warning/tags: smut, minors DNI, thigh riding, bulge riding, cum in pants, biting, blood, dick sucking, cum eating.
Bleed for you
Bane finally returned to you late at night. You could always tell by the way his footsteps carried down the hall when he was exhausted. He filled the doorway with that imposing frame, and you instantly noticed it. He was in more pain tonight. The faint hitch in his movements gave it away. He didn’t want you to see. He never did. The mask made it easy for him to hide, but you had learned to read him long ago.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the silence.
Bane’s head inclined just slightly, his eyes flicking to you. “The world does not change without resistance,” he replied. “And resistance… is often costly.”
You crossed the room to him, not hesitating as you did what few others would ever dare. You lifted your hands to his chest, pushing gently until he let you guide him to sit down. He lowered himself into the worn armchair with a sound that wasn’t quite a sigh but came close. You straddled his lap, pressing your knees against the sides of his thick thighs, grounding him beneath you.
His body was all tension under your touch. You slid your hands up over the fabric of his vest, over his shoulders, kneading carefully at the thick cords of muscle, feeling how hard he was holding himself together. “You’re carrying too much,” you murmured.
He tilted his head back against the chair, letting your hands work over him. For a man who broke others without hesitation, he was strangely pliant beneath your touch. He always was.
“No one else dares to tell me such things,” he rumbled.
“Because no one else dares to love you,” you said simply as you worked your thumbs in firm circles at the base of his neck. “But I do. Let me take some of this from you. Just for tonight.”
For a moment, there was only the sound of his breathing through the mask, then he shifted, settling his big hands on your hips, grounding you in place. You slid your fingers beneath the collar of his vest, brushing his warm skin, feeling the ridges of old scars, the knots of muscle after years of survival and violence.
“You would knead stone itself into softness,” he said finally.
You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “Only because I know there’s more than stone beneath.”
You pressed deeper into the massage, working down along his shoulders. He bowed his head forward slightly, almost as if he sought your closeness, brushing his mask against your temple. He flexed his hands gently at your waist, grounding himself in the warmth of you. The low sound he made as you dug your thumbs into the tight knots at the base of his neck sent a shiver down your spine. His mask turned slightly, brushing against your cheek as though he couldn’t help but lean closer.
“Does it ease you?” you whispered as your lips grazed the edge of the mask.
“Yes,” he rumbled with that deep vibration of his voice through the device. “It eases… because it is your hands.”
Your heart swelled at the words, and you shifted a little on his lap, pressing yourself closer against him, making him tighten his hands at your waist in response. You skid your fingertips lower, over the curve of his shoulders, down along the solid expanse of his chest.
“You hold yourself together for everyone else,” you murmured, trailing kisses along the sharp lines of his mask. “But with me… You can let go.”
Bane’s chest rose sharply beneath you, a sound escaping him, one you’d swear was pleasure. He tilted his head again, offering himself to you in a way no one else could ever imagine. “You would tame the beast,” he said..
“Not tame,” you corrected gently, brushing your lips against his temple. “But love.”
You accidentally shifted your hips against him, and the friction sparked something hotter in the quiet between you. His grip on you tightened instantly, digging his fingers into your sides. The growl that came from the mask this time was primal. He finally moved his hands from your waist to your back, spreading wide, pulling you flush against his chest.
“I am… unworthy of such tenderness,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost breaking beneath the mask’s distortion.
“You’re mine,” you answered fiercely. “And that makes you worthy.”
The sound he made then was guttural, he was shaking, as though the words themselves undid something inside him. He crushed you closer with his arms, holding you as though he feared you might vanish, as though you were the only thing keeping him alive.
You still worked at the knots in his shoulders, pressing and kneading his flesh, but your body had begun to betray you. It was impossible not to notice the way his sheer size consumed you. Sitting astride him like this, your knees barely reached the edges of his thigh, you felt small and delicate, and something about that made you shiver. His legs were massive, thick, with muscles built from years of discipline.
Without meaning to, you shifted again, pressing down your cunt against him. The rough fabric of his pants caught the thin barrier of yours, sending a spark of desire through your center. You bit your lip and tried to focus on your hands on his shoulders, but the heat pooling in your belly was getting hard to ignore, and so you moved your hips once again, grinding along the breadth of his thigh.
Bane stilled beneath you, he let out a low sound that rumbled through his mask, making your pulse trip. “You think I do not notice,” he said at last, with hunger in his tone. His gloved hand tightened at your hip, dragging you forward until your pussy pressed more firmly against his thigh. “You crave this... Do not stop.”
Your body shivered at the permission, no, at the command. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding down against the solid muscle of his thigh. God, he was huge beneath you, each flex of his leg felt like steel. His thigh was so wide you had to spread your knees farther just to straddle him properly, and when you did, the friction made you clutch at his shoulders, digging your nails through the fabric as your breath quickened.
He pressed his leg upward suddenly, flexing the muscle beneath you, and the jolt of pressure against your core made you gasp. “Feel how strong I am beneath you,” he said as he started to guide your movements against him. “So small in my hands… and yet you set me aflame.”
“Bane—” his name came out broken and needy, like a plea more than a word.
“That’s it,” he encouraged you. “Take what you need, little one.”
You fluttered your eyes shut as you rocked desperately against him, every pass dragging deliciously against your slick and swollen clit, sending jolts of fire up your spine. His thigh shifted beneath you, tensing and pressing just enough for you to grind harder, harder, aching for more. Hi size making you feel impossibly small, fragile, utterly his, every shiver and squeeze of his muscles was pushing you higher.
“You are so… small,” he murmured, almost reverently, as he looked at you. “And yet you dare to use me so boldly.”
His words lit a fire inside you, and you pressed harder, rocking and grinding down with a frantic, desperate rhythm, muffling your moans against the thick line of his neck. Bane spread his massive hand over your lower back, gripping and guiding you, pressing you into his thigh with force. He wasn’t just holding you, he was making you move, forcing you to use him, dragging every pulsing nerve of your cunt across his leg, wringing every ounce of trembling pleasure from your body as you shivered and arched helplessly.
“That’s my girl,” he growled. “So sweet, so eager. Take your pleasure on me.”
The contrast of his bulk and his impossible strength, with the way he let you unravel yourself against him, made you ache. You loved this man, loved being the only one who got to see this side of him, one he kept hidden from anyone else but you. Being with Bane made you feel safe, protected. There was nothing like having someone taking care of you all the time, because even in his gruffness, he still could be so endearingly sweet, but only to his girl.
You clung to him, grinding and riding his thigh harder, lost entirely in the heat. His breath hitched audibly through the mask, his own arousal was undeniable, the thickness of his cock strained against his pants, pressing urgently against the zipper as if it couldn’t contain him another second. Every muscle tensed with need, his veins were standing out, but he held himself back with iron control, holding your hips. But he held himself in check, all his focus was on you. You always came first.
You tried to hold on, tried to keep some control, but the more you ground down, the less you could stop yourself. Bane kept his hands on your hips, still guiding you against him, sometimes pushing you harder, sometimes letting you ride at your own desperate pace.
“Look at you,” he rumbled. “So needy. So desperate on my leg alone.”
The words made you whimper, made your hips move even faster. You clawed at his vest, at the thick fabric stretched across his chest, until finally you couldn’t take it anymore. You tore at the straps and fastenings, pulling hard until the heavy material slipped from his shoulders.
A guttural sound ripped from your throat as you leaned down, sinking your teeth into the hard slope of his shoulder. Bane growled, a sound that vibrated through his chest and into your body, but he didn’t push you away. No, he pulled you tighter, digging into your hips, pressing you flush against him.
“Bite me,” he urged. “Show me your hunger.”
You bucked your hips hard against his thigh, grinding frantically, desperately, sinking your teeth into him again and again, tasting the salt, and sweat of his taut, unyielding skin. It was an instinct, a need, every time you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, you bit him, claimed him under your teeth.
You gnawed at his shoulder, his chest, the thick cord of his arm, anything your reach could find, biting with a ferocity that would make any other man flinch, but Bane didn’t. He growled, holding you tighter, keeping you close to him.
Every flex of his thigh gave you more pressure, every shift in his massive muscles made you cry out louder.
“Harder,” you gasped, biting down on the thick curve of his bicep, grinding down so hard it bordered on frantic. “Please—Bane—please—”
“You would tear me apart with your teeth,” he growled, tightening his other hand painfully on your hip as he forced you down harder against him. “Do it. Mark me. Break yourself on me.”
The command sent you spiraling. You bit him again, harder this time, over the curve of his shoulder, until your jaw ached. At the same time, your hips stuttered and jerked, grinding so violently against his thigh that you couldn’t hold back a single pulse of pleasure.
The orgasm tore through you, brutal and all-consuming, making you shake and quiver in his lap, slick pooling beneath you. Bane’s growl vibrated through you, matching the rhythm of your thrashing, as if your pleasure, your desperate release, were feeding his own hunger.
His enormous body held you steady as if you weighed nothing at all. He made no move to stop you, no flinch at your biting. When it finally ebbed, you collapsed against his chest, your teeth leaving one last shaky imprint in his skin. He smoothed a hand over your back, his fingers were so broad they covered half of it in one pass,
He cradled your face with one hand, tilting it up to meet his burning gaze. “You could gnaw at me until your teeth broke,” he said. “And still I would endure it… because it is you. Because in your hunger, you’re still mine.”
You lifted your head, brushing your lips against his skin. “Bane… I want to make you cum too.”
You hated leaving him unattended like this. He could claim he didn’t mind, but you knew the ache in his groin was there, hard and pulsing from the blood that had made his cock stubbornly erect. It throbbed, insistent, and demanding, and you always felt it as your mission, your duty, to relieve him, to free him from any pain.
He tilted his head, and the deep rumble of his laugh vibrated through the mask. “You wanna tempt me, little one? You wanna give me that small body?”
Your hips moved of their own accord, pressing against the hard bulge beneath his pants. He was huge, you’d seen it plenty of times, felt it against and inside your body countless times, but that didn’t make it any less breathtaking, it never failed to amaze you. It was the kind of cock you never grew fully used to, that made you helplessly crave it every single time.
“Yes,” you whispered, kissing along his throat. “I want to feel you lose control. I want to feel you cum.”
Bane growled, holding your hips so hard you gasped. “Then do it.”
You rocked against him harder, faster, your slick soaking through the thin fabric between you, sliding over the thick ridge of his cock beneath his pants. Every press, every frantic grind sent shivers up your spine, made your clit throb violently.
He shifted his hips just slightly, matching your desperate movements, pressing back into you, adding more weight, more pressure, more friction.
“You are insatiable,” he said. “So small, yet you take me as if you were made for it.”
The words sent a shiver through you, and you bit down again on the thick curve of his shoulder, harder this time, so deep you tasted copper, a metallic flavor, drawing a sharp bead of blood from him.
Bane groaned low, and he didn’t push you away. No, he welcomed it, pressing you closer, relishing the rawness, the need, the mess of pleasure and pain, letting every shiver, every tremble, every desperate bite fuel his hunger for you.
“Yes,” he growled, his breath breaking through the mask in uneven hisses. “Mark me. Claim me. Make me bleed for you.”
Your mouth smeared crimson over his skin as you kissed and bit him again, harder, frantic, your hips grinding wildly over his cock now, chasing his release. His length pulsed beneath you against the confinement of his pants, every roll of your hips was dragging him closer to the edge.
“Cum for me,” you begged, raking down his chest with your nails as you bit him again. “I want to feel it, Bane, love, please—”
He slammed his hands on your hips, holding against him, keeping you there, forcing you to grind over the length of him with brutal precision.
“You would make me fall,” he snarled. “You… you would bring me to my knees.”
“Yes,” you gasped, biting him over the muscle of his chest so deep the taste of blood filled your mouth once again.
That was the end of him. Bane’s whole body stiffened beneath you, a roar tearing from his throat, and he buckled up his hips against you as his climax ripped through him. His cock pulsed hard under your grinding, spilling his hot and thick release into his pants as he groaned. You felt the wet heat of it, spreading through the fabric, soaking between you, the evidence of his surrender staining you both.
