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daddy-issues-99 · 7 months

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Bane x GN!reader

You're very self conscious about your body and think that Bane wants and deserves so much better than you

600 words

SFW-Body image issues, crying, hurt/comfort, fluff

All you saw were imperfections: stretch marks, blemishes, scars, nothing beautiful to you in the slightest. You stood in front of the mirror staring at your figure. Nothing was perfect. Not for you. Not for him.

You wanted to cry. Most people felt at least decent about their bodies and here you were, standing in front of a mirror, sucking in your stomach, pulling at your skin, just staring at everything you hated.

You felt defeated. All you wanted to do was feel confident, feel beautiful. Not necessarily for you, but for him.

You could feel the tears about to fall from your eyes when the door opened and you quickly brushed them away. "What are you doing?" He asked, setting his stuff down next to the bed and turning to look at you standing next to the mirror.

You took a breath, trying to hold back your tears "Bane, am I ugly...?" You asked quietly, bringing your hands up to cover your face, unable to hold back your tears.

As you stood there crying you felt two large arms wrap around your waist pulling you into a tight hug. He rested his head on your shoulder looking into the mirror. The scene of you crying making his heart shatter.

"How could you even ask something like that?" He asked, his voice quiet and sorrowful. You let out a sob hearing the tone of his voice: heartbreak.

"I'm sorry" You said quietly. "Don't apologize." He said soft but sternly. "I just...I don't know what to do." He looked at you with a confused expression. "About what?"

"Look at you and look at me; you're so perfect and I'm just...me. Why do you love me?" You asked quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror before you. You looked up to see the reflection of his eyes: sorrow.

"Is that what you really think?" He asked, still holding you close against him. All you could do was nod. He turned you so you were facing him, slowly bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. You didn't want to look at him, fearing if you did you'd only cry harder.

"Look at me. Please." He said, lifting your chin up to look at him. You slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes filling with tears. "You are everything I could ever want. You are my everything, my muse, my life. Never doubt that, my love. You're perfect" You let out a small sob, a mix of happiness and anguish.

He pulled you into a hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I ever do to make you think of yourself this way?" He askes, gently caressing your back. "You did nothing, you never have. I just...why me? You could have anyone on this earth. Why someone like me?" You asked, looking up into his eyes searching for a response.

He stood there silently for a moment before placing his hands on your hips. "Turn around." "What?" You asked, visibly confused. "Go on. Turn around."

You hesitantly turned around to face the mirror once more. "You want to know why you're perfect?" Before you could respond he gently wrapped his arms around your waist once more, placing his head on your shoulder. "My arms wrap perfectly around your beautiful figure. I get the privilege of resting my head on your shoulder. To be able to look in the mirror and see those mesmerizing eyes of yours. You're my perfect fit, in every possible way, my love."

A tear fell from your eye, not from sorrow but from happiness. He held you tighter as you placed your arms on his, taking in the moment. He loved you. Every imperfection, every flaw, everything you hated. All you could do was savor the moment, turning to give him a proper hug. "I would give the world to see you; every part of you."

"I love you so much." You said, holding him tightly. "I would trade the stars for you my love. Don't you ever forget that."

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samantha-rae-velcher · 8 months

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THE LEAGUE PT.4

Bane x Fem reader

Requested by: @ravenlillithdelaney ❤️

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Talia death, use of a knife.

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read! KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

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Y/n stood on the roof of city hall, she watched as the raiders and pillagers ransacked nearby buildings. They dragged people from their homes, severely harmed them or even killed them and took whatever they owned.

Y/n heard heals clicking up behind her, she recognized the footsteps. She didn't even bother to move as Talia came up, and stopped beside her.

"Bane is doing this for my father." She said.

Y/n scoffed, "Your father? He can suck my big toe. He excommunicated Bane because all he could see was a monster, when the true monster was him."

"You didn't know my father."

"Neither did you. And you didn't know Bruce either, but you had no problem hopping into the sack with him."

Talia turned to her, she sneered and looked Y/n up and down.

"You think Bane cares for you?" She asked. "You're just part of the plan, just like Daggett. When he no longer needs you, you'll meet the same fate."

Y/n smiled, stepping really close.

"You haven't got a clue what's going on here, do you Ms. Miranda Tate? Well I can assure you, if one of us is to fall...it's not gonna be me."

With that, Y/n turned on her heal and headed back inside. She was passing a room when she was halted.

"Y/n." Bane's voice called.

She backed up and made her way into the room. Y/n stopped in front of Bane, clasping her hands together behind her back.

"This is Dr. Crane." He said, motioning to the person behind her.

She closed her eyes in annoyance, her and Johnathan Crane have had their dealings, and said dealings have left her despising him.

Y/n turned towards the man, walking up to him and as he was about to go for a hand shake, she landed a hard punch to his nose.

"That was for using your fear gas on me, fuckin prick." She growled.

Going for the door, she smiled at Bane.

"We've met."

