw, pulling you closer and closer still. When you both part fractionally to greedily inhale air, you admire the sight of Ralph's lips now more smudged with your dark lipstick.
"Mmm, you've got a little something here," You hum as you eye his lips before quickly catching them with your own," And here..."
Not many people write about Ralph, so this is heaven for me 😭✨💓
I have a request.
It's his birthday party, Ralph is sitting in a corner alone and depressed, pouting because Lauren made fun of her shoes and no one wants to dance with him. The reader sees him and decides to approach him to ask him to dance, perhaps he flatters his suit. The poor boy needs love
YESSS! Okay, but buckle up cause it's my first time writing for Ralphie <3. Also I made Ralph ask reader to dance cause it flowed better, and this sort of ended up as a more shy!reader
[[Fluff, double use of Y/n, it's short btw]]
Darling
"That's a rather dashing suit to simply be sitting around in." You state rather quietly to the man before you who was sitting rather glumly as he nursed his glass of champagne. You believed his name was Ralph, he was Victoria's brother, and Ralph's pretty brown eyes had such a sadness in them. You suspected it was because no one had danced with him, and you actually witnessed Lauren making up some pathetic excuse not to dance with him.
"Pardon?" Ralph gasps out, seemingly caught off guard as he snaps his head up to meet your eyes.
"I-," You flounder for a moment, now under his attention, as you try to say what you mean," -Your suit I mean, it's dashing. You look very handsome in it."
"Oh. Thank you," Ralph's cheeks are quickly painted a rosy color by some unseen paintbrush," Would you care to dance? ..With me? ...It is my birthday too after all."
"I would love to dance with you, Ralph." You agree happily, extending your hand out to him as he stands. Ralph grins as his hand envelopes yours and hastily, no, excitedly pulls you along to the center of the dance floor.
While doing so, you notice a peculiar sort of tapping sound coming from below. You glance down and gasp as you realize he's wearing tap shoes.
"What it is, darling?" Ralph asks you kindly with concern, and the nickname flows warm over you like sunlight. You had only known Ralph for a few minutes, but you were already enamoured with him.
"Are you wearing tap shoes?" You question him with a quiet poorly concealed giggle.
"Yes," Ralph beams at you, his free hand snaking around to rest on the small of your back," Aren't they wizard?!"
"They are most definitely wizard!" You grin back with just as much excitement, resting your hand lightly on his shoulder as he starts to sway with you.
"Forgive me for not already knowing," Ralph's voice was now more timid, so he presses closer to you and you relish in the warmth of his closeness," but what is your name, lovely?"
"My name is Y/n." You hum with a smile as you lean in closer, and press your cheek affectionately to Ralph's.
"Y/n darling," Ralph coos lovingly into your ear as you both continue to steadily swirl around the dance floor before purring," Splendid name for a ravishing lady."
Hi, Abby! 😁 So you take requests? 🤭 I was wondering… is there any way you might could maybe write a soft!ledger!joker piece?🥺 I hope you have a great day💙
Hey Allie!! :) and at the moment I did take requests lol- sorry this took so long- I really couldn't think of a good idea, but I currently have a lil headache so:
[Very soft!J, he's not wearing his makeup in this btw, possibly ooc, not proofread, and I couldn't find a good gif💀]
Just A Headache
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You were laying back on the cushy old couch, arm tossed over your eyes as the sunlight from the sunset snuck past the blinds you pulled shut. You just had a headache, and it probably was from sinuses, but that didn't ease the throbbing pain in your head.
If it wasn't for J calling you and saying he would be back in Metropolis tonight, you absolutely would already be snug in your bed after popping a couple pain pills. However, he had called, and he would come over soon. You try to will yourself to get up, to maybe cook or order something in, but you end up flopping back further into the cozy embrace of the couch. You nuzzle your face against the soft fabric of the couch cushion, assuring yourself after a little nap that you'd get up, and get ready for J to come home.
You only wake up once your apartment door shuts, and tiredly- oh so very tiredly- you glance up. There J stands, the gray flat cap on his head hiding his fading green waves, his suit coat and pants were also matching gray as he fiddles with the keys on his key ring. From where you were watching him from the couch, you couldn't quite see the pattern on his shirt, but you assumed it would be something unusually normal for him. J always seemed to get a kick out of hiding in plain sight. He'd probably just sat for a couple of hours in the back of a Greyhound bus in too normal attire simply to get here. Home to yo-
"-Whatcha staring at, honey?" J chimes, his hand coming up to unconsciously scratch at his face, and unknowingly shielding his scars from your view.
"You, J." You murmur sleepily, still tired despite just waking up.
"Oh, is that right?" A grin spreads across his bare lips, and gosh, it only makes you want to kiss him. That boyish, cheeky, flirty grin. He's as handsome as he is smart.
"Mhmmm."
"Did ya just wake up, sugar?"
You don't even get to answer, as he comes to kneel before you on the couch. His hand moves to cradle the side of your face that wasn't pressed into the couch, and to say you melted into his gentle touch would be an understatement.
"How'd you know?" You mumble the question, as his fingers rub circles into your neck below your ear.
"Your eyes are all squinty, it's real cute," J chuckles, before ducking down and softly pecking a kiss to your temple," Although you've got to tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong, J." You try to assure him.
"Nuh-uh, not buying it sweetheart, try again."
"It's really nothing; it's just a headache."
"Just a headache," J copies you in a too high pitched tone," You didn't even wake up until I shut the door. You were out cold, suga'."
"I was tired," You breathe out, as his fingers wander to the back of your head, and carefully rub circles there now. His deep, dark eyes simply blink and you sigh, "Okay, I'm still tired, happy?"
"That your noggin's aching? No, I'm no monster. Happy I get to take care of you? Absolutely, sweetheart."
A trip, vacation, or a getaway with a friend; that's all you thought it was. A week long sabbatical with Peter at a gorgeous cabin. However, on the eighth too normal day; you run.
AO3 LINK: CH.2 Steal Away (Go Away)
Peter continues to help you recover from your failed escape.
