#gotham x male reader

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Bruce Wayne Head Canons

Bruce and Y/N met in their early childhood when Y/N's family and bruces meet at a fancy gala for the influential families in gotham.

They bond over their shared loneliness, as both are somewhat isolated due to their families status.

They often stuck together at the fancy parties they were made to go to.

After the death of bruces' parents, Bruce changed a lot due to the trauma. Bruce eventually found comfort in Y/N during it, accepting his friends support.

Y/N was quietly supportive, offering an understanding ear and a shoulder to lean on, helping Bruce cope with his grief. However, he never treated Bruce like glass, which he appreciated.

As children, they were often affectionate exchanging hugs when they thought the other needed them.

Bruce always brought him as his plus one or his date to events and obligations even before they began dating.

As they entered their teenage years, Y/N started to realize he had feelings for Bruce, finding himself attracted to his deep sense of justice and pretty face though he kept it hidden due to the worryof disrupting their friendship.

Bruce became fiercely protective of Y/N and took on the role of the knight in shining armour/guard dog

After a heartfelt confession from Y/N, they decided to date officially, navigating the vulnerabilities that surfaced due to their childhood history. Bruce often took Y/N on spontaneous dates that they both would enjoy.

Bruce is protective, obviously because they live in gotham.

In their relationship, Y/N often serves as the grounding force for Bruce.

Alfred is the one who sat them both down to give them the talk.

They experiment with intimacy, from soft, passionate kisses to playful teasing. Bruce loves to surprise Y/N with romantic gestures that lead to intimate moments, like candlelit dinners that end in deep kisses and heated discussions about their feelings.

After sex both are quite nurturing, often holding each other close and whispering reassuring words.

Y/N helps Bruce manage the challenges of being the vigilante while maintaining their relationship.

Y/N helps clean Bruce up after Bruce spent the night going around gotham as a vigilante

Tagging : @r0ttingpvppy

[sister-lucifer]

Inspire Me

Edward Nygma A.K.A. The Riddler x Male Reader

(This was inspired and technically written with The Riddler from Batman: The Audio Adventures in mind, but I feel like any version of Eddie works here) 

Genre: Smut

Summary: Edward has caught an unfortunate case of writer’s block, but he can always count on you to inspire him

Content/Warnings: Riding, praise, pet names, Edward cums inside 

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“Nothing, nothing, nothing!” 

Edward’s frustrated voice reverberated off the walls, the echoes of his anger ringing in your ears from the other room. You sighed to yourself at the sound.

No matter how smart Edward may be, no one is immune to writers block. It is a terrible plague that befalls evil and innocent alike, an indiscriminate ailment with no real cure, and he’d caught it bad. You could hear him quickly crumple up another few papers and toss them away, groaning loudly when they didn’t make it into the overflowing trashcan. 

For days now he had been pondering like this. He didn’t tell you exactly what had happened, but the Batman had done something or other that had gotten under his skin even more than usual. He’d been doing next to nothing but seething and brainstorming, but it seems nothing substantial had come of it. 

You always worried about Edward when he became like this. You hated seeing him upset, even if it was over something trivial, but you also knew that his greatest breakthroughs always directly followed his worst struggles. Any time soon now he would have his “eureka” moment, you could feel it. 

Of course, that’s not to say he wouldn’t need any help. 

“Oh, sweetheeeaaart!” Edward called to you in a sing-song tone. Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you immediately rushed to him. 

“Yes, Mr. Nygma?” You replied, poking your head into the doorway. The sight before you was a bit jarring, but certainly not unexpected. 

Edward was sitting on the floor accompanied by mountains of discarded papers, half-done drawings of possible inventions or plans of attack surrounding him on all sides. A few metal knickknacks and machine parts laid scarcely about as well. He quickly brushed some of the discarded items away with his arm upon seeing the face you made, but it did little to help. 

You could tell what he was going to ask you from the embarrassed, lopsided smirk on his face alone. 

You and Edward had been a team long before you became his “muse.” He had discovered your brilliant ability to inspire him through…intimate means completely by accident, but he was glad he did. He wasn’t sure how it worked—maybe it was the desperately needed stress relief, or the endorphin rush of an orgasm; it didn’t really matter—but it was more effective than anything he’d tried before. He only used it as a last resort of course (he didn’t want you to feel as though he was just using you), but you were more than happy to lend him a hand. 

Or a mouth. 

Or a hole. 

“My darling, my love, the light of my life,” He began, gesturing for you to come closer. He always did enjoy the overuse of pet names. “As I’m sure you can tell my recent attempts at criminal endeavors have not been very…” 

He flicked a paper ball away with a bored expression as he blew a lock of hair out of his face. 

“…Successful.” 

“Yes, Mr. Nygma, I’ve taken note.” You flashed him an understanding smile as you walked towards him, papers crunching loudly beneath your shoes. “Is there any way I can assist you?” 

Edward responded by simply patting his lap. 

Once you’d planted yourself on top of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close with a sigh. 

“Oh, my handsome muse! I’m afraid that my medium has not been kind to me,” He lamented, “Try as I might, no matter how many ideas I conjure nothing is good enough. I’ve exhausted all my resources…” 

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, one of your hands sliding down his arm to lace your fingers with his. You gave a playful squeeze, and you could hear the faintest giggle slip past Edward’s lips. 

“Eddie…” You whispered. Your warm breath against his ear nearly made him shudder. 

“Yes, my love?” 

You pulled back, looking him up and down and toying with the collar of his button up. 

“There’s no need to beat around the bush, you know. If you need me to inspire you, you only need to ask.” 

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“Oh, my inspiration! You beautiful thing, you!” Edward gushed, arms holding you tightly to his chest. The praise encouraged you to bounce faster, craving the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you. His restless hands groped and grabbed at every bit of soft flesh you had to offer, leaving no spot on the outside or inside of you untouched. 

“Oh, Eddie!” You mewled in return as you leaned in to press desperate kisses to his jawline. 

“Faster, sweetheart, please…” Edward pleaded. You could feel each heavy breath he took as his chest rose and fell against your own. Your hands held tightly to his shoulders to keep your balance, nails digging into the wrinkled fabric of his loose button up. “More, my love! I can feel it— I can feel your wonderful inspiration! You are absolute perfection, my muse!” 

The best part of his sweet praises was knowing that he meant each and every word. 

Edward adored you. You were the very spirit of his creativity, and he was reminded of it every time he turned to you for ideas. 

