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Jay Arr - John Daggett x Reader (The Dark Knight Rises)

GIF CREDIT: X (okay the original source doesn’t exist.)

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A kinda crossover between TDKR and Birds of Prey.

Author’s Note: Ages and ages and ages ago @mandy23b reblogged the above gif set, and I said it’d inspired a part 4 of my ‘If I Didn’t Know Better’ series. And then... never gave you all a part 4. Mostly because in the end I didn’t think the mood of the GIF matched the mood of my series. I was further inspired to write ‘Dress’ but, again, it wasn’t appropriate. Then I was clearing out an old discord server and found an old chat in which a scenario was written about discovering Daggett’s middle name. I took that, and have thus adapted it into the below.

THEN I watched Bird of Prey and BAM-! this hit. And its 50/50 movie/badass soundtrack BUT, this was born, and I got to use that gif, finally! 😁 Enjoy, my darlings 💙😘💜

Disclaimer: TDKR nothing to do with me / gifs & lyrics and the usual not mine.

Premise: Finding out his middle name seems like an easy enough task. You should know better.

Words: 3285

Warnings: swearing / sexual connotations

You waltzed into his office with a bunch of mail; “All of this came for you again - I really wish you would stop having your mail sent to my house, it’s quite annoying... why do you do it!?” “It’s a good address.” Neither of you were going for a customary greeting this morning. He wasn’t even about to rebuke you with a sarcastic ‘hello’. You scoffed “Wait, what? Don’t tell me you’re trying to give the illusion that you have a place in a fancy location? What can be fancier than this house?!” “One of the most sought-after locations in Gotham City, my dear.” “Rather than what...?” You looked around “One of the most sought-after houses in Gotham? Was this not enough for you-!?” He smiled, but didn’t look up from his work; “What industry am I in, pray tell?” “Property.” You sighed, folding your arms. Well, 90% of the time, but you were sure he didn’t want you to get technical with everything else Daggett Enterprises did. John clicked his tongue, “Precisely.” “So you want people to think you own the building?” “The illusion always helps.” You shook your head, looking back to the mail, your apartment was nice sure - but it wasn’t this place. Who cares how people would view the fanciness of the location? But, presentation and perception always was everything to Daggett. “I know you too well J. R. Daggett... Hey, what does the R even stand for?! I’ve never seen that before...” That was true. You’d seen J. Daggett a bunch of times (sometimes with his last name spelled wrong) but never the R. It had occurred to you that he may not even have a middle name but apparently he did. “Ahhh...” He leant back in his chair, staring at you, “I could tell you that, but then I’d have to kill you.” “Mmm... I’m sure I have ways of making you talk...” Daggett’s smirk was delightful. “As am I, but not about that.” You gave a shrug as if you would drop the subject, which of course you would not be doing, and dropped the mail off on his desk. He thanked you with a blown kiss, to which you let him know he’d have to do better - Daggett reached for your hand instead, but you allowed his fingers to slip from yours as you crossed the room. “John, I’m working!” Even though your voice was teasing, and you knew he’d continue to watch you. True, you worked for him; as something akin to a bodyguard, you supposed. Not in the same capacity that Philip was - you were trusted with the bigger more covert operations, rather than what’d you’d call ‘lacky work’, if John asked you to drive him anywhere he knew he’d get slapped – but if he needed someone on the other side of Gotham City taken care of discreetly, he’d send you. You also liked doing some of his business work for him on occasion, running contracts around town and picking things up – usually proof reading for him and triple checking everything sent over by his accountants. Oh, you trusted them, but if anything was out of place you’d rather catch it and send it back for them to correct, rather than have Daggett yell about it when he found it himself. You bent over to slip out of your heels, and heard his groan from behind you, smirking to yourself: “You really are so predictable, darling.” You supposed you looked even better today, in your short suit. “I don’t really care…” Was his breathed response, as you stood and turned back to him again. “If you want it, you gotta come get it.” “Were I not incapacitated with mail…” He nodded to the pile you’d left and you laughed, “Uh huh. I see.” You weren’t sure it was a relationship – you weren’t exactly calling yourself his girlfriend. You refused to entertain the implication that he was paying you (and well!) for your services, and that this was just one of those. Surely not; neither of you were seeing anyone else. It was comfortable – and you cared about him at least. You weren’t sure it was love yet, but you weren’t ruling it out either. You were happy to see that there was in fact a contract for you to proof read and you hadn’t come all the way out here for nothing – delivering his mail certainly didn’t help. “You hear they’re all still looking for the Bertinelli diamond?” “You interested?” If he was going to ask you to try and find it, you’d rather John just say it. You flipped through the contract to find the corresponding number and went to open his filing cabinet to find your redlined copy: hopefully it’d all line up. “It’s interesting.” “So you don’t want it?” “Everyone that does winds up dead, so no.” “Good.” “Your conversation is lacking today.” “Just sounds like hard work I don’t need to involve myself in, to me.” Plus you didn’t want to end up dead. You slid the contract out and then paused, before you closed the draw: didn’t he keep his passport in here? For business trips and such? You opted to keep him talking, sliding the top draw open as silently as possible “Who’s the interested party?” “Roman Sionis.” “Roman? That sounds messy… not something I’d want to be involved in…” You searched through the files carefully, AHA!, as you pulled it out. “Yeah, I’d ag- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” “If you won’t tell me,” You waved his passport around, “I’ll just find out myself.” That got him out of his seat, “Put. That. Back.” “If you want it…” You smirked again, repeating yourself, “Come get it.” You probably didn’t expect John to be as quick off the mark as he was, and you were glad of being out of your heels (not that you weren’t fast in them), as you had to skid around the table and run around the outside of his office, taking a breather at his desk – clutching the little booklet for dear life. What was it he didn’t want you to know? It couldn’t have been that bad! Daggett, however, not blessed with young legs and the ability to apply the brakes quickly, slammed hard into the coffee table. “Ow-!” He turned back to you, not letting the pain show on his face, and you backed up a few paces, “Y/N. Get back here.” You looked cautiously around the room – where best to move… John was already unimpressed, a look of thunder on his face, he began stalking towards you – you inched around his desk to avoid him, though couldn’t help smiling – teasing Daggett was just plain fun. “I see that you’re not incapacitated with your mail now-!” “Shut up, and give it back.” “No.” “Y/N!” “All you have to do is let me see it!” Your face softened a little, “I won’t tell a soul! I won’t even laugh.” “No!” “Oh, come on…” “There’s no way on Earth I am letting YOU see it.” “Well… I’ll have to see it eventually.” Daggett almost stifled another laugh, “How do you know?” You shrugged, “If I have to book travel.” “You don’t think there’s a reason you don’t do that already.” You paused, and then conceded – good point, not one you’d thought of. He ran at you again, this time catching your wrist and forcing you to turn back. It was the wrong wrist and you held the passport away. “Please…!” If he wasn’t going to play, maybe he’d respond well to begging? He held his other hand out, teeth gritted, “I won’t ask again.” You looked hard from his face to his fingers – curling themselves tightly around your arm. Daggett promptly let go; but you realised that he had you pinned back against his desk. “Then don’t.” Without his hands on you, you could pull him to you by his tie, one harsh breath stealing kiss later and you had the situation flipped, and Daggett pinned to his own desk, “Just let me read it, John, quick and painless.” “Bullshit. I can’t have you knowing that.” Then he raised his hand, “Besides-!” Somehow he’d used your own kiss against you and swiped it back. “You’re kidding!? How’d you-!?” “I like watching you. I picked up a few things.” “Oh? You like watching me?” You pushed him further against his desk, tie still tangled in your fingers. You pulled the knot so it loosened, pushing your body purposefully up against his and rolling your hips. His moan might have been quiet but it was still audible, “I can give you a good angle to do that from.” “You’re not getting it back.” Although his voice was husky, and as you kissed him this time you made sure to nip his bottom lip. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Don’t make me fight you for it.” This time Daggett grabbed your hands, growling, “Remember who you belong to.” You narrowed your eyes, “Careful, John. I’m your employee, but you don’t own me. Not even like this.” You pulled your hands back from him and he conceded to your warning with an apologetic look. Satisfied, you stepped forward again and kissed him, one hand travelling over his chest to loop around his neck, and the other reaching backwards to try to reclaim the small booklet. Daggett was having none of it, still able to keep it out of your reach. You pulled back, huffing, and as you were never one to give up, decided to play dirty. Play him at his own game – it was time John Daggett got a taste of his own medicine (and you got to find out that middle name!). You withdrew the hand you were currently reaching with, instead focusing on his suit and he made little to no protest at you undoing his belt buckle; lips still on his. All whilst making sure he was still forced up against his desk. As your hands moved to his zipper you ground your hips teasingly back into his, to which you received a stifled moan for your effort, inviting him to undo your own. John didn’t need asking twice, hands on your waist line as he shimmied your shorts from your hips grabbing handfuls of your ass. That was predictable, and more than likely that passport would be soon forgotten. You had no trouble pushing Daggett to lie back on his desk, already looking a little dazed and elated about the idea of this happening in his office. Why had this never happened in his office? Maybe because he was usually the one taking the lead and you’d have to think about someone walking in any minute. With you on top of him you hardly cared. Let them walk in, let them see what I can do to him… You straddled him, undoing the buttons of your waistcoat and shirt you let those and your jacket fall to the floor, Daggett groaned again as he stared at you. You were in nice translucent lace today – you’d bet he’d like that. You kissed him again, teasing him as you slid your pants off and pulled his boxers down. You didn’t need to bother taking his shirt and jacket off, but you wanted that tie. You took John’s hands in yours and rested them on your waist, with a small wink. “Don’t lose track of your passport now…” He glared at you but as he opened his mouth to snap back all he could do was moan loudly, head tipped back as you lined yourself up and lowered onto him. You chuckled, placing your hands over his on your hips – his grip was so tight, which was fine, you always liked him getting rough with you. “You okay?” “Mhm.” His little smirk was back, “Damn, you always look good on top of me.” “Well, I’m staying here. Winner gets your passport.” “You can pry that from my-” John groaned again, eyes squeezed shut as you moved, just once, but harsh and enough. “Careful, babe, I’m in control now.” *** You straightened up after your last kiss, both panting heavily, triumphant. You fanned yourself with his passport, and half expected for Daggett to grab it back. It surprised you that he didn’t, so you tilted your head – maybe he was waiting for you to let your guard down. You had been playful in getting it back from him, but he didn’t put up even too much of a fight then, far more absorbed in your sex. Daggett put his hands up, admitting defeat; “Yeah okay. Fair and square.” You couldn’t help but smile, leaning forward to kiss him again, this time John’s hands followed you, keeping hold of his tie around your neck. Guess that made you doubly triumphant. You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see when you opened it to the photo page and your eyebrow raised, causing him to place one hand over his face. “Roland?! Okay I get it.” “EXACTLY!” His voice was pained. And you vowed silently to never mention it again, at least until you felt like annoying or embarrassing him. But then only in your private moments together. This was an award – not many knew about this; you weren’t about to spill that kind of secret when you’d worked so hard for it. You smiled, grazing your lips to his, “Don’t worry, you’ll always be just John to me.” Snapping his passport shut you set it to one side on his desk; case closed. Once you’d caught your breath back, you slipped from the desk and to the floor, unpinning him from under you. It took him another minute to sit up properly, and pull his pants back on – watching you collect your own from the floor. You weren’t shy about putting on as much of a show redressing, although John grabbed your hips and turned you back towards him before you’d pulled on your shorts, placing his hands on your waist deliberately so buttoning your shirt and waistcoat back would be difficult. “What?” He surveyed your body for a moment, “Nothing.” “Then you’re not getting any of my work done by staring, are you?” Although you allowed him to catch your lips in a short kiss. “Maybe I don’t want to… You can do that whenever, right?” His hands ran back to your ass, pulling you closer. “If you want to pay me overtime?” You grinned drawing him to your lips once more, “Now may I get dressed?” “Can I have my tie back?” He unfurled it from around your neck. “Oh. I suppose.” You slipped from his arms as he took it back, and then stepped out of his reach as you pulled your shorts on, neatening your hair you crossed the room to the contract you’d left on the table, the real reason you were supposed to be here. John was more than just a little pouty as you turned back to him, but you couldn’t help but smirk a little – he wanted you to entertain him; you weren’t about to. “Don’t you have mail to open?” He huffed, rolling his eyes and finally standing, sifting through the mail for what was most important – but he didn’t sit back at his desk for a little while, wandering around the room. You would have asked, only that was exactly what John wanted. You knew this man better than he thought you did; but that was because you did your job properly – you needed to know him inside out. Because hell, if sometimes you didn’t need to protect him from his own big mouth. The ego on this man… You’d just about finished the contract when John cleared his throat, now back at his desk, there was a briefcase sitting upon it. He tapped it nonchalantly: “Speaking of Roman Sionis...” You raised your eyebrow, closing the contract you walked back to his desk, slipping back into your heels. “Sign.” “It’s clear?” “Mhm. You can read it. But it’s good to go.” John nodded, before looking pointedly from you to the case. You sighed, “You want me to go to Roman’s club?” “Yes. Do the deal, come straight back - what do I pay you for?” You weren’t sure if that was a trick question; “... ME?” If you were getting technical you were contracted for security; everything else was kind of secondary. “Do you want me to mention this damn diamond?” Was that his real reason for sending you? “What’s wrong with that?” He blinked against your question, “No, I was being serious!” You looked down at your clothing, you’d certainly need to neaten yourself up. Roman’s scathing comments were one thing, but he was capable of much worse for far less. “Think I might need my tie pin for professionalism.” On days where you opted to wear a tie, you liked to hold it in place with a tie pin John had gifted you; Daggett Enterprises engraved in cursive across the gold plate; your initials on the inside. “More like the hidden blade.” Okay, so maybe you’d modified it into a weapon yourself – but it was easy to conceal and no one would suspect such a little thing to be so lethal. It at least made you feel safe at some of his dodgier business dealings. “Well I don’t think he’s gonna let me take my gun in!” You scoffed, folding your arms. “You won’t need them, I promise. What would I do without you?” He stood holding the case out to you, you were tentative, but realised you’d have no choice, and took it from him delicately. Daggett placed his fingers under your chin and coaxed you to his lips once more. “Okay. Good… Can I stay to watch Dinah sing?” He smiled and gave you a nod, “You may.” “Thank you.” You tipped your head, half curious and half worried: “What if I don’t come back?!” “All the paperwork and everything is in there. You’ll be fine.” “I don’t trust him. I don’t like you working with him.” And you were serious. The sooner these two finished business with each other wouldn’t be soon enough for your liking. Even if you did get to see her sing every time you frequented the club. That was very nearly worth it. But it was hard to focus on her sometimes when you had to worry about him… “Y/N. Just. Do what I tell you. Go.” John was clearly exasperated, just wanting you to go deliver the case, no questions asked. He should have known better. You narrowed your eyes at him and read it all over his face: Ah! Shit, that was a bad choice of words! You held the case behind you, stepping up to him, eyes searching Daggett’s your voice was still calm as you breathed your threat sweetly: “You better be ready to be tied up by your own tie when I get back. Sir.”

