hey i love your Batman content, especially my favorite was gardener!reader and Battinson🥺 and if it’s okay with you, can you write more of them?
sunny x battinson
gardener!reader
his sunny.
this is actually so so cute! :') thank u so much! I have a some requests about gardener reader so since y'all like it, I present you to sunny, ughh I love this series already!, pls keep asking :)
“Sunny, this new recipe it’s just perfect, darling”
Alfred’s voice resound all over the Manor, nodding at you when he was tasting the new pie recipe you just baked.
“Well, it took long enough to have blueberries so I just had to” you softly said, finishing cleaning the kitchen, “Just leave Bruce a slice”
“Master Wayne would hate me if I didn’t” Alfred laughed briefly, giving you a look, “Sunny?”
“Huh?” You distractedly said, making sure the kitchen was clean so tomorrow you can make another pastries.
“Master Wayne request me to make sure you fall asleep and to not let you wait up for him” Alfred said grabbing his plate and his empty cup of tea to wash them, “You know, he knows you don’t sleep when he’s out”
You silently stared at him, nodding. He was right, Bruce’s patrol night made you anxious, even if you were used to them. Since the beginning. “It’s just… I’m scared,”
“I am too, darling,” Alfred walked towards you, and held your hand. “But I started to believe Bruce does everything to keep his Sunny safe”
Even with those words, you couldn’t sleep that night.
Still thinking and praying for Bruce to get home safely, so you just scrolled down your phone, his cave was cold and humid, making you tug your nose into Bruce’s black hoodie, listening to the TV playing almost silently, turning around to watch every five minutes— maybe one, to see if they’re any news of Batman.
You were fighting with your own tiredness, trying hard to keep your eyes open, but all the work you had the last days made it difficult.
So you didn’t hear when he came back.
“Sunny?”
“Baby… why you’re here?” Bruce’s soft voice didn’t even wake you up. You were so deeply asleep you didn't move an inch. Bruce smiled to himself despite the ache spreading through his body. Carefully, he slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, lifting you as gently as he could. He knew how exhausted you'd been these past few days. The last thing he wanted was to wake you.
“Brucie… you’re back” you’d say, still asleep with your eyes trying hard to open them.
“Go back to sleep” Bruce murmured laying you down on their shared bed. Even if his movement was soft, it was enough to wake you up.
“Bruceee,” you whined, “let me take the makeup off”
“You were so asleep” Bruce exhaled, giving it up when you were now fully awake —well, your eyes were red and puffy, a slightly line of drool besides your mouth, still, he take your small peck on his lips back, smiling a little bit nodding at you, “Fine”
It was funny to him how minutes ago you were so deeply asleep to now being full energetic and excited to remove his black eyeliner, you hated when he removed it himself because he just couldn’t do it properly.
“Bruce! Don’t move, this makeup remover burns if it gets into your eye”
Bruce laughed softly, he was sitting down on the toilet, his hands firmly grabbing your hips, and his eyes closed getting relaxed by your soft movements on his eyelids. “Why you keeping waiting for me, mmh?” Bruce asked you while his hands squeeze your hips, your answer was your comfortable silence, the rain in the background making the ambient even more calm and soft. “Mmh?”
“Bruce, shh” You’d laugh when he tried to open his eyes, “I’m almost done” you murmured. “I swear to God you’re not using my Urban Decay eyeliner anymore, ’s to hard to remove” you murmured, concentrated in your work,
“Stop waiting for me, Sunny” his voice came out softly when he finally opened his eyes, “I hate seeing your eyes tired all the time”
“Well that’s why I spent lot of money with skincare”
“I’m serious”
You exhaled, when his voice was more serious, you looked down at him, bitting your lip and still gently touching his cheeks, “I’m just worried, Bruce, that’s it”
“But… you know… you had know it for a while— since the start,” Bruce almost whispered, looking at you with his tired eyes, “I’ll be okay, Sunny, I will aways come back to you, like when we were kids”
That was true.
You had known Bruce since you were a child, your relationship going stronger every day and every year till it was hard to deny any feelings.
