#but also red lights for bats ☺️☺️

[3abydolll]

Mistress Wayne

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x Wayne!Reader

Summary: Alfred Pennyworth is the heart of the Wayne manor. Nothing gets done properly without him. No one knows the Wayne siblings like him. And he attends to all of their needs with pleasure.

Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, masturbation, hangover!reader (orgasms help with hangovers). Kind of Sub!Alfred x Dom!Reader.

Word count: 1937

Author’s note: Since nobody seems to appreciate Andy Serkis’ Alfred Pennyworth enough to write him, I did it myself ☺️ Also, english is not my mother tongue. Any and every corrections of my orthography are welcome.

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You are Mistress Y/N Wayne, the youngest child of Martha and Thomas Wayne. You were just a baby when your parents died, and was send to your aunt when it happened, your mother's sister, that raised you as her own. Bruce refused to leave the manor, and was raised by Alfred, the trust worthy butler, that never ceased to visit you through the years. Always bringing you presents and news of your secluded brother.

When you grew into a teenager, you became rebellious. Not caring about anything but shopping, parties, boys, girls and alcohol.

Your aunt was strongly against this behavior, and tried to stop you, but this only made you two grow apart. You decided to go back home, to Wayne manor, when you turned 18 years old.

It's been 7 years since you moved back. You and your brother aren't exactly close, but you two are polite the few times a week that you bump into each other in the hallways, or at the dining table. Due to your unorthodox schedules.

You found out about Batman the first year you got back (it wasn't difficult), and you really didn't care. If your brother wants to dress like a bat and beat criminals, that's his business, and you don't get into other people's business, the same way you don't want people getting into yours.

Alfred learned that pretty quickly. He never tried to lecture you, knowing that you left your aunt because of that, and he didn't want you to leave your brother too. Leave him. He can't bear the thought of never seeing you again. So he did what every good butler does, took care of the manor and his young master and mistress.

Like today, at noon, you were still in bed. Resting after a night out with friends.

Knowing not to knock, Alfred entered your bedroom, using the light of the sun, that infiltrated the room through the curtains of the large windows, to guide himself, carrying a tray with painkillers, a big glass of pineapple, mint and kale juice, and a bowl full of cherries.

Fortunately, you hadn't brought anyone with you last night. Alfred hates to see you tangled on the sheets with some stranger. Sometimes strangers. Their hands on your body, the marks they left... But he greatly enjoy when you order him to accompany them out. He doesn't mind taking out the trash.

You were in only panties, curled on your side, snoring softly. The covers of the bed were on the floor, as was the silky red dress you wore last night, and your black stilettos.

You only entered the bedroom to sleep, but managed to turn it upside down anyway.

Putting the tray on your bedside table, Alfred began to tidy your room. Trying to ignore the effect that your practically naked body had on him.

Alfred may be a hot blooded man, but he is also a gentleman. So he didn't glance your way more than necessary. Even knowing that you don't care. That sometimes you want him to look, want him to desire, want him to touch.

When everything were in their places, Alfred went to leave the bedroom, but you stopped him.

"Alfred." Your hoarse voice called.

He turned to you, back straight and hands clasped in front of his body.

"Good afternoon, mistress Y/N." He greeted, keeping his eyes on your sleepy and pouty face. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to wake you." He apologized sincerely. "I brought you painkillers and a light breakfast." He gestured to the bedside table. "Is there anything else that you require?"

Hope warmed his chest, and all the way down his belt line, while he observed you getting closer to the side of the big bed, sitting up against the headboard and eyeing the contents on the tray. You picked up the painkillers and swallowed them with the help of the juice. 

After drinking half of the juice, you yawned and stretched, causing Alfred to have more difficulty in  keeping his composure.

Please, please, please, please, please. 

His intrusive thoughts begged.

"Can you open the curtains?" You sipped a little more of the juice.

"Of course." He obeyed promptly.

After letting all the sun light in, Alfred turned back to you, now properly illuminated... 

Please.

"Anything else, mistress?" His voice strained, and he cleared his throat. Trying to regain his composure, all while hoping for you to say the words that he was longing to hear, or for you to dismiss him, so he could take care of the growing problem in his trousers. 

"I think I need an orgasm." You simply stated, after thinking for a few seconds.

Thank god! 

"Right away, mistress." He didn't hesitate, walking to you while taking off the Wayne cufflinks that your father gave him, and rolling up the sleeves of his white button down shirt. 