Edward needed you in more ways than one, and he was never ashamed to show it. 

“Oh, s-sweetheart—!” He stuttered, an unusual habit for him that only you were ever allowed to witness, “Sweet boy, I-I’m close—!” 

He didn’t have to warn you; you’ve done  this more than enough times to see all the signs. You felt every little twitch of his cock inside of you, and he felt every subtle quiver of yours in return. The feeling of your leaking member grinding against his stomach as you rode him brought him satisfaction to no end. 

“My love, please, will you give me the honor…?” Edward asked, his words soft and sincere against your shoulder. 

“Of course, Eddie,” You replied eagerly. You’d never hesitate to let Edward fill you up, just how you both liked. “Anything for you.”

It was clear you were losing your rhythm now, all your focus directed to angling your hips to hit just the right spot. Edward bucked up into you in return, throwing his head back with a drawn out moan as you squeezed around him. Soon he was thrusting into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. 

“Yes, yes—! Just a bit more! God, mmph—! Perfection!” 

His words of encouragement were sprinkled between frantic calls of your name, which soon took over any attempt at forming a cohesive sentence. He held on to you for dear life, practically screaming for you as he came. The sudden warm rush of him filling you was enough to give you the last extra push you needed. 

“Oh, Eddie!” 

Your last cry was shrill and broken, barely managed between incessant noises of pleasure. Edward hummed in delight at the feeling of your cum falling across his chest. 

Soon you slowed to a stop, both of you going silent as you caught your breath. You rested your forehead on Edward’s chest as he stroked your hair tenderly. 

“Oh, my love, that was exactly what I needed…” Edward said through heavy breaths. You couldn’t help but grin at that. 

“I can feel the ideas flowing, the perfect plan is in my sights— Oh, yes! That’s it! I’m so glad I have you.” The more he spoke the more giddy with excitement he became, muttering to himself in who knows what languages as you stared up at him dreamily. He was adorable when he was like this. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, one you both smiled into.

“You have no idea how much of a help you’ve been, my love. I can’t thank you enough.” 

You shifted in Edward’s lap, placing your hand over his where it rested on your side. 

“You’re welcome, Eddie. I’ll always be here to inspire you.” 

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[allzelemonz]

Dark Side: Edward Nygma X Male Reader

Prompt: Request, bottom reader with 'Riddler mode' Ed Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward Nygma's darker side, rough sex, soft Ed at the end, he's arguing with himself, counter sex Summary: When you come home Ed's apartment is a mess and you find your boyfriend a bit out of sorts. It's nothing you can't handle.

It’s easy to tell what kind of Edward Nygma you’ll be presented with once you walk in the door. Ed is relatively neat and quiet. He may be making tea or reading or maybe fiddling with some new fixation when you come home. This new, darker side of Ed is different, the Riddler is different. He leaves a mess and does not work quietly at all. When you open the door and the Riddler’s mind is working, it sends a very clear message.

When you roll open the door that message is there. Papers litter the floor as if they were thrown into the air or some other act of frustration akin to Ed’s darker half. Your eyes catch on a knife left on the countertop, the light reflecting off of it in a way that makes it hard to miss. You set your things in their usual place and move toward the center of the room. The knife left out has a bit of blood on the edge.

Your focus turns to the bathroom when you hear something fall. The light is on and the door is ajar. Ed must have cut himself making dinner. There are greens strewn across a cutting board, but most of them are on the floor with the papers now. Something else falls in the bathroom and Ed yells something, but it’s muffled by walls.

“Ed, I’m home…”

Your declaration brings silence in its wake. Ed stops yelling and the bathroom door creaks open.

“When did you get here?”

Ed certainly isn’t himself. It’s clear this is his ‘dark side’ talking. His voice is a bit deeper, darker. His glasses aren’t on his face and now you know he’s been talking to -- yelling at -- himself in the mirror again.

“Just now, you okay?”

He chuckles, “You mean, ‘is Ed okay?’”

“You’re Ed” You raise an eyebrow and attempt a smile.

He is Ed. A twisted and dark version of your boyfriend that may or may not send shivers up your spine, but he’s still Ed.

“Oh,” He smiles. “He wishes he was me.”

“Are you gonna answer my question?”

He takes a step toward you and you mirror him, stepping back. He grins at your reaction and follows you until you run into the counter behind you. He presses himself into you, his hand resting on the back of your head to make you look at him.

“Ed’s never made you feel like this.”

“Ed-”

He shushes you and his knee presses between your legs. His lips press against yours and his other hand squeezes at your waist. The shiver in your spine turns warm to match the rising temperature in your body. He moves both of his hands to unfasten your pants. He turns you around, pressing your stomach flat against the counter as pulls down both your underwear and pants.

The sudden and somewhat forceful contact with the counter has left you trying to catch your breath. Just as air is able to reenter your lungs it’s ushered out by the jarring feeling of Ed’s wet fingers entering you. He wastes no time in adding another and stretching you out with harsh motions. Ed, the not-so-dark Ed, is much softer than this. He can be rough, but not like this.

There’s a quiet sound of a zipper and a few seconds later there is some sense of familiarity. As different as they are, it’s still Ed that’s lining his dick up to fuck you into the counter. Every inch that presses you, that makes your hips push against the cabinets, is as familiar as ever. Not as familiar is the twitch you feel as you realize how much your own hardness aches. When he’s settled and buried deep inside of you, he takes your arms and pulls them behind you back. There’s a light pain in your shoulders as he twists your arms in his hold.

“You know he’s screaming right now, he thinks I’m going to hurt you.” He jerks your arm back and you groan at the slight pain. “I might, if you ask nicely.”

Every other sensation is rendered to nothing as Ed starts to pull out and push back in. With each thrust he speeds up and you try to pull at his hold on your arms to steady yourself against the countertop, but his grip is completely sound.

“Are you scared of me?” He whispers in your ear.

You attempt a response, but all that comes out is a whimper as he hits just the right spot inside of you.

“I bet you are.” He slows his pace as he leans down to press a kiss to the skin behind your ear. “But I also bet that when Ed told you he had a ‘dark side’, you fantasized about this.”

“Ed, please.”

“What?” He chuckles.

“Faster.”

He obliges without another word, slamming into you again and again as you try to press your dick against the cabinets to get some kind of friction. He reads your movements and reaches a hand down to pump in time with his thrusts. It only takes a few more seconds of his relentless fucking for you to release. He keeps going, chasing his own high now. Just as you come down from bliss you can feel his grip on you tighten as he cums inside of you. His head dips down and rests against your shoulder as he softens and his hold on your arms ends.