You shifted onto your knees, and looked up at him. Slowly, you leaned forward, brushing the fabric of his pants with your lips. The sticky cum on the fabric clung to your lips instantly. It tasted like him, like your Bane.
Bane growled bracing his hands on your shoulder. “Do you want this, hmm? You want to taste me?”
You nodded. “Yes… I need it… need to taste you.”
Your tongue traced every ridge through the thin fabric, tasting the salty and slightly bitter taste of his cum. You sucked and licked, feeling him shiver and twitch with overstimulation.
“Good girl… take it, clean me. Show me you want it.” Bane’s words were soft, yet edged with need.
You carefully pulled him free from his pants, trembling slightly at the sheer weight and heat of him. His cock was slightly soft now, but the veins were still thick, pulsing, the size overwhelming even in this state, impossible to ignore. A glossy layer of his cum coated the shaft, dripping in sticky rivulets where it had pooled, and your mouth watered uncontrollably at the sight, aching to take every inch into your lips and taste him fully.
Leaning in, you traced your tongue along the entire length, tasting him fully. You slid your lips down slowly at first, gentle and teasing, then tightened around him, sucking with more pressure, dragging the warm, sticky mess deeper into your mouth. You could feel every ridge, every pulse, the softening cock still impossibly thick in your grasp, throbbing under your lips. Your tongue worked methodically, swirling, licking, cleaning every last drop of his cum, tasting him, claiming him in the most intimate, messy way imaginable.
Bane growled low, pressing his hips instinctively forward, letting you have your way with him, moaning softly into the mask. “That’s it… You take such good care of me.”
“That’s because you deserve it…” You swirled your tongue, licked every slick strand, tracing the shaft, the base, the head, every sticky curve, making sure not a drop remained.
Bane grunted, tilting his hips, letting you finish your task, every inch of the act raw, filthy, and completely intimate, leaving you both sated and dripping, bound together by the mess and the need.
After you’d lapped and cleaned every trace of him, you shifted back, straddling him again. He wrapped his arms around you immediately. And you, small and trembling and marked by his blood and release, clung to him as he shook with the force of it.
“You’ve drunk my blood, and my seed.” His grip loosened just enough for him to stroke your back, his touch gentler now. “There is no force in this world stronger than you.”
You kissed the raw bite mark on his chest, whispering against him. “You’re mine, Bane.”
And for once, even he could not argue.
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A/N: Like I promised, here’s a softer Bane fic for the girls who wanted to see his more romantic side. Ughhh, I love a devoted man😩
I hope you can feel that strong, muscular thigh under you while reading🫦🫦 Thank you so much for being here, loves. I love you all soooo much!!
Hiiii. heeeeyy. i wrote the damn thing.
you can read it here or on ao3!
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Grace isn't sure, at first, if he's actually awake. For ten seconds, absolute dark convinces him that he hasn't even opened his eyes. He tries to move but his body feels crushed by an unknown force. The Hail Mary is spinning uncontrollably again and he's bleeding, blacking out...
No, no, this isn't a nightmare. Grace blinks, feels himself blink, and draws in a long, deep breath.
So he's probably not asleep. Hopefully not dead. Spontaneously blind?
There's another feeling, too, a sort of... full-body hum that makes him imagine seeing his bones as Rocky might.
...Wait, Rocky. Rocky?
Grace takes another deep breath. The air tastes completely different from Mary's, but the important, horrible thing is that it's breathable.
"Rock?" He can breathe, speak. He sounds sleep-drunk but feels sobriety like a stake through his heart. Grace forces himself to move enough to lift his head, shift one arm, press his hand into the surface where he lies prone. He hopes desperately to feel the sort-of-soft, slightly scratchy mattress he's been sleeping on for almost four years Marytime.
Whatever is underneath him is cool and uneven — metal or stone. Panic overtakes him.
"Oh god— Rocky!?" An eridian he is not, but even Grace can tell by the way his voice expands and fades, then echoes back at him, that he is absolutely not on their ship. It's a completely different space, somewhere that smells organic, which would be blowing Grace's mind under different circumstances, probably. As things are now, it only deepens his despair as he comes rapidly to three extremely bad conclusions:
Theory one: he has, somehow, been removed from the Hail Mary, and placed in an environment in which he can breathe, and he is alone.
Theory two: he is not alone; Rocky was also displaced and is burning to death somewhere in the atmosphere.
Theory three: Grace went caving back on Earth and has been vividly hallucinating the last decade (two decades?) of his life due to being lost and/or abandoned in the darkness of an underground system.
Grace can't decide which theory would be the least awful, but he knows which is easily the worst.
"Rocky?" he calls again, soft enough that he won't answer his own question.
It really is frighteningly dark. Grace moves his head around, searching for the faintest scrap of light in any direction, like a plant tragically seeded within the inhospitable environment of a cave, eaten and later ejected from something like a fruit bat. A plant dressed in a death veil of white, doomed to the fate of perishing from lack of sustenance.
Though, Grace is sure, it wouldn't be an absence of sunlight that leads to his early demise.
…Alright, that thought was a little too depressing. Grace tries to calm himself and rationalize. If Rocky is with him, he'd obviously hear it if the eridian was... Unless Rocky isn't in the same area. But Grace can't conceive of a reason Rocky would appear elsewhere if they were displaced together. The last thing Grace remembers is going to sleep, which meant Rocky was in the same room — barely three feet away — watching over him. Why wouldn't he be nearby?
More and more, gradually, Grace feels like he's occupying his body rather than the formless dark that has swallowed him. He sits upright and makes himself breathe until he can convince himself that Rocky isn't dying or dead. Don't jump to conclusions without evidence; gather more information before conceptualizing baseless theories.
Right.
Inch by inch, Grace dutifully paints a mental map of his surroundings. He's crawling atop a wide, flat surface, most likely refined stone. There are grooves in the material, straight lines and long curves, suggesting a deliberate design. Grace nearly stumbles forward to who knows where when he realizes there's an edge to the floor (platform?), which results in an embarrassing noise he's only slightly grateful that Rocky isn't around to hear. With extreme caution, lying flat on his belly, Grace trails his hand down the edge to see if there's a drop. His fingers discover dirt only a few inches down.
Dirt... Dirt!? There's no way, Grace thinks, feeling like his brain is made of kindling and this simple discovery is a fire bomb thrown into its center. He's woken up from a NASA ship hurtling through space at light speed to find himself... He cannot possibly be back on Earth, right? No way the "hallucinating half your life in a dark cave system" theory is the most likely one so far.
Grace gets to his hands and knees and quickly maps the edge of what is most definitely a raised platform. It's about as long as he is tall in both directions, with two straight sides and one crescent, grooves suggesting the outer border is made of bricks; at its center is a notably smoother material in the shape of a circle, which is outlined with more elaborate designs. When Grace places his palms flat on the material (glass, maybe?), there's... something, beneath it. He doesn't know how he can tell, but it's a bit like feeling the vibrations of a loud noise through a wall, though the circle of material is definitely not itself vibrating.
Grace is in the middle of feeling up might possibly be a tree root (what!!?!) when he hears something move behind him.
Grace freezes, hardly daring to breathe, mind going blank with fear (which is likely better than it tormenting him with infinite guesses as to what else might be down there with him.)
For a few seconds, there's only pure, ear-ringing silence, and his own beating heart. Then another sound: a gritty shifting.
Then another: a near-silent whoosh of air.
And then:
"What!?" Rocky's voice wails, instantly soothing a pain in Grace's chest despite the eridian's audible distress. His exclamation is followed by several rapid stomps — Rocky hearing around, Grace assumes. Something about the action sounds slightly off, but Grace can't put a finger on why before Rocky speaks again.
"Grace!" His voice fills up the darkness. Amazing, how much calmer Grace feels now that it's suffused by Rocky rather than unseen unknowns. "Grace here; Grace alive! We... arrive to Erid?"
Even as the question is voiced, Grace can hear the undercurrent of Rocky's doubt. He starts, "I don't think—"
"Wait!" Rocky races across the space. As far as Grace can hear, his friend had been about thirty feet away. "Grace not in suit! Rocky not in suit! How Grace breathe!?"
"Wh— How Rocky breathe?" Grace demands right back, shocked. Rocky isn't in his suit? Maybe that made sense, if they were moved while Rocky was in his xenonite enclosure. But both of them being here without any protection absolutely did not make any sense whatsoever.
"Amaze, amaze, amaze!" Rocky chirps in harmony with a deep baritone Grace can just barely translate into something approximating, "What The Absolute Fuck Is Going On?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," Grace admits. He hears Rocky step onto the platform Grace has thus far been reluctant to wander from. "I have no idea where we are, but I can breathe fine. If you can too..."
This can't be a hallucination — with Rocky's safety and presence confirmed, Grace now refuses to believe it.
"It's pitch black," Grace informs his companion, turning back to the fibrous mystery he'd been fondling.
"What is black?" Rocky asks, now behind him. "Why do you know its pitch? What pitch is its texture?"
He's close enough that Grace can feel strong heat radiating from him — only slightly warmer than how it felt to hug Rocky with his suit on. Resisting the urge to lean back into him, Grace clarifies, "Sorry, miscommunication. I meant there's absolutely no light in this area, so I can't perceive anything visually."
"No light at all?"
"None. So can you help me identify what my hands are on right now?" He taps the object. "It feels almost like a tree root, but—"
"Grace."
"—there's absolutely zero possibility of it being a tree root, right? Because we can't be on Earth, that makes no sense, and even if it did, it wouldn't, because the atmosphere hasn't killed you — thank god—"
"Friend Grace."
There's a spot of warmth approaching Grace's back between his shoulder blades. Rocky's soft, almost reverent tone registers and Grace stops talking a half-second before Rocky touches him.
Touches Grace, directly, for the first time since they met, the only barrier between them the thin material of his shirt.
I wanted to request a bane x reader fanfic where bane don't wear a mask and he come come across a girl avery young one at that and they have such strong chemistry and then they fall for each other of course bane is reductant at first but then he abandoned his job as a mercenary to be with her and spend time with her.they go shopping they go to beach they like to devour each other they simply can't get enough. Thanks alot
"Guy for That"| Bane x reader
A/N: hello, hello! I know it's been a while, but I hope this will count as tagging, and you'll find yourself back to this. This kind of picks up in the middle of things but the context is what you asked for <3 It is also inspired by "Guy for That" by Post Malone. Hence the name lol. Enjoy ✨
(okay but how cute is he in this gif omg??)
I'm pretty good at breakin' down a heart
But pickin' up the pieces is the hard part
She's searchin' for someone who's gonna build it back
But I ain't got a guy for that
Before meeting Bane, y/n had never believed in that portrayal of love where the two were inseparable and never had enough of the other. She had always loved her me time and, so far, had never been with someone that made her want to spend all of her time with them.
However, when a certain beefy bald man came into her life, she finally understood.
It almost embarrassed her to admit but she always wanted more. More time together, more of his attention, more of his care, more of their conversations, more of their quiet moments, more of his hands on her, more of them laying in bed talking about everything and nothing.
Just more of him.
The only thing that appeased her embarrassment was that Bane seemed on the same wavelength. He always came back for more. She needn't ask for it.
It had been the most magical months of her life.
It hadn't been with its challenges, though. Living with a mercenary wasn't exactly a piece of cake. But they had handled everything together.
So when Bane came home one night and asked her to sit because they needed to "talk", she knew it was just another hurdle they had to cross.
Never would she have imagined, though, that his reason was... ridiculous. Simply put, it was absolute nonsense and y/n wouldn't stand for it.
"Unbelievable," y/n scoffed.
"What?" Bane's temper was rising as well. Gesturing vaguely to himself, "Did you think I'd be your prince charming?"
"You know I don't give a flying fuck about princes and princesses, Bane!" She said, her voice raising at the absurd implication.
"You're a fucking mercenary, for fuck's sake. Do you take me for a fool?"
"If you think of me as someone who could put your heart back together, then yes. You might as well be one."
Despite being filtered by his mask, Bane's voice had the uncanny ability to portray every shade of emotion. So, y/n knew when it was flat and monotone, like in this instance, it was on purpose.