___

Y/n sat in her makeshift bed, her thoughts clouded over with worries of Bruce. She cracked her knuckles, attempting to relieve some tension but failed. Heavy boots entered the room, she looked up to see Bane taking off his coat and throwing it onto the desk. He slowly made his way over to her, taking a seat next to her and rubbing gentle circles against her back.

"Why do we need Talia?" She asked.

"She plays a very important part in our plan, she's vital to the mission. Without her we wouldn't have been able to locate the bomb."

Y/n's gaze dropped the floor, he could feel she was upset and irritated.

"Tell me." He whispered.

"Gotham's my home, it'll hurt to see it go. And Talia is a mouthy bitch, she's not the same little girl you saved, Bane. She's arrogant, rude, thinks she's the Queen of Sheba, and expects me to fallow her every fuckin word! No! I'm not gonna stand for this, she may have fooled Bruce, but I'm not gonna let her take control of my hands and bury me six feet deep! Sorry, but it's not happening."

Bane chuckled, he loved it when Y/n ranted. She got all worked up over such small things, he knew she didn't like being ordered around by anyone else, but it's the way it was right now.

There was a silence between them for a few seconds before Y/n broke it.

"Bruce is gonna get out."

"It's impossible, he can't."

Y/n shrugged, looking up at him.

"You don't know Bruce like I do."

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"Exile or death!?" Crane yelled, his voice echoing though city hall.

"Crane." Gordon called. "If you think we're going out onto that ice willingly, you have another thing coming."

"Death then."

"Looks that way."

"Very well! Death, by exile!"

Y/n was about to march off and intervene, until Bane grabbed her arm and held her back, without looking up from what he was doing.

His men started leading Jim Gordon and the rest of the cops outside, when Bane finally looked up and motioned towards Talia, who was in the small crowd of cops.

"Bring her to me." He said.

Y/n watched as they did as he said, Bane and Talia left the room, leaving Y/n steaming out the ears. She went outside and stood out front, daring for someone to shoot her. At this point, the bullet would probably bounce off or shatter on impact. Y/n was so pissed she felt like she was made of titanium.

A sudden light on the bridge caught her eye, she squinted, focusing on it. Her eyes widened in realization, it was a bat symbol.

Y/n ran inside, busting into the office Bane and Talia were in. She waltzed up and pointed out the window.

"Did I not tell you? I swear I'm fuckin psychic or something cuz that shit was on point."

Bane looked to where she was pointing, he lowered his brows and stared for a moment.

"Impossible. Talia, stay here. He'll come for you."

He tapped Y/n's shoulder and motioned for her to fallow him out of the room. They went back downstairs and out the front door, he leaned against one of the pillars and glanced over at the Bat symbol again.

"What side are you on?" He asked.

Y/n gave him a look that said "really?"

"I care for Bruce, but I fallow you. I'm not here because of Ra's Al Ghul, I'm here because of you."

Her gaze looked to the finally rising sun.

"I love you, Bane. I'm with you until the end."

___

Just as Y/n expected, Bruce had rallied the cops of Gotham. Now there was a full on battle happening outside, and what was she doing? Hiding in city hall because Bane told her to stay put? Was it because he knew she couldn't bring herself to hurt the police, nor his men?

Y/n stood in the corner of the main room of city hall, pistol in her grip. She just about screamed when Bane was knocked backwards through the door and Bruce came barreling in after him. One of Bane's men ran at him, but was immediately knocked out. Bruce threw the man's gun to Talia and went back to attacking Bane.

"Cover the doors." He yelled to her.

Y/n watched in horror as Bruce shoved, punched, and kicked around Bane. Wait, why wasn't he fighting back?

At closer inspection, she noticed that the tubes on Bane's mask were detached. She raced over attempting to pull Bruce away, but was shoved to the floor. The batman held her down and was about to punch her when he noticed who she was.

"Y/n?" He asked. "You're working with Bane?"

Bruce quickly slid off of her, he pushed Bane against the rock Island in the middle of the room, his attention still on her.

"B, I don't have any excuses."

"Good." Talia's voice sounded from behind her. "Because, we don't want to hear them."

Y/n's breath hitched when she felt a gun being pressed to the back of her head, Talia looked over at Bane. The glimmer in his eye was like something she's never seen, he's never given her that look before, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

She crouched down beside Y/n, smirking like the little shit she was. Bruce looked between the two women, his focus completely off of Bane.

"I wouldn't have expected you to be working with the child of Ra's Al Ghul." He said.

Talia slowly slipped her knife out of her pocket, "He's not the child of Ra's Al Ghul..." She jammed the blade into Bruce's side, still smirking. "I am."

Y/n locked eyes with Bane, she could see that he was in a lot of pain. He look so weak and tired. She wanted to help him, but was afraid to move on account of the pistol being pressed to the back of her head.

"I've waited years for this moment, Y/n." She whispered. "You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of killing you."

She twisted the knife in Bruce's side, smiling when she saw Y/n wince.

Talia cocked the gun, and was about to pull the trigger, but a separate bang rang out. Y/n flinched, thinking that was it. Thinking she was dead, never to be heard from again. Until Talia's body fell limp behind her, she looked around for where the shot came from, when her eyes landed on the gun in Bane's hand. It was pointing toward where Talia once knelt, Y/n was speechless. Never in all her years of knowing Bane did she ever think she'd see the day where he kills Talia.