#John Daggett #Ben Mendelsohn #The Dark Knight Rises #So for those that don't know... apparently our John Daggett is a version of the character Roland Daggett #and thus this scenario was born in the discord chat #Carina #I'll probably write for them again because i kinda have fallen in love with all my ideas for her and the way she looks in my head #Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #Shout out to the Eurovision 2010 soundtrack!#There are some bops on this one!#John Daggett x Reader #177 #Carina is a bisexual disaster 100%#John's personality in my fics it fixed - he ain't changing!

So, do we just pretend that most of season 8 didn't happen?

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the last thing is from this scene :B

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Ben Mendelsohn as John Daggett in The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

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Dress - John Daggett x Reader (The Dark Knight Rises)

GIF Credit: X

Author’s Note: Full disclosure, I knew I wanted to do a part 4... But... I really... struggle to find the inspiration for it. And I wanted to do THIS but then wasn’t sure what to do. Then in the same day I did some scrolling and found a little gem post, and was accosted by a new Daggett gif set. SO. Here we are my lovelies! Let’s throw this under the category: “Mendo sugar babies unite”

Disclaimer: TDKR characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine

Premise: You know there is only one reason Daggett would ever give you his card. It isn’t about seeing you in the dress, it’s about having that dress on his bedroom floor...

Words: 2832

Warnings: Sexual Pre-Amble / Sexual Connotations / Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby

He chuckled again, this time a deeper throatier sound; “That’s a good girl... that’s my good girl...” Before he pulled you back to him for a real kiss, harsh and dominating; no matter what you did Daggett would always make you surrender that power to him. Hands sliding to the revealing fabric he pulled back from kissing you, pushing his hips forward to put room between your body and his - it was no secret he wanted to enjoy the view. John’s hands moved slow, as he removed the fabric from your skin inch by inch. You wanted this dress off as bad as he did, and you knew this was as much to tease you, as it was a turn on for him. “Oh... baby...” He didn’t even attempt to hide the lust in his voice as the dress fell from your shoulders, revealing the straps of your bralette - crossing over in a variety of colours; standing out against the black. The fabric as sheer as the dress was. Your voice could barely be raised above a whisper as you watched him with anticipation; “Do you like it?” “Like it?” He repeated, with a smirk, “Oh, baby, if only you knew how much...” Daggett mixed that growl with just the edge of a tease - you couldn’t help but moan softly at. John’s hands continued wandering as he pulled the dress down further - and every time his fingertips graced your skin you shivered in obvious delight. As he pushed you back down towards his knee in order to let the dress fall completely to the floor, his fingers keep your hips down – and the contact friction was enough to make you cry out. Half in surprise at the motion, as you reached out to steady yourself against his shoulders – shock of pleasure running through you. This was exactly what Daggett wanted, and he vocalised as such. You wondered if you’d ever get tired of him saying things like That’s my girl… But when he purred them the way he did, and his lips touched your neck, so soft and yet so sinful, you wondered how you possibly could. The fabric even teased him with the way it finally fell away from your body; underwear in the same sheer black and rainbow criss-crossed stripes. All a little too much, all exactly what he wanted. And your heels – damn, maybe later tonight he’d let you step on him in those… Daggett liked it when you were a little more feisty with him, especially when he asked you to be. For now however, you were at his mercy, and he laughed quietly. “Oh… baby, you’re gorgeous…” John ran his hands smoothly across your thighs, parting your legs a little more across his – he stopped just short of your lingerie, blue eyes intense. “And all for me…” it wasn’t a question, but a statement. And he leant in again to brush his lips to yours, and his hands followed his movement, brushing his thumbs over your underwear – even though you knew it was going to happen it still caused you to jerk and you groaned against his lips, his hands continued the travel – he wasn’t allowing you to have any more than that. “You are mine.” When he pulled back his voice was clear and commanding – his eyes icy. Jealousy. Not of anyone in particular – but probably of anyone. “…I know…” You whispered, “I want to be.”

#John Daggett #John Daggett x Reader #Daggett #Daggett x Reader #Ben Mendelsohn #The Dark Knight Rises #Mendo Sugar Babies Unite #You all been waiting for this man I know #And the use of this song - some of ya ;)#I really don't know how long this has been in my drafts. but Ned is still stacking me up at the bottom and I feel so sorry for him.#but this is the next fic up... so geez...#The last time I wrote for Daggett he was fic 34.#We're at 110+ now #It's been a while but he came BACK #and I think that's maybe the important part #I know you probably wanted some real smut but you can have this-!#One day I'm gonna write for him and he's not gonna be a total sleeze.#Today isn't that day. Apparently this is just how he is now.#Heres a quiz - who is worse him or dave?#Like I know what the answer /should/ be but then I look at my writing and it tells a different story #121 #* So to edit myself we're now at 120+#How'd we get to 120? I never thought we were getting passed 1!#edit word count less than original word count on here? Wow. Some of that was needless then as I added some #That's literally never happened i love it.

Hungover in a Hotel Room - John Daggett x Reader (The Dark Knight Rises)

Finale to: If I Didn’t Know Better & Nothing On But The Stars

GIF CREDIT: @ingmarbergmanz Honestly don’t know what I’d do without your Daggett GIFs...

Author’s Note: All ya’ll need is this; Hungover in a Hotel Room - Luke Bryan In advance, you’re welcome... @3134045126 @stcphstrange @mfolcore I hope this was worth the THREE week wait from Part.2 😉😉

Premise: You accept his AGM Party invitation... But Daggett wants to invite you into a lot more than that... This was never going to be a one night thing... Disclaimer: Daggett is not mine. The more I write him, the more I wish he was... This is made up of like... Secretary... Head Canon... Canon lines... Hotel Room signs... I mean, I couldn’t really have asked for any more ammo than I got! I hope it was all worth it! Words: 7403 Warnings: sex / sub-dom tones / denial (of pretty much everything) / oral / #TheWorks

You looked up to the event building with a smirk, wondering if Daggett had built this one too, your heels striking against the stone steps. He’d already ployed you with thinking the hotels were built by him, and his list of construction companies seemed endless as you scrolled through his account on your computer, so it wouldn’t surprise you in the least… Your dress, off shoulder, trailed behind you; you felt like you were appearing at an award ceremony. The invitation didn’t have a set time to arrive. You’d given it about an hour to get going before arriving. It meant making John Daggett wait. He had invited you because he’d so badly wanted to see you. You could only think of the best response being to make him wait for you. You handed your invite over and swept into the room. Wondering how many people you could count off from the echelons of Gotham society. It wasn’t a place you knew well, but you knew the people from his company that would visit you. It wasn’t too hard to find them either. And they greeted you warmly enough; you weren’t about to tell them that you’d been invited. OH No – You just happened to be in town! At the office! That’s right! Would you come down to Daggett Enterprises?! Hahahaha…. You laughed that one off. Walking around with your expensive glass of champagne you admired the architecture, and artwork that littered the building. That was when Daggett caught you up. The way he swept around you nonchalantly – you smirked at the way he got too close. “Do you get some kind of pleasure out of making me wait for you…?” You smirked again, into your glass, as you took a sip; “No. But I think you do…” He swept his eyes over you, impressed, and bit his lip “Do I get to take that dress off you tonight?” Your heart lurched but you held your nerve; “Depends. Do I get to take that suit off of you?” “Touché…” His eyes swept over the crowd to make sure you’d be alone for a little longer; “...So what do you think?" He meant you were supposed to be impressed with the party. But, you had other ideas. "I think your investment in Rykin Data was a mistake." That stopped the smirk on his face, he didn’t want to talk business. But you were at a party for his company so why not? "Oh. Do you? Why’s that?" "You've had it months. It cost you millions. You've nothing to show for it." "And how do you know?" "It's my job to know. I have to stare at those figures every day..." "So you're here to discredit all my investments? Tell me everything I'm doing is a bad idea?" "No. But that's my job…" John opened his mouth to say something clearly sarcastic, but was cut off; “Y/N!” He sighed, clearly unimpressed that someone else from his company had the nerve to come talk to you “…Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!” You turned, with a smile, “Caleb! Yeah-! I was in town… So…” You almost missed the way John rolled his eyes; yeah alright so he knew. That didn’t mean, surely, that he wanted everyone to know that he’d invited you? You kept talking, with Daggett getting more and more exasperated every single time Caleb decided he had something else to say. You decided to add fuel to the fire. “If you gentlemen will excuse me…” Daggett’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe you would just walk away from him, but rounding Caleb and keeping your eyes locked with his you winked. You wanted him to wait for you. And you wanted him to hate every second.

