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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Bruce's love language is handing you his kids. Yes, even the 6'5 anti hero with anger issues. Lift with your back

Bruce: Isn't he precious

Martinez, struggling to hold this human tank: y..yeah ....

#also??? fuck out of here dick wouldn't fight for the spot #damian when he first arrived: now father. i understand my position as the new succesor of your legacy. after meeting the others god knows #im needed.#bruce: stares. picks damian up. big fat smooch on chubby cheeks #damian a touch starved little assasin: ...ah.#baba.#bruce wayne #jason todd #dc #dc comics #regarding first tag: they absolutely fight for the spot and bruce is sad LMAO #bruce: :( we can all cuddle :(#jason: id rather be 15 again #dick: yeah no id rather kiss lex luthor. kill one of us or shut up

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trustymikh · 2 years

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Narrator voice: He did regret this decision.

#twomatches brainrot #Twos is touch starved and Matches has no boundaries #I think I am funny why thank you #mik draws #two face #twoface #harvey dent #bruharvey #twobat #bruce wayne #matches malone #gotham rogues #rogue gallery #batman #fanart #digital art #digital drawing #drawing

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miscellaneous-fic-recs · 14 days

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surenschompychompers · 1 month

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I'm thinking perhaps the frequency of extremely detailed hug scenes I have about the Batfamily members says something about how often I myself get hugs lol

#batman #batfam #jason todd #dc #tim drake #dick grayson #batfamily #bruce wayne #dc comics #damian wayne #touch starved

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gonnalosemydougdimmadomedamnmind · 3 months

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When did Dick Grayson being a touch starved extrovert in a family of touch averse introverts become a thing? Dick Grayson is not touched starved, and I wouldn't even call him an extrovert. He'll typically squeeze your shoulder for physical comfort or give you a hair ruffle, if you're Donna- you get a hug. He himself, does not really want people to touch him? Does not crave it? Is not going to burst into tears if he isn't being touched? He rarely cries at all, actually. Like off the top of my head, when Donna dies, when Bruce dies, during Robin Year One after Bruce fires him, obviously when his parents die, and maybe the first time Bruce is an idiot about Dicks safety and pushes him away at 8 years old during the Golden Age. He basically only cries after someone really close to him has died. And he does it like once, and then he closes off his emotions. Dick is rarely moved to tears.

And just because everyone knows You doesn't mean you're an extrovert. Dick knows how to work with people, how to talk to people, but he's not really a social butterfly. People form groups around him, and he knows how to balance people out. But Dick spends a lot of his time alone. Working, but content. That's exactly where he wants to be.

#dick grayson #nightwing #donna troy #bat fam #anti fanon #my posts #bruce wayne #will I ever see the real dick grayson characterized properly in a bat fam fic?#probably not #:(#the whole touch starved thing seems like projection

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superbatdisasterblog · 2 years

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I’m having thoughts about touch starved Bruce…👀

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Bruce is used to people touching him a lot— ever since he was a kid. People grab him by the shoulder and move him around…shuffling him like a chess piece. Strangers angling for money, or favors, or social standing all clutch at his elbow, or throw an arm around his shoulder, or hang on him with all their weight.

But all those touches are guiding, manipulating, wanting. He exists for the use of others— for what he can provide. It’s a lesson he learned as soon as his parents died.

Which is why Clark is such a surprise. Clark doesn’t touch him like everyone else does.

As soon as he is granted permission to touch Bruce, he doesn’t stop. Every opportunity he gets, he takes it. He leans into Bruce’s side on the couch, and presses his lips feather soft along the curve of Bruce’s neck while they’re cooking dinner. He glides a hand down Bruce’s spine in the shower, and curls around him in Bruce’s ridiculously expensive silk sheets. Their fingers brush at League meetings, and Clark will smooth a palm along Bruce’s thigh after catching him mid air during a battle with whatever big bad decided to challenge them that week.

Every place Clark touches hums with energy and makes Bruce’s stomach flutter. Instead of feeling drained and jumpy the way he normally does, he starts to feel calm and grounded.

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for the world’s greatest detective to understand why Clark’s touch is different.

