◇ pairing: yoongi x reader ◇ genre: smut, fluff, comedy, best friends to lovers ◇ word count: 10k+ ◇ summary: after a very unfair and unjust firing from his bartending job, yoongi just wants to soothe his sadness by spending some quality time with his best friend - who he is very much in love with. ◇warnings: surprise piercings. slightly drunken and unprotected sex. netflix and chill, so kind of but not really spoilers for stranger things and good morning call and OITNB. a lot of hand holding.
padme: look at finn being a part of the resistance! i’m so proud of him! he - wait. is he…
padme: he’s wearing a vintage beige shirt fashionably tucked into his stunning naboo ocean blue pants with the Gucci Resistance Leather Jacket and Louis Vuitton boots and a Corellian belt made from the finest leather in the galaxy…
padme: the aesthetic of the blaster strapped to his belt reminds me of my groundbreaking Geonosis look….he really did that. anakin are you seeing this. BAIL! breha! shmi! are you seeing this. this is beautiful
Mr. Waititi by Elicia Donze. Drawn in PS. Please do not remove caption.
[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Taika Waititi. Portrait is from the waist up. Taika is wearing a white denim jacket with a popped collar and silver snap buttons over a blue and white striped shirt. His curly silver hair is cut short. The background replicates Prado’s Mona Lisa with a view of soft golden and purple mountains receding in the distance.]
This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^) part two: here
weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality.
When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that
masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid
pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.
on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike
glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at
your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled
up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.
bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner
into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide
worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted
crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.
you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the
intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.
you say with an airy sigh.
doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not
even past noon ma’am.”
don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is
usually the only time I get to be alone.”
looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”
look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I
think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”
doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs
through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober
were you going to tell me?”
is probably the best option.”
you ever going to tell me?”
know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”
many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.
stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry
look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he
must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.
you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”
pushed me away.”
course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off
of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you
walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be
in the bedroom.”
around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something
that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the
moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions
out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the
rest of the boys would be home for dinner.
familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense.
Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar
footsteps of your husband to enter the room.
would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only
happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had
promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people
break his promise?
your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say
anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and
assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct
when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from
over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit
blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your
forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out
of you and rejecting his sweetness.
you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.
shake your head.
sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll
have Alfred make you some soup.”
don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he
shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.
stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more
comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against
the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see
every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck
that hadn’t placed there forcefully.
he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.
I say something?”
jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious
always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian
got here, but I thought it would be her.”
He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.
always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she
did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat
slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.
can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the
blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up
quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in
attempt to calm you.
would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I
shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”
were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to
times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”
looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been
reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.
know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it
would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I
can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your
tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to
wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just
waiting to get caught?”
doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.
at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold
enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you
wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the
honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina
has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”
was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the
sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in
shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face.
Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large
hand on your back trying to comfort you.
Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If
you felt that way you should have been with her!”
love you,” he says desperately.
you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have
he starts but he stops himself.
you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So
you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”
he shakes his head.
I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a
pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have
done, places I could have gone, and people who would have loved me, I
gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that
Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our
son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one
thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”
doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make
this situation better.
you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had
really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you
could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort
of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too
hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve
trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company,
and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for
us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”
didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”
isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom
door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll
come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”
you coming back?”
look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”
was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and
Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not
just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t
know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How
could he break his children even more than they already had been.
a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness.
If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here,
for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.
Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.
I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick
me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his
didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her
the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.
she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,”
Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on
the legs of his chair.
considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his
chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”
The three older boys questioned alarmed.
Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate
since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”
afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,”
the butler deflects.
something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.
cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.
frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to
the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.
only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for
him to begin banging on the door.
the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom
is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason
pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”
Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”
how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”
could use our brains?” Tim suggests.
need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door.
He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.
still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.
still intact isn’t it?”
pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the
dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.
Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the
edge of his bed with his head in hands.
man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a
slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s
shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.
man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to
explain how he’s taken their mother from them.
is mom?” Tim asks.
watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions
that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled
against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams.
He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look
like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry
boxes and perfume bottles. He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to
realize that something is off about the room.
walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty.
Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.
is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”
it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce
again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s
collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.
did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes
clashing violently with Bruce’s.
Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”
of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”
left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.
pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still
staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”
could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.
examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind.
His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?
having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around
Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The
stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his
all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”
gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a
purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it
makes his hair stand on end.
wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You
couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”
are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.
meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the
longer he holds his gaze.
examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it
together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his
younger brother and grabs his arm.
go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.
knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick
nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.
was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.
snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.
