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buckyalpine · 4 months

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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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bullshittingmywaythroughlife · 8 months

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Person B: Dom or sub?

Person A: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though

Person C: I'm gonna tell them

Person B: Don't you fucking dare

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birdricks · 4 months

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the final phrase of my last sentence / hangs in the air, sounding stupider and stupider

#THE LINK IS MY BIRDRICK PLAYLIST. LISTEN TO IT PLEASEEEEE #rick and morty #birdrick #rick sanchez #rick c137 #oh my GOD i struggled w the colours on this one. im SOOOO bad at colours man 😭😭😭😭😭 bane of my life #idgaf if this isnt how it happened in the actual scene. imagery over truth #if it bothers u ummm imagine its a dream or smth.#had to take dreadful reference pics of myslef for this. worth it #i might change the playlist art at some point to smth more fitting but idgaf i just want to show ppl now #and ive wanted to draw this for a whileee now lol #BUT YEAHHHHH. LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST BOY #artsbotz #oh my god ok im not makinga ny more tiny edits. POST #COMPLETELY FORGOT TO TALK ABT THE PLAYLIST LOL #urmm hopefully its kinda clear which pov each song is. except a few kinda mixed ones #it goesssss all the way from them meeting up until like. s5 ending kinda #apologies again for all the csh. youll have to cope im afraid #its vital listening. listen to twin fantasy btw. btw

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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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Master List

Master list Pt.2

YouTubers

Jschlatt

King pt.1 - smut

King pt.2 - smut/ fluff

Trust is for the weak - smut/angst

Trust is for the Weak Pt.2 - smut

Class final - smut

Class final Pt.2 - smut

Class final Pt.3 - smut

Dreams - smut

Frozen Treat - smut

Argument - smut

Aphrodite - smut

The Hunt - smut

Pretty Boy - smut

Crush - smut

What we once had - smut

Pipsqueak - smut

Silence - smut

Look at me - smut

Fireworks - fluff

Cuffed - fluff

Prized Possession - fluff

Moodboard - selfies your Bf Schlatt sends you

Moodboard - more selfies your Bf Schlatt sends you

Moodboard - pics you've taken of your bf Schlatt

Imagine - smut

Imagine - fluff

Swaggersouls

So pretty - smut

Lights out - smut

The Key - smut

Psychedelic Love - smut

"Happy birthday, sweetheart" - smut

Podcast - fluff

Imagine - smut

Your Narrator

Sick Day - fluff

Wholesome Viking Warrior Pt.1 - smut

Wholesome Viking Warrior Pt.2 - smut

Mully

"Good boy" - smut

Three Way - smut

Lightning - smut

Just a downtown stroll - smut

Break it up - Smut

Pretty little thing - smut

"She's mine" - smut

Sweet submission - smut

Lust - smut

Double the man power (Mully and Narrator) - smut

Cold chill and steam - smut

Point Proven - smut

VR - fluff

Bridge the gap - fluff

"I love my girl" - fluff

Joshdub

Threebee (Josh and Juicy) - smut

Daddy's princess - smut

Tom Hardy

The League (Bane) - fluff

The League Pt.2 (Bane) - fluff/violence

The League Pt.3 (Bane) - smut/fluff

The League Pt.4 (Bane) - fluff

Fearless (Alfie Solomons) - smut

Red (Alfie Solomons) - angst

The club (Reggie Kray) - smut

Star Wars

Past comes to haunt Future to save (Din Djarin) - fluff

Tune up Pt.1 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Tune up Pt.2 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.1 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.2 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.3 (Paz Vizsla) - fluff

TWD

Two hearted love (Aaron) - fluff

Trust needs to be earned (Aaron) - fluff

"Give me your hand" (Aaron) - fluff/ Violence

One on One (Eugene Porter) - fluff/ Violence

Stranger Things

Fight or flee Pt.1 (Eddie Munson) - fluff

Fight or flee Pt.2 (Eddie Munson) - smut

Fight or flee Pt.3 (Eddie Munson) - fluff

"Don't tell me you're getting mushy"- fluff

Shameless

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him" (Mickey Milkovich) - smut

The more you know (Mickey Milkovich) - smut

My wife (Mickey Milkovich) - angst/fluff

Keep off (Mickey and Ian) - fluff/Violence

What I own (Mickey and Ian) - fluff/ Violence

Boyfriend like Girlfriend (Mickey Milkovich) - fluff

The Last Of Us

"I love you, Y/n only you" (Joel Miller) - fluff

The Witcher

Silver and White (Geralt of Rivia) - fluff

Pretty (Joker) - Violence

I promise (Slade Wilson) - angst

General's gaze (General Zod) - smut

NCIS

"Fuck you, Dinozzo" (Tony Dinozzo) - fluff

Boardwalk Empire

Gangsters Paradise Pt.1 (Al Capone) - fluff

Gangsters Paradise Pt.2 (Al Capone) - fluff

Gangsters Paradise Pt.3 (Al Capone) - fluff/Violence

Gangsters Paradise Pt.4 (Al Capone) - fluff/Violence

Gangsters Paradise Pt.5 (Al Capone) - fluff

Mafia Pt.1 (Charlie Luciano) - smut

Vecchio Amico (Charlie Luciano) - fluff

Slashers

"The only monster I see is you" (Thomas Hewitt) - smut

All my stories wouldn't fit on this page, so I had to make a Pt.2

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rosemaze-reveries · 9 days

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During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

#SORRY FOR THE DELAY 😭 did not mean to disappear for a month oml #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #bane perez x reader #ivy x reader #joker x reader #luchino diruse x reader #mary x reader #naib subedar x reader #philippe x reader #sangria x reader #idv imagines

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gatorbites-imagines · 20 days

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i was wandering if you can write bane x reader [ i'd ascent to god if its trans/ftm reader, it's ok if you can't or dont want to write it :) ] with a big size difference that's all! have a good day/night and take care of yourself <3

Bane x FTM reader

Headcanons

Still have no internet in my apartment, but luckily my sister is letting me visit her place to do assignments, so I can upload stuff from there.

This is based off of comic Bane more than anything, but i cant really find any gifs of that guy, so comic panel it is.

All in all, I don’t think it matters much to Bane that you are trans. It isn’t something he would see as a dealbreaker, or even care too much about. As long as you guys get along and both have feelings for one another.

Bane is extremely smart too, so if you can’t legally find ways to get treatment, then he would probably know at least 10 different ways to get the result you need.

If you want to build muscle, then Bane is also your guy. He knows as much as one can about the process of working the body and getting the result you want, so he would be able to help you get the look you want, even if you aren’t on any testosterone or hormone blockers.

If you want to work out then Bane could also help you out if you aren’t one for top surgery, as you can get a similar look through the right diet and workout routine. But if you want top surgery, you bet he’s taking care of you afterwards, since he would know a thing or two about medical procedures.

Bane being who he is probably also knows different ways to get you to the hormone level you want, but he would most likely avoid doing anything as drastic as his own mix up with chemicals and the likes, unless that’s what you are trying to go for as well. Would make sure you knew all the dangers first though, just in case.

If you want neither and don’t care much for hormone treatment, surgeries or even presenting masc, then it doesn’t pose any issues either, since Bane wouldn’t really care. Hes one of those “wear whatever you want, I can fight” kinda boyfriends. As long as you are happy and comfortable, then he is comfortable and happy.

He seems like a big scary dude, but Bane would be very respectful of you and how you present yourself. Gives very much “big scary dog privilege” when you guys go out, and you do go out sometimes, as I could imagine some of the bats would let you two go on dates, as long as Bane isn’t causing any trouble. You’ll have to live with being shadowed the entire time though.

The huge size difference also strengthens the whole scary shadow thing, so even if people wanna be transphobic too you, they sure as hell don’t dare to do so, since Bane is towering over literally everyone there with muscles that could kill.

Sharing clothes with Bane would also be entertaining, since hes so much bigger than you. Even just his tank tops would hang off you and slide right off you. You would have to tie it with something or tuck it into your pants with a belt, and even then, it would still look super baggy.