It’s different because Clark’s touch is giving instead of taking, and Bruce doesn’t know what to do with that.

#superbat #clark/bruce #bruce wayne/clark kent #ficlet #Drabble #mini fic #stuff I made #touch starved #angst #hurt/comfort #hint at lemon

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whipbogard · 2 years

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Been having a lot of TwoMatches brainrot in the last 24 hours

15mins doodle before work so pardon all the errors that I don’t bother fixing lol I just want it out of my system

#bruharvey #twobats #Harvey dent #Bruce Wayne #matches Malone #wppyart #2F acting like he’s NOT touch starved #and Bruce acting like he’s NOT happy to be this close to Harv again since the accident #bruharv server also fueling the need aHHH

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phoenixdragon5411 · 2 years

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Bruce, John, and holding hands

"Please don't me let down" John pleaded, nervously fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves. Bruce opened his mouth to try and decline, but his voice caught as he looked over at John. He was leaned over in his chair, looking up at Bruce with wide hoping eyes. "P-please" John attempted again. Bruce sighed lightly in defeat, he berated himself internally, he barely knew this man, yet John wore down his resolve so quickly.

Bruce smiled fondly, the small niceness made Johns face perk up slightly, "I'd be happy to meet your friends, John. Just say when and where" he finally agreed. John shifted suddenly in his seat, sitting up straighter, putting the back of him palm against the pew cushion. "Oh, I was hoping you would say that" John nearly squealed giggling softly he bounced in his seat, with the same poorly covered excitement of child who found out he was about to go to Disney land. Bruce glanced warily at a man several rows ahead, who had turned around to give them a look of disgust.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun" John exclaimed, clapping his hands together, still unable to sit still in his seat. Bruce glanced back over, shifting uncomfortably at the ever-growing number of glares. As a last resort to quell his newfound friend, Bruce gently, but quickly, grabbed John’s hand. “funeral, remember” Bruce whispered, looking dead ahead at the reception, partially afraid of seeing John’s reaction.

John stilled immediately, his voice breaking off mid giggle, more in shock then anything else. He looked over, glancing rapidly between Bruce’s face and their hands. Bruce tensed after several uncharacteristic moments of almost no reaction from came from John. Fearing he made a decision that made his friend uncomfortably, he started pulling his hand away. John instantly grabbed Bruce’s retreating hand, hesitantly moving it back on his own. Bruce finally looked over at John, who was staring intently on their hands, a light dust of pink on his pale face.

Carefully watching John’s reaction, Bruce made a bold move, interlocking their fingers together. John leaned down, just a small bit, but it was enough of a change to notice, he looked up at Bruce through his lashes hopefully, “if I’m good, promise not to let me go?” he pleaded softly, voice quivering.

Bruce couldn’t hold back the quiet chuckle that came from John’s obvious – yet adorable – attempt at manipulating Bruce into saying yes to him. Unfortunately for Bruce, despite how obvious the attempt was, it was still working on him. Bruce cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, before sighing lightly in defeat, “okay John, I promise”

John smiled brightly, shifting slightly in his seat, gnawing on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, “I’ve never held anyone’s hand before” he admitted softly, squeezing Bruce’s hand, experimentally.

Bruce glanced at their hands, before looking up at John. There was a brief moment where protective urge came over Bruce. A moment where, Bruce thought how he could give John all the affection, time, and love he had missed out on, how much he wanted to do for his new friend. Show his everything beautiful and bright, and protect him from anything that would bring him harm. Bruce closed his eyes, mentally trying to will any affectionate thoughts away. He settled on giving John’s hand a comforting squeeze in return, a part of him hoped it would show John the thoughts Bruce both couldn’t and wouldn’t put into words.

John sniffled, looking up at Bruce with childlike amazement, “it make me feel better…” John trailed off, nervous giggling starting again. Bruce repeated to himself that his actions were to make John quiet down, and nothing more, before he stroked his thumb against the back of John’s hand soothingly. John quieted down again, staring briefly at their hands before meeting Bruce’s eyes again, “I almost never want it too end” he whispered, tears brimming his eyes.