Putting the cufflinks on the tray, he stood by the bed, trying to look less eager.

"How will you want it this time?" He enquired, managing to sound professional.

Putting the glass on the tray, you answered, simply.

"I think only your fingers will be enough." You laid back down, to be more comfortable.

Oh. So you must've had an unfulfilled affair last night.

These aren't rare. Mostly boys, rarely girls, with no finesse, sometimes with no experience, catch you attention, but are quickly dismissed once you realize that you won't get what you want from them. Leaving you frustrated.

Fortunately, Alfred is always there to bring you relieve, from the hangover and from their incapacity.

Alfred sat on the edge of the bed, looking at your face for any sign of hesitance. Even knowing for a fact that you never hesitate in this moments. An habit that never left him since the first time you asked him for pleasure. 

You had your eyes closed, hands beside your head, completely opening and trusting your body to him.

In this moment, Alfred allowed his eyes to wander. Taking in every detail of your angelic body. Perfect in his eyes. 

Tracing his fingers delicately up the inner side of your leg, Alfred felt pride swelling in his chest with the goosebumps that appeared on your skin.

He was completely hard and straining against the fabric of his trousers. So much that if he were younger, he knows that he would be on the brink of bursting.

Not wanting to tease, your butler brought his middle and ring finger to caress you over the red lacy pantie, that he now realized is almost completely see through. This made him trust his hips involuntarily. His body seeking relief against the pressure of his trousers. He bit his bottom lip to keep from making any noises.

You were barely wet, but Alfred would solve this problem shortly.

Continuing his caresses, he lowered his face to your breasts, were he planted a few innocent kisses, before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue over both sensitive buttons, taking even more pride on the way your breath quickened, and one of your hands grabbed his hair.

Hearing your tiny moans beginning to spill from your lovely mouth, Alfred subtly bucked his hips. Working himself up with your taste on his mouth and your wetness against his fingers.

When you began to move your pussy against his hand, Alfred knew you needed more. 

Taking your panties off with your help, he caressed your plump clit between his middle and ring fingers. Spreading your wetness. Never abandoning your breasts.

That made you moan louder, throw your head back against the pillows and grab his arm with the hand that weren't pulling his hair.

Moving to be on his knees over the bed, to have more leverage over your trashing body, Alfred intensified his efforts to bring you a marvelous orgasm.

Shortly after, his labour gave fruits, and something amazing happened. When the pleasure flooded your body, you called his name.

For a moment, Alfred really thought that he had come on his pants. His cock twitched so hard that he was convinced that he was coming, but fortunately he was spared of this humiliation. By little.

It was enough to weaken him, though. His body was trembling, his breath was shallow, and he had to use some effort to keep his elbows and knees from collapsing.

Walking you through your pleasure, Alfred came to a gradual stop. Keeping his body against yours for as long as possible.

When you began to move away from his touches, due to the sensitivity, Alfred retreated.

Taking some time to sit and recover his bearings, he took a deep breath. His cock was demanding attention, and though he wanted to beg you on his knees for relief, he knew his place. If you were interested in his pleasure, you wouldn't have asked for just his fingers. 

Another time... 

You are selfish, spoiled, and Alfred adores you. 

"Fuck, that was good." You exhaled, then giggled, sounding high.

Allowing himself to give you an affectionate smile, Alfred answered.

"It is always a pleasure to serve you, mistress Y/N." His adoration was oozing off of every syllable. "Do you need anything else?"

You huffed humorously.

"More sleep."

"Then a shall leave you to rest." 

Alfred unrolled his sleeves and putted his cufflinks back, then got up carefully, to not expose his erection. But before he could leave, you called him again.

"Here. You can take this with you." 

Turning, he saw your outstretched hand whit your panties dangling from your index finger. A knowing smile on your perfect face.

Alfred fucking blushed!

"Thank you, mistress Y/N. You are too kind." He cordially took your offering, feeling his arousal reach an almost incapacitating level. "Good rest." Alfred balled your damp panties in his fist and left your room before he really got on his knees to beg you to at least let him touch himself with you watching.

Hurriedly making his way to his bedroom, before anyone saw him in that state, he got in and locked the door.

In the same hurry, he undid his tie and yanked it off, undoing the first three buttons of his shirt, then collapsed on his bed. Back against the headboard.

He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and finally freed his leaking cock. It was so hard, so red, pulsing in desperation.

