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bluujai · 1 year

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What if Patrick Bateman met a higher up (reader) that was part of a mob family? Thing is, the reader put actual work and dedication to climbing up the ladder in the company, that nobody would even believe him if so just tried rating the reader out. And once when Patrick went to dinner with his coworkers at Dorsia, he sees the reader in black like the rest of his family sitting in a booth, on Friday night no less; while he and the coworkers are at a regular table? I also like to imagine that though reader’s family is professional, they actually are functional rather than abusive

It’s a little idea I’ve had for a while now. Maybe after try Patrick tries killing the reader (not even coming close) it shifts into a smut?

A/N: Thank you Anon, for being my first request 💗!! Please keep in mind that I have no knowledge of how the Mafia works, just using google. As always, please DNI if underaged and reblogs and follows are always more appreciated than likes!! Enjoy~~

TW: Unprotected sex, smoking, drinking, mafia, dub-con, hate sex, no use of Y/N, blowjob, gun play, mirror sex, attempted murder, mentions of murder

Patrick absentmindedly spun the steak knife in his hand. He loathed every second he was there. He had agreed to a company dinner with his colleagues (half of them he didn't know their names). It was unbelievably tedious. Dorsia, the restaurant he was at, was full as always.

There was Halberstram, whom he didn't care for. Van Patten, Bryce, he was his only 'friend', and the certainly eccentric Luis Carruthers whom he hated with his very being.

And as for Paul Allen, he was unable to attend due to unforeseen circumstances.

To sate his boredom, he imagined slitting Carruthers' throat with the steak knife in his hand. A small grin appeared on his face. That should sate his bloodlust, for now.

His eyes scoured the busy restaurant. His eyes fell on a booth near the corner of the venue. A bunch of men clad in mysterious black clothes and dark fedoras. They were conversing hushedly, smiling and exchanging cigars. However, one face caught his eye.

It was yours.

It was definitely you. Your slick hair, perfect white teeth, prominent features, and brash smile. Your confident aura was unmistakable. What were you doing at a secluded booth? You should've been at this boring company dinner, especially since you got promoted to Co-President of Pierce & Pierce just recently.

Patrick thought that was quite peculiar.

Turning back to the table, he tried paying attention to the conversation, failing miserably. His mind and eyes kept wandering back to you.

Unbeknownst to him, you were also sneaking glances toward him. Your watchful eyes flickered back to his figure. You wondered whether or not to antagonize him. He could've been trying to infiltrate your Family.

"Hey. I see a guy starin' at us." You alerted the rest of your family. They became tense, tightening their coats and pulling down the brims of their fedoras.

"You wanna go check it out, Capo Bastone?" One of your associates said, exaggerating 'Capo Bastone'. You had recently become the Underboss of your family after the previous one had gone 'out of commission.

You thought about it for a moment.

"No. I'll wait until he makes a move."

During this time, Patrick had been staring at you. Watching your every move. It was like he was in a trance. He swallowed thickly as the tension in his pants grew tighter. After much uncomfortable shifting in his chair while sneaking glances toward you, he muttered an excuse and left the table. He walked to the bathrooms as the drunken groans of disappointment called after him. He pulled on his fashionable black leather gloves.

Your gaze followed his hurried form as you also wore your gloves. You stood up.

"Alright boys, I'm checkin' this guy out."

"Come back in one piece, Capo Bastone." They called after you.

You opened the door to see Patrick staring at himself in the mirror, face lightly glistening and red. He hadn't noticed you.

"I see you've been watchin' me for the last hour, Bateman." You emphasized his last name. He flinched almost unnoticeably.

"How do you know my name?" He asked quietly, refusing to look you in the eye.

"Everyone knows your name. You're Patrick Bateman, envious and jealously-ridden VP of Pierce & Pierce whose father 'practically owns the company.' " You mocked.

The last part of the sentence stood out to him. It was something Evelyn, his ex-fianceé, had said to him a while back in his private limousine.

"How do you know tha-"

"I know everything, Bateman. I got eyes all over. I am the Underboss of my 'Family' if you know what I mean." You stated, almost nonchalantly.

Patrick thought for a second. Then it clicked.

"You're part of the Mafia?"

"You can try and rat me out but no one will believe you since I actually worked for my position, unlike you."

That sparked something inside Patrick.

"What are you suggesting here? That my position was given to me on a silver platter?" His words dripped with venom. At this point, he turned around to face you and his heart skipped a beat. You were so handsome and cunning.

"Precisely." You smiled devilishly. Your mind drifted to the sleek gun you had under your coat. Just in case things go south.

"Now Bateman, I'm now suggesting that you leave me and my Family alone tonight. Or things will get ugly." You stated and turned around to leave.

As soon as your back was turned, Patrick pulled out a little silver knife and lunged toward you with a shout. You whipped around to see his bloodthirsty face. You grabbed his wrists to evade the knife that was aimed at your stomach. He stumbled as you parried to your right. You grabbed the concealed gun and pointed it at him. His expression immediately softened and fear replaced his bloodthirst.

You smirked.

"Tch. I guess you didn't hear what I said. I'll have to teach you a lesson you won't forget." You stepped toward him, still pointing the gun. He loosened the grip on his knife as he maintained full eye contact with you. With malice, he swung again from underneath unexpectedly. You growled as you kicked the knife out of his hands and the barrel of the gun met his beefy neck.

Your faces were barely centimeters away from each other as you stared each other down menacingly, only the sound of heavy panting audible. As you met his piercing gaze, the fear in Patrick's eyes slowly melted to arousal.

Why was this happening to him now, just after he was nearly murdered?

You sensed this and your demeanor changed as well.

"Getting turned on from me nearly killing you, are we?" You scoffed as you pushed the gun deeper into his neck. He groaned softly as his pants became tight.

"Words, Bateman." You warned.

"...Y...yes..." His voice was gravelly and low. Almost too quiet to hear.

Your lips neared his and met. His were soft. He tasted of expensive cigars and wine. He moaned softly as he tasted Marlboro cigarettes on yours. His hands roamed your back then to your hat. He pulled it off and ran his fingers through your hair. You groaned as your hands pulled off his coat.

Suddenly you yanked his tie, pulling him down to his knees. He looked up at you, shocked from the sudden movement.

"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you, Bateman."

You unbuckled your pants and freed your hard cock. You shoved it into his face.

"Get-get that disgusting thing away from me!" Patrick growled. He scowled at you. In response, you plunged it forcefully into his mouth. His eyes widened. You let out a long-held breath.

You started to thrust into his mouth as he whined, unable to speak. Saliva dribbled down his chin.

"If you use your teeth, I will hurt you." You threatened as you thrusted deeper. Even such a vague statement made Patrick's blood rush and head spin with fear and excitement but mostly lust.

The bathroom was filled with obscene slick noises and your low grunts.

Patrick's vision became slightly fuzzy as he started to run out of air. He gripped and clawed at your thighs and coughed into your cock. Patrick screwed his eyes shut. You pulled out with an erotic pop. He sputtered and coughed, wiping his mouth and chin. His chest rose and fell as he looked up at you with a dumbfounded expression, swollen red lips glistening with his spit.

"Stand up." You ordered. He obeyed reluctantly.

You hastily removed his clothes while sucking and biting his neck and shoulders, leaving bite marks and bruises. Patrick moaned softly. When he was bare, you drank in his beautiful form. He was toned and extremely fit, to your liking. Patrick averted his gaze, almost ashamed. He gulped apprehensively. What would you do next?

Answering his question, you flipped him over. His hands met the porcelain sink as he saw his naked body in the mirror in front of him. Just the sight of you fully clothed and him completely bare was nearly enough to make him cum there and then. You grabbed the base of his neck with your left hand as his ass backed up into your crotch.

"Look at you..." You whispered sweetly into his ear. Patrick refused to look. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look into the mirror. His face was flushed and sweaty, making his brown hair stick to his forehead and neck. His neck fashioned angry red marks all over it down to his collarbone.

