Please Do Not Be Mad At Me

Please Do Not be mad at me

I haven’t revealed my actual identity and age because I have been harassed before on other fanfiction sites, and i have never liked it. It has made me uncomfortable and I just… I want to be safe, ya know?

And I feel like I can trust most people on this platform because nobody has harassed me on here. If you want a formal introduction, here it is, but I will not be revealing my name for identity sake, but I will give you all a Nickname if you’d like. And also, thank you for all my followers supporting me and I will understand if any of you unfollow me. I don’t hold it against you.

Hi. My name is Nicole, and I am 16 years old. I am not married, I do have two dogs, I have a boyfriend named Josh, I am studying Psychology, and the rest you all know.

Like I said, If you want to unfollow me, I understand. Just know that I appreciate each and everyone of my followers.

Thank you.

-multiversalfandomwriter222

Write some dom mommy Nesta for us 😝

Pretty Girl

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral, FF

"Please Nes!" You cry out, bucking your hips up for her fingers. Nesta looks down at you with a pout, mocking you. "Oh, pretty girl." She purrs and caresses the side of your hip, which makes you whimper for your touch. "Now what did we say about patience, hmm?" She whispers. You whimper. She spits on her fingers and slowly inserts one in you. You let out a moan as she feels around you. "Is that okay pretty?" She whispers. "Yes! Oh Nes!" You moan. She smirks and slowly inserts another one and your back arches off the bed. "Nesta!" You moan as she continues to pump in you. "Oh, y/n. I don't think you realize how pretty you are. Oh, my pretty girl." She smiles at you, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your moans start getting higher in pitch, signaling to Nesta that you were close to your climax.

Then she pulls her fingers out of you.

You sob. "Please Nes! I-I've been such a good girl!" Nesta smirks as she lowers herself to your pretty pink pussy. "I know pretty. I just want to taste you. Can I do that?" She looks up at you. "Yes." You breathe. She licks your slit, making you arch your back and groan. Then she starts sucking and tasting and teasing your bundle of nerves. "Nes! Oh!" You moan out, grinding against her mouth. You let out a series of moans and whimpers as she continues to feast on your pussy. Then you feel that coil starting to free itself. "Nes! Nes I'm gonna-" "Cum for me mon amour." She whispers huskily. You finally let go with a cry and you release all over her face. She looks up at your dazed state and smirks. "There she is. My pretty girl."

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

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Just finished watching spider-man atsv and y'all telling me that theres NO SINGLE FIC OF 42 miles! x reader x 1610 miles! ??????? Imagine the possibilites of all fic ideas on them???????

Auguries of Innocence | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Bane: 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: "Look, you're gonna be alright"+ "I got you, don't worry" Thank you very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: when you need him most, Bane is always, and will always, be there for you in any way that you need him to be.

tws: brief nudity mentions, swearing, poetry???

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Bane hadn't expected it. The hammering against his thick metal door, the desperate cries of his name, but when he opened it and he saw you, the surprise soon turned to worry; you were soaked, shivering and shaking as you sat down.

He gave you a towel, and furrowed his brows as he handed you a cup of coffee once you had sat down on the uncomfortable and stiff sofa. He knew for a while that you had been staying with Bruce Wayne, and never really took much notice, until he saw that you had brought a suitcase and a backpack with you.

It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, and as he sat down opposite you, there was little that Bane could do or say.

"I got you, don't worry," his voice was just a slight grumble, reassuring like a thunderstorm after a scorching summer. "You'll be alright."

You nodded, sniffling as you swallowed thickly and tried to regain some of your composure. "Promise?"

Bane nodded slowly. "Of course. You're more than welcome to stay for as long as you like, I like having you around, you know that, my spectre."

You were shaky as you smiled, unsure of what to do with your hands and what to say, but you knew Bane well enough; you knew that he would never turn you away or turn on you when you needed him, when you needed him above everyone else.

You sipped your coffee, murmuring softly. "Thank you…"

"No one will ever hurt you again," Bane growled, shaking his head. "I will make sure of it. All you have to do is tell me, I don't care if someone was merely rude, or if they punched you - they won't see another day."

