Corroded-Time

He doesn’t get jealous or territorial at all, (unlike a certain canine) he’s confident in your relationship and knows you’re his. Sometimes plays annoyingly hard to get, though. Ironically, when you’re busy he has no problem begging for affection, distracting you and teasing you.

He likes to lick you, just sometimes. Especially if you’ve been away for a while or he missed you. It’ll be a real surprise- you pull him into a hug after being away for a while, and you feel a rough wet tongue on your cheek. Loves cuddles and napping with you, just plopping into your lap and gets you both comfortable. His head just belongs in your shoulder.

He’s a princess in every sense of the word, he has you waiting on him hand and foot. If he gets tired walking, you have to carry him. Where he wants to go, you take him. You give in to everything he says. You do everything in bed while he gets to just lay there and enjoy it.

he's sooo flexible, like his neck and chest is all that's on the bed, everything below raised for you, it looked like it hurt. His hands between his legs, jerking himself off.

his tail wraps around your wrist on his waist as you fuck into him nice and hard,  just like he likes it. he purrs the entire time, literally mewling, it's so fucking cute. And so hot- his purring runs through his entire body, and it feels fucking amazing. Plus his vibrating insides are so warm, very grippy, even when you try to pull out, he doesn't let you.

Yank on his tail a bit and you’ll see a full body shiver run through him, as his mouth clamps up and eyes go upwards. Will pout at you, telling you not to do that. You press a kiss to his neck in apology, watching his tongue stick out for a kiss on the lips- you oblige. His back arches to fucking heaven, somehow even further to let you cage him entirely.

He’s so loud, so cute and endearing, making you want to go gentle on him, but he begs for it harder, please push into him more, oh yes, that’s fucking perfect- demanding, but moaning sweetly at anything you give him.

He loves having his neck, hips and tail gripped, but wouldn’t admit it. And if he mewled when your hand snaked to pinch his nipple, he'd deny it. They’re very sensitive though. Very much a pillow princess- has you doing all the work.

One round is enough for him- after he cums, he’s too sensitive and overstimulated- in the beginning, he’d push you away if you hadn’t come yet, and you had to jerk off to finish, but now he endures it a bit, letting you cum inside. He likes you just staying there, resting in him.

so then you're seething until he comes home, spamming him, and when he steps through the door, you yank his pants off before he even gets his shoes off and fuck him so hard, muttering into his ear, "Someone else will, huh? Who else? Baby, who's that someone? Tell me."

And his hands are against the door, but ass still perking out for you, moaning your name. he's crying because his legs hurt and they're shaking, you're the only thing holding him up, but holy fuck he's never been fucked while standing and it feels so good.

I keep rereading them so please continue posting moreeee <33

yeah dw i was already planning to do one, and a couple others asked

should this be the omega bruce plot

but he's still a stalker just acting like he doesnt want reader

this one is male reader tho, cause yknow pay gorn

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Once you permit him to start being close to you again, he’s all over you. He’s learned to control the feral instinct of possessiveness and jealousy and mineminemine-

You elbow him, reminding him to control his expression. He obeys, stops scowling at the random person (classmate, but he couldn't care less, they were another thing in the way) you were talking to. They seem to relax a little, but not much because now they have to deal with uncomfortable staring. You couldn’t even have a normal conversation with other people.

That was another problem with him. Since you accepted him again, he’s following you everywhere, even though you put up boundaries. And if you try to refute him, he just does what he has to to get what he wants- getting on his knees, his eyes widening, lip jutting out into a pout, and ears drooping as he looks up at you. If you try to be more firm, he’ll just wrap his arms around you clinging to you and crying.

It was so embarrassing that you just agree to whatever he says, just, hurry and get up..! He’s beaming like he didn’t just manipulate you into doing what he wants. And after you give in once, it just seems so easy to keep getting you to do what he wants, and you can’t be so cruel and deny him, could you?

He’s somehow snuck into your home as well. Soon as you gave him the yes to be near you again, he follows you home, insisting on protecting you. You, unwilling to get into an argument, just give in. He just… stays in his car the entire night. Wakes you up with breakfast from a store.

And you feel bad, seeing his hulking form in the car outside the house, and it’d be so mean of you if you just let him sleep and suffer in his car while he’s protecting you, right? What led to, “You can sleep on the couch sometimes,” is now him brushing in your washroom and heating milk in your microwave with the mug you got for him. Yeah, he’s moved in and it's all thanks to him being so pitiful.

He tries to be less, well, pathetic, but he can’t help it. He knows that he can’t cross a certain line because it might result in you hating him again, and he couldn’t bear with that. But he teeters on that line dangerously close- he needs to have some sort of satisfaction with his dark, hungry desires. He tries his best not to show them.