"What a needy slut. I haven't even touched you and you're coming undone at the seams. How pathetic." You mused. Patrick whimpered.

Your hand snaked down to his cock, a pink shade. You pumped it painfully slow which made him let out a shaky breath. His legs shook. You grinned, loving the power you held over the notoriously ice-cold and emotionless Patrick Bateman who now was red-faced and needy for your dick.

You pushed the tip of your cock into him.

"Wait what are you- OH GOD! Ugh... Ack! That h-hurts! Get it out of me! Oh my God~" A string of unintelligible mumbling fell from his mouth as his head fell forward.

You pushed the rest of your dick fully into him as he moaned and whined like an animal in heat. When you started to move, Patrick gripped the sink so hard his knuckles turned white. He gasped and grunted, swearing and cursing under his breath. His back arched.

You increased your pace, bringing the gun you had in your free hand to his neck. Patrick moaned when he felt the cold metal against the burning skin. The gun clicked as it pushed into his neck. Patrick's head swam with pleasure.

"I could kill you right here right now, y'know. Fuck- I could shoot you and blow your fucking brains out and leave you here. The police would find your body, naked and everyone would find out how much of a slut you were," you panted. Patrick squirmed as his body rocked back and forth.

"I can see the headlines in the Times now. 'Wealthy Yuppie Found Dead in Restaurant Bathroom, Naked'." You stated breathily. You had infiltrated his head, Patrick's ego slowly breaking.

"I h-hate you..." Patrick breathed.

"I think you're lying Bateman. Your moans certainly give that away."

You rocked into him at an ungodly pace. Your hand fell to his cock, pumping it at the same pace you fucked him. Patrick screamed your name. He stared at his reflection the entire time, specifically at the gun pressed into his neck. This felt so surreal as he was usually the one doing the fucking, not being fucked.

"FUCK! I'm gonna come!" You groaned. His eyes widened.

"No! You can't cum inside me! I d-don't fuck! want your sickening cum inside me!" Patrick protested.

"Too late." It was the last thing you said before unloading inside him with a few last messy thrusts. The feeling of your twitching dick inside Patrick was too much, so he came fast and hard. His cum painted the once-spotless mirror white. Beads of sweat trailed down his chest and legs.

You pulled out as Patrick's legs shuddered. His face was red and he panted. You let go of him and put the gun away. He gripped the sink in shock. You tucked yourself into your pants and straightened out your suit. As you walked toward the door, you looked back at a shaking Patrick Bateman looking at his disheveled complexion in the cum-painted mirror.

"I'll see you again, Patrick." You stated simply before exiting. He said nothing.

After a moment, he started putting his clothes on, trying to process what the fuck just happened to him. It didn't feel real. However, the ache in his legs and the hickeys on his neck reminded him it was.

Regaining his composure and making sure he looked mostly presentable, he also left the bathroom. He made his way back to his table with his colleagues.

"What took you so long, Patrick?" Carruthers asked innocently. Patrick cleared his throat.

"I was busy." He lied smoothly.

"Patrick, are you okay? You're sweating." Carruthers pushed further.

"Yeah Bateman, you look like you've just had sex!" Van Patten joked.

"Hah. Yes. Funny." Patrick answered hurriedly. His mind was in a different place as his eyes wandered to your private booth.

You sat there, silently. Then, your eyes met his. You smirked. Patrick gulped as he felt himself get hard again.

"Excuse me." Patrick stood up abruptly.

"C'mon Bateman, where are you going?" Bryce grabbed his arm. He ripped it from his grasp and stared into his pale eyes.

"I have to return some videotapes." He stated plainly. As he made his way out of Dorsia, he never broke eye contact with you. He opened the doors of the restaurant and breathed in a gust of fresh evening air. It relieved him, but not for long.

"Already prepared for round 2, Patrick?"

He whipped around and saw your dark figure. He said nothing as he stepped closer.

"Yes."

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bluujai · 1 year

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WOW. JUST WOW.

Y/N "accidentally" leaving hickeys on Patrick's neck or staining the collars of shirts with lipstick, making him feel embarrassed around the office.

"Hey Bateman, nice hickey!"

"Damn Bateman, who's the lucky lady?"

Damn, I wish that lucky lady was me! 😭

"Damn Bateman, who's the lucky lady?" Craig McDermott chuckled before lighting his cigarette.

Tim cast a mischievous glance at Patrick and joked: "Somebody had a busy night, huh?"

Patrick just fixed his collar to hide a red mark on his perfect skin.

Damn (Y/N), what a bratty little girl, he cursed to himself and leaned back in his chair. Only one thought of you took him mentally out of the meeting room, as now he didn't hear the voices of his colleagues - only your sweet voice echoed in his head:

"'Gosh, Patrick, your skin is so soft," you murmured into his ear as your hands slid up and down his broad chest. "I love every inch of your perfect body."

He only gasped when your warm lips touched the sensitive spot on his neck. Flushed and excited, Bateman cocked his head to the side, allowing you to suck on his tender flesh, forcing his throat to shake in a muffled groan.

"Baby," was all he could mutter, his face was so hot and blushing, little drops of sweat ran down his sharp cheekbones. "P-please, honey."

"What do you want, Patty?" You licked his neck again and looked into his blurry eyes.

"Get lower."

It was not even an ask, but a plea that warmed your heart like honey.

With a cunning smile, you hugged his broad shoulders and planted a soft but pretty wet kiss on his buffed tiddies. God, they felt so delicious, so firm and toned. Patrick let out an impatient sigh, his eyebrows knitted together as you worked your way down to his abs, leaving little pecks here and there.

"You can be so pushy sometimes, Patty," you teased him, tracing a finger along his V-line. "But we have only just started."

You caressed his perfect abdomen, feeling his muscles tighten under your palms, his body responding to every tiny touch you made.

"(Y/N), a-argh!" Biting his lower lip, Bateman moaned as your wet tongue drew across his V-line, sending a million shivers down his spine. "Fuck, that feels so good."

You darted your fingers along his tanned hip, tugging at his smooth skin before moving up to his face and kissing him on the lips, consuming all the needy sounds he was making.

"Bateman? Bateman, are you even listening?"

"Yeah, sorry," Patrick shook his head briefly, ignoring the way his colleagues were staring at him. "Got distracted."

"So, what do you think of my business card?" David asked Bateman, tapping the card on the table in front of him.

Patrick put on his most fake smile ever and chuckled because he didn't give a fuck. "Impressive, very nice."

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bluujai · 1 year

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Hi! I saw your mafia reader x Patrick fix last night and now it’s gone, did you delete it? Just asking ! ^^

It got a community label, sadly. I'll try reposting it again.

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bluujai · 1 year

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100 Follower Special

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bluujai · 1 year

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It’s a little idea I’ve had for a while now. Maybe after try Patrick tries killing the reader (not even coming close) it shifts into a smut?

TW: Unprotected sex, smoking, drinking, mafia, dub-con, hate sex, no use of Y/N, blowjob, gun play, mirror sex, attempted murder, mentions of murder

There was Halberstram, whom he didn't care for. Van Patten, Bryce, he was his only 'friend', and the certainly eccentric Luis Carruthers whom he hated with his very being.

And as for Paul Allen, he was unable to attend due to unforeseen circumstances.

To sate his boredom, he imagined slitting Carruthers' throat with the steak knife in his hand. A small grin appeared on his face. That should sate his bloodlust, for now.

It was yours.

Patrick thought that was quite peculiar.

Turning back to the table, he tried paying attention to the conversation, failing miserably. His mind and eyes kept wandering back to you.

"Hey. I see a guy starin' at us." You alerted the rest of your family. They became tense, tightening their coats and pulling down the brims of their fedoras.

You thought about it for a moment.

"No. I'll wait until he makes a move."

Your gaze followed his hurried form as you also wore your gloves. You stood up.

"Alright boys, I'm checkin' this guy out."

"Come back in one piece, Capo Bastone." They called after you.

