Badussyussy

patrick bateman x male reader

synopsis: It was simply a fuck—you bending Wall Street's golden boy and using him like your personal toy—but for him? He became obsessed. WARNING: 18+ SMUT AHEAD

You never meant to wreck him.

Patrick Bateman—Wall Street’s golden boy, poster child of wealth and perfection—was never supposed to look at you like that. Not with flushed cheeks, bitten lips, and a ruined whimper stuttering out of him like a prayer. It was just a night. A quick fuck. You’d had better. You’d had worse. What mattered was that he wanted it, needed it, and you gave it to him.

Bent over his own $30,000 sofa.

Fingers twisted in his styled hair.

Fucking him open until he shook and sobbed and begged.

And then you left.

No kisses. No compliments. Just a whispered "You're welcome" and the click of your belt as you walked out of his penthouse and out of his life.

Or so you thought.

Michael Jackson x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: After the release of the movie, people have been dying to know what Michael Jackson has been up to during his retirement. During your granddaughter, Aliya's, 7th birthday, the older grandchildren ask you and Michael to do some tik tok trends with them. Content/Warnings: Fluff, Michael lives on, 2026, 67 joke. W.C. 1k Parts: Part 1, Part 2 (current), Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11 Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You and Michael sat by the pool as you watched the monsoon of grandkids splash about in the pool. You had taken one for the team and had given Michael the 10 children he said he always wanted, not that you were complaining. 10 children meant a lot more grandchildren, like a lot. Now not all of your kids had children, your youngest was still in college, but over half of them did. And you and Michael adored each and every one of them. It was little Aliya's 7th birthday, and she said she wanted to have it on the ranch, so here everyone was gathered around the large pool. 

The kids did tricks and flips off the diving board, played with super soakers, ate ice cream, had water balloon fights, it was the whole works. Michael had wanted to rent out the water park at disney, but Anika (Your second oldest, and Aliya's mom) had said it was too extravagant for the sweet girl. She preferred being on the ranch, she liked the familiarity of it and the comfort it brought her. 

This is how large Clark Kent is meant to be.

A true bear in human form. He has to duck down every time he enters a room, his shoulders are too wide to walk in straight through a door.

He tries to find oversized suits but it's next to impossible to find something that is an oversized fit. He towers over everyone. The only reason he's not been exposed as Superman is because of his hypno glasses.

It’s not something the Bat Family really learns about at once. Alfred notices first, naturally, and then Bruce.

It’s not anything sexual or even romantic, it’s a very intimate display of platonic and familial affection that he shows on gentle occasions. It’s not after a bad mission or shift, nor when someone is injured or having a bad day.

It’s also not a big, fancy gesture.

Bruce first received a kiss when he was having a slow, exhausting day dealing with dozens of the more tedious but weighty issues like kids running away from home due to an argument or a mother stealing for her sick child. It wasn’t all that unique, just heavier than usual.

Tim had been Robin officially for two and half months, not that he was counting, and had watched Bruce sit at the bat computer and noted that instead of instantly turning it on he paused for 3.7 seconds with his eyes closed and then proceeded.

He had smiled at his hero and while wiping imaginary sleep from his eyes he waddled over to Bruce, pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and said, “Make sure you sleep.”

Bruce was confused as hell.

Dick hadn’t been overly affectionate and the only time he came close to doing a similar gesture was when he bite Bruce on the shoulder.

Jason had been so nervous about any affection and had once cried for an hour when Bruce held his hand crossing a street.

What Tim did was casual, quick and filled with care. It wasn’t demeaning even if it was an action a parent usually gave to a child and not the other way around. It wasn’t apart of a concerning situation of Tim having an inappropriate crush, just… a soft kiss to the cheek.

Bruce naturally stewed on it for months.

Alfred received a kiss not long after when he took an energy drink from Tim and asked him to at least try coffee instead, his voice even got as close to pleading as Alfred ever would dare go.

Tim had been glaring, pissed off and irradiated one moment before he seemingly caught himself. He had sighed deeply and then stood on his tip toes and kissed Alfred’s cheek and promised to have tea instead while thanking him with his full heart.

It became a normal, if not uncommon thing.

Sometimes it seemed to be a way for him to say thank you when he was tired. His team learnt it quickly after they had a rather big trauma bonding mission. Tim was exhausted, his eye bags so heavy they went to his cheek bones, and his team mates had cleaned the kitchen fully for the first time since they had been living there in an attempt to help him relax.

Tim had smiled and went around to each of them where they were, spread out in their rooms or on the couch, and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, temple or crown and then went to his own room and slept for ten hours. Everyone was elated by this and they began trying to ‘earn’ kisses.

Those who felt or wanted more than a platonic relationship with him quickly understood it wasn’t about that when Bart nearly died and Tim stayed in his Robin persona until they were safe and alone, or to more specific, until he was able to give Bart a kiss on the head and he promptly fell into a ball of sobs and snot.