You don’t get the chance to borrow his mask, since he needs it himself. But I could see him finding it kinda sweet if you worked the pattern or colors into your own style. It also helps to tell anybody who wants to hurt you that you hand in hand with Bane. So, crossing you is crossing Bane, even when he’s locked away in Arkham.

The extreme size difference also means you can climb him like a tree, like hanging onto his back like a backpack, or hanging around his neck with your arms without your feet being able to touch the ground if he stands up straight.

You being Banes lover also probably becomes some of the “in the know” knowledge around Gotham. The bigger fish know not to mess with you since Bane would be breathing down their necks if they as much as thought about it.

But being Bane’s partner also means you’d know how to protect yourself and even kill if need be. Being much smaller than him and also being trans puts you at risk, so your lover would want you to know how to take care of anybody that tries to harm you when he’s not around. So, you end up knowing how to use a lot of different weapons and fighting styles one way or another.

But in the end, Bane is a respectful guy whose too damn smart to let you being trans get in the way of a relationship. Your big size difference is also cute in his eyes, since he can easily pick you up or just wrap you in his arms. It’s pretty damn great.

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recreationalfanfics · 11 months

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General Yandere Bane

THIS MAN IS FINE OKAY.

"Aw, mi vida, don't look at me like that." He coos mockingly, chuckling when your brows furrow even more towards him.

He chuckles as he makes his way over to you, his hand stretching out to touch your face. You try to move your head back but it's useless considering you were gagged and tied up to a chair. The tips of his fingers gently touch your cheek and slide under your chin, tilting your head up to look back up at him. His dark brown eyes behind his mask hold a shine of amusement to them but there was also something else. A softness that he has in his eyes that's so different compared to the usual icy detached look his mug shots had or the internalized anger when he stared dead at the camera's in the middle of his arrests. Yet you couldn't really say you've ever been scared when you met his gaze because he never looked at you that way. He looked at you like you were the one thing in the world that could give him peace, like you're very eyes were softening his hardened heart, and like you were the most precious and priceless thing on the planet. He looked at you like you were his lover.

Your heart would've been soaring from your chest with the way he looked at you, after all, his physique was impressive but there were other things that were admittedly attractive about him. His deep rumbling voice heavy with his accent, the way he spoke so intelligently and flatteringly towards you, and how despite his brutish self, always treated you so gently. However, he was still a monster. He had just snapped the necks of your fellow Arkham colleagues and then abducted you.

"Una mirada tan aterradora en tu cara." He jokes to himself as you continue to stare at him like he was the shit under your shoes. He pulls his hand back from your chin and crouches down in front of you, finally face level to you. He tilts his head to the side and he has a small smirk on his face, "You're truly a vision."

"He'll stop you," You say, sick of his smug face. Sick of how cocky he looked in front of you. Sick of how small and helpless he made you feel, "The Batman. He'll always stop you."

"Ay, Mi vida, you forget," He says, standing up again, "I've broken the bat before, both physically and mentally. While he did triumph many times, this time will be different."

You raise an eyebrow, "How?"

He messes with the gauntlet in his hands, the viens of his muscular arms turn green and you watch in horror as his lumbering shadow grows and grows before you. He's taller now, his eyes now glowing green, and even with his muscles being even more humanely bigger than possible. You try to shrink into yourself, your back leaning against the chair as far as possible, your head lowering to your shoulders, as if you wanted nothing to do than to dissappear from his line of sight.

"Because if he tries to take you..." He cracks his knuckles and his neck, "Romperé todos los huesos de su cuerpo."

#I read comics sometimes and GOD Bane is such a SNACK.#Bane x reader #Bane x reader dc comics #yandere bane x reader #gotham rouges x reader #yandere gotham rouges x reader #yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #yandere eduardo dorrance #eduardo dorrance x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere dc comics #dc comics x reader #yandere dc comics x reader #yandere detective comics

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tiredoffeelinglost-writes-shit · 1 year

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Fire in My Blood

Bane x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word count: 4908

Warnings: 18+, Non-con drug use, fuck or die (sort of), slight dub-con (but not really), unprotected sex, mainly PWP, unbeta'd

A/N: my first time writing smut so be gentle

You woke up in bed, slow and groggy. The pain in your head was rolling through you in waves and you thanked your drunk self for at least closing the curtains so there wasn’t too-bright sunlight burning through your eyelids. Idly, you hoped that whatever you couldn’t remember doing last night was worth a hangover this size. You shifted to cradle your head in your hands but your hands didn’t move. Panic washed over you, sudden and icy. Your hands were trapped above your head.

Forcing the panic aside, you tried to take in your surroundings. You didn’t want to open your eyes yet, in case you were being watched, so you listened hard for something, anything, to tell you where you were.

No footsteps, no shuffling, no breathing outside your own. Aside from our hands, you were lying comfortably on what you assumed was a bed, complete with a pillow under your head and a blanket that smelled freshly laundered. The room felt bigger than your bedroom and you could hear a kind of white noise outside the walls, getting louder and softer in intervals like–

Waves. Water.

You must be near the docks. Probably one of the abandoned warehouses frequented by one of Gotham’s handful of criminal enterprises.

Speaking of criminals, you thanked your lucky stars for the recent training in analyzing and understanding your environment from the man that still sent chills down the spine of most Gothamites.

You didn’t understand how you had caught Bane’s attention but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It took some time between your underground meetings and the handful of times he visited your apartment through the fire escape but you had molded a sort of companionship. He was gentler with you when you weren’t training. The glimpses you got of Bane the Man and not just Bane the Weapon had inklings of longing for something more worming their way into your heart but you squashed them to the best of your ability. You knew who Bane was and knew he could never see you as something more than what you had.

Taking a steadying breath, you slowly opened your eyes. Only a sliver of the room was visible through your eyelashes at first but you didn’t see anyone else around. You blinked your eyes open and looked toward your hands.

Plastic zip ties held you to the metal headboard, biting into your wrists. You flexed lightly, testing their strength, when a door to your left opened and a man in a long white lab coat walked in.

Jonathan Crane was an objectively handsome man. The whole evil mad scientist thing left a lot to be desired although, knowing him, he probably had a drug for that too. His attention was on a clipboard he was carrying. Talking to himself in soft murmurs, he strode confidently over toward your bed.

“Ah look who’s awake!” He finally looked up at you and smiled, full and genuine. “Perfect timing.” His gaze raked over you, cool and calculating, and it made your skin crawl, suddenly aware that you were dressed in only your bra and panties from the night before. The thought of Crane undressing you while you were unconscious had bile rising in your throat.

“What am I doing here?” you fought to keep your voice steady.

“I needed a guinea pig for something I’ve been working on lately. I was out looking for suitable candidates last night and saw you out with your friends.”

Something must have shown on your face because Crane waved his hand dismissively. “They aren’t here. They had too much alcohol in their systems and it would’ve taken too long for it to metabolize. I couldn’t risk that altering my results.”

Now your blackout made more sense. You had been out with a small group of friends at a bar just celebrating the end of the work week. Things had gotten a little fuzzy but you just assumed it was due to one too many margaritas. Crane must have slipped something into your drink.

Anger flooded you. “You kidnapped me to use me as a test subject?”

“You shouldn’t sound so ungrateful! You’re helping the cutting edge of science! Of understanding the human brain!” He sounded so earnest as if he truly believed in his work without a care in the world that he kidnapped you for it.

The panic you had been fighting down, hit you like a train. You were trapped on a bed with a madman who had plans for you and no one knew where the hell you were. You wondered how long it would be until anyone found your body. You had to get out.

“I needed you to be awake before I started the test, though,” he explained. “It will be much easier to judge how quickly the effects start if you're conscious.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a syringe and vial. The pale purple, syrupy liquid in the vial seemed to swirl as Crane pulled it into the syringe, his brow furrowed in concentration.

With the dose measured out, he turned back to you. You shifted as far away as your binds would allow, inadvertently pressing yourself further into the mattress.

“You’re a smart man,” you tried to reason with him, “You know who I spend my time with.”