John traced his fingertips up the back of your dress and you ached for him to be touching your skin instead. The elevator arrived, and suddenly he grabbed you, turning you around, you gasped as he slammed you into the back. "What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how you make me feel? Talking to all those other men? It's my account you're working on don't forget that… Then you have the nerve to embarrass me by telling me that I've wasted my money on Rykin Data??" Oh. So he was jealous and mad at you for nothing. "Well it wa-" you didn't get your sentence out before he crashed his lips roughly onto yours. It caused you to groan, but the kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you needed it to. He let you go, glaring at you; "Sorry I didn't catch that." "I'm sorry." He stepped backwards and set the lift so it would stop at one floor and one floor only. Then he rounded on you again, "Sorry? You think that's good enough?" He made your heart jump in your chest "I won't do it again." Daggett smiled, placing his hands back on you "That's a good girl... Now I want you to behave for the rest of the night do you understand?" His lips ghosted yours and you could barely resist the whine. You craved more than that and he knew it. "Yes." you were almost breathless "Yes, what?" He was staring at you hard again. Oh? What was this? Was he going for some kind of power play? "Yes, Sir." You gave him what he wanted anyway "Good girl." yeah right. You'd be damned if he thought you were going to call him that all evening. You didn't work for him. You weren't his secretary! ** He kept behind you all the way to room 704… Just close enough to send tension running through you, but far enough away that it made your body throb in agony. Your anticipation for the evening was barely sated by ONE kiss in an elevator. In fact, that entire interaction promised so much. You stopped outside the room and held the key card delicately between your fingers. He placed his hand over yours; close enough now for you to feel his breath on the back of your neck. Your skin tingled; the shake running your body wasn’t of fear… It wasn’t because you were nervous. It was everything that WASN’T that. The door flashed a tiny green light and you opened it, swallowing hard, because he was still so close… You stepped inside. As before, the room was set up with dimmed lights but every blind was open. The view of the Gotham skyline just as gorgeous as the view of your own had been. You gasped gently, and instinctively walked over to the window. You’d been to Gotham maybe once or twice before… But you’d never seen it like this. You almost forgot the reason you were here as your eyes flicked from building to building; how many of these had Daggett’s construction companies built? You’d read about every single one of them, but you’d never seen them. He got to see his work every single day. And from what he’d said, you were currently standing in another one. He snapped you from your string of thoughts, back so close you could see his reflexion next to yours in the glass; “Impressed?” You could only assume then, that they were nearly all his, “…I read about them so often. I don’t ever see them…” “…Is that a yes?” You smirked, rather than answering his question. Then bit your lip; "Why do you look at her like that? Does she like playing these games too? Or will she not and that's why you have me?” There was a moment of hesitation as it clicked in his mind that you were referring to his secretary. Daggett growled, pushing you up against the glass "Is that what this is to you? A game? Because it sounds more like you’re jealous..." Maybe he was right. Maybe. But you certainly weren’t about to say that “No. Of what?” He wanted back in control, and now."…What if I undressed you here... Where all of Gotham can see you?" You couldn't help but grin; "What, so you can see what it feels like to be jealous too?" That only made you gasp as he pushed you further against the window "Careful." With the way he has you pressed against the glass you can barely breathe, “Don’t test me darling.” His voice held the growl “You won’t come out of it well...” You couldn’t help but let out a breathless groan. And he chuckled so you knew he’d heard it. He released his grip on you enough to afford you breathing room, his hands travel upwards from your thighs, his fingertips gliding with enough pressure to leave your skin tingling under your dress... F***... you swallowed hard. This time he was in control. And you better not question it.

This time he took your wrists in his hands. “Tell me if this is too tight, darling...” If what was too - OH! Suddenly you felt his silk tie wrapping around your wrists. So that was his game. He needed to be in control, and he needed to deny you everything you wanted. He pulled and knotted it; “Is that okay?” You pulled against the restraint. Tight enough so you couldn’t escape, but it wasn’t painful. “Yes...” He turned your face to his and kissed you again gently “Good girl. Now you’re going to do exactly as I say, do you understand.” You didn’t miss a beat “Yes sir.” He smirked, and bit his lip “Mmm... you’re a very good girl, aren’t you?” “...Yes...” He nodded in agreement and swept you off the floor, carrying you to the bed. He was strangely delicate as he lay you on the sheets. And his hands ran tenderly over your skin. That almost juxtaposed everything... You were clearly visibly confused. “Is that comfortable?” His question surprised you, even though his voice still held that authoritative tone. You wiggled gently around for a minute and relaxed; “Yes.” “Good. Because I want you to be comfortable...” Daggett tilted his head, hands still on you soothingly “... You’ve never done anything like this before, am I right?” You shook your head, he knew that. You thought he was asking to be polite. He nodded “Then, Darling, you are going to have to tell me if there is anything you don’t like. Okay? Please stop me... the last thing I want to do is hurt you...” You raised an eyebrow “Don’t we need like... a safe word?” He tipped his head; well he wasn’t aiming to go that far - but then you didn’t know what he was planning so the question was warranted. “Sure. We can have a safe word...” You couldn’t help your tiny smirk “Champagne.” He raised an eyebrow “Champ-” then snorted “Oh. Right-! Yeah... How’d you know I wasn’t about to do that again?” You were observant enough to know the only alcohol bottle in this room was whisky. Your eyes flicked to the table, he followed. “My, my... good and observant...” he turned back to you, leaning in to kiss you gently “I guess you deserve a reward for that my darling...” but he smirked, pulling back “Not yet. Though. Patience is a virtue after all.” Oh f**king come ON Daggett..!!! He stood again and crossed to the table... pouring himself a glass. He better not be thinking of pouring what appeared to be blue label all over you too...! He downed the glass and slid something else off the table, walking back to you. “Tell me. Tell me what it says.” Against the growl in his voice you weren’t really sure you wanted to disobey him, “I’m tied up.” The smirk on his face was lethal “Good girl.” He left you to put it on the door handle “And now the whole world knows it.” He waltzed back and you realised that you once again wouldn’t be taking that suit of his off... probably... He slid himself out of his suit jacket and threw it on the back of a chair. Okay, that was a better start than before... He ran a hand through his near dark hair and knelt up in front of you. His eyes locked on yours and you couldn’t look away. This was it. He was in complete control now, you had a safe word and his express permission to tell him if you didn’t like anything he did... Your breathing hitched slightly, what would happen if you disobeyed him? That thought was sure exciting but... You wanted this. You knew you wanted this. And if you didn’t do as he wanted you too... it was much more likely you wouldn’t get what you wanted.