"You know what, Bane?" she chose to be the bigger person and ignore his insult. "I'm not having this conversation with you. Either you have a valid reason for wanting to break up or I refuse, okay? You cannot break up with me."
"Being concerned for your safety and questioning the future of this relationship is a valid reason to have this conversation." He quipped.
"Using your line of work is a useless argument because I already know, don't I? Knew it from the beginning actually."
"Should I question your sanity as well then?"
"Why is it a problem all of the sudden when this," she said pointing to them, "has been going on for a while?"
The question was rather rethoric but when she saw that Bane was about to reply, she knew he wouldn't let this go soon. So, raising a hand, she stopped him, "I don't think it's about you being a mercenary at all."
"I think things are getting real, and you're getting scared," she said softly despite the frustration she was feeling. It was a sore spot for both of them, letting go and trusting the other. But y/n knew that for Bane it was even harder given his past.
She knew that was exactly the point, and Bane's silence confirmed it. Sighing, she took his hands in hers. Hands that had inflicted an immense amount of pain but that could also been so gentle and caring when it came to her. Those hands that she loved feeling caressing her skin, whether it was during aftercare or in those lovely, quiet moments they shared.
"Look, babe, I know it's scary, okay? Fuck, I'd even say terrifying. But I want you to know I'm not going down without a fight."
Bane's piercing eyes were unblinking on hers. It felt like he was staring into her soul. And y/n was hellbent on proving that her word was true. Bane had been such a solid presence in her life these past few months. Now, she was ready to return the favour. He could lean on her for stability. No matter his impressive size, she wouldn't crumble.
"Let's just go to bed, okay? We can sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow."
"I've got some work to do."
"Okay then, I'll be here when you get back." Y/n stood up and left the room after leaving a kiss on his temple.
Whether it was true or not, y/n would leave him alone for tonight. She had said her piece, and if he needed time to process it, then so be it.
She would be here when he returned, and she was not going down without a fight.
summary: Bane likes to tease you. how far can he push you though?
word count: 3.5k
WARNINGS: established relationship, usage of toy, dom!Bane (+ watch out for soft!Bane too), edging, vaginal fingering, dry humping, doggy.
AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: thank you @cheshire-noir for enabling me and brainstorming with me cause shiiiit this man can bench press me any damn day.
Defining the circumstances of your encounters with Bane was tough. You ended up in his circle of entrusted vigilantes because you had medical experience and he needed someone to take care of the men.
While hesitant at first, you agreed. Bane was the last person you’d want to overstep, so you’ve adjusted to life beneath the surface, secrecy and most importantly, efficiency.
Bane had been watching you from afar for weeks. He would only stare when he was far away from you, never one to linger with his eyes. You were operating everything with ease, mending wounds like they hadn’t been there in the first place. Clearly, you were endowed with something significant, as well as a keen mind, keen instincts, and attractiveness.
Yes, Bane was perplexed by that last one. He wasn’t blind, he knew how to recognize beauty in its original state and yours was simply ethereal. But the degree to which he showed interest in you had to remain professional. He reasoned that it shouldn’t be too difficult.
Until one evening, when you were packing up your belongings and caught a glimpse of him, shirtless and facing the opposite direction.
You came to a halt, gasping for air. You grimaced as you saw a large scar going down his spine, and you wondered what type of injury had caused such a scar on such a massive man.
“Many would argue that staring is less than polite, little one.”
You must’ve been staring for too long because you flinched when you heard his voice. He spoke softly, just as he normally did, and you felt embarrassed. That, you supposed, was one of Bane’s many gifts. Through the most mundane gestures or words, he could choose the exact emotion to instill into someone’s heart.
“I’m sorry,” you cooed. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
You felt even more ashamed when Bane stood up and turned his enormous form to face you. You didn’t flinch, and you didn’t feel threatened. It was one of the things that made Bane secretly grateful for you.
“I was only wondering… what could’ve happened for you to earn such a scar on your back.”
“Pain.”
You had no idea what his complete tale was, and you had never considered asking. You were well aware that there were some boundaries you shouldn’t have crossed, yet Bane didn’t have to set any of them for you.
As he got closer, he cocked his head slightly to the left and stared down at you. You thought that the size disparity would always make you weak in the knees.
“You must have plenty of questions for me, little one,” he told you, almost as if needing to hear you pose them.
Taken aback, you kept quiet. “Just one.”
“Ask what you will.”
“Would it hurt if you were to remove the mask?”
You swear you heard him sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. You didn’t want to get on Bane’s nerves since he was as private as he was devious.
“Would you be the one to remove it?” he asked.
You raised your eyebrows, puzzled. “Hypothetically? If I were to do that… only hypothetically, of course… I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
“What would you like then, little one?”
You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment again, only this time it was a different type.
“What if I’d want to… kiss you?”
“Hypothetically, I presume.”
“Yes. Hypothetically.”
Bane took a long time to answer. You were a formidable foe and a tempting proposition, but he could not succumb. He vowed he’d never do it.
But he failed to keep his palm from grazing your cheek softly, causing you to close your eyes and gasp, waiting, longing. He couldn’t keep your hands from going to either side of his face and pulling him in so you could stare into his emerald green eyes.
He failed to follow his instincts and inner desires when he took you to bed for the first time that night, spending hours treating each part of your body as if it were the most valuable work of art.
It’s been almost a year, and you’ve learned to rely on each other and operate as a team instead of being separated. You were Bane’s muse, his purpose for doing all he did, and you were frequently inspiring him with fresh ideas and methods for his plot to reclaim Gotham for its rightful owners.
You were also gaining a lot of knowledge from him. Being with him was boosting your confidence in ways you never imagined, and you were becoming more open and social despite the fact that you were literally living in the sewers with him now.
Take tonight, for instance: there is a lavish party you’ve decided to infiltrate in order to retrieve information about any of Bruce Wayne’s associates, and Bane granted you clear path. You’re wearing a microphone and he has eyes on you at all times as he hides in a van outside, since his stature does not make it possible for him to blend in anywhere, not to mention his mask.
However, the microphone isn’t the only thing you have on you tonight.
In a moment of playfulness behind closed doors, you had agreed to wear these vibrating panties. Looking back, the reason behind your acceptance was unknown – other than for sheer pleasure on Bane’s side. It didn’t take long or much for him to persuade you of this, and now that you arrived at the party all dolled up and fancy, you were nervous at the thought that Bane could decide to have his fun with you at any given moment.
“Feeling okay, little one?”
You can tell his voice is oozing with cockiness and excitement. You take a deep breath and lick your lips as you gaze around.
“Never been better,” you say with bravado.
“Remember your task.”
Oh, you remember, alright; for each person you correctly identify as Wayne’s acolytes, he will reward you handsomely. Should you fail to do so, he’d punish you.
In the privacy of your relationship, Bane had grown to be more playful and creative with the ways he showed his affection for you. Everything was a game for him, and this party is yet another point on the list. Truthfully, you aren’t sure if you’re more eager to succeed or fail with your task. Either way, you’d get to unveil a side of Bane that was reserved solely for you.
Each time you cockily recalled the fact that Bane was yours and you were his, your confidence swelled tenfold. You belonged to each other, and you knew each other like no one else. Something about that bit of knowledge made you shiver uncontrollably.
“Where is your mind at, little one?”
You gulp, looking around mindlessly. “You.”
Bane chuckles, the sound a soft vibration reverberating in your whole body.
“Is that so?”
You nod. That’s when it hits you.
Another vibration is coming from between your legs, but this one is much more noticeable and powerful. You freeze close to the bar’s counter, striving to keep your cool. For a brief while, you forgot you were wearing those damned panties.
“Bane,” you whisper, nearly choking on his name.
The vibration stops, and you take a quick scan around, eased to remark that people were too immersed in their dialogues, food, drinks and music to notice you holding onto the counter for dear life.
“I thought you were going to do that only if I don’t identify the people you are after,” you say.
“Keep looking. Describe to me what you see.”
You begin to suspect that you may have misinterpreted his game’s implications. Bane can see everything in the room, so there’s no need for you to describe anything to him. Furthermore, he is thoroughly aware of his adversaries. He also doesn’t need you to identify them.
“Commissioner Gordon is here,” you say, eyes on a man with glasses who was shaking hands with those around him.
Another vibration, this time a little more powerful. Your legs weaken under its ministration, heels almost unable to support your wiggling figure. You clench your fists against the sensation, shivering with a newfound need that consumes you from the inside out.
“Still thinking of me, little one?”
“Hard not to when you’re doing that.”
You take deep breaths in and out, slowly and steadily, although it’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore the heat and wetness building in between your legs. You’re just now starting to question his real plan.
With Bane, you never really know what you’re getting, and you suppose tonight makes no exception.
“Is this need of yours stronger than the task at hand?”
You hesitate. “What if it was?”
And now Bane hesitates. You know you manage to stun him when his responses come with delay. For that you feel oddly proud of yourself.
You stifle a groan as you feel another tremor. You hide in the nearest corner, gluing your legs together as if that would help, but it only makes it ache worse. It’s a delicious torture that gets you going so good, it’s almost as if Bane is right there with you. You don’t protest because you know that if you did, Bane would just prolong the game, and the reality is, he’s always in command.
“If it was,” he says in your ear again, “we would have to do something about it.”
“Like what? Tell me.”
You try to beat him at his own game, at something, and Bane chuckles. You both know it’s not going to happen, yet it thrills him, entices him.
“Come to me.”
That is the last you hear. You don’t waste another second before rushing out of the party in pursuit of the vehicle. You rap on the door with the signature thumping you and Bane devised together, only to be greeted by his form again seconds later.
You’re trembling with excitement and arousal, feeling so achingly slick down there that you’re half afraid he might hear it if you rub your legs together.
“This desire of yours… does it make you think you are stronger?” is what he asks of you first.
You lock eyes, a magnetic sensation coursing through you just from that, and you part your lips, expecting an answer, but nothing comes.
“It does. Sometimes,” you admit.
“And what does my little one wish for right now?”
You’re feeling bold, so you pretend to ponder over the possibilities before leaving him hanging.
“It’s a bit hard to say. These panties have grown uncomfortable in the last half hour.”
Bane kneels before you, a move so rare in itself that it should’ve been a marvel of the world, green eyes scrutinizing your face, and you grin mischievously.
“Do you feel in charge?” he asks as his large hand goes to lift your dress above your thighs and plays with your underwear, calloused fingers barely touching your skin.
“No, sir,” you respond teasingly, to which he chuckles and simply rips the panties off of you.
“Good.”
To be honest, the events that followed your arrival at your shared quarters are a fog. After Bane took off those panties and left you commando on his lap, obviously putting his own resistance to the test, there’s not much to remember. He was a patient man, but with you, all of the things that others dreaded about him evaporated.
What you do know is that you’ve lost right now, as the bed sinks beneath your weight. You always lose at his games, despite the fact that you don’t care about winning in the first place. It’s a fact that you both know, but that doesn’t take away from the fun. Bane’s unpredictable nature is what initially appeals to you.
You’re about to take your dress off when your eyes meet Bane’s, darkened by lust.
“That stays on, little one.”
You cannot hide your surprise, as betrayed by the slight raise in your eyebrows.
“You look ravishing tonight,” he says, approaching the edge of the bed.
Bane’s compliments for you were never hard to come by, but their rarity added to their value. It was more than you bargained for to be confronted by a guy of his stature and fame.
“As I am sure many others noticed,” he continues, lifting you onto his lap.
“No one was even looking at me…”
“They were. Rightfully so. But they do not know whose you are.”
His hands softly grasp your hips to get you moving. Huffing at the surge, you bite your lower lip and begin to grind your exposed core on his glorious thigh. Bane’s hand slides from your clit to your cunt, grinning as he feels your moisture.
“Did our little game make you this wet, little one?”
You nod, wanting for more friction, more of him, but doing your hardest not to reveal anything. Bane enjoyed extracting such acknowledgements from you, and you were more than happy to oblige him.