Explicitly connecting yourself to Bane wasn’t something you wanted to do - whatever you two had felt tenuous at best - but desperate times call for desperate measures. No one would be dumb enough to touch someone with any direct connection to the man, right?

“Oh, yes, I know,” Crane’s smile was predatory, “and I’m counting on him coming to save his little pet.”

His palm pressed the side of your face into the pillow, keeping your neck extended even as you thrashed against the bed. The needle pierced the tender skin and Crane’s eyes glittered in the dim light as he released the drug into you.

“You crazy bastard!” Your wrists were bleeding freely now, slow trickles running down your forearms and dripping onto the sheets as you continued to try and pull yourself free.

Whatever he gave you didn’t hit all at once. It started in your chest, warm and slow, and radiated outward, but warm grew into too hot all too quickly, curled around your lungs and ribs, and squeezed. Your breath stuttered on the next exhale. Part of you expected to see smoke trailing out between your lips. Liquid fire pooled low in your stomach and you were suddenly, painfully, aroused.

“What the fuck?”

Your heart pounded in your ears, overpowering Crane’s monologuing no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on it. Fire raced in your veins and you pulled against your restraints, sparks licking your wrists.

Through the haze in your brain you could barely make out Crane talking about Lust and Fever and Sex and Orgasm and Death. Even firing on all cylinders, you didn’t know if you could find a good combination of those words.

Something in the distance caught his attention and he grinned like a shark, all predator and sharp teeth. Crane knew what it meant too.

“He’s gonna tear you apart,” you hissed.

“Oh, on the contrary,” he spoke slowly and looked in your eyes, making sure you understood every word, a condescending lilt in his tone, “I think he’ll send me a thank you gift after this.”

He left with a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine even with the growing furnace inside you.

With Crane out of sight, you squirmed to try and break the zip ties again but the new sensations had you gasping. Your wrists didn’t hurt so much anymore and what little pain made it through to your awareness landed just on the side of pleasurable. The blanket underneath you rubbed against you everywhere, everywhere, and your cheeks flamed when you noticed the wetness in your panties. You tried to force yourself to lay still - to stop and think about your next move - but your hips rolled anyway, searching for friction you wouldn’t find.

You squeezed your thighs together, chasing the orgasm you could feel rushing at you just beyond your reach. The coil snapped and it flowed through you like cool water down your parched throat. It broke the haze just briefly. You gasped a breath like coming up out of water.

If it was possible for you to blush further, you would’ve when you opened your eyes and were met with Bane’s. How much had he seen?

The man stood over you, stoic as ever, and gave nothing away. He watched you silently, taking in everything.

“This is not one of his usual toxins.” He finally spoke. It wasn't a question but you shook your head anyway.

“He said it was something he had been working on.” You swallowed hard, fighting a shiver. "He didn't start really talking until he had already drugged me and I couldn’t focus. Something about fever and sex and death but..." you trailed off, nervous and unwilling to really finish that sentence. Shaking your head was a mistake you learned as nausea hit you. “Needed a test subject.”

Bane nodded slowly, hard eyes glinting off the light as he looked around the room. “There’s a camera,” he mused. “He’s watching.”

“Sick fuck,” you seethed.

Bane huffed out something that could’ve been a laugh and wrapped his fingers around your wrist. You startled both of you by moaning lowly. His touch was like a soothing balm and lit match against your nerves at the same time.

His eyes were on your face but his fingers didn’t move.

“Fuck, I’m sorry- I don’t know-,” you stuttered. “Can’t think- Too fucking hot.” You clenched your teeth, cutting off the half-formed thoughts you couldn’t stop.

Calloused fingers brushed across your forehead and you bit back a whimper.

“You have a fever.”

You nodded, eyes shut tight. There was a heavy pause.

“You are…aroused.”

You turned your face away from him but nodded again, shame rocketing through you. Tears fell against your will.

“Please just get me out of here,” you whispered.

The zip ties snapped easily under his hands and you had to clamp down on your mind straying to thoughts of feeling those rough fingers on your skin again. Your core throbbed at the mental image alone. You couldn’t help rubbing your thighs together, breath hitching. Vaguely, you realized you were gasping out a string of apologies when Bane shushed you, just a hiss leaking out of his mask.

“You are not in control of your body. Do what you must.” The words came out stiff, barely contained anger tingeing them but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you.

Dark eyes met yours as you searched his face, needing to see if he was serious. His sincerity was open and unwavering. The weight of his hand settled on your stomach, the warmth of his palm bleeding into the coil inside you and snapping it just as soundly as the zip ties.

Your eyes rolled back and you groaned as that cooling wave shook through you, quieter this time.

“It will be easier if I carry you out but it may be…uncomfortable for you.”

“Do what you must,” you parroted his words with a weak smile, hoping for levity.

A silent nod was the only reply and he was wrapping you up in the blanket you had been laying on. The texture was scratchy and it insulated the heat of your skin but you bit your tongue. Strong arms lifted you effortlessly. You buried your face in the blanket and settled against his chest as he moved.

It was a position you had found yourself in before. You had a habit of falling asleep in places you shouldn’t and he often carried you to a place that wouldn’t have your back or neck screaming at you when you woke up. On one particular occasion, you had fallen asleep slumped over on the couch in your apartment and floated to awareness being lifted and carried to your bedroom. You felt like a child again, protected and cared for. Your nose pressed into his jaw, just under the line of his mask. He had laid you gently on your bed, still unmade from the morning, and brought the duvet up to your chin. You had tried to fight your way to full consciousness.

“Stay,” you breathed, afraid he wouldn’t hear. Afraid that he would hear and leave anyway. After a beat, the other side of your bed dipped with his weight, half laying, half sitting up against the pillows. You had rolled into him, soaking up his warmth. Later, you would blame pressing your face into his chest on the fact that you had still been on the wrong side of consciousness.

His hand tentatively rested on your shoulder as if he didn’t know what to do with it. You let out a light hum, hoping to reassure him. A smile almost slid over your lips when his palm slid down along your spine to settle at the center of your back.

Just before you slipped back into sleep, you swore you felt him press his mask against the crown of your head.

“Little one,” Bane’s voice brought you out of the fog in your brain, “Are you with me?”

You blinked your eyes open and lifted your head from the blanket cocoon.

“Always,” you replied. You became mildly aware that you were in your apartment but you didn’t remember how you got there. How long had you been lost in your head?

“My men are taking care of Crane,” he said. You both knew what he meant but the fewer specifics you knew, the better. “Barsad will make sure that nothing from the camera he had in that room will be seen by anyone.” His grip on you tightened. “He will never touch you again.”

He deposited you on your bed and was standing over you once again. He didn't show any outward emotion. You didn't know what to say or how.

"I'm sorry." You said anyway. It came out small and weak. Hell, you weren't even sure what you were sorry for. Getting kidnapped? Not being able to get out of the situation yourself?

Your head was too full of feelings you didn't understand. You couldn't think straight. You had never been more aware of your own body before. The lingering feeling of Bane’s arms around you, the godawful blanket. You swore you could feel your blood flowing in your veins.

Light fingertips ghosted across your forehead, pressing lightly on the creases between your eyebrows, and your eyelids fluttered closed. You bit your lip.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" He moved his hand from your forehead to your wrist. His thumb rubbing just under the wound that the zip tie left.

You shook your head, not trusting your ability to make any noise that wasn't wholly embarrassing.

"I need to hear you say it."

You swallowed hard. "No, it doesn't hurt. It’s like my body can't decide if it feels amazing or like I'm holding it next to an open flame." You rushed out.

“What do you need?” he asked after a heavy pause.

A simple question that had your head spinning. Rapid fire flashes of his large frame over you, under you, those rough hands all over you, inside you. You bit down on a moan, nearly biting through your lip.

“Just talk to me. Please.” It came out shaky and too vulnerable.

His brows furrowed. “That will not help with the effects of the toxin.”

Resolutely keeping your lips shut tight, another tear escaped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.

“I cannot just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering.”

You shook your head, the action making your head swim. “I can’t ask that of you. I won’t.”

