The most common story Bruce tells people about how you met is one about shared glances at a gala, graceful footsteps, a gentle dance and a date scheduled the next day. However this didn't happen, Bruce wishes it did, wishes he saw how wonderful you could have been when you first met. But he didn't.
Instead it was a long drawn out story, a shared class in a private boarding school, but no interaction until you caught the attention of one of his friends, he got to know you through the many meet ups you were invited to and you become good friends. Nothing more until Bruce suddenly started to show his affection for you. 13 years after you had first met. So yes, the famous Wayne romance wasn't a quick few days, it was actually years of obvious pining for a man so emotionally constipated it's a shock he functioned.
This meant that you would never expect Bruce to be able to show love very quickly, if he couldn't show it to his best friend turned wife why would he show it to anyone else? That was until he had his first daughter with you. He stood in the master bedroom where you had chosen to give birth holding the small wrinkly human in his arms, her frail body larger looking due to the swaddle. Her eyebrows are crusty from blood and placenta but she's still the most perfect thing in his eyes. His darling daughter, the mix of himself and the woman he loves most. He sits next to you on the bed in order to not trip when tears blur his vision. His hands, made and trained for violence hold the bundle of innocence gently as he leans into you. The first time Bruce fell in love at first sight.
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Authors note: I don’t know how it happened but my ability to write good stories has kinda.. evaporated?? I think I wrote too good and now my brain assumes it will just come out good when I write. So stories won’t be coming out as regularly as they have been and I’ll try my best to make sure they’re not utter slop but no promises.
You feel a little rush as you wait for him to unlock the door. Excitement? Definitely. But maybe just a hint nervous as well. Maybe it was just the thrill of being with someone new, the anticipation of being with him for the first time. Maybe it was where you two were, or the fact that no one knew about this. A little bit of a secret.
But once the two of you were inside, once he led you to the bed? All of that was gone. Left outside and forgotten as you reached for him, as you ran your hands along his chest. He grinned at you and you were all his, pulling him down to the bed. You touched his face, fingers trailing over lines that told stories you didn’t know. Age looked good on him.
You kissed him, simple enough at first but quickly deepening. Growing hungry. You both knew what you wanted. Fingers finding shirt hems, pulling, pushing. You got each other out of your shirts, before you leaned back into him, lips meeting again. His hands roamed your bare body, fingers rough and weathered. Humming softly, you tipped your head to look at him. You wanted to remember this. He asks you why you’re looking at him like that and you tell him he’s handsome. It’s the truth.
You lean close to kiss at his jaw, to kiss your way up to his ear. You run your hands over his mottled shoulders and down his chest. Down further to his belt. You set to work unfastening it as you breathe in his ear that you want him. His moan is low and leaves you yearning. The sound of his voice always gets to you.
Getting his pants open, you reach for him, press your palm against him through his underwear. He gasps and moans again as you rub at him, as you squeeze softly. You grin against his neck at the sounds he makes, at the way he shifts to try to press his hips closer against you. You like making him feel good, like him being eager. He notices your smile.
“Don’t be a tease, darlin.”
He’s right, you both know what you came for, and it’s only a matter of time before someone else wants his attention. He’s a busy man, the busiest old man you’ve ever met. You squeeze at him again before kissing his jaw as an apology. Getting up from the bed, you finish getting undressed.
“Maybe you’re just real eager…”
The notion makes him laugh, and you smile at him, shimmying out of your pants. You watch him shift to the edge of the bed to pull his own pants off. He shakes his head.
“You’re the one who propositioned me.”
He’s right, you did. You had met him, told him your name, made small talk, exchanged pleasantries. You nearly left, moved on like everyone else, but... You had promised yourself you’d flirt with him.
You asked him what he was doing later.
Now here you were, later, watching him shift back onto the bed, clothes discarded about on the floor. You shimmy out of your underwear, crawl back into the bed. Crawl onto his lap. He smiles at you and lets you kiss him, arms wrapping around you. He pulls you close against him, you grind down against his cock. You both moan.
