Omg This Is A Request, BUT. Could You Write A Fic About Bruce Wayne And A Normal Woman Who Isn't Rich

omg this is a request, BUT. could you write a fic about bruce wayne and a normal woman who isn't rich at all with some age gap and somehow they broke up. ( bruce throws her out of the house because he thinks she cheated on him and someone sent him photos but they are fake ) and then five years later she has a daughter blablabla cut to the point where they are having angry reuinon hardcore sex thank you take care ilysm <3

⋆୨୧ mistakes were made

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; don’t believe everything you see .

→ 🩰 ;; doggy , hair pulling ( if you’re bald…imagine you with hair ) , reunion s*x , breeding ( he wants another kid 😭 ) , erm…idk , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . nor looks are described

“ are you fucking serious? ” bruce rushes at you, phone in hand. “what are you talking about?” he flips the screen, showing a picture of you kissing another. “what—who the fuck is that?”

“we had everything. everything! and you wasted it!” bruce felt betrayed. he had a hard time opening up, let alone being in a relationship. but you didn’t do anything. you didn’t even know the person in the photo.

before you could give your piece, bruce speaks before you. “pack your stuff.” your eyes widen. is he serious? he didn’t even listen to what you had to say.

with all your things packed, you look back at bruce before walking out of the front door.

but it was okay. you can take care of this baby by yourself.

5 years later .

‘you didn’t need bruce.’ you kept telling yourself. but you did. not for you. but for her. you knew bruce would know how to raise her. you didn’t have a clue on how to change her diaper.

you sat on the edge of your bed, running your hands down your face. you can get through this. do it for her. that was your mantra. all for your babygirl.

a light knock from your bedroom door snaps you out of your thoughts. “mommy?” you turn to the door. “come in.” “someone’s at the door.” what? “go to your room.” you command. you’d rather be hurt by whoever is was than her.

looking through the peep hole, you see…bruce? the fuck is he doing here? you step from the door, keeping quiet.

“i know you’re there. just open the door.” bruce speaks. “i just want to meet my daughter.” how did he know? you unlock the door, the chain lock keeping the door cracked. “what are you talking about?”

“just open the door.” his face is stoic and cold as he speaks. you open the door, but standing in front of him, not letting him in. “what are you talking about?”

“my daughter. i have a right to be in her life.” you get closer to him, “no, you lost the right the moment you thought i cheated on you. did you ever think the photo is edited?” as you got closer to him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “bruce, get of—”

“i made a mistake, a big one. i didn’t think it through when i saw the photo and i’m sorry.” you search his eyes for any type of a lie. but there was nothing. absolutely nothing but love.

“i fucking hate you.” you smash your lips onto his, pulling him inside your apartment. “don’t be loud. she’s in her room right now.” you whisper to him as you take him to your room.

the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, bruce pushing you in the bed, quickly removing your clothes. “turn over.” he commands, slapping your thigh. getting on your hands and knees, you feel him striking at your ass then kneading it repeatedly. “b-bruce.” you whimper, you head hanging low.

“pick your head up.” he grips a section of your head, pulling your head back up. “you’re wet, huh?” his two fingers slide up your clothed cunt, teasing you. “bruce, don’t.” you seethed through your teeth. “okay baby.” he kisses down your back, pulling his and your underwear off.

“fuck! i missed this pussy.” he groans, his grip on your hair getting tighter. his thrusts were venomous, filled with lust. maybe anger. “i missed this too.” your arms were beginning to wear out with every thrust he gave you.

suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, both of his hand now on your hips. he lifted you up a bit, hitting you at a different angle. “bruce.” you cry out. “shhh, our daughter’s in her room, remember?” he teases, chuckling at your withering body.

“i’m gonna cum in you. you want that? huh?” he slaps your ass. “yeah, bruce. fuck!” “i want another. i wanna see you fucking pregnant.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore. your arousal covered both of your lower bodies, making him smirk. “you always came quick.” he taunts. “fuck, pretty girl. i’m not gonna last long.” he bends over, kissing your neck.

your cunt gets warm, his load filling you up. “don’t waste a drop or we’ll have to do this again.” he pulls out of you, stuffing the leaking drops back in. you whine, stilling feeling sore. “i’m not opposed to that.”

i need more smut of constantine

i have a request and it’s coming soon. i swear

i swear

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐀 𝐑 𝐄 𝐔 𝐍 𝐅 𝐈 𝐗 𝐀 𝐁 𝐋 𝐄

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; when he calls, he doesn’t call for her, he calls for you.

