destinyswoes

[destinyswoes]

for your 2k follow celebration, could you do wife fem!reader x husband patrick? patrick has a lactation kink (reader is breastfeeding) and facesitting? angel / pretty as pet names <3

You're My Snack

PAIRING: Husband!Patrick Bateman x Wife!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Your husband is hungry and horny. Only you can satisfy his hunger since you're his favorite snack.

CONTAINS: Smut, Daddy kink, lactation kink, spanking, body worship, tit sucking/nipple play, face-sitting, pet names, dirty talk.

WORDS: Around 1k

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! 💗🤞

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

You always knew that your beloved husband, named Patrick Bateman, had many kinks, but you never imagined that he would be so turned on by breastfeeding—once he tasted your milk, he couldn't stop thinking about it, and whenever he got a chance to latch his greedy mouth around your swollen nipple, he did it with a desperate ferocity. 

That night, Bateman found you peacefully napping on the couch, and he couldn't take his dark eyes off your heavy breasts that looked so captivating in your tight top. Licking his lower lip briefly, Patrick approached your sleepy form and traced a finger along your cheekbone.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured in a low voice, sliding his thumb down to your lips to part them. "My pretty girl."

A sudden surge of heat rushed through your body as his warm mouth found the most sensual spot on your delicate neck, and that delightful sensation woke you up. Batting your long eyelashes, you tried to get up, only to be easily positioned on his lap.

"I've missed you, Angel," he nipped your earlobe, his hands wasting no time exploring your curvaceous body. "I've been thinking about tasting you all fucking day."

"But I–" You stammered as Bateman cut you off with a searing, sloppy kiss on your lips.

"You only fed me in the morning, right?" He arched his brow playfully as his nimble fingers were busy outlining the shape of your hard little tips. " So, I'm hungry again."

His silky voice flowed through every particle of your trembling frame, making you submit as if you were spellbound. "Uh, you're so insatiable ..."

"It's all because of you, honey," Patrick grinned before pulling up your top with ease, his mouth watering at the sight of your milk-filled breasts and the next moment he was already swirling his wet tongue around your engorged nipple. "You like it, don't you?"

Considering how badly you were shaking; it was kind of pointless to deny it. "Yes, Daddy," you used that nickname faster than you could even realize it. "Please ... leave some milk for the baby." 

Bateman groaned in response, sucking covetously at your tender flesh — the sweet taste of your milk was intoxicating, forcing his blood to rush through his veins. Hot and bothered, Patrick released your swollen peak with a loud pop, licking every single drop of your breast milk.

"Fuck, you're so tasty," he pulled you even closer, making you wrap your legs around his waist and grind against the hard bulge in his pants. "Do you want to ride Daddy's face after he finishes his meal?"

Oh shit, that sneaky bastard knew how to hit the bullseye when he needed to. 

"Yes..." you gasped and involuntarily brought his head closer to your chest, shutting your eyes as you were about to lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation. "You're s-so hard, Daddy...mhmm...I can feel it."

With a low chuckle, Bateman painfully tugged at your nipples before slapping your ass with both hands, savoring all of your high-pitched wails, not to mention the way you frowned every time your dripping pussy rubbed against his hardness. 

"Ahh, look at you," he slapped your butt once more, then gave your ass cheeks a pretty rough squeeze. "Enjoying yourself, babygirl? So eager for my cock?"

His dirty talk didn't give you a chance, as by now you couldn't control your moans or the needy rocking of your hips against his firm ones. "Lie down already!"

Your sudden attempt to take the lead took him by surprise for a moment, but instead of restraining you or punishing you for defying his dominance, Bateman just sneered mischievously and did as you asked.

"All right, Angel," he crooned teasingly as he lay back on the soft, white couch and loosened his red tie. "Go ahead, show me how well you can use Daddy's face."

Patrick didn't have to ask you twice.

Carefully but confidently, you positioned yourself on top of his beautiful face, leaving inches between your soaped slit and his ravenous mouth, ready to devour you at any moment.

"Don't doubt me, Daddy," you murmured excitedly as you moved your panties aside and descended lower, his perfectly shaped nose brushing so deliciously against your taut, lower lips. "Awww, Patrick..."

At first, Bateman lay still and only stuck out his tongue, allowing you to take control and set the pace that was comfortable for you, each slide along his scorching flesh igniting you with passion. Whimpering uncontrollably, you tangled your fingers in his brown curls, bucking your hips back and forth along his face, drowning in the pool of pleasure his mouth was giving you, exploring your oozing folds delightfully and sucking on your blushing clit.

"Daddy," you gasped, tilting your head as you felt your orgasm building in your core, Bateman noticed it immediately and held your hips tightly to keep you in one place. "I'm close... I'm so damn close!"

"Mmhm, my slutty little Angel," Patrick's muffled voice reverberated against your throbbing bud, making it hard for you to move, but now it was his turn to take control as his strong hands on your thighs encouraged you to keep grinding on his tongue. "(Y/n), you ride my face so fucking good."

As soon as he felt your body convulse, Batemn pressed his thumb to your bundle of nerves to make the friction completely unbearable, accompanying it with merciless lapping at your wet entrance, plunging his tongue inside as you reached your climax, intending to make your orgasm even more blissful.

"Pat-Patrick...mmmmhm," you gripped his arms almost painfully, but he didn't even flinch. "Your mouth...feels so good...I love...I love you..."

Patrick could barely keep himself from giggling at your pleading comments, but he couldn't deny that they worshipped his ego like nothing else in this world.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[destinyswoes]

HI!!!! Oh my word, when I saw your 1K celebration I had to pick my favorite prompt out of them for you to write! Your series, one shots, drabbles; literally anything you write I WILL READ! I just can’t help it 🤭! Can you plz do prompt 2: "don't you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you."; I can just imagine reader being shy with Bateman for anything and everything, BECAUSE HE IS SO FILTHY! I want him to tease! And maybe use the nickname cupcake…that’s all!! Love your work!

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for your positivity and kindness, it means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this prompt! ✌💗

— Links: [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist]

Just a glimpse of his hazel eyes was enough to make you do what he wanted; no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you couldn't resist his natural attraction because you were born to be his.

That evening, after a super luxurious party at Craig McDermott's house, you were riding back to Patrick's apartment in the limo. To be fair, when he said you were leaving, you sighed with relief, because the way he surrounded you with his attention, holding you close almost all the time, was really humiliating. Especially when his sneaky hands were constantly attacking all your delicious curves.

The sound of raindrops falling on the roof of the limo helped to clear your mind when you suddenly felt Bateman's hand on your shoulder, and it didn't surprise you at all.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed, Cupcake … all exposed and wide open for me." Patrick murmured in a tempting tone and dragged you a little closer.

"Stop saying such things!" You protested, trying to turn it into a joke, but he was stubborn as hell. "You're embarrassing me!"

