#liz writes 🖤

[alien-magnolia]

Surprise!

dom!Billy Loomis x subby!fem!reader 

My first Billy fic :) tw; this is more dark, don’t like, don’t read. If you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog✨

Tw: degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink, knife play, blood play, d/s dynamics, cnc, choking, impact play,  bondage, corruption kink, unprotected sex, dom!billy loomis/ghostface, innocent fem sub!reader

Fic description: Billy was always this really mysterious guy you knew. One night, he wanted to play, and you were his victim of choice. You didn’t expect that you’d be into it

It was a Friday night, and you were comfy on your white couch, laying down on your tummy with nothing but your little pink nightgown on. The rain was thundering upon the roof, a gloomy October night. You were eating some popcorn and watching a horror movie. You liked those, and sometimes you’d imagine those big scary slasher killers coming after you, having their way with you. Using you. Little did you know, that was about to happen. 

You hear the phone ring. You quickly jump up and tiptoe your way to the receiver, careful not to mess up the pretty pink nail polish you just put on your toes. You grab the receiver.

“Hello?,” you timidly draw out onto the phone. “Hi, sweetie,” a low voice answers back. It was Billy. You always felt so tingly and subby around him, and sometimes he’d give you rides home. He was a good guy, you thought. “Hi Billy!,” you shout, excited but confused to see him calling. “What are you up to, sweetie? Wearing anything nice?” You blush at the question. Sometimes you’d see his eyes shamelessly rake over you. You gulped, you might as well indulge. You did have a little bit of a crush on him, but sometimes your gut feeling would tell you that he seemed dangerous.

“Just my pink nightgown. Gee, Billy. It’s suddenly really cold here,” you say as you shiver, your manicured fingers dwindling with the phone cord. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have left that window open, sweetie. Who knows what could happen…” you hear his voice, although it isn’t on the phone anymore. It is behind you. The phone drops from your hand as you feel a pair of strong arms grab you from behind, one hand on your neck, the other firmly splayed out over your hips. 

You take a look in the mirror. Billy is standing behind you. He’s got some blood on his face, and in one of his hands, a knife. He’s standing there smiling at you. “Surprise.” He lets out a low chuckle, a predatory grin over his face. “Weren’t expecting me tonight, were you sweetheart?,” he asks, his lips trailing over the tips of your ear, you feel his hot breath on your face. You feel the metallic blade of his knife trail over your thighs. 

“N-no, Billy. What are you doing? Will you let me go?,” you timidly ask him. He might hurt you with that knife, but you were just incredibly turned on. “I don’t think so, sweetie,” he replies, and then flips you around, so you’re facing him. He quickly grabs two of your wrists, and ties them together, firmly in place with some duct tape. He strokes your hair a bit, trailing down your neck with a few light kisses. 

You were almost moaning at this point. 

“Billy…what are you doing?? Let me go,” you plead, on one hand, you wanted to be free, but on the other hand, this just made you melt. “Here’s what’s going to happen, bunny. I came here tonight, just for you…”, he coos at you, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours. He’s got you caged against the wall now with his bulging biceps. You couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to! And he was just so strong!!! He continues. “I’m going to play with you. Just a few things. Wanted you so, so, bad, princess. And now —- I’m going to get what I want. Gonna see how much of a little slut you are, underneath that innocent little act you pull. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. You understand?,” he asks, while he runs a blade over your cheek.

God— you loved how he talked to you. How he talked down to you. You felt so subby already. You nod, looking up at him, eyes wide. You nod. “Good job, such an obedient girl for me. You’re gonna call me daddy, from now on, okay sweetie?” You nod again. “Yes, daddy.” With that, he puts some duct tape over your mouth, and grabs you by your taped wrists. He leads you up the stairs with his strong hands, you feel the knife and his hard on behind you. 

He takes you to your bedroom. “All pink, white frilly sheets, even some teddy bears on your bed I see…,” he lets out a low chuckle. “Such a pretty little thing you are for me, princess. Too bad that I’m about to corrupt that dumb little head of yours,” he coos at you, turning you around to trail your face with kisses. You felt so squirmy already, so wet for him. He drove you insane! You were so scared of him…but he turned you on so much that you just submitted to him, so naturally.