His hand settled on your stomach. The pressure sent waves through you. The fire in your core roaring anew.

“You don’t have to ask. You just have to let me.”

Your glassy, tired eyes met his dark, earnest ones as you searched for something, anything, that would give you reason to say no. You weighed the option of just letting the toxin do what it would instead of ruining what you and he had.

But you couldn’t deny that you wanted what he was offering.

“Okay.” You nodded lightly.

You hissed as he shifted the blanket off of you. It felt like sandpaper against your highly sensitive skin. His gaze flicked up to you but kept on his mission, lightly tracing his fingers up your thighs. It might've tickled a little if you had a better handle on your nerves.

There was only a slight pause in his movements before he was bending down to pull his boots off and then joining you on the bed, kneeling in front of you. His eyes searched your face as he spread your thighs, placing one of your legs on either side of his hips. You fought down every bit of embarrassment you could feel burning red on your cheeks and looked away.

“No,” he spoke softly but clearly. A calloused finger under your chin turned you back to meet his gaze. “Don’t look away, little one. You need to stay present and tell me if I do anything to hurt you or if you need me to stop. I want to help, not cause more harm. Understand?”

Only after you gave a small nod did he release your chin and return his hands to your inner thighs, higher than before. His thumbs rubbing small circles mere inches from where you needed him.

His eyes caught on the damp patch darkening the fabric of your panties. He made a single slow pass over your center with his thumb. You bit down on the inside of your cheek and let out a rough exhale, your fists curling into the sheets.

“Try to relax,” he rumbled, gaze flicking up to your face and back down. “I understand this must be unpleasant for you but fighting the toxin will prolong the effects and may make it worse.”

A whine escaped your clenched teeth as you forced your muscles to relax. His thumb began slow, even circles over your clit, like a reward. Pleasure rose quickly now that you had stopped pushing it down.

“Nothing said or done here will leave this room,” he assured you. “You are safe to do what you need to get through this.” He hooked a finger around damp fabric and pulled your panties to the side. The first brush of a callused fingertip sent a jolt up your spine. “Tell me that you understand.”

Your hips rocked minutely, chasing his touch. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

His finger slid inside you in one push and your walls tightened around him, sending you over the edge again. You couldn't be embarrassed about the noise you made even if you tried.

The toxin’s haze faded marginally again. In all honesty, you had hoped that an orgasm brought on by someone else would have been all it would take but, of course, Crane’s concoctions are never that simple.

As many times as you indulged fantasies of Bane in your bed, though you would never admit it aloud, you didn't want it to happen like this. Not when it was only like an obligation for him.

The finger steadily pumping inside you became two and the stretch brought you out of your thoughts with a whine.

Bane slowed but didn’t stop. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, no, it’s just a lot,” you reassured him, moaning around the last word when picked up his pace again. “It’s like I’m feeling everything double or triple.”

“It’s good then?”

He curled his fingers slightly, searching.

“So good.” You choked on a gasp when he found the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Those rough fingertips massaged tight circles around it while his thumb copied the movement around your clit.

Moans flowed from your lips unhindered. One of your hands reached down to clutch at his wrist while the other tightened in the sheets.

You could feel the crest coming but it was just out of reach. Your head thrashed on the pillow, grinding your teeth.

"Fuck, I can't. It's not-" you stopped with a whine, tears gathering in your eyes. Your hips rolled of their own accord in search of friction.

“It’s not enough,” he finished for you.

"Crane told me that you'd send him a thank you gift for this." You blurted out. "Like this was something you wanted."

He froze.

“He’s wrong, right? Of course he is,” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “You don’t want this. Why the hell would you? I’m just me. An annoyance even on a good day, a hindrance on any other. I’m not-”

Pressing his hand over your lips, he stopped your rambling.

"Not like this." It was quiet but you heard it, you knew you did. Your gaze met his again and you just stared at him for a heartbeat then two, willing yourself to take a chance. Telling yourself it would be worth it.

Fuck it. If it goes wrong, you can just blame it on the toxin.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling yourself further toward him. Your heat pressed against the obvious tent in the front of his pants. His hand fell from your lips as you dragged yourself up to him, close enough to share breath.

“Please.” You ran your nose along his cheek and quickly unhooked your bra. His eyes flicked down briefly once the lace was removed and laying on the floor.

“Little one,” he murmured.

"You're the only person I would trust with this." You pressed a firm kiss to the front of his mask.

A harsh breath hissed out from behind the grate. He took only a brief pause to gather himself before moving off the bed stripping quickly. Your eyes raked over every inch of newly exposed skin. Lightly tanned, criss-crossed with scars, and stretched over his wide frame and well-built muscles. You’d seen him shirtless before under much different circumstances and it was a sight you had guiltily used on nights when you were alone and you knew this was something that you would add to your shameful late night fantasies until the day you died.

His cock slapped against his stomach as his pants hit the floor. The sight alone had a whimper crawling up your throat. He was thick, flushed red and leaking, and you couldn’t tell if the need to feel him inside you was more the toxin or your own.

Your breath caught when his fingertips curled into the top hem of your panties. His gaze held yours until the lace joined his pants on the floor and he returned to his spot between your thighs.

He wrapped a hand around himself, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Are you with me?” His eyes searched yours.

“Always,” you breathed.

He filled you slowly, measured, careful, and watching your face the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you and he was acutely aware of the size difference between the two of you. His fingers flexed against your thighs, keeping you still in his grasp.

Even with the toxin’s effects on you, the stretch of Bane filling you had a twinge of discomfort filtering through the pleasure otherwise washing over you.

He finally bottomed out and you let out a low groan. You couldn’t decide where to keep your hands and they flitted from his shoulders to the bedsheets to his forearms to his abs, anything you could touch. Maybe if you found something to hold on to, you could keep yourself from floating away.

Bane grunted as you clenched around him and minutely ground his hips into you.

“Shit, move please,” your fingers dug into his forearms.

You expected him to be rough and fast. Simply chasing release with his mission as a sole focus. But this was something else entirely. He was still focused but his mission was you, not just getting off. He was curled over you, forehead pressed into your shoulder, caging you in with his forearms and rolling his hips into you. It felt amazing.

But it wasn’t enough. You could tell he was holding back, even if it was for your sake, and, if this was the only time you got to experience Bane like this, you wanted all of him.

“Bane, baby, please.” You gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face up from its hiding place. Flicking your eyes up to meet his wild ones, you planted a firm kiss onto his mask, running the tip of your tongue along the grate. “I’m not gonna break.” You dug your heels into his ass, urging him on. His eyes darkened at your words, pupils already blown wide. His hips snapped forward with a grunt, forcing a gasp from between your lips. He levered up on his knees, towering over you, as he pulled out almost entirely and wrapped your hips in a bruising grip.

A growl slid out from behind his mask as he looked down at you.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned out. Your eyes rolled back when he filled you again, impossibly deeper than before.

Long gone was the caring pace he had set before. Every one of your favorite fantasies of rough sex with Bane couldn’t compare to the real thing. Part of you was already excited to see the vibrant bruises you’d find on your hips later.

Bane’s angle was perfect, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with devastating precision.

“Oh fuck, right there, please.” Your fingers curled around his wrists and your back arched up off the bed.

You bit your lip hard to try and stop the string of embarrassing whines escaping with every powerful thrust.

“No,” something akin to a snarl clawed out of Bane’s throat.

He pinned your wrists above your head, holding you fast with one hand. He ran the thumb of his other over your bottom lip, spit-slicked and bitten red, and pulled it from between your teeth.

“I want to hear every single noise of pleasure you make,” he growled.

You caught his thumb between your teeth and curled your tongue around it. His fiery gaze dropped to your lips as you sucked, drawing the calloused pad deeper into your mouth.

“I’ve heard those pretty sounds fall out of your lips countless times, I’ve heard you call my name at night, don’t you dare hide them from me now.”

He hooked his thumb behind your teeth and pulled down. A hard snap of his hips forced a loud cry from between your lips.

“Good girl.” He chuckled darkly.