“Are you alright?” Ed asks.

Not the darker side of Ed, just your regular Edward Nygma. There’s a bit of a crack in his voice, like he’s on the verge of tears. His face is buried in your shirt and he’s probably scared to move until he’s sure you’re okay.

“I’m fine, Ed.”

“Oh thank God.” He sighs.

He, very slowly, pulls out of you and helps you stand. Your legs are wobbly and there’s a feeling of dull pain where you were repeatedly pushed -- slammed more so -- into the counter. But the feeling that lingers over you is something like a tangible glow. You don’t ever want it to go away.

“Did he hurt you?” Ed asks, his eyes trying to catch yours.

“Yeah,” You groan and Ed worriedly looks you over. “But, I kind of liked it.”

“You, you -- What?”

“It’s okay, Ed.”

“I’m just having some trouble understanding.”

You smile at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “He’s your darker half, that’s all. He’s still you.”

Ed looks at you, lost still. You press a kiss to his lips and rest your forehead against his.

“Let’s lay down and I’ll explain it to you, okay.”

Ed nods silently and you both lie down in bed. Not much talking actually takes place. Ed just likes to hold you close. In the back of his mind, visible only to him, his darker half lays across from you with an unwavering smirk.

[malereader-inserts]

let us live, for we must die.

Fandom: Gotham Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Male!Reader Summary: you only had minutes left Word Count: 1,358

What a fucking mess was you can think as you look down at yourself. Your shirt was fucking ruined. There's no way the stains will ever come out.  

As if you would care - you're too familiar with blood anyway. Then again, this was different, this time it was your blood. You wish you could kid yourself into thinking you'll be throwing another shirt out, but you know full well with the amount of blood seeping out of you that this was the shirt you were dying in.

You'd hope you'd go out in nicer clothes, but it seems like God had other plans for you. You wish you were a better person, but trouble comes finding you and you seek out trouble - it was a complicated relationship.

Complicated relationship? You know of another relationship dear to you.

Oswald.

You groaned as tried to sit up, hastily fishing out your phone in your pocket. You ignored your hands, shaky and covered in blood from when you tried blocking it from rushing out of the gaping wound in your abdomen, foolish enough to think you could make it out.

You blinked a few times, when did you get so dizzy? Is this what it feels like? All those innocent people who died because of Gotham's villains felt like this before dying? You heaved a heavy breath, you've been injured so many times before, you know how to calm yourself down in times like this.

Once your vision returned momentarily, your shaky hands hover over your phone screen. It takes you two attempts at your password before it unlocks, and you were straight to recent calls.

Oswald is fourth on the list, after the two detectives and Zsasz. You coughed out a chuckle, Oswald is fourth? He was so much more than a fourth-place spot.

You manage to hit his name, smearing your screen with blood before placing the phone near your ear. With that out of the way, you slowly drag yourself onto a lying position, your non-dominate hand landing back on the wound. It won't do much, but it gives you peace of mind.

The ringing takes a little longer than usual, ultimately, you like to think that Oswald cared about you. But, you know Oswald is usually busy, if he doesn't pick up then he'll call you back within the hour.

Pick up Oz.

Finally, the call is picked up, it felt like a lifetime and in those mere seconds you realise dying is so much better when you're not alone.

"(Y/n), dear?" Oswald's voice rang through, you smile to yourself, relaxing under his voice, "Aren't you busy? I thought you were out on a case with Gordon and Bullock?"

God, you just wish he was there. You wished your goodbye wasn't some phone call with shitty reception and even shittier timing. Because you hadn’t thought to say goodbye sooner, and now you have minutes at most. Because maybe you had this coming.

"Yeah, found a dead end so we're back to the drawing board," You lied, and you felt dirty - why are you lying to him in your last moments? Couldn't you just let your guard down for once? "Thought I would check up on you before I get pulled away."

"Oh," Oswald hums, and you can hear him smile, "I'm alright, Zsasz is out at the moment, you know with stuff."

"Yeah, stuff."

That's how your relationship was, complicated, not telling each other the full story because you two were on opposite sides, you weren't supposed to be his companion and yours his. You don't use him for information and he doesn't do the same back. Perhaps, the relationship wasn't that complicated.

"Found anything of Nygma?" You ask eventually, out of curiosity, might as well get all the information before you die.

"No, manage to hide again, I was hoping you could point me in his direction," There was a tease in his voice, and you can't help but chuckle.

You cough, moan then adjust your position, "Sorry, I can't help, Jim doesn't tell me anything about stuff like that."

"Worth a shot," Oswald says, you can imagine the little man shrugs his shoulders. You can hear soft banging on his end, you know that it was him with a cane moving, "Are you okay? I did hear you moan, and not the good kind."

"I'm okay," Liar. "Sparring with Zsasz is rough, I have a few bruises here and there." Half lie.

"Maybe ask if you can get the rest of the night off while it's still young?" Oswald suggested, his voice laced with worry. You closed your eyes, knowing full well if he knew what state you are in - it would be more than worry within his words, "Or, just go home without asking. I could spend more time with you - it feels like a long time ago when we spent a full night together."

"Yeah, that'll be nice."

Your vision starts going black around the edges, and your hand feels numb in its grip around the phone. You consider passing out, but Oswald’s talking again, and there's no way you're missing that.

"Just us two, no distractions."

A wave of dizziness hits you and the black spots in your vision return. This is it, you know it, but why are you still clinging on? That's right, you haven't really said your final words, meaningful words to a person you care for.

"Hey, Oz," You softly speak, a cough managed to escape, "I was just wondering, you know I love you right?"

"Of course I do," Oswald snaps, though his tone is different with you when he snaps. He has the slight undertone of 'why would you doubt me?', "Why did this come up?"

"Curiosity, I know I haven't been the best with emotions and speaking about it, but I'm glad you know that I love you. That you mean the world to me, you know? We've been busy with a lot of stuff, we barely see each other, so I had to make sure."

"You're rambling."

Right. It was the panic that set in as you close your eyes, you know you're crying but you can't let Oswald know that. You sucked up a big breath, trying not to choke on your tears or blood for that matter.

"Sorry."

"Tell me all about it when you come home later, okay?" Oswald's voice returns to soft and caring, "I don't want to hold you up in your little detective cases."

"Right, yeah, I'll see you soon, I love you."

