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Imagine calling him daddy 🥵

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You’re doing the lord’s work 🙏🙏🙏

Bruce Wayne Masterlist👔

One-shots:

Delirium (NSFW)

Safe and Sound (NSFW)

SUGAR (NSFW)

Headcanons:

Carrying His Child | Patrick Bateman/Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

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My everything ♥️

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The words to describe what I would let this man do to me do not exist in the Bible

Christian Bale photographed by Craig De Cristo (2000) 

(christianbalefanatic edit)

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On my HANDS and KNEES for him

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Love it!!

Some of my Bateman/Bale stickers on my various laptop/iPads! Thank you @makeyoumine69 for the inspiration 🫶🏻

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Kissing him would change my life

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Falling For Mr. Bateman Chapter 6

Hey everyone, sorry to leave you hanging, I’ve been a bit burnt out, but I’m feeling better now and ready to get back to it. Here’s the next chapter of my story, and this one is extra spicy. Enjoy 😉

A day and a half later, I’m sitting at my desk, pretending to be busy. After the other day, Patrick has gone back to being his cold self. You would almost think that we had never had sex. All day yesterday I was waiting for him to say anything, but I never got any kind of interaction outside of work related things. And today was no different. Normally at five, I ask him if he needs anything else from me before I head home, but today I’m annoyed with him, so when the clock says 4:58, I pick up my bag and walk out the door silently.

As I’m about to cross the street, my phone rings. Patrick Bateman. Did I forget something? I answer, “Hello?”.

“Where did you go?” He growls. He’s angry, really, really angry. “I left. It’s five pm. That’s when I always leave.”

“Did I dismiss you?” “What?” “I said,” he pauses, “Did I dismiss you? You come talk to me before you leave every day, and I tell you whether or not you can go. You didn’t do that today.”

I’m sorry, Patrick, you haven’t talked to me all day, I just assumed-” He interrupts me, “Don’t assume. Stay right there at the curb, I’ll be right down.”

And then he’s at my side, grabs my arm, and pulls me into a cab. In the back of the car, he’s incredibly pissed off, and the energy is tense, not in the way our other car rides have been. He doesn’t talk the entire ride to his apartment, and when we get there, he grabs my arm and drags me all the way to his apartment.

He threw me into the bedroom. “Undress. Now.” He says, loosening his tie. I take my clothes off as quickly as possible, while he undresses at a more leisurely speed. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees. By the edge.” he commands. I do what he says, too nervous to hesitate. Slowly, he pulls his belt out of the loops of his pants on the floor, and folds it in half, and walks over to stand right behind me.

He gently runs the leather belt across my ass, teasing me. “You left at 4:58. And you’re not supposed to leave until 5. That’s two minutes early.”

He pulls back the belt and smacks my ass, hard. I cry out in pain. Before I can say anything, the belt hits me again on the other cheek. “That’s one for each minute. And this,” the belt comes down again, “is for trying to leave without saying goodbye to me.” I give a small scream, aroused. He brings the belt down three more times, and I’m whimpering with need. I hear him breathing hard, and when I turn my head toward him, I see how hard he is. “And those last three are because I want to hurt you. Do you like when I hurt you, Rosalie?”

“Yes sir, I like when you hurt me” I say weakly. “Good.” and then he throws the belt on the floor and enters me from behind, Hard. He’s roughly fucking me, and I make sounds of pain and pleasure as he spanks me repeatedly.

“Do you like being punished?” he stops slapping my ass and reaches his hand around to play with my clit. “Yes sir,” I moan, “I like being punished.”

“You’re so wet for me. Does getting spanked turn you on?” “Yes sir, it’s so hot when you spank me.”

It feels so good to be dominated like this, to know that Patrick has absolute control over what happens to me.

“Are you getting close, Rosalie?” Feeling him so deep inside of me and his fingers rubbing my clit, I am close, and I want to cum. “Ask for permission to cum. If you cum without permission I will punish you again.” Part of me wants to get punished again, but I want to please him and do what I’m told. I want him to call me a good girl like he did last time.

“Please sir,” I’m trying so hard to get the words out clearly. “Please can I cum?” He stops touching my clit and stops thrusting. “Do you think you earned it? Do you really think that you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes, please I did, I learned my lesson.” He wraps his hand gently around my throat. “And what lesson did you learn?” I gasp “I need to ask your permission before I leave work.” He slaps my ass hard, and I scream. “No. You need to ask my permission before you do anything.” And he starts roughly fucking me again. I’m grinding my hips back up against him, and he moans. “Have you learned your lesson Rosalie?”

“Yes sir, I’ll ask your permission for everything. Please can I cum?” He reaches over and rubs my clit again. “Good girl. Cum for me baby.”

And I do. “Oh god, yes, yes” I keep grinding on him, and after another minute or so of hard thrusts, he cums inside of me. He pushes me down, flips me over, and kisses my forehead before getting on the bed next to me.

Feeling brave, I say “Patrick, can I ask you something?” He looks up from his watch. “Yes?” “How does this arrangement work? Like how do I know when you want to have sex? Do we plan it ahead of time, or do you just tell me in the moment?”

He thinks about it. “I guess it just depends on how I’m feeling.” “But will it always be after work? Like is there a schedule I should be aware of?”

“If I want you outside of work, I’ll contact you.” “Yeah I guess you could just text me to come over if you want.”

“No,” he says “I don’t text. I’ll call you.” I look at him quizzically. “You don’t text? But you texted me the link to the playlist.”

“That’s because I can’t call a link to you. And the only email I have for you is your work email, and that wasn’t work related, texting was my only option.”

“Okay, but why don’t you text?” “It’s silly. Casual. I only do it with my work friends because they expect it, but I shouldn’t have to do it any more than necessary.”

He’s so odd. He’s so specific about so many things, and it’s confusing. One moment he’s uptight and doesn't say more than good morning to me, wearing his expensive suits and drinking with his colleagues. And then the next he’s sharing a playlist and laughing with me at dinner, and giving me earth shattering orgasms. How is this the same person? I can’t tell if he’s just weird or if I bring out a different side of him. Before I can think too deeply about it, he’s up and getting dressed. “Get up,” he said “We’re going to dinner.” Dinner? Like a date? “Wait, what?” He looks at me like I’m dumb, and maybe I am.

“Yes, I’m ready to go get dinner, and you’re here, so I’d like you to come with me. Do you not want to get dinner?” I think I see disappointment cross his face, but it’s quickly gone. “Yeah, of course, I would love to.” And once again, I’m confused by his behavior.

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Guilty as sin for him

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Curating the theme for my upcoming birthday party

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I need him so badly

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Obsessed with this

“Have you ever heard of huey lewis and the news?”