Y/n looked over at Bruce, "Go." She said.

"What?"

"Go. The detonator for the bomb may have been blocked, but it's still on a timer. Get your ass up and get it away from the city."

"What about you?" He asked.

"I have other shit to do, like helping him."

Bruce looked between Bane and Y/n, he stood and with one last glance, then ran for the exit.

Y/n straddled Bane, one by one she began to take each tube on his mask and gently press it back into place.

"Why did you choose me?" She asked, feeling his strong gaze on her.

"I love you." His voice sounded strained and weak. "I'm with you to the end, My little Rabbit."

THE END ❤️

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mlmxreader · 7 months

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Public Toilets | Bane x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“You need to let go, and to have some fun” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane isn't keen on things like clubbing and being in public, he gets tense and worked up... but luckily, you know just to calm him down

: ̗̀➛ spit as lube, anal sex, swearing, Masturbation, anal fingering, public sex, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The underground club scene was alive and well within Gotham; villains mingled with heroes and both danced and drank with the everyday Joe who needed to let loose after work. It didn't matter who they were. The club scene had something for everyone; harsh and loud dance music, even harsher and louder metal.

Everything in between. You weren't really sure how you managed to drag Bane along with you, given his distaste for public appearances when he was a more than wanted man, and you couldn't really blame him.

But he was there with you, keeping his heavy hand on your shoulder to make sure you didn't get separated from each other; heavily breathing through his mask as the heat started to get to him a little more than he first expected.

But you were so keen, he couldn't deny you. Bane could never tell you no when you wanted something, always bowing to a flash of the puppy dog eyes, or the slight whimper in your voice. Bane could never say no to you, even if he tried.

But he was tense, and you couldn't help but to notice as you dragged him into one of the toilet cubicles, your hands on his chest as he stood against the door.

"Bane?"

"Mm."

You tilted your head to the side slightly, raising your brows. "You alright?"

He shrugged, he didn't want to ruin your night and he wanted to at least try and have fun. "I'm fine, little one."

"You're tense," you pointed out, hands on his arms as you gently squeezed the thick muscles. "You need to let go, and to have some fun - trust me, yeah?"

He nodded slowly. "Always, little one."

Slowly, you guided him around until he sat on the toilet with his legs spread; you eyed his lap hungrily, licking your lips before you swallowed thickly and dropped to your knees between his legs.

His breath hitched, and he growled out a soft huff of your name under his breath; he resisted the urge to cup your jaw in his hand and force his thumb between your lips.

"What are you thinking?"

You grinned, looking at his crotch for a moment. "I was thinking I might know a way to help you relax."

"And what do you suggest?"

"Well, there's two options," you told him. "Either, you could fuck me, or you could fuck my mouth."

Bane grumbled under his breath. "I want you on my lap, little one."

You nodded, getting up off of your knees and dropping your trousers; Bane followed suit, sitting back down and giving his cock a good hard few strokes as he took in the sight of your body.

Watching as you copied him and started touching yourself. He got you to spit on his hand so he could make his cock a little more slick; you did it again as you started to finger your ass.

Bane was entranced, and when you told him that you were ready, he almost sprang to his feet.

"Are you still up for it?" He asked with a soft growl.

You nodded eagerly, bracing yourself against the door. "More than."

Slowly, Bane thrust into you, making you moan loudly; his hand went to your mouth, covering it so nobody could hear as he started to rock his hips against you, losing himself a little in how you pushed back against him.

Fuck. You felt so good.

He was so big, and so thick, you thought he was going to tear you open but you didn't want him to stop; he was still gentle, though, grunting softly in your ear as he pressed his cold mask to your skin.

Shivering, you moaned loudly against his hand, closing your eyes tightly. Fuck. With the added risk of getting caught so easily, you couldn't deny that you knew you wouldn't last long; frantically and desperately trying to fuck yourself against his cock.

Far from the usual talkative sex that you usually had. No, this was just pure lust.

"You're being so good," Bane grunted out quietly. "So, so good for me, little one."

"Daddy…" you murmured, rolling your hips. Your ass clenching around him and only spurring him on even more. "Please… fuck."

Bane's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a second, nearly letting go of your mouth in the process; but he was quick to come back to his senses, steadying himself with a hand on your hip as he rammed into you and started to thrust harder and faster.

Your muffled moans and begs for him to keep going only made him try and go as hard and fast as he possibly could. Wanting nothing more than to make you cum and to fill your ass with his own.

Fuck. The thought of stuffing you with his cum made him growl as he let go of your hip, focusing his attention on touching you instead.

"I wanna cum," you whimpered against his hand.

"When you're ready, little one," he told you firmly. "When you want to."

You nodded, losing yourself in the thrusting and the soft praises for a moment before you finally felt it happen; freezing up for a second as you gasped his name. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Oh, fuck.