Bringing your panties to his nose, he inhaled deeply, savoring your addicting smell. Playing back in his mind what you just allowed him to do to you. Your beautiful noises. The softness of your breasts against his face, in his mouth. You fucking yourself against his hand...

Desperately, he jerked his cock, knowing he would not last long. Bucking his hips against his tight fist, he remembered the most sinful wonder that happened a few minutes ago.

You calling his name when you came.

Grunting like a wounded animal, Alfred came all over himself. The white heat of pleasure consuming his body and mind. His blue eyes rolling back as his body trembled and tensed, tensed, tensed... Then relaxed, finally sated.

Breathless, Alfred slowly lowered your panties from his face, after taking a last, long inhale. He made a mental note to put it with your other clothes, to be washed and delivered back to your drawer.

Looking at the mess that he made, Alfred took a deep breath, deciding to take a quick shower to wash all the sweat and come from himself, and make himself presentable again to go back to work.

✧*̥˚ Masterlist *̥˚✧

After all, the manor and the Wayne siblings need him.

[slasherwife]

Can you do a imagine with Thomas please and it's about him being over protective when Hoyt and Monty make gross jokes about her like how's she's really hot and it ends in a lot of smut please ☺️

OMG YES U ABSOLUTELY MAY💓💖💕also after my post on jealous!reader a while back, I’m not very comfortable writing a lot of smut 😖😖 I gave a bit though!!

Imagine Thomas Hewitt getting very protective over you...

Y/n has been a part of the Hewitt family as Tommy’s wife for a while now, and Hoyt isn’t exactly the gentleman he pretends he is… smut below!

Tommy is a sweet, gentle, and loving husband. That much is obvious. You are the light of his life and he hides his violent nature from you as much as possible.

But additionally, Tommy is very protective. To the point if anyone were to make you uncomfortable, they would have him to reckon with.

God forbid you come to him with the complaint of someone insulting or laying a hand on you. It’s very likely he would hunt them down without your knowing, and give them a brutal beating or even kill them.

His rage doesn’t discriminate. Even if Luda were to lay a hand on you, there would be hell to pay. Hoyt’s no different.

Tommy is not an agressive boy. He’s gentle, sweet, kind. He is all of these things all of the time, all except for this moment. But you knew he wasn’t angry with you. He would never. He stormed over to you, towering over your fragile form before taking your wrists in his hands, and taking you into his burly arms. He’s not the type to dramatically throw you over his shoulder and march off. He cradled you into his shoulder. You’re still his beautiful angel who needs to be safe. And right now you’re not safe, he’ll make you safe again Y/n, don’t worry

* * *

You weren’t far into the day before Hoyt’s leering eyes began following your form around the living room and kitchen. Monty was next to him, completely on the same page though they said almost nothing to each other.

Tommy was next to you, cleaning some dishes. Luda hadn’t trust Tommy’s large, clumsy hands with cleaning dishes until you suggested it. Who knew he could be so gentle? He turned to set a stack of wet dishes on the counter, just long enough to catch two pairs of looming eyes across the room. It caught him off guard, and he gave a double take. He knew a lustful gaze when he saw one.

He stared at them, and swayed to backwards slightly, gaining back his balance before throwing his shoulders back. He breathed out, studying them. He squinted, and Hoyt noticed this, looking over to him before yelling at him to get back to work. Tommy was hesitant, but he slowly went back to washing dishes, paying more attention to you, though you didn’t seem to notice Hoyt and Monty’s leer. He hates to turn a blind eye to your safety, he hates himself. But he wanted to protect your innocence, how you didn’t even suspect it. How sweet of you. Poor thing.

When you were putting away utensils, you dropped a simple fork. You hesitantly bent over to pick it up.

“Bend over for me one more time.” Hoyt called as you rose from the floor, and Monty laughed.

Sometime dark and terrifying bubbled up inside of Tommy. He was absolutely fuming. You looked over, gazing into his face. His eyes were dripping with blood lust, at how they dared to speak to his wife that way.

“Tommy, d-don’t—“

But he didn’t bat an eye, instead he was over to them in an instant. How did he get over to them so fast? Hoyt was being hung from Tommy’s whitening fist, clenched so tightly around his neck that Hoyt’s eyes began to turn red and bulge from his sockets. You wanted Tommy’s protection, but you never wanted Tommy to kill Hoyt for you.

You began to cry, those angelic eyes making Tommy all weak. Everything was in slow motion. Hoyt had been hanging there for a bit too long now, the light in his eyes starting to flicker dark. Tommy wanted to tear him apart with his teeth. He hates Hoyt. But you were just too precious. Too sweet.