You ache for him. You’ve wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long. You reach between the two of you, angle his cock so that you can sink down onto it. It slides in with ease with just how wet you are for him. He groans as you press him into you, large hands resting on your sides and you moan, squeezing around him. You tell him that it feels so good.
Placing your hands on his shoulders, you roll your hips, rock down against him. Shift up, rock down, press him deep into you. He runs his hands along your sides. Across your back. Growls out low encouragements of, “yeah… that’s it.” and, “just like that.”
Your breath comes in pants as you roll your hips, as you drive him into you. It’s so good, and you tell him such as you ride him harder. You lean against him, press your mouths together as you entwine your fingers in the back of his hair. You hum against his mouth, gasp at the feeling of his hands on your ass, say his name.
You’ve needed this, needed him, and the thought of being here, being his- it’s dizzying. You let yourself get lost in this, lost in him. The sound of his voice, his breath. The burn of your thighs as you grind against him. The sound of your name on his lips. The taste of his name on your tongue. Before long his hold on you tightens, groaning as he comes inside you. You press close to him, kiss at his neck as he comes.
The two of you stay entwined for awhile after, catching your breath. You know the outside world will call him away soon, and there’s an uncertainty there. Will he want to see you again? You don’t know… but for now he’s yours. You’ll always be his.
Content warning : Toxic relationships/unhealthy relationships, arguments, alcohol use, smoking,angst,mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of violence,pregnancy,mature/adult themes,no clear spoliers except you squint really hard,manupilation(if you squint). Minors DNI
Summary: All that's left of your relationship were tiny fragments, tiny little fragments you were trying to put back together yet even you were reaching your limit.
Songs to set the mood: Been like this by Doja cat / I hate everything about you by three days grace. If you have your own playlist,it's fine as well!
A/N: I was in a angsty mood and this came up so suffer or enjoy whichever. I also used the British past tense of burn cause that's what I use. I view the reader as female but I don't think gender was stated here so do with that what you wish
You sat there on the cold tiled floor as your back was leaning on the kitchen wall. You covered your face with your trembling tear stained hands. Your eyes were red and puffy and your head was throbbing. Your body was worn and weary from all the crying that you could no longer let out a proper sob. You let out a shaky sigh as you were terribly exhausted. This wasn't new to you, you were used to situations like this, often times you'd lock yourself in the bathroom hugging yourself and sobbing uncontrollably until he calmed down. It wasn't like it was an uncommon occurrence .All couples fought at some point in their relationships,it was always bound to happen
but damn, this was the fifth time this week.
You folded your legs under your thighs in a cross-legged fashion kicking a ceramic shard in the process. That was your brand new plate you got for 20% off at the store
or at least what was left of it.
You scanned the kitchen carefully, taking in the blatant state of complete disarray. Broken plates and cups flooded the room ,chairs toppled over and one of the table's legs had come off, knocking it off balance. you had to replace the good as damaged piece of furniture the next time you went shopping. As saddened as you were,a small part of you was grateful he didn't burn the place down with his quirk.You knew very well what he was capable of and you wouldn't stand a chance with your subpar quirk. You could turn small items into powder. It couldn't be used against people or animals and it wouldn't work on anything larger than small notepad.You wouldn't want to call it useless as it has helped you quit the number of times but you knew it couldn't hold a candle to your boyfriend's flame quirk.
You grimaced as you heard a blunt being lit in the next room followed by the clanging of bottles from the cabinet. His usual routine after a fight like this, you could count the number of times you had told him to stop but he'd always snap at you so you gave up trying. It helped him keep calm since he couldn't burn the place down. He had never raised his hand against you,something you were once again grateful for but he almost burnt you with his quirk.Almost. It was just that one time and he apologized. That was what you kept telling yourself. Dabi did indeed apologize and he went above and beyond to make it up to you both physically and emotionally,in more ways than one.