There are times when he’s unintentionally too cute to resist.

He’s helpful by nature, and even more so with you around. With his tall stature, he’s able to get cats out of trees, cans off of shelves,  and catch a balloon as it floats away. Immediately, he’s turning to you, expecting something. You know what it is by now, so you reach a hand out and he’s shoving his head under it, nuzzling into your limited and sparse affection. You huff of amusement, exasperatedly smiling at him. He’s blushing once he sees it.

When you guys hang out at any place that’s overbearing with smells, he’s always wrinkling his nose- naturally more perceptive of and sensitive to them. Then he’ll get closer to you, and rub his nose in your clothing, taking deep inhales. If you try to push him off out of embarrassment, he’ll whine and plead, please, you smell so nice and he can't bear that strong scent, please just let him keep his nose here for a lil, you won’t even know he’s there, promise.

So you have him leaning into your neck, walking with a heavy weight around. You can practically feel his tail wagging. He doesn’t whimper when your hand pats his head, he swears he didn’t.

His usual friendly demeanor is back, muddled along with his obsessive behaviour. He’ll bring you gifts and food and things you like- exactly when you want it. You wonder aloud how he knew you needed this. He pouts, ears drooping. You turn away to avoid hearing what he has to say and falling for another one of his ploys.

He loves to cuddle you. Wherever you’re sitting, he’s there, in your lap to snuggle up to you. His tail is whacking into you the entire time. And he’ll whine pathetically when you try to push him off. He’s like a koala- clinging to you tightly, burrowing into you. So you have to deal with it as your legs go numb getting sat on by his couple hundred pounds, refusing to get off.

When he attempts to, essentially, seduce you, he actually doesn’t resort to such petty tactics. He goes by a much more gentlemanly behaviour. Or well, as gentlemanly as he can get.

He sees you all worked up and sweating after a workout and in the locker room, he’s rubbing himself all over you, being whiny and pathetic. Grinding like a dog. He’ll apologize once you somehow hold him away at arm’s length. Says sorry over and over, his instincts took over, please just let him smell you at least.

One day, he approaches you, fiddling with his shirt, shoulders tense. “Hey… I’ve been really good lately, right?”

Weird, that’s coming out of nowhere. “I don’t…” You look at him, confused.

“I’ve been really good! Y’know, with other people, and stuff.”

You squint. “You mean not like, violently reacting to people I talk to? And jumping them? Harming them?”

He nods.

“Right… Thank you for doing the bare minimum.” You roll your eyes, exasperated.

“S-so, y’know, I was thinking…” He fidgets, looking at the floor. Then he’s looking up at you with large eyes, blinking expectantly.

“Wait… do you want something? What? You-” An abrupt laugh leaves your mouth. “You think I should reward you for having basic decency? You think you deserve something for it?”

He nods, eyes bright. His tail was slightly wagging. You’re appalled. “No, I’m not doing that.” His face falls and so does he. He slowly gets on two knees. Now, you’ve grown semi-resistant, so you turn away. Your visibility is perfect out of the corner of your eye, though. He’s crawling on his knees, shuffling forward awkwardly, hands clasped together, edging towards you, slowly.

You make the mistake of turning to him. His eyes are bigger than ever, slightly watery. His ears droop lower than they’ve been before. “Oh, fine, come here.” He jumps up and into your lap, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

He watches you, a stupid grin on his face. That grin becomes flustered as you reach for his belt. “W-wait! No, what’s- what’re you doing?” He’s panicking, stopping your hand.

You look up at him, and he gulps at the view of your now irritated and bored face. “Isn’t this what you want?”

“Nooouhhh.” He pouts. “I was just hoping for a kiss, or something!” His face is adorably red. “Not… not that!”

You smirk, rolling your eyes. “Ok, well then…” You grab his face and peck his cheek. That peck holds a little longer than it should, and your tongue presses against his cheek, draggin upwards.

“Ok! Thanks!” His voice is a high squeak as he jumps out of your lap and dashes away stiffly. “Stop.” He halts. “Turn around.” He tugs his shirt low as he can, playing with the hem. It’s not enough to cover his bulge though.

“Aw, is poor puppy hard?” He blushes, turning his head away from you. “C’mere.” He obeys, stumbling over to you. He falls at his knees near the edge of the couch, looking up at you reverently. His hands and chin rest at your knees, and your own go to cup his face. He nuzzles into it, panting out slow, soft breaths like he’s scared breathing too hard will ruin it all.

“Need my help?” His ears shoot up along with his eyebrows. His tail wags rapidly.