He bubbled something sweet next to your ear, tickling the sensitive area around it with his hot breath, and put his big palm on your collarbone.

"Mmm, I love the way you get embarrassed, sweetie," after he whispered that, Bateman tugged on your earlobe, sending an avalanche of goosebumps down your spine. "It's so cute, so innocent."

His tantalizing voice had a completely intoxicating effect on you, making your mind cloudy and your body aching for more. Barely touching you, Patrick traced his finger down your cleavage to the hollow between your breasts as he opened your coat to get better access to your pretty little form.

"Pat-Patrick …" you gasped as his scorching lips found the most sensitive spot on your neck, causing all of your insides to tense. "We're in the limo … p-please, can you wait?"

"Jesus, (Y/N)," Bateman chuckled in amusement, his hands still roaming around your body. Then, he tried to pull you into a kiss, but you flinched away. "You want to test me, babydoll?"

Shyly, you struggled to close your legs when you felt his hand slide up your knee to sneak under the hem of your dress. Even though you knew you were playing with fire - it was too late to back off now.

"The driver can see us, mmm-God," you couldn't help but moan quietly from how relentless he was in his attempts to reach your already soaked panties. "Patrick…"

His name was all you could mutter as his skilled fingers finally touched the place you wanted him most, and no matter how much you tried to fight it, your inner nature overtook your clarity of mind.

Soon, you were both panting with a ravenous desire to give each other pleasure. Patrick was extremely needy, you even had to bite your lip when he pressed your hand to his hard groin while his long fingers rhythmically rubbed your blushing clit.

"Cupcake," he growled in a husky voice before leaving a wet trail of hickeys along your neck, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. "Once we get to my apartment, I'm gonna tear you apart ... "

You whimpered at his words, shaking next to him as he pushed his thin fingers into your wet cunt, stretching you so fucking perfectly from the inside.

"A-awww, God! Your words, Patrick," you tried to turn away from him, burning with embarrassment and the unspoken desire to feel his thick dick deep in your womb. "P-please, they sound s-so nasty!"

"Don't hide that cute face from me, baby. I wanna see all of you," he hugged your neck to hold you in place as he fingered your pussy with a slick sound. "I love your innocent moans, honey … let me feel your pussy clenching so tightly around my fingers."

"Patty … mhhm, aaahh!" You almost screamed as he hit your G-spot, pulling and twisting his fingers masterfully against it, not forgetting to pinch your taut nipple through the thin fabric of your dress.

Damn, that was one of the fastest and most vivid orgasms you have ever had.

Bateman only stopped when your inner walls were no longer squeezing his fingers. Smugly, he took his digits in his mouth to clean them, tasting your sweet flavor and moaning so sexy that you felt another wave of pleasure surge through your body. "We've only just started, Cupcake," he brought his fingers to your lips, prompting you to take them in. "My little shy girl. Tonight, I will rock your world."

[destinyswoes]

SUGAR (commission)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Husband!Bruce Wayne x Wife!Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Bruce can't help himself, and goes down on you right in the dressing room of one of the best boutiques in Gotham City. Just like that.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: NSFW, porn with feelings, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, body worship, sweet dirty talk, pet names, kinda semi-public stuff, established relationships, minor praise kink, Bruce wants to drink his wife dry (he's a very insatiable man).

𝐀/𝐍: I'm so glad I can finally post it! Many thanks to the person who commissioned it! Hope you enjoy it! Please follow my writing community or my side-blog to know when I update!💕

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂: Robin Schulz — Sugar🍬(this song broke me a bit :D)

Small, barely perceptible wet noises came from behind the curtain of the dressing room, and you couldn't even imagine that your husband was capable of doing something so debauched in one of downtown's finest boutiques. But Bruce Wayne never ceased to amaze you with sudden ventures like this, and you didn't really try to protest, nor did you want to.

"Aaahh–mmhmm–Bruce," you gasped shakily, clinging to the smooth wall behind you, one of your legs draped over his strong shoulder as his slightly flushed face was buried in your pulsing heat. "They'd hear us!"

The man couldn't hold back a low, almost sinister chuckle that was completely unusual for his soft and plush temperament. "Not if you keep that pretty mouth shut," Bruce's grip on your hip tightened, holding you open for him—his greedy mouth, to be exact—while his other hand was busy cupping the soft mound of your ass. "But since you're always such a good girl for me, I shouldn't worry. Am I right, sugar?"

With that, Bruce swiped his warm tongue along your swollen clit before sucking it in and holding it there for a while until he felt your thighs tremble beneath his fingertips. "Gosh–feels s-so good–too good," you arched your back and leaned into his face, needing more friction but still restraining yourself from actually grinding against his strong tongue. "Please–ohhh–Bruce..."

Bruce's muffled groan sent vibrations right into the nerve bundle beneath your tender flesh, where he showered every inch with soft, almost teasing kisses until he spread your slippery folds to plunge his tongue into your tight pussy, sending your mind into another dimension where the only known language was the language of pleasure.

"You're so sweet, darling," he hummed between licks, nips and sucklings. Lifting his eyes to you, Bruce nuzzled the inside of your hip, peppering it with small pecks and using his hands to clear the way to your breasts, pulling down the top of your dress and thanking God you'd chosen the strapless model. "I can't stop myself."

He literally couldn't; he was already so pussy drunk and addicted to the taste of you that even a short pause could stir a ravenous hunger in him—a raging thirst to drink you dry until you fell apart right in his arms—and Bruce was more than ready to fuck you through your orgasm with his tongue. Being the doting husband that he was, his wife's body was like a shrine that he loved to worship as if his life depended on it.

"Bruce," you closed your eyes and tangled your trembling fingers in his thick hair, almost scraping his scalp, but he didn't flinch or stop, his mouth latched onto your little bud, toying with it, using his teeth from time to time when he knew it was needed to light you up even more. "That's too much–fuck–yes–mhmm!"

No matter how hard you squirmed in his arms, he would not stop—his lips, chin and half of his neck were already covered with your flavor, giving them a soft glistening layer—the man wanted more, he was simply obsessed with his wife making such obscene noises. So Bruce decided to add more to this dirty cacophony, lapping at your soaked cunt with the most lewd and squishing sounds possible, not even caring about the poor stylists waiting patiently outside the dressing room.

With a light smooch just above the hood of your clit, Bruce darted his elegant fingers along your ribs, going higher to rub your hard nipples simultaneously, watching from the corner of his smoldering eyes the way your body twitched and burned for him—it was the most fascinated reaction he could imagine, a reaction he couldn't get enough of every time he saw you like this.

"God, look at ya," he murmured mostly to himself, panting and licking the taste of you from his glazed lips. "So beautiful–so hot–so mine."

You smiled with your eyes still closed, your hands wandering around the wall, then his shoulders, then the back of his head again—you were already so dizzy, your legs about to give way, and your husband the only anchor here.

As he always had been and would be.