He was undressed by the time you looked back to his face, and he tipped his head as he placed his hands either side of your waist; “…What?” You decided it was best to not answer that; “Nothing.” He narrowed his eyes slowly, and you knew he didn’t believe you… Leaning forward he kissed you gently “…Noone else matters. If it’s you that I want.” So, he was allowed to say want then. “And it IS you I want… right now.” He dragged your legs down the bed towards his; and you couldn’t help but gasp as he forced your hips to widen for him. This time when moved in you he was rougher. One movement that barely gave you enough time to adjust. And that was purposeful, because of the way you reacted, tipping your head back you moaned and your brain begged your hands to go something… ANYTHING… That knot was damn good by all accounts because at this point you were sure you wouldn’t know your own strength. Daggett watched your reaction more than just satisfied. Placing his hands on your thighs he encouraged you to cross your legs behind his so he could burry himself as deep inside you as possible. That only caused you to moan again. And he waited for you, for your breathing to regulate itself again, for you to accustom yourself to him again. Because you felt so good. Of course you did. He hadn’t doubted that. He had ached for this for months. And there was nothing like the real thing, he didn’t need anyone else, he needed you. You would be the only one who could satisfy him, but only if he could satisfy you. Your body was beyond all sane thought and feeling; it craved him. Every piece of him. And right now it yearned for Daggett to have his way with you however he wanted. No matter how it also wanted you to strain against your bindings, it wanted him to make you senseless. To be louder than you ever had been before. The anticipation of what he was about to do to you was enough to almost send you back over the edge. And you bit your lips together, but that didn’t stop the groan that rose from your chest. F***… And you knew it was loud. And you couldn’t help it and you didn’t CARE. He placed his hands either side of you again, and with his body this close to yours you had to look at him. “J-John…” He hadn’t even moved and you already felt breathless. He gave a shake of his head, “Remember what I said, Darling. There is no fun in finishing you too early…” There was that delightful little smirk again “So don’t you dare.”

“That’s my good girl... my very good girl...Now let me do something for you...” Hadn’t he just?! He ghosted his lips over yours and this time trailed them back down your body, parting your legs even further than they already were. Oh- F*** - again?! John—!! He stopped just at your hips and waited. You could feel his breath against your skin and it tingled. Was he waiting for you to say ok?! Surely not. Or was he simply teasing you again? He wanted you to ask him to do it? You flicked your eyes back to him and his now dark blue eyes were staring back. Yes, he was. “...J-John... please...” your voice was still shaky from your last high. He smirked. Placing one last kiss against your inner thigh... You couldn’t help but become vocal again; F***!! You arched your back. Oh god—! Oh god-! Oh god-! It wasn’t like you hadn’t realised why he’d tied your wrists but... F***!!! You wanted to grab anything... sheets? His hair... Really dig your nails into him but no...! You couldn’t! At least not in a way that would be comfortable. “—John—!!!” You couldn’t help but groan his name. Eyes closed tight in bliss. It wasn’t like you’d never done this before; but this way?!? You were so hyper aware of everything you couldn’t do that you so desperately wanted to do, everything he did was suddenly more intense. And you were barely down let alone relaxed... Was his denial before on purpose? Because it made you so desperate for him to do it, that now he was affording you as much pleasure as possible… One after the other, your body was now so completely at his mercy - and you weren’t so sure you wanted him to be merciful. “John—! Please-!” You were back at the point of asking him to do something, but not being so sure what it was. You knew you wanted more and more and more of him... and if you were truthful right now, you weren’t sure you even cared how you got it... Suddenly you found yourself lacking for air and your body trembled, heat rushing from your head to between your thighs. One thing for sure, whatever he was capable of. Whatever this was... it was giving you the most intense gratification of your life. Geez, why hadn’t anyone else ever tried this??! Why hadn’t you ever asked anyone to try this??! Maybe it was because you would have ever been too shy to ask... This was a specific kind of exploration. It made you glad to think he’d probably done this before. That experience didn’t make you jealous of anyone else... it made you feel safe.