He loved you, deeply, he’d forgot what lonely feels like, because you were there always, picking up strawberries from his garden.
request: can I please request bruce making it up to the reader after he lies to protect them? tysm!- anon
summary: After a package from The Riddler gets delivered to Wayne Tower, Bruce comes clean and admits that he lied to protect you from what’s going on with The Riddler
warnings: angst, cuss words, lying, slight argument between bruce and the reader, the reader avoiding bruce, making up, established relationship, doesn’t exactly follow the plot of the movie, happy ending, kissing. if i missed anything at all, please let me know!
word count: 1.7k+
a/n: i went ahead and made the reader, bruce’s wife in this. i hope that’s okay with you, anon! also i truly apologize how long it took me to write your request. also, thank you to @bobby-r2d2-floyd for proof reading this for me!🤍
You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that Bruce lied to you about what’s going on with The Riddler. He mentioned that he did it, to protect you from the case. He didn’t want you to worry about it. He didn’t want you to think that you both would be targeted, but he was wrong about that, because here you two are, standing in the living room with the package that The Riddler sent to him, sitting on the table. Luckily, Bruce got home in time before you could open it. He wasn’t sure what The Riddler put in the package. It could be something life threatening to you both.
“You lied to me, Bruce. You said that The Riddler was only targeting corrupt people, so why would he send something to you? Are you corrupt?” There was panic in your voice.
Bruce couldn’t believe that you asked him that last question. It felt like someone stabbed him in the chest. It made him upset that you even thought about that.
“Me being corrupt?” He said as he pointed to himself. “No, not at all.” Bruce shook his head.
“Well, you’re either lying to me or something, because I know for sure that I’m not. So, why the fuck The Riddler would send you something?
“I don’t know, Y/N. Geez, do you think if I knew, we wouldn’t be having this argument right now?” Bruce stated.
“Well, figured it out then,” you said. You were getting upset with this whole thing. It was overwhelming to you that tears started to form in your eyes. You just wanted Bruce to get to the bottom of this. Bruce noticed the tears forming in your eyes. He tried to step closer to you to comfort you, but you stepped back.
“No, don't,” your voice cracked. “I don’t want your sympathy right now. I want you to get to the bottom of this, and find out why The Riddler sent you something.”
“I will. I promise,” Bruce nodded his head.
After that, you didn’t want to be in the same room as Bruce. You just needed some space in the meantime. You walked past Bruce to head upstairs to your shared bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Bruce asked you.
“Away from you,” you shouted as you walked up the stairs of Wayne Tower.
Bruce just stood at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t know what to do or say after that. He was starting to beat himself up over what just happened. He knows now that he was in a tight spot with you. He knew that you weren’t gonna forgive him so quickly.
———
It’s been two days since you and Bruce’s argument. You haven’t said a word to him. You were avoiding him at all costs. Every single time he entered the same room that you were in, you would either leave the room or stay on the other side of the room, depending on how big the room was. It was tearing Bruce apart that you weren’t talking to him and avoiding him, but you had every right to. He knew that it was gonna take time for you to forgive him for lying to you. He had to come up with something that would make you forgive him. He also needed to figure out the whole reason behind The Riddler sending him a package. So, that’s what Bruce was planning to do.
———
“Can I talk to you, Alfred?” Bruce asked Alfred when he walked into the kitchen. Alfred was sitting at the table having his morning tea.
“Of course,” He said as he placed his tea down on the table.
“I screwed up badly, Alfred,” Bruce said as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
“How bad, Bruce? What did you do?”
“Bad to the point that Y/N doesn’t want to talk to me, because I lied to her to protect her from what’s going on with The Riddler,” Bruce said.
Alfred sighed, “Bruce, why would you do something like that?”
Bruce just looked down at his wedding band and started to fiddle with it. A habit he tends to do when he’s upset or needs a distraction. Bruce looked back up at Alfred and sighed, “I thought I was doing the right thing by doing that, but I guess not. I had to confess it to her, and she wasn’t happy about that. She’s also not happy over the fact that I could be corrupted.”
“Are you corrupted?” Alfred cut Bruce off.
“No, but apparently my father was,” Bruce scoffed. “I had to find that out through Falcone when I went to see him the other night to ask him about my father,” Bruce wasn’t too fond of the fact that his father was corrupted. He didn’t like how he found out about that, many years after his father’s death.