"I love you," you managed to purr softly between your strained lips—dry from the adrenaline rushing through your blood system—your heavy lidded eyes barely able to see his face, but you knew he was smug and proud and as fucking adorable as only he could look with your cum smeared all over his face. "But my parents will kill us if we're late!"

"Sounds like a challenge."

"Huh?"

At first you didn't really get it, but as you watched his cheeky smile widen, as his long fingers slid down your torso until he used both thumbs to rub your tight pussy lips with calculated precision, the gravity of his words hit you only now.

"Just watch me, sugar," he crooned without breaking eye contact; even when he pressed his tongue flat along your oozing slit, Bruce didn't look away, and neither did you. "Let me see you," another wet kiss landed on your throbbing clit, causing your inner muscles to clench around nothing. "Let me feel you."

Knowing that it would be so hard for you to make eye contact with him when you were one step away from reaching your high, you brought a finger to your mouth to nip at it. "You–ask too much! Oh–fuck."

Not him, using his fingers in that disarming way! Two at a time, until his phalanges were completely inside and only his knuckles were visible. Damn it, why was this man so perfect? So perfect that practically every move he made was designed to give you pleasure, and it was so powerful that it rippled through every little fiber of your body. Giving you that cosmic feeling of being so loved and desired.

Lost in his own wicked game, Bruce was feasting on you like a wild animal, his eyes closed and his faultless nose poking at your clit every time he shook his head, while his deft digits slipped in and out of your inner channel, which was literally about to snap if he kept fingering you like this for a while longer.

"I'm–" you hiccupped, putting a hand over your mouth to suppress all the nasty whimpers that were about to burst out; the building, knotted tension in your core becoming more and more unbearable, as if the chains surrounding your body were finally about to break. "Fuck–gonna cum–Bruce!"

"C'mon, sugar," he spurred you on, pumping his fingers harder into your dripping pussy with the dirtiest squelching echoing through the stuffy space of the small dressing room. "Show me how much you love me!"

Dear Lord.

Every time, every damn time, he knew exactly what to say or how to look at you to send you over the brink. And you really tried to keep staring into his eyes, even when you felt the ground disappearing beneath your feet from the shocking sensation that cut through your body like a huge and hot tidal wave. Mesmerized, your husband couldn't take his eyes off your trembling body, your breasts bouncing with every tremor, your pussy clenching around his fingers that he should be pulling back, but he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.

Shivering and gasping, your lips parted in a silent cry of bliss, you slumped back, almost folding in two, your nails clawing at the polished material of the wall, now warm and slick with your sweat. To finalize this 'secret' act of depravity, Bruce collected every ounce of your pleasure, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed.

"Gorgeous,'" he mused, pulling his fingers out at last, ignoring the mild pain of exhaustion as he took them into his mouth, one by one, to suck out your taste, almost moaning in the process. "If we are really late for dinner, you can blame me. I doubt your family can be angry with me for even five minutes."

Panting, your eyelashes a bit lumpy, you slowly came to your senses, though the orgasmic aftershocks were still there. "Oh, you definitely don't know them well."

Bruce chuckled and put on his most charming smile, as if he was already rehearsing for the upcoming dinner with your parents. "But I know myself pretty well."

Leisurely, without any signs of fatigue, as if things like that were something casual, your husband got up and stepped closer to help you adjust your dress and your damp underwear, which was probably destined to be thrown into the nearest garbage can.

"I think we should pick out another dress for you," Bruce considered, frowning his thick eyebrows at your awkward attempt to straight the hem of your skirt which was stuck to your slightly perspiring skin. "But we'll buy this one, too."

You followed the direction of his attentive gaze to the bottom of your dress to see a rather large, dark stain right where the hem had bunched up between your legs at the very beginning of this crazy and spontaneous lips-on-lips fuck session.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

And then the two of you burst into a hearty laugh, but unlike him, you didn't really know what to do when you left the dressing room and saw the shop assistants giving you sideways glances. Well, at least now you had something to reminisce about during your parents' boring talks about politics, business, and other things your husband could easily handle.

He was a hero, after all.

Thank you for the reading!🖤 [MAIN M-LIST]🪓[BRUCE WAYNE M-LIST]🪓[KO-FI]

[destinyswoes]

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. "Patrick…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 even 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 boobs 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 against your nose. "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 repeated his ravenous assault on them once again.

"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.

[destinyswoes]

Hi Lexi! I have to say that I wasn't even into Patrick Bateman before I started reading your works, but now I'm completely hooked! If you would allow me to ask you one small thing, I would be so happy! Could you please write some spicy somnophilia with Patrick? Excuse me my English! It's not my native language! Anyway, I hope you're in high spirits and wish you all the best! Keep cooking, Queen!😘

In The Air Tonight

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x fem!Reader

CW: Smut, somnophilia, orgasm denial (kinda), mutual hand job, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking, finger sucking, dirty talk, pet names, touch starved Patrick.

SONG REC: Phil Collins — In The Air Tonight

A/N: Hello my dear anon! Thank you so much for all the kind words, I really appreciate them! I hope you'll enjoy this little writing.

That night, after an unpleasant conversation with Bateman that bordered on an argument, you couldn't really sleep. And the fact that he was gone, leaving you alone in his lavish apartment, didn't help, but you managed to convince yourself that you wouldn't stay up late waiting for him to return. Even if he didn't get back until morning, you wouldn't care—or at least you forced yourself to believe that you wouldn't. Eventually you fell asleep with a smile on your face, dreaming about how Patrick would try to justify where he had been all night.

The fresh night breeze sipping through the bedroom blinds tickled your exposed skin as you slept uncovered, and while Bateman always had to put a blanket on you every night, tonight you slept alone and his big bed seemed so strangely cold. A soft, barely audible click echoed through the hallway as someone unlocked the front door, and the next moment the owner of the apartment crossed the threshold, moving as subtly as a cat—you didn't have a chance to notice his presence.

With slow, precise steps, Patrick walked past the living room, only to stop in the doorway to his bedroom to see your motionless, sleeping form; his hazel eyes took in the sight of the beautiful curve of your hips, and then, as you suddenly rolled onto your stomach, your ass was on full display for him to admire, and the man couldn't help but gasp, his hands instinctively fixing his red tie, which he then had to loosen.

Just when he thought he had the situation under control, you made a small, sexy sound that was something between a moan and a sigh, and even though it was quiet, Bateman still managed to hear it, and he was not very happy about it.

Cursing to himself, he pulled himself away from the doorjamb, brushing his hair back, not even noticing that his free hand was already busy undoing his clothes. First Patrick unbuttoned his navy blue shirt, the cotton material smooth under his fingertips, then he moved closer to the bed, kneeling down on it with precise caution, because he didn't want to wake you. Not yet.

Hugging the pillow, you were completely unaware of what was happening, even as the man lay next to you and his large palm slid down your cheek, you only sighed in response, almost nudging into his touch.