You start to let out a few little moans, muffled by the duct tape, of course. Suddenly, he rips it off you, and slams you against a wall. You see the blood on his face, and he pushes his lips into yours, so big, so rough! You loved it! “Sir…please…can’t…can’t take it…,” you plead with him, but you really didn’t know what you were pleading for. Maybe for him to fuck you. “What’s the matter? Too much for my bunny already?,” he chuckles, and comes in close. He has that insane look on his face, this predatory smile, you felt so powerless. “I’m just getting started, honey,” he patronizes you. “Too stupid to understand, I guess…” he sighs to himself, and then brings one of his hands up to your throat. He leads you to the bed by your throat, and then pushes you onto it, face down. You feel him adjust your taped hands behind you, and his calloused hands grope at your tits eagerly. “Gonna show you how I play, sweetie…you’re just gonna be a good slut, and lay there for me and take it, okay?” You were confused on what he meant, till you felt your nightgown being hiked up. “No panties even? You are a slut, huh? So good for me,” he moans out, and you start to feel his hand come down to spank you a few times. It was painful, and it burned, but you loved it. He turned you around, his shirt was off, he was naked right in front of you. His cock was already out, you were just aching to put it in your mouth. 

He pulls you up, shoving his cock closer to your face. “Open for me.” You do as said, it was just heaven to feel his throbbing cock inside your mouth, you looked up at him as you suckled on his tip, and he stroked your hair just a bit. He still had that knife, and then traced the blade over your face, not cutting you, but you just felt it. He pulls out of you. “Good girl, you got it wet for me. Now you’re gonna take my cock, gonna stretch that tight little cunt out, nice and wide.” He pushes you down onto the bed again, you feel his big chest over yours, you feel him pushing into you. You felt scared before, but now you just felt nothing but need. “Want it in, want it to fill me, daddy please, need to be full so bad,” you begging him again. “Can’t resist that little smile you got, princess. Gotta be patient, daddy's going to give you as he sees fit,”  he patronizes you. 

You feel him slam into you, his tip reaching your gummy walls, filling you up so sweetly that you just couldn’t even breathe. You felt him choke you lightly, and then start rocking you slowly but roughly on his thick length. “Please, wanna cum…please…” you feel his breath on your neck, he leaned in close, his lips trailing over your cheek. “Then come, sweet girl. Give me a big squeeze…there you go,” he coos at you. You felt so subby, so stupid, but you loved it when you were with him. You feel him spill into you, you loved how warm it felt :) 

“Did good for me, sweetie. Should be grateful that I came to play with you, little thing.” He pulls out, unties you and leaves through the same window he came in from. 

[haruchiyos]

OMI FACE FUCKING AZ DONT DO THIS TO ME

I’ll do you one better: throat training

[lizlovestofangirl]

ill beg u on my knees to do a smau with leo valdez PLEASEEE

"king of my heart"

leo valdez x unclaimed!reader

smau - dating as demigods is hard, but leo makes it easy

🎧 - king of my heart by taylor swift

a/n: i'm backkkkk! i havent been super active recently but i'm really trying to get back into it. first leo request woooooo! i also just updated the format of my smaus, posted a poll for my next smau, and added request guidelines so go check it out and request!! xoxo, liz

*swearing and suggestive content, not checked so might contain mistakes*

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[scholastic-dragon]

Hiiiie I am so in need of more Abe Sapien content bc he’s the cutest ever and I would love to know your take on Abe with a bat person !! 🖤 this is so self indulgent but something about the air and water opposites dynamic shjfhsjdbd they could literally always surprise him with little spiderman kisses 🫠 thank you sm for sharing your work with us !! all my warmest regards xoxo

I've been wanting to write this for ages and am going to use it for Flufftober!

Also the reader can transform into a bat, kinda like a vampire, and they can turn invisible.

Flufftober Day 10: Love Language

Abe Sapien x Gn!Bat!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: established relationship, flustered Abe (our favorite), spelling mistakes, Spiderman kiss,

Summary: Abe quickly finds out your love language is dropping by during his missions and demanding a kiss

Abe wasn't a fan of PDA.

He didn't mean to, but anytime you reached for his hand or arm whenever they were around other agents, he froze.

