#( headcanons: patrick. )

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His struggles are so valid ✊😭 Sad Sodapop hourssssss

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Daddy Knows Best (Full version)

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

CONTAINS: SMUT, seduction, dry humping, hand jobs, oral sex (both receiving), masturbation, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, loss of innocence, praise kink, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names, dirty talk, hair pulling, spanking, slight choking.

A/N: I'm gradually trying to catch up on finishing my WIPs! I decided to rewrite this one a bit and collect all the drabbles in one piece. I hope you like it!

LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

God, imagine that one day Patrick would take you to his place, and since you were a virgin, he would seduce you very carefully. Once in his apartment, he would gently take off your coat and lead you into his living room, where he would let you choose the music, and as you flipped through his CD collection, he would admire your beauty, and then he would start stroking your hair and caressing your cheek, before finally crashing his lips against yours in a lustful kiss. You would moan into his mouth, and he would lift you up in his arms and move to the couch, sit on it and make you mount him so he could grab your ass and pull up your skirt. Trembling visibly, you would whimper from the way your soaked pussy rubbed against the big bulge in his pants and your tentative, sexy sounds would only spur Bateman to pull you closer to make the friction even more intense.

"Mhmm...Patrick...you're so…" You would hiccup as he bounced you on his lap. "Is that… is that because of me?"

Your shy question would make him chuckle softly into your ear, tickling the delicate skin around it. "Yes, little one," his raspy voice would make you squirm in his arms, the heat between your legs driving him crazy. "You're making Daddy so hard," he'd gently take your hand and place it right on his aching groin. "Wanna check?"

Speechless, you just nodded, unable to even mumble a sound, and this sight of your numbness only fueled his desire to corrupt you here and now, though he might admit that this time he actually wanted to take it slowly.

"Uh, such a curious kitten," he murmured as he casually unbuckled his belt. "So eager to discover new things Daddy can give you?"

Gasping, you hid your heated face in your hands for a brief moment as the sexual tension between the two of you was too overwhelming—it threatened to wash over you like a tsunami, but you were ready to embrace it.

"Yes," just one word was enough to make him growl in a hoarse voice as he finally released his hard length. "But I've never done anything like this before...I've never..." you literally forgot how to breathe as you looked down between his wide-open legs. "I..."

Damn, he was so big. Just looking at him sent shivers down your spine and caused your inner muscles to clench in phantom pain.

Bateman couldn't help but laughed heartily as he found your shock quite amusing. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling you closer as he rhythmically pumped his throbbing dick.

"You're so big, Daddy," you admitted nervously, turning away to avoid looking down. "W-why are you so big?"

Grinning arrogantly, Patrick took your chin and forced you to face him. "Well, I guess I won the genetic lottery, honey." With that, he swiftly grabbed your hand to replace his own, sliding it up and down his hot flesh. "Fuck," he moaned softly, tilting his head back. "You have such small but cute hands...mmhhm...they feel so good on my dick. Keep going," he whispered in your ear, squeezing your waist to keep you close. "Yes...just like that... you're doing so good...f-fuck!"

His breath hitched at every amateur stroke you made, and soon you could feel a few drops of his warm pre-cum running down his red, swollen tip—this image made you lick your lips in a rush of hunger you had never experienced before.

"Do you want me to... taste you?" You pureed against his flushed cheek, eliciting an amused chuckle from his solid chest.

"No need to ask, kitten," he gently placed his palm on the back of your neck as a sign of agreement. "But I won't lie... your naivety really turns me on."

With that, Bateman kissed you hard on the lips before leading you down to his throbbing dick, encouraging you to take it into your warm mouth, and as you wrapped your soft lips around his leaking tip, Patrick couldn't help but moan loudly, throwing his head back.

"Fuck," he grabbed a handful of your soft hair and set the pace of your bobbing movements. "Your mouth feels so good, baby."

You just mewled around his hot flesh, trying to concentrate on breathing through your nose so as not to choke on his huge shaft and not to think about how much it would hurt if you decided to go further in this dangerous game of unbridled lust.

"Use your pretty hands too," he commented all of the sudden before sprawling on the couch to give you more room. "It will help."

Embarrassed as hell, you encircled the base of his thick cock with your both hands without ceasing to suck on his drooling tip. Each low growl he made was setting you on fire, making you dripping so badly.

"Mmhm," you whimpered when Bateman pushed you down, thrusting deeper into your mouth, but the next moment he gently pulled on your hair to force you to look at him. "I did something wrong, Daddy?"

Patrick sneered ever so hauntingly, tracing his thumb along your glistening lips to smear his pre-cum along them. "No, little one," he pulled you into a ravenous kiss, your tongues sliding along each other, and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. "You did it so fucking well, that’s why I stopped you," Bateman crooned and shifted your position, so now you were beneath him on the couch. "Because I'm not finished with you yet."

Without breaking eye contact, Patrick slowly drew his thin finger along your taut lower lips, coaxing a muffled gasp to break out from your quickly raising chest. Then, he pulled on the lace of your damp panties as he watched your reaction and when you didn’t protest, he tugged them down in one quick motion.

"Such an obedient girl," he hummed to himself, stroking his arching length with his free hand. “Now, listen to me very carefully,” he petted your legs and opened them wider, so he could set himself between them. "I need you to do exactly what I say. Got it?"

Bateman didn't bother to wait for your answer, he easily shifted your position so that your face was now pressed against the armrest of his spacious white couch and your pretty ass was up in the air.

"A-ah!" You whimpered pretty loudly as he glided his long fingers over your oozing folds—the slick sound driving you crazy. "Pat-Patrick-mhmm!" 

Clinging to the edge of the couch, you trembled more intensely with each inch Bateman moved closer to your innocent, tight hole, and when you felt his index finger poking at your wet opening, you had to bite your lower lip from an odd sensation that was both painful and exciting.

With a dark smirk, the man descended to your exposed pussy to give it a few licks before he slid two fingers inside of you at once, eliciting a shaky moan from your bruised throat. "Uh...you have such a little tight pussy," Patrick remarked, paying no attention to the way you were writhing on the couch, quivering and whimpering some unrecognizable nonsense. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good...mmhm...so fucking good."

Frowning from the tearing sensation in your lower abdomen, you wanted to ask him to stop, but instead you just clutched the soft material beneath you, doing your best not to start crying. "Keep talking to me...please," your voice wavered from your heavy breathing, several drops of sweat running down your temples. "Daddy...a-awww!"

A loud, obscene sound of him slapping your ass bounced off the walls of his apartment, forcing all your nerve endings to ignite from hypersensitivity. 

"You seem to forget who is in charge here," Bateman scolded, pulling at your hair and lifting your head so he could see your frightened, doe eyes. "Your innocent hole can't even imagine how full I'm gonna make it."

All the while, Patrick was pumping his throbbing cock to keep himself hard, only to suddenly thrust into your moist entrance, forcing all your insides to cramp into a knot.

"A-aghhh, Patrick!" You cried out, but then your opened mouth froze in a silent scream as his fat tip pushed through the tight obstacle, causing you so much pain, but Bateman didn't care. "It hurts...ahhh... it hurts so bad...mmm," a hard slap on your hip silenced you for a while, but he didn't stop ramming into you with renewed force. "So big...so b-b-big...I can't...I can't take it!"