Bruce responds after a long pause.
shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”
locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in
the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”
nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for
a second before stomping out.
seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was.
At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse
was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy
that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have
been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.
when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You
quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the
distorted visage of four familiar figures.
You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.
The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your
stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.
you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.
were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of
flowers from behind his back.
all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys
into the home.
didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your
weren’t in danger.”
you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and
instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know
it can be unsafe.”
understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and
you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”
brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the
brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for
the each of you.
and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.
sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we
understand and we’ll be here for you.”
boys nod their heads in agreement.
smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank
request: nah i woke up and this concept popped into my head bc i’m 4ever alone + occasionally sexually frustrated bc of thomas stanley holland
short summary: tom makes sure u know how to take care of yourself while he’s away if u get my drift ;)
length: 1.8k words
warnings: this is smut. lol. slight daddy kink. a bit of choking.
A/N: this is my first time writing smut let’s hope all the times i’ve read smut have prepared me for this moment. amen. lol i half proof read this don’t come at me (also just got a new macbook yesterday so i’m christening it by writing smut LOL)
“I don’t want you to leave Tom,” you pouted. He would be leaving for Montreal in the morning to start shooting for Chaos Walking. Even though you were a major fan of the books and their author, Patrick Ness, you weren’t ecstatic at the prospect of your boyfriend leaving you for such a long period of time.
“You know I have to,” he replied with a sigh as he cuddled you tighter. The two of you had opted to spend the night in watching movies and soaking up each other’s presence for one more night. “But we don’t have to worry about that until the morning.” You simply hummed against his chest in response.
“But what am I going to do without you? Who will take care of me?” you mumbled with a frown. You knew you sounded clingy, but at the same time you didn’t really care. You wanted him to stay. Tom pulled away from you slightly so he could look you straight in the eye.
“I’ll always take care of you, darling. You know that,” he said with a serious expression. Of course you knew that mentally, but physically he couldn’t if he was all the way in Canada. He didn’t seem to understand, so you decided to show him.
Getting up and straddling Tom’s sitting form, it was your turn to look him straight in the eye. His hands instinctively went to hold your hips. Slowly grinding yourself down on him, your boyfriend’s eyes began to darken slightly with lust.
“You can’t take care of me like this, though, babe,” you whispered next to his ear as you dragged your hips excruciatingly slowly over his growing erection. Starting to leave a line of light kisses down his jawline, he stops you.
“Then why don’t I show you what to do while I’m gone, then?” he challenged, lightly stroking your slightly arched back.
“Alright then Holland, show me how it’s done,” you replied with a smirk. The second the word “done” left you lips, he threw you over his shoulder, taking you from the living room into the bedroom. Instead of dropping your body on the bed like you expected, he set you down in front of the full length mirror next to your closet. Oh.
Sitting behind you, Tom situated you so you were sat in between his legs. Taking a look into the mirror, you almost laughed at your appearance. You were clad in one of his t-shirts, a random pair of blue panties, and your favorite green fuzzy socks. Tom was sporting a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he rested his chin on your head.
“Don’t worry princess, daddy will make sure you’re all taken care of,” he purred softly. You shivered in anticipation as he moved his chin from your head to your shoulder, looking at each of your reflections in the mirror. “Does that sound good?” you merely nodded your head, but he gave you a brief slap on the thigh.
“Use your words, darling,” Tom reprimanded with a shake of his head.
“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. He smiled and softly stroked the area of your thigh he’d smacked.
“Why don’t we get this off then, hm? Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror,” he requested, tugging on the shirt adorning your body. You slowly lifted your arms, and Tom tugged it off of you, both of you watching his actions in the mirror with eager, lustful expressions.
“My beautiful girl,” Tom said breathlessly as he drank in your appearance. You’d forgotten that you ditched your bra earlier in the day and instinctively raised your arms to cover your breasts.
Tom frowned and halted your actions. “You truly are the most beautiful angel, you know?” he then gave u a brief kiss on the cheek as you blushed.
His hands started to travel south at an agonizingly slow pace starting at your chest as every sense in your body seemed to sharpen and electrify. The fact that he was making you watch seemed to awaken something inside of you. You could feel your panties dampening and he hadn’t even reached down there yet. A small whimper made its way out of your throat.
“Please, baby,” you whispered. Tom merely shushed you.
“All in due time, princess, all in due time.” Moments later, he had one hand between your legs, with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist protectively.
“Do you ever touch yourself, thinking of me, while I’m gone?” he questioned, the hand in between your legs stroking you inches away from where you needed him most.
“No, daddy,” you replied honestly. You always thought about trying it, but never felt it would be as satisfactory as when your boyfriend was there to do it for you.
