#batman fan ficton

[spideyanakin]

TAG GAME 💖

Was tagged by the amazing @danihow thank you angel for tagging me ✨🧚🏻‍♀️

dynamic: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Wild World

Legolas x reader soulmate au -> Soulmates can see the world in color once they've touche the other's skin, You and Legolas discover your soulmates the moment you get kidnapped by orcs

2. Untitled by one of my favorite things I have ever written in my life and idk why i haven't finished

Peter Parker x Powered! reader -> Requested: Reader never talk to Peter until reader read Peter’s mind accidentally & found out what happened in NWH. Reader helps Peter by becoming his friend or maybe more

3. Where the tide takes you

Peter Parker x Halfblood(Poseidon kid)! reader / Percy Jackson x Avenger au -> You're a half-blood recruited by the Avengers. Hald blood business get mixed into avengers business.

4. Post Bahrain

Charles Leclerc x reader -> Part 2 of Bahrain

5. Lucky Him

Peter Parker x Black Widow!reader -> requested:Peter (Andrew) flirts with reader who’s dating Peter (Tom) & reader flirts back & Peter (bf) is like what are you doing & is like how would you feel if I flirted with another you. Reader is like I would threaten the other version of her (maybe reader could be a black widow)

6. J��ai demandé à la lune

Pierre Gasly x Reader -> Summer loves aren't suppose to last, right?

7. Unittled future series

Battinson!Bruce Wayne x Constantine! Reader -> Reader is Constantine's cousin, while his powers run around the Occult her's is on mythology. She's an archeologist and part-time superhero with her cousin. She meets batman on a mission.

8. You Belong with me

Charles Leclerc x reader -> Bording school AU based on Taylor Swift's You Belong with me song

9. Heather

Cedric Diggory x reader -> based on Heather by Conan Grey

10. Untitled idea more than wip

Peter Parker x Daughter of Apollo! Reader -> not based on percy Jackson but more of the gods that we saw in Thor love and thunder. I'd like to write something but only problem is that I don't really know how to connect the dots between her being a goddess with zeus and the rest to meeting Peter.

11. Stairway to Heaven

Killian jones x reader -> fully changed the plot of once upon a time, the reader becomes the dark one but is prophesied to change his power into becoming 'the light one'. Her parents push her towards that destiny but she runs away with Killian

I tag @illicitlimerence-writes @seasidepierre @sainz-leclerc @indouloureux @inknopewetrust @seidenbros @streets-in-paradise @writing-fanics @vigilvntes @ohmyeyesmyeyes @heliads

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Never let me go

Summary: You were never good at sharing. Sharing Bruce with the Batman was something you had learned to live with. But sharing him with other women? That would never happen.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.5k

Rating: E

Warnings: angst, established releataionship, jealousy, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected sex)

A/N: Something not Patience Bruce related. This is angsty smut. Let me know what you think x

There were many things you could live with. But you were bad at sharing…

You knew getting into a relationship with Bruce Wayne would be work. It would be work because of who he was. Because the whole city, hell country knew who he was. 

The tragic story of how he lost his parents was haunting him since he was a little boy. 

It was work, because every little step you took, every smile you gave, every word you spoke would be judged by the outside world and spinned until it became a story. 

Was that an engagement ring?

Is she pregnant?

Are they already married?

Is he secretly gay?

You were good at ignoring the headlines. Because you knew that they didn’t hold an ounce of truth. You weren’t engaged, getting pregnant would involve actually sleeping in the same bed with the man in question and marriage? While you’d have said yes in a heartbeat only a couple weeks ago, by now you weren’t so sure.

Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne also meant having him never truly to yourself. His nightly alter ego the batman was always around. 

And you supported him. As much as it was possible for you. 

But sometimes, deep at night when you were lying alone in your shared bed, the batsign illuminating the night sky you wondered if this would be all you get. 

Nights alone in king sized beds. Rushed minutes of passion when he was finally back to being Bruce while you were getting ready to get out and live your normal life. With your normal job. And friends. And hobbies.

You wondered if there ever would be more and if Bruce would ever be able to fulfil your want for more. 

If he even wanted more. 