"Shhh," his harsh shushing only made you more anxious than relaxed as the man's grip on your hair tightened until they were almost wrapped around his big fist. "You can take it…your needy cunt clinging so hard to my dick," as soon as he uttered that, Patrick put his one leg on the couch and grabbed your shoulder for leverage to finally bottom you out competently, even though his dick was still not fully inside you. "Yeah...just like that...uh-fuck..."

Throwing his head back, Bateman slammed his firm hips into yours, the curve of his dick stretching your virgin inner channel in a sickening way, making you see stars and literally bite the armrest of that fucking white couch.

"O-ohhh, my goodness," you stuttered as the man changed your position again, forcing you to get on your knees and bend over the back of the couch, his veiny cock popping out of your sore slit, giving you a short break before Patrick filled you again, this time holding you tightly and not allowing you to stray. "Slow down! Please...mhmm-slow down-"

But Bateman was relentless and ferocious when he finally had you in his hands, and he was not going to let you go, not when your inner, velvety walls were so perfectly encasing his dick. Besides, the very idea of breeding you, claiming you in such a primal way, made him throb inside you, his fingers digging into your skin where bruisers would surely bloom after he would be done with you.

"You know," Patrick stopped abruptly, pulling out only to slap your glistening pussy. "I remember...you said you wanted to belong to one man...forever and ever...didn't you?"

Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes for a second, trying to pull yourself together as the mixture of different, foreign sensations was tearing you apart as much as Patrick's girth.

"Yes..." you replied curtly, propping yourself up on your elbows. "I did."

With a mischievous grin, the man gave himself a few quick strokes before leaning down again and lapping at your dripping slit, savoring your taste like his favorite meal. Your shaky breathing and constant trembling was what he craved most from this encounter; he knew you were already his, but he wanted to push your limits even further.

"You said that just for fun or..." he murmured between licking and sucking your swollen folds. "Did you really mean it?"

The man emphasized his question with a feverish flicker around your clit, but then he plunged his wet tongue into you, holding your hips so firmly that you couldn't move away even an inch. All of this was already too much for you, but his question was the last drop for you to fall apart and lose your mind.

"I meant t-that," you blurted out almost breathlessly, not really realizing what you were saying. "I...really did!

"Very well then," Bateman growled, stepping back to lift you off the couch. "Because this...is what I'm about to do," he held you tightly in his arms as he walked to his bedroom and when you reached the door Patrick stopped and set you down. "I'm gonna make you mine...like you always wanted in your pink dreams."

In one deft motion, the man turned you around and pressed your face against the doorjamb, not really showing affection, but not being too rough either. Struck by a strange fatigue, you grabbed the wooden doorjamb with your weak hands and sensed his warm body pressing against you from behind again, covering you like a blanket. You were completely bewildered, lost in the whirlpool of emotions mixed with shameful depravity, and that's why you probably didn't really understand the gravity of the situation and what was about to happen and what was hidden behind Bateman's words.

This time Patrick slipped into you like clockwork, feeling no resistance at all, and that induced him to sink even deeper until you squirmed in his arms, trying to find something to hold on to, but your hands were unable to grasp the doorjamb because its material was too smooth. Growling thickly, the man slammed into you with ferocious hunger, admiring the arch of your back, how your ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust. 

"I wish you could see what I see," Bateman grunted through his clenched teeth, sweat buds running down his tense forehead, his eyebrows knitted together as he concentrated on penetrating you in steady but wickedly deep strokes. "You look so fucking hot like that...one day I'm going to film us having sex...I swear."

You moaned in response as he forced you to bend over even more so he could look down at your face as he fucked you silly. "Daddy...I'm burning...f-from the inside...it's so deep..."

Patrick chuckled at your miserable attempts to claw at his hands as he suddenly planted an almost affectionate kiss on the top of your head—this little gesture made you stall and open your eyes wide—and pressed you even closer, wrapping both his hands around your throat and squeezing it a bit.

"You belong to me now," he whispered in your ear, desperately snuggling into your small form, making your hard peaks rub against the wooden doorjamb. "...and I will pump you with my seed...until you get pregnant," the man nibbled on your earlobe and tugged at your messy hair. "I'll do it again and again..."

Your face inflamed from the inside, you thought your skin would burn from the heat your bodies radiated, and as soon as you felt his pounding become more erratic and ragged, you knew he was close. With one hand still on your throat, Bateman used his free hand to cup and squeeze your full breast as he chased his release, feeling the tingling that formed at the base of his dick and spread throughout his muscular body. Yet, in the back of his mind, he wished he could last longer to make you fucking faint, but even for a man like him with such a crazy sex drive, that was too much. Closing his eyes, Patrick drove his hips forward against yours for the last time, rolling them slightly to bury himself as deep as he could, painting your inner walls white and he couldn't help but moan when he was finally spent, filling you to the brim just as he had promised.

"Good girl," he huffed, nuzzling against your craned neck. "You've got a lot to learn... but I'll make sure you do your best to please me."

With that, the man cradled you in his strong arms, and for the first time in his life, he felt complete, having finally found a woman he wanted to claim as his own. And damn those who would dare to argue with it.

[Daddy Knows Best 2.0]

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[fruitjoos]

boyfriend!patrick zweig

warning: last headcanon is NSFW! *is marked*

he’s begging you to stay with him for the night. he doesn’t care about your morning classes or who you’re supposed to study with. all he wants is to be near you, soaking in your energy. he can't bear the thought of letting you slip away, even for a moment. “ok, just this one night. stay with me. i won’t ask you anymore after this.” he lied.

constantly asking him if he still likes you, even though it annoys him. he jokes that he doesn’t, but the way he pulls you into his arms says otherwise. the truth is, he’s madly in love with you—so much so that it makes him sick to his stomach. you’ve changed him.

he’s so in love with you. you're his everything, his heart. he can’t picture life without you. when he thinks about the future, it’s filled with visions of you and your little ones, laughter echoing through your shared home. you’ve transformed him into the man he is today, honest and true. he never stops calling you. texting you. telling you that you’re the only one for him. if he could, he’d bind your souls together forever, promising you’d never be apart.

coming home from the bar super drunk, not a serious bone in either of your bodies. he can’t keep his hands off you but you don’t want him to, you like the warmth of his big muscular hands gripping at your waist and your thighs. “i love you.” you whisper. he presses his lips against yours, pulling away it sounds like velcro not wanting to let go, “take off your underwear.” he breathes.

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rocking back and forth on his thick cock, the shlick noises bouncing off the walls. “fuck,” he groans, tilting his head back, “you’re so wet.” riding him into oblivion as your tight cunt milks him dry. he grabs at your thighs, helping you ride him faster, pushing deeper into you, “i fucking love you.” it’s like your pussy was made for him and him only.