“You never wanted me to identify anyone, did you?” you ask in one breath. “You just wanted to push my buttons.”
“A clever treasure you are.”
As you begin to make deeper motions on his thigh, his hands rest securely on your back. Bane is reassured of your desire by a few grunts here and there, and he feels his own sanity slide through the cracks your body forms.
For support, your arms are on his shoulders. This is another of your private experiences where all you want to do is kiss him deeply and passionately so he knows how much you care about him. If you weren’t so frightened of ruining what you have by expressing those bothersome little words, perhaps even more could be said.
With your head thrown back, you ride Bane’s thigh with an almost incapacitating craving. He loves nothing more than seeing you completely devoured by mutual lust. He can feel your frantic heartbeat through your crying cunt, and he knows you’re close when you crank up the pace.
“Take what you want,” he encourages you. “It’s yours. You need only take it.”
Bane loves the sound of your huffs and puffs leaving your throat. As you pursue your high, all other words leave your head and tongue, and you’re happy that those panties did a lot of the job.
You’re being lifted and laid back on the bed, much to your consternation. You open your mouth to protest, watching Bane as he disposed of his clothes one by one.
“You said – “
“I asked if you felt in charge, little one. You told me no.”
He’s still pushing your buttons, you finally come to realize. He’s playing with the limit between saneness and irrationality and you theorize that he might want to have you beg for him after all. No pity, but simple need for him and him alone.
“You do hold great power over me though,” he seemingly compromises, hands at his fly, unzipping it. “I will give you that.”
“Is that all you will give to me?”
A soft chuckle leaves his mouth. “I will give you much more. You need only ask.”
And there it is. The confirmation of your theory.
“Please,” you get out with a muffled sound, legs spread before him.
Bane cocks his head to the side, clearly waiting for the continuation.
“Please fuck me,” you say. “Please? I’ve been waiting for it for hours.”
“How would you like to be fucked, little one?”
“Any way you want.”
“So desperate to have me inside you.”
“Yes. Please.”
It’s impossible to ignore your sweet voice appealing for him. Finally, naked in front of you, you wonder at him as you always do. As he curls his fist around it and strokes himself a few times, your gaze is drawn unconsciously to his hardness. At the very least, you have that. Clearly, the game had taken its toll on him as well.
“On all fours.”
You obey, getting in position. The anticipation is nearly killing you.
You exhale when you feel Bane’s fingers pressed up against your clit, teasing you even more. You groan against your better knowledge, and Bane leans forward so that you feel his erection poking your ass, barely.
“Impatience will only get you so far, little one,” he says next to your ear.
“Bane, please, please just – “
He cuts the air out of your lungs once he inserts a finger in you, testing the water as it were. You arch, needing far more than that, but biting your tongue to not complain under any form. Neediness is one thing for Bane, but protests? Oh, you’d never hear the end of it and you won’t get to feel him at all should you go that route.
Bane is unquestionably the master of teasing, and he’s demonstrating it to you admirably as he fingers you until your breaths become hitched and you’re on the edge of tears from how amazing it feels. He’s just as tense as you are, acutely aware of how hard he’s working, seduced by your sounds and neediness.
And you’re so close. Just a little more – just a little –
You can’t help the whine that escapes past your lips when you feel empty again, edged to the point of some sadistic satisfaction in itself. Luckily, Bane decides you’ve both had enough torment for the evening.
“Let me ask you again, little one,” he says, hand wrapped around his cock. “Do you feel in charge now?”
“No, no, I’m not. You are.”
“You’ll do well to remember that.”
“Yes.”
You sneak a peek behind you and shiver seeing Bane guiding himself to your entrance. A gasp breaks in several little ones the second you feel him pushing past your soaked lips. His calloused hands go to your hips, almost tugging at the dress’ material as he starts thrusting in and out, slowly stretching you out.
But you don’t want it slow and you don’t think he does either. It’s only a matter of testing each other’s limit, as it usually is, finding common ground when it comes to pleasure.
Although an imposing man, his grip over you is tender; regardless of how rough he can be and how he is when you need him to, he never forgets to reassure you of his intentions. Tender and soft, just like you are to him.
He’s pulling your hips back against his and burying himself inside you to the hilt, stealing lively moans from you. Doesn’t take him long to pick up the pace, his own neediness exceeding his self-control. The rhythm of his hips smashing into yours makes it clear that his mission is to get both of you off, regardless of order. Your back is arched and your cunt is oh so wet and full, so full of him that you’re nearly seeing stars.
“To whom do you belong, little one?” he grunts in your earlobe.
“T-to you – only you.”
“Greedy little thing – so lovely when I take you – “
There’s no warning when you clamp around him, walls trapping his cock inside you and triggering his own climax. Clearly he had been just as needy as you, only better concealed. You couldn’t say you didn’t admire that about him.
You’re panting heavily as Bane pulls out in a haste, painting your ass with his warm release. His grunts fill the room, hand sneaking around your torso to pull you in closer to him, holding you with a little something more than possessiveness.
He wouldn’t tell you – not yet, in any case – how afraid he is you’ll leave.
“All needs sated, my little one?”
My. That would be imprinted on your brain for a while.
“Yes,” you whisper with a smile.
He lets you go, carefully undressing you and searching for something to clean you with. His touches are just as tender again and you shudder. So many feelings plague you, haunt you even, yet you fear to voice them. You at least hope it was fairly obvious, otherwise why else would you adapt to Bane’s lifestyle and remain by his side for so long?
No one could keep you safer than him, that you knew. And no one could ever make you feel the way he does – and not just physically.
“You hold great power over me,” Bane tells you as he tucks you in bed. “You can mold me however you feel like it, and that is… a weakness.”
Your eyes lock, and this time you only read a peculiar pain residing in their center, one you do not know its history.
“It’s not weak to care for someone,” you tell him, curled at his chest.
“Should something happen to you, my whole life would be compromised.”
“Compromised?”
“Do you believe I could carry on if something were to happen to you?”
Speechless, you caress his exposed skin, your way of reassuring him that you were, by all accounts, his and that you weren’t going anywhere.
Summary: Mina has known Bane since his capture from prison. After the setback of losing in Gotham, what new changes will they both implement as they face starting over after almost losing one another?
Warnings/Tags: Violence. Sexual Content. Fluff, Angst. Medical jargon. Injury.
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As she sat next to the hospital bed where Bane lay bent and broken she couldn’t help but be reminded of the last time she’d seen him in such a way.
He had been brought to the league by Talia and her father. That was where she had first taken care of him. She spent her days and nights nursing his wounds, having far better means to heal him than they had in the prison. She watched him form back into one piece, his face losing the discoloration and swelling, scars forming as his natural shape came back to him thanks to her. He didn’t speak much, but it would’ve been detrimental to the healing of his mouth if he’d tried. He didn’t need to speak to show how deep his intelligence ran. His eyes remained bright, and she watched them formulate so many plans for their deeds.
They sat for hours in silence, her kneading out his back, working him through the painful process of his spine forming to completion.
Every time she saw the scar that ran from his thick, muscular neck down the expanse of his bulked-up back she was reminded of having her hands on him. The time spent so close and skin to skin with him at his most vulnerable.
But then Ra’s Al Ghul interfered. Mina was secretly and silently heartbroken when he was excommunicated from the league. Having had put in so much time with him, having found a way for him to function with the mask, an idea that turned out just crazy enough to work. He was becoming strong again, his body as sharp as his mind when he left. Talia was vocal about her distaste for what happened, but Mina was left to stay silent. She wasn’t a member of the league, only taken in for her healing talents and to be an indentured servant for the members. She had no real power and had to watch someone she thought she had a real connection with disappear.
Then Batman would intervene, killing Ra’s Al Ghul and bringing Talia and Bane back together. With Ra’s gone, Talia allowed Mina to learn to defend herself, finding her years of watching to be beneficial to her in the endeavor. As a plan was formed to carry out Ra’s Al Ghul’s destiny, she found herself to be among the ones named to join Bane and Talia in their work.
In the sewers, she was kept mostly hidden. Bane didn’t want just anyone knowing about Mina. He considered her an understated but vital piece of the plan. He kept her close where he went, having her in masculine tactical gear. But instead of the plethora of weapons, one would expect to be in the numerous pouches and pockets, she kept the secret to Bane’s endurance and strength with her. She supplied him with his analgesic gas to keep him functioning so highly despite his body being broken underneath that threshold of pain. She helped him heal, being the one alone with him after confrontations, using her mixtures and knowledge to further aid his body in repairing the damage he inflicted upon it. Once again she knew him at his most vulnerable. He found himself trusting Mina, confiding in her plans and theories and intently listening when she gave her feedback. He was a master of strategy but she gave a distinct point of view from being the voiceless ears and eyes of the league for so many years. She had nursed so many who thought themselves invincible back from death that she knew where every one of them went wrong. Bane knew this information was priceless, and thus it made Mina that in turn.
So when she saw Talia leave, finding Bane in a heap against the wall after being shot she knew what she had to do. She did as she had time and time again, and saved him.
After gathering a handful of other mercenaries and taking one of the stolen Bat tech flying vehicles to get Bane out of Gotham, she took him to a small isolated island in Ireland to a bunker so she could put him back together again.
And here they were now. The steady and quiet beeping of machines, the painkillers being pumped in at high levels for him at her request. She stayed by his side, not trusting anyone else to watch over him.
He came and went, the sheer force from the blast making his insides displace and rupture. Slowly those who escaped Gotham found their way to them again. She found herself the highest-ranking person left and she made decisions she’d never had to before. She was training men, reaching out to other mercenaries for support as Bane healed. Failing in Gotham had left a bad taste in a lot of their mouths but she still believed in him. She knew no man smarter than him and she fought to keep his name clear of shame while he could not.
During one of the earlier nights alone, the trauma still fresh from fleeing Gotham, she sits by his bed in her casual civilian clothes. She reaches out and holds his hand, scorch marks still visible on his skin as she lets her sadness breakthrough for the first time since he was exiled from the league.
She lets herself cry alone in the room with him, her face pressed to his big hand, the hands she’d splinted so many years ago. The hands that broke necks and the bats back and destroyed their enemies without so much as fracture thanks to her. She stroked his arm and wondered if she’d ever know his hands to be anything but fierce. He had never been unfair or forceful with her. She had long wondered, since the days before he was this beast of a man in his size and reputation. She wanted to know if there was the sort of softness he held for Talia left to be shown to her. She had only ever shown him softness. But he had never called her weak for it. Only praised the things she did for him. She wondered when it was that she let her heart get in the way of her work. And why was it a man like Bane to make her thoughts so foolish?
She leans over him, wiping the tears she sheds for him as they fall to his pale skin. Her fingers feel the indentions on his face from the mask, her fingers tracing the thin pink scars she’d helped make barely visible over his nose and mouth. In a moment of weakness, when it was still uncertain if he would ever wake, she kisses him gently. She doesn’t linger long, her lips pressed to his forehead after his lips affectionately.
“I won’t give up on you. I never have and I never will. You’re going to come back to me, Bane. The world still needs you and so do I.”
———
“What are you doing up?” Mina turns to ask Bane as she could hear his forced heavy footsteps as they came down the hall and stopped in the lab's doorway. She moves towards him, trying not to show her concern for his pain as there were others around. “Aren’t you hurting?” She asks with a quiet voice, her face showing her worry.
“Yes but...you weren’t there when I woke.” He answers with squinted eyes, his brow still furrowing under the center strap of his new and improved mask.
“I was here looking to see what progress had been made with your new braces.” She explains with a confident nod.
“And?” He demands, taking a deep breath with the analgesic gas pumping through his lungs to ease the intense pain that was currently gnawing away at him from his injuries sustained in Gotham.
“The new vials are ready, they’ve passed all the necessary testing. The braces will match your new body brace as well, not that you care about that sort of thing.” She remarks with a subtle smile, the matching of new pain-relieving arm braces to his newly formed and reinforced body brace had been a purely aesthetic choice that she had made. She thought his image was important and while he agreed to a degree, he didn’t think the production should have been slowed for such a thing.