You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had really talked or had a meal together. He did ask you to move in with him almost two years ago and you said yes in a heartbeat. But now that you were here, in this huge place that felt like a living relic to the past you weren’t sure if this was your future. 

And then there was always this feeling that he wasn’t honest with you. Or… hiding from you.

You had never been the jealous type. You didn’t have to. Bruce only rarely left the house (as Bruce) and the only people he met were trying to get his money or use his name. No, you trusted Bruce a hundred percent. 

You just didn’t trust Batman. 

He was different when he wore the suit. 

Closed off, which was understandable. It was like a switch he could turn on and off. 

You only met the Batman twice. Once when he was hurt and needed help and the second time when he saved you from getting mugged on your way home after a night out with some friends. 

He had kissed you in the suit, telling you to wait for him at home after he had called Alfred to get you. 

Bruce had fucked you for hours into the late morning, making you promise to never be out alone on the streets in the dark. 

Now you were in his cave searching for answers while he was out. 

You hadn’t seen him in three weeks, not even in the mornings. Your daily shower quickie used to be the only time you would see him but even those had stopped.

He didn’t like you being here, downstairs in his cave. He had told you so once, telling you he needed to keep his life as batman and his life as Bruce Wayne separate. 

Not that it was working in any way. 

But as you watched the footage of his lenses right in front of you, you got an idea as to why he tried to keep it separate. 

You had to admit she was beautiful. The sunrise made her look fierce, yet soft.

Big dark eyes were looking up at him before he leaned in and you closed your eyes, turning your head away. 

You knew he was alive. 

You were sitting in the tower like some fucked up Disney Princess, having seen it all unfold. The explosions. The flooding. The despair. The death. 

You had meant to visit Alfred at the hospital earlier, but had decided against it, not feeling up to it. There were people all over the penthouse to start the renovations anyway. He would see right through you and how could you give him answers when you hadn’t even asked the questions yet?

Are you still in love with me?

Do you want me?

You still hadn’t seen Bruce. You knew that the Riddler was taken into custody yesterday. And you had hoped that this would be the end of this nightmare, but then you had heard the explosions. 

You only knew Bruce was alive because the TV showed footage of the Batman helping people get to safety earlier. 

Sitting on the balcony you pulled the blanket closer around your body, drinking a sip from the hot chocolate you had made yourself. It didn’t taste like Alfred’s but it was close. 

After a while you heard the elevator arrive. You heard the doors opening, you heard footsteps. 

When you closed your eyes you still saw him kissing that woman. 

“How is Alfred?” you asked. 

“He’s okay,” Bruce answered, his voice closer than you thought. 

“Good.”

You heard him come closer and felt his hand on your shoulder. 

“We have to talk Bruce,” you whispered. His hand squeezed your shoulder. 

“I know.”

You got up from the lounge chair and looked at him. For the first time in what felt like forever. His eyes were still painted black and his face dirty. There was a bruise forming on his cheek. 

But he was here. And he was alive. 

You reached up, putting your hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. 

“Are you gonna come to bed with me?” he asked. His eyes begging and tired.  You sucked your bottom lip in.

“I don’t think so. You need to sleep.”

“But…”

“Please Bruce. Please…”

“I need you…”

“Please don’t do this now. You’ve had a long day…” you shook your head. His hand covered yours on his cheek and you looked at him. 

“I’m sorry. I…”

“I saw you,” you interrupted him, tears in your eyes. “I saw you kissing that woman, Bruce,” you whispered, your voice shaking. You felt his jaw twitch under the palm of your hand. 

“I saw Batman kissing that woman and I’ve been asking myself if… If this was going to be my life from now on. Me, waiting at home for Bruce until the batman returned him to me. I miss you Bruce. I can’t even put in words how much I miss you,” a tear escaped your eye. 

“She’s gone,” he said and you took a deep breath, looking up into the morning sky. 

“Did the two of you ever…”

“No. No Never. I… fuck… No. I would never do that to you. I love you,” he whispered. 

“We have to talk about this. I can’t just…”

“I know… I… We can talk. Now if you want…”

You shook your head. 

“You should take a shower and sleep. You look like shit,” you mumbled and he chuckled. 