He let you come down gently. Watching the way your breathing regulated itself. How every so often you would almost shiver. He ran his fingertips gently over your legs and stomach - the lightest of touches to let you know he was still there. That he would be patient. Once you were at a point he felt safe to leave you for a moment he kissed your forehead gently “See... That’s my good girl... Catch your breath. Darling. I’ll be back...” You needed to do a whole lot more than catch your breath... Daggett came back with a glass of water; “Do you want me to untie you for a minute? Are you okay? Aches? Pains? Don’t worry about vocalising it, that’s exactly what a safe word is for...” he set the glass down. You rolled your shoulders gently, but shook your head. You felt okay... everything felt okay... you gave a reassuring smile. But by the look on his face that also wasn’t good enough; “Say it. Darling. Out loud.” “Yes. I’m fine.” He gave a nod “Good girl.” He stood to refill his own glass with whisky and came back, “Don’t ever be afraid to say it. There is no other way I’m going to know...” He gathered you in his arms and took the glass. “You sure?” “Yes.” He was glad your voice accompanied the nod. “Ah—! She is a quick learner.” He gave a wink, tipping the glass so you could drink, his other hand caressed, causing another delightful shiver to run your body. The water was just what you needed without you realising it. And you were more than grateful. He set the glass down again, reaching to gently rub your shoulders as you continued to catch your breath. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. I’m aware of your experience, is all... you don’t know what you don’t know...” It felt better with him doing this... but it still wasn’t painful; “Thank you...” His smile was almost gentle “Good, better?” “... Yes sir...” The smile turned to a smirk; “Good girl.” Daggett ran his hands to your wrists to make sure that there weren’t problems there either. And satisfied that you were all set he made sure you finished the glass. Your body was on a new level of high, he knew. And it had much to get used to, things it had probably never done or been subject to before this very moment. The pleasure was as much obvious to him as anything else. But he was more concerned with your body’s reaction to the pain... Would it convert that pain to pleasure or not? He didn’t have any qualms, you seemed to be doing well so far... It was time for him to take it up a notch and see if you still felt the same way. After all, isn’t this what you both wanted? He knew it was amongst the main reasons he’d invited you. He gave you one last gentle kiss before he pulled your legs; you gasped as your back hit the sheets again. Your eyes looked back into his; they were back to that lustful dark blue, and your breath hitched. Now what? How did he manage to switch between the two on the turn of a dime? Why was it so damn sexy? You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting turned on once again and you knew you weren’t the only one by the way he leaned closer, trailing a finger down from your collar bone; “Darling, are you ready for round two?” Wait- what did he just say!?! You’d shot to the galaxy and back twice in quick succession... you were certain that it wouldn’t stop at three...

The fact that he was just as breathless as you made you think that you’d done well for yourself. He kissed your forehead gently. “You ok?” “Yes...” It was about all you could manage, and it was the truth. He wound his arms around you and gently pulled at his tie, undoing it. It was only then that you realised how much your wrists hurt, and they throbbed a little. Daggett took your wrists in his hands and studied the red marks; “S***... That was a little too tight I’m sorry...” He took one in his hands and rubbed it softly, helping circulation set back in; “It’s your first time I should have been more careful…” “You asked if it was too tight. It wasn’t, it was comfortable...” “Still... with you straining and two rounds tied up...” Though he smiled gently, “That’s impressive...” but John knew it was his job to make sure you were okay... His hands moved from your wrists down to your legs, and you winced. Making him sigh again; “I’m sorry...” “Stop being sorry.” “Darling. It is my job to make sure you are safe...” “I had a safe word...” “So you should have used it.” “I didn’t want to.” “Darling I don’t want to hurt you. You have limits... Take this slow. Please...” He kissed your forehead again gently as he continued to soothe you. The skin on your thighs nearly all the way up to your hips was red, and smarted… But to you it still felt so f**king good… And even with Daggett caressing your skin now to work the pain away, you couldn’t help but let out a gentle moan. He wasn’t very good at hiding his tiny smug smirk either. “Stay here a moment... don’t move...” He whispered it against your skin before kissing your shoulder gently. For one he didn’t want you to move until you really had to; your body needed to recover from what you had both just put it through. He grabbed the glass back off the night stand to a soft whine from you; “Come back..!” He chuckled “I will... but I also know you need to hydrate...” You sighed softly watching him walk into the bathroom. It may have been true you’d never done this, and you didn’t know too much about it. But John was obviously eager to explore as much as he could with you if that was what you wanted... You did know a thing or two about what his role was in aftercare... You stretched out, suddenly aware of just how tired your body was. There wasn’t a lot of you that didn’t ache. But some of it was a sweet ache... and you were plenty happy about that. When Daggett returned with the glass you’d already drifted off. He sighed, laughing softly. He wasn’t surprised... you’d just taken a hell of a lot. His one-night proposal back home wouldn’t have adequately prepared you for this. He moved quietly as he placed the glass on your side of the bed with a note “Drink this.” Before he sat for a few minutes with a glass of his own and watched you. He wondered if you’d leave again like last time... So he had to watch you whilst he could... John wasn’t wrong, you were so beautiful... He took you back in his arms gently, and with the minimalist of movements he checked your body for anything else that might need to be called to his attention. Always better to be safe than sorry. You looked fine; Daggett was content he’d dealt with the rest of it. If you did stay then at least he could really make sure your body had made a recovery; or had revealed the extent of the damage... He expected you might have a few bruises....

John Daggett realised how much he must have put you through when he also woke before you. The blinds let enough light through for it to gently fall across your form; he tenderly moved your hair from your face and smiled. He was still right, you were so gorgeous. He wasn’t saying it as a part of his evening; he wasn’t saying anything but the truth. And now he got to see you in soft morning sunlight – He could get used to this. He could get used to waking up next to you… As long as you knew that not every evening had to play out the way the previous one had… As long as you were safe and loved and okay… Daggett was glad you hadn’t woken up and left him yet, as you had before. Because now he got to know exactly what this felt like… He re-wrapped his arms around you and touched his forehead to yours lightly, making sure that you still wouldn’t be able to escape… When you woke up you were enveloped in his arms. It wasn’t a gesture you had really expected from him. John’s eyes were so beautiful in the lighting of the room; and kind. With the way he was watching you… His arms were safe, and warm… You couldn’t help but blush gently and almost giggle. “What..?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t hold the look he was giving you. You shook your head, feeling the blush creep down the rest of your body. You bowed your head and buried your face in your pillow. He chuckled and gathered you to his chest instead “…What? Darling? Tell me…” “…You…” You mumbled, placing your hands so you could feel his heartbeat “…Just… You…” Daggett raised an eyebrow; but you weren’t sure you could so eloquently explain it… From last night to this morning he was being so nice to you. It wasn’t that you didn’t think he was capable; it was just so different to what you’d seen. You realised quickly that it wouldn’t always be like this. He had a side that was like that, that wanted you to be nothing more than completely submissive and powerless to everything he did. But he also had this side… Did that mean, on occasion, Daggett would make love to you? Real love…? Did he expect you to stay, or expect you to leave him? …Did he WANT you to stay? He certainly wanted you to come all the way here to Gotham…