"And I love you too."

You hear the beep of the phone call ending, and you lie there still as your phone drops from the non-existent grip. You felt the panic wash away with a sense of peace.

You breathe out your last breath, a soft smile planted on your face with the thought that Oswald loves you.

It was the dead of the night and you still had not returned home. Oswald considered coming to your work but only stopped himself to respect your boundaries.

Oswald does not expect Jim by himself at the front door. His face is a mask of sorrow and whatever it is, Oswald doesn’t want to hear it.

“I’m so sorry."

But, Oswald can’t hear him. His mind’s replying to their last conversation, with your coughing and adverting the topic of calling it a night, and he should have known. Should’ve kept you on the phone, gone to you, anything.

"I almost didn't pick it up," Oswald managed to utter, Jim tiling his head before continuing, "He called me while… while he was—injured. While he was dying, and I almost didn’t pick up.”

Now, he sees it, replaying your final words. You used your last energy to talk to him rather than calling for help.

"He used his last minutes with me."

"He loved you, Oswald, he made sure he said it before he died."

There was a stabbing pain in Oswald's chest, it felt like his world was falling apart. Oswald swallowed his grief for a mere moment as he grips his cane tighter.

"Who killed him?"

[lonleywriters-blog]

How would Jim (Gordon) react, seeing male s/o wearing a skirt, both sfw and nsfw if you feel comfortable, ty♡

(write for more if u want hun, thank you♡!!)

Jim Gordon reacting to male s/o in skirt hc's

Sfw

Jim loves shopping and helping you pick out skirts

He thinks you look great in them

He will match his belt or tie to your skirt color

Blushes when you walk in front of him especially stairs

He adores when he can show you off in public

He only lets you wear mid thigh or lower to his work

He says it's basic dress code for all skirts even visits

Nsfw

He loves to bend you over when you wear your skirts

If you wear a short one it really gets him going

Clean in a mini skirt and he will take you right there

He gets so riled up when you tease him wearing a mini skirt in public

He isn't scared to take you in a bathroom stall

If you show up to him work in a small skirt he will take you over his desk

(pray Harvey doesn't walk in)

[nyxnygma]

A m!reader or gn! Reader with zsasz? (Smut if you’re comfortable) breaking into Penguins house looking for info and Zsasz catches them

Caught || Victor Zsasz

[Victor Zsasz x M!Reader]

Summary: you get caught by Zsasz that results in the you and the assassin participating in flirty banter

Warnings: sexual innuendo, violence, held captured, knife stuff

Masterlist

A/N: I haven’t watched Gotham in ages and I’m tired so I apologise if it’s rubbish. I’m also sorry this took so long. Also no smut for male readers cause I don’t want to make it seem like I’m sexualising the relationship and also idk how to write them

You knew it was a dangerous mission, but you took it anyways. Tabitha hired you to find any information that could assist in bringing down Penguin and she was offering big bucks.

Slowly, you snuck through the window of the office and let your eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere. You head straight for the desk; you knew Penguin would not be so stupid to have his dark secrets spilled out on the desk for anybody to find but you had to start somewhere. The papers were stacked neat upon the in table and you flicked the through them quickly but only found bills and receipts, just as you expected.

Moving to the bottom draw, you feel a floorboard creak beneath your foot. You knew it was cliché but you moved and lifted the wooden panel to find a large tin box. “Jackpot,” you whisper under your breath.

“Jackpot indeed,” another voice chuckled before you were knocked out.

Your eyes slowly opened. You must be wearing a blind fold because you couldn’t see your surroundings. “Shit,” you murmur. You couldn’t believe that you were caught.

“Have a nice sleep?” The voice spoke again.

“Tell me who you are,” you demand.

“Alright, Zsasz,” he chuckles, “you could’ve just asked though, no need for the attitude.”

“Oh yeah; no need for attitudes. I’m just tired to a chair and blindfolded,” you scoff. You had heard of Zsasz, everyone has. He is notorious for being the most sadistic sociopath in Gotham, which is quite the accomplishment.

“You’re a snarky one, aren’t you?” He sniggers, “If it makes you feel better you look hot tied up.”

“Did you just- are you flirting with me?” The shock in your voice was evident.

Zsasz chuckled once more, “You wouldn’t blame me if you saw yourself.”

“Take this blind fold off then,” You shrug. You were about to open your mouth to speak again but was stopped when you felt the cold metal of a blade being dragged across your cheek before cutting the fabric over your eyes.

You blinked hard four times as you eyes settled to the bright room. You must have been out for the whole night.

“Ta-Da!” Zsasz smirks. You examine the assassin before you; admiring the black fashion that adorned him. You also took in account the weapons that decorated he belt. “Checking me out, huh?”

“Just finding a way to get out of here,” you smile smugly up at him.

He shakes his head, “you can try but you will not succeed.”

“We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” You roll your eyes. You flinch as a strong gloved hands held your chin and jolts your head up.

“You have such gorgeous eyes,” he hums before revealing the small knife in his other hand, “it’ll be a shame if I had to remove them.”

“What do you want?” You sigh in -embarrassing quick- defeat.

“That’s better, handsome,” Zsasz stepped back, letting your chin go, “I want to know why you were snooping around the boss’ office. Who sent you?”

“What makes you think I was sent?” You tilt your head.

“Since Penguin has no affiliation with you and you obviously look like a common thief so why would you go to his office when it is public knowledge the valuables are upstairs?” he shrugs.

You blinked.

“Oh come on, pretty boy,” he sighs dramatically (you blush at the nickname), “it’s Penguin who wants to know. I was happy to kill you right there and then. So who sent you?”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” you smile smugly up at him. You decided to play along with his flirting game.

You weren’t expecting the assassin to do it but he held your chin once more and brought your lips together but it only lasted fifteen seconds. “So. Who sent you?” You looked up at him wide eyed with blushing cheeks. “Oh come one, handsome, a deal is a deal.”

“This woman at the Siren,” you break the eye contact and look down to the carpeted floor.

“Which woman?” He presses for more information. He moved to stand behind you and held your shoulders, the contact making you jump a little.

“I don’t know her name.”

“Yes you do.”

“I don’t!”

“Hmmm.. yeah you do.”

“This woman just walked up to me and knew who I was.”

“Barbara or Tabitha.”

“What?”

“The Siren, right?” He leans forward so his face was beside yours, “so was it Barbara Kean or Tabitha Galavan?”