“Yeah. Yeah I do,” he whispered and kissed your temple. He turned around to leave, stopping to look over his shoulder. 

“You won’t leave while I’m asleep, right?” he asked quietly. You shook your head. 

“I’ll be here.”

You felt arms wrap around you from behind, a chest against your back. You smiled softly, leaning against his chest as his chin dropped on our shoulder. 

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8pm,” you said. Bruce had slept for almost 10 hours while you worked from home. Dory was still out and Alfred was in the hospital, which left you in charge of the kitchen. You decided to just make some salad and steak for dinner, hoping Bruce would be up and more importantly stay for dinner. 

“When do you have to leave?” you asked, dreading his answer. 

“I won’t go out tonight,” he mumbled against your neck, his lips feather light on your skin. You breathed in deeply, closing your eyes as you tilted your head to give him more space. 

“Bruce…”

“I know. I know we need to talk. But...”

“I know. I need you too,” you whispered. You turned off the stove as Bruce's hands slipped under the shirt you had been wearing all day. It was one of his, an old one with countless little holes around the collar. But it was soft and he did not want to get rid of it. It had been your comfort in those lonely nights. 

Turning you around his lips crashed down on yours while he picked you up. You crossed your legs behind him, clinging to him as he carried you towards the kitchen island, his lips never parting from yours. 

You had missed him so so much and now he was here and…

“I’ll make it up to you…” he mumbled, his lips kissing down your neck after he carefully sat you down. You heard the ripping of fabric as he made quick work of the shirt you were wearing leaving you sitting there just in your panties. You gasped, your hands running over his back into his hair. “I’ll make it all up to you,” he whispered. 

“Bruce please…” you moaned. He kissed himself down your body, his lips closing around one of your nipples while his hand flicked over the other one. He got down on his knees in front of you, parting your legs. He didn’t waste time, pulling your panties to the side and licked into your pussy. You pulled at his hair, biting your lip as you looked down at him, his eyes focused on you while his tongue dipped inside of you before he flickered your clit. He knew exactly how to work your body. His tongue teasing before he sucked. His hands came up to cup both of your breasts, groping them, his fingers pulling at your nipples. 

“Cum for me…” he mumbled. You moaned, your legs crossing behind him, caging him against you. 

“Fingers… Fuck Bruce I need…”

“No. You cum on my tongue…” he mumbled again. Frustrated you pulled harder at his hair and he growled.

“I thought… I thought you were gonna make it up to me…” you whimpered. You were close. Your touch starved body reacting to him like you were set on fire. 

“I will,” lazily his tongue circled around your clit as he looked up at you. “I’m gonna fuck you on this counter until the whole fucking city knows it. You just gotta cum on my tongue first…” and with that he stopped talking, focusing on making you cum. 

You felt it… deep down in your belly, the feeling of your climax approaching. 

“Fuck… I fucking hated these last weeks… Thought I’d lost you…” you whined. 

He shook his head, his tongue moving with him and you gasped. He got even closer, sucking hard on you and you fell apart, your legs shaking around his head as your orgasm washed over you, making you cry out his name like a prayer. 

You were panting, trying to get air into your lungs as he kept licking you through your peak.

“I love you,” he whispered as he got up from his knees, his hands reaching for you to pull your lips against his, finding you in a messy kiss that made you taste yourself all over. 

“How much?” you asked against his lips, your hands pushing his sweatpants down so you could pull out his hard cock. You began to pump him slowly. He took a deep breath, before his eyes opened and focused on yours. 

“For seven months I’ve been trying to ask you to marry me,” he mumbled against your lips. Surprised you looked at him.

“You what?”

“There’s a ring in Alfred’s desk. It’s a black diamond. Not too big cause I know how much you hate jewlery. He’s been holding onto it for me so you wouldn’t find it,” Bruce whispered. “Should have seen the jeweller’s face when I told him I needed a black diamond as an engagement ring…” you kissed him pulling him closer. 

“I was… I was scared. I was scared, so I pushed you away. I was… Fuck…” he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Scared of what?” you whispered.