Bruce swallowed hard, John suddenly sounded to helpless and meek, he sighed, and in what he would call a moment of weakness, smiled at John and made him a promise. “If you’re quiet, I’ll let you hold my hand anytime”

John’s face lit up, and suddenly Bruce knew, he was fucked… but in John’s defense, he did keep quiet.

#telltale batman #telltale batjokes #telltale joker #bruce wayne x john doe #oneshot #fluff #handholding #im touch starved #can you tell?#Phoenixdragon54 rambles

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denileisariver · 3 months

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pairing: batman aka bruce wayne x f!reader

warnings: old man!bruce, descriptions of male and female genitalia, mating press/cowgirl but not really, oral sex (f!receiving), some somnophilia (could this count as dub-con/non-con?), age gap but by how much isn't specified, cum-dump reader ♡, uses of the word(s) 'baby' and 'daddy' but only once, breeding kink sorta?, basically pwp.

a/n: wowowow the horny is real. idk if this has been done before, but it's okay, lol.

sheesh, thinking about an older batman :(

his body is a bit worn out from so many years of crime-fighting, littered in scars, bones that are becoming increasingly brittle, and his stubborn ass swears it doesn't bother him but it's obvious in the way his movements become tired and the dark circles underneath his eyes. they were usually always there, but it's even more evident now that he's older.

and god, he's so damn touch-starved from not being in a relationship or having a decent fuck because of his nightly activities and his massive horde of children. his balls are so heavy and full from not releasing in so long, barely having time to even masturbate because he's so busy.

but when he fucks you for the first time it's almost like none of that even matters. he manages to make some time for you in his hectic schedule.

the both of you are so sensitive and get over-stimulated easily the first time :(. you, due to your lack of experience, especially fucking someone like bruce, and him because it's just been that long since he's had sex.

large calloused hands would force and hold you down, your feet by your head and knees pressed to your chest. he wants to be slow and gentle at first, to take his time with it, but that doesn't last long at all. the way your tight walls stretch and attempt to make space for his massive girth is just too much for him, eventually losing control and using your body to his hearts content, pounding your tiny cunt nice and deep till you're cock-drunk and mindlessly babbling and moaning for him.

he cums quickly, but his cock is still so hard, feeling like a damn teenager all over again, ready for more rounds. bruce fills your pussy to the brim with his seed, the sticky, hot substance dribbling down to your ass and wetting his balls in the process. he's constantly petting at your clit and tits, obsessed with his new little toy right in front of him.

even in his older age, his stamina is just too much for you to take, eventually passing out on him without even realizing it. he'll take your unconcious state as an opportunity to lap his tongue at your juicy folds, savoring the sweet taste of your cum mixed with his, groaning lowly because of how damn good it is. it's really for his own pleasure, since you can't really feel anything till you wake back up and see bruce with his head in between your legs, his eyes shut and enjoying his meal.

it isn't until you pull at his greying hair that he realizes you've woken up, whining cause your clit is swollen and sensitive, but he just doesn't care. "it's okay, baby.." he'd mumble a bit, fucking your tiny hole with his tongue.

"daddy's not finished with you yet,"

he'd switch your positions so you're on top, holding you tight against him cause you're too weak to ride him. he's strong enough to pick you up and fuck you like a doll, stuffing his cock up into you with a bruising grip on your hips and thighs. and you can't do anything but hold on for dear life, nails digging into his broad shoulders and biceps. the filthy sound of skin slapping against each other and the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room, and it only spurs him on that much more.

he cums hard for the last time, his tip an angry red, pushing you down on him to make sure it fills your womb, and you're too limp and tired out to do anything about it. your cunt milks his cock for all he's got, tears falling down your face cause he's pressing a hand onto your lower tummy, feeling so full of his cock and cum.

and he's suprisingly gentle afterward, pressing a kiss to your forehead and praising how good you were for him, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your body while you try to catch your breath. he makes sure to take care of everything, cleaning up the mess on the bed, and running you a warm bath that the two of you can share.

yeah, okay, he's an old man now, but everything about you just makes him feel young again..

a/n: sorry for ending this so abruptly, lmao

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #smut #batman #bruce wayne

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laythestar · 11 months

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I'm all yours darlin'

Author's note: I'm back!!! So sorry for not posting a lot, my mental health was a little bad, but I'm getting better. Hope you guys like this Imagine! And if you have ANY requests, you can send to me! Lots of love from Skyler!!!