It only made Bane's resolve crumble as he finally came in you; he kept fucking you, not caring as he stuffed as much of it into you as he could. Claiming you completely. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Bane kept going until he could feel himself soften, clearing his throat as he sat down for a moment and used the toilet paper to clean his cock; he stole a look at you, admiring his masterpiece.

"You know," he mused. "I really do feel a lot less tense."

You were still bracing yourself against the door, grinning as you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath; your legs were shaking, but you could nod as you laughed softly. "That's alright, then."

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thebiggerbear · 2 months

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Bane Masterlist

(works coming soon)

dividers by @firefly-graphics

#bane #bane x reader #bane x female reader #bane x you #bane x y/n #dcu fanfiction #dcu fandom #bane masterlist #bane fanfiction #nolanverse #character: bane #character masterlist

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sharksnshakes · 2 years

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Confrontation - Bane, Jonathan Crane (Nolanverse)

Gn! reader is sick of Bane’s threats and Crane’s jurisdiction. In a moment of bravery (or stupidity!), reader tells the villains exactly what they think.

A/N; tom hardy’s bane motivated me to work out and I am not even joking. takes place during the events of tdkr. also, these are two separate mini fics with the same prompt! crane’s feels ooc but MAYBE IF HE HAD SOME SCREEN TIME it’d be easier to keep him in character...

Wordcount; 530

TW; mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of injury, suggestive themes (nothing explicit), reader has no sense of self preservation and kind of gives pick me but the villains are into it

Bane

“You have no power over me,” you hiss, jabbing your finger into Bane’s chest.

He’s a hulking figure, and intimidating, too, especially with the mask obscuring half of his face. His breathing is too loud, too harsh, and too ragged to feel human, skin stony under your touch.

His brow lifts. “Is that so?”

That strange accent sends a chill down your spine, but you nod your head anyway. “Yeah, it is.”

He watches you wordlessly. You can’t stand the silent staredown, so you state your mind.

“You might have a bomb capable of blowing this city to smithereens,” you start, “You might be able to crush my windpipe with your pinkie finger. But you have no domain over me, no say in my actions, and absolutely no ground to stand on right now. So back. Off.”

Bane stills, as does the crowd watching. For a moment, you’re convinced you’ve signed your death warrant. It’ll only be a second until the hulking man grabs you by the scruff and tosses you into judgment himself, and with the way he’s staring at you, he’s probably thinking of several creative ways to do it.

After a painfully long silence, the monster of a man chuckles.

“As you wish, little one.” He steps back, and your hand drops from his chest, falling uselessly to your side.

His next words are spoken softly at a volume only you can hear:

“Your fire is admirable. I hope you put it to good use.”

Crane

“You have no power over me,” you growl, jabbing your finger into Crane’s chest.

He watches you silently, a gleam in his eye. He’s tall, but not too much taller than you are, and you match his amused stare with a withering look. The position of judge, jury, and executioner has evidently raised Crane’s self esteem; it’s also overinflated his ego.

“From where I’m standing,” he says, frowning at you mockingly, “It sure doesn’t seem like it.”

You scoff. “I’m not afraid of you, Dr. Crane.”

That’s what does it.

His eyes sharpen, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Really?”

You open your mouth to speak and he grabs your hand. The next thing you know, he’s pressing a canister of fear gas to the side of your face, your body flush against his. When he speaks, his voice is several octaves lower.

“What about now?”

He’s enjoying this, and you don’t need to look at him to know it.

You breathe deeply, steeling yourself.

“I’m afraid of being sprayed with the toxin, and I’m afraid of what I’ll see. But no, doctor,” you say, irritation overpowering your fear, “I am not afraid of you.”

Something glimmers in his eyes when you call him by his professional title: he’s a narcissist, indeed. A beat passes, then two, and he backs off as quickly as he came.

You step back, withdrawing into the safety of your group. All eyes are on you, whether you want them or not; a few onlookers boo, disappointed by the lack of death or incapacitation. Crane looks out at them, amused, and a smile tugs at his lips.

“We’ll see about that.”

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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So Much Pain - Bane X GN Reader

Title: So Much Pain

Bane X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mentioned), Reader's adoptive parents (Mentioned), Reader's adoptive grandmother (Mentioned), some orphans (Mentioned), Bane's henchmen (Mentioned), and people from the pit (Mentioned)

WC: 2,429

Warnings: Mentions of past violence, mention of blood, suggestive, slight angst, kidnapping?, fluff, and mentions of injuries/scars

For the past couple of months, you were doing everything in your power to help Bane. He had done so much for you, that you couldn't help but return the favor. Bane had saved you long ago. You were in the pit with him since you were born, your mother died almost immediately after, and as a young child, he took care of you. He split his rations with you, made sure you were clothed, and so on. As the years went on, you grew fond of your savior, cuddling into him for warmth at night, whispering secrets in the morning. And, when the fight broke out, he helped you get out of the pit. You didn't leave without a reminder of the cursed place, your hands still hurt at the memory of the rope and your leg still bared the scar from the rough rocks.