“Hmm, while that’s the answer I love to hear, we’re going to have to change that aren’t we? I don’t want you to suffer too much while I’m away.” He started to leave a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your throat while still avoiding plunging his glorious fingers into your pussy.
Just as you were about to beg, his pushed aside your panties, too impatient to take them off, and began to viciously pump a finger, in and out. You couldn’t help the moan that pierced the air from your throat.
“More, Tom, I need more,” you moaned as your hips kept squirming and bucking up. His arm kept you from moving too far.
“I can’t give you more unless you keep still, darling,” he said with a slight laugh. It took everything in you to keep yourself from thrashing wildly to do as he said. You could feel his thumb resting on your clit and you desperately wanted him to do something, anything, to add to the pleasure you were feeling.
“Wrap your hand around my throat,” you said suddenly, surprising both him and yourself. Unsure of where that idea had come from, you strangely didn’t regret it. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more you wanted Tom do it. He, on the other hand, seemed unsure.
“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly, seeming to break out of the trance he was in. He stopped all movements to look at you directly through the mirror. But you nodded.
“Like…nothing crazy, but yeah. I really want you to.” you replied confidently. “I’ll just scratch your arm or something if it’s too much.”
After a few more seconds of deliberation, he removed the arm he had wrapped around your waist, raised it, and carefully wrapped his hand around your throat.
“Like this?” he asked, slightly weary. But you were just fine.
“Actually…just a little tighter,” you said quietly. He did as you asked, taking care not to completely block your airways. And you loved it.
“Perfect,” you sighed in content. He plunged back into your pussy, this time adding a second finger. With the added pleasure of him slightly choking you mixed with the delicious sounds of his fingers entering your pussy at a rapid pace, you felt yourself clenching.
After a few short minutes of bliss, Tom promptly removed his fingers, sneaking them to his mouth for a quick taste. You whined in protest, but he grabbed one of your hands, taking a two fingers and sliding them where his hands used to occupy. Guiding your movements, he began to help you get yourself off.
“Just like this,” he rasped as he guided your two fingers in and out. As soon as he helped you set a rhythm, he guided your thumb to rest on your clit, rubbing gentle circles. He then removed his own hand from the equation, instead fondling your breasts as you fingered yourself.
You spared a moment to glance in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and your eyes looked to be glazed over in pleasure. You watched as Tom squeezed and pinched at your nipples, his other hand still wrapped securely around your throat, letting out a borderline pornographic moan at the multitude of events occurring.
“See, darling, it’s not so hard. You know you love it,” he said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses from the back of your neck to your shoulder blades. It was all too much, you felt like everything was too much. But you didn’t want any of it to stop, quite the contrary you wished it would never end.
“T-Tom, I-I’m really close,” you barely got out. “Can I cum? Please?” you always had to ask him before you came, one of his rules.
“I don’t know darling,” he said as he gave you a once over. He could see you were on the verge of truly being wrecked. He smiled, loving the fact that you could bring yourself to unravel like this.
Not being able to deny you for much longer, he finally gave the permission you craved. “Go ahead princess, cum all over your pretty fingers for me. Watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he commanded as he forced your head upwards to look in the mirror.
The sight of yourself and your boyfriend behind you brought you to your orgasm, one of the deepest and most intense ones you’ve felt in a while. You couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open the whole time, but you kept working your fingers and rubbing furiously at your clit as Tom nipped at your skin.
The world seemed to come crashing down as your legs shook almost violently. Moans of Tom’s name and a colorful variety of curse words fell from your lips until your throat ached for air and a deep rest.
Tom replaced your fingers with his own as you came down from your high. Finally taking a moment to close your eyes and lean your head back into his shoulder to rest, you almost felt a bit embarrassed. You had like that a lot, and hadn’t known that you could make yourself feel that good. But you didn’t know if Tom was into choking like that.
When your breathing returned to normal and your orgasm was spent, he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them up to your mouth, he tapped your lips.
“Want a taste, princess?” he asked innocently. You nodded, opening your mouth, sucking his fingers dry while looking him dead in the eye. You could feel his throbbing erection against your back and smirked, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop. He groaned loudly.
Picking yourself up from the carpet and readjusting your panties, you bent over in front of his face to pick up your previously discarded shirt. Through the mirror you could see him ogling your ass, just as you anticipated. He was putty in your hands.
“Well I think I need a shower,” you said with a mischievous smile. “Would you care to join me?” Tom stumbled to his feet, his erection clearly showing in his sweats.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said quickly as he practically dragged to the shower and fucked you senseless.
please give me feedback was this good was this shitty how can i improve i would love to know! my first smut attempt so…sorry LOL. but hopefully will improve as i write more. also if y’all have any requests lmk :)