Alfred didn’t say or ask anything about what Bruce just explained to him. That could wait for another day. Alfred just nodded his head, indicating that Bruce could continue with what he was saying.
“She hasn’t said a word to me since we argued about it. I don’t know how to approach her, so then I could make up with her,” Bruce explained. “I feel like a horrible husband right now,” He added.
Alfred sighed, “Bruce, all I’m gonna say is that you shouldn’t have lied to protect her, because then you guys wouldn’t be in this situation right now. It hurts to see you both being upset with each other. You both aren’t the type of couple who gets mad at each other. You should have just told her the truth in the first place. And, what you need to do is just approach you at the right time and ask her how you can make it up to her. I promise you that she will. Once she does, everything will be okay between you both,” Alfred said.
Bruce had a light smile at the last part of what Alfred said to him. Deep down Bruce knew that you’ll forgive him. Bruce just needed to figure out the perfect time for when he can approach you.
———
You were hidden away on one of the many couches in the library of Wayne Tower. You decided to catch up on some reading since it’s been a while since you have. Plus, it was the perfect weather to stay in and read. It was cold and rainy in Gotham City tonight, so it set the mood.
You were in the middle of a chapter of the book that you were currently reading when all of a sudden, you heard footsteps coming into the library. You put your bookmark into your book and looked up towards the direction that the footsteps were coming from. It was Bruce.
“Hi,” he said quietly as he approached you.
“Hi.”
“Can we please talk?” He asked you.
You nodded your head.
Bruce went ahead and sat on the coffee table that was right across from the couch that you were sitting on, “I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry for lying to you to protect you. I’m sorry that I didn't tell you the truth from the beginning. I’m sorry for arguing with you about the whole thing the other night. I’m sorry for making you cry. You have no idea how horrible I feel about that. I promise I won’t lie to you about anything ever again. To tell you the truth, I feel like a horrible husband because of this, so how can I make it up to you?”
You could tell that Bruce meant his apology. Most likely, he rehearsed a million times what he was going to say to you before he came into the library to apologize. It did break your heart that Bruce felt like a horrible husband towards you, because of the situation. When he asked you how he could make it up to you. You had a bunch of ideas running through your head, but one of them was very simple and easy to do and didn’t require leaving the library.
“You could maybe take me out on a dinner date to make it up, or maybe on a mini vacation somewhere, or you could just simply slow dance with me right now,” you said to Bruce.
“Slow dance?” Bruce had a confused look on his face. He wasn’t expecting you to say that last part.
“Yeah,” you shrugged your shoulders. “We haven’t slow danced since our wedding last year, and I thought it would be a cute way for you to make it up to me. Is that okay with you?”
“It’s one hundred percent okay with me, my love. Come on,” Bruce cracked a smile. He sat up and reached out his hand for you to grab. You grabbed his hand and got up from your spot on the couch. Once you were on your feet, Bruce walked over to the record player that was by the huge window of the library. He put a record on and put the needle down. Seconds later, the beginning tone of It Had To Be You by Frank Sinatra, started to play. Bruce walked back over to you and grabbed your hands. He grabbed one of them and placed the other one on his waist.
You laid your head on Bruce’s chest and started swaying to the rhythm of the song. The song had a special meaning to you and Bruce. It was the song you danced to at your wedding.
“I love you so much, and once again, I’m so sorry,” Bruce planted a kiss on the top of your head.
“You’re forgiven,” you smiled as you looked up at him. “And I love you too.”
Bruce looked down at you and planted a kiss on your lips. He felt more at ease that you had forgiven him, and he was happy that you two were talking again. He wasn’t sure if he could have gone another day without you speaking to him, but he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.
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★ — SUMMARY | shower sex after a night on patrol.