When you got out, you traveled until you were found. It was hard in the beginning. Bane had thought you to trust no one, that was until you were brought into an orphanage and adopted out only months after. To those children, luck was on your side. Some children had spent their entire lives in the orphanage, waiting for a loving family to choose them to join their perfect home. But, you didn't want them. Though the couple that adopted you, Frank and Mellisa were great and treated you as one of their own, it was never enough. You wanted more than what they could offer. You needed something real. Something permanent.

It wasn't until you were twenty-two years old that you met Bane again. You were overjoyed to see him again. You saw the news on the tv, the reporter showing the video footage of Bane. He had gotten taller, stronger, you noted. What really stood out to you was the mask covering his face. It worried you slightly, unnerved you. Why was he wearing it? Was it a fashion statement or something more?

For a good two weeks, you went out every day in search of your long long friend. You didn't know where to look or anything, and you knew it was dangerous to leave your apartment alone, walking the streets alone. But, you had to find him. And, soon enough, you did. One of his delightful henchmen grabbed you from an alley and blindfolded you, taking you into the depths of the sewers of Gotham. There... You saw him again.

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Roughly being sat down in a chair, the blindfold was pulled from your face. You blinked rapidly and looked around, confused and beyond worried for your life. You should've brought spray or something with you. Looking around you were in a cement room, somewhere deep below the surface of the Gotham streets. It was cold and yet you were thankfully for the lighting that was provided in the small room; the fluorescent light hanging above you. There was a small bed, no bigger than a twin sized or full, covered with many different blankets and one pillow. Besides that, a small wooden box, what was in it? You didn't know.

Then you heard the heavy footsteps, and finally, him. Arms crossed, wearing some sort of vest, Bane held eye contact with you before standing in front of you. Tall and brooding, you could feel a slight tension in the air. You were happy to see him again, but you didn't know what to say or do. You didn't know if he was still the Bane you remembered.

"One of my men thought it would be wise to bring you in." He spoke, voice deep and slightly robotic behind the mask.

You said nothing, waiting for him to continue. Bane brought over another chair, and turning it around to sit down, resting his heavy arms on the headrest, he continued to stare.

"In other words, he has been... Terminated." He finished and you bit your lip, knowing what that meant.

"You got out." You finally spoke, and Bane nodded. "How did you..?"

"The same way you did. A couple of years later... When I had more strength." He spoke simply, and you nodded, frowning slightly.

"You didn't come to find me?" You asked, Bane cast his gaze to the cement wall momentarily.

"I did, once..." He started and you tilted your head curiously.

"The orphanage." You guessed and Bane gave a short nod, looking back at you.

"I couldn't take care of you in the ways that you needed. Not anymore. You coming to Gotham was just luck."

"Fate." You corrected, and Bane scoffed.

"You're a romantic, aren't you?" He asked, and you shook your head, smiling softly.

"I don't think I am." You said.

Bane shook his own head. "They filled your head with romantics and fantasy, now you believe it all."

"What do you mean?" You questioned, and Bane stared back at you.

"Do you remember the pit?" He asked bluntly, and you froze.

"Yes..." You whispered, biting your lip until it bled.

You remembered the fights, the screaming, the pain. You curled your hands into fists, feeling the phantom pain of the burning ropes, the scar on your leg pulsing.

"Then you know the world is a dark and unforgiving place." Bane told you, and you swallowed thickly.

"No one cared about me. No one saved me, except for you. I know the world is cruel. I know people are evil. But, that doesn't mean there isn't any hope." You explained, and Bane's eyes narrowed.

"There was so much you didn't know. So many things that you didn't understand." He spoke, before standing.

Walking over with heavy steps, Bane hesitantly reached out, his fingers lightly caressing the top of your head. His voice was soft, gentle like you remembered, "And, so many things we need to go over, deliciae."

He then quickly left the room, leaving you to your lonesome once more.

~~~

As the days went on, Bane visited you every night, and just like before he held you close as you both fell asleep. You couldn't remember the last time you had such a peaceful sleep. Normally, nightmares pierced your brain, waking you covered in sweat and tears. But, in the darkness of the sewers, hand placed over Bane's chest, you felt the steady thumping of his heart. Knowing that he was safe and alive eased you. It was like he never left, and you were still in that hellish pit, huddled into him for warmth and protection. Yet, this time... You felt safe.

His visits lasted for two weeks, and you began to ask questions. You learned that he was one of the most feared criminals currently in Gotham City, and that he had the plan to destroy Gotham. You were all for the plan actually. Gotham was a terrible place filled with scum and villainy. You were sick of it, tired of seeing the crime and corruption that ran through the streets. You supported him, like he supported you.

~~~

Laying side by side, you watched as Bane's chest rose and fell with each breath, and your mind wandered. Bane stirred, and you turned your head to watch his face. He seemed restless, moving restlessly, his body tensing as his breathing calmed down. His arm moved slightly under your head, his other hand holding onto your waist tightly. Your eyes roamed the man before you, landing on the mask. You slowly reached out, as if to pet a stray cat or a wild deer, softly trailing your fingers along the strange mask. Bane hadn't spoken much about the mask, only that he couldn't take it off and that it helped him ease the pain.