He'd either freeze or flinch away from you. It wasn't that he didn't like the touches, he liked them, but not when he was mid conversation with Hellboy and Liz.

About 4 months into your relationship, he finally said something, calmly sitting you down in the library and telling you.

"You don't like it when I hold you?" Your face fell, it broke his heart. He shook his head, moving closer to you on one of the sofas, taking your hand in his.

"I like it, I do, but I'm...I'm not comfortable doing it right in front of others, and if I'm being honest, this is my first serious relationship and I'm just not used to the attention,"

After that you agreed to tone down the touches until he felt comfortable, only doing it when you two were alone.

Now 8 months into the relationship, he was open to small cheek kisses and holding hands when walking in front of people.

Not that he should be thinking about that right now, he's in the middle of a mission.

Him, Johann and Red, are in lower Manhattan putting up cameras to catch a very annoying and cunning thief.

He's walking down an abandoned alleyway, it's narrow and cold, trash piled up on both sides and a fire escape to his left.

He needed to set up a camera in the very corner of this alley, making sure to catch any and all possible escape routes of the thief.

He hears you before he sees you. Feels your presence and aura in the air, glancing up he sees a small bat fluttering down and landing upside down on the fire escape.

"Hello, love," He mumbles, watching a cloud of smoke appear, blowing away in the autumn breeze, revealing you hanging upside down.

"Hi, Abe, what're you boys up to?" Your hair is hanging in front of your face, your cheeks flushing from the blood flow.

"Setting up cameras to catch a thief that keeps stealing famous artwork," He holds up and shakes the camera, looking it over in his gloved hands.

"Sounds fun," You muse, crossing your arms.

"It's a bit better now that you're here," He smiles at you. He feels your mood change, he doesn't need to read your thoughts to now you just had an idea. "What?"

"Come here,"

"What?" His back straightened, clutching the camera a little too tightly.

"Come here," Uncrossing your arms, you extend them toward him. Unable to resist you, he cautiously takes a few steps forward. "I have an idea,"

"That's what I'm worried about," He nervously glances around the alley. Looking back to where he first entered the alley, knowing the others are just around the corner.

Your hands cup the side of his face, your hands are cold, as they always are, and feather light, like a gently brush of wind.

Smiling you pull him closer to you, pursing your lips and closing your eyes.

He sighs, meeting your lips, they're soft, molding perfectly to his. His face and neck turn warm, a shock of excitement traveling up his spine.

It's a bit strange since you're still upside down, but he can't move away from you. He's obsessed with you, how you move and speak so fluidly and how soft you always are.

You truly are like a autumn breeze: soft, slightly chilling yet so comforting.

"Agent Sapien!" Johann yelled, peering into the alleyway.

Abe jumps out of his scales, thanking his makers that his blue scales don't show how flushed he feels.

"Y-yes, Dr. Krauss?" He stutters, clearing his throat.

He was in so much trouble, he knew it.

He'd be kicked off the mission, you'd get reprimanded for leaving the compound. There's no way you both could-

"The camera, Agent Sapien?" Johann raised an angry pointer finger. "Please set it up, we don't have time for dilly-dallying," He turned around, talking to other agents.

Abe looked to where you had been, the fire escape ladder suddenly empty. He sighed in relief, Johann hadn't seen you.

He hadn't seen you.

"That was close," You tease turning visible again, smiling widely.

"Too close," Abe grumbled, not actually mad. He walked to the end of the alley, setting up the camera.

Even though he almost got caught, there was still a shock in his spine, a tingling in his lips and the urge to keep kissing you.

It was exhilarating the thought of sneaking kisses from you without the others knowing.

This became a sort of ritual for you two. Meeting up in between buildings and alleyways and sneaking kisses whenever no one was looking.

Abe felt guilty because...he liked it.

Seeing your bat form fly above their crime scene, sneaking away and coming back like nothing happened.

It was a win-win for both of you, he didn't have the awkwardness of knowing people were watching and you got your fill of physical touch.

"You're in a good mood," Red teased, lighting a cigar, raising an eyebrow at Abe.

"Just glad the mission is going well," Abe nodded, seeing your bat form fly away in the corner of his eye.

He still felt the pressure from your lips and the softness of your hands on his face.