"God, you look so sweet like that," Bateman crooned, continuing to caress your face, his thumb sliding gently down to your lips, tracing their outline. "So peaceful."

Sniffing sleepily, you suddenly felt a lingering touch slide down your spine as you rolled onto your side. Then the touch became more deliberate and demanding, descending to your lower back, then to the hem of your nightgown, only to lift it up and spread your legs, teasing your delicate pussy lips. Half awake, you stifled a moan from the knotting sensation that was pooling down your lower body, Patrick's thumb flicking around your sensitive little bud feeling almost electric. The man couldn't hide his excitement at the way your body was responding even though you were unconscious, that notion made his cock twitch and spurred him to unzip his Armani pants in one impatient motion.

"Patrick," you murmured suddenly, still half asleep. "Is that you? You…came back?"

Bateman chuckled with amusement. "Of course it's me," he chanted in response, and before you could even react, the man grabbed your hand and placed it on his engorged dick, forcing you to stroke it. "Who else could it be? Were you thinking of someone else, darling?" His question caught you off guard, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his soft finger pads playing with your swollen clit.

Without really caring if you answered, Patrick repositioned his thumb, plunging it into your mouth to slide it along your wet tongue, making you taste yourself. Whimpering around his finger, you let him use your hand the way he wanted, the friction of his thick cock along the soft skin of your palm driving him crazy, but he tried his best to prolong this moment before he could finally fuck you senseless.

"Just you…" you bubbled breathlessly after licking his thumb. "All I could think about… was you… how I was going to slap your face when you got back!"

Bateman felt the warmth grow between his legs as he pressed his hard cock firmly against your soaking cunt, grinding it between your thighs, he could feel your legs tense under the silky fabric of your nightgown. "You can try," his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer, his veiny shaft sliding back and forth between your soaped pussy lips, its tip teasing your clit with each slow stroke. "But first… I'm going to fuck you."

Never waiting for any kind of confirmation or consent, Bateman slammed his cock into you with a powerful, brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside your blushing cleft. The man let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your tightness envelop him, his fingers digging harder into your waist.

"Fuck… so tight…" his voice was strained with lust as he immediately began to move, thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock stretching your inner walls painfully. "I missed this."

The only sounds in the room were the creaking of the bed and the wet, slick sound of Patrick's cock driving in and out of you; his breaths came in ragged gasps as he continued to fuck you mercilessly, his fingers squeezing your hips tighter and tighter, enough to leave bruises.

At one point you had to grab the pillow for support, but Bateman had other plans, his large palms finding yours so quickly. Without any resistance from your side, the man pinned your wrists to the bed with one hand, the smooth metal of his Rolex sliding along your hot skin.

"I…" you hiccupped as he suddenly rolled his hips against yours, the curve of his dick hitting all the right spots inside of you, coaxing your pussy to clench around him. "I'm gonna cum."

To your surprise, instead of saying something mocking or taunting, Bateman just briefly nibbled your craned neck, picking up the pace, holding you as close as he could. When you closed your eyes, you were literally melting in his arms, at his mercy, your body was like the musical instrument, and he was the perfect musician, knowing exactly where to push and pull.

"Patrick…mhm…s-so close!" You instinctively tried to free your hands as you couldn't really control your body, but he held you too tightly. "So…fucking close!"

Hearing your desperate moans, the man stopped moving. "Hang on," he whispered suddenly, pulling out of you, leaving you empty and teetering on the edge, but never really falling over. "I have a better idea."

With that, Patrick shifted his position to kneel on the bed, the moonlight outlining his chiseled frame, leaving shadows on the wall that made him look even more mysterious. But you didn't really have time to admire this scene as he positioned you on all fours, his strong hands already wrapped around your waist.

"'C'mon, honey," the man husked, brushing his messy bangs from his sweaty forehead. "I wanna see you fucking yourself on my dick," he kneaded your ass gently, almost lovingly, before delivering a hard slap. "Use my cock darling, don't be shy."

The way he talked, the way he groped every little curve of your body, it was intoxicating, it was overwhelming, you were literally afraid to pass out at any second if he continued to torture you like this.

"God, you're such an asshole, Bateman," you scoffed before letting out a loud whimper as your bodies connected again, but this angel struck differently, forcing your inner channel to encase his dick like a tight glove. "Fuck…" you cursed again, rocking back and forth, his dick thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt so deliciously you swore you could see stars before your eyes. "You…I h-hate you!"

Grinning, Patrick pulled up the hem of your nightgown and left it folded at your waist, wanting to have the full picture of the way you were taking him. Every jiggle of your ass, your pussy so wet and stretched out to accommodate his huge size. Perfect. You were so fucking perfect, but he couldn't allow himself to admit it.

"Faster," Bateman moaned through clenched teeth, clasping his hands behind the back of his head and bucking his hips against yours. "Damn...you moan like a bitch in the heat...and your voice sounds so fucking cute when you curse like that."

No way you would respond to his cheesy provocations. Not now, when you were so close to your exquisite orgasm. This bastard could say whatever he wanted, you wouldn't even mind him being arrogant about his "magical" ability to make you cum so quickly. You didn't care because in the end you would be satisfied.

The obscene, almost grotesque sound of flesh slapping against flesh was hypnotic, your labored panting and his low groaning, your "sweet" curses mixing with his little praises. When you finally let yourself go and put your hand between your legs to rub your feverish clit, you almost bite the pillow under your sweaty body. This delirious sensation, rippling through every little part of your body, setting every nerve ending on fire—well, for that you could even forgive Patrick for being a dork.

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i would love to see more jealous patrick ❤️😫

Hello, dear anon!💗

Ohhh, jealous Patrick is a thing!

In the middle of dinner with Bateman's family in Dorsia, the reservation Patrick had been trying to get all week, you needed a moment to powder your nose. On your way back to your table, you were playing with the ring Patrick had gifted you a week ago—a huge gem shone on it whenever you rolled it between your fingers—but when you were distracted by the waiter, you accidentally dropped the ring, and if the stranger hadn't caught it, it would have rolled across the floor to God only knew where.

"Oh, thank you so much!" You beamed and smiled as the unfamiliar but handsome man returned the ring.

"It's nothing, really." He replied, examining you curiously from head to toe.

Such attention made you embarrassed, but then you felt a burning sensation between your shoulders. When you turned around, you locked your confused gaze with Bateman's, his hazel eyes piercing through yours like sharp daggers.

"Uh, thanks again! But I have to go!" With these words you walked away from the stranger before he could tell you something else.

Sheepishly you approached the table where Patrick, his parents and his brother Sean with his date were waiting for you. And even though Bateman's face was devoid of emotion, the moment you took your seat, his large palm found its way to your inner thigh in the blink of an eye.

"So, who was that guy?" He whispered in your ear, leaning closer so only you could hear. "And why was he touching you?"