[fear-is-truth]

THE BOWERS GANG . . . as boyfriends .ᐟ

content warning: mentions of domestic abuse. patrick is a warning himself. toxic relationship

HENRY BOWERS

henry craves validation like a starving dog. if you so much as compliment him, he’ll spend the rest of the day thinking about it.

needs to feel like a man around you. if you ever imply he’s less than masculine, he takes it personally. even something small, like opening a jar for yourself instead of asking him, will put him in a pissy mood.

if you get mad at him for something he did (e.g. for bullying little kids) and give him the cold shoulder? he doesn’t know how to handle it, so he either storms off or does something stupid & reckless just to get your attention back.

carves your initials into the kissing bridge the summer you started dating.

when he gets jealous (which is often), it’s not just petty annoyance—it’s irrational rage. at you, at the perceived “threat”. he won’t hesitate to start a fight over it.

deep down, he doesn’t believe he’s good enough for you. although he covers it up with arrogance and acts like you’re his property, there’s a constant fear in the back of his mind that someday you’ll realise you can do so much better.

when his old man beats the shit outta him, henry doesn’t go home. sometimes he crashes at victor’s, but more often than not, he ends up at your window, one hand gripping the frame, the other cradling his ribs. he never says what happened; just a curt “lemme in.”

you’ve gotten good at patching him up. cleaning the cuts, pressing ice to the bruises. he always hisses when you touch him, tells you to quit babying him.

some nights, henry climbs through your window reeking of cheap beer, barely making it inside without cracking his skull open. flops onto your bed fully clothed, mumbles nonsense into your pillow. you pull his boots off, and let him sleep it off. in the morning, he’s already gone.

wants to be the kind of guy you deserve, but he doesn’t know how.

genuinely believes you’re the only good thing in his life. (you are)

VICTOR CRISS

as the second in command of the bowers gang and your boyfriend, he’s fiercely loyal to both henry and you. this sometimes puts him in uncomfortable positions.

won’t actively go looking for trouble, but if someone messes with you, he’ll put them in their place.

his stoicism can be unsettling. he’ll stand by and watch seemingly unbothered when henry does insane shit, and he’ll never intervene unless he really has to.

respects that you don’t like the bullying. obviously, victor doesn’t stop when he’s with the rest of the gang, but when you’re around, he keeps it to a minimum.

has a dry, deadpan sense of humour, but when he’s with the guys, he can get a bit mean-spirited. might tease you more than usual, especially if henry or patrick egg him on, but he always apologises and tries to make it up to you afterward.

probably the only one in the group who would genuinely apologise if he upset you.

actively listens when you talk. not much of a talker himself, but he remembers practically every tidbit you’ve ever told him.

asked you (somewhat awkwardly & tentatively) to help him re-bleach his hair, rubbing the back of his neck like he was already regrets asking. but when your fingers started combing through his hair, spreading the bleach, he say still, eyes closed, maybe enjoying it a little too much.

he’ll shrug off his jacket and hand it over when you’re shivering. if you try to say no, he just gives you a look like don’t be dumb.

tries to teach you how to skateboard.

actually pretty good at school. he’s not a nerd but he’s smart and pays attention. if you ever get stuck on something, he’ll help.

patrick often points out how much time vic spends with you, calls him pussy whipped whenever he ditches the rest of the gang to walk you home or helps you with homework. victor gives little to no reaction, just rolls his eyes and ignores them, but the tips of his ears go pink.

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER

patrick doesn’t believe in love—hell, on some level, he doesn’t even believe you’re real. no one is, not really. the world is just a dull, empty playground for him to fuck around in. but whatever he feels when he looks at you, it’s close enough.

he’s interested in you, the way a biologist would be interested in a new insect specimen.

has zero sense of boundaries. he touches you whenever he wants—grabs your ass when you walk by, hooks a finger through your bra strap before letting it snap back, slides his hand up your thigh under the table, all while looking you dead in the eye.

loves playing with his zippo, always flicking it open and shut, rolling the flame between his fingers. sometimes, he’ll hold it just inches from your face, watching how your pupils dilate, how you go perfectly still. “relax,” he drawls, letting the fire dance inches from your cheek. “i’d never ruin that pretty face. unless i felt like it.”

will flirt with (harass) other girls in front of you just to see your reaction, and if you retaliate, he finds it hilarious.

there’s no jealousy with him. if another guy looks at you, pat doesn’t get mad, he just gets amused. sidles up behind you, slides a hand up your side, grins at the poor bastard watching. “she’s cute, huh?” he says, almost conversational. “wanna see what she looks like on her knees?”

loves it when you grab his hair during sex.

pain doesn’t register for him. he plays super rough—yanks your hair hard like he’s trying to rip off your scalp, grabs your wrists so tight that it bruises. he doesn’t understand why it hurts you, but he likes it. very much.

he’s a total freak. into bdsm, knifeplay, wax play, blood play and more.

his nicknames for you are slut and bitch.

patrick’s version of a date is breaking into abandoned breaking into abandoned buildings, to spray-paint obscene words on the sides of houses, to steal shit from supermarkets.

says the creepiest, most out-of-pocket shit when he’s feeling “introspective”.

disappears for hours without telling you where he’s going, then shows up like nothing happened.

the only reason he even sticks around is because you amuse him. if that ever changed, he’d drop you like nothing.

BELCH HUGGINS

reg is definitely the least cruel one in the group. by no means a saint but compared to the others, he’s a damn angel.

loooves his car. when you hang out while he’s fixing up his ride, he’ll put you to work—“hand me that wrench. no, not that one. jesus, do you even know what a wrench looks like?”

would drives you anywhere, no questions asked except for “where to?”

loyal to a fault. once he’s decided you’re his girl, you’re stuck with him. through thick and thin, through blood and bruises, he’s got your back, no matter what.

big on physical affection.

actually plans nice dates.

remembers and celebrates your anniversary and valentine’s day.

is the kind of guy who, after a couple months of being close, is already picturing forever with you.

takes you to meet his family early on—his mom, his siblings. just randomly brings you over like “c’mon, ma’s makin’ meatloaf.” it’s just that simple.

his mom simply adores you. dotes on you, tells you embarrassing stories about reginald as a kid.

[artstennisracket]

dilf!patrick who gets his act together the second you tell him you’re pregnant. he quits smoking and throws his pride out the window to ask his parents for a seat on the board

dilf!patrick who is a first time dad and loses all of his egotistical confidence when his daughter is born and realizes he doesn’t know as much about life as he thought

dilf!patrick who realizes that he never wants his daughter to be with someone like him so he decides that she can’t date until she’s 35

dilf!patrick who only wants to give you the best money can buy so you end up with a $2000 stroller, $700 car seat, and a new range rover to be your mom car because “only the best for my babies”

dilf!patrick who lets you plan out the nursery however you like and puts all the furniture together himself instead of letting the delivery people do it because “i know better than those knuckleheads”

dilf!patrick who takes always takes the nightshift, changing diapers, making bottles and putting the baby back to sleep to let you sleep the whole night

dilf!patrick who doesn’t let you work anymore after you give birth because “being a mom is a full time job” so he just makes sure you have his black card to pay for whatever you need

dilf!patrick who always comes running when you text him that the baby is asleep because he already knows what that means ;)

dilf!patrick who develops a slight breeding kink after being able to cum inside you for 9 months without any (other) consequences

dilf!patrick who wants another baby just to see you pregnant again because it’s the most beautiful you ever looked even though “you always look beautiful, it was just different knowing you were carrying our child”

maybe dilf wasn’t the right word to use here but I literally don’t know what other way to put it

[macabrebatz]

HORROR MASTERLIST

Notes: I write for so many horror characters that I gave most of them their own masterlist. Some characters are grouped together by source material (like characters from the Saw films) while others get their own individual masterlist. Never did I expect to be writing for 30+ horror characters but here we are.

