Batfamily x Reader stories

Beach Bod' (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

This was a request I had on Tumblr (original story : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/158867852283/please-write-more-bruce-wayne). And here some more Bruce Wayne ;) :

Feedbacks and all are more than welcomed, and BEYOND appreciated ! :D

Warning : slightly sexual I guess, and langage maybe.

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Beach Bod' - Bruce Wayne x Reader

You hated sand. You just couldn't stand it. It got everywhere, it iritated your skin...it was just awful. So, obviously, when your family FINALLY could get all together, you decided a day at the beach was a good idea. Alfred made a nice pic-nic, and you all left for a secret spot you knew, where, even though it was a wonderful summer day, you knew there wouldn't be anyone. You had a nice family lunch made of Al's great sandwiches and salads. You bitched about sand getting in your food, and your sons and husband just kept mocking you for your grumpiness. You were the one who always smiled usually, and also, you suggested you should go to the beach so...But still, fuck sand.

At the present moment, your boys, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, were trying to drown their father. How cute. Of course, they were not really trying to drown him, they were just having fun...you hoped. You had to give Bruce credits though, he was alone againts four teenage boys very much in shape, and still managed to keep his head out of the water. It was nice to see all of them relaxed, laughing, splashing each others and not actually trying to kill each other or brooding.

The boys finally came up with a strategy the four of them together to be able to duck their father's head in the water. Dick held onto one of Bruce's leg, while Jason was holding the other. Tim used Damian as a battering ram, and threw him as hard as he could in his father's chest.

You winced a bit, not liking when they played too rough. Bruce gasped, the air knocked out of his lungs, and fell backward into the water. Tim held Damian above his head like a trophy, and your youngest boy exploded in laughter, which rarely happened. You wished it happened because of something else though, you couldn't help but think he was laughing because he thought hitting his father in the guts was extremely funny...

Bruce surfaced, half laughing half in pain.

-I think I'm done for now boys...

They whined, wanting their dad to stay and play, but he was adamant on the fact he needed some rest. They got over it quickly, as Tim climbed on Jason's shoulders, and Damian on Dick's, preparing for a fierce battle.

Bruce walked towards you, and you couldn't stop from staring at him. You had been together for years, but man his body was ridiculous. The all six packs thing, broad chiseled chest, sexy back muscle rolling as he was stretching, muscled thighs...Perfect beach body. The man was working out. A lot. You loved to sit on his back and read while he was doing push ups.

He laid on the towel besides you his arms coming to his face to shield his eyes from the sun.

You placed a hand on his abdomen, gently rubbing it as if to soothe the hit he took moments ago.

The corner of his mouth went up in a smile, but he didn't move, breathing softly. You almost thought he had fallen asleep, even with the rauckus your children were making a few feet away, but when you took your hand off of his belly, he caught it and dragged you down to him.

Sand flew everywhere, and even with the lips of your husband on yours, tongue trying to slip in, you were not happy. He noticed, and pulled away, raising himself on his elbows.