❦ 𝖛 𝖆 𝖑 𝖊 𝖙 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ❦

He locks you up on some Rapunzel shit, only letting you go outside with him, not having any bodyguards because he after all he’s been through he doesn’t trust anyone other than Alfred, but he is obviously not in the best condition to protect you.

Speaking of good girl, he knows how hard it is being with him, so you are so inexplicably spoiled it is insane. You are fucking with a billionaire that is obsessed with you, your life can not get any easier in this sense.

Gives you his black card and tells you to spend it on whatever you want, and poor Alfred has to bring all stacks of packages to you. And not just in that way, the fact that he has someone as perfect as you that he can come to every night, or whenever he gets the chance, has his brain in awe.

Just wants to show you how much he cares about you and how much he truly loves you, but you know baby boy Bruce is not that good with words so he makes it up with actions. AKA getting your pussy ate just cause.

Helps you zip up your dress, or take it off. Even if you don’t need help at all, like taking off your stockings. he’ll do it, he just wants (needs) to feel your touch.

No but fr, his safe place is in between your legs, whether he’s resting his head on your thighs, his lips overstimming your poor clit for the nth time, or working his dick in and out of you so painfully slowly, stretching you out so deep and hard, just so you can leave your marks on him, make him feel something.

Loves the thought of coming inside you, and has a slight breeding kink. But since Mr. Wayne always thinks with his head he would never risk it, the idea of having some more Wayne’s with you will only stay in his mind because the thought of you and his baby being hurt would haunt him for the rest of his life, you’re the only thing he needs to take care of.

So…. He loves coming all over you 🥰 pulling out last minute and finishing on your tummy then kissing it off your body, still twitching as you hide behind you hands, feeling the burn of his stare only for him to say “Look at me.”

But on the other side it’s not that easy, staying up late at night without him, not even feeling right touching yourself knowing he could be at deaths door out there. You try so hard to be his sweet little thing that doesn’t acknowledge but understands this side of him. But you have needs too, being stuck inside all alone for days without him is hard. He’s got you so spoiled that you cant even get yourself off without him, and the nights grow longer and longer as your poor body aches for him in every way.