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Damian Wayne was very clingy.

Which was a big surprise to you when you started dating him three months ago. But well, you weren’t going to stop him were you?

He loved when you played with his hair, when you caressed his stomach when he was laying down on your lap.

By the way, never go out and don’t hold his hand, this would made him very grumpy, to the point that Jon will be the victim of his very, very sassy comments. It would usually start with him looking at your eyes then at your hand, then you eyes again, then your hand again. If you don’t pick up the hint, Damian would start walking very close to you, to the point of your arms touching. And you better pick up this hint, or he would start to be more and more grumpy as the times go on and you still don’t hold his hand.

It was cute seeing his behavior, it was clear that he was touch starved, his mom being Talia Al Ghul and his father Bruce Wayne, along with his grandfather being who he is.

“Beloved, hand. Now.” Damian said, looking at you seriously.

He would also do this when he’s anxious or mad at something. It helps him calm down and not go insane.

“Of course love.” You would always say, because how could you refuse your clingy boyfriend?!

But obviously, Damian being Damian, he would never admit that he’s clingy. And you better not tell anyone that or he’s never going to hold your hand again in public!

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #chubby reader #black reader

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bruisedboys · 5 months

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how do u think battinson shows affection ?? 🤔 since he's literally a sopping wet cat of a man and not the best as socializing, one would think physical affection but is he too awkward for that even ? what do u think ??

battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

okay okay!! so I think for bruce wayne, acts of service is a big one in terms of showing affection!! mostly because he can just do them quietly, if you know what I mean? he doesn’t have to make a big show out of it, doesn’t even have to tell you he’s gonna do them. he’ll just iron your clothes for you without you having to ask, buy your favourite shampoo when he notices you’re running out, tie your shoes before you leave the house together, take your heels off for you after a date. just so many quiet, sweet acts of service that he doesn’t even really think about, he just does them because he loves you and he cares. he gets shy when you confront him about it, though. like, you’ll find he’s restocked all your skincare and hair products and you’ll hunt him down and be like, “bruce, honey, you didn’t have to,” pushing up on to your toes to kiss him. he gets all red around the ears and pretends he doesn’t know what you’re talking about <3

as for physical affection, I think yes he enjoys giving it and receiving it but it’s gotta be at the right time! given how protective he is, he’ll hold your hand in public or almost always have one of his big hands on your hip or the small of your back to guide you, but nothing much more than that. when you’re alone he likes it a lot more, especially if you’re the one giving it. he’s not often the one to initiate hugs or cuddles, it’s almost always you. but you don’t mind, because he never rejects you what you want. he’s a bit awkward about it, especially in the beginning, never knowing what to do with his hands (should he rub your back or stroke your hair or just keep them still??) but once he’s more used to it he’s a really good hugger. his broadness helps too <3

still, his favourite thing is when you initiate the cuddling because it makes him feel really loved and wanted! and then he’ll cuddle back. when you climb in his lap and tuck your chin over his shoulder, he’ll rub your back and you all but melt on top of him. you’ll be lying half on top of him in bed, stroking his cheek lovingly, and he’ll take your hand in his and press his mouth to your fingertips. when you’re massaging his shoulders after a long night, or pushing his hair from his forehead when it’s in his eyes, he’ll give your hip a squeeze as a thank you. it’s almost like, your affection makes him brave enough to reciprocate it. and it honestly means a lot, coming from him. your awkward grumpy touch-starved boy <3

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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I was reading your Bruce Wayne alphabet and I saw that you had mentioned cuddlefucking and dom/sub on his kink list! Was wondering if you’d be willing to do a post where the reader edges Bruce while they’re cuddling or something like that?

Just Reader kissing Bruce all over and praising him after a hard mission making him feel head fuzzy mixed with Reader making slow love to Bruce, edging him until he’s overwhelmed (in a good way) and maybe crying a bit.

Bruce Wayne x male reader

Drabble

Ever since I wrote my bruce wayne kinktober prompt I’ve been thinking about him being submissive so much. I think Bruce would thrive with a partner to take care of him sometimes.

I wrote this with the reader being big and thick in mind, think those buff guys with a layer of chub over the muscle, but you can imagine it however you want.

The blanket was hot on top of you, it was one of the thickly woven cotton ones, made from some material that probably cost more than you could imagine. But even as sweat beaded on your brow, you simply pulled Bruce closer to your soft chest. He was laying with his back towards you, your stomach pressed into the arch of his muscular back as your arms wove around him and held him tightly.

Small huffs and muffled whines left him as one of your hands worked up and down his slick length, the heavy blanket barely moving with the motion as you pressed kisses against the bruises that littered his shoulder and neck. A needy noise left him as you nibbled at a bruise on the underside of his chin, where some goon had clocked him with a crowbar the other day. The slight pain from the bruise, mixed with the almost euphoric feeling of being held as your hand worked his length had Bruce feeling like he was gonna melt.

He had been working on cases nonstop for days, in the end you had pulled him into your shared bedroom and pulled the heavy blanket over the two of you. It had started as cuddling, as you knew your partner loved that more than anything, though he never said it out loud. But soon you found your clothes being chucked out from under the blanket, Bruces back sticking to your front from the sweat that developed from your closeness and the warmth it developed.

Maybe Bruce was dehydrated, as he panted and bit back a louder whine as you drew him near the edge before releasing your slick hand from his cock, his hips bucking from the loss of touch. It was a process you repeated a couple more times, your voice thick with praise as you kept kissing his back and neck, mumbling into his ear as you built him up only to let him fall again, not giving him the release he craved.

It was only when Bruce melted into the bed and his noises stopped being so choked, when he turned his head to hopefully catch your lips with his, when you knew he was floating slowly away to a lighter mental state that you took pity in him. The jerks and twists of your hand grew more purposeful as his noises rose in pitch, tears beading in his blue eyes as his hips twitched and his thighs tensed.

But like this he was so good, he couldn’t finish without your approval, so even as he whined and cried, he kept being good for you. It was only when you finally mumbled into his ear that he could cum that Bruce did, spilling into your palm with a shaky moan, his entire body twitching and shuddering as you dragged it out as long as possible, until his whimpers and whines became those of overstimulation.

He let out a sad noise as you crawled out from under the blanket to get what you needed to clean the two of you up, but you knew neither of you would enjoy waking up to dirty sheets, so it was a small sacrifice. But when the worst of your and Bruces sweat had been wiped off with a cloth, your hands washed, and a new blanket draped over your lovers scarred body, you crawled in beside him again.

Bruce almost arched into your touch, like a touch starved cat, melting against your pecs as he gripped onto your softer middle, a loud sigh leaving him as he seemed to melt against you. You swore he would have started purring if he had the ability, especially as you ran your hand through his hair and scratched his scalp, the already loose body growing heavier against you.

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brie-annwyl · 8 months

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Bruce Wayne ideas because I can!

Bruce’s biggest fear is his children being hurt or dying of something he has no control over. Like no matter how much money he drains from his accounts, he cannot save them. This would be if his kids were diagnosed with a chronic illness that would eventually kill them or how Jason was originally supposed to die in the 80’s (AIDS).

Bruce is desperately touch starved but doesn’t know how to ask for affection, and obviously none of his kids (except for Cass) can read him well enough to know what he wants.

Bruce can only communicate when he’s being drugged by truth serum or fear toxin, it’s during a trip on truth serum that Bruce openly admits to Dick that he has adoption forms already signed in his office but he didn’t want to overstep. (If Bruce let out a few tears when he saw forms signed by Dick on his bedside table, no one would know)

Bruce has gotten Alfred a Father’s Day gift every year since he was 7 but hasn’t started giving them to him until Dick gave him one. Alfred definitely found the room Bruce put all of the unused presents, he may or may not have cried too.

Bruce gets his kids gifts on Father’s Day because “I wouldn’t be celebrating today if it wasn’t for you.”

Bruce CAN actually cook okay but purposely does it shitty so Alfred feels he still has a purpose in the manor.

Bruce doesn’t know how to properly apologize to his kids so he does the rich parent thing and uses his money. For Dick he will make donations to elephant charities and orphanages. For Jason he will give Crime Alley children scholarships to go to school and will donate 1st edition classic literature to the library Jason frequents. For Tim he invests in the Photography program and technology programs at his school. For Damian he will rent out art museums in Gotham and Manhattan for the day and will take him there for the day (a new animal will show up in the manor as well). For Steph (yes Steph is his child to me, deal with it.) he will make accessories (batarangs, etc) purple. Once he went out in a purple Batman suit whilst on patrol with spoiler. Cass got a ballet studio in the manor, like mans DEADASS got Clark’s kyptonian(?) ass to come help him too. Duke gets upgrades to his suits, random little gifts left in his room (could be something simple like chocolate or one time Bruce bought him an entire gaming set up.)

#bruce wayne is a good dad #well he tries his best #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #batfam #batfamily #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra wayne #duke thomas #i had fun with this #batdad #i love this family

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medusas-graveyard · 8 months

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Projecting to Danny (again)

Touch starved/Clingy Danny :((( Danny doesn't really see Jack & Maddie a lot growing up, even though they would sometimes coddle over him, it just... didn't satiate his hunger for more physical affection. Jazz helped a lot, of course. But there's only so much time between their schedules and personal lives.

Cue: the Waynes.

At first it was just Bruce; where he sat down beside him in the large couch on one of many movie nights the Waynes would attend (this was his first!) And frankly, he did not know what happened. One moment he was leaning towards the older man's broad shoulders, Bruce's hand gently scratching and petting his scalp. The next moment he's already laying with his head on the man's lap, half asleep.

He vaguely remembers the hushed whispers and cooing latch on to his hearing, yet done nothing. Continue: his siblings; one by one would unconsciously give him some physical affection— ranging from Dick's cuddling to Damian's hand holding as a reassurance.

It's...nice.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batfam #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #to be honest with you i don't know where to go with this so take it as a grain of salt lmao

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nerdofspades · 1 year

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Danny is on the run (reveal gone wrong, Vlad went too far, or GIW gaining brain cells, take your pick) and he makes his way to Gotham, the only place he can reasonably hide.

He's injured, scared, and cut off from all his resources, so he's been squating in a rundown half abandoned apartment somewhere, waiting to be healed enough to start trying to figure out something more sustainable.

And it just so happens that this place is where Jason sets up his first safe house when he returns to Gotham to become Red Hood, kill the Joker, and beat Bruce over the head with his failures.

Obviously, because Danny was squating, no one was really able to warn either of them about the other.

So Jason literally walks into the apartment with bags of essentials (including many guns) and basic furniture on the way and the first thing he sees is a half feral teenager in filthy ragged clothes, bundled in thread bare (and just as dirty) blankets just. In the corner.

Now, dirty or not, the kid is obvious Wayne bait. (Sure Bruce had only taken in three at this point, but three is a patern.) And Jason might be pit mad, but he is not kicking out a starving kid that looks like he's waiting for Jason to literally kick him. Not when he knows what it's like on the streets. Not when he knows this kid could wind up in the manor.

So he just. Moves in around him. And makes sure there's enough food for both of them that night. And the next.

He isn't adopting the kid. Definitely not. He's got revenge plans to deal with but... he's not heartless either. Kid can come and go as he pleases, but if he can provide a safe place for him to sleep and some warm food he doesn't have to steal, then he's going to.

On Danny's end. He knows there's something sketchy about this guy. He smells like shit, and he got this crappy apartment, but he also clearly has money? All the furniture is pretty clean and new (though it's all generic and nothing fancy). And of course. All the guns. Hard to ignore that part.

Danny really shouldn't stay anywhere near him. Not safe. (Not for either of them if who ever he's running from catches up and this guy shows up on their radar.)

Hell. This guy should know better than to let a total stranger hang out when he's planning something that requires that many guns.

But all he does is tell Danny he can stay and to not touch the guns.

And then he feeds Danny.

And gives him a spare key.

Neither of them speak to each other for weeks.

Danny is well enough to move. But he doesn't want to.

So he doesn't.

He comes and he goes. But he doesn't leave.

(It's a bad idea. He should leave. But. Maybe there's safety in numbers.)

And then things start shaking up. Black Mask's lieutenant are dead. Someone is starting a gang war.

But no one can figure out who's leading it. No one knows what gang.

Danny sees his... live in acquaintance come back to the apartment injured.

He sees more guns and more ammunition.

He knows it's not a gang.

Not yet.

They still don't talk.

Not until Red Hood comes in through the window one night, and Danny grabs the first aid kit and patches him up without asking any questions.

He makes the first step and tells Hood his name. Only his first name. His last isn't useful anymore.

And they talk.

They share some stories.

Edited. Half true stories.

And they talk through some stupid shit.

But eventually. They stop hiding behind half truths too. It only takes so many times covering each other for the full story to spill.

In for a penny and all that.

Jason convinces Danny he should finish his schooling.

Danny convinces Jason that maybe the new Robin isn't a part of his problems.

Jason doesn't drop his plans for revenge. Or stop blaming Bruce.

Danny refuses to go to a public school, but allows for online schooling.

Jason gets Danny a new name. A new identity. He needs one for school.

Maybe he did adopt the kid after all.

Jason really hopes Bruce never finds out.

Of course Bruce finds out.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc comics #jason todd #red hood

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monsterinmyboxers · 9 months

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Can I request breeding Bruce Wayne secretly at a gala or charity event

Basically those events make Bruce anxious and sometimes very shaky, during the event Bruce can't stop shaking so he finds reader to help him relax so they end up fucking somewhere private. Reader also sends Bruce back with an ass full of cum and a butt plug in so it won't leak

Thanks :)

WARMTH. bruce wayne x male reader. — ft. toys + semi-public + creampie.

bruce should be used to these things by now.

but judging by how much he was shaking, the anxiety he feels isn’t going to wear off anytime soon. at least, not without some help.

which is why he’s gone to you. he didn’t say much, only grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the cameras. your warmth was relaxing, distracting him from every other person that grazed his body as he walked through the crowd.

he led you to a bathroom, locking the door behind you both. you knew him well enough to assume why he had taken you from the paparazzi, but asking never hurt. "what's wrong, bruce?" your approach was gentle, everything about you was so, so gentle, especially when it came to him. the thought alone made his heart swell inside his chest, and his cock throb between his legs.

that was something bruce discovered after meeting you; emotional intimacy turned him on. he couldn't help how his touch-starved body reacted when you talked to him with such a calm, soft, caring tone━ along with those lingering touches you offer, on his shoulders, arms, and hands, grounding him when he needs it. and he also found out that he was becoming dependent on the comfort you bring.

he feels like he could do anything as long as he has you.

and right now, he needs that feeling, needs you. bad.

instead of answering your question, he simply leans into you, nose nudging against one of your trap muscles. he smelt cologne, new cologne, he remembers you saying that you had bought another just for tonight. it was nice, fresh and crisp, delightful. it brought him closer, shoving his face into where your neck and shoulder connect.

"honey.." you whispered, one hand on the small of his back, the other running through his silky hair, which you brushed before arriving here. he gave a hum, fingers gripping onto your button up with much more force than intended, wrinkling the fabric. he wanted to tear it off, to touch you, but decided against it. he knew you'd both have to leave the restroom eventually, and doing so half naked is suspicious.

"bruce." that got his attention. you wanted an answer, and, despite how long it took, he gave you one. removing his hands from your shirt and flattening it out the best he could, he'd grab your own, then guiding them both to his ass. he still hid in your neck, but you could feel the heat that spread across his cheeks. you understood, attempting to take one away to lube your fingers, but he refused.

"don't, don't need to." he spoke before you could, "promise."

you were confused, though you trusted him, instead allowing your palms to slip underneath his dress pants and boxers, groping him. bruce let out what sounded like a sigh of relief, arching into your touch. "did you miss me?" you tease, and to your surprise, he nods.

for the first time, he glances up at you, eyes half-lidded and droopy, a smile on his face; a special one reserved for you, and you only. you lean down to kiss him, and even then, you could feel that smile. during your kisses, you get more curious, fingers spreading him open and having the intention on checking bruce's work, to make sure he was prepped enough for you. but, when you felt silicone, you paused.

pulling away, you move down to his jaw to save him the embarrassment of looking you in the eye, mumbling against his skin. "is this why you don't need prep?" you made it hard for him to answer as you pull and push on the plug inside him. he'd squirm and whine, tilting his head up to give you more room. you took that as a yes. slowly, you pull the toy out, putting it to the side. it wasn't very impressive in length, but was rather wide. you're not surprised. bruce liked a good stretch, he liked being able to feel it after. he wanted to be sore, so he could remember everything you did to him whenever he sat down.

you'll surely make that happen.

picking him up by his thighs, you set him onto the cold surface of the sink, lifting his legs up so his ass was visible. the back of his knees find their place on your shoulders, upper back pressed against the mirror behind him. a blush coated his cheeks, eyes looking anywhere but you. any other time, you'd make him stare at you. but, he was gotham's prince, and people will start asking questions if he just suddenly disappeared.

you unbutton your pants, and pull your boxers down, letting out a relieved sigh whilst you did. one more abrupt move in those clothes, and your dick would've ripped the fabric. and bruce would've snickered if he wasn't just as hard as you.

you hold his hips as a certain angle, an angle you've taken time to memorize, and shove your whole cock inside with a single thrust. your hips slapped against his ass, his body jolting and a choked moan━ no, a sob, escaping past his lips. his own hand smacks over his mouth, tears forming along his lashes, the overwhelming feeling of warmth washing over him as you filled him so easily.

he thinks it shouldn't be so damn easy. you shouldn't be able to dismantle him like this, hardly even trying, merely running on muscle memory. you knew everything, and that scared him, but at the same time, it made him feel so much comfort. you are willing to commit these things into your brain, just to make him feel as good as possible. physically, and mentally. it made his throat close up and his eyes water. what did he ever do to deserve someone like you?

it is ridiculous, how emotional you make him, but he can't help it. you were so fucking kind, and gave him whatever he wanted, even if he didn't ask for it. you can tell, you can read him like a damn book.

shit. he's been thinking for too long. your gaze flickers between hesitation and worry, leaning in close until your noses touched. the motion made you put more weight onto him, bringing him back to reality. "what's wrong, baby? am i going too fast?" a stupid question. this is exactly what he craved, and more. he shook his head, as if the answer was obvious, finding your hands and squeezing them.

the silent reassurance was all you needed, and the next half hour was a blur. he couldn't focus on anything, it all molding together, just like how you both were with each thrust given. his legs have fallen from your shoulders, now apart and resting at your waist. your hands held his neck, thumbs on his jaw to keep planting kisses over his lips and face.

bruce had come a few times, you using a paper towel to catch his load so none of it would stain his clothes. and, luckily, you were nearing your orgasm too.

he wanted it, he wanted it so fucking bad. he wouldn't be able to go through with the rest of this damned gala if he didn't have some remnant of you filling him. and god, once he does, a big, cock-drunken smile smears itself across his gorgeous face.

it was shaky, but never once fell completely.

you took care of him, as always, cleaning him and allowing him to come down from the high. you even brought deodorant and cologne. your new cologne. he gladly put on both. neither of you wanted to reek of sex the second you got out of this restroom.

"hey," at the sound of his voice, you turn to face him, glad to hear that it wasn't too strained. "can you.." a pause. then, instead of staring, you decided to look down, now seeing the plug from before in his hand. your eyebrows raise, signaling him to continue. "..please. wanna keep it inside."

with a hum, you smile, coming over and taking the toy from him. he'd turn slightly, sighing softly as your middle finger pushes your cum back inside him, then the toy following. it didn't take long, as expected, bruce chuckling as you tug his pants back up. afterwards, you both finally make your way out of the bathroom, hiding what you've done quite well.

though, the rare grin adorning bruce's face didn't go unnoticed.

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