He released your jaw and trailed his hand down your neck. His fingers found your nipple, spit-slick thumb circling the bud before pinching it between rough fingers. You squirmed beneath him as he twisted and pulled, the bite of pain only serving to amplify the pleasure coursing in your blood. He showed the same treatment to your other nipple and you fought weakly against the hold he had on your wrists.

“Please, fuck, please,” you moaned. At this point, you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your head was fuzzy with the tightening of the coil in your stomach. Each drag of his cock inside you, each grind against your clit, feeling wholly and solely overwhelmed by the man above you, nothing else existed outside this moment.

“Let go, little one,” he purred. He reached down and rubbed tight circles over your clit. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

You screamed his name as the knot in your core snapped hard and your vision went white. Bane snarled and buried himself to the hilt finding his own release as you lost yourself in the waves of your orgasm crashing one after another.

Floating back to yourself, you felt a firm body under your cheek and tentative fingertips tracing along your back.

The toxin had burned itself out, no longer smoldering in your core. Now, you were afraid. Was all that just because of the toxin? Had Bane just reacted to you? Of course, he had offered but what if none of it really meant anything to him? Hell, it probably didn’t. Just a means to an end.

You didn’t realize you had started shivering until Bane moved you to lay over him and wrapped his arms and the duvet around you.

You slid your hands under his shoulders and pressed your face into his neck.

“Are you with me?” you whispered, fighting to keep your voice steady.

A beat of silence and his arms tightened around you.

“Always.”

The talk that both of you knew needed to happen, could wait just a little while longer. For now, you were content to stay in the moment. You placed a slow line of kisses down his neck and pressed your nose into the juncture of his shoulder instead.

“Sleep now, little one,” he rumbled beneath you.

Just before unconsciousness took you, you felt him press his mask into the crown of your head.

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— DRAGONS BANE ʾ ⋆

CHAPTER ONE — arrogance and goodwill.

glossary ; chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six.

summary ; the war of the greens and blacks is almost underway and the great houses of the realm are picking sides. queen alicent needs the reaffirmation that house tyrell, the seat-holders of highgarden and wardens of the west, will not flock to the cause of princess rhaenyra.

pairing ; enemies-to-lovers!aemond targaryen x tyrell!reader

warnings / notes ; aemond is a bully and throws insults at you and it’s your first day! what fun. mentions of war and death. typical canon violence and scheming. reader is often called tyrell-esque nicknames; little flower, sweet flower, etc. p.s - helaena hasn't married aegon yet, i don't think i made that clear.

a fortnight ago, a raven came bearing the mark of a crowned, three-headed dragon.

“the crown summons you, lord randyll of house tyrell and warden of the south, and your esteemed daughter, to king’s landing. we humbly ask for the service of your daughter as a lady-in-waiting to the princess helaena targaryen.”

it was no secret that the dragons caraxes and syrax have been frequenting the skies of the plains of the reach. the crowned heir, rhaenyra targaryen, and her prince consort, have been going back and forth with your lord father. what their conversations were about, you didn’t know, but there was one thing you were sure of; someone was to be married.

the road to king’s landing is one that bored you; the ripening fields of the west had passed by in a blur, endless heaps and fertile hills morphing into vast, simple plains. in the distance, you can make out the faint pinnacles of mountains.

king’s landing is quick to come within sight. with towering red walls and a well-guarded fortress, it caused you and your father to share a look of dismay. the carriage continues through the road, endless arrays of beige and brown buildings taking up the space of the sky. highgarden was a beautiful place, one that surely looked better than this.

the carriage is pulled into the castle walls, where targaryen banners fly proudly in the sky. the roar of a dragon causes you to peek out the window; overhead, a massive shadow of a dragon covers the clouds above king’s landing. within seconds, the beast breaks through the gray-shield and lands somewhere in the distance.

“it’s alright, sweet flower. this’ll all be over soon.”

you want to tell your father that what he says isn’t true. it won’t be over soon. an invitation to king’s landing, one that was a demand rather than a request, did not mean that you would be able to go home so easily. no doubt that they knew your father was in correspondence with the princess rhaenyra.

the convenience and timing of their request was an invitation enough to ignore their letter, turn the parchment to ash and flock to the safety of princess rhaenyra’s wings. though you did have to admit, even her word could not overpower the word of a queen’s.

you want to pull your hair out, claw at your father, and beg him to return to the safety of highgarden. though an honorable man, you knew he would do no such thing. if the royal family wanted the presence of house tyrell, you had no choice but to obey.

the carriage had pulled to a stop and the gentle hand squeeze of reassurance from your father did not do well to quell the feeling of distraught in your stomach. sickness begins to crawl over your skin. nonetheless, as a dutiful daughter, once the carriage doors part and your father exits, you swallow the lump in your throat and take his hand, allowing it to help guide you down.

now standing in front of it, the sheer height and regality of the red keep does not fail to take your breath.

“come, my daughter.” into the dragons den, you thought.

you follow your lord father wordlessly up the steps and into the halls of the red keep. targaryen household guards line almost every entrance, adorned in black and red armor and a shining dragon. you do well to keep directly behind your father, following his long strides with one’s that you tried to equal. soon, his steps slow to a halt and he bows at the presence of another man. you can’t help but notice the pin on his lapel; otto hightower.

“my lord hand,” your father greets. he turns, a smile forming on his face when he makes eye contact with you. he extends his arm out to you, pulling you into view of the hand of the king. “may i introduce my daughter, lady (y/n), the joy of highgarden.”

you allow yourself to curtsy under the watchful gaze of the hand, giving him a small, polite smile despite the uneasiness in your stomach. he seems satisfied by this.

“a beautiful, splitting image of her late mother,” the hand remarks before motioning for you and your father to follow. you both share a look before trailing after the hand. “the king is not feeling very well at this moment, however, the queen and her children have gathered to introduce themselves.”

that mere sentence could not have prepared you for the ginormous double doors that swing open with relative ease, the long hallway of the throne room in full view. what a power play, you thought. four heads are gathered at the base of the iron throne; three bear the famous silver hair of targaryen children and the other has brown, curly locks put into a neat bun. two household guards part the way and one announces your entrance.

“the lord hand of the king and lord randyll tyrell, warden of the west and lord of highgarden. with him, his daughter, the lady (y/n) tyrell.”

still, you and your father follow ser otto and the iron throne becomes closer and closer. you’ve never seen it up close, but the mere light that reflects off it’s twisted and gnarled handles indicate it’s sharpness. what an ugly thing.

you and your father stop at an appropriate distance and are abandoned by the hand. instead, the hand moves to stand by his daughter.

from the silence that settles in the air, you hear, “what a lovely chest she has.”

quiet, but not quiet enough, your eyes shoot toward the speaker and it’s the closest one to the queen mother. you lock eyes and do your best to not make a disgusted face at the way he’s eyeing you - like a predator to its prey. you quickly become uncomfortable. pulling at your dress, you attempt to make yourself small.

then, a concealed sneer falls from the lips of the man farthest from the queen and on the other side of who you assumed was princess helaena. donning an eye patch, he doesn’t hide the small, sly smirk that quirks the corners of his mouth up.

“thank you for traveling all this way, my lord. we are grateful for both your dedication to the crown and your trust with the safety of lady (y/n).” it is now queen alicent who speaks. eloquent words fall from her mouth, one’s that your father happily drinks up. you give him a side eye, watching him converse with the queen mother.

as they talk, your eyes can’t help but gravitate towards the targaryen prince that sneered. with long, silver hair tied back with a leather bound, and dressed in hightower colors, his singular eye returned your stare. unwavering and unblinking, he watches you carefully, almost as if inviting you to a stare down. you grow flustered under his gaze and break eye contact, your eyes drawing themselves to the floor.

introductions had been made, but you didn’t pay attention - something you were sure would come around sooner or late.