→ ⋆🩰 ;; cheater!phillip , phillip cheating on reader but thinks sex can make up for it , NEVER GET WITH A CHEATIN’ MAN ! ! , c^nnulingus , lana’s shades of cool is perfect for this.

he didn’t even try to cover the lipstick mark on his neck. it was there, waving hello to you. it was also reminding you that you needed to leave him. that you didn’t need to put up with him anymore.

“thought you’d be asleep, darlin’.” he walks over to you. “c’mere.” he leans in to kiss you, but your hands raises to push him away from you. you couldn’t even look him in the eyes. if you did, you’d forget about leaving him.

“sweetheart, she doesn’t mean anything.” he lies. “if she doesn’t, then why do you keep going to her?” you counter. he knew you were right. if she didn’t mean anything to him, why go back?

“i come home to you everyday, right? why does anything else matter?” he leans in closer, “look at me.” you shake your head, “sweetheart, look at me.”

when you shook your head again, he got frustrated. “just look at me!” he takes your jaw and forces your eyes to meet his.

“look, i don’t love her. i love you. and only you.” he pulls you into a kiss. “fuck her, she’s not my wife.” his hands caress your waist. “you’re my wife.” he says between kisses. “come on, baby. say you love me.”

the moment you looked into his eyes, every thought you had was thrown out. his charming smirk, his vague country accent. it was all too much for you. that’s why you fell in love with him.

you melt as his thumb rubs on the apple of your cheek. “that’s ma girl.” he smirks in the kiss.

his arms circle around your thighs, taking you to your shared bedroom. “don’t ever leave me.” he rolls your bottoms off of you. “ever.” you couldn’t say you wouldn’t because you knew deep down that you would. you needed to.

he rests your bare legs on his shoulders, looking down at you. “i love you, baby.” he kisses from your ankle down to your inner thigh. “i love you so much.” the top of his tongue drags on the mound of your cunt. you squirm at his teasing actions.

his lips wrap around your bud. “fuck.” you silently whimper. your thighs squeeze around his head, making him laugh. “i’m the only one that can make you feel this way, darlin’.” he licks a stripe between his slit.

you clenched around nothing. phillip noticed. “you want somethin’?” he chuckles. you nod. he sticks his finger in you, thrusting as he continued to lick you up. your eyes rolls back as the band in your stomach began to tear. “you close, sweetheart?” he teases. his tongue flicks at your clit, getting you closer.

the band finally ripped. your juices sprayed out, damping his face and the sheets below you. he pulled back, his lower face glistening.

“don’t leave my sweetheart. please. i can be better.” but you knew those were meaningless words. he couldn’t be fixed. he was just…graves.

fuck you tom holland😡you like boys

I don’t want this Nathan Drake…

I want this one…

We are not the same.

synopsis ; after being pestered for weeks about going to ted’s party, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone. notes ; evil!ted , i only used pictures of keanu ooc bc i couldn’t find a good one , s*x , i tried making this have an 80’s feeling , that’s about it 🫠 , reader’s race . ethnicity . hair type or color is not specified

“you’re such a buzzkill. you’re wearing jean shorts and a spaghetti top to ted’s party.” sophie scoffs, applying her red bright lipstick that you advised her not to wear while holding her handheld mirror.

“you know i don’t like going out to parties. they always get ruined by the police.” you shrug.

your friends were not helping your anxiety in any way. they were picking fun at how you dressed, put on your makeup, the way you did your hair. it wasn’t your fault that you weren’t a quick-curl barbie.

“can we just get this over with? i wanna go home.” you stand up, crossing your arms. “yeah, daniel should be here in a minute.”

ah yes. daniel. the boy you’ve tried telling sophie that he wasn’t the one. he’s hit on you many times. sometimes even in front of her. groped you. the whole 9 yards. but she was to in love to see how much of a bad man he is.

you roll your eyes, waiting for this whole night to be over.

“there’s ted!” sophie squeals, pointing at the party host. he was talking to some jocks that go to your school. all with bad rep.

the house was full and trashed. you could barely make it to the couch without being pushed or sandwiched in between someone.

“someone having a bad time?” ted leans over the couch, whisper ling in your ear.

this wasn’t your first encounter with him. once, you and him and a project together. but of course, you did all the work and only got half credit.

you were real picky about your grades and now that ted logan came in and screwed it all up, you tried avoiding him.

“you just love bothering me, huh?” you cross your arms and your leg. “you didn’t get enough when you screwed up my grade?” he scoffs, “it was a C. get over it.” he jumps over the couch, sitting next to you.

“what are you doing here anyways? you don’t like going out from what i heard.” he rests his arm behind you, watching the party go on. “my friends basically forced me to get out.” you sigh.

