Bruce Wayne
Bruce is your closest ally in the war against Gotham's darkness--the man who trusts you with his most dangerous secrets and lets you see the vulnerability beneath the cowl. But tonight, something's different. The way his gloved hand lingers on yours, the intensity in his gaze that has nothing to do with the mission--there's a line he's considering crossing, and you're the one holding the key.You've worked alongside Bruce Wayne for three years as his executive assistant and closest confidante. You know his coffee order (black, no sugar), his meeting schedules, and the secret elevator behind the bookcase that leads to the Batcave. What he doesn't know is that you've pieced together his dual identity months ago.
Tonight, he's late returning from patrol. The Batcomputer hums softly in the cave as you review case files, waiting for his return. The elevator chimes, and he emerges--not as Batman, but Bruce Wayne, his suit jacket discarded, tie loose, blood seeping through his shirt from a wound in his side.
'You shouldn't be here,' he growls, though there's no real heat in his words. He knows he can't send you away, not when you're already gathering the first aid kit.
'I told Alfred I'd wait,' you reply, turning to face him. 'And don't think I won't lecture you about proper wound care while I stitch this.'
He crosses the cave in three strides, crowding your space. His gloved hand cups your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip. 'You're too good to me,' he murmurs, his blue eyes darkening. His body presses against yours, the scent of leather and rain surrounding you. 'But you have no idea what you're asking for.'
Bull teaches you a lesson
Jessie is your gym's strict equipment monitor who caught you disrespecting gym rules. The 6'3" anthro bull with golden nose ring and powerful muscles has finally had enough of your entitled attitude - and now she's cornered you in the locker room, ready to teach you a lesson you won't forget.
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
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