“Really? Y-you’d do that for me?” At your nod, he moves to sit in your lap. He tugs off his pants, back on your chest, an arm of yours going to wrap around his waist. The other moves to gently rub at the more prominent bulge.

He’s trembling, and a quiet moan leaves his gritted teeth.”C’mon, not gonna be able to do this without you.”

He yanks off his boxers, never leaving your lap. It was quite the struggle as he shifted in your lap and all 200 pounds of him kept raising and dropping his hips.

You spread his legs despite his whines. “Wow, already so needy? I haven’t even done anything.” You chuckle, grab his thick cock and rub the slit. He bucks his hips the second you touch him. A grunt leaves his mouth.

“Stay still.” You murmur as you start to stroke him with his own pre, there was a lot that dripped down the sides and into your hands, serving as perfect lubrication. He’s letting out high whines the entire time and you can tell he’s trying to stay still, be good for you, so you speed up your caressing a little.

His breath is shaky as his head falls back and his hands gripping the couch grow stiffer. “You’re doing really good, puppy.” He keens at the name, legs squirming as he receives the best handjob he’s ever had. It doesn’t even take ten minutes for him to be squirming with urgency in your grasp.

Your arm is slightly tired but you’d never let up, not when you have him like this. “You close?”

“Yes…” He moans, eyes opening to look at you. They’re glazed and watery, mouth open as he pants, resembling a real dog. You kiss his nose and stroke faster until he seizes up, curling in on himself and his dick pulses in your hand. You watch in fascination as you see more cum than you ever have leave him and land on the floor.

He goes limp, collapsing into you. Your legs have long gone numb, so you just move to hold him. Burying his head in your shoulder, he mumbles a thanks.

He’s so pathetic you can't help but feel the need to take care of him. Or maybe he was just around you so much that you eventually fell for him. So despite your trying and initial reluctance, the two of you do end up dating. It’s a wild ride.

You thought for sure that his intense jealousy of other people would go down but no, if anything, he’s growling at everybody you step a bit too close to, like a guard dog. You’ve reprimanded him more than once, but it’s like he couldn’t care less- like he wants you all to himself.

Multiple times he’s begged you to just stay home, quit your job he’ll take care of you. Always starts sniffling when you refuse him. Either way, you do what you want despite his protests, and he’s always suspicious that the other person will pounce on you the second he’s gone.

Which leads to the current situation- The two of you were out, hanging. Your canine had rushed into a store because he saw something you’d like, leaving you standing alone for a while. He had come back to see a pretty little thing talking to you, fluttering their lashes up at you.

This little minx! He glances at you, and sees you reciprocating their happy expression. So, this person must matter to you? Well, he’ll see about that. He’s sulking as he pads over to you slowly, handing you something. You sigh of relief as you see him behaving, and continue talking with your ex.

“Is this your new boyfriend?” You’re surprised they’ve hit the nail on the head, but confirm it. You see your canine slightly perk up, his hand worming to grasp your fingers.

They don’t miss the movement. “Wow, never thought you’d go for the… uh, bigger type. Always swore you’d like pretty cute things like me, didn’t you?” You freeze, forcing yourself not to look at him.

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” Not, ”But we should get going.” You curse your ex internally as you grab your boyfriend’s hand and drag him to your car. He was frozen as well.

When you finally reached home, it seemed the spell was broken. “Who the hell was that..?” He looks at you, eyes literally red. “You…” He visibly droops, anger replaced by insecurity. He grabs you into a kiss, “Who the hell are they,” a kiss to your eye, your ear, your neck, your lips, “to say bullshit like that, mph.”

You open your mouth to meet his, allowing him to do as he pleases. You watch with half amusement and half tiredness as he drags you to the bed.

Now, you were above your canine, deep inside him, moving at the pace he liked. His face was a blushing mess, body scorching. His ears flopped as you thrust into him, his tail squashed underneath himself. His mouth is open, little whimpers leaving his mouth in response to the presses of his nipples. Slapping and wet sounds joined his in the air, along with grunts and praises from you.

You were covered in his bite marks, from when he nibbles on your shoulders and arms. He seemed pretty satisfied with them, leaning back with a lopsided smile, tail wagging.

Now, his usually bright eyes were dark with obsession, never leaving yours. Streaks of dried tears trail into his hair. “Wh-who was that?” He whines, still not having let go of the mall encounter.

You ignore his question, leaning in to kiss his neck, “Feel good?” He turns his head to yours, nuzzling your ear.

“Yes…” He whimpers out, long tongue darting out to lick your shoulder. “Feels really good. But-”

You pull back, interrupting him, “Mm, and you know you’re the only person I’m making feel good?”