“I didn’t catch her name, sorry,” you shrugged.

“Oh honey,” you for his hot breath on your neck, “this is gonna be a long night.

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Hello! I just wanted to make this post saying that I now do fic and headcannons! This is my master list for my fandoms and boundaries!

Fandoms I'm a part of

Avatar(Blue cat people)

PJO

Star Wars

Assassin's Creed

Simon Snow

Marvel

COD

Resident Evi

RDR2

Mortal kombat

The Boys

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Gotham TV show

Boundaries

I won't do mary sue, gary sue readers or anything like that.

I won't do rape, internalized homophobia, hebephelia, or anything along those lines!!

Same thing with DV, abuse or addicted related things

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[justabunchofproblems]

I AM TAKING REQUESTS.

pleaaaase, ask me something i want to write.

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And probably other ! read the rules before asking. much love <33

[spectral-rat]

YES. Please people either specify that your about to use she/her, or if that is just to much work, DONT FUCKING USE SHE/HER.

Like and reblog if you can relate to this

GN and Male Readers after they see she/her pronouns in an X Reader story that shows no specification of the Reader's gender until the very last minute:

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

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CW -content warning  G- General audience  M: Mature  E: Explicit

Adrian chase

Head canons

Friends with benefits

Fics

Bruce Wayne

Head canons

Fics

Anti hero vigilante reader dating Bruce

Dating Bruce wayne

Christopher Smith

Head canons

Fics

Damian Wayne

Head canons

Being Damian vigilante best friend

Fics

Dick Grayson

Head canons

Fics

Take me back - I Rated G I Cw: none I tags : second chances, Getting back together Green eyed monster I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : Fluff, Jealousy , Established relationship Praise - I Rated M I Cw :none I Tags : Smut, praise kink, Sub/Dom dynamics , sub reader, Dacryphillia

Gar logan

Head canons

First "I love you" with Gar Logan

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice |Rated G | no cw | tags: Fluff , Established Relationship I wont say I'm in love - I Rated G I CW: none I Denial of feelings, found family, Crushes

Jason Todd

Head canons

Dating Jason ToddDating Jason Todd V2

Fics

Original sin - |Rated M | cw : Mentions of Choking kink | tags: Established Relationship, sexual tension, Implied Sex Against the Odds - I |Rated G | cw : Mentions of blood | tags: hurt/comfort, Established Relationship Burnt Out I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : established relationship, hurt/comfort Whispers in the Dark - I Rated G I CW: none I Tags :Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, established relationship shrapnel I Rated G I CW : Blood and injury I Tags : Hurt/ comfort, getting back together Established relationship, hurt reader Do you Regret it? I Rated G I CW : none I Hut/no comfort, Past relationships, right person wrong time

My Oh My - | Rated E | CW: none | Tags: Smut, rough sex, unestablished relationship |

Jerome Valeska

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Dating Jerome

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Tim Drake

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Coming soon

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The act of holding hands I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : Established relationship, Fluff, no hurt/All comfort

Group Head cannons

Jealous Titans boys Batboys being a older brother Batboy dating a swiftie S/O Bat boys defending their S/O The Robin's with a S/O who loves to paint them Dc boys with a Short Emo S/O Dc boys with a violinists S/O Dc boys dancing with their S/O Dc boys taking care of sick S/O Dc boys with a S/O who doesn't take care of himself

[sheep-from-rad]

Idea! Neglected bar singer darling.

The joint they sing in is on the very outskirts of Gotham. The bars in the basement of a restaurant.

Its pretty clear darling is saving up money to slowly inch away from Gotham and from there neglectful and sometimes (often) cold family.

So they dress as a Him/femme/them fatale and saunter up to the stage and sing there lil heart out and get both the thrill of all the attention in a room being on them and the money in there tip jar to boot.

Imagine what happens when a clip of darling singing goes fucking viral. (I'd like to think it's would be "be your baby tonight" give it a listen if you want. I like norah jones' cover)

What I'm saying is there is no way any of the batfam would approve of darlings career choice.

I love this kind of asks!~ Requests are now open again but we warned, I'm a snail paced writer T__T This took a while because I have this habit where I write it down first on paper before typing it. Like I make a draft first and reread before typing it to see if I should add more or remove some. First fic about singer reader: here and part 2 here. 😅

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Okay okay, here me out. I know you said secret bar under a restaurant but my brain read the word ‘bar’ and ran away with it 😭. 

You know what this smells like? Scandal and maybe even a disaster waiting to happen too. You know what's a famous bar in Gotham? The Iceberg lounge that is run by Mr. Cobblepot (Penguin) and  is frequented by rogues  such as Riddler. 

Life in the Iceberg Lounge isn't that bad, maybe intimidating at first but it became a small comfort. Mr. Cobblepot lets you keep the tips, the lounge beauties (Raven, Lark, and Jay) are great companies, and workplace harassment? You don't really have to worry about that. If you ever get flirted on or harassed by small fries and drunkards and then rest assured a bigger, scarier person at the back of the crowd will beat the harasser and throw them out. They might be villains but they have standards and harassing the lounge’s songbird is a big no no! 

The clip of the singer reader went viral for a ton of different reasons: (1) The singing and the amount of simps you raked 24 hours after the clip has been posted. I have a headcanon that Mr. Cobblepot will nickname you as either Nightingale or Songbird to fit the crew because the lounge beauties are nicknamed after birds.(2) People can see villains just chilling at the background of the video. Riddler's nursing a whiskey at the counter, Two face is playing chess with Penguin who is multitasking in helping mix some drinks. Hell, even Harley and Ivy are in the background having a moment with the strippers.

(3) Why is Bruce Wayne’s kid at the Iceberg lounge? I have a teeny tiny headcanon that even though the reader was neglected they are still forced to attend galas once or twice because Bruce won't and then it will be like a big media scandal. Also reader's public appearances with Bruce or with the other Wayne children might be low but they still have hundreds of followers. The Wayne name alone is basically a celebrity name because of Bruce being heavily revered by the public. Think of it like nepobaby shit. (4) That stage presence and sheer seductiveness. Being a Wayne, I'm sure the reader was taught etiquette by Alfred and was taught how to dress properly. They are also taught how to behave. However on that vid, you look like you were dressed by the Gotham sirens (Ivy, Harley, and Selena) themselves. All those good boy, good girl, good child stuff are out of the window. If the reader was just blending in the background before and the video is the opposite. It's almost commanding every viewer to look at them, pay attention to them, worship the very ground they walk on, and love them! At this point just expect simps. 