You rolled in John’s arms for a moment to look around the room again; pulling them further around you. He reached for your arms and you let him take your hands in his and he rubbed your wrists gently, still slightly red and sore from his tie. “I’m sorry…Darling I’m sorry… Are you okay…?” You nodded; you were sure… Sure that you were… He nuzzled your face gently in the silence, and kissed your shoulder; "Quit..." "Hmm?" Where did that come from? "Quit your job... Work for me..." "I do work for you." Kinda. "No... Actually... Come work for me..." He ran his fingers through your hair "Move to Gotham..." Now that was a bad idea. “John… I can’t just up and leave…” “Philip can find you something… I’ll find you something… There’s gotta be something you want to do, in all the companies I own.” “Who is gonna look after your account as good as me?” “Who is going to look after ME as good as you.” You rolled back to him, kissing him gently “John… I can’t… I want to stay but…” “Then stay…” He whispered it softly; pulling your body closer to his. His hands running in soothing circles over every part of you that ached. How did he know? You guessed… It was his job to know… Right? If he was going to hurt you, he had to know how to care about you afterwards. “John… I…” “Not forever… Darling just…” His kissed your fingertips “…One more night.” “Hmm?” But he could tell by the look on your face that you were intrigued by the notion of one more night with him, like this… You bit your lip; that stirred something within you already – “Ok.” He laughed; keeping one arm around you he reached over the nightstand and picked up the phone – Oh… “Hello? Yeah, this is John Daggett room 704…” You watched the smirk on his face as he ran his hands through your hair and over your bare shoulders, pressing another kiss to your forehead “…I’d like to book this room for another night, please.” He looked back to you with a wink “…Better make it a late check out too…”

#Ben Mendelsohn #John Daggett #John Daggett x Reader #Daggett x Reader #The Dark Knight Rises #OKAY BUT I LOVE HIM!?!?!#I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM!!!#Its the way I wrote him I know it but I DO!!!#I mean I'd write more but I'm literally at the point where if I do I'm gonna kill him off Geralds Game style...#God this was so good to WRITE #SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING #I need a cold shower rn #Daggett THIRSST!!!#Complex Emotional Plotted Smut #;)#Linzi writes #34

If I Didn’t Know Better - John Daggett x Reader Drabble (The Dark Knight Rises)

I mean, this GIF inspired this one so I don’t really know what to tell ya...

GIF CREDIT: @ingmarbergmanz But this one has been in my folders for like, 5 years so I don’t actually know...

Author’s Note: You know that one time I said to myself that I wasn’t going to write for every Mendo character I’d ever watched...? Well, here we are...! We are in dangerous ‘I might consider posting for Krennic now’ territory... (I say every. There’s about 4 I haven’t. And 2 of those I don’t even remember watching. But I know I watched the movies so...)

Premise: Office Romances were never really your thing. And this one was a bad idea... But you, and he, just couldn’t help it...

Disclaimer: I got you. I don’t got him. damn! Considering a sequel to this... LMK what you think...

Words: 890

Warnings: The whole thing is just sexual tension. L/N = Last Name.

“Ms. L/N, have you been avoiding me?” “I can’t help not being invited…” You indicated for him to sit, but he didn’t… Opting instead to stand over you to look at your screen. “If I had my way you’d be invited everywhere…” Sometimes you wished he wouldn’t talk to you like that… coupled with the way he was now running his hand across your back… You had to regain some semblance of sanity before you opened his account. You knew it would be agony. It always was in the best way. He had you go through every minutia of detail that showed on the account since he was last here. In all, nothing, because he’d been busy with other companies’ and boards – you’d read all the news about Wayne Enterprises and you knew he sat on theirs too. And that wouldn’t be so bad, if he didn’t make you go through it all twice. And that would only be annoying if he wasn’t being Daggett, and he knew damn well what he was doing to you. The way he ran his hands through your hair, caressed your skin, how he got close enough to kiss you but never did, remaining as close as possible to you at all times. Anytime he could make physical contact he did and he knew you craved it. It made you flustered enough to barely get through his account and you dreaded him asking you to do it again. You thought he might continue torturing you for a little longer when he gave you a playful smirk – but it didn’t happen. “Ok. Thank you.” Thank you!? You thought you should be thanking him… He drew himself up to height and tapped your screen. You watched the way his hand inched across the table to yours curiously. How he acted nonchalant about it as he asked you to pull up competitor reports. You flat out refused, you might get hot over him, but you wouldn’t get fired for him. You moved your hand towards his and took the initiative; He watched the way your fingers entwined with his before he finally sat. “Then, do something else for me…” You looked into those seductive blue eyes and knew you were likely done for; “I fly tomorrow…” He placed a plastic card on the table and slid it towards you “Give me one night with you... Just one... Come back with me…” That couldn’t have been anything but to his hotel room. You stared at it for longer than he wanted “We shouldn’t.” “We should.” “No. John…! No that’s-!” “Then tell me you don’t feel the same way.” You opened your mouth, not daring to look back to his face. You couldn’t and he knew it. “Have a drink... Think about it…” You were and it wasn’t helping how hot you already felt; you were starting to wonder what his hands would feel like all over you... What would happen when you really were alone. He could probably read that by the way your breathing hitched. He stood and tapped the key again and his words dripped lust; “Think about me... I’ll be waiting on your decision…Make the right one...” Without another word John Daggett left your office. You took a shaky breath out. He’d left you a hot mess, a key, and one hell of a choice…