"Yeah," Hellboy looked him up and down. "I'm glad about it, Manning said he's giving us a week break after this,"

"Oh, that doesn't sound like him," Abe tried to hide his disappointment, fidgeting with a gadget on his arm.

"Yeah, he said we all needed a break, regroup and all that stuff," Red shrugged, Abe missed the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Makes sense,"

"Agent Hellboy!" Johann, from across the road shouted, waving his hand to him. "We need your help moving something!"

Red rolled his eyes, puffing out his cigar. He smiled, leaning in so only Abe could hear him.

"Tell Y/n I say 'hi' next time they come around," With that he sauntered across the street. Leaving Abe wide eyes and speechless on the sidewalk.

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @pheradream15

[starker1975]

Eek so thanks to the motivation I got hearing from people who still wanted A Familiar Stranger (Tony’s Version) I’m working on it 🥹🖤

To give you an idea of what to expect, the first chapter of Peter’s POV covers a 1.5 year period where he goes to homecoming with Liz in his junior year, then continues all the way until spring of his senior year where he downloads the dating app. The rest of the fic runs until September where he goes to college.

Tony’s POV starts with chapter one covering his night during Peter’s homecoming. Chapter two covers the 1.5 year time gap, then we get to see it match up with Peter’s POV—downloading the app and matching with each other etc.

The rest of the fic will have large portions copied and pasted from Peter’s POV bc the conversations don’t change and I want this fic to read as a standalone. However, all of Peter’s introspection will be converted to Tony’s thoughts.

As well, we’ll see scenes where Tony is without Peter, either at work or with his friends at the bar, etc. Depending, I may also add chapters to the end to show Tony and Peter adapting to their new life and to Peter being away at school. (This could also be a separate one shot idk) Tony’s introspection will also be guilt-laden and anxious like Peter’s because he is doing mental gymnastics to justify his behaviour. (And it’s canon Tony has anxiety so don’t @ me)

Because of this, the fic may actually be a longer word count. I haven’t decided if I want to write it all and post it once it’s complete. But either way, it’s getting finished by the end of this year because I’ve set my goal and I don’t like abandoning projects. 🖤🖤🖤

[bloodhoundluke]

➢ instagram blurb pt. 2

COVID-19 QUORANTINE EDITION.

pairing: luke hemmings x girlfriend!reader (fc: camila cabello)

a/n: i loved doing the first part so much that i wanted to make a second part! 💜 these are so fun to make, i think i'll do these more in the future with different faceclaims 🤘🏻 i've been busy with uni, so i haven't had the time to write (unfortunately), but these are pretty quick to make.

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yourinstagram trying to keep my focus on the good things in the midst of this craziness

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ashtonirwin A great outlook on life.

lukehemmings Slay

calumhood U trying to relate to the kids again?

yourinstagram 😭😭 poor lu

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yourinstagram lil piggy is as tired of covid-19 as we are

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lizhemmings I miss you guys. Take care ❤️

yourinstagram of course, take care too ❤️

lukehemmings Yes mum

5sosstan1:4 QUEEN LIZ

lukesgolden Thank you for feeding us Petunia + Luke content 🖤

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yourinstagram a photo-shoot at home 🤘🏻

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lukehemmings Just that everybody knows, I took this photo.

yourinstagram baby, you're a liar

michaelclifford Luke is a well-known gaslighter

lukehemmings Oops...or maybe I just have a horrible memory?

calumhood Geez, there he goes again

lukehemmings 🙄

almondmilkhunni babygirl 🎀💗

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yourinstagram the album of the year. wfttwtaf is out NOW 💙

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lukehemmings My girls and me. Enjoying time at home. Take care of yourselves and stay safe 🤘🏻❤️

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ashtonirwin The beard is looking good bro

lukehemmings Thanks! A bit over-grown

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yourinstagram at least i finished high school 😮‍💨 (ily)

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lukehemmings This has been us for the last past months. Just staying in, writing some new songs while Y/N is either reading or journaling. And a lot of cooking!

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ashtonirwin Has he gotten better with cooking yet?

yourinstagram actually yes!! so proud 🥺

lukehemmings You heard it here first 👀

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[starry-night-rose]

Inspired by one of my beloved mutuals, I have decided to make mutual tags for everyone! Sorry for the tag everyone!