"Y/N"
your train of thought was disrupted as you heard him call your name,you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice him come in. You stood up from the kitchen floor abruptly and dusted your skirt. He stood there towering over you with a cigarette between his middle and pointer finger and a rocks glass on the same hand.
"Y-yes" you stuttered trying so hard to fix your composure but failing woefully.
"Get out" He said plainly and clearly
"what?"
You stared on in disbelief ,your lips parting slightly gripping the hem of your shirt tightly , tears long and forgotten threatened to repeat their cycle.
"Don't make me repeat myself"
"B- But Dabi I live here,I paid for this place "
He had moved in with you a couple of months ago after you insisted. Although he wasn't always around due to his work in the league,he did stop by and sleep over. He deemed it unnecessary seeing as he already stayed a couple of nights and slept in your bed. You said you just wanted to feel closer to him so you urged him to move all his belongings here
"Fine , guess I'll leave" He stormed out of the small building, slamming the door in the process.
The sobs came out naturally and the salty tears like the gushing waters of Niagara falls. where did it all go wrong?.Oh you wanted to fix this so badly but what more could you do?.
You used to be so happy together,so,so normal. But now everything was all in shambles. All you had done was call him out on his secrecy and urged him to be more open and honest with you. you knew he was hiding something about himself. Instead of being calm and understanding he snapped at you and this led to a full on world war 2 in your kitchen
You leaned your back against the wall and slid down to the floor. You let yourself cry once more but now with less restraint. You sobbed,sniffiled and whimpered until nothing came out. You don't know how long you sat there but you were sure hours had past. You couldn't properly tell as it had already been dark out long ago. You couldn't do this anymore,you loved Dabi with all your heart as strange as it was. You don't know what exactly attracted you to the raven haired villain.Whether it was his bad boy persona or the undeniable urge you had to "fix" him, you could never tell. But love works in strange ways. That's why it was hard for you to do this but you had to end this. For your sake and theirs
Gathering the last ounces of strength, you had left in you,you stood up from the floor,stumbling slightly. You walked into your shared bedroom and pulled out a black duffel bag from the closet drawer by the door. You took every item of clothing he owned and hurriedly folded them into the bag. Knowing him,he probably wouldn't be back till the next day or week,it was impossible to predict. But either way it gave you enough time to prepare yourself. You didn't know how he was going to take this but you had to stand your ground,you weren't going to take this lying down.
And just like that as if fate was trying to play some cruel sick joke on you,the door flung open and Dabi came sauntering into the bedroom.
"Listen Y/N I-"
You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him looking like a deer caught in headlights , clinging desperately to the black t-shirt you held in your hands. He looked you over,carefully processing what was going on. He narrowed his sapphire eyes and clenched his fists tightly
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked surprisingly calm
"Dabi,I'm tired. I can't do this anymore. I'm done" you managed to let out
Just as that was said,he let out a warped hysterical laugh. A look of fear in accordance with pure confusion was evident on your face.You always knew your boyfriend was off his rocker but you weren't expecting him to react this way. Your lips were quivering and a chill ran up your spine.He calmed down and wiped the non-existent tears from his stapled eyes.
"You know what's funny? I came back all the way here to apologize and this is how you repay me"
"Dabi,I'm serious,we can't do this with you anymore" You finally found your voice once more although it didn't come out as assertive as you wanted it to.
" Wait,we? The fuck are ya talking about"
"I-" you paused.
You had managed to hide this for a span of two weeks now. He'd been going in and out lately so it made it a lot less tasking to conceal it. But now it seemed futile to keep this up any longer especially since he was putting you on the spot like this
" Dabi I" you exhaled
"Dabi I'm pregnant"
His face visibly softened when you told him that. He stared blankly at you as if you had grown a second head. You glanced at him when he hadn't said anything,his silence made you apprehensive. It wasn't something that was planned so it wouldn't surprise you if he was upset. You could have sworn you had used protection but alas these things do fail.
"Wait,are you serious?" He asked,forehead creased
"Yes,I am" you avoided his questioning gaze
What he had done next after had shocked you. He pulled you into a warm embrace. His charred hands combed through your strands of hair.