“Tommy stop it! Stop it! Tommy!” Your voice roused him from his deep rage, and if you did not, he would have murdered his abusive uncle once and for all. He dropped Hoyt, and ignored his pitiful gasping for air and turned to you. You looked like an angel before him. But his pure admiration was cut short by the rage that bubbled up again. Hoyt thinks he can have her. But she’s mine. All mine.

* * *

“Tommy what are you doing?—“

“Mine.” He growled in that deep, smooth voice of his.

“Tommy please.”

“Not allowed to touch you.” He drawled as his caressed your thighs as you sat on top of the dresser of your shared bedroom, you staring up into those hungry orbs of his. “Me only.”

“Of course!” You exclaimed, cheeks red hot with embarrassment as you wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck. You pulled him close, and he ripped his mask off hastily, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck while you moaned into his ear. He rutted against you when you did that, his head spinning with growing lust as his huge bulge was grinding into your most private area, and your face was red and hot with pleasure.

“Tommy…” you moaned, and he pressed a kissed onto your soft lips while he undressed you.

“He can’t have you. No one can.” He growled, and you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for his to keep grinding against your core.

“I’m yours, Tommy.” You sighed, throwing your head back as his hands wasted no time reaching up your shirt to grip your cute breasts in his meaty hands, his skilled fingers pinching your sensitive nipples making you squeal with delight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he laid you softly onto your guys’s bed, hovering over you, locking you away from anyone else’s view.

After tonight, no one would look at you the same. Not after they learn that you belong to Tommy Hewitt.

[fujimen]

Hi. Józef. Hand him over 🤲🏼

(Tell us anything about him! Is he from an original story of yours? What is his role? His age? Anything you want!) ☺️

Ok ok so, first off - his name was originally Yuji but it evolved into Józef (Yuzew actually, but calling him Józef doesn't give an eyestrain to people not used to it) due to my messy handwriting - the way I wrote it it looked like Yuzi which sounds similar to Józio which is a diminutive to Józef. My cousin and sister made fun of that and it sticked.

He's from my original """"story"""" if you can call it that - its literally a sandbox for my OCs to play in with a cringe-ass-not-even-trying-to-be-something-more plot. I've created him when I was like 10-11 years old and originally he was supposed to be a son of Tenten and Neji XDD basically that story was supposed to be a Naruto spin-off kind of shit (now it really has nothing in common with it). But anyways. He's the apple of my eye and that kinda goes with being the mainest of main characters. The main cast consists of my 4 OCs and he's the muscle of the group, due to his superpower being the Power Of A Beat Down™. Because he's actually a demon. Yeah. Look, I told you its cringe. I thought a lot about giving him an element-based superpower but none of that didn't really suit him. So swift and merciless beatdown it is (or as I call it in polish - 'moc wpierdolu').

His age...... lmao back when I was younger I was like "yeah... he's 17. Thats such a mature age" but now that I'm older I just can't do it to him, you know. So I've changed his age to above 20, I don't really have an exact number.

He doesn't have a half of his left ear because I really wanted and NEEDED to humble him. That story is with me since 3rd or 4th grade, his character evolved from a courteous smart boy to an evil little shit that was so full of himself, showing off constantly. So I grew up and did what I had to do - gave him a cool permanent bodypart loss (if you can call an ear that. I blew it off) that I really like to accentuate whenever I draw him and I've also reworked his character so it doesn't change with the gust of wind and is more or less consistent (he's still edgy tho, I can't take that away from him). Gave him love for tomatos while I'm a tomato hater, peak character design right there

What else.. he can lie without batting an eye and he immediately goes beet red when flustered in any degree. He has a constantly judging, looking-right-through-you stare. And a stick up his ass. Awkward as hell. Swears like a sailor too (I thought I gave him a normal or slightly above average amount of profanities in his speech pattern but my friend told me 'he's so vulgar haha' and they were actually so right. That man won't hesitate to swear when he really doesn't need to). He's ugly but I still draw him like a sexyman or some shit. Thick and bushy brows, massive widows peak, permanent dark bags under his eyes, long and strong slavic nose (at least in my head, my artstyle can't really do justice to everything I imagine). Bored&fed up grimace on his face at all times. Literally an edgy red&black coded OC. He's tall as hell, like ~190cm and has a light muscular build.

Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to infodump about him 🥹

As an endnote here's a quick drawing of how he changed during the years