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Sunday, Funday

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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Over the last century, Diana has become well-acquainted with the concept of discipline. She had to learn it quickly when she chose to distance herself from man’s world. For all of the horrors she had witnessed, there were many people who were, as Bruce said not long ago, still good at heart. Saying goodbye had been difficult but necessary; maintaining close connections would have made it impossible for her to retreat behind the hidden shores of Themyscira.

In the end, the question of whether the Amazons should reveal themselves to outsiders was answered with a resounding no. The island remained as insular as ever and Diana’s resolve saw her through the subsequent decades. She was often tempted to keep up with what was happening around the globe, but the wounds of war remained fresh long enough to hold her curiosity at bay.

On the rare occasions that Diana has ventured out since, she has been careful not to attract attention. History has mostly forgotten her and that’s how she prefers it, even if it makes her fists curl to think that the only reason she never became legend is that she’s a woman. A public battle is the last thing she wanted, but she couldn’t leave while an alien beast threatened to destroy everything in an ever-increasing radius. If reintroducing Wonder Woman to the world was the price of saving Gotham and Metropolis, there was never any choice to make. She could still disappear once the fight was over. She had planned to, in fact, until Bruce asked for her help.

While he possesses many of the same qualities that she has appreciated in others, Bruce Wayne is different from any man she has known. At first glance he seems cynical and jaded; Diana herself wrote him off as such when they met. But underneath the facade, he is as great an optimist as she has ever known. It makes sense in hindsight — no true cynic would believe that one man could make a difference in Gotham, or anywhere else, no matter how determined and well-equipped he was.

In Themyscira, Diana knows everyone and everyone knows her. She can barely remember a time when this wasn’t so. Bruce is the first new connection she’s made in a very long time. She suspects he doesn’t make many new friends either, albeit for his own reasons. Diana didn’t expect to fall in sync with him so easily, to start trusting him so quickly, and it’s scary, as new things often are, but she isn’t one to run in fear. So she stays, and because her goals are now linked to his, they work together more often than not. She spends more time with him than anyone else.

Controlling her impulses hasn’t always been easy but Diana has had years of practice. She thought she’d gotten better at it but perhaps she just hadn’t felt a temptation strong enough to challenge her. If she really believed that Bruce was bad for her, she wouldn’t be here right now, or at the very least she’d be trying harder to leave. She doesn’t want to leave and she doesn’t want to stop, so instead she yields to the wine’s effects and lets the space between herself and Bruce shrink until they can’t ignore it anymore.

He’s more patient than she expected, taking his time kissing her, his mouth following a southward path that’s excruciatingly slow. Her breathing has already become shallow and quick from anticipation alone. She likes that Bruce is like this, far more considerate than his reputation would lead one to believe. It’s charming.

It’s also driving her crazy.

When she can’t take it anymore, Diana wraps her thighs around him and rolls them both until they’ve switch positions. Since they weren’t face-to-face, her legs were wrapped somewhat higher than his hips, so she ends up sitting just above his abdomen.

“Sorry,” she says, with a grin that is entirely unapologetic, as she runs her palms down his chest. “I’m afraid I don’t possess your restraint.”

Discipline is a way of life for Bruce. He's only human but he treats his body like it's a machine. The kind of training he puts himself through every day is nothing short of brutal. He pushes himself to the limits and then some, because he needs to be at his best at all times.

It also means keeping most people at a distance. It's for the best, he tells himself. So they don't get hurt. So they can't be used against him. Excuses are easy to come by. He has his work associates and Alfred, and the few women he might take home for a night but these days he lacks any close relationships.

It's been easier that way. Isolation is second nature to him.

But he knows he cannot hide from the world any longer. Clark has died and he played a part in that and he has to atone for it. Something is coming and they will need to fight. It's why they have to find others like her. So they can have a chance at actually winning. He hasn't had a true partner since Jason died years ago now and it surprises him how easy working with Diana ends up being. That they work well as a team. Not that they always get along, there are certainly times when they disagree, but it surprises how quickly he comes to trust and value her.

It's scary, trust always is.

Despite the reckless behavior he seems to engage in as Bruce Wayne (more a fabrication than anything else) he has excellent impulse control when he needs to. And yet right now? He doesn't give a damn about controlling much of anything. Except the way she reacts to him as he presses his lips against her skin. The way her chest rises and falls in shortened breaths.

And then suddenly he's not in control at all anymore and the surprising thing is he doesn't find himself minding at all. Instead it feels rather thrilling the way she sits at his abdomen, her hands running down his chest. She could easily break him with her bare hands if she wanted to.

(Maybe that's part of what he finds so attractive about her)

"Very few people do," He replies with a smirk tugging at his own lips. He may not have her brute strength but he is a strategist through and through and he's just waiting for the right opening to try to seize control again.

"I'll try not to hold it against you."

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Sunday, Funday

i'm sorry this is so late!! :(

no worries!!! also this is still vigilantem i just renamed my journal