You let out a shaky breath and smiled politely over Mrs. Bateman's comment that she was glad you were finally back. "What?" You asked bewilderedly without looking at the man next to you. "I just dropped my ring."

"You dropped the ring?" Patrick almost chuckled, his hand diving deeper between your legs under the table, forcing you to grab it to keep him from going any further. "Forgot how to wear a ring, sunshine?" The man took the opportunity to nip at your neck while everyone at the table was busy with each other. "When we get home, I'll remind you… I'll remind you of everything."

His skillful fingers reached beneath your skirt no matter how hard you tried to stop them. Now, they were brazenly playing with the lace of your panties and perfectly hiding beneath the soft material of your dress.

"Patrick," you gasped, gripping the table to stifle a moan as Bateman pressed his thumb against your blushing clit. "Please," your pathetic pleas only brought a broad grin to his smug face. "Stop."

And then Patrick's mother asked you a question you couldn't even hear as your whole body was focused on the rising tension in your lower abdomen as the man was relentless in his intentions to work you up.

"Excuse me…could you please repeat your question? You asked, completely awkward.

Patrick smirked arrogantly and leaned back in his chair. "She asked if you liked the food," he muttered mockingly, before shoving his two digits into your oozing pussy. "Believe me, Mother, she is enjoying the evening. Am I right, honey?"

Paralyzed, you were about to explode at how shamelessly Bateman was behaving, literally fingering you in front of his family. Biting your lower lip for a second, you tried to take a sip of mineral water, but the man wouldn't let you as he intensified his ministrations, curling his fingers to stimulate that spongy spot inside you that made you grip the surface of the table once again.

"Yes…everything is perfect," you managed to blurt out, sensing the cool metal of his Rolex gliding along your hot skin, the contrast only heightening the pleasure. "Thank you, Patrick."

"You're welcome, darling," the man chirped, leaning closer to peck your cheek in an affectionate, pretending way, only to purr into your ear. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't even remember your own name." And with that, Bateman sat back, looking cheeky as ever, as he felt your inner walls contracting around his fingers once he began to rub your little bud with his thumb.

Mrs. Bateman couldn't help but smile. "Oh, you two are so adorable! Such a loving couple."

With a soft chuckle, Patrick grinned in pure delight. "Thank you. We really are."

Bastard.

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helloo, i had a friend recommend you to me because i wouldn’t shut up about bateman <33 now i think i’ve reread most of your work more than once, it’s oddly comforting 😭

anyways

id love to see you write something with a more insecure flat chested fem reader! i feel like just maybe patrick can be wholesome, in his own lewd little way 🙏

(also maybe using “Dear” as a pet name <33)

even if you don’t do this, i hope your doing well and i look forward to whatever you do in the future! keep up the good work 🫀

Hello, honey! Thank you so much for your support, I think I'm as obsessed with Patrick as you are! :D I hope you like this prompt! *big hugs* 🖤🤞

No matter how hard you tried to hide your insecurities about your breasts, Patrick could read you like an open book.

Frustrated, you sat on his lap and watched his favorite horror movie with him. He would gently stroke your cheek and make you turn your face to glance at him:

"What's wrong, dear?"

"Nothing." You would mumble, looking into his hazel, captivating eyes. 

His lips ticked with deception as he knew you were hiding something from him. Tenderly, Bateman ran his long fingers down your neck, tickling your soft skin a little, your toes curling instantly at his sudden touch.

"Patrick," you gasped quietly as he covered your lips with a soft kiss, his palms slowly cupping your small breasts, but you stopped him decisively and moved his hands away. "Please, don't -"

"Why? They're gorgeous, baby," he groped your tits again, more sensibly this time, causing you to bite your lower lip as his digits outlined the shape of your small tips. "I want to taste them. Will you let me taste them, sweetheart?"

Panting, you just nodded in response before throwing your head back as his hot lips found their way to your clavicle. Damn, his arms were so strong while his palms were so big, covering your boobs so easily, you didn't have a chance to resist. Leisurely, Patrick took off your shirt. Then he planted a wet kiss on the hollow between your breasts, making you instinctively hug his neck to hold him closer.

"A-a-aw! Patrick," you squirmed around his knees, dipping your fingers into his brown hair. "Do you think I need breast implants?"

Bateman suddenly stopped, gave you a deadly stare, and then pulled your bra down rather roughly, tugging on both of your nipples with undisguised crave.

"Mm-hhm, oh my Gosh!" With a loud moan, you clung to his broad shoulders as you searched for support, your body already sinking into an ocean of pure bliss.

"So delicious," Patrick purred against your sensitive skin as he sealed his plump lips around your taut little tip, swirling his tongue around it, savoring every little sound that erupted from your rapidly rising chest. "Such a perfect girl."

Embarrassed, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, his sensual ministrations setting you completely on fire, to the point where you were afraid of soaking his pants.

"Darling, don't hide from me, I want you to watch me play with these beautiful tits." He growled in a raspy voice, and its vibration sent tingles through your lower abdomen.

"Patrick!" You mewled as you looked down at him, his dark eyes alluring you, and you melted at the way his mouth devoured your engorged nipples as he took both of them at once.

You lost it irrevocably as you felt his white, sharp teeth nipping at your taut peak. There was even something animalistic about the way he did it, but that only added fuel to the flame, because now you didn't have any thoughts about your imperfection.

With him, nothing could stop you from falling into the abyss of pure passion and love.

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Patrick catches you masturbating in the shower

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Masturbation, Daddy kink, fingering, mild size kink, unprotected sex, blow jobs & deepthroating, pussy eating, squirting, body worship, spanking, marking, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, hair pulling, Patrick is very possessive.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]; [MY IMAGINES AND SHORT REQUESTS].

Even though you had stayed at Patrick's apartment several times before, you had never really thought about taking a shower because you were afraid of spoiling something in this extremely lavish place. But tonight the two of you were going to see the show on Broadway, and since it was pretty hot in New York these days, you decided to freshen up a bit, knowing that you had to look absolutely impeccable. 

As you stood under the streams of warm water, you imagined Patrick standing in this exact spot every morning—the lather running down his broad back, outlining his tight muscles until it slid off his firm ass. You let out a rapid breath as just the thought of it set your nerve endings on fire, and dear God, you needed him here and now. Hot and bothered, you slowly traced your hand between your legs, never stopping to think about Bateman, his strong arms and the dimples on his lower back. One day you accidentally stumbled into the bathroom while he was showering, and you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sighе—Patrick didn't mind, in fact, he was glad to be presented like this, enjoying the way you looked at him as if he were a God in the flesh.

"Mmhm-fuck," you whispered into the palm of your hand, leaning against the wet marble wall in front of you as you touched your aching clit. "Patrick...please..."

