#(of course Ba/ne isn't a monster x-x bUT he has certain qualities)

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Can you IMAGINE how blank Bruce's feral thotty brain goes just watching Bane, like, BREATHE. The sheer muscle. The height. The Size. He wants it bad and only particularly knows how to get it by gifting custom extra-supportive underwear and he thinks thats both sexy and romantic of him to do. He then sends a hand-written, perfect script note apologising because he woke at 2 am in a Sweat when he realised Bane probably just goes commando. And THAT is a whole other can of worms

Anon…this has been in my ask box for ages because it just has me in SHAMBLES. I love it so so so much. I love Bane. I love this.

Please accept my humble apologies for not being coherent enough to answer and also these thoughts

Warning: voyeurism mentioned but not actually part of the plot discussed, both of them get swept up a little at different points but mean no harm & would def stop if something were amiss - everything is 100% consensual

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Firstly – I’m pretty sure Bruce and me would have the same problem, namely: How can he approach Bane?? As Brucie?? As Batman?!?! He already sent his present (also – is it anonymously or did he put a little bat sticker on the envelope???), but what now?!

Bruce is filling notebooks with plans and possibilities, desperately trying to find a way to get into a position where he can check the lack of underwear in person and up close and hopefully with his mouth involved in some way.

(One of my thoughts was that maybe, Bane clashes a party Brucie’s at, who heroically (and unexpectedly) offers himself as a hostage. He gets swooped away to the hide out for whatever reason and works out this brilliant plan on how he’s going to escape after finding out more of Bane’s plans etc but also basically goes “my final wish…is to suck your cock” and gets to suck his cock in a room full of his men. But I ended up preferring this more intimate and less death-threat version (not that Bruce would die because Bane would have no choice but to keep him around and get his cock sucked three times a day because Bruce...is very good. And then they’d get to know each other and bond. The end.))

Bruce’s own thottiness gets the best of him in the end. Which is to say – fights with Bane are super difficult as it is, because Bruce has his smart bat brain telling him “duck, kick, jump, punch” etc, but meanwhile his thot brain is telling him “just let him grab you and push you down, he’ll grind on you and it’ll be GREAT��. Pushing the thot thoughts down for now usually works rather well because while Bane is huge and hot and muscular and h o t, he’s also actively trying to kill Bruce.

However! On some fateful day, they do end up in a more body contact heavy sort of fight in some abandoned factory or other. And now Bruce DOES have to wrap his legs around Bane’s torso and this scenario is so close to his thot brain thoughts that his rational brain just. Turns off. He just kinda stills, staring at Bane, feeling the sheer size of him between his thighs. It’s a lot.

Bane is a tad put off by this sudden change of tactics on Batman’s side and he’s about to try and bash his head in when Bruce goes “let me suck you off”.

And that’s that.

Bane? Probably has no idea what’s going on, but Bruce is already loosening his grip on him a little to unwrap himself from him, one hand on his fly and Bane - ???

The man’s a bit confused.

He’s also not wearing underwear.

Bruce, of course, still has manners, even if he’s practically drooling at the sight of Bane’s cock (about as long as Bruce had daydreamed but so thick), so he goes “may I?” and I mean. They’re already there. Bane has no clue what’s going on anyways, so… Might as well?

Bruce is in heaven. One hand on Bane’s thick thigh, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking languidly, watching in awe as that monster hardens fully, thickening to the point that he can hardly wrap his hand around it fully. And he tries to suck him down, he really does. But after three tries, cheeks flushed and lips pink from being stretched so cruelly, he finally has to admit defeat. “It’s too big, you’re going to break my jaw.”

Bane’s mostly surprised at how blissed out Batman sounds at that possibility, placing adoring kisses on his shaft and sucking on the tip. And by now, he’s fully hard, on his way to throbbing, but we all know he’s a gentleman at heart so he’s all “well, then I suppose we-“

“You can fuck me.”

???!

“I can take it, just give me a second.”

Honestly, Bane had no idea this fight would end that way. But he’s also not going to say no, is he? I mean, his cock is already far past the point of no return, happily throbbing at the idea of getting even more attention.