“Y-yes, yes, but..!”

A tired sigh leaves you. “But nothing, there is no but, puppy, you’re the only one I’m fucking, you’re my boyfriend, and that’s all there is.” You pull back to your knees, running a hand through your hair, slowing to a stop.

He cries out, “I know, I know, but it’s not your fault! What if they find out how good you are and they try to take you from me, and you leave me for them, and- mmph…” You press a kiss to shut him up, because otherwise it’ll snowball into endless rambling.

He looks at you through wet lashes, starting to sniffle. You kiss his eyes as you move to cage him again, starting a slow pace. Filthy squelches fill the air again and he blushes a pretty red like he always does for you.

“And you’re so good for me, puppy. Why would I leave you, hm? Leave this?” You grab his currently useless cock, slowly stroking his dripping length. “You need to get others out of your head- even I’m not thinking about them, baby, why are you?”

He hiccupped as you pick up the pace with your stroking. “C-can’t help it. Ah- wait-” You watch him with dark eyes and it sends him to orgasm, along with the feeling of you filling him so well, still focusing on him and his pleasure. Having already cum for you multiple times, watery spurts leave him as his eyes close. He whines with overstimulation and pushes your hand away.

He was completely out of it, eyes glazed, looking at the ceiling, laying limp. You clasp your arms around him as you suck his neck, jerking your hips to help yourself release. A muffled grunt hits his neck as you still, releasing into him. No condom of course, he couldn’t allow your cum to end up anywhere else.

You lay there panting into his neck, heartbeat slowing as you calmed down. He pushes you up, and gets you to lay back, him on top. You watch with amusement as he lifts his hips to ride you.

A hand rests on his hip, “Ain’t you tired, baby?”

“One more, one more please. C-cause you’re mine, right? Right?” His hands curl into fists on your chest, nails dragging a slight path behind them. His eyes are less suspicious now, more secure, still loving, always obsessed.

'straight' reader with a situationship, a guy in one friend group that you're not as close with.

somehow he convinced to let him get in your pants, and you are so pent up cause its been a while, at least now you can release that sexual frustration somewhere, even if it was with a guy

convincing yourself you don't like him, always talking him down, telling him to act like a girl cause you 'feel disgusted'

poor guy is always getting the brunt of it, but he bears with it cause you're so charming, you're sure that a guy like you would be attractive to any self-respecting gay man (so you think, he just really loves your dick, and has no one else to release his sexual frustration either)

but he can't anymore, he feels hurt getting talked down to so much, so he texts you that he wants to break this off, stops replying to you and even blocks you.

you're kind of relieved, you started feeling weird and unsure about how gay it all was. and you didn't feel sad at all, totally not, so of course you're straight, no way you're gay of all things

but then you getting jealous, seeing him with another guy... what... why's he clinging to him like that? why's he giving those 'fuck me' eyes to him? didn't he only give those to you?

he’s laughing cutely at his own joke, and you feel annoyed… he laughed like that around you, not anybody else…

Oh ok then if you're all good with it

holy shit that sounds really fucking hot

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it's been a few months since Bruce invited himself to your place, and a couple more since you first fucked him.

You didn't expect an alpha like him to be so insatiable, to want- beg you to fuck him. It's not like you minded it- in fact, him being an alpha and still somehow so slutty was part of the reason you wanted him.

It was so strange, seeing someone of his stature, of his demeanor, his radiating energy wanting to be beneath you. You weren't complaining- it was quite the sight to see all of that crumble beneath you. He was around your size, but when you're fucking him-

He didn't seem like Bruce Wayne anymore. More like a pretty submissive omega for the taking. And boy, take you did.

You loved pressing his neck into the mattress, fucking him rough and harsh from behind. And his scent was pleasant to you. Dipping in to enclose him beneath you was becoming a habit of yours, to take a little sniff. He smelled like rain and fog. Another alpha’s scent wouldn't normally be pleasing to yourself, with your own alpha nature and all, but you grew to like it.

He sounded nothing like an alpha either- his sounds were so sweet. High sobs and whines and moaning- so loud. It made you want to keep him there forever. But it was Bruce Wayne you were talking about- you had no power to do what you wanted with him. Honestly, after that first fuck, you expected to never see the guy again. That it’ll remain, hopefully, as a good memory for the both of you and that you’ll both move on with your lives.

Now, he’s become your… whatever it is. He somehow found your address, keeps showing up at your place. Wasn’t long before he suggested you regularly having sex with him. Maybe to deal with ruts, or simply for pleasure, out of boredom- you weren’t really listening, you were just shocked and so excited- you agreed immediately.

