Nocturnal.

nocturnal.

pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader (or afab!reader)

summary: bruce wayne is a broken and bruised man. you’re the sweet healing that he needs. 

warning: minors dni! pwp, D/s dynamics, bondage, biting kink (kinda), masochism, whipping, oral (f!recieving and m!recieving), fingering, handjob, bruce wayne is a sad little man and i could fix him

word count: 3.4k 

a/n: huge shoutout to @sleepycapn​ for beta reading! this was a lot of fun to write, i hope y’all enjoy <33 and as always i’d love to hear your thoughts!!

There was something not quite right about Bruce Wayne. He was made of loss, his soul heavy and sullied by whatever secrets he carried.

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Damian, whenever he corners Jason:

so anyways

Pizza?

Request: Request: Jason and is gf have dick and Roy over to discuss some very serious talk about their next mission and intend to be very very focused. Somehow they went completely off track where someone’s ordered 5 pizzas (everyone was fighting over which to get) and lots of garlic bread, dick and jays gf were having a dirty dance just dance dance off and all 4 of them just doing weird shit and just being a laughing mess. Bruce calls them a few hours later for an update and they’re like “oh shit”.

“One Thirty. Time to start our meeting.” Dick announces in the small apartment.

It’s you and Jason’s apartment and meeting hall for right now. Dick, Jason, Roy, and Barbra are over to talk about the next mission. The 4 of them infiltrate someone while you sit on comms and handle hacking and monitoring security systems.

At first the talk is serious. Then Roy brakes out your alcohol.

“No, this is a serious meeting.” Barbra states.

“One beer never hurt Babs. Come one. Guys?” Roy pleads.

Dick and Jason happily accept.

“Well… I guess one wont hurt.” You contest and take one.

Barbra sighs and accepts the beer Roy hands her.

Soon the beer is replaced with harder alcohols. Shots start pouring and don’t seem to want to stop. You and Brabra turn on some music and start dancing around the living room together. The boys appreciate this.

“Who wants pizza?” Jason calls out after half an hour.

“Pineapple pizza!” Dick shouts. This is followed by universal groans.

“Not again.” Barbra then speaks up. “No pineapple. Anything but pineapple. Like ham.”

“No way! Pepperoni. It’s a classic.” Roy demands.

“More like over bought. Cheese steak pizza is better.” You argue.

“Or barbecue chicken?” Jason asks.

Multiple fake gaging sounds erupt.

“Fine. All of them.” Jason huffs then grabs his phone.

After an hour theres pizza and drinks and no actual plan formed.

That’s when Bruce calls.

“Oh. Shit.” Jason shouts.

Everyone freezes.

“What’s the plan?!” Dick yells.

Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭

this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)

content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33

“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.

His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”

“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.

“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.

“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”

Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.

“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.

You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.

“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”

You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.

“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.

He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,

“You did good.”

Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.

You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.

“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.

It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.

You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.

“Were those happy screams?”

You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.

“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”

“Billy, shut up!”

“What?”

You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.

“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.

“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”

Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.

“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”

You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny!”

Damian, whenever he corners Jason: