✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. the batfamily
summary. Y/n goes through an anguishing breakup right before a gala aka Bruce is done with any and everything that involves his children
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, breakups, inspired by “Barbie’s Torture” scene from Toy Story!
a/n. I know the Batfamily isn’t as fluffy as I make them out to be, but I need something sweet to settle my mind 🤷🏽
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... 1, 2, 3, 4..."
Bruce furrowed his eyebrows. It was necessary to do a headcount before and after a gala, but he seemed to be missing one of the kids. "Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cass, Duke, and Damian... Barbras at the office finishing up a case, so..." Bruce muttered, “I believe we’re missing Master Y/n.” Alfred inquired. Realization dawning upon him that Y/n was nowhere to be found. His eyebrows furrowed even deeper. "I thought I told you all to be down here at 8:32..." Bruce grumbled to himself as he ascended the stairs, his pace quickening when he heard screams and cries emanating from a room.
The door swung open, revealing Y/n amidst a collection of clothes hanging from a rack, surrounded by some of the torn garments. He held a purple shimmery vest in his hands. "Y/n, baby, please! Not the vintage purple vest. I said I was sorry!" pleaded Y/n's ex-boyfriend, Ken.
"Sorry, Kenny boy, but apologies won't cut it!" Y/n snapped, tearing the jacket in two, a pained smile stretching across his face. Tear stains marred his cheeks. "You should've thought about your tacky outfits before you cheated on me and messed with my friend!" Y/n flung the torn clothing at Ken, who was tied to what appeared to be a medieval stretcher, clad only in heart-patterned boxers. Bruce stood at the doorway, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Y/n..." he uttered. Y/n swiftly turned his gaze towards the door, his tense smile morphing into a pout, tears welling up in his eyes. "Dadddddddd!" Y/n cried, rushing into his father's embrace. "Y/n... what is going on?" Bruce returned the embrace, cautiously surveying the room for any more surprises. "Ken cheated on me, a-and he called Karen a bitch! I'm Gotham's Barbie, n-no one disrespects me or my friends!" Y/n's pout vanished, replaced by anger and distress in his eyes. Bruce glanced at Y/n's outfit—a white suit with pink accents, and pearl earrings. "Umm..." Bruce blinked repeatedly, trying to recall why he had come upstairs. "The gala, we have to go. W-we can sort this out later." Bruce gently guided Y/n out of the room, stealing a glance back at the bound Ken before closing the door.
The siblings lounged on the couch, waiting for Bruce to come downstairs with their brother. It had already been 20 minutes since Bruce left. "Do we even have to go to the stupid gala? I mean, we're probably hella late..." Jason chimed in, playing with Dick's kendama. "Honestly, I don't even know. I'd be fine staying here and binging one of Y/n's movies," Dick commented, looking at his brother. "I'd never be bored enough to watch all of Y/n's movies," Tim added.
"What? Why not! Y/n's movies are amazing, especially the one where he's in the apocalypse!" Stephanie exclaimed, leaping from her spot on the floor. Damian hummed in agreement, "I like those, but his aquatic ones are even better. Besides, it's about something he truly enjoys..." Titus barked in apparent agreement. "Woah, woah, woah. His high school drama movies are a hundred times better than all of those combined!" Jason interjected, discarding the kendama as his interest waned. "Jason!" Dick shouted, diving to catch the toy he had been eagerly waiting for (another story for another time). And everyone protested, disagreeing with Jason's opinion. Their debate was abruptly interrupted by a boisterous voice exclaiming, "We're back!" Y/n excitedly raised their hands in the air, sprinting down the stairs and heading straight for the door. "I call shotgun, come on Alfred!" Y/n surprised the butler, dragging him towards the waiting limousine outside.
"What? That's not fair!" Duke leaped over the couch, desperately trying to secure the next best seat. This triggered a chain reaction, causing the entire group to scramble towards the door. Bruce could only watch in despair, attempting to ignore the shouts and cries coming from Y/n’s “victim”.
"Fine... let's get this show on the road..." Bruce mumbled wearily, resigned to their chaotic adventure.
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Part 1 Available Here!
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The first touch of my hand wrapping around my shaft was incredible. I arched up into the warmth of my grasp, dragging my grip down from my tip to just above my base. The drop of precum welled up from my slit, spilling over the curve of my cock, and sliding down the length of my shaft.
I looked back at Jeremy.
His blue eyes were wide, gaze affixed to where my hand stroked a steady rhythm over my heated skin. His lips were half-parted. Jeremy's tongue slid out to lick his bottom lip, fingers tangling in the sheets.
I couldn't resist. My eyes dropped to his lap. I didn't know what I expected to find, but it still took me by surprise when I made out the curve of his cock pushing prominently against his pajamas.
My hand sped up on my shaft. Jeremy's eyes remained transfixed by my movements. Heat rolled through me at the attention. I liked it. Having his eyes on me, knowing my every movement was being watched. Hell, I even liked knowing that watching me turned him on.
I caught another small moan before it slipped out from my lips.
"Does it hurt?" Jeremy's voice was hushed with a quiet reverence, almost like he was scared talking would stop me.
I almost laughed. "Not at all. It feels amazing."
I gave my shaft a squeeze to emphasize the statement, before releasing my heated shaft to run my hands down to my full sack. I could feel the weight of Jeremy's gaze following my every movement, tracking my hand as it made its way between my legs.
If he wanted a show, I'd give him a show.
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“Stop moving,” Ian’s breathy voice ordered from above me.
I hummed and pulled off his cock, catching the base of his thick shaft with one hand.
“You want me to stop?” I faked a naive tone, making big eyes at my older brother before I leaned in and sucked his tip back into my mouth.
Ian hissed from his position above me. "I didn't say stop sucking my dick. I said stop moving. Every time you move the light hits your face differently and I can't get the shadows right."
He made a vague motion at the tablet propped on some pillows next to him.
It was late. Nearing two in the morning, most likely. The rest of the house was still, our family surely asleep around us.
Which made it the perfect time for us.
My brother and I had been messing around since I got booted out of my room so my aunt and uncle could sleep in there for the week they stayed. I’d been forced to share his, but what had once seemed an undeserved punishment had morphed into an arrangement. Brothers with benefits. A little fucking around didn’t hurt anyone, right?
I was naked, my hard cock trapped between my body and the sheets beneath me, positioned quite nicely between Ian’s spread thighs. His pants were gone, but he still wore an oversized t-shirt. If I had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t be there much longer.
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