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

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

⋆୨୧ mistakes were made

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 years later .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There are a lot of Keanu's works on youtube

Night Heat (1985) season 1 ep 1 and 2

One Step Away (1985)

Youngblood (1986)

Flying (1986)

Young Again (1986)

Act of Vegeance (1986)

Babes in Toyland (1986)

Under the Influence (1986)

The Brotherhood of Justice (1987)

The Prince of Pennsylvania (1988)

Life Under Water (1989)

Tune in Tomorrow (1990)

Freaked (1993)

i’m giving you a fatass digital kiss rn

thank you love❤️🥰

i need more smut of constantine

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

i swear

small idea ! !

"inmate 234! you're in cell 3C-7!" one of the prison guards yell in your ear. "i can fucking hear you." you mumble. with all the shit they gave you, (a mat, toilet paper, sheets, and a small bottle of shampoo), you had to waddle your way to your new cell so your things don't fall. these women are thieves, you couldn't risk anything.

once you had made it in, you looked around the cell. three women, each of them in their own bed, and a shower that looked surprisingly clean.

one girl took your full attention. it was a pink-haired girl, tatted all the way. she looked strong. and fucking hot. her forearm rested on her forehead, it looked like she was resting. "you gonna keep staring, cupcake?" your eyes widen once she spoke. "oh great, a new one." one of your new roommates groaned.

you stayed quiet and made up your bed, "so, what's your name?" the pink-haired girl spoke again. "it's { nickname }." she smiles, "i like cupcake better."

this is gonna be some eventful 3 years.

i've been watching 60 days in too much

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

fuck you tom holland😡you like boys

I don’t want this Nathan Drake…

I want this one…

We are not the same.