Multiple character posts

Pinhead & The Cenobites

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Art the Clown

The Sinclairs (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Jennifer Check (no longer writing for her)

The Fireflys (Baby, Otis, Rufus, Spaulding)

Candyman

Steven Wilkins

The Driller Killer

Billy Lenz

Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Freddy Krueger

Ghostface

Pyramid Head

Ash Williams

Patrick Bateman

Pennywise

Jack Torrance

Tiffany Valentine & Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (human vers.)

Saw Characters (Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Adam Stanheight, Lawrence Gordon, John Kramer)

Repo! Characters (Pavi Largo, Luigi Largo, Nathan Wallace, Graverobber)

The Lost Boys

The Haunt Actors (The Ghost, The Devil, The Clown, & The Zombie)

Asa Emory

Yautjas

[coolgrl111]

WE NEED MORE TOXIC PATRICK 💔💔

hi everyone!! slowly gonna try get back on my tumblr shit, thank you for your patience 😭

here is toxic!patrick except reader kinda has a backbone this time. very proud

side note the “come suck my dick” is making me laugh so hard idk what came over me

[shelbgrey]

Lovin', touchin', squeezin' (Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek shepherd x girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Derek finds out his girlfriend hasn't been properly taken care of in past relationships and it's up to him to help her explore pleasures she hasn't before.

Warrings: SMUT, very little plot, oral(F receiving), (M)cum eating, unprotected sex, little bit of ridding. The words pussy and cock used. Dirty talk.

MasterList ML2

It was late in the evening, Derek was in his trailer with his girlfriend. They had just finished a shift at the hospital and she decided to stay at his place for the night. Her cousin Meredith was going through another one-night-stand phase and she didn't want to be at their place while she had a guy there. His trailer was outside of the city and in the woods so it was peaceful. While Derek was in the shower y/n was turning on some music, sometimes the peacefulness of the 'great outdoors' was a little too quiet. She had decided to play some Elvis, some of his more softer stuff to keep the vibe on the more relaxed side. She kept it on a pretty low volume then got comfortable on the side of the bed she claimed a few months into their relationship.

“You've already made yourself comfortable huh?”

Derek stepped out of the shower, his hair still damp and his skin smelling of soap. He walked to side trailer were the bed was, rubbing his head with a towel. He noticed the music playing softly and a smirk spread across his face as he saw her sitting on the side of the bed.

“Yeah” y/n gave an innocent grin as she shamelessly checked him out as he dried the rest the way of, he was only in a pair of boxers and his skin slightly damp.

Derek tossed the towel somewhere onto the floor as he walked over to the foot of the bed. “It seems like you're enjoying yourself... wearing my clothes and using my bed”

The clothes she had worn to work were laying neatly on the counter and she traded them for a pair of his boxers and a sports bra. She smirked up at him, lying comfortably under the covers of his bed. “You have such great hospitality”

Derek chuckled as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over her with a mischievous grin. “Well, I aim to please. Especially when it comes to my beautiful girlfriend”

“You always succeed” y/n smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and spread her thighs as he settled between her thighs. He nuzzled her neck and peppered kisses along her collarbone. His hands roamed over her body possessively, fingers trailing along her sides and over her thighs. “I think I can do even better” His voice dipped low, and he leaned down to place soft kisses along her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.

Y/n shuttered at the feeling of his lips and scruff brushing against her neck. She carded her fingers through his hair, letting out a small moan that only Encouraged him. He slid his hands underneath the sports bra, slowly pushing it up and off her body. Derek tossed it onto the floor with the towel, his focus solely on her.

Derek nipped at the exposed skin, his hands caressing her curves. Her eyes fluttered closed, her fingers gripping his hair as he continued his descent down her body. Derek slipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers she wore. Y/n lifting her hips as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Once she was completely bare underneath him, Derek settled back between her thighs, his face nestled between her legs. Derek breathed in deeply, savoring her scent before pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

Her break got caught in her throat. “Derek…” she warned softly, tugging at his hair.

He looked up at her, their eyes meeting before her returned his gaze to her core. He pressed another kiss to her thigh before spreading her legs further apart. “Shh, just relax, y/n. Let me take care of you” he whispered against her skin, sending goosebumps over her body.

“I know,” she said softly, completely trusting him. “I just... Never had this happen before” she looked away, embarrassed. Yeah she had a relationship in the past, but she never had a guy eat her out or take care of her like this before.

Derek paused, looking up at her with a gentle expression. Heplaced a soft kiss on her lower belly. “a guy has never eaten you out before?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow in a non judgmental way.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “no” she was far from a Virgin and she's done other stuff both in her previous relationship and with Derek, she just never had a guy put his mouth on her pussy before.

A mischievous grin spread across Derek's face. “Well then,” he lowered his head back down, pressing a soft kiss to her center before slowly dragging his tongue up her slit, making her eyes flutter closed and her head fell back in pleasure. She fisted his hair, moaning.

“I suppose it's high time someone took care of that for you” Derek murmured against her skin. He continued his exploration of her most intimate area. He parted her folds with his fingers, exposing her clit as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. He alternated between broad, flat licks and pointed flicks, each touch making her moan louder.

The sounds of her pleasure spurred him on. Derek hooked his arms under her thighs, spreading her wider as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue speared into her hot, wet center, pumping in and out as he growled against her flesh.

“D-Derek!” y/n moaned, a shiver going through her body as she tugged at his hair, arching her hips up.

Derek growled possessively, his hands tightening on her thighs as he devoured her. His tongue thrust in and out of her, his facial hair chafing her sensitive flesh. He could feel her getting close, her breath hitching and her legs were shaking under his grip. “That's it, baby”

“Ah! D-derek” y/n moaned desperately, arching her hips up as Derek lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. “f-fuck” she stuttered, her head falling back against the pillow in pleasure as she fisted his hair.

Derek angled his head to suck her clit into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly with his tongue as he slid two fingers deep inside her fluttering channel, making her cry out in pleasure. Derek pumped them hard and fast, curling them to hit that special spot inside her.

“Derek, I'm c-close” she stuttered.

Derek redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he finger fucked her mercilessly. He felt her legs start to tremble and her hips buck against his face, signaling her impending orgasm. Derek held her steady, refusing to let up until she exploded. “Come on, Baby, let it happen”

“Derek!” y/n cried out, tugging his hair as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.

Derek drank down every drop of her sweet release, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. He continued to lap at her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she was trembling and sobbing with pleasure. “Fuck, y/n. you taste amazing”

“D-Derek” y/n shuttered, gripping his hair, arching her hips again as she came down from her high. When she was finally spent, Derek lifted his face from her pussy, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. Derek kissed her inner thigh softly.

Y/n shuttered, her eyes fluttered closed as her heart pounded against her chest. She moaned softly, her thighs still over his shoulder as his lips and scruff brushed against her thighs. His hands caressed her skin soothingly as he slowly lowered her thighs back down. He climbed up her body, caging her in between his arms. He kissed her slowly, deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y/n moaned desperately against his lips, their tongues tangling together. She carded her fingers through his messy hair as their lips and tongues moved desperately against each other. Derek poured all his desire and affection into it. His hands roamed her curves possessively, mapping every inch of her soft skin.

Y/n pulled away, her head falling back against his pillow as she tried to catch her breath. “f-fuck,” she whispered breathlessly. “hang on” she said softly, blissfully out of breath between her getting eaten out for the first time and the way their lips desperately moved together.

