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“Love ya, boss,” Bruce says, Gotham accent thick.

And he finds that he means every single word said.

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nsfw twobruce drabble

(I forgot about Bruce's birthday tbh but thank god my brain made me write this so here we go. Happy birthday, Bruce! May you eat well on your big day! 🥰)

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“How does it feel?” Bruce asks, chest heaving. He grins, all white teeth and smug satisfaction. “Having Gotham’s richest man like this? On his knees?” he continues, right hand stroking Two languidly as he looks up at him through his eyelashes. “All for you.”

Two’s head is spinning. Bruce always knows how to stroke his ego with the things he says. 

Things he does. 

Two leans forward, his scarred hand rising to caress Bruce’s cheek gently. Bruce’s eyes flutter shut as he leans into the touch. Two brushes his thumb over the corner of Bruce’s mouth, along his chin, wiping away the saliva still glistening there. He then slides his hand to the back of Bruce’s head, fingers threading through soft raven hair.

“Shut up and put that mouth to good use,” Two says, voice rougher than usual as he yanks Bruce’s head forward, placing the tip of his cock back onto Bruce’s parting lips. 

He’s not about to give in.  

Bruce grins, both desire and defiance burning clearly in his eyes. He’s not about to back down from the challenge. He sticks his tongue out, dragging it slowly along the underside of Two’s cock before taking him whole. 

Two fights back the urge to groan over the sensation, his hand in Bruce’s hair tightening as his thrusts get more and more erratic. Bruce matches his pace, hands bracing on Two’s hips for some balance. When Two comes, Bruce does not pull back.

After what feels like an eternity, Bruce sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the pad of his thumb. 

“Not a single drop wasted,” he murmurs with a wink.   

In the dizzying sweet sensation of release, Two finds that he honestly doesn’t know who has the upper hand in this relationship. 

And he frankly couldn’t give a fuck at the moment. 

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Accompanying doodle on ao3 because I can't post it here lmfao

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Think I'd like to stay a minute longer

“I don’t remember it being this difficult,” Harvey says, amused, but the frustration is also evident in his voice as he pushes and pulls at the Batsuit’s utility belt.  

Bruce smiles, placing his hands over Harvey’s and gently guiding them to where the hidden latches are on his belt instead of letting him fumble blindly.  “It’s been over a decade, Harv.” A click and the belt goes loose. Another click and the belt comes off, sliding down Bruce’s hips gracefully before landing on the plush carpeted floor with a thud. Harvey kicks the belt to the side and Bruce laughs. “Technology evolves; so does the suit.”  

Harvey looks up at Bruce from where he’s sitting on the bed, his good eye squinting. “Nerd,” he says, but he pulls Bruce in closer anyway and kisses the Bat symbol on his chest. There was a time, from a very long time ago, when undressing The Bat didn't feel like trying to figure out a complicated mechanical puzzle. But loving Bruce? That is something that will always be familiar to him.

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Posted this with an older drabble on AO3. I can now have a collection yey because I've wrote two (2) drabbles!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Not Rated Wordcount: 760 Relationship(s): Harvey Dent / Bruce Wayne (could also read as Harvey Dent & Bruce Wayne) Characters: Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne, Christopher Dent Tag(s): Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:  Bruce wonders how someone as big and tall as Harvey could suddenly look so small in the presence of his own father.

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This was originally a series of twitter brainrot. Also I swear I kinda can write serious things. I think. Anyway! Just Bruce being a good (boy)pal to Harvey :')

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4 Days 3 Nights

Wrote a little something in conjunction with Bruce's birthday! ❤ Crossing my fingers that I am diligent enough to update the chapter daily and have it ends right on the 22nd aka Harvey Day 🥰

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 1 - 19th February Rating: T Word count: 1,247 Relationship(s): Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth Tag(s): Vacation, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers Summary: “I just want a private birthday celebration for once,” Bruce said as he leaned back against his chair and muttered quietly. “With people that I care about.”

Bruce decided to press further—wearing the hangdog look and all. “Please?”

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The one where Bruce drags Harvey along for an impromptu trip to the ski resort.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: T Wordcount: 1,534 Relationship(s): Harvey Dent/ Bruce Wayne Characters: Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Carmine Falcone (mentioned) Tag(s): Identity Porn, Awkward Flirting, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Workplace Relationship, Wound Tending, Feelings Realization, Banter Summary:  The one where Harvey was the District Attorney in Distress and Batman swooped in to save his ass.

And then, hmm...

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After almost an entire year where my brain refused to digest any words, suddenly earlier today it decided that it wanted to write words. Picked up this dusty old WIP and finished it.

Here's to a more words-friendly brain in 2023 \o/

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2am angsty tommylinc brainrot be like

An absolutely niche content for my absolutely niche pairing that I might just have to write myself one day 🤡

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Here's to a life that could have been

And also a drabble: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38113276