#bottom!bruce

[haiocyn]

jason tucking bruce to bed because bruce was exhausted as hell from the crime fighting tonight🥲

Bruce had always pushed himself to the limit and sometimes forgot he is still a human even with his armored batman suits on ❤️‍🩹

jayson propped himself next to bruce on the bed, staring lovingly at bruce. Jason adore him so much💘

[noka-exe]

duality of man….

[l1tw1ck]

thinking about guys and monsters with dicks too big for their own good

guys like: Soap, Ghost, Enji, All Might, Steve Rogers, Thor, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lucas Lee, Whoever You Want

* i dont really write for COD but the guys in there are HOT

top!masc reader

cw: size difference (smaller reader), smut

a monster with a huge dick made specifically for breeding finding himself laying against the cold stone floor of his cave with his cock slapping against his tummy while you, so much smaller than him, fuck him like he was born to be fucked.

or a strong, athletic guy with a six pack and a long list of suitors who wanna be dicked down by him. he doesn't understand how he ended up this way, how the mouth he used only to speak and bark orders in the bedroom ended up being used to suck your cock. How he ended up as a cocksleeve to the puny little assistant he used to tease all the time. How his long, thick, and veiny cock ended up becoming completely useless. How he ended up whimpering and moaning when you would tease him about it. About how cutely it's flopping around as you fuck him. Or how cute it is to see him humping a pillow with such a huge cock.

no one expected a man who towers over everyone and could easily split a person in half if he wanted to be a submissive little cockslut. It was shocking to see the stark difference in his appearance and personality once the alcohol hit. you never even considered him to be your partner, you thought he preferred to give. but what he really wants is to be used. no one would've ever imagined that he'd be so good at sucking dick. or how amazing he looks when he's in subspace

a monster who's very experienced when it comes to sex but extremely inexperienced when it comes to bottoming. a monster who laughs in your face for even suggesting that you top him. a monster who agrees to let you try, thinking you'd be far too small to make him feel good. a monster who merely chuckles confidently when you tell him it's the 'motion in the ocean' that matters. a monster who eats his words and gets his grin wiped off his face once you start eating him out. a monster who comes just from your tongue in his ass. a monster who begs for you to keep going. a monster who shakes the entire ground and scares off anyone nearby with his moans of pleasure. a monster who wishes his cock wasn't so big so he could see you better. a monster who creates a puddle of his own come thanks to a tiny human

[yuzusfinest]

“Bruce Wayne is a bottom even with the ladies” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when voices from the back speaks and commands silence in the room. “He’s right!” 2 people says. I look for the owners of the voices. it's Selina Kyle and Clark Kent

"that's factual information, I heard him behind the doors" someone added, the crowd were confused as to where the voice came from, but once they found the source they all screamed in excitement and applauded, it was Jason Todd going down from heaven to make the announcement

[batsyx]

😍😍😍😍

You asked for spicy sooo

Scene from the 20th chapter of LISMBWYD (you can read the fic here)

[axetivev]

~ Summary: Today is Bruce's birthday! Of course the birthday boy deserves a rest after serving Gotham. Especially a service from his beloved husband.

~ Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI!!, Husband!Reader, Slight Fluff, riding, Top!Bruce, Bottom!Reader.

~ Words: 385

~ A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR OUR OLD ASS VIGILANT! For my country's timeline, it's kinda late... but who gives a flip am I right? I hope everyone—B fans or just anyone enjoys this drabble!!

~ Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Male!reader

“B–Bruce… ah! Fuck!”

“Mhm, that’s me. M/N.”

Bruce was always a busy man. But when his birthday rolls in, you woke up early just to help Alfred breakfast in bed. The way Bruce’s face lit up seeing you wearing a red apron with the writing “Kiss the chef" and Alfred holding a birthday cake while the kids jumped, saying a big “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

He practically didn’t left a finger, everyone was helping Bruce with everything. The girls helping Bruce with cleaning manor, the boys with patrol, Alfred with cooking, and most importantly—his husband who was in charge to kept everything together. No fights in a day. The only thing Bruce had to do on his birthday was only relax. But there is something he had to do.

It’s not really what he had, but he needs. Since patrol was took over by the kids, Bruce was left in the Manor. Bored with nothing to do, Alfred was on his usual spot, reading endless amount of books. You? You were in your shared bed. Cleaning anything messy, this was a mistake.