"I'm so happy,this is good news" His voice was muffled as he had buried his face on your shoulder
"Wait,what?"
"I said I'm happy Y/n,this is good news"
"No,I heard what you said,I'm just surprised that you're not upset"
"Why would I be upset?,you're carrying my kid in you"
You broke out of his embrace and stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You were confused as to who this man was and what he had done to your rather abrasive boyfriend
"Hey earth to Y/n" he waved his hand in front of your face
You gave him a hard look before glancing around the room like a patient with amnesia. Your eyes caught the half-open duffel bag that lay long forgotten on the floor. It was then that you recalled what had brought you to the bedroom in the first place .If he thinks you'd sweep that under the carpet then he had another thing coming.
"Babe,are you OK?. You look tense" he spoke up when you hadn't said anything casting you a worried look.
"Dabi,I'm glad that you're happy about this whole pregnancy and all but that doesn't erase what's going on. Having a baby doesn't make this situation suddenly resolved,we still need to end this"
The look he had given you was one you had never seen before. It was a perfect blend of remorse,anxiety,sadness and you could could have sworn you saw fear in the mix.Nothing like the scowls he had given you that night
"I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately and I know I've done nothing but fuck things up but please give me a chance" he had reached out a hand to you and placed it on your shoulder but you shrugged it off
" Dabi,shit isn't that easy,I've given you more chances then I could conceivably count. You've gotten even more aggressive than usual lately and it's concerning. I can't keep placing myself in this kind of toxic environment,it's not healthy for me or the baby"
Your back was turned away from him now.If he kept staring at you like that, you might change your mind. His broken expression made you want to run into his warm embrace and break down right there but you knew better than that.
"Y/N, come-come on let me fix this"
"No Dabi,you've done more than enough" You said bitterly looking down in regret
" OK Y/N,i know this is probably a joke and you got me good,I won't lie. Now stop playing around,I get it"
His forced chuckle made you grimace,he was being persistent and this was making it harder for you.
"Dabi,look if you don't leave then I'm afraid I have to"
You made your way over to the closed closet to pick out your clothes, passing over the discarded duffle bag on the floor. Before,you could fling the closet doors open,you felt a tight hug on your waist from behind. You wanted to protest,to shove him away from you but you knew he was stronger than you,so you just stood there. Dabi was never the clingy type so his actions made you perplexed but not as perplexed as the words that left his mouth not long after
"Please don't leave me,Don't take everything away from me,just like-just like they did"
what exactly did he mean by that?. His words made you further realize how little you truly knew about your villain boyfriend. He had never spoken of anything like this .But then again,he never spoke about himself or his past. That was part of the various reasons why you were even in this situation in the first place.This was definitely out of character for him so you wanted to press further
"Dabi, who is they? what are you talking about?"
"They took it all away from me,my life,my childhood. It was "his"fault,he did it to me. Please don't treat me like he did. Please you're all I have,you're the only person who could ever love me" He kept pleading keeping whoever he was talking about in question anonymous.
You had never seen him like this,it broke you to say the least. And just as if a fragile cord had snapped inside your brain,you let tears flow out once more that night,returning the villain's embrace. He sounded so distressed and you couldn't take this any longer. You weren't sure whether it was the hormones or a genuine sympathetic response that made you lose your resilience,but all you knew was you wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright.
"No Dabi I won't" *sniff*" I won't leave you" what were you thinking?,he needed you,you couldn't just leave him.
"Really?" He broke apart and gave you a crestfallen look.
"Yes Dabi.Really. We can work something out this time" you stroked his cheeks, devoid of skin and replaced by open flesh and staples.
His little rants had deeply concerned you but you knew you would have to pry about it some other time.
He dove back into your arms and squeezed you tightly,not enough to hurt you but it was still a tight grip. You returned his embrace and leftover tears fell from your eyes as you smiled.
" I promise you,you won't regret it" The staples near his cheeks rose as his lips formed a malevolent smirk