“aemond, my son. why don’t you show lady (y/n) around the keep?” the question from his queen mother breaks his trance and he turns his head. aemond was the only one his mother had trusted; aegon was a force too untrustworthy and his sister, well, the queen didn’t want to scare away the lady-in-waiting so soon.

aemond gives a defiant glare and scoffs when he realizes his mother was serious, he says in a low, but not low enough voice, “is that not a job for a steward, or dear helaena herself?” how offensive. you and your father share another look, his brow quirking slightly and begging you to stay silent. who did the prince think he was?

it’s otto hightower who speaks next. it’s hushed, but still audible and commanding, “do as your mother says, aemond.”

aemond grumbles something under his breath that is not audible to you, his head turning as he stares at you once more. you turn to your father and give him a quick hug, placing a delicate, chaste kiss on his cheek.

“bye, my sweet, i’ll see you soon.” another string of words that reaches deaf ears; this felt like another lie. each step you take towards aemond feels closer and closer to a trap waiting to be set off. aemond joins you at the bottom of the steps and disregarding his station and duty as a gentleman, he walks past your extended arm and instead leads the way. wordlessly, you follow without hesitation. behind you, you can hear the squabble between alicent and who you assumed to be aegon.

your hands gather behind your back as you follow aemond’s long strides throughout the keep. his walk has a certain swagger to it, one that screamed arrogance. you decided that, even now, with so little evidence to backup your feelings, that you did not like this.. prince. you quicken your steps to become side-by-side with him. you quietly curse to yourself when you realize you’re on the side that has his eyepatch.

“you are.. aemond targaryen, yes?” you ask, though it seems like your question doesn’t reach his ears. perhaps his ear was damaged in his.. incident? you repeat your question, your words louder than before.

he moves his head obviously and so slowly that it unnerves you, and he blinks his good eye at you, annoyance veiling the once solemn expression he had, “the one and only.” how pretentious. besides the sound of heels and boots clicking against the floor, silence befalls between you two again.

after a moment, “i’ve heard that you ride the ginormous beast.. vhagar, is that true?”

“queen of all the dragons, yes.” if he didn’t make you feel inferior before, then by seven hells, he sure did now. you huff in annoyance and defeat, eyes surveying the castle walls. you two pass what seems to be a courtyard, one that has an open roof where sunlight beams down. a few more paces and you pass a corridor that has stairs leading up, you assume that’s the stairs to one of the royal apartment towers.

“and that’s how you lost–” assuming the subject is touchy, your sentence is quick to be interrupted by the abrupt turn of aemond, who grabs your wrist and faces you with wild vexation in his one eye.

“do not assume that we are to be friends,” he begins, looking down at where his hand met your clothed arm. he releases it as if he was burned by the mere touch. the words that flow freely from his mouth drip with poison. “i do not like you, and i will not like you.”

once his words register in your mind, you’re quick to allow offense take over your mildly shocked expression, then your brows furrow in anger, “have i done something to offend my prince?”

my prince. aemond does little to not show that he despises the title you’ve called him.

“i don’t make friends of oath-breakers,” he sneers. oath-breaker? who, in sevens hells, was an oath-breaker? surely, he didn’t mean you? even if he did, what oath did you break?

“oath-breaker?” you echo loudly, bewilderment replacing the angry scowl on your face. “tell me exactly, my prince, what oath did i break? why do you assume i’m trying to be your friend?”

these questions falter aemond’s facade and he desperately looks for a way out. as a prince, no one dares to question his word. he hadn’t been clever enough to think ahead, less think that you would be defiant against his word, and now being sharply questioned by you, he didn’t know what to say back. too many assumptions and too less of evidence, aemond scowls at you.

“you’re asking me questions as if you want to be my friend.”

you scoff in disbelief, “i’m asking you questions to be cordial, not to be your friend. cordiality seems to be something you lack.” aemond’s eye widens with bafflement, but his face returns to an angry facade.

“do not presume to tell me what i lack,” he spats. the one-eyed prince turns on his heel and walks a few paces away, though, he’s quick to return to you with long strides. “you are here by the graciousness of my queen mother and as a gift to my dear sister, helaena. you will fulfill your duty and leave. until then, we are not friends.”

you throw your hands up and scoff loudly, staring at the prince in anger. perhaps unladylike and unbecoming of a handmaiden to the princess helaena, you roll your eyes.

“fine.”

aemond wants the last word, so he repeats it back with an equal ferocity, “fine.”

with that and an aggressive spin on his heel (the ends of his coat seem to dance in the wind with some sort of rare regality, though you wouldn’t admit that), aemond targaryen abandons you in the courtyard.

“what an imbecile,” you finally say to yourself under your breath.

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #dragons bane #my writing

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cowboy-caboodles · 1 month

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respectfully requesting some more wholesome Jack and Crutchie being idiot brothers content <3

RESPECTFULLY PROVIDING THE CONTENT BCS THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME!!!! and i will be doodling the two of them being idiots together more!!

(i’m digging through my ask box over spring break i promise im gonna respond to them all 🙏🙏)

#newsies #character art #livesies #art #jack kelly #newsies art #crutchie morris #jack x crutchie (PLATONIC)#i just know crutchie is so incredibly good at getting what he wants and jack never falls for it #literally my life as an older brother to the bane of my existence (jk i love my little brother)#they’re so silly #dont think about the absolute heartbreak jack must have felt when crutchie was taken #i couldn’t even imagine that happening to my brother #anyways i hope u like!

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hijackalx · 5 months

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i think batshit crazy durge x gortash is cute too ok. but also i think that plays a lot into durge behaving exactly like orin despite gortash stating that he liked durge because they werent like orin at all.

he says he liked that durge could control themself (mostly), and i think the fact that you get a choice on whether or not they act on their urges a lot of the time is proof of their self-control. theres only like a handful of instances in the game where acting on their urges is mandatory.

also, @/wilchur’s post about the butler always needing to keep durge in check is really interesting, because i think thats further proof that durge always kind of fought their urges/was inclined to rebel. they HAD to do evil fucked up shit, but maybe that doesnt mean that they always wanted to…… even before orin sabotaged them.

BONUS: obviously gortash is drawn to control and orderliness. in the books where you can find his plans for the city he basically says he’s going to be running that bitch like the military, lol. literally everything he does is for control. so, naturally, he would be drawn to durge’s level of self-control. yall picking up what im laying down?

and maybe….. dare i say…… the fact that they would resist the spontaneousness of their urges is what was actually attractive to him……..— WAIT DONT SHOOT 👐

#like he never liked orin for a reason IS ALL IM SAYING #also does he not say that bane admires durge? or did i imagine that?#i didnt add that in cuz i actually cant remember lol #enver gortash #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #enver gortash x dark urge #durgetash #dark urge #bg3 spoilers

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18+ SMUT, Bucky is a menace and your little baby boy is a little shit, just like his dad.

Warnings: Horny dad Bucky, breeding kink, m masturbating, smutty smut with fluffy fluff

Bucky smirked, watching you pad around the kitchen, your hair still messy from the way he'd taken you apart that morning. Nothing was more beautiful than the way you looked right after sex; skin still warm, lips plump, your legs slightly shaky. You had thrown on his boxers and t-shirt, getting breakfast started, another set of little foot steps making their way down the hall.

Bucky looked up from the kitchen island, grinning at the way his son trudged in, his teddy bear tucked under his arm, softly rubbing his eyes. He walked straight to you, tugging on your shirt and holding his arms up, deciding he needed your cuddles first before food.

"Good morning baby bear" You smiled, scooping Jamie into your arms, giving his chubby cheek a kiss. You adored the pouty face he had, exactly like Bucky if you ever woke up him too early.

"Mama" He let out a sleepy yawn, snuggling into your hold while you kept him on your hip, pouring some coffee for you and Bucky. Of the many things that drove Bucky feral, the biggest thing was seeing you and the baby you made together. He didn't know what it was. It was something he never got tired of seeing, his mind now flooded with images of how pretty you had looked when you were pregnant. Your round belly. Full breasts. Tired face. The glow of your skin. He couldn't keep his hands off you then and he wasn't about to keep his hands to himself now.

Bucky grabbed a few plates, getting the table ready, eyes still locked on you while you continued to sway with the little one, the movement of your hips enticing him even more. He gave your ass a playful pinch while reaching for the dishes in the cabinets; if you weren't already carrying his son he would have fucked another baby into you then and there.