And with that, here’s your current position; you were on top of him, his cock were balls deep inside of you as you slowly bouncing on top of Bruce. Even by that, you still able to moan so loudly. You felt your chest felt heavy after your climax you eventually lost count. Your hole was full, so full. Yet, you were still keep going, even after Bruce gave you a concerned look.

“M/N, seriously… we can stop now if you were tired, it’s fine. Really.” Bruce groaned, his hand held your waist, while the other held your hand, slowly tightened the moment his cock filled your hole.

“N–no… I’m fine, please—mgh—fuuFuck!” You paused for a moment as you felt a wave of climax crash into you as you cum on Bruce’s abdomen. You knew you should stop. But you couldn’t, Bruce was addicting, your hand tightened around his as you slowly continue.

Bruce admire it. The very view he saw. His hand gently caressing your knuckles, as the moonlight shined your rings with glory. Bruce smiled seeing your very body. He would usually saw birthdays as nothing special. But this? He loves it. He loved everything he experienced on this very day.

[churomo]

i dont want to be like you

[frownyalfred]

real fans know they’re the same person

[2kiran]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄?

this series contains top male reader. (#24aztober)

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄

track I. shotgunning ͙۪۪̥ logan howlett.

track II. double penetration ͙۪۪̥ könig.

track III. mask + daddy kink ͙۪۪̥ keegan russ.

track IV. deepthroating ͙۪۪̥ miguel o’hara.

track V. size kink ͙۪۪̥ spider-man noir.

track VI. filming + humiliation kink ͙۪۪̥ ghostface.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐎

track VIII. breathplay ͙۪۪̥ wade wilson.

track X. somnophilia ͙۪۪̥ din djarin.

track XII. pain + glove kink ͙۪۪̥ logan howlett.

track XIII. public sex ͙۪۪̥ bruce wayne.

track XIV. gun play ͙۪۪̥ sebastian krueger.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

track XV. face-fucking ͙۪۪̥ ghostface.

track XX. sex pollen ͙۪۪̥ keegan russ.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

track XXXI. monsterfucking ͙۪۪̥ zombie ghost.

all rights reserved © 2023 2kiran. these works belong to 2kiran. do not steal/copy, repost/promote on any platform, modify, or translate. I do not own the character images or frames.

[smutslutonao3]

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!!!

[eastofedean]

What use is a door if you can't exit? A door that can't be opened is called a wall. My father was on the other side of the wall.

[shatter me, tahereh mafi || home, supernatural || heartburn, nora ephron || devil's trap, supernatural || how do we forgive our fathers?, dick lourie || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || my father’s house (springsteen on broadway), bruce springsteen || everybody loves a clown, supernatural || father, the front bottoms || unknown || on the head of a pin, supernatural || lullaby on mount moriah, and: dioskouri, traci brimhall || mark maish || obit, victoria chang]

[r3ynah]

Danny didn't know that passing the Wayne Industry's astronomy exam and getting a scholarship was a very big deal here in gotham that the head of the Wayne Industry will come and meet your parents. . (you know cause Batman is Bruce yada yada and the watchtower) hell he just wanted to pursue his dream about working at space even though he can't be a astronaut.

What was he going to do when Bruce Wayne, The Bruce Wayne meets his parents? Run away in horror? Scream in Disgust? No. that's just tame, didn't Mr. Wayne have a reputation in adopting Black hair and blue eyed kids?

Oh shit, he had black hair and blue eyes, he didn't want to get taken away from his parents, can he say no? because he will not associate with another bilionnare over his dead cold body.

But what can he do? he actually really wants to study at Gotham and because he finally made new friends besides the amity parkers, so he just sucks it up and readied himself for the worst when the front door of his home opened.

"Ah! Mr. Wayne, please come in" His Dad Jack exclaimed, ecstatically.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" His mom Maddie continued with the same joy laced in her tone

Silence

He slowly looked up, and took a peek at Mr. Wayne... Danny stared in confusion at what met him.

what??? Why the hell is Bruce Wayne staring at his parents with a flushed face? Did he get a fever??

Bruce stood frozen in place, as he stared at the two very familiar people in front of him who only smiled mischievously. he sighed as he finally regained his composure, and gave the two adults a soft smile that says: 'i missed you two'

"Jack and Maddie" Bruce acknowledged, "It's certainly nice to see you both after such a long time.."

Which made Maddie and Jack grins wider.