“When will they be ready?” He asks, holding his form up against the doorframe, his still large body looking as if it may even bend the metal of the sterile looking wing of the bunker.
“By tomorrow. They need to be installed and then another round of tests. Then I would feel comfortable having you try them. Then there’s the nasty business of having you come off the gas and adjust to the injectables. But as always I have complete faith in your full recovery within 4-5 days.” She gives another nod to confirm her words.
“Good.” He nods with a curt tone. He lumbers and turns, making his way back to his room down the hall. She knew he was in pain, so she didn’t take his short words personally.
——-
“How are you doing this morning?” She inquires, with a tender voice. She was the only one left now to dare to speak to him in such a way.
He’d been angry ever since he’d woken up. But she didn’t blame him in the least. His plans had failed, he’d lost the woman he’d sworn to protect from birth and now he was injured severely. It was more than an acceptable and understandable setback. With his men now in the Gotham prison, he was left with a scattered arsenal. And though he thought Mina was worth the cost of a hundred men, it didn’t change the fact that those men he had conditioned were now oppressed by the very structures he tried to take down. His anger for the turn of events was always under the surface, and the unpleasant change from his tried and true mask was going to be something he had to adjust to. He had no doubt he could, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy.
Mina stayed by him continuously, as she had ever since she brought him there. She oversaw the connection of the new arm braces, interchangeable for damage and reloadable for medicine and thanks to her stern demands, and the technology she’d taken from their heist of the Batman’s weapons arsenal, they were practically indestructible.
Bane wasn’t a creature for wallowing in his emotions. He was a force that nothing stopped, always forward on a mission. But as he found himself now without one, without a clear and precise prerogative and plan, emotions started to surface. For even though he knew only darkness from a very young age, he was still human. There were emotions from being an abandoned child, living in fear every moment as he grew strong and resilient that he could recall. And in that youth and initial betrayal, there was softness. This is why he had protected Talia as a child. This is why he kept Mina so close to him. They represented things that seemed so out of touch for him. With Talia now gone, something he found coming back to him in anger-inducing waves, he was left with only one other person now that had ever shown him such care and tenderness. And she reminded him of this unintentionally every time he woke up and she was there next to him, every time she touched him with a look in her eyes he hadn’t seen anyone else have for him. She had always been a source of softness in his life when there was room for none. She had reminded him of the child he once was, the boy who craved warmth and affection in a world where there was no such thing for a creature like him. And unbeknownst to her, in his weakened state, in her dedication to his survival and thriving, she had made him feel more like a man and less of a war machine. She’d made him feel like this pain and failure he put upon himself in such heavy doses were something that he wouldn’t drown in. If she were there to be a lighthouse on the shore guiding him to land.
He watches her with curious eyes, delicate hands he’d seen do such violent things, now so lightly adjusting the braces on his arms which were now pumping new serum into
his system. She asks him if it’s comfortable. He doesn’t recall the last time someone took this into consideration.
She then instructs him to rest, as the medicine will make him tired soon as she lowers the amount of gas the mask puts out and his mind panics, a trained response to reach for the mask and fix the problem.
She shushes him, the only one in the room to see his wide eyes and still marked hands reach up in desperation to his face. She takes his hands, and even though she was not stronger than him, he’s compelled to not fight her back as her grip is strong and certain as she takes both of them into hers.
“You will sleep soon. We don’t want too much in your system at once unless you need it. It will be okay. There will not be the pain you are accustomed to with less gas. No reason to worry.” She comforts, without a look of disdain or judgment as she runs her fingers over the taut center strap on his still shaved head. Something else she had done while he had been in his comatose state. As was her role, and what she enjoyed more than most anything else, she took care of him in every way she knew how.
His breathing slows, the lump in his throat bobbing as he accepts this instruction. Wasn’t it so strange that the only one to speak to him without bite and demands was the one a man like him listened to?
———
Mina makes adjustments to Bane’s mask, being placed on so he could address the men and fight and overpower without pain if need be. They were all expecting the man in the mask, and he wasn’t ready to be without it yet.
“You will instruct with me today Mina.” He informs with a nod, eyes avoiding her large ones that held no fear when he spoke.
“Yes, Bane.” She responds simply in a curt tone acceptable for the men to hear.
“You will show me their progress. I want to see what I have to work with. Weed out the weaklings, promote the strong.” His voice drags, he knew she knew the drill, but it made him feel back in his element to say it all out loud again. He’d been away from the only existence he knew for months now, and he was ready to make some progress.
As she was trained to do, Mina takes control of a room when she walks into it. The men at first lazily reacting, but reacting to her voice barking over the large gymnasium where they trained. When they turned and saw Bane behind her, the scurried like scared rabbits into line as he stood on a small raised platform and she, at his side.
As he always does, he fills the space he moves around. A loud booming charisma and unmistakable power shifts with his wide powerful gate. His hands matched into the new dark metal and leather panels that surrounded his torso and forearms. He looked broad and strong and she felt pride for having helped get him to this point again.
Another introductory move, something she had to do when she took command in his absence, he challenges a man who seems to be questioning his ability to do the things he claims he will if any of them go against orders. And as it always went, with a single hand and not a bead of sweat, he picks up the man by the neck and tosses him into a pile of crates by the wall. A friend of this now injured man twitches too much for Banes liking and he comes to the defense of his fallen brother. Even with a weapon in his hand, he is no match. With the braces giving theatrical sparks to the display as the edge of the sword comes down against it time and time again, Bane shifts and attacks like a glorious beast that was born with no other motive than to kill. The man finds himself on the floor next to the man he had defended. The sword now bent and broken in his hand.
As Mina stands at attention and never flinches, she watches diligently. The other men with their wide eyes and white knuckles as they watched Bane made her suppress a fleeting smile. She knew some would doubt him after Gotham, but she was happy to see that all concerns would be quickly forgotten as they always were when Bane had to defend himself in combat.
He stands tall and in control, his arms with their bulbous musculature, unmatched in strength by any adversary as they hang after a shake of his shoulders.
“This is Mina. She will be the second in command here now that I am back. If she gives you orders. You obey. It is simple. If she speaks on my behalf, you ready as if it were my voice saying the same words. She will be in charge of you. I will be moving forward with our plans for the next venture.” He speaks without looking at her and she artfully hides the shock on her face for the announcement. She’d always been kept in the shadows before. Now she was his second, a title she never expected to hold. “She will oversee your every move. We need soldiers who can listen and learn. If you cannot do that...you are free to leave.” His tone doesn’t agree with the words he says, a threat hanging in the air. “But if I hear a word of anyone speaking ill of Mina due to the nature of her gender, you will have no choice but to leave. You could only dream of being the soldier she is. She is someone for you to strive to emulate and any treatment of her, verbal or otherwise will not be tolerated. There is no room for such nonsense in my work. Is this agreed?” His words tell that there is no other option, that it isn’t really a question, merely a formality, a warning. “Now then...Mina. They are yours. We will convene later to discuss these....men.” He says with disdain in his voice, letting them know he was not impressed. Even if he had been he wouldn’t show it. It was nearly impossible to reach Bane's level of expectancy, but that ethic is what got him as far as it had.
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Leaving her behind he entered his quarters, his door shut and locked behind him, curtains pulled in the white and grey minimal room with only the essentials for work and rest. He slumps, hands on his desk as he takes in filling breaths of air. His body had taken just fine to fighting again, but the exhaustion from the new medicine was quick to settle in after he exerted himself. Something he was promised would cease, and yet he waited. He moves his bulky frame to sit in the simple metal chair in front of the desk of the same material. His breathing slows, the faintest of hints of the smell and taste of gas easing his mind which rushed to tell him more, that he needed more. He gathers himself, posture back to straight and commanding as he saunters towards the window, hearing shouting outside.
Below was Mina, her face contorted as she shouted commands, running the men over the obstacle course in the courtyard. She ran alongside them, sharp claps and glances to her watch kept her occupied. Bane sank back, careful to not be seen. He didn’t want his personal quarters known to any who didn’t need to know. He also needed to appear busy, and all he was doing at the moment was recovery from an inconvenient, temporary weakness, and he certainly didn’t want that sort of information getting out either.
He hoped that his promotion of Mina would show her his gratitude for all she had done for him. He knew that this particular offering was not one that didn’t come with great work, but he knew she could take it. As she was demonstrating below to him on the rubberized ground that held the metal and wood obstacles. He knew there was much to thank her for, and short of saving her life he knew of nothing he could do that would appeal to her softer side, the one that he wished he could have her show more. But thanks to him they had lost that option. Now they had to be harder than ever.
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Mina’s room was not without its comforts. The same simple base as Banes, as their quarters were both shared in the same wing. But hers had touches of coziness. A simple addition of a painted vase and flowers, a colorful set of pillowcases against a maroon comforter instead of the standard stark white. She had also gotten a small portable speaker, which she was currently syncing to a phone and letting the tones mellow out the white and sterile looking bathroom. She had been able to get a single scented candle, and she had used it sparingly, but it was still almost gone. Another secret import of bubble bath is poured by her tired hands into a warm bath in a stand-alone tub of white and with silver hardware like the rest of the room. A navy bath mat on the floor, something also not standard that added a small touch of softness to the otherwise uninviting space.
Dinner had passed and Bane was now being tended to by the inventors, taking a survey of what he’d experienced with his new injections and hardware today. He had seemed to take to them well and lets herself let go of the tense feelings she had held onto for so long about the introduction of the new elements.
This time alone was crucial to her. As the only woman in the bunker, she had to do these small things to keep herself from becoming something sexless and mechanic. Little things like applying a tube of cherry lip balm became ritualistic for her. Lighting a candle, soft music playing and submerging in a hot bath of salts and oils to ease her muscles from the strain she put on herself was something close to holy for her. Something that reminded her she was, in fact, a feminine and delicate creature underneath the loosely fitted uniforms and training clothes. With Bane being occupied, and previously keeping to his bed by this hour she finds time for herself. Before coming to the bunker she had more time alone with how Bane kept her out of sight, protecting her as she was crucial to his pain control during their isolation in the sewers and after the riots started breaking out. But in those conditions, she did not have the amenities or luxuries this hideaway was providing. So while she has this brief time where she was not holed away in some unreachable part of the earth, she was taking advantage.
A soft sigh escapes, head resting on the lip of the tub, her body submerged to her nose as she moves her limbs, feeling the silky water caress her skin. Soft things were so rare in her life now. She couldn’t believe she actually missed the mountainous hideaways of the League of Shadows with their hot springs. She missed the company of other women. She missed the understanding that came from another’s willing tenderness. She also misses dresses. She huffs out an amused sound at the thought. Such a silly thing to miss. Now her only indulgence was a nightgown and nothing with the sheer and feminine touches that she had cherished before. Nothing that made her feel sexual at all. Her life was painfully devoid of sexuality truthfully. Except for the rare occasions, she would let herself think about Bane. His size and dark charming nature appealed to her inner craving to feel small and coddled by a man in her personal life. A woman like her who had to be in charge in such a strict way needed an outlet, a way to let go of that performative facade she slipped into. She found that touching herself, whether thinking of Bane or not, was as good of a release as any. And certainly better than none at all.
“MINA?!” Bane’s rough voice from behind his mask interrupts her small sanctuary with a jolt as her eyes widened and her back stiffened.
“Just a moment!” She calls out and purses her lips, raising out of the tub.
“What is that smell?” He speaks slowly and moves with heavy feet towards the bathroom. Since it was an isolated room with an en suite, it had no door, and thus no protection from the barreling beast coming her way with no hesitation.
“Bane, I’m-“ she begins before his large form fills the doorway and stands at the end of the tub at her feet.
There’s a heavy moment for Mina. Her heart feeling stuck in her throat as she stands in the tub, bent at the waist to place her hands on its edge to get out. The bubbles cling to her skin in her attempt at a rushed exit.
Bane realizes his intrusion in an instant. But it doesn’t take away his surprise at the state he finds her in, the nudity was the last thing to raise questions in his mind.
Her face is more inconvenienced than scared. Although he hadn't seen her naked before, they were taught to think nothing of it if it occurred. Her eyes glare up into his from her a lowered brow. “Do I need to stand at attention at this arrival?” The words laced with sarcasm would possibly annoy him if he hadn’t seen he was, in fact, the one being troublesome.