You yelped, your skin heating up, glaring at your husband while he wiggled his eyebrows, a silent message for where his mind was. Your son frowned, disliking the way you had stopped rocking him, now busy silently communicating with his daddy, your attention no longer on him. You set Jamie down, moving the food to the table.

"Don't touch mommy" He poked Bucky, a determined pout on his lips, unamused at his fathers antics so early in the morning. Mornings were his special cuddle time with his mommy, it wasn't fair, especially since his daddy got his "cuddle time" with you all night anyway.

"Yeah James, don’t touch mommy" you sasses while Bucky shook his head, his blue eyes narrowing at you, watching you bend over to pick your little one up and carry him off, sitting him in his highchair.

"Whatever you say, doll" Bucky murmured, with a new goal in mind.

If thats the game you wanted to play, who was he to go against what his little one said....

The rest of the day was torture for you.

Bucky made a point of walking around without a shirt, flexing his arms, his sweats handing low on his hips.

He made sure he pressed himself against you each time he had to just get by, letting you feel how hard he was, loving the way you glared at him.

As he stepped out of the shower, water droplets running down his body, his towel looked like it was about to fall off the entire time, the flimsy material doing nothin to hide the way his cock was erect and throbbing.

The little shit knew exactly what he was doing.

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"James" You whined, your hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer to you, your patience wearing thin. You were sitting on the dresser, nearly begging for Bucky to do something, anything but he shook his head, shamelessly letting his boner press against his pants. Bucky had teased you relentlessly all day, only to pull back each time, insisting he couldn't touch you. You came back from your date night with him, quickly shooing Steve away after he had put Jamie to sleep, in hopes Bucky would finally break and touch you.

"Thought I couldn't touch mommy" Bucky cocked an eyebrow while you pouted, the softest whine slipping past your lips feeling his erection press into you. "I really want to mama, but you heard what the little one said" Bucky chuckled at your frustrated growl, he could practically smell your arousal, loving the way your legs had parted, trying to press your core on him and rub yourself on his thigh.

"James!" You whined again, your pussy throbbing at the way his muscles tensed, your clit desperate for some type of stimulation. “Please...”

"Sorry baby, gotta keep my hands to myself" He kissed your cheek, stepping away from you and disappearing into the closet, throwing off all his clothes and emerging in just his boxers. You nearly drooled, his thick cock desperately straining against the fabric, desperate to be touched. Bucky laid down on the middle of the bed, one arm tucked under his head, the other coming down to give his boner a squeeze.

He locked his eyes with you, hooking his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, throwing them off and spreading his legs wide for you. His hand trailed down his body as he started to stroke himself, his chest rising and falling, groaning at the way you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together.

"W-what are you doing" You stood by the foot of the bed, unable to tear your eyes away from his weeping tip, his balls full and heavy, his hips rocking up every so slightly to match the movements of his strokes.

"What does it look like I'm doing" Bucky smirked, continuing to drag his fist up and down as he worked his cock, hissing, swiping his thumb across his slit. You could feel your pussy clench as he moaned, closing his eyes, his other hand coming down to tug at his balls. "Feel's fuckin' amazing baby, you know what I'm thinking of?" He locked his eyes with yours again, loving the way your dress was now on the floor along with your panties as you moved to straddle his thigh.

"Thinking about that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock baby, letting me blow all my cum and paint your walls”

You moaned, rocking yourself on him, your clit pressed firmly against his quads, grinding down for some type of simulation.

"Thinking about putting another baby in there mama, seeing you pregnant again, just imagining it makes me so fucking hard" He started to stroke himself faster, growling, watching your composure crumble further. “You see how wet my cock is for you baby, all thick and swollen, fuckin sensitive for you mama”

“Bucky pleasee” You’d never sounded this needy, your eyes glassy and skin hot, making a mess all over him.

"Can't touch you mommy" Bucky shook his head, letting you rock yourself faster, your head thrown back as you rubbed yourself on him, “Look at you, humping yourself and making a mess all over my thigh baby” Bucky tskd, moaning as he continued to touch himself, bringing his hand up to stroke the tip of his cock.

“So sensitive, my cock feels needy baby, you know that? Would feel soo fucking good to be in side your pussy right now, s’what I need, m’so horny for you mama, m’gonna end up having wet dreams tonight if I don’t cum at least twice right now”

“Need it James” you whined again, pleading with him, the smirk on his face making you more frustrated. “Want it in me” You were gushing around him, his thigh soaked from your arousal as you spread your legs further, circling your clit on him.

"Go ahead then baby, take what you need from daddy” Bucky tucked his arms behind his head, biting his lip as you scrambled to line yourself up with his cock, rubbing the silky head against your entrance. Bucky growled, using all of his restraint to keep himself from thrusting up as you sunk down on him, bouncing on his cock.

"F-fuck touch me daddy!" You cried out, your fingers dinging into his chest, slamming yourself down on him, your thighs already shaking. You could feel his hips rutting up slightly, his self-control starting to break each time your boobs bounced in his face, the thought of them full and swollen with milk making him feral.

"You sure thats what you want mama? You need daddy to touch you?"

"P-Please!"

"Whatever my angel wants" Bucky grabbed and flipped you under him, pounding you into the mattress while his hand came to play with your clit.

"This what you needed huh? Daddys fingers to play with your clit while his cock stretches and fills you?”

“Fuck yes daddy, needed this” Your nails clawed down his back, moaning at the heavy weight of his body, his hands all over you. He fucked you harder, precum making a mess in your pussy, his cock desperate to blow in you.

“You like when daddy touches you here baby? You need daddy to make you feel good, touch you all over, you like when daddy gets all fucked up and horny like this?” The bed creaked under Bucky’s relentless thrusts, the both of you climbing higher and higher, moans growing more desperate.

“Don’t-don’t stop!” Your pussy practically choked his cock as your orgasm started to crash over you, pulling him in deeper. You bit down onto his shoulder to keep from screaming, ankles locked around his waist.

“M’not gonna stop baby, not gonna stop till there's another baby in your belly. Not gonna stop until I have you knocked up and full of me” Bucky could feel his balls pull tight against his body, cum surging through his cock ready to spill into you.

“Get ready baby, gonna make you a mommy again, gonna get you so fucking pregnant-FUCKK” He stilled, moaning loudly against your neck, ropes of his seed throbbing inside you pussy, his cock jumping as he continued to spill inside you. “Take it baby, take daddy’s cum”

He continued to lazily rut into you, the both of you sweaty and panting as he leaked out of you, his head resting on your chest while you played with his hair. He let out a satisfied hum while you kissed his forehead, stroking his scruffy cheek.

“Y’know, if we have another little one, that’ll be two babies you have to compete with if you want my attention” You giggled while Bucky shot you a look, shaking his head.

“This is what I get for giving you a son as stubborn as me” Bucky chuckled, getting up to grab your clothes when he heard the sound of tiny feet padding towards your bedroom. “He loves his mommy just like I do”

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bullshittingmywaythroughlife · 1 year

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Person A: You... punched him.

Person B: I would've done a lot worse if you weren't here.

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kasirose · 1 year

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What would happen if Book Magnus met Show Magnus 👀

#deciding on outfits for them was hard #they have too many iconic looks #but my fashion sense is like Alec's XD #whelp season 1 maroon shirt was iconic so we going with that ig lol #idk what I did for book magnus outfit but I tried XD #kinda based his appearance on the way cj draws him cause it's pretty close to how I imagine him in the books #magnus bane #Magnus Bane Fanart #magnus lightwood bane #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanart #show magnus #book magnus #the mortal instruments #harry shum jr #sketch #my art

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samantha-rae-velcher · 8 months

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THE LEAGUE PT.3

Bane x Fem reader

Requested by: @ravenlillithdelaney ❤️

Warnings: Smut! Violence! Swearing!

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

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Y/n stood in Daggett's living room, listening to him yell at her and question her on where Bane was. He had his henchmen send for him, saying it was urgent.