“Not being good enough for you. And I’m not. I will never…”

“Bruce,” you put one hand on his cheek. “I just need you to talk to me. If you’re scared, come to me, your girlfriend. The woman that loves you. Don’t go off and….” you closed your eyes for a moment. 

“I won’t,” he promised, kissing you softly. 

“Promise?” you asked. He nodded, kissing you again. He put one of his arms around you, pulling you closer as you guided his cock against your entrance. 

“Promise,” he whispered before he pushed into you in one deep thrust. Both of your arms came around him, your hands on his back, your fingers flying over the scars old and new. Slowly he began to move, his lips on your jaw, his teeth nibbling on your skin while his cock thrust into you slow and deep, filling you perfectly. You were so close to him, and yet you wanted to be even closer. 

You had missed this. Him. 

“Bruce…” you whimpered, feeling one of his hands run down your body, finding your clit. He looked down at you, his eyes lust blown.

“Ask me now…” you breathed. You were close again, one of your hands running up his neck to run through his hair. 

He thrusted faster, his head falling against yours as he focused on making you cum, his hand moving in circles between your bodies.

“Marry me?” he whispered against your lips and you came. Hard, your vision blurring as you kept looking at him while he fucked you through your orgasm. His thrusts were getting sloppier, now chasing his own peak. You looked deep into his eyes, the eyes you fell in love with. He opened his mouth in a gasp as you felt his cock twitch inside you, warmth filling you while he slowly continued to pump his cum into you. 

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you,” you whispered before you kissed him. 

When you woke up it was the middle of the night. You were lying in Bruce's arms, feeling safe and warm for the first time in weeks. He was sleeping soundly next to you, both of you completely naked. 

Except for the black diamond ring that Bruce had put on your left ring finger. 

[mcrmadness]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I think I got too much sun today. I mean, it’s spring here finally. (Altough on Saturday it was still snowing, welcome to Finland..........) There’s sunny days. I was out the whole day (at the harness racing... well, races as I’m studying horse training n stuff) and it was very sunny day and even tho too much sun causes me to have a headache, apparently it and the whole experience made me also feel very energetic. I’m really tired tho but I’m listening to music and feeling this... feel that I usually love to call “happiness”, music has always had this effect on me. Especially around spring. Around that time I really love life and living.

ALSO I start feeling like I need company. Right now, for some reason, I’m again starting to mentally hype Gotham in my head even tho I still haven’t been able to watch the 3rd Season and when was it when I finished with 2nd season? Few months ago when it was added to Netflix...

SOOOO I don’t even know what I’m trying to achieve with this or if I’m trying to achieve anything at all, I just feel like talking and idk. I think this is going to be about mental stuff once again as I am pretty much obsessed with mental health stuff and I myself am a one big (except I’m short wait what) walking mental health issue. Anyway, I’ve been a huge Batman fan since I was 8 years old and back then I couldn’t really explain it but later I realized I’m still a fan because of how psychological everything is in that world. Also majority of them are not what they are just by accident but because of how everything affects everything. I love the Arkham video game series for this too, you can see this psychological aspect in there so well.

It seems I look up to characters that are more or less mentally ill (this is not from DC but Marvel Universe, but Deadpool is my ultimate favorite but still kinda sharing the first place with Batman, and Joker too) because I’ve admitted to myself and some of my things are just not curable but that’s just plain okay. If I can learn to live with them, then they should not be a problem to anyone else either. I just hope I could say aloud that I have anxiety attacks, panic attacks, obsessive-compulsive thoughts, derealizaton, depersonalization, body-image problems (basially I don’t feel the way I look and it’s causing me to love escapism), constant worry of certain things and overthinking and what else and no one would not judge me for it. Atm it feels like it’d be the worst ever if everyone knew because all I can imagine in my head is this huge scenario where people turn against me because they wouldn’t know how to deal with me anymore as if the disorder appeared out of nowhere, even tho it has always been there but they just did not know about it. (Basically I think this could be compared to those who are “in the closet” for their sexuality/anything; even tho I’m not. I’m ace+aro and proud but I just don’t say it aloud ever, people will figure it out if they need to know.)