His mouth parts and holds open as he thinks, luckily for him she can’t see it and read any pause. She blinks and her face holds steady. The bubbles only mildly distracting from her body glistening with iridescent color as the candlelight flickers against them. It had been since he first arrived at the League that he had seen her look so feminine, he realizes. When they were in the thick of plans for domination and destruction, it was easy to forget such things.
But now they were both acutely aware.
“I see I’ve interrupted your...leisure time.” He chooses his words and lowers his eyes from hers. His hands hang low off broad shoulders, wishing he had his brace on to hook them into.
“Yes.” Her voice lacks the usual bite, her face remains stoic as he doesn’t turn from her.
“You may resume.” He extends with a nod of his head as she sinks back into the water. But the moment had already shifted the dynamic between them.
He stands with wandering eyes, as she checks that her hair, piled on her head in loose falling pieces was still in place. “Did you need me for something?”
“I came to discuss strategy. After today’s events.” He begins, second-guessing his entry into her quarters now. “But I did not know you were...doing this.” He excused at a slow pace, seeing his brows shift as he takes in the unexpected scene.
“In the evenings after dinner, I like to do this when I can.” She explains.
“I was not aware.”
“That was purposeful. For the sake of keeping things... equal between us. Between everyone and myself, actually.” She informs him with eyes that don’t waver from him, trying to read his body language.
“What do...bubble baths have to do with that?” His eyes are less tense, a lilt of teasing in his voice.
“I do things like this to remind myself that I am in fact, a woman. But I work to hide and make that fact irrelevant to the others. It doesn’t serve a purpose here.” She shakes her head. “And since I am the only woman now, it has become more important to me to take time to remind myself. As it’s easier to forget.”
“That is understandable.” He agreed. “Is this...crucial for you? This feminine focused time?” His words lack his usual demanding tone, one of a genuinely curious man is heard instead.
“I do not wish to always be an emotionless machine. I was once made for tenderness, not violence. I like to entertain the idea I could be without this violence in my life someday. To keep that hope alive... it is crucial yes.”
“That is where you and I differ.” His head nods, a heavier breath heard through his mask.
“I’m aware.” She responds quietly.
“Since you are of the utmost importance to me and my work, is there anything that can be done to help you with this, feminization?” He offers, seeing a possible means to help her, to repay her for her work and her loyalty.
“I must remain a soldier. A leader to the others. I do not wish to be treated differently.”
“I agree. Remaining sexless is important. Especially with these newer inductees. They have much to learn.”
She nods in agreement. “Is it not their place to remind me I am a woman. It is not something our work allows.” Her eyes finally move from his and to the water. He could see sadness, reluctance in them. Things he was not accustomed to witnessing with Mina.
“They should not remind you, no.” He pauses, choosing his next words carefully as she sits in the bath. He puts on a hard brow and knows his next movement is crucial. He sees her face, can read her body language, hear her voice, knows by the book what he could do or say next and its chances of being accepted or rejected. He decides to show the softness he admires so much in her. As he approaches the side of the tub, standing with a relaxed posture as he waits for her to meet his eyes, “But would you like for me to?” He boldly suggests.
A blush rises to her cheeks, the pink noticeable in the white surroundings as the steam framed her soft-looking features. “You?” She finally responds, only her eyes shifting up to meet his gaze which held strong as always.
“Yes.” He answers curtly. “Do you see me as someone who could have that kind of role? Not in a...professional manner but a personal one.” He still spoke as if in a meeting, and she found his approach endearing. His voice was gentle, his palms showing as he inquires further with his hands speaking to engage her.
But she still couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. After all this time. Making her feel like a woman? In a personal way? She only knew one way to interpret his words and she audibly swallows. “You would… like to… remind me that I am a woman?” Her voice is quieter, he could hear the disbelief in it. “This would require such softness, Bane. A degree of tenderness that you are not accustomed to. Both emotionally and physically.” She warns him but does not tell him no.
“I am accustomed to receiving it from you. You have shown it to me, Mina.” He says with a slight tilt of his head before kneeling by the tub to connect with her, to prove that he could. “With your care, I know it intimately do I not?” He asks with a more stern tone, only proving her point as he tries to defend his abilities. “I have the capacity for such things. But as you said, it does not have its place in our work.”
“But we aren’t talking about work. Are we?”
“No. We are not.”
She blinks slowly, eyes moving across the bubbles. “Have you… do you wish to know me with tenderness Bane? To treat me like a woman and not a soldier? As a friend, a companion?” He can so clearly see the want and fear now within her. He knew only honesty would prove his long-time suppressed interest.
“Our time spent alone has led me to consider it. You have always touched me with care and consideration. Our time here now, after Gotham, has made me consider touching you in the same way. A creature with such depth deserves to know it the same. I do not wish you to hide what you are. It does not serve either myself or you to do so.”
“I did not know.” Is all she manages, and he sees she truly did not. Perhaps he had been harder on her than he realized.
“That is how I intended it to appear. There are sacrifices to be made for our work. The same as you, yes?”
“Yes.” She admits.
“So I ask you again. Knowing now of my intention. Would you like me to remind you that you are a woman? I would not allow any other man to do it.”
“Why is it that you feel this way? Why tell me now?” Her narrowed eyes are sharp as he smiles behind his mask, she was always inquisitive. Never trusting at a glance. Something he always admired about her.
“Because we’ve always belonged to one another in our way haven’t we? You mended me. Twice now. We trained together. Planned together, fought together. Always as a team. A cohesive unit. One of the best partnerships I’ve had. And that does go beyond the professional. You are not only skilled and irreplaceable to me, but you are also loyal and a friend. I never interacted with anyone in such a casual way as I have you. You allowed a few moments of informal behavior and conversation. You reminded me that I was also a man, not only this machine the world has created. It is only right I’m the one to make you feel like a woman. As you’re the only one to make me feel like a man.” His head nods softly her way in confession. He sees her shoulders lose their tension. She was truly touched by his words and the sentiment behind them. She had no idea of the depth that he was capable of. She could see her error now. He was only hard for protection, for himself and those around him. Same as her. Who was she to tell him what he was capable of? A man like him who did such great things. She believes every word he says as she always does.
“You have always made me feel like a woman.” She admits with a small voice. “With our work, I’ve never had the luxury to explore feelings like the ones you have awakened in me. It has never been a part of our plans. “ she shakes her head, her eyes far away for a moment.”But when I thought I had lost you… when I had to take control and protect you… ever since I have had a harder time separating our work and the inconvenient emotions that this turn of events has caused me to have. “
“It has caused the same in me little Mina.”He replies, moving his forearm to rest on the tub edge, his large hand somehow light as it touches her hair, causing visible bumps to bloom across her skin. “Let us find the answers together. For we have been suffering in silence separately. In the interest of showing you more, would it not make sense for us to work together on these emotions neither of us are accustomed to? I trust no one else in this way.”
“We do make a very good team.” A small smile appears on her face. “One would think the compatibility might translate to pleasure from the professional.”
“We do know each other most... intimately.” He chooses his words to reflect something softer and more personable.
“We do.” She nods subtly. “And I have thought of what you and I would be like together. Intimately. Although I admit I pictured more of a frenzied unraveling than a discussion.” She chuckles. “But this does leave no room for misinterpretation. Which for people like us, in positions we find ourselves in, is more valuable than any quick tryst.”
“You know I prefer a deep discussion of important matters.” His shoulders move slightly as a small huff of amusement escapes him.
“And do you prefer other things deep Bane?” She asks, a less sweet smile appearing on her face. One he had not seen before.
“With you Mina, I have always wished to know what depths I could reach.” His voice has an inkling of that charm he uses to get his way. Almost cheeky and boyish that makes you second guess yourself. But she was past that, and she only found the confidence he held to be arousing as his knuckles grazed her cheek.
“We have been so very close all these years. And I have often wondered who the man was behind the mask. If the depth in your eyes was past mere intellect. And I have wanted to know if your brutality had an opposite side to it. If you had the power that lies in gentle and tenderness and not just violence” she puts her hand over his on her face and touches his face lightly, fingers tracing the tubes of his mask.
“I once knew it. But it was taken away and made into a weakness, a luxury someone like me couldn’t afford. So I tried to show it to Talia. And now I wear the mask. But when I was taken from the prison, when I was given to you, I was reminded that it existed again in others besides myself. And you have shown it to me without the expectancy of repayment all these years.” He stands, a hand outstretched to her that she doesn’t hesitate to take into her own now. “Let me repay it to you starting tonight.” He remarks, pulling her up and keeping his eyes soft as he lifted her from the tub and onto the mat by her waist. The water ran audibly down her body, plinking into the tub and tapping into the floor. With a steady hand he takes a towel and dries her off, limb by limb, one hand gently to her skin to move her as he needed and the other gliding the towel. Finishing with a soft once over of her face, hands to her cheeks as he looks over her gracious face. “You are as soft and lovely inside as you are outside Mina. As I imagined.” A soft hiss through the mask as his hands travel down her jaw, over the curves of her breasts and hips, his bare hands taking in every bit of her. Every scar and divot he touched lightly and with care, as she had when he was healing. He’s never run from anything that could be interpreted as a physical imperfection. He only wanted to make her feel as he believed a woman who was loved and cared for should as if she was perfect and the only woman in his eyes.
His thumbs circled and traced her raised nipples, a slight rise in pulse and rate of her breathing as he cupped and pinched. A soft sigh escapes her, eyes shut and hands reaching out for his arms to feel him. His hands roam, from her hair to her back and hips he touched her softly. Against his chest, she could hear his heart, the decompression of the mask she’d helped design to keep him with her in the hopes she’d know him like this one day. With her chin up to see his face, he presses his forehead to hers before dipping down and lifting her up.
She felt small but not weak in his arms. Her nose nuzzles his head and kissed his temples before he placed her in front of the bed. “I want to see you.” She softly asks of him, her hands at the hem of his basic black shirt.
A nod and a shedding of his layers commenced on her suggestion as she gets to see the breadth of him for what felt like the first time. The first time her body could react how it wished. He could see her hips twitch, her nipples harden at the sight of him. He was not a shy man and stood at attention for her to trace her fingers along his masculine lines as he held her.
“My god look at you.” She whispers, kissing his barrel chest. Hands feeling greedy as they explored the breadth of his shoulders, the musculature of his ass and thighs. She felt the need to please him, falling into a role she hadn’t expected and one she never got to play. She wanted to serve him. Moving to her knees he doesn’t stop her, letting her do as she pleased. He wasn’t one to judge how she wanted to feel like a woman. As she explored below his hips with a nuzzling of her face into his hair and skin the last thing he wanted was for her to stop.
As she always had, she touched him with care. Gentle hands stroked his length and cupped his balls, a hiss of pleasure from the mask as she took him into her mouth. Her soft lips and tongue worked against him hungrily. Small sounds escaping her as she sucked and licked him into her mouth and throat that told him she needed him there. He didn’t feel any need to be harsh with her, his hands only pushing back her hair to see her face, meet her eyes when they opened as she caught her breath. The steady audible breathing from the mask all the while. She could’ve stayed and worshipped him on her knees to completion but she withheld. She rose and with a gentle stroke of her hand still on him, she leaves messy kisses with trails of saliva behind them across his chest. “I’ve had my fun, now have yours.” She smiles, chin up to face the dark eyes that bore into her.
His hands lift and toss her to the bed gently as she smiles with soft waves of hair surrounding her face. A blush of happiness in color across her cheeks as he lay by her and teased her with fingers down her stomach.
She put her arm around his thick neck, bringing him close, temple to temple as he began exploring her body. Those strong hands, ones that snapped bones and took lives were gentle against her. She was the exception.
His fingers were large just like the rest of him and proved it as they parted her lips and legs with ease. She wasted no time giving herself over to it. Feeling the cold metal of his mask pressed to her throat where she wished his lips to be. But she had the heat of his skin, that handsome face pressed to her and it was enough to pretend the hiss was simply his breath tickling across her bare skin. With an arching back and open mouth she sighs and calls out his name. He pulled her to him, chest to chest as she grasps at his shoulders, leg over his hip as he kept pressing forward, stretching and stroking and making her feel how she needed, what she could never make herself feel.