“good,” he snickers. “your face was always stuffed in a book.” “oh shut up. you’re mad because you have a 4th grade reading level.” you tease.

the both of you turned your head to each other at the same time, laughing.

you don’t remember what happened in the in between. but now ted was naked and shedding off your clothes. “i knew you were hot under those clothes.” he chuckles, taking a nipple into his mouth and swiping the pad of his thumb on the other, making you shiver.

“fuck, ted.” your back arches. his teeth slightly nibble at your bud, “ted.” you smack his head, making him laugh. “i was having fun.” “not while chewing on my tit.”

he softly laughs, crawling on top of you. “we should’ve done this sooner.” he kisses your collarbone while sliding in you. “you better pull out, ted.” you wince, adjusting to size.

he hissed at how tightly you clenched around him. “fuck, baby. you might cut my dick off.” he laughs as his hips start thrusting in you. one hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding your hand beside your head.

for some reason, the thrusts felt…passionate. like he’s been needing this from you. “yes, yes.” you chant, coaxing him to go faster. “fuck yes.” your eyes were screwed shut.

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, suppressing his moans and grunts as the tip of his cock kissed your walls. “you feel like heaven.” he kisses behind your ear

your toes were curled. legs were shaking. you could barely talk. all signs of how close your orgasm was. “that’s right , baby. come.” he gave one more sharp thrust before the knot in your stomach broke.

he grunts before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one quick motion. “te-” his cock was pushed into you again but he was pounding into you.

his grip on your hips were sure to leave bruises tomorrow. the wind was knocked out of you. only pants and grunts slipped from ted’s mouth. “fuck yes.” he bit his lip. “fuck, baby.” his hip snapped before he pulled out, spilling his seed on your back.

“je-jesus.” he pants out, flopping beside you. “your nut is on my back.” you point out. “so?” he shrugs, not understanding why you seem upset. “how am i gonna get it off?!”

he chuckles at how concerned you are then kisses your cheek. “i’ll clean it up tomorrow.”

taglist ;; @iovesia

⋆୨୧ ; find your way back to my bed , again

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; your captain finds solidarity in your cunt you .

→ 🩰 ;; daddy price😍 (he’s a warning himself) , doggy style , smut , big d*ck energy , john and reader have a “ secret ” relationship , unprotected s*x ( make sure he wears a raincoat ) , i don’t know how to write foreplay 😖 NOR SMUT😭 , the reader’s race . skin tone . hair color/type is not specified

“that all you got gaz?” you wipe the blood running from your nose, smirking at him. “bring it.” you rush him, making him fall. he now lays on his stomach, his arms on his back which are held by you. “you gotta try harder next time, buddy.” you bend over, whispering in his ear.

“ [ name ]! get off him!” your captain shouted. the ends of your shorts rose up, your ass on full display for him. but price knew you did this on purpose. he’s been depriving you of attention so he knew you went through all of this for him to notice.

“my office, now.” price stomps out the training room, steaming practically coming from his ears. “ooo~ sounds like you’re in trouble.” gaz teases as you get off of him. “oh shut up, kyle.”

“so what’d you call me for, captain?” you cross your legs. he hates when you called him captain. “it’s john.” “but you’re my captain.” you tease. “don’t play dumb, sweetheart.” he stalks close to you. his frame towers over you, making you look small. his fingers slide in your belt loops, slowly pulling them off of you. “you didn’t have to go through all of that, doll. i was here the whole time.”

“but you said you were busy.” you playfully pout. “never too busy for you.” he take your lips on his, shimmying your shorts and panties off. your thighs were pried open. his calloused finger rubs up your slit, collecting your slick. “so wet, baby.” he takes his finger to his mouth. “so sweet.” he take his finger out his mouth, plunging it inside of you.

“god, you’re so tight.” your walls tighten around his digit, making him groan. his presses lip’s against yours, this time his tongue slipping past yours. “no teasing. i just want you, johnny.” you bite his lip. “then bend over.” he pats your thigh, pulling you off the desk.

you hold yourself by your elbows, arching your back. his tip kisses your cervix. “johnny.” his hand reaches your, intertwining with your fingers. “it’s like you’re made for me.” his eyes focus on your ass. the way it recoils with every thrust.

his hand strikes your bottom, making you whine. “sorry, honey. i couldn’t help it.” he rubs the sore spot. “i don’t think i can last long.” his hips begin to stutter. “m-me neither.” you both came in unison, him painting your inside white. your body withers under him.

then the thought comes into your mind. he didn’t wear a condom. “did you just—” he puts a hand over your mouth, “i’ll get you a pill.”