You opened the door to see Patrick staring at himself in the mirror, face lightly glistening and red. He hadn't noticed you.

"I see you've been watchin' me for the last hour, Bateman." You emphasized his last name. He flinched almost unnoticeably.

"How do you know my name?" He asked quietly, refusing to look you in the eye.

"Everyone knows your name. You're Patrick Bateman, envious and jealously-ridden VP of Pierce & Pierce whose father 'practically owns the company.' " You mocked.

The last part of the sentence stood out to him. It was something Evelyn, his ex-fianceé, had said to him a while back in his private limousine.

"How do you know tha-"

"I know everything, Bateman. I got eyes all over. I am the Underboss of my 'Family' if you know what I mean." You stated, almost nonchalantly.

Patrick thought for a second. Then it clicked.

"You're part of the Mafia?"

"You can try and rat me out but no one will believe you since I actually worked for my position, unlike you."

That sparked something inside Patrick.

"Precisely." You smiled devilishly. Your mind drifted to the sleek gun you had under your coat. Just in case things go south.

"Now Bateman, I'm now suggesting that you leave me and my Family alone tonight. Or things will get ugly." You stated and turned around to leave.

You smirked.

Why was this happening to him now, just after he was nearly murdered?

You sensed this and your demeanor changed as well.

"Getting turned on from me nearly killing you, are we?" You scoffed as you pushed the gun deeper into his neck. He groaned softly as his pants became tight.

"Words, Bateman." You warned.

"...Y...yes..." His voice was gravelly and low. Almost too quiet to hear.

Suddenly you yanked his tie, pulling him down to his knees. He looked up at you, shocked from the sudden movement.

"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you, Bateman."

You unbuckled your pants and freed your hard cock. You shoved it into his face.

"Get-get that disgusting thing away from me!" Patrick growled. He scowled at you. In response, you plunged it forcefully into his mouth. His eyes widened. You let out a long-held breath.

You started to thrust into his mouth as he whined, unable to speak. Saliva dribbled down his chin.

"If you use your teeth, I will hurt you." You threatened as you thrusted deeper. Even such a vague statement made Patrick's blood rush and head spin with fear and excitement but mostly lust.

The bathroom was filled with obscene slick noises and your low grunts.

"Stand up." You ordered. He obeyed reluctantly.

"What a needy slut. I haven't even touched you and you're coming undone at the seams. How pathetic." You mused. Patrick whimpered.

You pushed the tip of your cock into him.

"Wait what are you- OH GOD! Ugh... Ack! That h-hurts! Get it out of me! Oh my God~" A string of unintelligible mumbling fell from his mouth as his head fell forward.

"I can see the headlines in the Times now. 'Wealthy Yuppie Found Dead in Restaurant Bathroom, Naked'." You stated breathily. You had infiltrated his head, Patrick's ego slowly breaking.

"I h-hate you..." Patrick breathed.

"I think you're lying Bateman. Your moans certainly give that away."

"FUCK! I'm gonna come!" You groaned. His eyes widened.

"No! You can't cum inside me! I d-don't fuck! want your sickening cum inside me!" Patrick protested.

"I'll see you again, Patrick." You stated simply before exiting. He said nothing.

Regaining his composure and making sure he looked mostly presentable, he also left the bathroom. He made his way back to his table with his colleagues.

"What took you so long, Patrick?" Carruthers asked innocently. Patrick cleared his throat.

"I was busy." He lied smoothly.

"Patrick, are you okay? You're sweating." Carruthers pushed further.

"Yeah Bateman, you look like you've just had sex!" Van Patten joked.

"Hah. Yes. Funny." Patrick answered hurriedly. His mind was in a different place as his eyes wandered to your private booth.

You sat there, silently. Then, your eyes met his. You smirked. Patrick gulped as he felt himself get hard again.

"Excuse me." Patrick stood up abruptly.

"C'mon Bateman, where are you going?" Bryce grabbed his arm. He ripped it from his grasp and stared into his pale eyes.

"Already prepared for round 2, Patrick?"

He whipped around and saw your dark figure. He said nothing as he stepped closer.

"Yes."

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bluujai · 1 year

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THANK YOUU!!

Thank you guys for 100 followers!! I cannot believe the amount of love and support for my work I am receiving.

I will write a 100-follower smut + fluff fic now!! It will definitely come out after I finish a request I'm working on currently. I have had writer's block for some time now but this gave me the motivation to write more! Once again, thank you all so so much 💗

#thank you #100 followers #patrick bateman #american psycho

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bluujai · 1 year

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69???? Funny number?????

(For real though, thank you all for the unending support for my writing!! Working on a request now, it will be out soon 💗💗)

#followers #likes #thank you #love you all

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bluujai · 1 year

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THE PERFECT COMBO OF BOTH SMUT AND FLUFF!! TOTALLY RECOMMEND TO ANY AND EVERY PATTY BATEMAN LOVER EVER 🙌

No One but You 🖤

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Even a man like Patrick Bateman needs some love and care when he's sick.

◥ CONTAINS: (S)picy Fluff with Feelings🔥

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

◥ A/N: Since I'm terribly ill and the only thing that warms my heart is thinking about Patrick - I dreamed of taking care of him when he was sick. Also, I was inspired by this headcanon written by @bluujai 💗 I hope you like it!

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

Imagine you heard his suspiciously hoarse voice while you were talking to him on the phone; you would ask him "is he okay?" and of course he would say he's more than okay - "nothing to worry about". But you wouldn't believe him, and right after that you would take a taxi to his place, even if it was pouring rain outside - you wouldn't care.

All the way to his apartment, you thought about how to persuade this stubborn idiot to accept your help and let you take care of him. Soon you were standing at the door of his apartment, the concierge had already warned him of your arrival.

Patrick slowly opened the door, his tired face only confirming your concern about his health. "(Y/N), I have no idea why you came, because I don't remember inviting you."

His grumpy intonation disappointed you at first, but then you glanced at him, noticed how red and puffy his eyes were, and something cracked in your chest, so you just pressed a hand against his abnormally hot cheek.

"You won't let me come in?"

"If I don't, I'll have to listen to your whining for almost … forever?" He tried to laugh but coughed heavily instead.

Without more words, you stepped into his apartment and held his shoulder, this time he didn't even try to fight.

"Do you have all the medicine you need?" You asked as you led him to his white couch, patting his back and feeling how wet the expensive fabric of his robe was.

Damn, he definitely had a fever.

"The doctor just left," he exhaled, resting his head on the back of the couch. "He gave me a list of meds that I think could compete with some novels in length."

You just nodded sympathetically, causing his eyebrows to knit and his voice to drop even lower: "Hey, don't look at me like that, I don't need that pitying glance!"

"I didn't… " you started to explain your genuine worry about him when you decided to leave this idea and just move on. "Give me the list, I'll go to the pharmacy."

"It's very rainy outside," he muttered, brushing the sweaty curls from his forehead. "You don't have to."

"Just give it to me, okay?"

Bateman gasped, pointing to the coffee table. Quickly, you picked up the list and left the apartment as suddenly as you had arrived.

Several hours later, you lay next to him, stroking the top of his head as he finally fell asleep. His heavy breathing made your heart sink as you wanted nothing more than to ease his pain and help him feel better. From time to time, you tugged the blanket around him, checking his forehead and feeling sad when it literally burned under your touch.

Still upset, you would get up from his bed and go to the bathroom to get a piece of cloth and soak it in cool water. Then you pressed it against his hot forehead and gently brushed away his messy hair. Asleep, Patrick would let out a sigh of relief and snuggle into your palm as you caressed his face, mumbling nearly audibly:

"It's going to be okay, my love," you kissed his nose and continued to brush his cheekbone. "I will be here for you. I always will… "

After saying that, you took his palm and pecked it lightly, and even though he couldn't hear you because he was asleep, his lips curled into a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat. Jesus, he looked so vulnerable right now, so small, so helpless. You couldn't help but kneel down beside his bed and hug his sleeping form tightly, whispering something sweet into his ear.