Being mentally ill is just a huge taboo and seen as a bad thing in this world. Like, don’t get me wrong, there’s some illnessess that I wouldn’t wish to anyone, but it’s not for others to decide whether it’s a problem or not. Mental “illness” can also be what makes you, you. Part of our personalities.

So this is why I love characters that are weird or could be mentally ill. This is why I’m very much obsessed with Deadpool. I just can relate to them way too much. And I constantly need to read or hear about toher people’s symptoms and feelings because, idk, it makes me feel better. I’m not alone with myself. I don’t care if it’s a fictional character or a real person, I just need to relate to something. It’s actually one of my ways to “compulse” my anxiety - I go and read about things. If I’m having a weird anxiety attack out of blue, I go and read about generalized anxiety disorder. It’s like I try to explain every feeling of mine by psychiatry. I don’t think it’s even that healthy lol, but that’s what I seem to do every time... I costantly self-diagnoze myself, I want to know more and more and more, I want to hear what doctors would say about me. I just want to _KNOW and nothing is enough, I don’t think I’ll ever stop doing this. Even if I was diagnozed one day, I guess I’d still come up with new diagnoses.

I think this^ is because I was bullied at school and I also always had this desire to be different. Actually not even desire but obsession. People say that we shouldn’t be proud about our anxiety or something but to be honest, I actually am proud. Like here in the internet, I’m really excited to talk about this and to describe myself. I feel like it’s the only thing I’ve succeeded at even tho some would see it as a failure. Okay I sometimes feel like that too, there has been times when I’ve been feeling so down and I’ve just tried to imagine how life would be if I was not mentally ill. Sometimes I’ve actually imagined it and let’s just say life would not be worth living, everything would be so empty and dull, like living without brains. Yes, there’s days when I don’t want my anxiety, but the days between the anxiety are great. Maybe I need that anxiety so I remember to enjoy those days when I don’t have anxiety. I need anxiety to stay healthy, I probably wouldn’t sleep nor eat like ever if I didn’t have my anxiety. I get anxiety about food if I haven’t eaten well enough, there was a time when I ate very very poorly and never again, it was horrible. I would probably be dehydrated if I didn’t have my anxiety. I just can’t imagine living in this world without my anxiety and hundreds of other quirks because then I’d turn into this zombie who I see way too often in life. I can’t imagine how some people are just happy with all this life cycle of going to school and studying and getting a job and having a job until they retire and are already too old to phsyically to anything at all. I want to live while I still can. Yet I feel like I’m trapped because of how the society nowadays is how it is, money is everything and you get no money without a job but when you are not really able to work like that, only way to get money is to get lucky and win a jackpot. Which is not gonna happen as I don’t do lottery...

I think I lost the point a while ago. I felt like talking to someone but not anyone special. Probably feeling like talking to my best friend who doesn’t even exist. Last time I had a best friend was when I was 13, then I always had my cousin but it feel weird that she now has a kid, it felt like she was not my _best friend ever since she started dating boys and later found her partner who she has the kid with too. I think ever since I’ve been in search for that best friend but it’s most likely never gonna happen because I strongly believe that this person does not exist at all. Like you just can’t find a person with all these features. Just like my body image is something that does not exist (I would like to be able to change my looks at will...), also my ideal-best-friend is not something that can be found in this reality. Which is bit sad but that’s why I live for escapism. And when I get really obsessed with something fictional (oh how I wish it was not fictonal... I don’t like this reality...) that’s when it gets “mixed up” with this reality and all I want to do is just talk about it and do stuff that has something to do with this thing. Otherwise I just... “go with the flow”, try to live this life but I still spend more time in fictional worlds (movies, tv shows, games, books) than in this reality.

Usually when I feel like hyping and talking, it’s just enough that I write somewhere, like Tumblr, and pretend like someone was reading these and it’s like I talked with someone. Because really I don’t even need the answers, I just need to be heard. Fortunately I have therapy on Wednesday, it’s been probably a month since the last time. Actually almost exactly a month. It’s just... these thoughts never end by thinking or talking. More is just one the way 24/7. I get myself confused when I talk and think but it’s okay when I don’t think about them. Existential crisis.

Oh gosh how tired I am, I need to go to sleep soon. This day was very exhausting yet I don’t feel tired tired. Just my body is tired.