#bottom!Batman

[noka-exe]

duality of man….

[qweenofurheart]

he’s the only nineteen year old alive who can pull off that stupid ass outfit. also i think im onto something with the pink pants..

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about a bottom treating you like a dumb piece of shit whose only good quality is having a big dick, using you whenever he wants and claiming it’s because you’re the horny even though he’s the one practically gaping for it, creeping up on you whenever you’re watching a movie or even taking a nap, groping your cock and shaming you for how hard you are, even though you lay limp in his hand. But he doesn’t care for anyone of that, will ride your half hard cock while complaining the entire time, telling you how you don’t even know how to use the thing even though he can barely speak, your big cock relentlessly bullying the wall of nerves and leaving him practically shaking as he erratically bounces on it, will even act inconvenienced when you cum in his ass, but won’t let a drop go to waste , swiftly putting on a plug and telling you he’ll be back for another round because of course you’ll need it (he needs it)

[frownyalfred]

real fans know they’re the same person

[screwpinecaprice]

I waltened my files 😔

Second slide are some sketch ideas for a possible The Mysterious House fanart.

[insert-a-creative-name]

Jason: Hey Bruce, are you a top or bottom?


Bruce spits out his coffee

Bruce: Excuse me?!?!? I AM BATMAN!!

Clark: He’s a bottom

Bruce: And you are a dead man Kal-El!!!

[dovaldraws]

I have no explanation for this 4am sketch except my brain is slightly hazy and I’m a sucker for slightly bratty Tim Drake

[bruciemilf]

Okay, but give me a battinson who's utterly gone on Clark Kent, but for some unknown reason to anyone else, has a great distaste towards Superman.

And Clark KNOWS it isn't the all powerful alien thing. He's seen Bruce let J'onn ruffle his hair, pick him up randomly, and share wordless conversations telepathically.

It seems to be Superman specifically, and it confuses him big time (and maybe, perhaps, perchance, he IS a bit jealous)

So, when they have lunch as Clark and Bruce, Clark straight up asks,

" Why do you dislike Superman so much? You're avoiding and ignoring m- him all the time. He told me. He looked pretty dang sad about it."

And then, to his delighted surprised, Bruce blushes a brilliant red, looks away, scowl deeper than ever. He's lucky to have super hearing, or the next words would go unnoticed.

"...Handsome."

" What?"

"He's handsome. It's annoying."

[yaderyngoch]

Jason: Why do you sleep with 8000 pillows on your bed

Tim, jokingly: Bc I am a Princess

Jason: You? A pillow princess? Noted 👀

[2kiran]

THREEKVENT NAVIGATION

sub bruce wayne soft dom gn reader handjob

Bruce Wayne leaned against the brick wall, his suit uncomfortably sticking to his skin with how badly he’s been sweating. Each movement caused his breath to hitch, the material grazing the cut on his side. Thankfully not deep, but it hurt like a bitch.

He reached over, unlocking the window. Bruce found himself returning late at night to your apartment after encounters with criminals, taking in more hits than normal for a proper excuse.

Fate happened. You were a kind stranger, he was injured, and he needed help. Eventually, it remained like that for a while. He’d be in one place, some sort of wound visible, and you’d take him in. His eyes had watched you like a hawk, grunting and squirming away from the slightest of advance on instinct.

Embarrassingly enough, he immediately melted into your gentle touch. You guided him, made him feel what it was like to be openly vulnerable with someone else present. It’s wrong. You’re a civilian, continuously helping Batman would put your life at risk.

He feels guilty about it. You’re too kind for him, never daring to stay close to him than is necessary and choosing to respect his personal space. It was welcomed at first, but he wants more of it, more of you.

The only time he’ll actually touch you is when the pain is incredibly overwhelming his senses, which has him catching your wrist accompanied by a restrained grunt. Like he’d been burned, he’d pull back once reality crashed back down. He can’t, he shouldn’t. He’s putting you in danger.

Damn it all to hell.

Bruce tripped, stumbled, landing right on your lap. How convenient, he thought. He held himself upright, clutching the top of the couch’s backrest in a death grip, eyes wide. Bruce frantically searched your face, analyzing your reaction. “I’m—” He’s cut off when you pull him closer, gasping in surprise.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him, a soft smile gracing your lips and he wants to kiss you senseless. Until you can’t feel your hands, your face, or use that smart brain.

He stays like that, straddling your hips as you clean the wound on his side. It’s taking everything in him for his thoughts not to drift towards sinful ideas, borderline unprofessional.

He can’t help it.

Every touch, even an accidental brush on his skin has his breath hitching, anticipation thrumming in his veins. Heat pools deep within him, leaving him aching. He hopes you don’t notice, pants tightening and he’s almost painfully hard.

You do. Of course, you do. Right when you finish patching him up, earning a few pained groans, you halt him from standing up and leaving. “Batman.”

Oh fuck. Bruce is doomed. He wants to sink into the floor, or maybe the wall would be better. You know how he truly feels about the situation, and this is the last time he’ll ever see you. Panic rises, but he doesn’t allow it to outwardly show. His palms suddenly become all clammy, sweat dotting his forehead—

“May I?” Damn you.

Your hand settled on his muscled thigh and he has to suppress a shiver. Your fingers inched closer to where he needed you the most, just a little bit higher. But then you stop. Bruce whines.

“Please,” Batman didn’t beg, never did. “Please, I-I need it.”

