WARNING: sex pollen talk, pseudocest/incest, nsfw, non-con/dub-con (no parties are aware of what’s happening), mention of drugs, female!reader, etc.
A specific strain of sex pollen that works differently than the standard. A sex pollen that has you moving without realizing. A sex pollen in which you can have full length arguments and still not realize you’re undressing as you’re having them. A sex pollen that works for a little longer. A sex pollen that is more like a drug. As in, it has to fade, it can’t just be ‘released’. A sex pollen that has people doing things without even knowing it.
Bickering about clothes left on the ground with your adoptive little brother Tim and his face is twisted in a little frown as you scold him and neither of you are able to even take note of the moans breaking into the middle of your sentences, the way you fumble a little bit with the way he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, mouth hot and eager.
Trying to get through a meeting without snapping at your more than absent boss Bruce Wayne, neither of you able to acknowledge the hand you’ve got around his cock and the one he’s shoved into your pants.
Washing dishes and making light conversation with stepdad Dick as he gives playful kisses to your neck and neither of you realize the wrong of it, nor that it’s even really happening. And his mouth keeps trailing down, down, down until his lips are pressed fully against your clit, pressing a loving kiss to the sensitive flesh.
Arguing with big brother Jason on some random rooftop in Gotham, yelling in each other’s faces but words broken apart by the kisses you press to each other’s mouths, shoving each other on the ground, tussling and still doing so even as he has you pinned with your suit torn off of your hips, cock ramming into you. His voice is gloating but not because he’s stuffed so deep inside you, making your eyes roll back as he hits that little spot you don’t even know you have, but because he’s got you pinned, because he won.
Summary: Bruce takes you away from a party for fun times, hoping that he can have you all to himself.
Tags: NSFW, Transman Reader, You are Tied Up, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Bruce undresses you, Vaginal Penetration, Cervix Mentioned, Brudick, BDSM leaning, BTAS
Bruce lifted you up as Dick wiggled underneath you, moaning as your warmth sandwiched him into the bed. His lips sucked marks into the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine and making instincts tell you to scrunch up your neck. You settled down on op him, wiggling to get more comfortable and pulling at your bondages to find a good position, before concluding with a kiss on his lips.
“You’re late,” you murmured.
“Oh fuck—” said Dick, his hard cock poking at you through his pants. “Bruce, I need some help down there.”
Bruce grunted softly, pulling out with a loud wet popping noise that made you shiver and moan, your gape exposed to the air. Dick ran his hand over your clit, murmuring softly into your neck about how perfect and wet your pussy was, plunging his fingers into your needy cunt. You could barely hear Bruce grunting and yanking Dick’s pants down to his ankles, but you felt the power behind each jerk of his movements as Dick shifted underneath you.
Dick spread his legs and hooked his feet over yours, pinning your legs open and tangling your pants together. Bruce put the fully weight of his body on your pants, preventing you both from escaping. Not that either of you considered trying.
You thought it would start, then, until you felt a wet finger pushing into your asshole, lubing it up and scissoring it opened. You moaned softly, enjoying the pleasant pull and rough push of Bruce’s finger, then fingers as he slowly pushed you open in prep.
“Ohhh,” started Dick, “Dad…”
A wet sucking noise filled the air, but you couldn’t feel anything happening down there, only the delighted shivers which drove Dick to dive his fingers deeper into your sopping wet pussy and to rub his palm hard against your clit. Dick groaned loud enough that you were certain it could be heard downstairs.
“Dad!”
Bruce rose, licking his lips as his hand stroked his own cock. “You said you needed help.”
Dick’s face felt deliciously hot against your cheek. You could feel Bruce‘s other one played against your ass cheeks, pushing Dick’s half-hard spit- and cum-slicked cock into your asshole, filling you with his son’s girth. Bruce’s pulled Dick’s fingers out to slip inside of your waiting pussy, and Dick’s fingers abused your clit, spreading your lips for his father to slip deep inside. You shivered and moaned as Dick’s cock started to rub into your sensitive walls and Bruce’s hard cock slammed into your cervix, your G-spot deliciously squeezing between them both with each thrust.
You opened your mouth to scream and cry out, but the sight of the open door sent a wave of shame and embarrassment through you.
Were there still people downstairs? What if they heard?
What if Alfred heard?
The thought drove you to press your lips together and moan, to quiet yourself, which only drove both of them to fuck harder and faster. They fell into sync, pushing in and out at the same time, pinching your G-spot between their hard cocks with each pump. You were vaguely aware of Bruce’s hands keeping your thighs spread, of Dick’s hand on your lower stomach to push you down on his cock and of his other hand in the middle of your chest to press you into him, working together to drive you crazy.
You suddenly felt a desperate need to cum. You pulled on your restraints, rose up and clenched your walls around them both. They pushed back, hard and deep, riding out your orgasm as you finally let loose a scream. Dick moaned your name, worshipping you and crying out as his back arched and cock spasmed. Bruce grunted, eyes screwed shut, his hands on your hips and pushing you down on him and Dick. You wanted but couldn’t kick your feet. It seemed to last forever. You cried out again, leaning forward as Bruce forced the orgasm to continue.
“Please!” you cried out, crashing backwards into Dick.