“Bane, please. I want you. Let me feel you inside me when I come.” She whines, a tone he never thought he’d heard from her, but keeping her on the edge of orgasm she lets her needful nature show through. Her hands stroke him, already hard from feeling her hot and writhing against him. The call of his name so sweet makes him groan. Had his name ever been moaned in such a way?
With a lift of leg, he enters her fully sheathed and being pulled on top of her by her strong arms around his neck. Forehead to forehead he fucks her. Two column sized arms she clenches onto, his traps and shoulders daunting, she could reach around him and every bit of that muscle giving her the pressure and push she needed. With every call of his name, every arch of back and squeeze around him he felt closer to coming. Sex was something he did alone and only for the purpose of killing distraction. This was different, this was a connection being made. Something he hadn’t done with anyone else but her. Sex was performative, functional with anyone else. This was something different.
She sang his praises, “Bane, you feel so good. Better than I imagined. And oh how I imagined all these years.” She confesses into his red ears, flushed with effort. His own sounds, wordless carry into her sternum where his mask presses, holding her hips up and using the leverage of his knees to work her body against his. She circled her hips, hands back on the bed to push back onto him. His head hung down and hers back, both more animalistic now, growing only more so.
With clenched teeth and sweat dripping they locked eyes, holding an intensity they both knew the other held, and now it was for each other. She reaches for him and he scoops her up to ride him on his knees and arms around his neck. He lifts her hips and pounds her into him, both gasping the other's name, her's a light and delicate call and his a groaned and desperate warning.
“Bane, please love just… I’m going to come, finish. I want you inside me.” She mewls out with her lips latched to his neck.
He hadn’t expected it, and that was a rare event. Which is why it caught him deep in his gut and forced him to feel every breath she gave him as she came around him. Shaking and trembling, tears squeezed from clenched shut eyes as she felt it all so intensely overtake her. He follows suit, giving her what she asked, as he had always done within reason, and her plea of him was more than reasonable at the moment.
A mix of the two of them, cum, sweat, tears, and friction lay with them in the heap they created on the bed. Now with clear minds and relaxed muscles, they lay together, her kissing his chest and tracing her fingers across old scars. “Would you stay? Can you stay without arousing suspicion?”
“Those that would notice know better than to say anything.”
“Anyone who did would have to answer to my blade.” She chuckles and he feels her snuggle into him. “We are the leaders. They do as we say.” She adds with a tone that tells him she means it.
“Good to see you’re still the Mina I need in battle.”
“I can be the Mina you need in bed as well.” A smile crosses her lips and he pushes back her hair affectionately.
“You are many things to me, Mina. And all are important.” He nods in approval. “Now we rest. We have training in the morning.”
“Yes, sir.” She said playfully, wrapping herself around him and feeling him bare against her as she fell asleep, something she’d never really thought possible.
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Time passes and it’s business as usual. He treats her no different around anyone else.
He calls her to his room one night and gives her the report on his vitals for the new injections. Everything had stabilized and he no longer needed the mask.
She can see his reserved body language as he sits on the edge of the bed. She places the paper down, moving towards him slowly like a frightened animal. She kneels in front of him and puts her hands over his that clasp together between his knees.
“Are you ready to take it off?” She asks with no demand.
“I was no one before it. Will I still hold the same power and fear without it?” He asks her.
She’s touched by his honesty for the concern of how he presented himself, he did have a point. “I believe no matter what you look like or wear you are powerful and worthy to be feared.” He senses no lie in her sweet words. She truly believed in him. “Is it your appearance without it that bothers you?”
“No.” He swings his head. “Such things are of no consequence to me.” He explains. “The mask is a symbol. A character head for a movement, a belief that goes beyond myself. I am not the movement, it will go on after I am gone. But without the mask, I am only a man to them. With it, I am more. It will not be the same without it.”
“No, it will not. But you do not require it any longer for pain.” She shakes her head as she stares into his eyes that had so many thoughts running behind them. ”I do have a proposition.”
“Yes?”
“You can wear it out there... for them. You are Bane and the mask has been as big a part of you as any since your inception. But you are not only who they know. You are who I know as well. Perhaps you can be without it in private? Have it serve as only a mask now. No longer an aid.”
“Is this something you would prefer? As you would be the only one to witness it.”
“I will admit I want to see all of you. In every way. Every incarnation. I have dreamed of kissing your lips and feeling them on my skin.” He feels her words brush against him in a caress as tender as her own.
He nods and furrows his brow, finding her advice to be as solid as it always had been. “I have wondered what you taste like. What the soft flesh of your breasts would feel like under my tongue, between my teeth.” He begins and exhales with a hiss. His hand raises her chin, speaks of her lips as his thumb runs across them, knuckles grazing down her chest to her hardening nipples, her body reacting to him with words alone.
“I want you to know what it feels like too. I want to taste your lips and feel the tongue that commands army’s against mine. I want your breath and sounds unfiltered against my skin. I want us to devour each other with nothing between us.”
Her words of lust encourage them both, a solid thrumming through their veins as their eyes meet and hold boldly, her face set with a confident expression and wanting eyes, lips parted just slightly, begging to be known by his.
“Then I’ll make it so.” He decides, standing and letting his hand trail through her hair as he moves to a mirror on the wall. His strong fingers pull the straps, release the holds and a whisper of air escapes. He suppressed the learned panic from not having it on his face. Usually a sign of immediate and intense pain to follow, but Mina's ingenuity had led him to be able to exist as he was before the mask, something he never thought possible.
He stares at himself, the mask now sat on the tabletop growing cold. His eyes were curious and unafraid. His face as he recalled beneath it, having been shaved recently as the existence of facial hair was cumbersome to him. The same scars were there, the same snare in his lip that split the top one unevenly. White lines around his mouth, his nose still strong and a bit crooked. She waits on the bed for him, letting him have his moment of reflection.
“There’s the face I remember from so many years ago.” She beams as he moves towards her. “The mark of a true warrior. Scars and proof of survival as a man such as you should be.” She raises her hand to touch his face. He simply closes his eyes and doesn’t recoil at the feeling. Never flinching as she touches the unexpected softness, “I cherish mending every scar.” She whispers moving closer. “You’ve only grown more wise, depth in your eyes where fear lay then.”
Her words make him feel secure. He wasn’t a person who needed others to stroke his ego but having the approval of another person he admired as much as Mina felt good.
He opens his eyes again and she hums with content for what she finds there. “And hunger now.” She gives a broad and confident smile to his almost expressionless face. His eyes were always the way to understand him and she was fluent in it. “Tell me, Bane.” Her voice was low and full of clear intent to tempt. “What are you hungry for?” She asks as she removes her top, leaving her uncovered. “What do those lips want now that I’ve given them their freedom?” She challenges as she takes off each article of clothing, confronting him with an unwavering stare. “They can take anything they wish, just like you… your hands… your cock has before.” She touches his body before undressing him as he stands with a devilish glare to meet her precocious one. Stroking him now in her hands, she bites her lip and moans for the hardness she feels. “Let the flesh bleed between your teeth, my love. Take it how you wish. Know what this pussy tastes of as it starves for your touch. Only yours.” She taunts.
Bane has never let a worthy taunt go unanswered, and Mina was the most worthy person to receive his hunger. So he gave it to her. In full.
It’d been so long since she’d sparred with him she’d almost forgotten the speed that accompanied his strength. He had her mouth to his in an instant, hand in her hair to yank back her chin as he licked at her throat, drawing a moan from her. “Mina you minx I’ll eat you alive.” He threatens as they groan into the others mouth, hands fierce on each other as the kisses skip affection and go straight for desperation. Tongues outside of mouths, teeth drawing blood from lips and gnashing continues through the rolling they do on the bed. Nails leave marks on their bodies and they lap away at each other like beasts. He kisses her throat, teeth biting at her shoulders. His eyes rolled back, panting after the sound she emits when he takes her nipple into his mouth with a hard and biting suck. She only pleads for more, pressing his head into her chest.
He leaves a trail of marks down her body, on her thighs before he proves his appetite and takes her into his mouth. She’s left breathless, a starving man between her thighs he is as he laps and sucks and bites. He fucks her with his tongue first, tasting as deeply inside her as he can, a messy display of need as he slurps and grunts into her. His fingers follow, his lips attached to around her clit as they nursed and his tongue worked the sensitive and swollen bud between his teeth and lips. He earned every sound of pain and pleasure he wanted to hear. His enthusiasm is contagious and causes her to cum. He drinks her in, licking her clean before nipping and kissing his way up her body to meet their mouths again.
Only for a second a tender kiss is shared as he aligns himself and begins a brutish pace that her body eagerly welcomes. She was louder than he’d ever heard her as he engulfed her nipples, kissed her mouth and neck and couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch and taste next. The need was relentless, her hot and wet around him, both around his cock and his mouth now as she cried against him. He needed it harder, he needed her conquered and his jaws on her in new places.
He moves her without effort as she’d always fantasized. Turning her over and taking her from behind which made her roar out for him. Holding onto the headboard she braces herself, head knocking from the power and every breath a moan as he pounded into her full strength. His hand held her tightly, feeling her skin began to darken under his fingertips from the force. His mouth moved along her shoulders, as she cried for more from him. Always more.
He bites into her shoulder. She growls out approval and tries to push back onto him but he’s controlling her hips and the sounds were surely echoing around the base of their bodies hitting together. But who gave a fuck?
He yanks her up by her neck, one hand encasing it entirely as he holds her tightly by the hip with the other and pounds into her with his lips at her ears. She heard every breath and felt ever drop of spit on her skin as he groaned her name. He fucked her relentlessly as she came around him, giving it no mind as she yelped and shouted. He kept going, her legs spreading until she was flat on the bed, him with his heavy hands on her back, knees planted to hit into her impossibly deep. She moaned like a banshee for him, deep and guttural as she came again, him hitting and stretching every spot she craved.
He comes with a roar. The weight of him on her back and pressing her into the bed in the most comforting way. She was safe, he had her, she was his. She feels the heat and wet from his mouth in her hair, the lion-like roars now purrs against her skin. He had let out the beast in himself that had felt caged from the mask. He gave her a piece of himself, no one else had ever had, something that would frighten anyone else, and she took it as hungrily and desperately as he gave it. She was his match.
He rises and dips her over, her face with hair plastered with sweat, mouth open and arms already reaching for him. “You are… delicious.” He sighs as he leans in to kiss her again, this time taking his time, lips and tongue soothing and affectionate against one another.
“You are a beast.” She giggles against him. “You are as much of an animal as a man should be, Bane. You are… a force to be reckoned with.” She honors, hands on his cheeks to feel him even as he kissed her neck.
“Do you wish to tame it, Mina? Me?”
“Never.” She sways her head and he kisses up to her temples.
“That is why you are the only one to know him in this way. You’re the only one to ever know him, see him and accept it as it is. A part of me.”
“All parts of you are the ones I want. I’ve known them all. And I fear none because I know them. I know you.”
“You do. You see me now. As I am. As a man. No mask, no Bane, only a man.”
“And it is such a man that makes me feel like a woman.” She whispers against him. “Every part of me, woman and soldier are yours, my love. The only man to earn my heart.”
“And I’ll fight to keep it. I’ll bleed for you and our vision.”
“May the gods have mercy on our enemies, Bane. Because we never will.”
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I know it's kind of a long shot but does anyone remember a Bane fic where the OFC ran into him in the sewers and I think he broke her leg? And then after she healed I think he started training her (unless I'm mixing that up with another one). I believe it was on FF.net.
warnings/tags: smut, minors DNI, DDDNE, puppy play, choking, sweat kink, throat fucking, rough unprotected piv, creampie, sex work, bit of size kink, f!reader
Drink me in
You knew that what you did was out of the ordinary, it wasn’t just sex like with the other clients. But the pay was good, and maybe some sick, twisted part of you enjoyed it deep inside. He was a handsome man, after all.