Certainly, you had to take a few days off to make sure that Patrick was getting better. And he did, but his behavior seemed weird to you, especially when you noticed that you talked more in your conversations than he did, and it was not because he was sick, no. He was just very confused. Confused and out of touch because he wasn't used to be so vulnerable, so exposed. The way you cared about him was both shocking and heartwarming, but it was too difficult for him to accept, too damn difficult.

"I'm going to make chicken soup this time. My grandmother used to cook it for me when I was sick." You glanced at Bateman, who was sitting next to his kitchen island, looking better than he had a few days ago.

"Mmm, that's nice." He replied almost emotionlessly.

With a sharp breath, you placed a kitchen towel on the counter and stood across from him.

"Patrick, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he covered his mouth and coughed a little. "But if you keep asking me questions like that, something will really go wrong."

For some reason, the last sentence he said was exactly what you were waiting for. It was so him, so cheeky, so Patrick.

You didn't react, though, as you decided to continue cooking, peeking at him from time to time as he read the newspaper.

That night there was a huge thunderstorm, you woke up every time the lightning flashed in Patrick's bedroom. Sniffling, Bateman slept like a baby on his side and you couldn't resist drawing some invisible lines on his broad back, ohhhh he was so huge, just a pile of buffed muscles. You smiled to yourself at the delightful sensation of his soft skin under your fingers, and then you tried to sleep as much as you could.

But it didn't last long. When the loud clap of thunder echoed off the walls of his bedroom, you almost jumped, but his strong arms held you still. Breathing heavily, you tilted your head to the side to meet his eyes, now even more mesmerizing with the flashes of lightning reflected in them.

"Hmm, I even forgot that my little girl is not a fan of thunderstorms," he murmured before pressing his warm palm to your cheek. "Don't worry, I'm here."

God, he always knew what to say, especially in moments like this.

"I … I didn't mean to wake you. Are you feeling better?"

He nodded and pulled you closer, his muscular arms now roaming around your shivering little frame, outlining the shape of your curves, paying special attention to your hips.

When Bateman reached your butt, he gave it a few playful squeezes that made your head spin like a tornado. "Patick…you need to rest, you haven't fully recovered and…"

And he just cut you off with the tender kiss on your lips, turning you on your side to get closer and letting you wrap your hands around his torso. Bateman enjoyed every second of your lips moving against each other as he did his best to be gentle and not press you down with his weight. Closing your eyes, you moaned passionately against his mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue inside you.

It was so overwhelming.

Your bodies twisted together like snakes as you didn't stop touching each other for a second. Sucking on your lower lip, Patrick suddenly brushed his palm against your breasts, teasingly pinching your nipples, and that was the last drop of self-control.

"Mmmhm, Patrick!" As you moaned, he quickly towered over you and pulled up your pajama top, exposing your heavy boobs.

"How I missed this." He purred so sexy before catching one of your nipples between his fingers, twisting it so skillfully, and taking another in his hot mouth.

"Ohh … y-yes … mmm, Patty … yes."

It didn't take long for you to turn into a whimpering, dripping mess as you writhed on his big bed and watched him play with your swollen nipples the way he liked. Panting, Bateman would switch between your little tips, sucking them greedily and then licking them barely sensibly.

When Patrick felt your body tense like a spring, he planted a sloppy kiss on the hollow between your bobs and then murmured: "Baby girl, do you want me … there?" He punctuated the last words with a noticeable push on your pubic bone, forcing your lungs to cramp.

"Patty," you stroked his flushed cheek, brushing away his brown strands. "You don't have to…"

"Shhh," he nuzzled your nose with his own. "I allowed you to take care of me, now let me take care of you, sweetheart."

Trembling, you had to crease the sheets beneath you as his experienced fingers began to play with your oversensitive bud. You moaned again and again, each time louder than the one before.

Patrick was gently kissing your face, watching you close your eyes in pleasure. "I love seeing you like this, honey. Such a perfect little angel." Bateman mused into your ear before he leaned down to your tits and repeating his ravenous assault on them once more.

"A-awwww!" you whimpered, arching your back as he nipped at one of your nipples, his fingers starting to rub your clit more intensely, causing a slick sound to mix with your lustful squeals. "I'm so c-close, mmm-aah."

"I know, honey." He moved up to your face and gently looped his hand around your neck, letting you rest your head on it.

"Mmm, P-Patrick," you looked into his eyes, balancing yourself on the edge, desperately trying to hold onto his firm body. "P-Please…"

Affectionately, Bateman smooched your temple and whispered in a demanding tone. "Cum for me, baby … just like a good girl you are."

The way his finger pads brushed against your little tip was almost unbearable, not to mention when Patrick pressed his forehead against yours, speeding up his ministrations to the maximum.

A coil in your lower abdomen finally snapped, and you couldn't help but wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer. It seemed as if the walls of your womb were spasming countless times in a row, and you trembled under him like a little kitten. To calm you down a bit, Patrick locked his lips on yours, kissing them, licking them, tugging on your lower one. You were kissing for almost an eternity, until your lips were swollen, and your lungs ached from lack of oxygen.

Later, you lay on his broad chest, his big palm caressing your forehead.

"Patrick … "

"Hmm?"

You pecked at one of his beefy tiddies before continuing: "I love you."

He didn't answer, but you could feel him smiling against your forehead, and there was nothing more to add.

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Work Friends (Part 2/3) - Sub!Patrick Bateman x Dom!Male!Reader

A/N: Here is part 2!! Again, please DNI if you are underaged. Reblogs and follows are always much more preferred than likes! Enjoy this part~~

TW: Degradation, unprotected sex, praise, teasing, overstimulation, drunk sex (slight dub-con), fluff at the end, no use of Y/N

You attacked his neck with your lips, leaving angry red hickeys and bite marks. Patrick moaned appreciatively as he turned his head to the side to give you better access. You sucked on his collarbone, then his neck, jaw, then earlobe, groaning.

"AUGH! God- please! F-fuck me, sir! AGH~" Patrick whined.

"Jesus Bateman, so impatient. All I did was give you some hickeys, too. However, I'm feeling nice so I'll do as you please." You smirked as you lined up your dick with his entrance.

Without warning, you slammed into him.

"AH- GOD! D-don't do that without warning me! Y-you pathetic- FUCK- scum!" Patrick's back arched. His muscles stretched with his movement.

"Getting a dirty mouth, are we? I'll have to punish you for that, Bateman..."

Suddenly, you fucked into him at inhuman speeds. Only the sound of skin slapping and Patrick's erotic moans were heard in the room. He scratched at your back, leaving red marks with his nails. You took your free hand and grabbed his chin forcefully.

"Look at me, Patrick. Let me see all of you while you come undone."

Patrick looked into your eyes and had to force himself not to cum right then and there. Sweat glistening on your forehead and cheeks pink. You looked almost, relaxed.

Patrick on the other hand was the opposite. Salty tears were escaping from the corners of his eyes while his mouth produced almost animalistic moans. His face was pink and sweaty and his usually gelled hair was sticking to his forehead, framing his face like a priceless painting.

He may as well have been a painting because you wanted nothing more than to keep this image of the notoriously calm and calculated Patrick Bateman coming undone with your touch perfectly preserved in your mind.

The only thing present in Patrick's mind was the immense pleasure he felt. He was completely dumb. Incoherent and barely audible swearing and gibberish fell out of his mouth as his sensitive thighs became sore from being in one position on his back for so long.

You continuously abused his prostate as Patrick met your thrusts with his hips. He felt your dick twitch and knew what was coming.

"I-I'm coming! Please, let me cum! Please, sir!" Patrick's throat was going raw because he was screaming so much.

"I'm gonna cum too, Patrick. Just hold on for a little, yeah? You can do it, I know you can." You breathed out.

That little bit of praise kept Patrick going for a little while until your thrusts became sloppy and slowed down.

"I'm coming! Cum with me Patrick, baby..."