"Where is he!?" Daggett yelled. "He's costing me money!"

"Im sorry but I don't have a tracker on Bane 24/7!"

Daggett glared, stepping closer and grabbing a hold of her lapel.

"I don't care for your tone." He seethed. "You will find him, and-"

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." Bane's voice sounded from behind Daggett. There was a glimmer in his eyes, one of concern when he saw how Daggett had a hold of her.

He let go of Y/n, spinning around to face the large man. His voice was cocky, as if he had the slightest bit of order in this room.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Your plan is proceeding as expected."

"Oh really?" Daggett asked. "Your hit on the stock exchange, it didn't work my friend. Now you have my construction crews going around the city, at 24hrs a day. How exactly, is that supposed to help my company absorb Wayne's?"

Bane towered over Daggett, turning his attention to the henchmen and Y/n.

"Leave us." He said.

"No, stay here. I'm in charge."

Y/n watched as Bane set his hand down on Daggett's shoulder, fear spread over the smaller man's face, once he realized just how much danger he was truly in.

"Do you feel in charge?"

The henchmen took his leave, but Y/n stood there she refused to leave after how Daggett spoke to her. She knew that he had it coming, and she didn't want to leave.

"I paid you a small fortune." His voice got significantly quieter, he was most definitely shitting his pants at this point.

"And this gives you power over me?" Bane asked.

"What is this."

"Your money and infrastructure have been important." Bane gently brushed his knuckles over Daggett's cheek, making the smaller man slightly tilt his head away. "Until now."

"What are you?"

"I'm Gotham's reckoning, here to end the borrowed time you've all been living on."

"Y-you're pure evil."

"Im necessary evil."

Y/n flinched, looking away just as Bane snapped Daggett's neck, her heart did a flip as she heard his body drop to the floor.

Heavy boots made their way over to Y/n, her gaze stayed on the tiles until Bane's shoes came into view. His hand came up, tilting her chin so she was looking at him.

"Come, little Rabbit."

She nodded, fallowing him as they left the building. They went back into the sewers, and into Y/n's room. She sat on her bed while Bane stood there looking at her, moving closer he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Did he hurt you, mouse?" He asked.

"No."

Bane brought her closer, leaning her head against his hip. He gently rubbed her back in order to comfort her.

"I told you to leave us." He whispered.

"I didn't think you were going to kill him."

He suddenly got on his knees in front of her, lightly he gripped her arms keeping eye contact. Y/n could get lost in his gaze, the dark brown just making her lose all train of thought.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes, of course. With my life."

Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, bringing her even closer to him.

"I'll fallow you anywhere, Bane. You tell me to jump off a building, I'll do it. You tell me to abduct a scientist by taking off in a plane that'll be going down, and I will." She giggled.

Bane's heart fluttered as she pressed a gentle kiss to his mask. He took her into his lap, grinding her against his hard cock.

Y/n whimpered burying her face in his shoulder, slowly Bane removed her cargo pants along with her panties, freeing his cock from it's confines and lining her up.

They rested their foreheads together as he slowly pushed in. He started thrusting slowly up into her, gripping her hips and moving her against him.

"B-Bane you're so thick." She moaned.

"Take me, little rabbit."

His thrusts became harder and faster, Y/n's hands gripped his biceps in desperation. She trailed kissed down his neck, nipping at his collar bone. Bane groaned when he felt her teeth against his skin, his heart raced as realization set in that she was allowing him to use her body in such a way. The fact that she would trust him with her astounded him, he was usually feared but Y/n looked to him for comfort and warmth.

He slowly ran his hand down her stomach, slipping his fingers past her folds and began rubbing tight circles against her clit. Y/n cried out, the feeling of his calloused fingers overstimulating her was enough to make her melt.

"Please." She whispered.

"Please, what?"

"Make me cum. Please, make me cum."

Bane picked her up as if she weighed nothing, her back hit the wall and his large frame trapped her against it. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rutted into her again, this time harder. Her nails clawed at his back, a thin sheet of sweat covered both of their body's as their moans filled the room.

His finger attacked her clit once more, making her gasp and clench around him. The feeling had Bane letting go, and with a gutteral groan he coated her walls. The warmth of his release sent Y/n into a frenzy, she felt hot and cold as her muscles tightened, spilling her liquid over his throbbing cock.

Bane laid her out on the bed, pulling her against him and engulfing her in his warm embrace. Y/n snuggled into him, he made her feel safe, as if nothing in this world could ever harm her.

"Never leave me." She whispered.

Y/n suddenly felt his arms tighten around her.

"Never, little mouse."

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"Not as serious as yours, I fear." Bane said, his voice echoing though the sewers.

Batman turned around, his voice barely above a whisper, "Bane."

"Let's not stand on ceremony here, Mr. Wayne."

Y/n looked over at Selina Kyle, who stood behind the fence that had been dropped between her and Bruce, trapping him in. Selina had regret written all over her face, she obviously didn't realize that Bruce was Batman.

Y/n stood there and watched as Bane and Bruce fought, two people she cared deeply about where below her pounding the ever loving day lights out of each other.

"Theatricality and deception, powerful agents to the uninitiated." Bane said, making his way down the iron steps towards Bruce. "But we are initiated, aren't we Bruce? Members of the league of shadows."

Once more the two began fighting, the bat attempted to hide in the dark, but Bane found him immediately. Bane was able to take the bat down again with ease, taking out a detonator, he clicked the button setting off small bombs planted overhead. The ceiling fell in large chunks, a long with the contents of bruce's armory.

Bruce stood, ready to fight again.

"Ah yes." Bane said, throwing the detonator aside.

"I was wondering what would break first."

He slammed the bat to the ground, "Your spirit."

Y/n watched in horror as her large friend picked Bruce up over his head, "Or your body."

Memories of them playing years ago raced through her mind as she watched Bane bring Bruce down, successfully breaking his back against his knee.

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"Ready or not, here I come." Y/n yelled, her voice carrying through her yard.

The young girl took a few laps around her house, checking under the porch, behind the car, in the shed, but she couldn't find her friend. She suddenly heard footsteps on the roof above her, Y/n looked up to see the boy standing there smiling down at her.

"How did you get up there, Bruce?"

"I'll never share my secrets."

"You climbed my dad's hedges didn't you?"

The young boy nodded.

"How do you expect to get down?"

"I'll jump."

Y/n giggled while shaking her head, "You'll break your ankles."

"Watch me."

He jumped off, rolling as he hit the grass.

"Are you okay!?" She asked, startled.

"Yeah." He lied, not wanting to scare her further.

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Bruce was dragged off by two of Bane's men, the rest raided the many things that fell from the armory.

Y/n ran up and down the many flights of iron stairs, attempting to find either Barsad or Bane, but she ended up running into both.

"Where-"

"Where will he be taken?" Bane finished her sentence, his back turned to her.

Barsad sneered, looking her up and down.

"Why do you care?" He asked.

Bane turned around to face her, the look in his eyes told her that he knew the truth. He knew her and Bruce had been friends, she was afraid he wouldn't trust her now that he knew.

"The pit." Was all Bane had to say, tears stung her eyes. Y/n had to keep her composure, she couldn't show that she cared enough to cry.

Y/n nodded, turned and headed in the opposite direction. She walked through the streets of Gotham, not afraid of the police. The sun had gone down awhile ago, most street lamps were either flickering or fully out.

Y/n rounded a corner and she bumped into a large figure, she looked up and locked eyes with Bane. He gazed down at her, his expression soft but still concerned.

"I wondered where my rabbit ran off to."

"His rabbit?" She thought.

"I needed time to think."

He nodded, not missing her small shiver. Bane took off his coat, wrapping it around her.

"You can accompany me to the pit if you like, I leave in the morning."

"I think it would be best if he doesn't see me with his enemy."

Bane nodded, he held out his hand for her. Y/n smiled, taking it and stepping closer so he could pull her into a hug. This man was never one for physical affection, but when he met Y/n he wanted to do nothing but protect her and hold her. She was so small compared to him, so delicate.

"As you wish, My little Rabbit."

THE END ❤️

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