You knew what love was. It wasn’t like in those books you read, nor the movies you had watched. This love you had for Bane was indescribable. You felt it deep inside, and no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, it always found its way back. It was a constant pull that drove you crazy. Your heart beat faster when he entered the room, your face heated up at the sound of his little name for you. As if you couldn't understand what it meant. That you were loved by him. And you did not know why this was so important to you but you just wanted more than anything else to be with him. To feel his arms around you again and know that everything would be alright.

Your heart plummeted at the thought of Bane hurt and in pain. You didn't want to see him like that. You wanted him to be strong, to be healthy and whole again. You didn't know how he was able to move about without the mask, but the thought of him struggling in pain made your stomach churn. So, you conjured up a plan of your own.

~~~

That was where you were at now, sitting at a small desk Bane gave you, looking between the notes you took and the multiple books you had. One thing you were grateful that your adoptive parents did for you was gave you a good education. You were smart, when in the pit you only knew Latin, Spanish, and Portuguese, but once moving to the US, they taught you English along with Italian, since your adoptive grandmother only spoke a little bit of English. You also graduated early from your high school, starting college at seventeen. By then, you already had enough credits to graduate early and join the workforce, so you did.

Now, you were studying criminology and psychology, working towards becoming a psychologist. You wanted to help others and assist them through their troubles. Along with that, you had a fascination with Chemistry. You wanted to help Bane. Help him by figuring out a way where he could still get his anesthetic but not have to wear the mask. It was hard work, and you almost felt as if it was impossible until you began reading a certain book.

Supposedly, with three different types of pills, which you could never pronounce correctly, there was a way for Bane to get his anesthetic without the mask. You felt as if you could cry with pure joy at the realization. Now, all you had to do was try and get the three pills, a whole supply of them for Bane too. You didn't know if it would work, but you had to try.

~~~

"No." Bane said simply and you pouted, shoulders dropping.

"Bane, please. This might be a slight cure for you." You begged, reaching out to touch his masked cheek.

Bane sighed and closed his eyes.

"I can't." He stated plainly, and you frowned, sliding your hand back towards yourself.

"Why?" You asked, and Bane grabbed ahold of your hand gently, his large hand encasing your small one.

"It's just a waste of time, deliciae." He spoke, staring down at you with his deep blue-green eyes, "Just because I'm in pain doesn't mean you have to suffer."

You frowned, shaking your head.

"How does that make sense? You're in pain! I have found a way for you to not be in any pain anymore." You huffed, "I hate seeing you suffering. I can't help it."

"It's a mask, it's just a mask. That's all it is." Bane chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

"Why can't you just send one of your henchmen out and get them? Just one set of pills. I know what I am doing, Bane." You argued, and Bane sighed, before letting go of your hand.

"Fine." He spoke, and you smiled up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him, hugging tight.

"Thank you!" You exclaimed, reaching up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheekbone.

~~~

Pills in hand, you double-checked your work before walking over to the bed, and sitting down beside Bane.

"From my research and a couple of books, I believe you have to just take one of these each, once a day." You spoke, uncapping each pill case and dropping one pill of each in his hand.

Bane looked down at the pills, if he was nervous, he didn't show it. Picking up a glass of water, you handed it to him.

"It should only take an hour for it to work, so it's not cured, but you at least won't have to wear the mask 24/7." You told him, and Bane nodded.

"You are very clever, deliciae." He praised deeply.

"I've studied chemistry, Bane." You spoke, shrugging, "I thought I'd do this for you, since you helped me so much."

Slowly, Bane gave you back the water as you watched him take off the mask. With a shaky breath, you let your eyes linger on his full lips, watching as they moved. He plopped the three pills into his mouth. He drank down the water, closing his eyes before setting the cup aside. Then he reached over to touch your hand, running his thumb across your palm.

"Thank you again, deliciae," He whispered, smiling only slightly, but you noticed it, smiling back.

Bane placed the mask back on and the two of you sat for the next hour, waiting.

~~~

Looking down at your watch, you sighed with bated breath, "It's time."

Bane reached up for his mask again, unclasping it and setting it off the side of the bed. Breathing in deeply, Bane said nothing as he turned to you.

"Is it working, are you in any pain at all?" You asked, scooting closer to him, taking his hand into yours.

Bane shook his head, looking down at you, his eyes searching yours. There was so much emotion in those beautiful eyes, and he kept looking into them, as if trying to read you.

"I feel fine."

Smiling brightly, you wrapped your arms around Bane, nuzzling your head into his neck, holding him tight.

"Well, I'm glad." You whispered, stroking the back of his head.

"We should get some sleep, deliciae." Bane murmured, but you stopped him.

Pulling back, your eyes glanced towards his lips, now free of the mask, and you felt your heart begin to race.

"Bane, I-" You started, but Bane leaned forward quickly, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your heart raced faster and you felt like melting into him, kissing him back desperately. Your hands gripping his shoulders. You moaned softly as Bane kissed harder, tugging at your hoodie with his large hands. Falling back on the bed, his lips brushed against your neck.