★ — WORD COUNT | 1.2k
★ — WARNINGS | fem!reader ; pwp ; unprotected sex ; mentions of blood/injuries
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.
most nights when bruce gets back to the manor, you’re still asleep. in the early hours of the morning, just before the sky begins to lighten, he doesn’t expect you to still be awake as he sheds all his gear and trudges his way upstairs.
but some nights you wait up for him, occupying yourself with a book or a new tv series as you sit curled up in your chair in the dark.
he assumes you’re still in bed sleeping soundly and he heads quietly into the bathroom to start cleaning himself up, not noticing that you’re silently watching. he’s known for being stealthy, but tonight you’re the one who’s slipping into the shadows.
his clothes hit the floor piece by piece as he turns the water on and strips bare, the steam from the shower quickly filling the room with heat and fogging up the mirror.
the hot water stings the bloody cuts on his knuckles, and he hisses as he runs his hands beneath the shower stream, watching the blood wash down the drain. they’re just minor scrapes and it’s nothing he isn’t used to by now, but it’s always a chore to take care of himself at the end of the night.
you open the bathroom door just a crack and peek your head inside to call his name, and instantly his head whips around at the noise. droplets of water collect in his eyelashes as he stares at you, his piercing gaze locked with yours as tears of black eyeliner roll down his cheeks, the warm water melting away his dark exterior. he's tired, he's aching and bruised from this routine of difficult nights, but everything disappears the second he sees you.
you pause as he wipes his hand across his eyes, smearing the fading makeup even further before he jerks his head to beckon you to join him, and you quickly start to undress. your clothes slip off, collecting in a pile on the floor next to his as you slide back the glass door and step inside.
your heart races as his eyes silently roam over your figure, streams of water trickling down his toned chest, and you can’t help but study him in return. you reach out to trace your fingers over the old scars that litter his skin, and you note the fresh scratches and cuts he’s earned himself while out in the city tonight.
you start to pull away to grab the soap, but his hand wraps around your wrist and you freeze, looking up at him. you can see the flash of lust in his eyes as he grips you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re standing flush against his body, and the proximity sends a shiver of desire down your spine.
he leans forward to capture your lips, his deep voice groaning out your name as his arms sliding down to sit firmly around your waist. you melt into him, automatically moaning into the kiss, and he greedily swallows your noises until it feels like he’s going to suck the breath right out of your lungs.
he kisses you harder, one hand falling to your hip while the other reaches up to cup your jaw and guide your mouth further into him, his tongue prodding between your lips in a way that makes you feel warm from the inside out.
his hand on your hip travels lower to grope your ass, and he squeezes a little harder when you let out a gasp against his lips, relishing in the responses he’s drawing from you. he starts to move and suddenly you feel the ice cold tile of the shower wall against your back, and you arch away from it instinctively, seeking the warmth of his body.
a large hand grips your thigh and hikes your leg up around his waist, securing your ankle behind the back of his thigh for balance. his pelvis presses between your legs, and you can already feel his cock hardening against your skin.
“bruce,” you whine as you try to rock your hips against him, desperate for the friction he provides.
he doesn’t reply but he lets out a soft noise under his breath, somewhere between a hum and a growl, and he attaches his lips to your neck just below your ear.
he pushes himself into you and you gasp, your heat enveloping his length as you cling to him. your legs tremble as he begins to thrust slowly, your arms wrapping around his neck even tighter. you can feel his biceps flexing around you as he holds you against the wall, supporting nearly all of your weight as he starts to build up his pace. drops of water trickle down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from the shower or if it’s sweat.
even after a night of patrol and the physical toll it takes on him, bruce’s stamina far outweighs yours. it only takes minutes before he has you whimpering and clenching around him, struggling to keep up with his relentless pace.
he pulls back to adjust his hips, giving him a better angle to drive his cock into you so that his tip kisses your spot with each stroke. he can tell you’re about to cum when he feels you starting to pull away from him, all the tension in your body building up like a dam about to break as your back arches and you squirm in his grasp.
with one more pointed thrust you come undone, a constant stream of whines pouring from your lips like the shower water pouring down his back. he doesn’t let up until your body goes limp in his arms, fucking you through your orgasm while you can barely keep yourself standing up straight.
suddenly he swoops in and presses his lips to your mouth once again, his perfect pace slipping and becoming more and more erratic, and you know he’s close behind. with your leg behind him you pull him closer, giving him just enough extra leverage to bury himself inside you as deep as he can go before his release slams into him.