The family loves the video but at the same time they also hate it. They had their copies downloaded and saved and then they'll immediately task Barbara into scrubbing the video off of the internet but it's too late. The video has been re-uploaded to hundreds of different accounts and some  news outlets had already published articles about it. The articles ranged from sweet ones like praising the reader for their awesome stage performance and singing to downright insane clickbaits like ‘Bruce Wayne secretly allied with Gotham rogues?’ 

The whole thing is very stressful and I pray to the DC gods that Bruce Wayne is very healthy because this guy's blood pressure might as well go high up. Imagine trying so hard to keep up with the ditzy playboy public persona to hide your vigilante secret identity only for your kid to be filmed singing and being cozy at the Iceberg lounge. Not only that! You also placed yourself in danger too! It's not a secret that a lot of rouges knew Batman's real identity (Joker knows it, he just doesn't care. He's so cool for that). Sure they don't attack Batman when he's Bruce and sure they are a sweet pseudo-family to you right now but who's to say that they won't use you when push comes to shove? 

While Bruce deals with the media, Barbara and Tim work on the damage control and tracking every video, expect heavy guilt tripping and interference from Damian, Dick, and even Alfred (in his defense, he wants you safe and will only ask for you to get a better job or at least work in a place not frequented by villains). Dick will be actively poisoning the well. He'll make you sit down and read the crime archives with him (starting from the heaviest crime down to the pettiest crime) and will tell you stories about their encounters with each of them. Damian will try to keep you from getting to work and will try to keep you in your room if you haven't moved out of the estate. He'll ask you to go around with him, feed his pets with him and even asked you to watch him train (he doesn't know how bonding works, please be understanding). If you had left the estate and then expect him to show up and walk in your place like he owns it. He's one of those cats that you feed once and then suddenly shows up and won't leave you alone anymore. 

Oh, you still won't come home? You still wanna continue that dangerous job of yours? Pick your poison then. Do you want them to call Jason to get to the bar and take you home, knowing him some heads will sure go flying. Or do you want the family to stage a stakeout, infiltrate the bar, and capture and lock up all the villains forever. Go on, go choose. 

[allzelemonz]

Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 6: Clothing Swap Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/Mature Themes Warnings: Oswald stays in the closet to get votes, mentions of sex, Ed knows everything and doesn't hate Oswald, Oswald isn't in this very much Summary: After a long night of celebration you arrive at the mayor’s office wearing Oswald’s tie. Luckily for you, Edward is a good friend.

Working on the mayoral campaign for Oswald Cobblepot brought about many new things. You and Oswald grew much closer as the victory neared. All the while you began to notice that Edward Nygma has a way of noticing little details that no one else would. He can tell when Oswald is acting odder than usual, he can tell when you’re not as focused as you should be, and, most of all, he sees the little hints of dishevelment in everyone.

This is something you didn’t quite know until it was too late.

Oswald claims victory like anyone else would. He drinks, he cheers, and he spends the night with his boyfriend. After such a great victory the night is a long one with hours of telling Oswald just how good of a mayor he’ll be. The dear little Penguin lives for praise just as much as he lives for the thrill of crime.

When morning comes around it becomes clear that Oswald will be arriving to the office late due to his limp ‘acting up’ as you’ll say. A simple flare up of an old injury. Nothing scandalous or something people may look down on. You tuck him in, leave a small breakfast on his nightstand, and give him a kiss goodbye. He gives you a small groan in farwell as you brush back his tousled hair.

When you arrive at the mayor’s office you’re swarmed with cameras. Your exact relationship with Oswald isn’t quite public in order to save face and get more support, but the people seem to know you’re close to the new mayor. Some news sources equate your relationship to that between brothers. You push through them and into the building where Edward waits with a clipboard.

“Where’s Oswald?” He asks as if every plan for the day is in immediate jeopardy.

“Sleeping in, his leg’s acting up.”

Edward walks beside you, silent for a moment as he processes the information you’ve given him.

“He has a lot to do today-”

“I know, Ed.” You cut him off, pinching the bridge of your nose as you feel a headache come on. “He’ll be here when he can present a strong front, just do what you can for now.”

Edward stops you, grabbing your arm to turn and face him. “You expect me to play mayor in his absence?”

“I expect you to keep the office running while Oswald recovers.”

He stares at your blankly, eyes glancing down to your chest.

“What?” You asked, exasperated.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“It’s something, Ed.” You sigh and grit your teeth. “Tell me in a non-riddle format.”

Ed presses his lips together. “Well, it’s simply that…” He pauses again, thinking his words through.

“Ed!”

“That’s not your tie.” He blurts out.

You look down to see the red-ish purple spotted tie that Oswald had worn the night before. In your rush of gathering clothes you must have grabbed in by mistake.

“Shit.” Your hands go to your head in worry.

The press saw you with it on. Any little rat with too much time on their hands could spin this and out Oswald. It could cost him support, funding, a chance at reelection. Considering the worst case scenario, nothing is looking good.

“There are spares in the breakroom, I'll take it and we can hope no one noticed you.”

You untie the knot and hand the tie over to Ed. He takes it in his pocket and you both walk to the breakroom where you grab another tie. None of the staff see you, thankfully.

“What time is the parade?” You ask as you tie the new tie.

“We have to be in the lineup in an hour.”

“Get everything together, I’ll call Oswald and get him up.” You start towards the door.

“You should brush your hair.” You stop in your tracks.

You sigh and brush a hand through your hair, patting it down as best you can before opening the door. You spend the rest of the day covering up why Oswald is limping more than usual and staring at yourself in the mirror to double, then triple check that you didn’t swap anything else of Oswald’s. It isn’t until you're back in Oswald’s office with he and Ed that you feel relaxed. Until Ed points out that Oswald is wearing your watch.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 29: Sofia Falcone x Male!Reader - the affair

You were born to hate each other and yet somehow you and Sofia Falcone fell in love instead. 

Being a Maroni your fathers pitted you against one another your entire lives and during your teenage years you did despise each other but somewhere along the way into adulthood your feelings changed. 

It started the night you two had dinner to find a compromise for your fathers on some issue they were having, she looked beautiful and you were as charming as ever and you ended up screwing in the bathroom of the restaurant. 

You two vowed to never let it happen again until she was showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night desperate for you. 

This affair has being going on for years but after nearly being caught one too many times you decided it was best to have a secret apartment just outside of the city that was the only place you would meet up. 