That was all it took for Patrick to release his load all over you and himself. Both yours and his toned abdomen had white streaks all over it. You came with a long groan inside him, painting his insides white.

No one moved for God knows how long. You stayed inside him as Patrick tried to regain his composure. Slowly, you began to move again. Patrick gasped.

"AH!~ What-what are you doing! Augh... please, no more!.." He writhed under you, shuddering from the overstimulation.

"You can cum for me one more time, can't you baby? C'mon Patrick..."

You quickened your pace as he panted. His dick grew hard again as you move in and out of his slick entrance. Your stamina was shortened from cumming once before so you couldn't last as long. Before long, your dick twitched again.

"Shit... I'm gonna cum again Patrick..." Your breath was ragged and shallow.

"ACK- me too, sir! Harder!"

You obeyed and rammed into him, Patrick arching his back and moaning shamelessly. After 2 more thrusts, you came all over his stomach as he did as well. You scooped the cum off his stomach and shoved your fingers into his mouth. He sucked them obediently, tasting his arousal on his tongue. You groaned.

As you pulled out, he whimpered. You laid on your back as you brought him to your chest. He snuggled into the crook of your neck.

"I'm so proud of you, Patrick... You did so well for me, darling..." You pet his head as he leaned into your touch.

He sighed, content. His mind was fuzzy as he felt like he was on Cloud 9. All of his walls had been torn down and he bathed in his bliss. You grabbed his chin gently and left a tender kiss on his swollen red lips. He reciprocated. Both you and Patrick smelt of sweat and sex as you cuddled into each other.

Is this what it felt like... to love? To feel normal?

Patrick thought drowsily.

The whiskey. It has to be the whiskey.

These foreign feelings swirling inside him like butterflies were uncomfortable, but pleasant at the same time. He was too tired to care or ponder it's meaning, however.

So, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep on top of you.

You did too while stroking his soft brown hair.

However, both you and Patrick dreaded the morning to come, subconsciously.

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Work Friends (Part 1/3) - Sub!Patrick Bateman x Dom!Male!Reader

A/N: Since people wanted more Sub!Patrick smut, as and you shall receive my friends! This will be 3 parts! DNI if you are underaged!! Reblogs and follows are always appreciated to help get my work across to as many people as possible! Enjoy~~

TW: Blowjob, degradation, praise teasing, choking, swearing, slight homophobia, drunk sex (so slight dub-con), no use of Y/N

"Alright Bateman, you ready?"

"Yep. Let's go."

Patrick had agreed to dinner with you, one of the heads of Pierce & Pierce. For work purposes, obviously. To talk about trades, you weren't sure. He was surprised that you didn't mistake him for Halberstram or Allen, or whoever. His ego was slightly hurt when he saw you in all your glory. Smug face, Oliver's People glasses, slick hair, and a ridiculously expensive Brioni suit. As you both walked out of the P & P lobby, he admired your confident walk.

"Hey Susan, baby, I love that skirt." You clicked your teeth at a blonde woman and she smiled. Patrick clenched his jaw and swore internally. Why did he agree to this?

A violent storm was raging outside, lighting and thunder ever-present. Patrick opened his black umbrella and so did you.

You hailed a cab and rode quietly to the restaurant.

"What place did you say this was again?" Patrick asked monotonously.

You grinned.

"Dorsia. I know the guy who owns it and gave us not a table, but a booth."

"Oh. I see. Very nice."

Patrick smiled politely, but inside he was boiling. How did you manage to get a reservation at Dorsia at a booth at 8PM?

The rest of the cab ride was silent.

-~-~-~-

"Thank you so much. Here, keep the change." You handed the driver a twenty. Both of you got out and re-opened your umbrellas.

As you walked into the oak doors of Dorsia, Patrick stewed in his jealous rage. You put your umbrellas on a little rack. The maître d' lead you to your booth and took your coats. The booth was elegant and minimalist. It was in a more secluded and private area of the restaurant. You and Patrick sat down facing opposite each other. You shifted uncomfortably while Patrick stared at you coldly.

"What did you want to talk to me about that I needed to make a reservation at Dorsia for, Bateman?"

Patrick swallowed. What did he want to talk about? He must've had a reason, surely.

"N-nothing. Just... Wanted to get to know you better."

You blinked dumbly.

"So... Like a date?"

Patrick had to do a double-take.

"Wh-what? No, no of course not. I'm not, like, one of those queers..." He muttered. After a moment, you laughed.

"Why would you be? You, of all people! Gay? You're too good for that, Bateman! Besides, I was just kidding."

This praise (albeit homophobic), made Patrick's chest tingle.

"Let's, uh, rein in the homophobic comments a little, then." Patrick chuckled.

He loosened up a little after that. You both talked and laughed like old friends drink after drink. Patrick finally felt... human. Real. Both of you had lost all sense of time, whiskey buzzing in your veins. Soon, the same maître d' came to your booth.

"Gentlemen, I am so sorry to bother you but I'm afraid it's closing time. I must ask you to leave. Here is your check."

"Has it really been that long? Thanks, darling. Here's my card." You handed her a golden credit card. Patrick gulped slightly drunkenly.

"No, no, I can't let you pay by yourself. Here take mine t-"

"No, please. I can take this, Bateman." You put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Patrick looked at you and stopped.

After you paid the immense bill and tipped the maître d' $50 (Patrick swore under his breath), you left Dorsia.

The sky was dark now but it was still raining. You opened your umbrella and Patrick was about to do the same when he realized.

Fuck.

He forgot his umbrella inside.

Patrick turned around abruptly towards the oak doors just to find it to be locked and the lights turned off inside. He would have to retrieve it tomorrow, it seemed. As he turned away from the door, he observed the rain. It was pouring down in thick droplets, almost creating a wall of rain.

"Everything alright, Bateman?"

Now he realized, he would have to share an umbrella with you. He wasn't about to risk dampening and ruining his Valentino suit and coiffed hair.

"I left my umbrella inside and now they're closed. How clumsy of me. Do you... mind if I share with you?" Patrick asked, almost timidly. His heartbeat quickened. What was happening to him? You thought for a moment.

"Of course Bateman! My pleasure. Wouldn't want you to ruin that perfect outfit of yours!" You chuckled and motioned him over.

Patrick hurriedly joined you under the umbrella. Both of you were quite tall, so it was cramped. Your shoulders constantly brushed upon each other and so did your hands. Patrick looked toward the street emotionlessly, to avoid any awkward eye contact.

The streets were empty at this time of night so it was impossible to hail a cab. After about 20 minutes of waiting and shuffling around you piped up.

"Hey, you don't live very far right? I'll walk you to your apartment. The American Gardens building on-"

"55 West 81st street, yes."

Patrick answered hurriedly. All of this contact with his upperclassman was driving him crazy for some reason. Bloodlust or sexual attraction, he wasn't sure. It was infuriating, everything about you. He wasn't gay, right?

It must be the alcohol. It must be. God, I shouldn't have drank that much. Patrick cursed himself.

As you both walked down the street in the rain in silence, Patrick was dying on the inside as every step he took caused your shoulder to brush against his.

"Patrick." He broke the silence after a while.

"What?"

"Call me Patrick. I think we're past a last-name basis now."

"Alright, Patrick."

The way you said his name sparked something in him. The way it so easily fell from your soft lips. It was perfect.

Patrick bathed in the thought of you saying his name over and over again until both of you reached his apartment.

"Okay, we're here, Patrick. You've been a real laugh tonight. We should do this again some other time!" You stood opposite of him in front of the iron doors of his apartment building.

"Yes. We... should." Patrick gulped.

"Why so hesitant, Patrick?" You smiled that smug smile of yours, eyes shining under the yellow street lights.

He snapped.

"Listen, I don't know what kind of game you're playing here. You are just so irritatingly charming, polite, and handsome! And that smile... That smile! What are you doing to me?! Why?! You've been driving me insane this entire night with your... your... charms!"

You stood there, dumbfounded. So did he.

"You think... I'm charming, polite, and handsome?"