He called every week, because you were the one who never refused. No matter how strange the request, no matter how late the hour, you always answered. You had everything he searched for, and not just beauty. Your silence when told, your stillness under his hands, your willingness to kneel without a single question. Something more important than beauty: obedience.
You slipped inside his place quietly. Your shoes barely touched the floor before you were on your knees. You didn’t need a command anymore, you knew your role, knew what pleased him, he'd made himself clear the first time.
The floor was cold against your palms as you lowered yourself fully, spine bowed, head ducked. You were a dog at its master’s feet. You didn’t lift your head when you heard him approach, because good dogs don't look at their masters unless they're asked to.
The loud tread of his boots echoed in the room. “Good,” came the muffled rumble of his voice through the mask. “On your knees before I even command it. My little hound knows her place.”
You shivered. His gloved fingers closed around your jaw, tilting your face up so you were forced to look at him. His broad shoulders and hulking chest make you feel impossibly small. You loved feeling that way around him, small, at his feet, like you were insignificant.
From the inner pocket of his coat, he pulled the familiar strip of black leather. The collar. Your collar. You stuck your tongue out obediently, like a panting dog, as he buckled it snugly around your neck. The metal ring at the front clinked as he attached a short leash.
“There,” he rumbled, tugging sharply so you jolted forward onto your hands, your ass swaying up behind you. “My pet. Ready to be used.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered.
He gave the leash another pull, forcing you to crawl forward. You padded on your hands and knees across the floor, thighs rubbing together with each shift. You could feel his eyes burning into you, savoring how quickly you submitted.
“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging you between his legs as he sat back in his heavy chair. “Collared. Crawling. A sweet little beast desperate to please.”
He guided your head to his lap, pressing your cheek to the thick bulge straining against his tactical pants. The hard outline of his cock was unmistakable. You whimpered and nuzzled against it, tongue darting out to lick at the fabric through the seam, just like a dog eager for attention.
“Hungry,” he mocked in that deep, distorted tone, petting the back of your head almost gently, contrasting with his voice. “Always hungry. My pup wants her treat.”
You moaned, nodding frantically, drool wetting the rough fabric as you mouthed him through his pants. His hand tightened in your hair and yanked you back.
“Crawl,” he ordered, pointing to the floor. “On all fours. Present yourself.”
Your body reacted instantly. He never liked to wait. You turned, lowering onto your hands and knees in the open space before him. Back arched, ass up, head down, you wagged it slightly like a tail. Your collar jingled as you panted, a little whimper slipping out of your throat.
“Head up,” he commanded, tugging the leash. His masked gaze moved all over you, and then he tilted his head. “Bark.”
The pull of the leash snapped your hesitation. “W–woof,” you whined softly. The first time you'd barked for him, you'd felt stupid, but now you were so used to it that the sound left your lips naturally.
Bane chuckled. “Pathetic. Again. Louder.”
You barked louder, a sharp, humiliating sound that echoed in the cavernous space.
“Good little hound,” he praised, petting your head roughly. He curled his fingers in your hair, tugging your head to the side so you were forced to look up at him. “On all fours, barking like a bitch for her master. You know your place.”
“Yes, Master,” you panted.
“Sit.”
You scrambled back onto your knees, spine straight, hands resting obediently on your thighs. You opened your mouth and panted like a dog, tongue out, collar gleaming in the light.
Bane tugged the leash taut, tilting your head back until your throat was bared. “Choke for me,” he ordered through the mask.
The leather was already snug, but when Bane wound the leash twice around his fist and pulled it upward, the collar bit hard into your throat. You gasped, your chest straining for air.
“Quiet,” he growled, his voice vibrating in your bones. “A pup does not whine. She submits.”
You whimpered, but the sound got caught in your throat as the pressure grew. The world tunneled at the edges of your vision, and you saw stars sparking behind your eyes. The only thing keeping you upright was his grip on the leash, holding you suspended by the throat like a tethered animal.
“That’s it,” he purred as he watched the way you trembled. “So fragile. So helpless. And yet you do not fight. You stay. Because you know you are mine.”
Your knees scraped against the floor as your body shuddered, your cunt was throbbing with heat even as panic and pleasure mingled in your chest. You tried to gasp, to whimper, but the only thing that escaped your lips was a strangled hiss.
Bane’s hand stroked the top of your head in an almost tender way, like a mockery of comfort. Then came another sharp tug, and your mouth fell open in a silent cry, the tears were streaming down your face. Your body sagged, your vision going white at the edges even more, and then, suddenly, the leash slackened, and the air rushed into your lungs in a gasp, your body convulsing as you gulped for breath.
He didn't give you any time to recover. “Lick me,” he commanded, as he yanked the collar again, guiding your mouth down his torso. You obeyed, dragging your tongue all over his muscled abdomen, lapping at the sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. The taste was salty, and it felt familiar after tasting it so many times before. You whimpered into his flesh, licking his body harder, sucking at the dampness along his chest, his ribs, his abs.
“That’s it,” he rumbled with approval, spreading his arms and letting his coat fall to the floor, as though offering himself to you. “Drink me in. My hound craves even my sweat. A loyal beast.”
You pressed your mouth to the curve of his pec, sucking the sweat from his skin, moaning at the flavor. His hand fisted in your hair, forcing your face against him, smearing your tongue across the trail of perspiration running down his chest. You sucked at the slickness like it was nectar, slurping greedily as though you were starved.
“You whine like a dog lapping from a bowl,” he tightened the leash again so you could hardly swallow. “So eager to have every drop I give you.”
You nodded frantically with your mouth glued to his chest, sucking the sweat from his skin, leaving wet streaks where your tongue had traced.
“Yes, Master,” you whimpered, the collar was making your words come out broken and breathless. “I’d drink anything you give me.”
He shoved your face higher, toward the damp hollow of his underarm. “You want to please me?” His voice dropped to a dark growl. “Then bury your tongue where I command.”
The musky tang of sweat filled your nose before your tongue even touched him. Still, you obeyed, pressing into the hot curve of his armpit, licking up the wetness clinging to the hair there. The taste was bitter, and it made you moan louder, lapping and sucking like an animal.
Bane laughed low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. “Pathetic. My little mutt licks even the filth of my body and begs for more. Do you love it?”
“Yes, Master,” you gasped between licks, drool mixing with sweat as you sucked the hollow clean. “I love your taste, I love it, please—”
He pulled you away sharply, strands of spit and sweat clinging to your mouth. “Then prove it,” he growled. “Suck my cock until you choke. Drink me as you drink my sweat.”
Bane stood, towering over you, and unfastened his pants. His cock was as thick as the rest of his body, already hard, and you felt your cunt throb at the sight of it.
You opened your mouth instantly, and his cock filled you in one brutal thrust. The collar was still too tight, the leash was yanking your head in place, so you couldn’t move, only gag and drool as he fucked your throat.
Every slam of his hips forced tears from your eyes, spit spilling down your chin, your throat clenching helplessly around him. He kept you there, grinding deeper, groaning through the mask. Your nails clawed at the floor, your body was trembling as his cock battered the back of your throat. The collar cut off what little breath you could take between thrusts, leaving your lungs burning and your head dizzy.
You clawed at his thighs weakly, half in desperation, half in worship. Still, you moaned around him, sucking greedily, throat convulsing to swallow him down. Until he finally had enough of watching you choke on his cock.
“Good,” he hummed, yanking you away from his member and taking a few steps back, putting distance between you so he could take in the sight of you on your knees for him. “Now beg. Hands up.”
Your cheeks burned as you raised your hands like paws, curling your wrists in. “Please, Master,” you whimpered. “Please touch me. Please use me. I’m your good puppy, I’ll do anything you want.”
He growled, a sound coming from his chest, clearly pleased with the way you always obliged. He tugged the leash, pulling you forward onto all fours again.
“Crawl,” he ordered. “Heel at my side.”
You kept your head bowed, crawling slowly across the room. Each tug of the leash guided you closer to his leg, like a well-trained dog. You whined softly, rubbing your thighs together purposefully now, your cunt dripping onto the floor with each shift of your knees.
“Such a loyal bitch,” he taunted, glancing down at you. “On my command, you sit. You beg. You bark. All to please me. Say it.”
“I’m your bitch, Master,” you moaned, crawling faster to finally be in front of him. “I’m your pet, I’ll do anything you say!”
Once you were kneeling at his feet again, he tugged the leash so hard that you nearly toppled. “Present.”
You scrambled into the position you knew he wanted you in without any hesitation. You arched your back, raised your ass high, keeping your chest pressed to the floor, whining like a needy pup in heat. Because puppies like you always get fucked from behind, not on missionary, not riding his master.
“Spread for me, little bitch,” he growled.
You scrambled to obey, and you parted your knees wide to offer him your cunt, until you were open for him, dripping down your thighs. Bane stood behind you, towering over your small body, as he knelt down, gripping your hips in his massive hands, and you felt the head of his cock pressing between your folds, parting them, tapping his tip against your swollen clit just to watch you squirm.
“Bark,” he growled.
Your voice cracked, but you obeyed, you knew better than to make master mad. “W–woof!”
And then he slammed into you, his cock filled you to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out, barking again as he commanded, but your voice broke into moans as he fucked you hard from behind. Your body was stretched around him, your tight hole was greedily swallowing every inch of his big member. He gave you no time to adjust. Bane never did, he thrusted mercilessly into you from the start. He slammed his cock deep with every stroke, making the collar bite into your throat.
“Louder,” he snarled, giving you a thrust that felt like being punished. Every time with him was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
“Woof— ahh— woof— Master!” you sobbed, dripping more drool onto the floor as he continued to fuck you raw. The sound of his hips colliding with your ass filled the room, mixing with your shameless whimpers. Bane didn't fuck slow, he didn't know about gentle. This was the only way he could ever give it to you, the only way he craved it.
“That’s my mutt,” he groaned. “Moaning, whining, barking like the filthy pup she is while I rut her, it’s all you’re good for.”
You couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, the only thing you could do was obey him, bark, whine, and drool. You were tail-wagging with your ass as he pounded again and again into you, and the humiliation of being his pet only drove you higher. Part of you craved like nothing else the way he treated you, and the proof of it was how tight your cunt squeezed him, clenching more and more every second. Nobody had ever fucked you like Bane, nobody could make you feel like him.
“Such a tight hole,” he said. “Taking me like the obedient pup you are. Mine.” Every tug on the leash forced your head back, exposing your throat like a submissive animal. You moaned louder, and Bane could feel the way your cunt was clenching around him, desperate to please him. “That’s it. Whine for me. Beg for your master’s cock. Show me what a good bitch you can be.”
“I’m— I’m your good bitch, Master!” you cried. “Your puppy! Please, please don’t stop!”
He laughed darkly as his pace grew even rougher. His cock was battering your cervix until the tears blurred your vision, until you finally came on his cock. Your climax ripped through you fast, making your entire body convulse as you wailed for him. But even then, he held you through it, forcing you to ride your orgasm on his cock, not slowing down for a second.
It only took a handful of brutal thrusts for him to cum. His hot release spilled deep inside you, filling you until it leaked down your thighs. It was so much, the warmth of his cum invaded your insides, painting them and marking you as his.
You collapsed against the floor, still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. The collar dug into your neck like a mark of ownership you couldn’t ignore, and Bane crouched beside you, stroking your hair almost tenderly with his fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “My loyal pup. You will return next week.”
And you knew that, just like every week, you would.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first Kinktober fic!!! Also, my first time writing for Bane😌 Most fics this month will probably be around this length, if you were wondering. Pretty much straight to the point.
By the way, whatever time it is in your country when I post this, will be the time I upload all my Kinktober fics throughout the month. If you’re in Europe, it might already be October 2nd, but over here it’s still the 1st, so yeah, just trying to ignore the anxiety of being out of sync with half the world because of time zones.
Next Bane fic it’s gonna be a sweet one (kinky, cause it’s still Kinktober) but with a softer side of him for those who prefer it. Thank you so much for reading and supporting me, love you guys soooo much🫶🏻🩷