Dick was very upset when he found out about this and he himself hadn’t received one yet.

He watched as Tim got ready for school and gave Alfred a kiss on the cheek on his way out, the elderly man even leaning sideways and down without looking away from what he was doing.

Like it was second nature.

He met up with Bruce and it was the first time they had bonded about something after Jason had died.

That being: it was bullshit that Alfred got a cheek kiss every day and they didn’t.

Dick spent days, no, weeks trying to get one without asking for it and feeling weird. He didn’t want to be predatory to his little brother who didn’t quite feel comfortable calling Dick his brother yet and he grew up with a whole lot of affection and Tim hadn’t so he didn’t want to overstep

Fortunately, a very forward Cassie Sandmark pointed it out to Tim that he might not feel comfortable asking because of how some sidekicks and young heroes had been treated in the past. She mentioned this after Tim joked he was seeing how long it would take Dick to cave.

He instantly understood and wrote Dick a letter telling him that he was raised in a family where kisses were like hugs. Sure, his parents had faults and it was often in place of a hug, but they never failed to give him a kiss when he did something good and he loved greeting his grandmother with a kiss to her wrinkled hands.

He snuck by when Dick was reading it, dropped a kiss to his cheek and ran out of the room giggling madly as Dick started to give chase.

Bruce and Dick began to keep count of how many kisses they got when they noticed he’d always give them one when they did something healthy like sleep for eight hours or eat a full meal or actually wear a seatbelt. It was clear manipulation but Tim became Robin through manipulation, so they figured it was their own fault.

That’s how it went for a while.

The only people to not really get kisses was Jason and Damian, which no one fully blamed him for.

Yet both did have a kiss on their scoreboard.

Jason, after he saved a little girl no older than nine from overdose and wasn’t able to hide his breakdown from the observant Red Robin. Tim had pressed the kiss to his temple and held it for a second before leaving, not overstepping anymore than that. It reminded Jason of his own mother and it both helped and pained him more.

Damian got two, but the first was the only one he cared about. It was after he fully, properly rejected Ra’s and he was stuck in an American school and was forced to deal with the tradition of Mother’s Day everywhere he went. It had been like the world was teasing and tormenting him and he spent the day painting in his room. Tim had snuck in, placed a steaming pot of tea on his desk and pressed a kiss to Damian’s head.

He didn’t leave straight away but didn’t say anything, he just placed the jade cup Damian had broken the day before down all fixed with gold and then left quietly and calm.

The second time was less dramatic, it was when Damian had a cold and finally admitted it. Tim rewarded his brother, who yes he did consider as such, with the affection and then put on an animal documentary.

By the time Tim moved out the family had changed a lot.

Damian was no longer the ‘baby’ and the new ‘baby’ wasn’t as spikey as him.

So, as if overnight, Duke started to make his way up the leader board for the most kisses. It helped that while he did some insane things, he handled the insanity the most… healthily. Yes, he’d jumped out of buildings with no grapple, but he made sure to check where he would land first!

Dick and Bruce become far more infuriating after they take note.

Tim doesn’t mind about their competition, because he knows that his family knows he loves them dozens of times over.

and he’ll do a dozen takes under the guise of perfection, and although that’s partially true, he just wants an excuse to aid his fantasy. anything to relive the tension building in his abdomen and that ache throbbing at his girth.

pervy thriller!michael knowing you scare easily, and convincing you into watching a horror movie with him. and it’s all to watch you wiggle and squirm next to him, latch onto his chest or arm when the movie is too much for you to face. god forbid there’s a jump scare and you’re nearly leaping in his lap the way your entire body is scrunched against his. and he’s constantly sneaking glances at your cleavage whenever you jump in fear, watching the way they recoil and slightly spill over your top. mind you he’s scared too but saving face for the sake of perversion.

pervy thriller!michael intentionally wearing his short shorts low on his hips during the summertime so you can get a peak at his happy trail :3

pervy thriller!michael is always inviting you over for a sleepover, and of course at some point you gotta shower! he’ll stupidly ask la toya where you’ve wondered off too knowing damn well where you are, he just wants the satisfaction of the confirmation.