Patrick stopped.

"Y-yes..."

"I thought you weren't 'one of those queers'."

"I'm not! It's just-it's just... you! Or the... or the damn whiskey we drank tonight!"

"You and I both know it's not the whiskey, Patrick."

His breath hitched in his throat.

"I think... you're attracted to me."

You took a step towards him, faces now inches away. Patrick could feel your whiskey-scented breath against his nose.

"Can I kiss you, Patrick?"

He stayed silent, face emotionless.

"Say my name again." He breathed out finally.

"Patrick..." You whispered.

"Again."

"Patrick..." You whispered again, now barely audible.

Patrick smashed his lips against yours, letting out a deep moan. Teeth clashed and tongues danced together. Your hands fell to his back as he reached for your neck. As he got closer and closer to your hair, you grabbed his. He moaned shamelessly as you ruined his hair.

"You don't get to touch me without my permission, got it?" You said forcefully.

"Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... sir..."

"Sir... I like that. Come, let's go upstairs."

You let Patrick lead you to his apartment, lips locking again as you entered the apartment. It was plain white and very minimalistic with barely any decoration. You lead him to the bedroom and threw him onto Patrick's king-sized bed.

"On your knees. Sit."

He scrambled onto his knees eagerly. You slowly started to undress. It was excruciatingly slow. First your yellow tie, then your pale blue blouse, then your belt, navy blue pants, undershirt, then finally your boxers.

You stood in front of him, bare.

Patrick admired how your tanned muscles rippled with every move. Your toned abs and that ridiculously large dick of yours. It was hard and easily about 8 inches long. He almost drooled at the sight.

You brought your dick to his face.

"Suck it." You pushed it to his lips. He refused to part them.

Inside, he was contemplating whether or not to do it. This wasn't like him, to be submissive to another person, let alone a man.

"C'mon now... Don't be bratty..." Your voice was laced with poison. It was a warning and Patrick decided that it would be better to listen.

He hesitantly parted his lips and gave a few kitten licks to the tip. You groaned. Eager to get more sounds out of you, he took the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. You sighed happily as he took your full length into his mouth, sucking and licking.

"Look at you, Patrick... So beautiful and sweaty around my cock... God..."

Your praise made him whine in pleasure as he bobbed his head, saliva dripping down his chin.

Patrick tried to sneak his hand down to his cock but before he could touch it, you grabbed his wrist.

"I already warned you once, Bateman. Now I'll have to punish you." You snarled menacingly.

The use of his last name hurt Patrick.

"I'm sorry sir! Please forgive me! I won't ever do it again, I won't! Please, sir!" He begged, grabbing your thighs. You looked down, unimpressed with his apology.

"That won't work this time, slut. You'll pay for it this time."

He grabbed Patrick by the throat and pushed him down into the bed, choking him. Patrick gasped for air as he clawed at your iron grip. His vision grew blurry with tears. You attacked his neck with bites and sucking. He moaned loudly.

"AGH! Please, s-sir! More!~~"

You groaned as you pulled his clothes off blindly. As soon as he was naked, you pushed him down into the bed by his neck. Patrick sputtered and coughed.

"Now Bateman, I'm going to fuck you until you break."

What had he gotten himself into?

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Thanks for your support!! <33

1k Followers Celebration🪓

Damn, I never thought I would get to 1k followers! This is absolutely insane!

I want to say a huge thank you to everyone, who has supported me in my writing, encouraged me to keep working on my fics, sent me asks, talked to me about my stories. I JUST LOVE YOU ALL! 😭💕

For this celebration, I'm going to take requests (NSFW) from this list of suggestive dialog prompts:

"good girl—that's a good fucking girl."

"don't you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you."

"you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?"

"have it your way, then. just be prepared for the consequences."

"you can pretend all you want, i can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself."

"did i give you permission to do that?"

"come. sit."

"keep talking shit and i'll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours."

"you're so filthy... all this for me? how cute."

"don't be shy now, sit on my face."

"so good for me, you ready for your reward?"

"be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable."

"baby, i could do this all day."

"you look so pretty like this."

"aren't you going to thank me?"

"what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?"

"that's it. that's my girl."

"aw, it hurts? too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied."

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?"

"you're gonna have to ask me nicely or you won't get it at all."

"open up."

"i'd hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice."

"shh, you don't want the others to hear, do you?"

"cry all you want… i'm starting to think you're enjoying this."

"you heard me. i told you to take off your clothes."

"you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do."

Just send me the number or the full phrase, one or two kinks you want to write, and a suggestive pet name (how would you like Patrick to call you) and I will play around with it. I will try to keep up with checking the options that would already be selected, but I may accidentally forget to do so. 😁👉👈

That's it, me and Patrick are ready for your dirty thots! 😈

#smut #american psycho x reader #american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman #requests

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bluujai · 1 year

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Patty Takes Care of You - Patrick Bateman fluff headcannon

A/N: I'm currently sick with a cold, so I decided to write this!! As always, please reblog and follow so my work reaches as many people as possible. Enjoy :]]

Gender-neutral reader POV to be inclusive af

You wake up with a pounding headache, sneeze, and a sore throat.

Patrick sees you and instinctively moves away from you, being the mega-germaphobe he is.

He silently slides out of the bedroom and into your shared bathroom to escape your germs.

"Patty... Please come out! I'm not gonna get you sick, I swear!"

"No! I can't get sick! It's gonna stop me from going to work and make me look old! And don't call me Patty."

After much whining, he reluctantly opens the door a crack to get a good look at your face.

Your face is red and your eyes are puffy, lips pouting.

His usually stoic expression softens after he sees your condition.

He immediately calls Pierce & Pierce, making up some bullshit excuse to get out of work to take care of your for the whole day.

He flees to the store to 'get some things', leaving you confused.

Within 5 minutes, he comes back with a pair of fuzzy socks in your favorite color, ingredients for chicken soup (or vegetable broth if you're vegetarian/vegan!), a bag of chips, and a huge and heavy blanket.

"Patty! What-what's all this?"

"Don't call me Patty."

Helps you put on your socks, opens the bag of chips, and wraps you in the blanket like a burrito, all while keeping the same blank expression he always has.

Quickly gets to cooking the soup for the next hour.

You just stare at him in awe and you are melting and freaking out on the inside at how protective and caring Patrick was being for you.

Soon, the soup is finished and he gives you a bowl.

"Eat." He leaves without saying another word.

"Thanks Patty!" You call out after him.

You start eating and holy shit this is the best soup you've ever tasted in your life. You finish the whole thing and feel much better.

You walk into the bedroom to find a shirtless Patrick Bateman with his glasses on, doing his work with a focused expression.

You blush extremely hard. Like, your face is the literal tomato emoji.

"T-thanks for the soup Patty! It was really good..." You sneeze right after you finish your sentence.

His face goes pink. He swallows.

"You need to get some rest."

"Can... Can you help me take a bath?.."

His face goes even pinker.

"S-sure."

He walks you to the bathroom and runs the bath. He drops in a vanilla scented bath bomb and drops in some eucalyptus bath oils.

"Alright. Get in."

"Thank you, Patty."

"Stop calling me Patty."

He washes your hair with his favorite shampoo (which he almost never lets you use) and scrubs your body with a sponge, looking away when you meet his eyes and smile.

He's so beautiful. A thin layer of sweat glistens on his forehead and his brown hair falls around his face, without his usual pomade. His glasses sit on the bridge of his prominent nose.

He helps you dry and get dressed. He leads you to your shared bed. By then it's 6PM.

"Now sleep."

"Can you come next to me?"

"I have work to do, since I missed today to take care of you. Now sleep."

You fall into a deep and peaceful sleep and Patrick gets back to work.

By the time he's finished, it's 9PM.

He bathes and gets dressed into his silk pajamas. He watches you sleep for a while (in a loving way, not a creepy way)

He climbs into bed next to you, trying to stay away to not get sick.

He wakes up once at 3PM to you snuggling into him. He's too tired to push you off, so he lets it happen.

You wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and healthy. You look over next to you to find a sneezing and sniveling Patrick Bateman.

He's sick.

"I guess I'm taking care of you now, Patty."

"Don't *ACHOO* *sniff* call me Patty."

#sick #sickfic #fluff #patrickbatemanfluff #patrick bateman #american psycho #xreader #oneshot #headcannon #gender neutral reader #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagines #slasher #slasher headcanons #christian bale #gn!reader

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bluujai · 1 year

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Heyhey

Hey y'alls!! :]]

Thank you for the unending support for my first smut oneshot, which you can find here: https://www.tumblr.com/bluujai/711518938399490048/try-me-patrick-bateman-x-topmalereader?source=share

Anyways, I was thinking about writing another one about Patty. Please answer this poll to help me decide what to write about.

(Reblog this post to help me get more answers!!)

-Jai

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"Try Me" - Patrick Bateman x top!male!reader

A/N: My first smut oneshot omgsies!! Please DNI if you are under 18. If you do interact, reblogs are always much better than likes! Hope you enjoy!!

TW: Unprotected sex, praise and degradation, dom!reader, sub!patrick, slight hate sex?, mention of cheating, softie Pat, no plot just pure filth, 'Y/N' is not used

Everything about you pissed him off.

Your perfect smile, impeccably coiffed hair, ocean-deep eyes, toned body,

hell, your job status at Pierce & Pierce too.

So, then why was he letting you pin him against the wall in his own bedroom?

If any other man or woman dared to do this to him, he would've killed them instantly.

So, then why was he letting you do this?!

Their noses were centimeters apart, so close that both men could feel the other's breath on their faces. The other man drew closer and closer until their lips ghosted upon each other. Patrick's breath shuddered. His knees were weak. He was spell-bound at the amount of power and control the other man had over him. When their lips interlocked and Patrick's eyes fluttered shut, part of him wanted to pull away, to save his ego and what little dignity he had left.

However, it felt just too good.

When he finally pulled away, Patrick found himself breathing your name.

That whisper abruptly turned into a erotic moan as he reached for the growing tent in Patrick's Valentino pants. His precise hands quickly undressed Patrick, and then himself. Soon, both men were bare. The other man hummed lowly, his eyes raking across Patrick's equally toned figure like a predator stalking it's prey. Something in Patrick's core squirmed uncomfortably with this newfound praise.

"God... You're so fucking gorgeous, Patrick..."

Patrick became so hard to the point it began to feel painful when that statement fell from the other man's lips. Patrick grabbed the back of his neck and smashed their lips together, both moaning uncontrollably. Patrick's hand slowly fell to his erection, but just before he could, the other man grabbed his wrist.

"Dirty little whores like you don't get to touch themselves without my permission, got it?"

His voice dripped with venom. The sudden harshness of his voice both hurt Patrick's pride but made his dick somehow even harder. Patrick managed a hurried nod. The other man shoved his fingers into his mouth forcefully. Patrick moaned.

"Use your words, slut."

Patrick's lips were swollen and red as the other man pulled his fingers out of his mouth, glistening with saliva.

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

Suddenly, Patrick was flipped over now facing the wall. He let out a small, involuntary yelp of surprise. His insides burned with embarrassment. The other man chuckled.

"Such a good boy, being so so good for me... Just for me..."

The other man whispered into his ear. Patrick whined as his dick twitched.

"Just-just do it already!"

Patrick yelled, annoyed. The other man did not react. Patrick gulped. Did he say something wrong? Did he not like it? Did-

"OH- fuCK!~ AghHH!"

Patrick moaned shamelessly as the man behind him rammed into his asshole hard. He kept pounding into him quickly, the sound of slapping skin filling the room. The other man grabbed Patrick's waist as he panted nearly silently. Patrick on the other hand was a loud, moaning mess. Sweat glistening on his forehead, cheeks flushed, and mouth in a prominent 'O' shape. He was incoherently babbling nonsense as his mind went blank and he thought about nothing except for the immense pleasure he felt.

"Fu-fuck! Oh, yesyesyes! Keep... keep going oh God! Please, sir, please!"

Patrick could feel the other man smirking at him while he desperately gripped the wall for support, but to no avail.

"Such a desperate slut. Pathetic. Do you want me to jerk your pathetic little cock off for you so you can cum? Would you like that, whore?"

"No."

The other man was caught off-guard. He had expected Patrick to beg pathetically. He quickly regained his composure again. Although he couldn't see, Patrick was smirking. He wanted to test out just how far he could take this.

"Oh? So you don't want to cum like a hormonal teenager all over your bedroom wall? I could just leave you like this, y'know. Babbling like a lunatic with your cock still hard."

This was sure to work. Patrick would definitely break.

"Try me."

This lit something in the other man's stomach. He spun Patrick around so that they were facing each other, threw one of his legs up onto his shoulder and pounded into him at inhuman speeds.

Patrick's eyes went wide. He mewled and sputtered and clawed at his shoulders helplessly as the other man abused his prostate. Every thrust sent an electric shock down his spine. His mind went cloudy. He was so close.

"I'm-I'm cumming! Please, sir! Let me cum- fuck!~"

Patrick screamed. His throat was becoming raw. The other man attacked his neck, sucking and biting leaving angry red marks.

"I'm close too. C'mon gorgeous, you can come. C'mon baby."

That was all Patrick needed before being pushed over the edge. His orgasm wracked through his body, leg muscles spasming under the man behind him. The other man pounded into him a few more times before letting go as well. As they both stood there panting, the other man pulled out, Patrick mewling and shuddering with the overstimuation.

The other man took two fingers and scooped up some of Patrick's seed that painted the wall. He licked and sucked them erotically while maintaining full eye contact. Patrick's dick twitched as he dove into another heated kiss. He tasted the product of his own arousal on his tongue. As he pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips.

Patrick was suddenly aware of his exhaustion and his head fell into the man's shoulders. He held him, stroking his disheveled brown hair. He admired the marks he made on Patrick's neck.

"You did so well for me... I'm proud of you baby..."

Patrick hummed blissfully as he fell into a deep sleep while standing up. The other man put him on his bed, got dressed, and left the sleeping Patrick Bateman. He only had one thing in mind as he walked back to his apartment, family, and life.

God, what had he done?

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THIS. THIS.

ONE OF THE FEW GREAT SUB!PATRICK BATEMAN SMUT FICS I HAVE EVER READ.

YOU SIR HAVE GAINED A NEW FOLLOWER. THANK YOU FOR GRACING ME WITH THIS MASTERPIECE

READ. IT. NOW.

hate sex with patrick bateman? perhaps 🤔

patrick hating reader for being "better" than him (contemplates killing him), they fuck, patrick turns into a desperate mess

i <3 seeing these cocky "alpha males" turn into whiny desperate sluts <33

Anon we both think like great request my friend! Cocky men becoming a slut is one of the things I live for. And sorry for taking so long I fell asleep writing this

Warnings! SMUT, brat taming, teasing, talking about killing, about to kill, Patrick is a asshole, swearing

PATRICK BATEMAN X MALE READER

"Hey did y'all hear that Y/n got another big promotion?"

"Oh my fucking God." Patrick thinks to himself. He feels like hes gonna puke if he hears your name being mentioned one more time.

"Yeah! The man is gonna have it all. He already has the women dropping to his feet and the bosses practically worshiping the man." The guy next to him says causing Bateman to clench his fist.

He never met Y/n personally but he has to hear about him all day long. "Y/n this. Y/n that. Y/n.y/n. Y/n." Patrick says mentally feeling a headache coming from hearing about the things he did.

"What about you Bateman. What do you think about L/n?" All of the men's heads turning around giving Patrick their full attention.

"That hes a annoying son of a bitch. And he makes me wanna kill him with my bare fucking hands. And he's a waste of space in this damn earth"

Well of course he didn't say that but he only imagined he did and says this instead.