“Oh fuck,” she moans as she rides you, her head thrown back as you grope her chest. 

Sofia texted you on the burner phones you used to communicate asking if you were free for a late night rendezvous so you ditched your crew and made your way across the city.

When you arrived you tried to make small talk if she wanted a glass of wine but she immediately dragged you to the bedroom instead. 

She grins down at you, putting her hand around your neck and lightly gripping as she bounced harder in your lap, her other hand planted on your chest to keep her steady. 

You gasp as she chokes you a little harder, smiling and thrusting your hips upwards to knock her off balance so you could flip her over.

“Nice try Falcone, I'm the one in charge here,” you smirk, now on top of her and thrusting steadily into her.

“Only because I let you,” she scoffs, digging her nails into your back. 

You and Sofia were both extremely competitive, constantly fighting for dominance in the bedroom. 

“Let me? I'm a Maroni I do whatever I want,” you chuckle, harshly nipping at her neck. 

“Oh please, do I need to remind you how you were begging for me to fuck you with the strap on last week?” Sofia taunts, groaning as your movements become a little more frantic as you were getting closer to the edge. 

“I can just stop right now if you want to be a smartass,” you huff, slowing your hips but Sofia grabs you by the throat making you look her in the eyes.

“Don't you dare fucking stop.”

You grin proudly, picking the pace back up as Sofia snakes her hand down her body to rub at her clit. 

Her eyes screw shut, wanting to cum before you like she was winning a game, moaning loudly when she cums around your cock.

She rides out her high and soon you're cumming too, quickly pulling out and shooting all over her stomach. 

Your eyes glaze over her body, glistening from sweat and covered in your cum. 

“Don’t look at me like you just marked your territory,” she says playfully. 

“But you're mine Falcone,” you smile, kissing along her chest and up to her lips.

“My father would have you killed if he heard you say that,” she teases into the kiss.

“Best he never finds out then,” you say kissing her harder. 

[theodorecanaryhood]

Protective, possessive and Passionate

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Warning: swearing, drinking and sex

It was no secret that your boyfriend, Jason, is extremely protective of you. He likes to make sure you’re safe, even if he is in the line of fire, he also wants you to always remember that you’re his.

‘See how that looks’ Jason turned your face a little so you could see clearly the red mark on your neck.

Jason always marked his territory for other men to see, for them to know you’re off limits.

Jason drove you to work, holding your hand in his, you never complained and always thought it cute. A guy as big as Jason, to be so needy and like a puppy at times.

‘Have a great day, love you’ Jason spoke softly as he kissed you.

‘Bye, love you too’ you replied as you got out of the car.

Your work day was filled with the usual nonsense that entails. Making you spend all of your working hours wishing for some sleep.

Everyone has that part of the day that they dread, yours happened to be a coworker. Adam. He never left the fact he likes you hidden.

‘Hey, how was your weekend?’ He asked, smiling at you.

‘Hey, it was fine. Had dinner with my boyfriend’s family. Yours?’ You asked to be polite, not really caring about the answer.

Adam knew that you have a boyfriend, but he never seemed to care. He still tried to get it on with you.

He’d worked there for about a year now and still took every chance he could, as it was coming up to the office work party, you prayed that Jason could make it.

Perhaps the size of Jason would make Adam back off, Jason is big dude and can be pretty scary at times.

Jason held onto your thigh as you both watched Netflix, the newest show you both thought to watch sucked you right in.

‘Shall we go to bed?’ Jason asked as the credits began to roll, you sleepily nodded.

Getting into bed with Jason was always something amazing, he would hold onto you so tight.

The huge puppy that is Jason liked to hold onto you all night. Never letting you out of his sight, or his grip.

You hadn’t let it bother you too much, you were just thankful that Jason was able to come with you. Protect from the lustful eyes of Adam.

Jason knelt onto the floor as he found your shoe laces were coming undone.

‘Hey lovebirds’ your work-bestie, Naomi, smiled as she greeted you both.

Giving you both a hug and a kiss in the cheek, you placed your hand on Naomi’s small baby bump.

‘Not long to go now’ you chuckled as she smiled, lifting her top to show off her new accessory.

The three of you walked into the building together as you found it dimly lit, music playing and a bartender on site already.

‘Thank God, I need a drink’ Jason stated as he made a beeline for the bar.

‘Can I get two whiskeys please? And a lemonade?’ Jason winked as Naomi rolled her eyes with a small smile.

‘Oh fuck’ the words fell out of your mouth like vinegar.

Naomi stroked your arm gently as she blocked you from Adam’s sight.

Jason was aware of what this coworker was doing, but he didn’t know what he looked like. Or if he was coming.

‘Oh hey you, how’s it going?’ Adam cheered as he saw you standing with Naomi.

You smiled as Adam leant towards you, seemingly unaware of the 6ft plus giant next to you both.

‘Another coworker?’ Jason asked curiously, you nodded. Hesitating the next few words.

‘This is Adam’ you took Jason’s hand in yours as you saw his face switch.

The three of you tried your best to stay away from him, but Adam always ended up near you somehow.

‘Hey babe, gotta get going home or I won’t want to get up ever again’ Naomi smiled softly as she gave you a hug.

‘You two rest up’ you winked as Naomi left, all the while with Jason in the bathroom.

This left you alone for a few minutes which you would find scary. You had mental words with yourself, Adam is only a man, nothing more. But he still bothered you.

‘Where’s your boyfriend?’ Adam asked as he came and sat next to you.

You pointed to the bathroom door, Adam only edged closer to you.

You shifted a little in your seat as you felt Adam get closer to you, his body heat felt like it was setting you on fire.

‘You know, four years is a long time to be with one person. Maybe you should have a little break from him. I could show you a good time’ Adam spoke as you felt disgusted.

His words were like venom and you could feel yourself getting close to doing something you’d get into trouble for later.

‘Come on y/n, let’s have some fun while your man isn’t here. He’s a wimp who doesn’t deserve you’ Adam continued.

The smell of Whiskey was strong from Adam’s breath, he’d been drinking tons and not seeming to stop. Though, him drinking didn’t make a difference as he was like this sober.

Before you could say anything in response there was a giant hand that had taken hold of Adam’s shirt collar.

‘Don’t touch my boyfriend again, don’t even look at him. You disrespect him like that, you get me to deal with and I can assure you, you don’t want that’ Jason growled lowly in Adam’s ear.