“she’s in the shower, michael.” her tone is flat and uninterested in whatever he’s plotting, not bothering to take her attention off of whatever task she’s invested in. and all he can do is hum in response, cause he’s already painting a scene of you in his rottenly perverted mind.

absolutely soaking wet, possibly sweaty from the heat of the shower. water rolling against the curves of your back and arching along the swell of your ass. thighs jiggling when you scrub against them with your washcloth, your eyes are probably closed in concentration making the task all the more intimate in his mind. and in the mist of feeding his wicked fantasy his senses finally catch on to the rose scented body wash that seeps through the crack of the bathroom door, and into nostrils. and he nearly whines when his girth begins to stiffen.

pervy thriller!michael assisting you in helping you out of your clothes, he’s only being a good friend. he can’t imagine how exhausted you are, there’s no way you could undress alone after a busy day! unzipping dresses, unbuckling belts, softly sliding off pantyhose, carefully slipping off shoes and he’s on one knee, staring though his lashes with his doe eyes. he even offers a foot message, a friendly one! he does it for everyone, he swears !!

pervy thriller!michael never failing to invite you to hayvenhurst for the summer, since you’re so close to the family n’ all. and he will sometimes catch glimpses of you by yourself in your element. maybe sunbathing in their back yard, laid in the grass. the shortest of shorts tuck themselves in between the nook of your ass, full thighs swallowing the fabric whole. your legs lazily swing in the air while you mindlessly read whatever book you’ve challenged yourself to finish for the summer. and like clockwork michael is staring—from afar. still inside, he peers at you through the window, nearly fogging the glass and ruining his vision with the way he’s panting.

thinking about bad!michael having a lingerie kink, and also a kink of seeing you in his clothes. so you kill two birds with one stone! minors dni (fem reader)

michael was a gift giver at heart, he loved to give—in more ways than one when it came to you. it didn’t need to be something you even asked for, a passive compliment at a dress you saw could reward you the brands entire collection when it came to michael.

although his gift giving was typically pure in nature, it doesn’t mean he never had himself in mind. cause he sure does when purchasing your lingerie. he’s purchased so much of it overtime, he’s had to get bill to pick up his items now cause he’s since been photographed with shopping bags revealing his preferred establishment.

he’s so impatient, trying to figure out when you plan on wearing certain pieces, and you have to tell him to wait, to enjoy the element of surprise. overtime you’ve picked up a habit of sharing his wardrobe, sometimes it was much easier to take something of his than to plan an outfit from your closet yourself. lucky for you, it didn’t take long to notice the way his pupils dilated whenever he saw you in an item of his. something you snagged the most was his varsity jackets, he had a ton, and one faithful night you had a wonderful idea.

you can’t remember a time where michael wasn’t busy, constantly consumed with his demanding career that needed everything from him. interviews, paparazzi, studio sessions, tour planning, you name it, it’s on his to-do. as his lover it’s only right to be the one to help wind him down, be his sense of grounding. what better way to relax his nerves than having a intimate night with his girlfriend.

he was under the assumption that your time in the bathroom was you prepping for bedtime, so you can imagine his surprise when the sharp clack of a stiletto heel snaps through the silence the room previously held. attention fully on you.

if his pupils could cartoonishly shape into hearts—they would.

the sight of you instantaneously shifts the air in the room, eyelids already weighted with lust, and his mouth salivating with need. he’d never deny the way you have him wrapped around your manicured finger.

his red and white varsity jacket hangs low and loose against your frame, revealing just enough to tease the mind. what lies beneath is a lacy black two piece he purchased not too long ago. the front of the panties embroidered with a red kiss mark placed directly where your hip is, and a dark pair of red heels to match. the lingerie set hugged against your body deliciously, the perfect fit, and nothing turns michael on more than perfection.

your shoulders involuntarily jerk when you huff out a chuckle, more than amused at his expression. mouth agape, hands mindlessly rubbing against his pajama clad thighs; hands must be clammy. even after all this time you still make him nervous, he’s crazy about you.

his eyes trace over your body, the adoration in his gaze prominent. with each stride, the sound of your heels seem to get sharper until the gap between he two of you is closed. his hands instinctively come to trace delicate lines to the back of your thighs before circling themselves back to your hips, he thumbs at the fabric carefully. his eyes finally lock on yours, “what is this all about?”

he’s now thumbing at his jacket, and he can’t fight he way his tongue runs across his lips. he’s never been good at saving face, he’s really blatant in his attraction towards you.

you shrug, “getting ready for bed s’all” your tone oozes with faux aloofness and he can only grin in response.

“wearing a jacket to bed?” his brows quirk in amusement.

“you can take the jacket off if you’d like?”

he bites his lip at that, palms slowly coming up to the collar of the jacket to slowly peel it off your shoulders, and you writhe against the fabric. it tickles! your breathing is slow and rhythmic as well as his. he loves his hair behind your shoulders, extended fingers grazing against your collar bones, he loves to take you in.

but then he remembers he’s in a matching peter pan pajama set, and something about it sets him off in a fit of laughter. the sudden shriek in his giggle has you nearly jumping out of your skin, “michael!”

his head lulls forward, forehead pressed to your bare stomach, and you naturally scratch at the nape of his neck.

“m’sorry. i feel silly” late hands clasp across his mouth, but i does nothing to conceal his laughter, and you can’t help but laugh with him when you realize what he finds so funny.

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