his grip on your hips is almost bruising as he keeps you held tightly against him, letting out low, deep groans as he spills into you. warmth floods your stomach and you exhale a shaky whimper as you start to come down from the dizzying effects of your high.
just before you feel your leg starting to cramp up he pulls back, slipping out of you but keeping his arms still firmly around you to keep you supported. he tilts his head down to study you, secretly preening at the fucked-out look on your face. he looks much worse off, his cuts and scrapes still forming scabs and the black makeup streaked across his cheeks, but he’s still more concerned about you than himself.
he gives you a moment to stand on your own, and he smirks when you immediately reach again for the soap and start to scrub at his body with a loofah.
he lets you pamper him for now, because he knows neither of you will be getting any sleep until dawn.
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a/n: this is my first time posting outside of my main fandom, but it was a lot of fun to write && i am really excited to continue writing new things!! i hope you enjoy, please interact (reblog, comment, ask) if you liked it!
♡ husband!bruce who comes home sooo tired from saving the city that he just plops onto the bed and holds you close scared you’ll disappear :,(
♡ husband!bruce who’s nightmares lessen if you sleep together, dreading the days that he gets home so late (early) that you’ve already left the bed
♡ husband!bruce who worries about you constantly sending you a text or a call whenever he’s free to make sure you’re okay
♡ husband!bruce who asks you to do his eye makeup for him leaning in to feel your hand touch his cheek a you carefully apply the eyeshadow <3
♡ husband!bruce who hates going out but he’ll do it for you, telling alfred to put in his calendar to take you to that restaurant you’ve been raving about
♡ husband!bruce who is insanely touch starved always aching to be touching you. He grazes his fingers along ur skin and will hold your hand or hug you randomly when he needs that extra reassurance
♡ husband!bruce who doesn’t talk much…. his actions speak louder than words if he doesn’t reply to something you said don’t get too sad he heard you he just doesn’t see a need for words.
♡ husband!bruce who’s adrenaline is pumping after a late night of crime fighting, and the only way for it to wear down is to fuck you senseless
♡ husband!bruce who climbs through the window breathing heavily as he stares at you, you are laying on your shared bed surrounded by pillows and a book is in ur lap
♡ husband!bruce who rips the book from your grasp and throws it across the room before smashing his lips onto urs
♡ husband!bruce who doesn’t bother to take off his suit, you are the one who hastily takes off his mask in order to kiss him properly
♡ husband!bruce who has you naked in seconds ripping your soft little nightgown claiming that he’ll buy you a thousand more
♡ husband!bruce who’s head slips between ur thighs tongue making soft circles around ur clit as his fingers work in and out of you till you orgasm
♡ husband!bruce who licks you clean before he comes back up to take himself out his pant, stroking himself a couple times before sisnking inside you <3
♡ husband!bruce who is rough bruising your thighs as he holds them around his waist. His thrusts are hard and fast chasing his own release
♡ husband!bruce who doesn’t forget about you, rubbing circles around ur clit making you orgasm again, him coming right behind you
♡ husband!bruce who falls asleep like that on top of you exhausted from his long day (night)
Hello!! I wasn’t expecting an ask literally 30 minutes after I just came back after two years, but god am I glad to be back
To me, Bruce isn’t that big on PDA in public, but he literally will not stop you lol
His public persona, even though he’s now married to you, still holds the smugness from his playboy days
Like you kiss him on the cheek or something in front of paparazzi or reporters and he’s smirking before pulling up the collar of his coat to cover him kissing you
But in private he’s just so soft for you, like full on puppy love kinda feel
Just imagine sitting in your shared bed, reading or scrolling on your phone, and Bruce softly walks up to you before lowering himself down to lay and rest his head against your stomach, eyes looking up to you. As if asking you to pet his head
GOD
Honestly my favorite version of Bruce right now is Pattinson’s Bruce/Batman, love me a sad wet cat of a man
And his version of having an affectionate wife is slightly different
He’s so much more dependent on your love, but so much more unwilling to let you be seen with him in public
He knows the kinda trouble he might get you into, especially if it’s after the whole riddler thing Alfred had to deal with
To me this version of Bruce would be a little more rough with affection?? If that makes sense?