With your eyes closed, you rubbed your little bud with slow but intense movements before you began to pump your throbbing pussy until you felt yourself so close to falling apart that you had to stop for a second, wanting to tease yourself a little longer to make your orgasm even more vivid. Panting, you took your hard nipple between your thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling it, when suddenly you heard a low, almost mocking sneer behind your back. For a moment you thought it was just your imagination, considering how easily you fantasized about this man whenever he was away. But now it all seemed too real. Slowly, you turned around, the sound of splashing water nothing more than a backdrop to the raspy, tantalizing voice that could only belong to one person.

"My my, I never thought I'd see you like this," Patrick crooned, standing in the doorway to the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest. "Enjoying yourself, princess?"

Princess.

The nickname alone almost made your legs buckle, but you managed to keep yourself upright. "I thought... I thought I locked the door," you blurted out awkwardly, standing half facing him. "I didn't expect you to come... so early."

The man grinned as he watched you closely—the way you tried to cover yourself with your fingers still inside you made him laugh, but when you attempted to pull away and pretend nothing had happened, Patrick pointed a finger and chuckled.

"Hey, stay where you are," he ordered, loosening his tie with his other hand. "You're not going anywhere, kitten."

His hoarse voice echoed off the bathroom walls, sending cold shivers down your spine, contrasting with the hot steam in the shower. The moments before Bateman's return felt like an eternity, but as soon as he walked in, almost naked, wearing only his red silk boxers, you wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and let him use you as he pleased. And Patrick didn't keep you waiting, he slipped his briefs down and approached the shower, giving you a full view of his perfect physique; his thick, fully erect dick bobbing up and down as he walked and fucking hell, it was a sight to kill.

With one practiced move, Bateman opened the shower door and joined you in the steamy shower, pressing you against his solid form and pulling you into a lingering kiss that left you dizzy, but that was only the beginning. The slight friction of your mound against his cock spurred you both to rub against each other until Patrick couldn't wait any longer and pushed down on your shoulders to make you kneel before him. 

"Did you miss me, darling?" He asked you, encircling his dick at the base to stroke its entire length. "Tell me you missed me."

You licked your lips briefly and instinctively squeezed your breasts together, your eyes fixed on his large palm as he stroked his beefy shaft, the water splashing down on you in harsh jets, but you didn't care. 

"I missed you," you gave in, biting the inside of your cheek as he gently cupped your face and teased your lips with his tip. "I missed you...s-so much, Daddy."

Squinting down at you, Patrick let out a soft chuckle before he collected your hair in his fist for better control, and the next second your mouth was around his hot flesh. At first, Bateman was slow and delicate, but that was only for a moment considering how quickly this man could lose his mind, especially when you were sucking him off like a fucking lollypop.

"Mmmh," you moaned around him as you used your hands to massage his balls while he fucked your throat. Patrick only gave you a brief moment of respite as he wanted to reposition you a bit to dive even deeper into your mouth. "You... are so f-fucking huge."

"Gonna choke on me, huh?" Bateman winked and plunged down your throat again. "Take all of me."

And you did exactly what he wanted, wrapping your hands around his strong hips for support, but the intensity of his movements was literally overwhelming, reducing you to a whimpering mess without a single coherent thought. 

"Ohhh, what's wrong?" The man taunted you as he noticed your eyes rolling back into your head. "Too much for a cock-drunk slut like you?"

He didn't let you answer, though—he just kept pounding into your face with sheer abandon. Only when he got bored with your mouth did he pull back and lift you up to turn you over so that your ass was completely at his mercy. After several hard slaps, Bateman crouched down and spread your buttocks to give your throbbing cunt a long, flat lick, starting at your clit and ending at your puckered little hole.

"Daddy," you wailed, grabbing his head. "I'm so... so close!"

"I bet you are," he hissed and spanked your bottom again, watching it jiggle before leaving a small bite on your right ass cheek. "You been fingering that little pussy all day while Daddy was at work? You're not guilty of that? For touching what's mine?"

Shit, shit, shit!

His goddamn mouth felt so good on you as the man knew how to treat you right, how to pull the strings to make you tremble and moan like a bitch in heat. But what he also knew was that he wouldn't last long if you kept moaning like that, arching your back and grinding your ass against his flushed face. All the while Patrick was pumping himself, the water washing away every drop of his pre-cum, but the tension in the base of his balls was a testament to how fucking aroused he was— just one more wiggle of your hips against his face and he would be done.

"I wanna cum inside," he rasped abruptly and stood up, tossing your wet hair aside to kiss the small of your neck. "I wanna make you so full of my cum..."

Gasping, you stood on your toes as the man began to poke at your worked up opening, stretching your pussy with his girth. "Yes...yes, Daddy," you almost whispered into his mouth as he grabbed your neck to make you look at him. "Do it...please...I want you to-"

And then you both lost it as Bateman finally bottomed you out and soon you felt him moving inside of you, his heavy sac slapping against your ass with every powerful thrust. You found yourself so small next to him, trapped between the pile of muscles and a black, smooth wall made of perfect, expensive tiles. With a throaty groan, he fucked you hard, he fucked you as if he really believed you could be one, as if there was no tomorrow, as if both your lives depended on it.

"Holy shit," he suddenly cursed under his breath, grabbing your shoulder for leverage. "Your pussy clings to me so fucking... hard."

The man punctuated his words with deep, desperate strokes, hugging you with his free hand to squeeze your breasts, but then Patrick drew it down to your lower abdomen and God, he could swear he could feel his dick moving inside your little body. That sensation, along with all the little lewd whimpers you made and your inner walls encasing him like a fucking vine, coaxed him to fuck you even harder, literally sprawling you against the shower wall. And when you finally collapsed, squirting from the merciless assault on your G-spot, Patrick followed your suit and unloaded his thick spurts of seed deep into your womb, anchoring you to his muscular body to make sure that every last drop of his cum was secured inside you.

Like a reminder to you not to touch what belonged to him.

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Good Morning my love, I hope you're feeling better <3 if you're could you please write readers dad's best friend Patrick X submissive reader who does what she's told until it comes to Patrick that one day she's home alone and her dad has gone out to work while Patrick and the reader is all alone in the house, making Patrick a coffee he stands behind her and whispers dirty things in her ear making heat creep up her neck💗I love you ma'am, thank you for being you!💗

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— A/N: My dear, thank you so much for your kind words and your request! I hope you like it! I really couldn't help it! 🖤

— LINKS: [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST] 

God, you shouldn't have stayed alone with him, you knew you shouldn't, but you stayed, feeling yourself burning like a match just by looking at him.

With his natural haughty smile, Bateman asked you for coffee, and a good girl like you couldn't refuse his offer. He caught you in the kitchen just as you were about to ask him if he wanted some low-calorie cream.

"What is it, baby girl?" His velvety voice flowed through your body like a hot chocolate you drank a few hours ago.