"I never met him, but he seems like a great guy." Patrick gives them a short lie making them all pleased. "You never met him!?! That truly can't work. How about I schedule a dinner for you both to meet?" One of the men offers his co-worker.

"Yes, for I can finally kill him." "Sounds good how about tonight?" Patrick says instead of his first thought. The co-worker gets the phone calling up Y/n so Bateman can hear. "Hey L/n, are you busy tonight? I have someone you should meet. You are great! I know you're gonna like him. Meet at the restaurant where I always take you. Okay bye."

"I just changed your life for ever Bateman! Get ready to meet the greatest man in your lie."

TIMESKIP

Patrick arrived before Y/n checking his watch impatiently and slightly annoyed.

"You're here early."

Patrick looks up at the figure that he's guessing is Y/n.

"Fuck hes handsome. And he looks sharp wearing a suit that hasn't even gotten released yet. Y/n looks exactly like hes described from the stories he heard. Why the fuck does he look better than me!?!"

Bateman rambles in his mind and sticks his hand out. "Patrick Bateman."

"Bateman? I heard of you. And seen you a whole lot never made an effort to go home and talk to you. Y/n L/n nice to meet you." Y/n says with a smile and takes a hold of Patrick's hand giving it a tight shake.

The dinner was far from quiet. Y/n almost had every single conversation starter under his sleeve. Some sparked a short topic and some sparked a long conversation and some even started a debate or an argument.

"Hey L/n it's getting late. How about we continue this in my place?"

"Good idea Patrick. How about I pay?"

Right when Patrick opens his mouth about to argue about how Y/n doesn't need to pay Y/n hands the waiter his card.

TIMESKIP AT PATRICK'S PLACE

As soon as the two step inside the place Y/n pins Patrick on the wall by the front door. "Patrick. Tell me what do you want from me? Because I know you hate me. I know we were not friends, so why invite me here?"

Y/n backs away from Patrick slowly with a smirk on his face before heading into the living room. "You think you're better than me don't you Y/n?" Patrick says in his mind before quickly follows after the man. Patrick stops in tracks fighting with himself mentally just to get his axe and drive it through the other man skull.

Patrick snaps himself out of his thoughts and goes to the living room. "Nice place you got Patrick." Y/n says looking outside through the window watching cars and other things. Patrick finds a knife and walks up to Y/n slowly raising it.

Y/n turns his head around slowly and Patrick throws the knife somewhere else becoming nervous. "For a man who hates me you sure do love being close." Y/n puts his hands on Patrick's hips bringing him closer. "Tell me Patrick. Do you love being close to me?" Y/n uses his right hand to bring it to Patrick's chin then uses his thumb caressing Patrick's bottom lip.

Patrick hated you. He hated how you talk, how you walk and even how you breathe. He hated you with his life. But now why is he acting like this, His body became putty by your touch. The way you look down at him, the grip you have on his hip, your hand on his chin and your thumb lazily on his lip.

What are you doing to him?

Patrick gives Y/n a weak nod as an answer to his past question. "Use your words." Y/n smirks moving his thumb off of Patrick's lip and back to his chin. "Yes." "Good boy Bateman."

Y/n pushes Bateman away from him and walks around looking for the bedroom. Patrick quickly picks up the knife from the floor and follows after Y/n.

Y/n stops in the hallway turning around at Patrick staring at him like a predator like hes taunting Patrick to come closer to him. Patrick clenches his jaw tightly setting the knife on the nearest flat surface. Patrick's blood boils and his veins pop once he's the smirk on Y/n face.

"After you Patrick." Y/n opens the bedroom door inviting Patrick in. Slowly Patrick walks into the bedroom already knowing where this is leading. Y/n shuts the door after he goes inside walking up behind Patrick. Y/n takes off his shoes and socks then takes off his suit jacket. Patrick watches the men take his clothes off.

"Can you just strip and stop being a brat." Y/n says catching Patrick a bit off guard. Patrick takes off his clothes and shoes. After hes done Y/n attacks his lips with his own.

The kisses are rough and a bit painful because Patrick refuses to be the submissive one. Y/n groans in annoyance and tackles Patrick on the bed so hes under him. Patrick tries to push Y/n off of him but fails just ending up scratching his arms. "You're such a brat Patrick." Y/n says pulling away from the harsh makeout, "What? You don't like underneath a man like me? Well you better get used to it." Y/n laughs at Patrick before using one of his hands going down to Patrick's cock.

"You're already hard? Wow and the only things we did were just kiss." Y/n doesn't waste anytime jerking off Patrick. "Fuck! L/n s-stop touching me!" Patrick tries to contain his moans but some fall out. "Ohh~l-let me go! fuck!"

Y/n hand doesn't slow down anytime soon he even goes faster up and down every time Patrick begs. After a while Y/n stops moving his hand with a smirk on his face. Patrick doesn't even notice Y/n's hand not moving and raising his hips up and down into Y/n hand. Y/n lets go of Patrick cock and puts two fingers on Patrick's lip."Suck them."

Patrick didn't want to. At first he bit them because he didn't want to look weak and desperate. Y/n watched him bite his fingers and let out a sigh. "If you keep acting like this i'll just fuck you dry and you get no prep." Y/n warns Patrick but lets out another sigh when Patrick tries to flip him over.

"I warned you Patrick. Now your just getting me fucking irritated." Y/n flips Patrick over so his belly and chest are on the chest but Y/n holds Patrick ass in the air. Y/n spits a few times on Patrick hole making him mad. "Stop spitting on me Y/n! You're a dirty disgusting bastard!" "Don't you fucking dare put that disgusting cock inside of me---- fuck~" Patrick insult was cut of by his own moan once he felt Y/n cock pushing inside him. "Oh!~ fu-- oh gOD~" Patrick holds the sheets tightly as he feels Y/n moving inside him. "Ju-just shove it in already!~ please just gi--vie me your cock." Y/n decided to be nice and answer Patrick begs by thrusting his cock fully inside him.

Patrick lets out breathy moans feeling Y/n cock go up and down inside of him. "Fa-faster! fuck me faster Y/n!" Patrick hates himself for begging but god Y/n felt too good inside of him he couldn't help it. Y/n snaps his hips into Patrick at a face pace abusing his hole like he was a toy.

Patrick sneaks his hand down to his cock jerking himself off as hes getting fucked. Y/n take Patrick's arm harshly holding it above his own head pinning his hand down. "Sluts like you aren't allowed to touch themselves without permission" Y/n thrust became aggressive using his free hand to Patrick hair. Patrick feels Y/n cock twitch inside him and he panics. "No no no! Don't cUm~ inside of me! fu-fuck no!" Patrick's own cock twitches from imagining Y/n cumming inside of him but his mind feels disgusted at the thought.

Y/n thrust quickness searching for Patrick prostate. "Shi~ FuCk oh fuuck~! agaIn hit it again!~ more more please." Patrick screams into the sheets when he feels Y/n cock push against his prostate. Y/n hits that spot over and over again until Patrick cock is twitching rapidly and aching precum leaking out of the tip. Patrick feels the knot in his stomach become tight and moans words and sentences that don't even make sense. "I'm cumming! fu-fuck i'm cumming! ahhHh!~" Patrick cums hard on the sheets and his head is in full bliss not even feeling Y/n hot cum inside him.

After Patrick gets out of his high he feels something hot and sticky leaking out of him and getting onto his thighs. "Y-you asshole! you dirty bastard I told you not to c-cum inside!" Y/n laughs and says "I couldn't even pull out. Your slutty hole kept me inside~" Y/n teases letting go of Patrick's hand and hair putting both of his hands on Patrick's hips. Y/n snaps his hips deep inside Patrick causing him to yelp out. "fuck~ Y/n give it to me please! I-im your desperate slut please! keep fucking me until I pass out please! Fuck me like that slut I am!~"

"Fuck I hate you Y/n for making me like this!~" Patrick thinks feeling Y/n cock inside of him moving slowly.

"Be a good slut this time Patrick. Then I may let you suck my dick."

THE END

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