"What about sleeping?" You asked and Bane smirked slightly, gazing down at you.

"Sleep can wait."

#bane x reader #x reader #slight angst #cute #fluff #dc #dc comics #bane #eduardo dorrance #bane x gn reader #bane x you #bane x y/n #x gn reader #y/n #dc imagine #dc fandom

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spacefish370 · 1 year

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shark bait?

bane x half demon shark reader?

the reader wakes up on the beach. They do not remember anything. their clothes are shredded they look to see a big city and walk to the lights. they end up in an alleyway where thugs try to mug the reader. they kill the men with ease but the were starving so they ate the men's dead bodies. unfortunately they missed one but the bat handled that. he was shocked not by the gory scene but by the happy and polite reader who just went along with whatever he said. after the introduction to the batman the man of the hour came to see why his men were taking so long. bane and batman fight but reader just sits there happily playing with a poor mans eye ball. batman sends both of them to Arkham. much to the dismay of bane the share a cell. will the lunatic grow on bane? what happen to the reader to make them lose their memories? how will Gotham recover from this double trouble? who knows,I haven't thought that far yet.

#dc comics #bane #bane x reader #dc x you #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc bane #bane x you #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years

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Believer masterlist

Bane x Wayne!Reader

Summary: You grew up as an orphan in Gotham and you only found out who your parents were after leaving the orphanage...

Warnings: kidnapping, murder, violence, smut, age gap, implied reader description by relation (Bruce Wayne x Rachel Dawes)

Chapter 1 • Summary: It was hard to find Bruce Wayne in his solitude, it would be harder to explain who you are...

Chapter 2 • Summary: You find out your father's most well-hidden secret...

Chapter 3 • Summary: His worst fear comes true, you get caught up in his business...

Chapter 4 • Summary: During the first few weeks of your captivity you spend most of your time with Bane...

Chapter 5 • Summary: Batman comes to your rescue... or something like that...

Chapter 6 • Summary: Months go by as the city is on lockdown...

Chapter 7 • Summary: The end?

#bane x reader #bane #bane x you #bane x wayne!reader #wayne!reader #series masterlist #my stuff #my fics

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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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maegalkarven · 7 months

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The "You have ruined me" Durgetash but with a twist.

Gortash ruined Durge for Bhaal, making them desire something over than death and destruction, making them want something (someone) for themselves. Making them lower their defences around him and inevitably providing Orin an opening to strike (I'm a firm believer Orin shifted into Gortash to get close to Durge).

And Durge ruined Gortash for Bane, making him...dare I say a little bit soft, making him wish to SHARE power and not hoard it all in his steely grasp. Making Gotrash seek an alliance, wanting an equal. Wanting the things for himself, things what contradict what Bane tells him he should seek or want.

In the end they both are worse by that, but in the unexpected way.

Neither Gortash nor Durge are what their gods want them to be. They're traitors, if merely in thoughts, of their goals, their paths, what they were meant to be.

In the end The Absolute plot falls because mortals do what they always do: act by their own will, compromising carefully constructed plan of the gods.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #dark urge #durgetash #goretash #dark urge x enver gortash #gortash x durge #'you make me forget my god' but make it evil. make it cunty #'i no longer want what my god designed for me. i want you. together we can overthrow any god standing in our way'#'the time of masters is gone. it's time for US to control the narrative. do what WE want to do'#changing each other so drastily they're no longer enough for bhaal and bane #because they've grown sure of themselves. they grew uncontrollable. they became A THREAT #Gortash getting from being bane's favorite pet tyrant to bane's n1 in the hit list #because enver is arrogant and powerhungry and at some point he decided what not only he's equal to gods but what he can surpass them #don't tell me gortash would I try to overthrow/steal power from bane if the opportunity presented #wouldn't*

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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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mlmxreader · 9 months

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Loyal To a Fault | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Hiya! Hope alls well 🖤. May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I'm not leaving!"+ "I thought we were... forget it"+"Get down!" Reader protects the big man and refuses to leave his side, even when all seems hopeless. (As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!) Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Bane appreciates loyalty, but to be loyal to a fault is one of the worst things that a person can be for him.

tws: swearing, injury, gun violence

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"Get down!"

Bane's back hit the floor, a grunt escaping his throat as he closed his eyes, screwing them shut as he swallowed thickly; he felt like he could've move, hearing the crashes and the loud thuds. He couldn't move.

He heard your voice shouting orders at his men, but he was powerless to do anything; he pieced together what had happened. Gunshots. Something in his stomach. He swallowed thickly again, wondering if he had really badly fucked up this time; if the shadows had ceased being owned by him.

Bane knew you were loyal to him, and only him, but he wished you weren't loyal to a fault; he had been brought down, there was no use in continuing the fight. There was no use in trying to keep it up; he couldn't keep fighting. You should have left him there, left him to deal with it.

He opened his eyes, and groaned at the sight. You were fighting hard, but you never went more than a few steps away from him, and constantly looked back at him to ensure that he was still alive; you were loyal to a fault. Bane closed his eyes again, sighing heavily.