"Mr. B-Bateman, I was just about to ask you if you wanted me to -" You gasped as he pushed you a little harder against the counter, the big bulge in his pants brushing teasingly against your hips, making you lose your ability to think, to speak, to breathe.

"C'mon, honey," he purred directly into your ear, tickling your sensitive skin with his hot breath. "Don't be shy."

Panting audibly, you turned around to face him and almost immediately regretted it - his brown eyes were so mesmerizing that your mind was about to collapse. "Would you like me to put some cream in your coffee, sir?"

Patrick chuckled before tracing his long finger across your cheek, but you recoiled as if he had given you an electric shock. "Cream would be nice."

Fuck, the way he said that sounded so nasty and sinful that your legs were about to give way while your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. Bateman couldn't take his eyes off your embarrassingly cute face, his digit now roaming over your clavicle, before he finally reached your shaped breasts.

"Mmm, I didn't know girls as innocent as you didn't wear bras." He mused, pinching one of your nipples, causing your whole body to shake.

"S-stop," you closed your eyes and tried to pull his hand away, but he only pressed you harder against the counter behind you. "Mr. Bateman, mhmm!"

A quick move and his warm, pouty lips were on yours, kissing them hungrily, while his large palms were busy caressing your juicy tits. Fuck, no one had ever touched you like this before, so when Patrick slid his hand under your t-shirt, a loud moan broke out from your lips and he used that moment to shove his tongue into your mouth.

"Mmm, I can't believe your father was hiding you from me for so long," Bateman murmured as he nuzzled your neck, shamelessly groping your hips and making you almost go limp in his strong arms. "Now be a good girl and show me where your room is. Daddy wants to play with you, little one."

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Hi! I love your blog so much! What do you think are Patrick's favorite sex positions?🫣

Hello!💕

Thank you so much for the kind words!

Talking about the possible favorite sex positions of Patrick according to the book / the movie:

NSFW

Doggy, Prone Bone, Missionary (fifty fifty, I guess?).

Doggy because of the control he can have, obviously. He can pound into you as deep as he wants, pull your hair, have your ass on full display for his greedy eyes and along with it he can spank you, squeeze you, play with your breasts and so on. But yes, showing dominance in this position is the easiest and that is the main thing he loves about it, in my opinion. Also, his primal instincts really kick in in this position, turning him into a savage beast who only wants to possess and claim.

Prone Bone is like an upgraded version of Doggy, but this way he can sheath himself even deeper and trap you underneath him, wrapping his hands all around you while grinding his strong hips against yours. And frankly, I think Prone Bone is more intimate than Doggy because he can literally cocoon you in his arms and press his warm lips against your exposed neck to listen to your moans, which will be so loud whenever he rolls his hips because he knows how and when to do it to drive you crazy. Prone Bone is my personal favorite when it comes to Patrick, hehe, because imagine feeling the weight of his body, the warmth of it, the power he has over you. Magnificent.

When it comes to Missionary, I think he might like it because he can actually see your blissed out face and it only spurs him on to keep going, to push you beyond your limits, to make you writhing underneath him. But also the intimacy of it, the fact that he can easily shush you with his mouth if you get too vocal is very appealing. I've read several statements that Patrick only fucks those he really likes in this position and I can't agree or disagree with that. But what I am sure of is that when he asks you to wrap your legs around his lower back, this man can easily lose his mind from the friction your bodies make together. Patrick will also tell you to open your eyes and look at him when he feels you are about to collapse. Missionary is perfect for this kind of visual contact and he loves it so much.

I can also make a list of sex positions that I think Patrick might like (headcanon), but some of them may be a bit controversial. Let me know if you're interested, hehe. Thanks for sending me this ask, I enjoyed answering it!💕

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It's really funny to take Spanish with people from different Spanish-speaking countries, because the ones from South American countries are like "Yeah no one uses vosotros, we don't know what it's doing here" and the ones from Europe are like "If you don't give our beloved second-person plural its due respect, the Hounds will find you"

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Mark talking you through it

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!reader

Summary: Mark takes your virginity and talks you through it

Warnings: Smut smutty smut, dirty talk, reader is afab, virginity loss, some profanity

A/N: i have so many ideas and things in the works but so little time 😭 also it’s exam season…but i have a duty to keep y’all fed so enjoy this crumb for now (sorry it’s short!)

You had never done anything like this before.

All the sensations and touches and feelings were new to you. A lot of it felt amazing.. his hands, big and calloused from fighting, were gentle on your bare skin. He was very attentive to how you reacted to everything.

It was after a homecoming game.

He’d forced the guardians to cover for him if anything came up and decided to spend the night with you. It was great especially given that you could finally spend time with him. You didn’t care what you two did. Sometimes you guys binged a show, other times it was a simple walk around campus or a park…

As long as you got to be with him.

However, this particular night after the game you two ended up making out and naked on his bed. It wasn’t big, just a twin xl like all the other dorms, but it was enough for you both. A bed’s a bed after all. He was experienced, at least from what you could tell. He didn’t seem too nervous or shy even.

He moved with confidence, but still asking for consent with everything before he actually did it. It was a bit cute but you truly admired that about him.

Everything was going great until you really looked at him…down there, and something in your head made you freak out.

He was actually kind of big, at least bigger than you expected, and that thick vein running up the side wasn’t helping calm your nerves either.

“Will that even fit?”, You whispered looking down. You looked into his eyes a bit worried. Your legs also close, but you did that unconsciously.

“I’ll go slow..” He kissed you gently, looking back into your eyes with a soft expression and a hand caressing your cheek. “And we can stop if it gets to be too much. Promise.”

You just nod and wrapped your arms around his neck as he positioned himself between your legs. You knew he was strong but sometimes you forgot exactly how strong. It wasn’t big something about the way he pushed your legs open and how a hand held your hip in place…

You quickly snapped out of thought as you felt his head push against your slick entrance while simultaneously brushing gently against your clit. He teased a bit so he could gather some of the wetness to coat himself for an easier slide inside. It already felt so good and he wasn’t even in you yet.

Then, he slowly pushed inside.

It was painful, and a stretch, too. Even going slow you had to stop him when he was halfway in to get used to him, a shaky hand pressing against his hardened abs. He peppered your face with kisses in the meantime until it started feeling okay. Then “okay” slowly became fucking amazing.

His size was still a bit much though, but god did he talk you through it.

It was getting overwhelming quick as he slowly thrusted and his strong arms caged you in. And, he just filled you up so good all you could do was whine and moan. It became so much that you started to cry a bit from the pleasure.

“I know baby, i know.” Mark whispered close to your ear. His voice was breathy and husky now. “I’m right here.. You feel so good. Fuck—, so fucking good baby..”

You couldn’t respond.

Not even if you wanted to.

As he bottomed you out and started picking up his pace all you could do was say his name over and over.

“You’re taking me so well. I knew you could do it, so proud of you…” He groaned while kissing your neck. He said you looked pretty under him too but you could barely hear that part as you were so focused on how good it felt.