He panted, excitement delivering a spark of heat that rushed straight to his core. His arms surrounded your shoulders, trapping you in his hold as he leaned down to your neck to hide in shame. He assists you in pulling down his suit enough to expose his glistening cock, pre-cum oozing from his slit.

Bruce felt like a wreck, lips in a tight line to prevent any embarrassing sounds from leaving his throat. Your thumb swiped across the cockhead, pressing down with enough pressure to force out a choked gasp from him.

“Don’t hold back,” You whisper directly into his red-tinted ear. He felt his hole clench around nothing, your words making him light-headed and he involuntarily bucks his hips against your touch. “I’ve got you, c’mon. Let me hear you.”

His breath stutters when you begin to gently trace the angry veins, moaning softly as he pulsates in your grasp. It’s been too long since he’s had someone—anyone—to touch him intimately, but never like you are now.

Your fingers wrap around his cock, slicking up your palm. It’s a slow pace, guiding him to a gradual orgasm. Gods, fuck, why were you being like this? He’s uncertain whether he enjoys how you’re treating him as though he’s made of glass that could shatter any unforgiving moment or if he should beg for you to fuck him rougher, make him go all dumb and drunk off the feeling of you.

He desperately ruts against you, it was selfish but the both of you knew he needed it. “Mmm.. fuck, I–” He gasps when you jerk him off a bit quicker, coming up to tease the underside of his tip every single time. Throbbing at the increased pace, he felt his eyes roll back into his skull. “more, ah ah mngh, more please.”

Bruce knew his manners, with his skin absolutely flushed and mind consumed with lust and greed to taste and take. “Yeah? Keep talking for me.” You urged, twisting your wrist as his pre-cum lathed up your hand, producing so much he seems like he’s right there. “Feels so g–good.” He whimpers, thighs trembling as his knees were beginning to fail on him.

Your too-good praise didn’t help him, at all. He felt young all over again, horny and wanting. “Beautiful,” you whisper, “need me to help you, don’t you, B?” The air gets knocked out of him, leaving him panting. He can barely feel his brain, all sensations leading to your hand pumping his wet cock.

“Need you,” He didn’t care how pathetic he seemed in this state, all he knew how desperate he was for you with your slick palm teasing his tip, rubbing in little quick circles. “ngh, so bad...”

Bruce Wayne knew he shouldn’t be thinking like this, but he wants you to stay with him. He could protect and provide for you. Who else would you want to be with besides him? That’s right. No one.

[lenyk]

[rodolfoparras]

18+

Thinking about double penetration; watching him bent in half, practically speared onto someone else’s cock, thrusts so forceful he’s visibly bouncing on the matress, loudly sobbing the entire time. almost as if it hurts him while the other person continues to roughly drive up into him.

You try to comfort him, hand cupping his cheeks and slotting your lips against his, murming muffled praises against his lips, telling him how well he’s doing, how pretty he looks like this, how you could cum just watching him.

But instead of reciprocating the kiss he turns his head and frantically pushes you away from him, before his hands blindly paw at your body as if searching for something.

It doesn’t take much for you to realize what he wants, and you’re quick to shuffle around til you’ve got his head caged between your thighs before carelessy forcing your cock down his mouth, hips immediately pistoning into him and matching the pace of the cock pounding into his abused cunt.

There’s still loud sobs escaping his lips, body visibly bouncing off of the mattress as you and the other man continue to fuck him, practically looking like a rag doll as he continuously gets tugged between two forces.

But this time you can see how much he enjoys it, how’s hes got a hand hooked around his knee to keep himself spread for the other man, how he’s got a hand wrapped around his own weeping dick because two cock just arent enough for him, how he loudly cries out when you suddenly pull out of his mouth.

This time when you lean into him, you can’t help but whisper what a little greedy thing he is, teasingly slapping your cock onto his mouth, just to watch him gape for it, touch rough as ever as you muffle his cries, all while you watch him get fucked by the other man.

It’s only when his world starts blurring out, ears ringing loud that you shove your cock back down into his mouth, fingers clamping onto his nose just to hear the sounds of pleasure quieting down, hand frantically clawing at your arm before slowly falling to the side.

That’s when you decide to loosen your grip, and you watch the man beneath you jolt in place, a loud cry escaping his lips before he cums all over the sheets. And just like clockwork, you and the other man follow along, leaving the sweet thing practically soaked in cum.

It takes a while for the man beneath you to catch his breath but when he does there’s a shaky smile across his face, eyes drooping as he says “Holy shit,” he croaks out, sounding as wrecked as he looks . “Again?”

[azz-modeus]

POV: You come home after selling drugs to kids only to find a visitor waiting for you. He doesn’t seem happy.

[madge-nius]

Listened to Be Nice to Me by the front bottoms and then woke up a week later having drawn this so uh ta da

[mistress-of-vos]

Jason, Damian and Jean-Paul dressed up as Batman running into each other on their way to Tim's room in the middle of the night:

(Context/fic idea:

Tim, needy omega, decided to call his three current alpha crushes and invite them to his room. He sent a picture where he's wearing a naughty Robin costume and joked about needing a Batman.

Tim didn't expect any of them to show up. He opens the door to three big, offended and rough alphas who look at him as if they were going to devour Tim.

The result is way better than sleeping.)

[honeyplus]

I like to think the bat cave in wheelchair friendly before Barbara gets shot because Bruce and his children have to be condemned to wheelchairs sometimes. But I think after Barbara gets shot, Bruce really amps it up. Updates the ramps, adds rails, the works.

Barbara is hardly in the cave anymore but it does crack her up a little when she finds herself down there and sees a rail attached to an actual cave wall