He wanted you to leave, to run away. To get yourself to safety, not protect him. Bane could only assume that someone had tried to grab you when you yowled out.

"Fuck off! I'm not leaving! Leave me the fuck alone! I can't abandon him, you cunt!"

Loyal to a fault.

Bane grumbled, struggling to drag himself to sit up; it felt like his stomach was being torn open when he did, propping himself up on a wall as he sighed heavily and did his best to muster the strength to speak; but you knew.

You collapsed to your knees between his legs, hands on his chest as you stared at him; he could easily see the worry swirling in your irises, mixing with caution and desperation. He swallowed thickly, his bloodied hand heavily resting on your wrist as he shook his head slowly.

"Go," he wheezed. "Leave me."

"No," you growled, shaking your head. "Bane, no… I… I can't. Not you. I'd be lost without you… I've never not been at your side, I… no."

Bane's eyes saddened as he huffed out a quick and curt sigh. "Please."

"No," you repeated. "It's always been me and you, I don't know how to be me without you. I don't know what life is like without you and I… I wouldn't be able to go on if you weren't there."

He looked desperate. "Listen…"

"No!" You snapped. "Not happening! I'm not leaving! I thought we were… nevermind… it's not important. Just… don't make me leave?"

He didn't want to argue, you were upset enough as it was and he knew he wouldn't get through to you. Loyal to a fault, and stubborn to a fucking thorn in his side. Stubborn and loyal, far too much of both. He let out a soft sigh as he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Destroy the life you could have had by staying."

You leaned forward, planting a kiss to his mask right where his mouth was, before you dared to smile and nod curtly at him. "As long as it means I get to stay where I belong."

He wanted to protest. To tell you that even though you did belong at his side, he didn't want you to be there if it meant getting you killed; he had promised a long, long time ago, that he would always be there at your side.

He promised. He said he would never leave, that he would never give up on you no matter how much shit got between you; Bane had kept that promise for years, but it weighed heavily on his chest that maybe he would have to. He dreaded it.

A numbness began to sink over him, making him sink against the wall as his brows furrowed. His chest felt tight, like something was blocking it.

"The injury isn't fatal, it's almost superficial, just knocked the wind out of him badly," he heard someone say to you. "He'll live, but…"

"I swear down if you fucking say that we need to get a fucking hospital right now-"

"No," they replied, "but you will need to clean the wound, eventually. Prevent infection."

"Then fucking fix him!" You were terrifying when you raised your voice. Bane rarely raised his own, but you… you almost never raised yours. "Fucking fix him! Now, you fucking cretin! Or I'll fucking hang you from your fucking ribs on the flagpole outside! Do I make myself fucking clear?!"

Bane felt his shirt tear open, hands on his chest. Pressure and something cool on his wound. A sharp sting. He heard the ripping of fabric, the pressure of something soft. Padded. He sighed.

"Easy, big guy."

He felt something, someone, grab his hand tenderly.

"You better not get an infection," you mumbled in his ear. Bane hummed like he was going to laugh. "You're my fucking partner, Bane, you're not allowed to fucking leave."

He felt a little better. He knew he didn't have to break his promise. You were safe, and he would be back on his feet in no time; Bane could rest easily knowing that he could step in as your protector again.

Of course, everybody knew that you didn't actually need protecting, you were just fine on your own, but Bane… he wouldn't allow himself to live if he couldn't be there when you needed him most. You were special to him.

You meant everything to him, and he couldn't bear to think of what his life would be like without you in it; he had been at your side for so long, he dreaded the mere thought of it.

But then he looked at you, and how your nerves were so clearly shot to shit, how panic and worry was still within your eyes as you swallowed thickly; Bane knew that there was only one thing that he could say to help you calm down, even just a little bit. He knew.

"My love," he growled. "I'm keeping my promise."

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lefttoesucker · 2 months

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The sharpest lives :)

I'm not sorry

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carelessflower · 1 year

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the best thing about malec is that the scary looking, scolding, black wearing, weapons armed to teeth guy is not as dangerous as his glittery sunshine husband who throw cat birthday party

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunter #tmi #best couple for a reason #my fav dynamic #grumpy could kill you x sunshine could kill you

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years

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Stolen

Bane x warlord's daughter!Reader

When Bane planned to keep you hostage he did not expect:

one of your bodyguards to sneak up on his plane instead of fighting them when they took you

the plane to crash in the middle of the desert with little to no water and the nearest village to a two-day-journey away

you to be anything else than a foolish, spoiled princess

you to insist on him keeping the water with a "well, you can carry me if I faint but what am I gonna do if you drop dead!?"

to find a camp where you spend the night trying to get on his nerves with absolutely no fear

you to be trained and scheming to escape (and almost succeed)

to enjoy the fights with you

your father to hesitate to cooperate in exchange for your freedom

seeing the scars littering your body making his heart ache

slowly falling for you

you to initiate being intimate with him

you to care about him so fiercely that you threaten to kill Talia when she wants to get him involved in a suicide mission

offering you to stay with the League of Shadows

your acceptance

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Don’t Touch

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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