You could tell from Adam’s face that he was regretting his words, the tower that is Jason was now in his face. Eyes looking deep into his soul.

It was a success as Adam had finally got the message, but Jason was still angry.

Needing to blow off some steam, Jason drove you both home. Jason threw you on the bed when you both got in. Practically lifting you off your feet and carrying you there.

‘Get in all fours for me baby’ Jason said, anger still present but he spoke with love towards you.

Jason wasn’t angry with you, he never could bring himself to be. He was angry that another guy had the audacity to try it with you.

‘Uh’ you called out as Jason slid his length into you, your eyes rolled back.

‘Who does this belong to?’ Jason asked, as he began to find a rhythm.

‘You, Jason. I’m all yours’ you called out, Jason smiled as he gave your asscheek a good slap.

Your phone lit up as it rested next to you in the bed. Jason checked to see it was Snapchat.

Snap from Adam.25 was all it said, Jason smiled to himself as he punched in your code to unlock the phone.

Still with his huge dick deep inside your ass, you were too busy moaning in pleasure to notice what was going on.

Jason snapped you on all fours as Jason hit it from behind, your fingers gripping onto the pillows, you biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out moans.

‘He busy, text back later’ Jason typed into the phone with one hand, clicking send.

Then tossing your phone back where it was as he slammed deeper into you.

‘Fuck, Jason’ you called out as Jason got even deeper.

Safe to say Adam got the message and never tried anything in with you again, he also got a word from HR after a sexual harassment complaint was logged.

You were thankful that Jason could be so Protective, Possessive and also how passionate he is. You would’ve preferred for Jason to not make a statement with you on all fours. But it worked.

You smiled as you fell asleep on Jason’s chest that night, him holding you as he buried himself into a new book.

[hopesangelsprite]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Battinson x reader

Warnings ⚠️: zero plot whatsoever, pure filth, mating press, overstim, male moaning/whimpering, dubcon maybe (??? Idk), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it bros), creampie obviously, marking if you squint

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Protecting an entire city would take a toll on anyone, so of course some kind of stress relief would be on order. And if that someone was constantly sleep deprived, full of internal conflict, and said city happened to be Gotham... that poor soul had better found a damn good stress reliever.

That's where you come in, pinned underneath your cities' Vengeance for however long he'd keep you there. Night after night, sunrise after sunrise. Tonight was no different than any other except the fact that your broody boy toy had more of an appetite than usual.

Right now, all you can feel is him and all he can feel is you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder just how long he'd felt this way, just how much frustration he harbored within himself. But the drag of his member against your warm walls is enough to dismiss the thought completely.

"Fucking hell.", Bruce breaths into your shoulder at your clenching walls, "You're so good to me.". Butterflies invade your stomach, intertwining themselves with the stir of your orgasm. You're close to coming again for the nth time this session. Just what had he seen on those damp, dark streets tonight.

"Y-you mean it?", you whimper out as if he isn't fucking your brains into the mattress beneath the two of you. He groans and nods feverishly as his hand abandons your tits to grip the headboard that's banging loudly against the wall. "We're gonna be together forever, princess. Won't let anyone hurt you... just me and you.", he promises in that sweet voice of his. The sweetness of his words and the smoothness of his thrusts mingle perfectly enough to send you farther over the edge. You call his name as you continue coming.

And he talks you through it, praising you and whispering the sweetest nothings. He never misses a stroke, thoroughly fucking you through your orgasm and well beyond it. Your walls continue to flutter and your body feels scorching underneath his. The tips of your fingers as well as the palms of your hands buzz, a telltale sign of overstimulation. You mewl at the feeling of another orgasm building already. Then, his pace changes as he begins to lose himself for the first time tonight. This time you're unable to stop him.

"Fuck.", he swears as his hand leaves the headboard and grips the pillow next to your head. Bruce's face falls back into the crook of your neck and he audibly moans. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, the smell of his leather suit now completely masked by the smell of sex in the air.

His pace quickens and more curses fall from his reddened lips. You mewl and begin to squirm as the overstimulation starts to grow far too much. Though your brains have been thoroughly fucked out, you manage to beg, "P-please... I can't-". You cut yourself off with a loud wanton moan as Bruce's other hand slips between you from your other thigh to press on your lower abdomen. He feels so good inside of you it's unbearable.

Your moans spur him on as he presses a bit harder. "Need... need you to come for me. One more time.", he requests drawing a whine from you. "Can't, 's too much!", you whine as you feel your thighs shake on either side of him. He huffs as he presses again earning pretty sobs of pained pleasure from your puffy lips. "You can, princess, know you can. Said you could take it, didn't you?", he encourages in between pretty moans and you can hear his sanity slowly slipping away. Still, you protest once more.

He growls lowly as his hand dips lower to begin mercilessly toying with your swollen clit. You yelp as you reach between your bodies to weakly tug at his wrist. He's stronger than you so your struggling waxes futile. "Bruce-", you try to reason with him, "Too much!". He quickens his ministrations at your words and you cry out as you feel the familiar knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay... almost there, princess.", he whispers through labored breaths, "I'm almost there.". You want to tell him that you almost are too, but you can't seem to form the proper words. His grip on the pillow tightens, and the movement of his hips becomes jerky.

"Fuck, please I need it so bad... So, so badly.", he moans quietly, almost to himself, "please, please, please..". Hearing him completely lose his composure nearly throws you off the edge. The way he's begging damn near sends you into orbit. "Pretty girl's gonna let me cum inside, right? Please?", he asks and your heart swells with love. Who are you to deny him when he's asking so politely?

You nod as your vision fills with stars, "Yes!". He whimpers into your neck as his frantic thrusts signal his impending release. You begin to squirm harder, and his hand slides from the pillow to grip your hip. His hold on you is strong despite the soft sounds leaving his mouth.

He presses you farther into the mattress, and you're sure you'll have a bruise on your hip the size of his hand tomorrow morning. "Jus' a little bit more..", he trails off to bite at your hickey covered shoulder. "Need to finish, I'll be so f-fucking good to you... be so fuckin' good to my princess, promise.", his words slur together. With that, you come for the umpteenth time and he's not too far behind.

The both of you shudder with overwhelming pleasure, and weak whimpers of each other's names seem to be the only thing either one of you can articulate. Hot, thick ropes of his cum spurt into your spasming walls painting them white and filling you up so much it begins to leak out.

Secretly, you hope Gotham's streets keep sending him back to you even more needy than this.