You always dressed nicely for him, whenever he came over. He was the richest man you knew- you had to have some sort of formality. You only continued because you could see the subtle glint of hunger in his eyes as he peeled the nice clothes off of you.

You were fucking him into the mattress as usual, having him face you. Both of you were panting into the air, not exhausted even after multiple rounds. His hands bent back to grab the headboard and pillow, and his eyes trained on you. The filthy sounds of squelches echoed in the air and you wonder why it sounds so wet. Surely the lube was already half dried.

You hear him moan out, and finally those eyes close, neck arching back. You nibble at his shoulder, coaxing him to cum. He squeezes you tight as he does, toes curling when he releases. You go still, letting him grind against you.

A whiff of something incredibly addicting passes your nose, then disappears. You freeze. What was that? It was on the tip of your tongue, but you’ve already forgotten what happened. Your nose trails to where Bruce’s neck meets his shoulders, nosing there. You take a deep inhale. His scent was a lot stronger, heavier- but it had an added dewiness to it. You gently bite at his neck as you shallowly thrust to chase your own orgasm. You grunt as you cum, staying still for a few seconds.

He groans of overstimulation as he feels you stretch inside of him, and you comfort him until it goes down. You pull out, removing the condom and tossing it, already focusing on another round.

You’d change back into the clothes you’re comfortable in once morning arrives. Were these the boxers you put on last night? You shrug, getting up to dress. You scratch your head as you look for the shirt you were wearing before Bruce came over. You could’ve sworn it was on top of your chair. You hear a disgruntled greeting behind you, and you turn. Again, that sweet smell appears before disappearing.

The scent only elevated from there. You’d smell it randomly and only when Bruce is over. It was sweet but faint, and never stayed too long. You were too confused to wonder anything logical, and thought maybe he was using a cologne or something. Maybe to make you more comfortable? Maybe a thing he thought you liked, like how you put on nice clothes for him? You didn’t know.

But the obvious and sudden obsession with his neck and scent was clear to both of you. You could be sitting in the wonderful afterglow of sex, and all of a sudden you’re licking his neck. He always, always wordlessly makes more room for you as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

In the morning and you’re letting him use your shower? Well, your feet take you to stand behind him, kissing his neck and gently nibbling it. Sweet. It tasted sweet. When he entered through the door? You were already there, at his neck, arms going around his massive frame.

Soon, you just accepted it as a normal thing, that maybe your senses grew more fond of his smell. Well, addicted would be the word for it. You couldn’t bare having him leave while you were enjoying drowning in his neck. he liked it that way.

It was another mystery to add among the others. If only you weren’t dull enough to realize that they all started after Bruce decided to keep you around.

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something like that? idk never read or written abo before honestly just learned about and searched half the stuff you've been sending me

but some things i tried to hint at: bruce producing slick (idk what that is had to search it up) during sex there

wow! that's really interesting. i actually wasn't even thinking about that, my premise was that bruce lied/kept his whatchamacallit status? a secret, so reader thought it was all safe.

But this bitching thing sounds really interesting and soo hot. like, reader fucked him so many times and so hard his body changed to endure it? jeez louise, im hard.

but wait is bitching common or like, is it known or. reader is just stupid and doesn't think it'll happen? or does it happen after that one time bruce asked for it inside? has reader spent so much time around him and (assuming scenting is the idea of giving your scent to him? having him smell of you?) scented him enough that the last push was reader using no protection?

oh

Im flattered!!!

wait really ! wow you're so kind anon

OH OK PHEW

wow you're fast are you stalking me 👀 also sorry for replying late to the other one :'(

Now i'm not so opposed to the idea either... cause it's literally so perfect- he's rich, his investigation level is probably on the level of the most experienced detectives, he's smart- he would have endless resources if he decided to ever become a stalker

but idk is it yandere or just stalker bruce that's the real question. like he won't get violent or like kidnap you cause idk morals or some shit but he'd be such an obsessive stalker imo i think. he'd be really nice to you to win you over instead of just outright telling you he wants you, maybe? who knows

should i just fuck it all and write abo cause i've never done that before but ive heard of it

cause oh fuck i wanna get him pregnant so bad. but baytrapping you... fuck, imagine him just riding the hell out of you, getting you to cum inside cause well, its safe sex whatever, you're both not omegas and men. but then he's visiting you everyday after that, acting odd. like rubbing himself over you, exposing his neck a lot more to you.

and you notice a month in that he's being a lot more nauseous... and he looks rounder...... what is with these weird food combos... WAIT IS HE PREGNANT? and reader feels soo bad promising him to take care of him cause like idk omegas need their alphas or something???? IDK MAN