"Bane-"

"My spectre," he huffed, glaring at you. "Don't argue."

You put the coffee down between your feet and ran your hands down your face, cupping your mouth. "I'm not. I, I won't. I've… I've had enough arguments today."

Bane sighed, moving closer and moving the coffee cup safely out the way before he knelt down between your legs, his hands on your calves as he groaned softly. The only indication that he would have smiled if he could. "Memory, hither come, and tune your merry notes; and, while upon the wind your music floats."

You furrowed your brows, hands clinging to his mask by instinct as you tried to remember what he was quoting; it was always something old, something that you never would have known if you didn't know him.

His niche intelligence meant that you could listen to him talk for hours; that voice helped more than you wanted to admit, too.

"I'll pore upon the stream where sighing lovers dream, and fish for fancies as they pass within the watery glass."

His hands dragged up to your thighs as he rose slightly, the metal of his mask glittering in the dim lights of what you could only call his lair; Bane never stayed anywhere for very long, but regardless of where he went, he always made sure you could visit if you so wanted to.

If you ever needed him.

He treasured you, was loyal to you.

"I'll drink of the clear stream, and hear the linnet's song; and there I'll lie and dream the day along."

He pressed the cold metal to the side of your neck, knocking the skin slightly in an attempt to mark it but to no avail; every time, he always wished that he could have sunk his teeth into your skin and he could have tasted the salt of your sweat on his tongue. The soft rise and fall of your breath against his lips. Bane wished, he wished and he wished, that such a thing was possible.

"And, when night comes, I'll go to places fit for woe, walking along the darken'd valley with silent Melancholy."

Your breath hitched when you felt the harsh huff of his breath, filtered through the cold mask, against your ear; he had you pinned to that harsh sofa, but you didn't mind, hands on the straps of his tactical vest as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to become lost in his safety, his security.

Loyalty and dedication. Support and encouragement. The fierce need to defend and to guard. To protect. His hands were rough when he tugged at your shirt, fingertips shining from the dewdrops that had landed on them.

"I think we should take this off, spectre," he breathed out. "Get you into something warm and dry… I think I might have a few things lying around."

"You sure?"

"Of course," Bane agreed, pulling away. "I won't look when you… take what you want to take off."

"I wouldn't mind if you did," you said quietly. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

He laughed, the sound muffled and hoarse. "But you know I won't if you don't want me to."

He got up and turned around, covering his face with his hands just to make sure that you knew he wouldn't look as you began to strip; you didn't mind at all, Bane had seen everything. You had been together long enough that, when there was time for it, you were happy to share the shower with him.

Helping him wash his back and letting him scrub you down. Bane had always been so good to you.

"Bane," you whispered. "Turn around."

"I shouldn't," he grumbled, taking a step away from you and heading towards his wardrobe.

You couldn't help but to laugh. A pink outline had formed around the contours of his mask. You made him blush; so long being together and you could still make him blush.

You were more than impressed with yourself, if you were honest; Bane was a beast of a man, known for his brute strength and durability, known for being more than brutal even when he didn't need to be.

And yet there he was, blushing like a schoolboy and keeping his eyes tightly closed when he held out one of his shirts and a pair of his trousers for you to wear. You took them, rewarding him with a kiss to the edge of his mask that only made him grumble, the pink outline becoming a harsher colour.

"Are you decent?" He asked after a while, and when you told him you were, he took a seat on the sofa, and stole a swig from your coffee. His eyes raked up and down your body, and he nodded in approval. "You should wear my clothes more often, robin redbreast."

"And why would that be?" You scoffed, raising a brow.

"You look a lot better in them," Bane admitted, tapping his thigh and growling with what you knew to be delight when you sat on his lap. "Now that I have you all to myself, I can actually see."

You rolled your eyes at him, your hands on his broad and strong shoulders as you hummed. But your face fell, and you swallowed thickly when you felt a tightness in your chest. "Y'know, as exciting as it is to actually be able to be your… y'know, Partner in everything but crime… I can't think of why Bruce would-"

"Don't worry about him," Bane hissed. "Look, you're gonna be alright, my little robin redbreast, my spectre… you'll be alright. I'll make sure of it. I'll look after you."