Derek chuckled softly at her breathless state, nuzzling her neck as he trailed kisses down her throat. He nipped at her collarbone, grinning against her skin as he felt her shudder. “Hang on to what, sweetheart? Did I take your breath away?” he teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, catching her breath. “Shut up” she teased, breathlessly.

Derek grinned mischievously, his hands sliding down to her backside and squeezing. “You're right, talking's overrated”

Y/n scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him on his back, straddling his hips. “gotta be a smart ass, don't you?” she joked.

Derek chuckled, grinning up at her. “can't help it sometimes” he flexed his hips, pressing his hardness against her soaking core, making her cry out a moan, her head falling back and her hips arching. He grinned up at her, his hands squeezing her ass.

Derek flexed his hips again, grinding against her. He reached up and cupped her breasts, kneading the soft mounds. He toyed with her hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Derek sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him. His erection pressed against her soaked core as she moaned, cupping both sides of his jaw and brushed her nose against his as their lips hovered over each other.

Derek's breath mingled with hers as their lips hovered a mere whisper apart. He could feel her wet heat pressing against his aching cock, making him throb with need. He nipped her bottom lip, his voice low and husky. “I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, y/n. Until you're so sore you can barely sit. And then I'm going to do it all over again” he kissed her fiercely, his hands gripping her hips as he aligned his cock with her entrance.

Y/n pulled away before he could continue. “I thought talking was overrated” she teased.

Derek grinned wolfishly, thrusting up into her in one swift movement, forcing a moan out of y/n as she dig her nails into his shoulders as she sunk down on him. Derek buried himself balls deep inside her, his mouth covering her as she let out a cry of pleasure and pain. He stilled, giving her time to adjust. “God, Baby”

“Fuck,” y/n moaned, rocking her hips and holding his shoulders for balance. “Derek!” she moaned desperately.

Derek groaned deeply, his hips bucking upwards to meet hers. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his hands gripping her ass possessively. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her neck as he panted. “You're so tight”

“Derek!” y/n cried out, rocking her hips faster, meeting his thrust.

Derek grinned against her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin. “That's it, y/n. scream my name. Let everyone know who's inside you right now” Derek thrust up into her hard, his hips slamming against hers. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight”

“Ah, Derek” y/n arched her hips, carding and through his hair as he buried his face into her breasts.

Derek moaned into her breasts. His hands tightened on her bottom, helping her move as he thrust up into her hard and fast. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, mingling with our moans and heavy breathing. Derek licked and sucked at her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples as he continued to pound into her. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around his cock. “D-Derek, Baby. I'm close” she moaned desperately.

Derek looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “That's it, baby. Cum for me”

“Derek!” y/n screamed, cumming on his cock. Derek grunted, his movements becoming jerky as he buried his face back in her breasts. He bit down gently as he found his own release, spurting warm seed inside her. He relaxed against her, breathing heavily. “fuck”

Y/n moaned, fisting his hair as she came down from her high. Derek stayed buried in her chest, his heart pounding against her skin. After a few moments, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and full of love. “I love you… So much”

“I love you too” she said softly, pressing her lips to his as they fell back into the bed. He slowly pulled out, the friction making her moan softly.

“Let's get you cleaned up” He kissed her cheek then stood up and walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth to clean her up tenderly. She moaned softly at the sensitively, making him smile softly as. He gently wiped her clean, his touch light and caring. As he finished, he threw the cloth aside and spread her legs, admiring her rosy, swollen state. He leaned down and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her inner thigh before he moved up to lie beside her, gathering her in his arms protectively and pulling the covers over both of them. He gently adjusted the covers to ensure they were comfortable, his hand resting on her hip possessively. “Sleep now, my love. You've earned it”

[stanart4clearskin]

dilf patrick!!!

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy to pick you up from your dorm for a date but he'll play the most obnoxious music known to man kind because he knows how you get embarrassed so easily.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who will deliberately treat you like a child when you're annoyed at him because he knows how much you hate it that he doesn't see you as his equal (you're nearly 20 years younger then him, it's kind of hard to.)

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who refuses to make the font on his phone larger even though he can hardly see anything on it. he also refuses to go get his eyes tested because he claims to have 20/20 vision and that glasses are for dorks.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who actually enjoys the media of your generation. every friday you guys cuddle up on the couch and watch the latest episode of emergency intercom!

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who is secretly a great cook. even though he had been living in his car for years, living off such little money had taught him to be creative with food. now that he does actually have money to buy proper ingredients to cook with, he's constantly experimenting with new recipes and having you taste them. unsurprisingly each dish is pantie droopingly amazing.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who lets you talk his ear off about whatever celebrity drama is going on at the moment. he doesn't really care to keep up with whatever the hell is going on in hollywood but he knows you do. he lets you explain the paul mescal, phoebe bridgers, daisy edgar jones, and gracie abrams lore to him. unsurprisingly, patrick becomes a fan of paul mescal.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who will randomly send you a dick pic while you're in class because he's bored and knows you'll get angry at him. you do spend 20 minutes on the phone later that day yelling at him but it's totally worth it when he picks you up and makes it up to you by making you orgasm until you physically can’t anymore.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who needs you to reassure him that you're not going to leave him for someone your age. even though he knows you wouldn't he can't help but feel slightly insecure whenever you two are out and about together and happen to run into one of your male friends. deep down he knows he could never give you some of what someone your age could and it terrifies him to think that one day you might realize that too.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who has an issue with picking up after himself. whenever you come over to his apartment you end up having to wash his dishes and throw his dirty clothes into the hamper. this doesn't last for long as you have a serious talk with him about it and slowly but surely he starts to get cleaner. the transition from living in his car and into a permanent apartment hadn't been easy on him.

DILF!PATRICK is the kind of guy who will constantly talk about how much he wants to see you with his babies but when you do fall pregnant he is scared as fuck. even at nearly 40 he's not sure he's ready to be a father. he's not sure he'll ever be ready. he’s also the type of guy to disappear for a few days after you tell him the news. yes he’s shitty but he’s so fucking terrified he doesn’t know what else to do. (also he's the type of guy to get you pregnant before proposing. sorry not sorry.)

[darkromanceenthusiast]

Slasher Masterlist

NSFW | Headcanons/ Multiple characters

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair (separate) with a S/O who chews their lip

Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, and Vincent Sinclair (separate) "That looks heavy, let me hold it for you."

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Thomas Hewitt (separate) with a athletic s/o headcanons

Kinky shit pt.1

Kinky shit pt.2

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair with an S/O who found out they have abusive parents

Michael, Jason, Bubba and Brahms with an S/O that really loves to sleep.

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt with a hypersensitive s/o

Michael and Freddy (separate) with a chubby S/O

How Michael and Brahms (separate) show affection

Jason voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms, Bubba and Norman with an S/O cosplaying as them

Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees with a plussize!FTM!S/O

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers with an S/O whos been held hostage

Michael attacking his S/O pt.1

Michael attacking his S/O pt.2

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher bathing their fem!S/O

Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees with an S/O that has acne

Jason and Michael being gifted flower crowns

Jason Voorhees

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair (separate) with a S/O who chews their lip

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Thomas Hewitt (separate) with a athletic s/o headcanons

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair with an S/O who found out they have abusive parents

Michael, Jason, Bubba and Brahms with an S/O that really loves to sleep.