Danny blinked 'Mom and Dad knew Mr. Wayne? that's impossible no one in the right mind will want to befriend his parents unless..'

then it all clicked, he groaned in his hand in distress.

when his parents said they were once in a polycule he didn't think they were serious, and with Bruce Wayne of all person they can come across to.

[hey-hey-j]

(sort of a companion piece to this)

older brother instinct

(★ my Kofi)

[up-beattt]

Bruce Springsteen and Clarence Clemons, Kansas City, KS, 1978. Photo by Pete Souza.

[nouearth]

Imagine getting used as a walking fleshlight by Bruce (Bale) and Clark (Corenswet) at the same time. Both high five'ing each other with dark lust filled eyes while Eiffel tower'ing you. Bruce's cock fulls your mouth so well, he then rubs his cock all over your face. Clark's thrusts are the strongest you've ever experienced, his balls slap against you as if they were a force of nature; you're holding onto ass and pulling him deeper inside you while Bruce rams into your throat like it's a fleshlight.

💌 : ugh, anon. my main men! (although i love pattinson just as much, bale just screams... daddy for me.) also, i—for some reason—love it when guys are showcasing douchey behavior when they're fucking, urgh.

for bruce, his cock had never felt so full and warm down your throat before. you could barely take him, but he was constantly peppering you in toe-curling praises so you tried your best to sheathe more of him inside of your mouth because you didn't want to disappoint him, or even clark for that matter.

the thick of his cock pushed all the saliva out of your mouth, drool dripping from either corners of your stretched lips, and as much as bruce loved seeing how much of a mess you'd become, reducing your identity to merely a flesh-light, he would pull his cock out and slide it over your lips to feed the saliva you'd dribbled back into your cock-addicted mouth.

you'd lap him up like you were a fiend for his cock, and bruce recognized that, exploiting your addiction when he'd pull himself out at times to hear you whine—to see your eyes widen with a plea that would drive him mad because they became so glossy. your brows etched with worry and agony as it seemed like he was stripping you away from a necessity to living.

the simple thought that you lived and breathed for his cock turned him on, fed his ego, and then fed yours because only you could make him feel so good like this. he would rub his cock all over your face, slap it across your cheek and nose occasionally, before jerking himself off to the scene of clark fucking you, his balls heavily rolling over your pretty features in midst. he'd then hold your cheeks, rough hands at the underside of your jaw, before he began fucking gloriously into your mouth because he was close. so fucking close.

for clark, the sounds of your gagging and gargling was enough to send him over the edge. with his heightened senses, he could hear every intricate noise that you'd deliciously graced him with; the small gasps you would inhale to recover your breath, only for you to gag and cough on them when bruce shoved his cock back inside of your mouth; the sloppy and wet squelches from the lube dripping from your hole as clark fucked his large cock madly into you; the nasal pitch of the bed creaking, a noisy proof of the men's absolute destruction on your body as they intend to break you.

sex with you was an exception to clark's habitual gentlemanly spirit as you drove him mad, teased him for being a goody two-shoes, for being too vanilla for your liking, and he wanted to prove you wrong. he wanted to prove to you that he could be both sides of the same coin, and if he went far enough, you'd beg for him to be easier on you next time.

he would pull your arms back and hold your two wrists together in one strong grip, allowing the position to contort your body in a way that emphasized the shape of your body. you felt your muscles flex, throb apprehensively because they've never been stretched like this before—stretched past their limits. and clark would maintain this position because he was addicted to seeing how the sweat collected at the dips of your back muscles, then rolled off the hill of your ass when your body struggled uncomfortably to meet his cock.

he was too big for you, much bigger than you'd taken before, and clark would make you remember that. he would instill a sense of fear within you—that you might completely break if he were to completely shove his large cock inside of you if he wasn't kind enough to control himself—restrain himself from filling you to the brim.

and he would also instill a craving within you—one that you'd find yourself thinking about his cock for hours, days, months—because you'll never find someone with a cock, a fuck like him. ramming into you hard yet steady, powerfully yet pacing, large and uncomfortable yet deliciously enthralling as clark would make every stretch soar to your senses, soar to make your throat hollow and dry—at least for the moment before bruce was shoving himself back inside of you. they'd chuckle, sometimes laugh not because you were embarrassing, but because you were so impressive to them that they didn't know how else to react other than with affection and laughter. they'd coo at you, pet at your head, tell you what a good boy you were, and fist bump whenever you deep-throated bruce and/or pushed yourself back into clark until he was balls-deep, until he pressed into a golden spot.