Dick cried out, his hand on your stomach reaching for your shoulder to keep you down on him. Bruce grunted as your walls spasmed around his twitching cock. And you relaxed, gasping, as you finally finished orgasming. Dick panted in your ear, pressing into your neck and hair. Bruce sighed, leaning over you to kiss your lips and cheek. You could feel his body shaking even though you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“Good job,” he praised, leaning into your free ear to whisper your name. His breath sent a warm shiver up your spine.
You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a heavy breath. Bruce took the time to gently kiss and suck your lips, gently playing with your mouth and breathing softly over your face, even as you panted and swallowed. You swore you could see stars and taste Dick’s cum on his tongue.
“Beautiful,” Bruce murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair. He shifted his focus to Dick beside you and you knew he was tightening his fingers into his hair as well, gently kissing his lips. “Handsome. My boys.”
I love your drabbles so much holy shit and also the Tim Drake one where reader is the remaining family member he's so protective of? Absolutely amazing, I need more unhealthy codependency with them
Ahh! I’m so glad you liked it! I was a little nervous about it lol. (And I don’t think it was my best work.) But I did really like that prompt and wanted to put it somewhere.
Genuinely giggled while writing one of the lines in here.
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Warning: INCEST, unhealthy relationships, codependency, Tim’s stalking habits, you are the last remaining family member Tim has and he is VERY possessive and attached to you, OOC behaviour, he kisses you while you’re asleep, etc.
INCEST
INCEST
INCEST
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This is wrong. He knows it like he knows that back in Drake Manor the piano was so old some of the keys produced an ‘off’ sound when pressed. He knew it like he knew that you still went back to your old room sometimes to check that secret little compartment beneath your bed full of all the shit you thought you could hide from him.
(Love letters, burner phones, resumes, money, a fucking pack of cigarettes—he’d barely restrained himself from setting it all alight when he found it.)
(But Tim is a good big brother, even if you don’t think so. So, he’s letting you keep it.)
(For now.)
And he knows it like he knows that in your current bedroom in Wayne Manor lies a secret door. One that even you don’t know about.
There are tunnels and secret doors everywhere in Wayne Manor, some not yet found and some he has already made a habit of remembering.
Like this one.
The door doesn’t creak when he pushes it open. It doesn’t even whine. He made sure of it.
Tim closes it gently behind him.
It’s the middle of the night and as much as you liked to claim yourself a ‘night owl’ you had to sleep eventually.
It’s not like he was going to do anything weird. He just wanted to check up on you. Make sure you were still where he left you.
You’re laying with your body faced away from him, resting on your side.
You look peaceful. At ease. None of that anger and spite tensing up your bones like it usually did around him.
(He wishes you’d just understand. He wishes you got why he was doing any of this.)
(He wishes you’d just stay put.)
Tim walks over to your bed, keeping his footsteps light to not wake you. You’ve always been a pretty deep sleeper but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.
He can see it now that he’s closer, standing at the edge of your bed and looming over you.
You’re shivering.
You’ve kicked the covers off of you in your sleep, left entirely exposed to the elements in your shorts and tank top.
Tentatively, Tim reaches out to you, fingers grazing your chilled skin, goosebumps raising wherever his fingers touch.
You shiver away. He takes your arm in full.
He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His fingers curl deeper into your flesh, feeling at the mass, rubbing it up and down more so just for the sensation rather than really trying to warm you up though it was a plus.
You never let him do things like this anymore. Never let him hold you.
But he supposes it was deserved. He never really did get to know you until your parents were already dead.
Reluctantly, he slips his hand off of you and reaches down your bed for the covers. You could get a cold like this.
Tim tugs the covers over you and a smile forms on his face at the way you lean into the warmth the fabric envelops you in.
Cute.
He leans down. He hasn’t done this in a while. The movement feels stiff, unpracticed, like an instrument he forgot to keep playing. But nonetheless, he still leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, lingering as the point of contact spread warmth from his lips all the way down to his toes.
(Tim thinks he could survive a snowstorm like this—just by kissing you.)
He moves down on presses another kiss on your cheekbone. Then to the apple of your cheek. Then to the corner of your mouth. Then to your jaw.
You’d never let him do this if you were awake. You wouldn’t giggle like you used to. You’d probably yell at him.
Tim sighs. He moves to give you yet another kiss, hand lifting to cup your cheek but you shift just as he leans down and-
Dry lips. Soft. Gentle like tulips. Sleepy. Unmoving.
Warm.
He’s frozen still against you. Frozen still against your mouth.
For the first time he recognizes the warmth rolling in the pit of his stomach for what it is.
Imagine you are Bruce's lover and you noticed that you look similar to his daughter. And sometimes it feels like he looks through you to find someone else.
One day mid fucking he called her name. The worst part is no one is gonna believe you
True horror
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Imagine sitting down afterwards and stumbling upon a picture of you and his daughter.
And your stomach lurches with the realization that you and her look almost identical.
And that even if you were to run to Alfred or the police, why would they believe you? This is Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire.
Why would he want to fuck his own kid?
(Imagine you stumbling upon her panties while doing laundry.
Imagine finding them stuffed into a pocket and it being Bruce’s.)