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt with a hypersensitive s/o

Jason voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms, Bubba and Norman with an S/O cosplaying as them

Jason with a depressed s/o headcannons

Patrick Bateman, Bubba Sawyer, and Jason Voorhees (separate) with a sick s/o headcanons

Jason x plussize!reader smut

Jason x male!reader smut

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair with a soon-to-be S/O who asks to see their face

Jason with plussize!reader headcanons

Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees with an S/O who faints when scared

Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees with a plussize!FTM!S/O

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers with an S/O whos been held hostage

Jason accidentally hurting his S/O

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher bathing their fem!S/O

Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees with an S/O that has acne

Jason with a quarantined s/o

Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire with an S/O thats scared of the dark

Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt dancing with their S/O

Jason and Michael being gifted flower crowns

Freddy Krueger

Michael and Freddy (separate) with a chubby s/o

Freddy Krueger with a flat S/O

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Thomas Hewitt (separate) with a athletic s/o headcanons

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt with a hypersensitive s/o

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair with a soon-to-be S/O who asks to see their face

Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees with an S/O who faints when scared

Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees with a plussize!FTM!S/O

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers with an S/O whos been held hostage

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher bathing their fem!S/O

Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees with an S/O that has acne

Thomas with an S/O who does crazy make-up looks

Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt dancing with their S/O

Thomas with an S/O who babies him

The Beginning Thomas X Reader

Bubba Sawyer

Michael, Jason, Bubba and Brahms with an S/O that really loves to sleep.

Jason voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms, Bubba and Norman with an S/O cosplaying as them

Patrick Bateman, Bubba Sawyer, and Jason Voorhees (separate) with a sick s/o headcanons

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair with a soon-to-be S/O who asks to see their face

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers with an S/O whos been held hostage

Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire with an S/O thats scared of the dark

Chop Top

Billy Loomis, Hannibal Lector, and Chop Top (separate) with an ADHD S/O

Hannibal Lectre

Billy Loomis, Hannibal Lector, and Chop Top (separate) with an ADHD S/O

Hannibal kills his s/o blurb

Harry Warden

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie

Carrie cuddling headcanons

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, and Vincent Sinclair (separate) "That looks heavy, let me hold it for you."

Michael, Jason, Bubba and Brahms with an S/O that really loves to sleep.

How Michael and Brahms show affection to their s/o

Jason voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms, Bubba and Norman with an S/O cosplaying as them

Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire with an S/O thats scared of the dark

Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt dancing with their S/O

Vincent Sinclair

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair (separate) with a S/O who chews their lip

Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, and Vincent Sinclair (separate) "That looks heavy, let me hold it for you."

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair with an S/O who found out they have abusive parents

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair with a soon-to-be S/O who asks to see their face

Is This The End?

Bo Sinclair

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair with an S/O who found out they have abusive parents

Bo finds out his wife is pregnant blurb

Bo with an airhead S/O

Stu Macher

Poly!Ghostface x reader

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher bathing their fem!S/O

Billy Loomis

Short pillow talk blurb with Billy

Billy Loomis, Hannibal Lector, and Chop Top (separate) with an ADHD S/O

Billy Loomis x nonbinary!reader

Poly!Ghostface x reader

Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees with an S/O who faints when scared

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher bathing their fem!S/O

Norman Bates

Jason voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms, Bubba and Norman with an S/O cosplaying as them

Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman, Bubba Sawyer, and Jason Voorhees (separate) with a sick s/o headcanons

[dinerdweller]

dating patrick zweig headcanons

Notes: some of these aren't really dating hcs but whatever

Wc: 247 Cw: no use of y/n, maybe slightly sexual??

✽ This man is constantly texting you. Especially if he's on tour, you phone will be buzzing constantly. Chronic spam texter and is not sorry for it.

✽ He is super loyal to those he cares about, you included. He is lowkey obsessed with you and couldn't think about being with anyone else.

✽ A lot of bickering, like multiple times a day. Big fights, however, are a lot less common. Sure they happen but never often enough for it to be an issue.

✽ He is a tad spoiled so sometimes you gotta keep him in check. Like no u cannot get everything u want but nice try!!

✽ Type of man to use 9-in-1 products and you have to BEG for him to just buy some basic face wash and musky body wash. Something you always buy him for apart of his bday/christmas gift is a nice scented shampoo.

✽ I wouldn't call him jealous but deff possessive. He is too vain to think you'd leave him but would always keep you close by when out.

✽ Has the worst taste in music, like you have to plead for him to turn the music off before your ears bleed.

✽ However he has amazing taste in film, your favourite way to wind down with him is watching some movie he found on a random letterbox list.

✽ His favourite thing to do is make you laugh, this man gets off to you finding him funny.

[hellothereimaloser]

The pain, the suffering! Anyways I love 'Soda leaving to Vietnam' plotline so there you go (but I'd like to think that he survives and comes back lol)

[makeyoumine69]

Oh those other anons are soooo right.

Bruce would be going insane when he finally gets his girl bred. Seeing her trying on gala dresses that are much too small now, her hips getting fuller, tits getting bigger, and swelling with his kid? Way to end up in the gossip mags.

I dont think he'd be able to stop himself at one. You know what the elites are like, kings never just had one heir.

I think he'd want to suck on her tits so bad.

Tbh, i can see Patrick doing that too.

Carrying His Child | Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader, Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader HEADCANON

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: NSFW, implied smut, lactation kink, breeding kink, body worship, pet names, some dirty talk, Pregnant!Reader, breeding kink, pregnancy-related details, established relationships, Husband!Patrick Bateman, Husband!Bruce Wayne, pregnancy sex.

𝐀/𝐍: I couldn't agree more with what anon said and I just wanted to write down some of my thoughts about these two men. Hope you enjoy it!

Patrick Bateman

The recent news of your pregnancy would be both shocking and exciting for Patrick, but he wouldn't even know how to react at first. Should he be openly happy, as all doting partners are, or should he keep it all to himself so as not to look weak and pathetic? This man may not be the best at showing emotion and affection as most people perceive it, but what Patrick is good at is being in control and inflicting it on every aspect of his life, including you and his unborn child. So it's obvious that once your pregnancy is confirmed, Patrick would turn into the most overprotective man, but the dark side of it would be that he would have a grip on everything you do, your lifestyle, what you eat and drink, and who you interact with. And of course it would annoy you sometimes, but this man will try to manipulate you into thinking that he knows what's best for you. When the two of you are out in public, he would hold you close, but not really be clingy, more like allowing you to hold onto his arm, and Patrick would definitely hate any questions related to your pregnancy, like who the two of you are expecting and what month you're at.

Patrick prefers to think of having children as building a lineage - a legacy of his own blood and flesh. And although the burden of parenthood weighs heavily on his shoulders and makes him somewhat unhappy, he can sometimes find the concept of building a dynasty with you quite appealing. But the worst thing is that he doesn't really care about your thoughts or feelings about it, because he sees you as his property—he owns you from head to toe, every little bit of your body is his to possess and ruin. So once the idea of impregnating you again was fully integrated into his twisted mind, there would be no barriers for him to make his fantasies come true. Patrick would patiently wait for you to give birth to his firstborn, maybe even give you time to recover before he'd impregnate you again, using the beautiful and flowery phrases about the love between a man and a woman and how he wants you to give him as many children as he wants because children are flowers of life. There is no obstacle for him to get what he wants. No doubt that Patrick would do everything to make you the best mother because appearances are always important and he wants nothing more than a perfect wife and perfect children—the American dream family. Nothing more, nothing less.