Like he always wants to be the big spoon and have some kinda hand on you rather than have you hold him
But during the long nights and days he spends in the batcave, your touch reminds him that he’s (unfortunately) only human
Hunch over in front of his computer, eyes glazing over as he watches the night’s events all over again, he only feels like a human again after feeling your hands wrap around his shoulders. Head resting in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses up and down his neck, whispering to him to go to bed
He sighs before giving in, standing up from his chair to hug you. Leaning into your body that leads him back to his own bed
Alright uhh this kinda got away from me, it became less about the wife herself being affectionate and more about him just loving you
a/n: ...i personally wouldn't mind becoming mrs. wayne.......
warnings: bruce wayne (pattinson) x fiancé!reader, smut, established relationship, possessiveness, oral, cock worship, dirty talk
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With the newly ring adorned hand softly wrapped around your fiancé’s girth, tender gaze locked on his, you littered his throbbing length with sweet, sloppy kisses.
Pecks fluttering down towards the base, you dipped further down and drooled over his heavy sack. Mouth gently agape as he watched you in awe, one of his hands then drifted it way down to yours, dreamily brushing his fingertip over the jewel.
“Say it again,” he breathed as your lips teased their way back up to the dewy head, “say yes,” staring at you as if you were a deity at his feet, “tell me that you’re all mine.”
𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ a/n: smut drabble; sometimes sex can be awkward. she/her pronouns used. w. count: 592. not proofread. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune. art by bernini.
"give me a show, honey. please?"
that's what bruce had asked you thirty minutes ago, bright blue eyes twinkling, brows downturned in askance. he said those words into the hollow of your throat, nipping & pecking & kneading your thighs all the while.
he whispered & begged & pleaded, pressing kisses as you made your way to the bed, eager to watch how you do it, how you touch yourself with your own hands.
his eyes were wide at attention, ears piquing at the soft sounds breathing out from your lips. he watches, hungry, aching, pawing at the bedspread & biting his lip at the shine of your slick. from the tips of your fingers down to the knuckle, disappearing into the wet heat of you. you cant your hips, back & forth, blinking your eyes closed at the crest of each pass.
"faster," he said, staring. "could you do it faster for me, honey? please?"
he brings a kiss to your cheek, then another, and two more, grasping across your torso to hold you close, biting at your skin as if to coax you.
you obliged, of course, sweet words flowing into you like molasses. pure sugar lit afire in your chest as you feel the start of the tingle at the base of your spine, feel the warmth in your blood from your chest start to crawl down to the tips of your toes. your eyes go cross before you pinch them closed.
he's right beside you, biting & groping & sucking bruises into your neck as you pace faster...
― breaths heaving & flush brightening from your forehead down to your chest ―
and faster...
― small noises & airy sighs curling out from parted lips ―
and... stop.
you're stock still, panting as your legs are tense. your hand is unmoving, taut like a bowstring at rest. the climbing heat ebbs away. your toes twitch & jerk.
"honey?" he says, kissing your cheek. "you okay? what's wrong?"
he rubs your side soothingly, waiting.
your eyes open & you give a sleepy smile, huffing a laugh as you stare up into his eyes. your hand retreats. more breaths run out from your mouth.
"hand cramp, bruce..." you clear your throat. "sorry."
he softens at the sighed out apology, couldn't be more endeared. he moves to sit up beside you, kneeling almost.
"don't be." he reaches for your wrist & massages at your knuckles, kissing the back of your hand.
"bruce... ah-"
he takes your fingers to mouth, a haphazard clean up. drool from his tongue winds down in rivulets, from fingertip to palm. he eyes you as if to challenge. all he sees is your mouth parting in a small whimper.
he sets it down when it's clean of you, humming as the digits leaves his mouth. he savors it, of course, drawing it out slowly from where they're flush to his mouth. first your knuckles, then the middle, then out comes your fingertips, shining with his spit. he licks his lips, leaning down to give you a kiss sweeter & softer than spun sugar.
"my little love," he murmurs against your mouth. "got a cramp, did she? tsk, tsk..."
he breaks from the kiss then, grinning down as he kneels, moves over & sets a hand on your inner thigh. his fingers drum against the skin, impatient, crawling closer & closer to where you want him. the bed dips to receive the weight of him on his knees.