and they'd continue with you for hours, fucking you repeatedly, taking their turns with your mouth and ass, sometimes two cocks in one, and you'd never felt happier than being fucked in this moment. elated when bruce filled your mouth with his own cum; warm and creamy as it sat and spread thick on your tongue—your throat as you swallowed like the good boy you were. then full, when clark came into your ass. he held you close, pressing close to you until you were practically glued to him, and his balls jolted, twitched, and throbbed as he dumped his load in you. you can feel clark's cum seeping deeper into when he doesn't stop fucking into your hole, churning his cum into you until you memorized the shape of his cock, the way his cum spread thick inside of you. then finally leaking when he pulled out to see you push out his thick cum loads on instinct.

hehe, thank you for the imagine, anon! 💗 and now, i'm gonna pretend as if i didn't write all of that and create the illusion that i, in fact, am an innocent man.

[strangedesired]

Superwonderbat where Bruce keeps stealing Clark’s clothes anytime he can, to the point where whenever he’s at home, he is probably wearing a daily planet hoodie.

There is a problem.

He wants to wear Diana’s clothes, too. Badly.

Not only does it make him feel guilty that he’s only sporting one of his partner’s claims, he also loves the way Diana smells and her stuff always looks so comfortable, he wants to be able to lounge on the couch with a pair of Metropolis Meteors sweats on and snuggle into that plain gray hoodie he sees Diana wear all the time, his nose in the neckline to pick up the hints of vanilla and jasmine that follow his partner.

How does he solve this problem? He pouts.

Anytime he sees Diana in anything that’s not her uniform, he heaves a big sigh as he traces the fabric, sometimes going as far and to bury his head into her shoulder or stomach as he forlornly rubs his cheek into the material.

Once, he even tried to wear a sleep shirt of hers when he was staying at her place. By the time he got it over his shoulders, he had already ripped the neckline. Diana had laughed and told him it was okay, she likes him better sans shirt anyway and Bruce had to tamp down his disappointment. It was nobodies’ fault. Diana, despite her height, is smaller than him, with his broad stature and muscle bulk brought by years of work. It’s a silly thing to sulk over, but he can’t help it.

He thinks he’s being subtle about it.

He’s not.

Despite being the most elusive man in the world, he has trouble keeping stuff from Clark and Diana, especially when he really doesn’t want them to know. They talk about it, it takes them less than 5 minutes to deduce the problem and less than 7 to find a solution.

Diana buys a bunch of stuff in Clark’s size, hoodies and t-shirts and pj pants, and breaks them in. She pretty much wears only her new baggy clothing for a week. Then, she’s leaves it out for Bruce. A hoodie draped over the back of the couch, a t-shirt on top of his pillow in her bed, pajama pants waiting for him when he gets out of the shower.

He knows what they’re doing, knows they talked about it, but he can’t find it in himself to be bothered. When he saw the hoodie on the back of the couch and threw it on he thought it was a new one of Clark’s until he caught a whiff of Diana’s distinct detergent. Immediately, a smile takes over his face and he noses into the collar, taking a big whiff as he falls back into the couch. When he looks up, Clark is standing in front of him with a cocky smile on his face. “Looks good on you,” he says after giving Bruce a once over. He leans down and kisses the hair sticking out of the top of the hoodie before he disappears back out the door. Bruce hides his pink cheeks under the new garment.

The first time Diana sees him in one of her t-shirts, she gets why Clark likes it so much. He’s so cute and soft and hers. She basically dives on top of him where he’s laying on his couch, kissing all over his face until he’s breathless from giggling and shoving at her shoulders. She scoops him up to carry him to bed, holding him in a bridal carry and whispering, “my baby,” before she drops him on top of the duvet. She tells Clark they’re going to bed, curling up behind him and pressing her head in between his shoulders before wrapping an arm around his chest. Clark gets there a couple minutes later, smiling broadly at the sight of his two partners curled up together and the space left for him. He changes and kisses the back of Diana’s head before lying down on Bruce’s other side, letting himself be pulled against the other man so Bruce can tuck his head under his chin. They both hear the shy ‘thank you’ he mumbles as he squeezes each of their hands that he’s holding. Clark kisses his head and murmurs, “No problem, sweetheart.” Diana kisses the back of his neck with a whispered, “Anything for you.”