As mentioned, Patrick is not a fan of physical affection, but sometimes, if he's really in the mood or if he thinks it would be easier for him to just give you a hug instead of listening to you vent, he'll do it. Of course, this guy knows how fucked up women can feel during pregnancy, but he can easily be overwhelmed by your depressed mood or your complaints about being tired all the time. On the days when he can't take it anymore, he'd try to escape and lose himself in some nightclub with some other yuppie in the company of pretty blonde hardbodies, but he'd never really try to fuck anyone else because his body would oddly crave only you. It would be annoying for him, especially when he realizes that the changes in your pregnant body only make him more horny. MUCH MORE HORNY. It literally drives him crazy. Whenever he sees you wearing something skimpy, Patrick's dick gets unbearably hard and he has to drag you back into the bedroom or press you against any surface he can BUT he has to remember that the current circumstances are different. You're carrying his child and he can't be as selfish as he always chooses to be—Patrick hates to admit that the unborn child was already stirring something weird in him. But he didn't know how to deal with that strange feeling in his chest when he touches your baby bump with his hands or his lips. It's definitely something different. So different that he forgets about everything else but you—all the blank thoughts about how much money he spent on his new suit the other day, or what tie Tim Price wore yesterday, or which model Craig McDermott boffed at the last fashion show. Fuck all that. If he ever needs to be really gentle, it should be with his pregnant wife. No questions asked. As awkward as he imagined pregnancy sex to be, in reality Patrick enjoyed it even more than before, it was much more sensual and to have you so sensitive in his strong arms, reacting to his every little move, felt like heaven. "Fuck... You're taking me so well, doll," Patrick would murmur in your ear in a passionate tone, spooning you while he covered your neck with feverish kisses, his hands secured around your round belly while he continued to push carefully inside you. "So soft, so round, so warm." Being both insatiable and needy, Patrick would be literally erratic in his craving for your breast milk, acting like a little baby. But, if you ever implied that he was behaving like a baby boy, he would be so fucking offended and grumpy, but in the end, he would suckle at your breasts with full determination, which would make your nipples really sore, especially the moments when he would decide to use his sharp white fangs. Patrick literally can't stop craving the taste of your breast milk—he even considered taking some of your expressed milk to add to the coffee at the office. But this psycho would never tell you about his depraved plans.

Bruce Wayne

When it comes to your pregnancy, Bruce is extremely protective, but not in a babysitting kind of way, because he doesn't want you to feel pressured and obligated to follow a strict list of instructions, as he respects your personal boundaries, but still, sometimes Bruce can be a little too stressed about the safety of you and the baby you're carrying. Giving him a few pecks, stroking his cheek in a reassuring way, and telling him that he doesn't have to stay alert may help. But only until the next time Bruce gets worried about something else. He would also never stop bragging about how proud he is of you and how beautiful you are whenever you show up together at any gala event, and he would even make you wear the tightest dresses to show off your baby bump so that everyone would know who you belonged to. The images of you playing with your child in the backyard of the Wayne Manor would be his most intimate fantasy that he wouldn't share with anyone, claiming it was too personal. After all, Bruce has always been too sensitive about anything family related, but now he was in the process of creating HIS OWN family and he finds himself even more anxious, but he would do his best not to let anything like what happened to his parents happen again. Never again.

The idea of putting another baby inside you after you give birth would live inside his head for a long time like a brain worm, but it would be a very difficult time for him finding the right moment to make a suggestion about it. The man would be nervous because he knows that pregnancy is a very complicated time for any woman, with all those heavy syndromes, including morning sickness and sudden mood changes due to hormones. Bruce sees all this and it makes him insecure if you really want to go through all this again. And he'll never make decisions like this for both of you without your approval. For now, the man will focus on your current pregnancy, take care of you in every way possible, be your shield and shoulder to lean on when you feel down or unsure about being a good parent. Every time you doubt that you'll be a good mother, Bruce will bury his nose in the crook of your neck, deliberately tickling your skin to hear you laugh, and then whisper sweet little things about how happy he is that you're carrying his child and how absolutely sure he is that you'll be the great mother. Zero doubt.

Physical affection means a lot to this man, starting with holding your hand every time you walk together, hugging your waist whenever he can, planting feathery kisses on your temple or forehead. And all of this Bruce does to make sure you know how much he loves you, how much he cherishes every second of his life spent with you. When your body begins to change due to pregnancy, Bruce would be even more focused during sex, making sure you feel good and comfortable, choosing the best position to fuck you deeply but without harming the baby, literally worshipping your body as his personal shrine, telling you how much he loves every little detail of your changing figure: "Uh, darling, you're so beautiful. Uh...I can't get enough of you." In the mornings, you'd usually find him resting between your legs, eating you out with pure devotion, caressing your curvaceous hips and massaging your ample breasts that would soon be so full of milk. One day, when he was playing with your nipples and some of your milk would spill out, he would catch it with his finger and put it in his mouth—the moment Bruce would taste your milk for the first time would be his personal downfall as he would be very paranoid that you would think he's weird. He would try to fight the very idea of asking you to suckle your breasts, and he would be absolutely embarrassed until one day you would suggest it to him, because you'd remember his moan of satisfaction when he tasted your breast milk. Sometimes Bruce would latch his mouth around your nipple as you rode him, his muffled soft moans sounding so perfect and hot, literally becoming your personal aphrodisiac, making you orgasm quite quickly and very vividly. And your round hips, Jesus Christ, your hips would always be touched and teased, fondled and kneaded—simply because your husband can't stop himself, he's literally obsessed. The days when you're struggling with your sore breasts, Bruce would immediately offer you his help, massaging your soft mounds and asking you how you feel and if he can squeeze them a little tighter, because he wants to feel your tender flesh under his fingers—he literally craved it so much. Scattering pillows on the bed for you to rest on would be Bruce's special ritual whenever you decided to get naughty or just relax together, naked, skin to skin, lips on lips. Once your baby bump got too big, Bruce would help you take a shower, including washing your hair and every little patch of your gorgeous body, so after that he can comb your hair and carry you into the bedroom to massage your feet and GOD, his strong hands really know how to work magic and sometimes it feels even better than sex.

[dreamypinkfilms]

dating patrick hockstetter headcanons (MOVIE)

- this man is the LIGHTEST sleeper you will ever meet, like.. it’s kinda scary sometimes, you’ll accidentally knock something over and when you turn back around he’ll be sitting up and staring into your soul

- he def smells like some type of cologne that his mom bought for him and forces him to wear, burning stuff obvi and hairspray

- his mom is a christian(book reference) so expect to see him in church every sunday in his preppy dress shirt and tie

- he thought michael jackson was attractive when he was younger and whenever his mom brings it up he gets super pissed off

- he’s definitely not a mama’s boy or anything, he literally forgets her name sometimes but he favors her over his dad

- this mf has a hair pulling kink i CALL it, his hair is so pretty to not be pulled at

- his laugh is SO high pitched (as if his voice isn’t already but yk) i saw a behind the scenes and owen teague’s laugh is so silly in it

- okay so about his hair again it’s too pretty for him to not care about it so i fear he wraps it in a towel when he gets out of the shower and treats it like a baby(NOT like he would in the book guys..)