Now this is how their fight turns into combined efforts with the goal of getting Bruce out of his armour. That would be a lot easier, of course, if Bruce was focusing on all the hidden clasps instead of zoning in on Bane’s cock every two minutes, leaning in to once again try and unhinge his jaw. Bane is left to figure the armour out by himself while also making sure Bruce doesn’t hurt himself in his own cock-drunk stupidity.

Anyhow. Bruce ends up bend over some boxes, still wearing the hood and chest armour, but with his trousers pulled down and bunched around one foot because they didn’t bother taking off both boots. And fingering himself with Bane’s cock throbbing against his thigh would be difficult enough, but then Bane decides that three of Batman’s fingers won’t do the job and adds his own and Bruce just melts. Cock drunk stupor!! Mewling mess, letting Bane fingerfuck him and manhandle him however he wants, absolutely losing it when he finally feels the tip of that lovely cock pushing against his hole.

See, I’m sure Bruce in general is a bit of a size-queen, but that’s not all. I mean we know he goes wild for Clark & his alien self and Crock and the whole sharp teeth & claws & TAIL package. So while he definitely melts at being fucked open by that huge cock, what really does it is the fact that he can hear Bane’s rasped breathing distorted by his mask. That shit just sends him.

Bane, meanwhile, is mostly impressed that Bruce can take him. You know, placing his big palms on his cheeks, squeezing them a little, spreading them gently to watch the smooth glide of his cock and commenting in his dry tone, although a lot breathier than usual. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d be able to take it. Well done.” Or some other well-meaning nonsense.

Now that’s not fair, is it? Poor Bruce, going from the rasp of his breathing to actual awestruck praise. Instant game over, brain’s offline. He’s moaning, shivering, trying to wiggle and fuck himself back on Bane’s cock, his hole pulsing and squeezing him, absolute madness.

That, in turn, pushes Bane into action (there’s only so much a man can take and while Bane does have an impressive amount of self-control, he’s also not used to pleasure, is he? I think we can forgive him if he snaps a little) and Bruce won’t have to worry about trying to fuck himself back. Bane uses his strength and body mass to hold Bruce down and fucks him to pieces at a punishing pace and Bruce, almost crushed and completely immobilised, has little choice but to take it, hitched moans turning into blissed out, breathy mewls when Bane presses the mask against his throat and he can hear his grunts.

Now, the thing is – as mentioned, Bane’s not used to this kind of thing, and he certainly isn’t used to someone being so incredibly eager to take him. So he’s pleasure-drunk, just fucking Bruce to pieces. Not that he’s just mindlessly using Bruce, of course, he still wraps himself around him and hold his head gently to make sure Bruce doesn’t hurt himself by scraping his cheek on the boxes, but he also doesn’t stop until he himself comes. He can’t, really. And considering he’s got that stamina, Bruce signed up for a long, hard ride. Considering he’s wrapped up in big, muscular arms, with those mechanical grunts in his ear while a thick cock practically rearranges his guts at a punishing pace, Bruce comes after mere minutes, squirming and mewling, but Bane (bless his heart) doesn’t even notice. Instead, he thinks Bruce is uncomfortable in some way, so he hushes him gently and makes sure to change his angle to fuck him deeper.

I – poor Bruce. Overstimulated, completely messed up, drooling and whimpering, helplessly overwhelmed by pleasure.

He comes at least two more times like this, probably dry at some point, and by the time Bane finally fills him up, he’s a complete mess. Boneless. Can’t even speak anymore.

And Bane would be worried, but Bruce paws at him until he wraps him up in his arms again and considering the come splattered against the box and dripping from Bruce’s poor, untouched cock, Bane supposes it’s fair to assume Bruce’s alright. So he just holds him for a moment, waiting for him to get his wits back while he himself catches his breath.

Honestly? Once they get dressed, Bane probably says something you would after a good sparring session, all “good game” vibes.

Fin.

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(except – a tiny little extra: the aftermath, of course, is that Bane can’t fight Batman anymore. Simply can’t. The moment he gets close to him, he’s already half-hard. At this point, Bruce’s thotty ways are just resulting in the large parts of the Gotham underground being addicted to him)

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Anon….I hope you liked it…this is a true passion project to me, I love Bane so much and writing this was so much fun…Thank you 💗