The bed stared squeaking louder as he was getting close with you not far behind but you knew he wouldn’t finish before you. The second he started huskily telling you to let go and “finish all over him” it was over.

“That’s my pretty girl. So good for me.” He cooed. He held you by your sides as you came even gently still thrusting to add to it.

And even after he pulled out and finished on your stomach and thighs he was still saying filthy things.

“Look at you, so pretty even all messed up like this..”

That sock never came off that door that night.

[destinyswoes]

- Putting Mark on a sex ban

Warning: MDNI 🔞, not quite smut but very suggestive

Mark would totally give you puppy dog eyes the second you put him on a sex ban.

“No, you didn’t pull out last night so you’re on a pussy ban.” You say nonchalantly while folding laundry. You didn’t really mean it, and it pained you just as much but you had no choice. Otherwise you’d end up pregnant.

“But baby..”, he whined. He was not helping fold the clothes at all by the way.

This man was on his knees next to you giving you the saddest look. Lip pouting and all.

He hugged your thigh with his strong arms, one big hand resting on your lower stomach.

You couldn’t look at him. If you did you’d definitely give in no time.

“No.” You threw down a folded suit like you were annoyed.

But you loved this. How he practically begged for you. Really thinking about it gives you butterflies.

You wanted him again just as bad. You caught how he’d walk around shirtless to try and reel you in. Oh, how those abs did something to you every time. On the inside you wanted to jump his bones. On the outside you just said, “Not gonna work, Grayson.”

Mark would whine around the house complaining. You could tell he was playing along though.

He’d hold you extra tight and long sometimes. Cuddled you extra close at night in bed.

He almost started crying when you teased him and rubbed his morning wood one day.

“Please- please…I need you. I’m sorry.” He said through gritted teeth. It was too much for him.

“Not until you promise you’ll pull out next time.” You say kissing his flushed neck. You felt him furiously nodding, but once he realized you wanted a verbal answer he’d start whining about how he swears he’ll pull out and begs you to keep going.

“Fine.” You said starting to strip out your nightgown. “It’s about time. I was about to lose it myself..”

[destinyswoes]

Twisted and titillating

Summary: You were crushing on Mark’s dad. You felt horrible but now you wanted him to crush you.

Warnings: MDNI {18+}, afab!reader, reader is pervertedd in this, also very into Mark’s dad even though she’s dating him, mentions of nasty sexual desires, age gap mentioned.

All characters are over 18 and the reader is implied to be in early 20s!

A/N: Yes, my brain is finally into Omni Man/Nolan. He is so fine he literally threw me back into my dilf/into way older guys phase. (those from my wolverine era know what’s up)

Anyways, there will be a part two to this because ughhhh😖💞 and yes it will be good.

🤍 This is a bit inspired by this post by @justagirlswrld

You didn’t know when it started but whenever Marks dad came around your heart started speeding up. You didn’t know why either.

You were dating Mark. Not his dad. So why did his dad look so…???

Handsome?

You never caught his age. Maybe he was 40, 50 even. That gray streak is what gave it away but those muscles…

Why is he so muscular for someone his age? You never see him at the gym or anything. Not even a jog and Debbie never said anything about it either. She was so fucking lucky. Part of you disgustingly wondered how she only got pregnant once.

Sometimes if you slept over with Mark, with the door open of course, you’d catch his dad walking around in just sweats. Sweats that for some reason beautifully outlined his bulge. God, were you sick.

You just became an adult and you’re lusting for someone’s dad, no, Marks dad. Your boyfriend’s dad. Not to mention the age gap and the fact he’s fucking married. And happily so. You felt so, so conflicted. So gross.

But when he smiled that smile and stared into your soul with those deep blue eyes that one night you were grabbing water you felt less bad. Maybe he felt the same? No.

Yeah, just no. What were you thinking?

You tried to stop yourself from thinking about his gray and black happy trail or those ridiculously big pecks and biceps he has. You really did. You tried to imagine what it would do to Debbie. The sweetest lady you’ve ever known.

You tried to imagine the look of horror and sick that would appear on Marks face if he ever found out.

But then one day you were trying to reach for something on a high shelf and here comes Mr. Grayson behind you asking if you needed help and before you could step aside he’s right up on you, a big calloused hand on your hip and his hips against your rear end, and he’s reaching up there for you.

You felt the heat of his body.

The hot breath against your neck and a small grunt in your right ear. The faint smell of cologne filled your nostrils and went straight to your pussy.

And your young hormones had you thinking you could feel his cock pressed against the curve of your ass. Being trapped between that counter and the hottest dad in the neighborhood was almost the best thing that could’ve happened to you.

You were embarrassingly instantly wet from it too. Wetter quicker than you ever were with Mark. Your boyfriend, by the way. Maybe it was the thrill of it all.

And it really just felt so…so…intentional?

You blinked at him when you finally turned around and he was just smiling at you again. You swore with that look in his eyes he somehow knew your mind. People with blue eyes always looked right into your soul.

This man looked into your soul and more. He was in your head. You swore it. You just did.

You felt your cheeks blush and burn like crazy as you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for just a second, and a shorter time to glance at your breasts, and then back into your eyes. His were half lidded and almost glossy.

Those few seconds lasted hours.

When he finally handed you what you wanted you were still frozen for a second before you finally stumbled over a “thanks” and started avoiding eye contact.

From that day forward you were just so awkward around him. Laughing at all his ridiculous dad jokes just a bit too loud. Standing closer to him when you could without looking suspicious or even sitting super close on the couch. At night you took multiple bathroom trips just to see if you could catch him.

You hoped maybe one night he’d pull you somewhere secret and just tear you in half.

God, you wanted to fuck this man raw so bad. You wanted to choke and spit and gag on his dick so bad it was going to drive you crazy. You wanted to hear that sultry voice talk you through it, teach you things about pleasure and sex a guy your age could never. You needed those experienced fingers in your mouth, teasing your breasts and fingering your pussy. Those thick fucking fingers. You were just so fucked but you couldn’t help it.

Not when he has that stupid deep, smooth voice and those strong hands that can manhandle the hell out of you. And that confidence. And that dick print was just thick as fuck too.

You almost couldn’t recognize yourself anymore. So you like dads now, so what? Society made the term dilf for a reason.

Eye contact was always intense now too. You guys just stare whenever Debbie or Mark was distracted enough. One time before dinner you finally got bold and bit your lip at him while Debbie had her head in the oven.

And, this man proceeded to do something that shook you to core.

He stared right back at you, smiled that same smile that caused those beautiful crinkles…

and he fucking palmed himself.

At this point, you hoped was just as disgusting as you.

[destinyswoes]

Spite can be a incredible motivator

[destinyswoes]

fun fact about me is that when i was a kid id write capital E’s with as many of those little horizontal lines as possible and id call them ladder E’s and adults fucking hated them