- he probably has gotten arrested like once or twice or at least told off by henry’s dad for setting things on fire around town with his “flamethrower”

- this mangy ass is weak as hell he can barely lift weights without falling like a damsel in distress to the ground

- ew he probably comes up behind you and goes ‘guess who!’ OR he wraps his arm around your neck like your a frat boy buddy

- he cannot dance so if he’s at a party or someplace with music he’ll just head-bang and jump

- he probably has insomnia so he gets up at like three in the morning and wanders around the house like this:

- he definitely enjoys graffiti and likes to spray paint random buildings in derry but he probably isn’t good at it so he’ll probably just write something like ‘penis’ or paints all over actual graffiti art

- i think he’s definitely more of a cat guy then dog because he has the personality and agility of one or if it came to any exotic animals he’d be a ferret

- will chase you around with dead bugs or mice if you’re afraid of either (HE DIDN’T KILL THEM) that’s book only guys

- he’s definitely more of a cigarette guy than a alcoholic but once in a while he’ll get shitfaced with the gang(you have to pick him up after)

- he LOVES sushi, most likely because his mom cooked it a lot during his child years, but will beg to grab some while belch is driving, usually they do get it but they stop somewhere else because henry will shit his pants if he eats it(he hates it)

- MANSPREADS

- allows you to do his makeup or paint his nails if you’re on the girlier side, but if not he likes when you do his skincare

- i feel like the song that plays when the bowers gang is first introduced on screen (love removal machine by the cult) is the type of music he enjoys or that is his favorite song. he likes grungy/metal teenage boy music yk

FIRST POST EVER COMPLETED??? OH YAYAYAYA

who was gonna tell me trying to add your own gifs was such a struggle.. “gif to big!” THATS WHAT SHE SAID like stfu and let me add the dang gif

[fear-is-truth]

how do you think patrick will react when you try to break things off with him?

breaking up with patrick bateman .ᐟ.ᐟ

tw ; mentions of drug use, homicide

a/n: apologies for the word salad.. my brain is kinda fried from my classes. also he’s such a pretty crier

𝜗ϱ ┆ denial & gaslighting

his immediate reaction would likely be disbelief. the idea of someone rejecting him, particularly someone he views as an extension of his life, would be incomprehensible to him. this disbelief would manifest as condescension and dismissal, accompanied by gaslighting.

“you’re leaving me?” he’d say with a strained smile, eyes narrowing to slits. “that’s ridiculous. you don’t mean that.”

patrick wouldn’t process the emotional weight of your decision, instead assuming that you’re acting irrationally or that something external has influenced you. his need to maintain control would drive him to undermine your perspective, likely accusing you of being under the influence of drugs.

“have you been doing too much cocaine? or maybe those diet pills? you’re not thinking clearly, darling.”

this gaslighting would be less about convincing you and more about reinforcing his own denial. patrick lives in a world where his perception is reality, and your decision to leave disrupts that. denial is his first line of defense.

𝜗ϱ ┆ manipulation & desperation

as the conversation continues, patrick would pivot to emotional manipulation. while he lacks true empathy, he is an expert at imitating emotional responses to “fit in”. he’d beg you to reconsider, framing his argument that appeals to your sense of loyalty or guilt.

“think about everything i’ve done for you. everything we’ve had together. you can’t just walk away.”

if manipulation doesn’t work, his desperation would become more overt. while patrick is typically composed, cracks in his facade could begin to show. you might see a flash of raw panic in his eyes.

“you don’t know what you’re doing. you’re making a mistake.”

𝜗ϱ ┆ begging

patrick would eventually resort to begging, and this is where the irony comes in—remember the time he dumped evelyn with an air of theatrical superiority, telling her that she’s “simply not terribly important” to him.

“you can’t do this to me. please, don’t go. we can work this out—whatever this is, we can fix it. i’ll change.”

of course, he is incapable of real change, and his promises would ring hollow. but the desperation in his voice would feel oddly genuine.

𝜗ϱ ┆“i need to return some videotapes.”

when it becomes clear that he can’t sway you, patrick would retreat, unwilling to let you witness the full extent of his unraveling. maintaining appearances is critical, even in moments of personal crisis. with a curt, almost robotic tone, he’d excuse himself with his signature non sequitur:

“i need to return some videotapes.”

this statement, bizarre and out of place, serves two purposes. first, it allows him to escape the confrontation without completely breaking down in front of you. second, it reaffirms his facade of control.

𝜗ϱ ┆ private despair

once alone, patrick would no longer be able to hold himself together. the breakup would be a complete fracturing of his identity. while he outwardly projects confidence, his inner world is fragile and deeply insecure. your rejection would strip away the validation he relies on to maintain his ego. he’d cry—silent, bitter tears of frustration and humiliation.

𝜗ϱ ┆ homicide as a coping mechanism

but patrick is incapable of processing emotions in a healthy way, so the tears wouldn’t lead to introspection or change. instead, they’d fuel a darker spiral—he’d channel his feelings of loss into compulsive, destructive behaviour. violence is often an outlet for him, and your departure could serve as a catalyst for a spree of homicidal acts. (e.g killing homeless people)

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

What are your thoughts about Frank Langdon? Any interpretations of his canon character, any headcanons you really like, etc.? What kind of boyfriend (or husband) do you think he is? Just, y'know, what do you think about him haha

(I guess this could be a request for a Frank Langdon x Reader imagine?)

Frank Langdon Headcanons

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summary: some frank langdon headcannons i thought up.

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female wife!reader

rating: PG-13 

word count: 0.4k

warnings: none

timeline: an au where s1e10 never happened <3

author’s note: frank is so adorable and funny and i quite literally squealed with joy when i got this request. (the imagine part is on the way btw <3). also, i’ve only seen the show twice, so sorry if some of the facts about langdon aren’t canon, I tried my best.

I think Frank Langdon is the perfect husband.

Yes, he has his flaws but your love for each other is strong af and you two can overcome anything.

I think he’s the type of guy to bring home flowers just because he missed you at work and wanted to see you smile.

He would definitely bring home chocolates and flowers after realizing the puppy might have been a bad idea.

But you obviously love the puppy so there was really no need for his romantic gesture.

Your first date would’ve been shortly after he met you through a mutual friend.

He took you to a fancy restaurant and you two hit it off instantly.

It was like you’d known him for years and you two couldn’t get enough of each other.

Your second date would be a little more chill, maybe bowling or an arcade as you got to know each other more.

The more you got to know him the more you realized what a perfect match you were.

His jokes made you laugh, and that in itself would bring a smile to Langdon’s face.

The first time he said “I love you” it kind of just slipped out and he was so relieved to hear you say it back.

The night he proposed, he brought you to the same restaurant as your first date.

He didn’t propose there though – too many people, and he knew you liked your privacy.

You two went on a walk in the park afterward, your feet ached a little from the heels but you were too in love to care.

He got down on one knee when you reached the park bench where you first said “I love you” and you were quick to say yes.

And the rest was history.

He treasured every moment with you.

When you were pregnant with Tanner he was beyond helpful

Him being a doctor really came in handy and he waited on you hand and foot, even though you told him you were fine on your own.

I think Frank Langdon would be terrified to be a dad at first but the second he held his son in his arms all his fears would dissipate. 

He’d take time from work while you were postpartum just so he could be close to both of you

In summary, Frank Langdon is an incredible husband.

And we’re pretending episode 10 ended differently.