@windbornearchon - jas ☀️

@rosietrace - rosie 😈

@spadecentral - eli 🐣

@geminiiviolets - basil 🌿

@merotwst - ellie 📝

@bunnwich - ren 🐇

@authoruio - uio 🖋

@nem0-nee - nem 🎨

@nuitthegoddess - nuit 🐉

@tunabesimpin - tuna 🐟

@thetwstwildcard - liz ♠️

@vivaresmala - luna 🌙

@fumikomiyasaki - fumi 🍏

@lovelyjasmari - jas 🎀

@oseathepebble - mari 🐺

@daisyneptune - daisy 🌼

@celiica - mercie 🦈

@br3adtoasty - toasty 🍞

@indulgentandidiotic - aries 🐮

@cinnamoroxie - roxie 🌟

@shehassecrets - sophia 💔

@fruixtii - fruity 🍇

@grandi-flora - wren 🥀

@vaporvipermedia - viper 🐍

@italoniponic - cherry 🍒

@luvkamishiro - yion ✏️

@robo-milky - chris 🎊

@hyuckonia - hyuckie 💪

@pyroxeene - vi 🌌

@angry-strawberry-pie - bunny 🐰

@evilcokito - coco 💀

@writing-heiress - kayla ♥️

@hamstergal - nette 🃏

@revolllutionary - rev 👑

@sakuramidnight15 - sakura 🖤

@hades-eternal - monmon 🩸

@twsted-princess - melanie 🧁

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@xiao-lantern - ren 🍁

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[syoddeye]

I re-read For the Record from the beginning to motivate myself and decided to write down every single music reference, start to finish. (At least I tried.) This is mostly for my own benefit but if you like any of these artists or albums, we should be friends. 🖤

Chapter Titles

HAMMS IN A GLASS by Winona Fighter

Sometime Around Midnight by the Airborne Toxic Event

Got You by Amyl and The Sniffers

Baby Baby by The Vibrators

Crawl! by Idles

Feeling in Love (From the Waist Down) by Twen

Good Fortune by PJ Harvey

I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS

Hand In My Pocket by Alanis Morissette

Crush by Cigarettes After Sex

Happiness is a butterfly by Lana Del Ray

You're My Waterloo by The Libertines

Waterloo by ABBA

All Mine by PLAZA

Sit by Japanese Breakfast

Song References

I'd Rather Be With You by Bootsy Collins

Cowboys from Hell by Pantera

Chiquitita by ABBA

Peaches & Cream by 112

I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You by Aretha Franklin

Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa

Kiss from a Rose by Seal

Bless the Telephone by Labi Siffre

Timber by Pitbull ft. Ke$ha

West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys

Fuck and Run by Liz Phair

Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye

Mercy Mercy Me by Marvin Gaye

My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean

Stronger by Britney Spears

Album References

Load by Metallica

Reload by Metallica

White Pony by The Deftones

Young, Gifted and Black by Aretha Franklin

This Is Me…Then by J Lo

Rio by Duran Duran

Artist References

Slipknot

David Bowie

Mac Demarco

SWV

Sugar Ray

J.I.D.

Sinéad O'Connor

Foals

Twin Shadow

Pixies

Oasis

Slayer

Darondo

Lianne La Havas

Four Top

Mötley Crüe

Prince

[keikomiura]

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

i was tagged by the wonderful nóra ( @daughter-rhaenyra ), thank you so much 🖤✨

last song: in my place by coldplay

currently watching: mr. and mrs. smith series

three ships: mako mori x raleigh becket ( pacific rim, platonic or romantic ), inej ghafa x kaz brekker ( six of crows ), liz sherman x hellboy ( del toro's hellboy movies )

favorite color: black ( and honorable mention to blue )

currently consuming: water

first ship: i think it was either liz x hellboy or ororo/storm x logan/wolverine from x-men

relationship status: single

last movie: pacific rim

currently working on: creative-wise some writing here and there, nothing really concrete. but on a more personal note, i'm working on improving my dental health now that i was able to get insurance this year

no pressure to do this, i'm tagging @userastarion, @binickmiller, @jakeperallta, @oswinian, @ladykatesharma, @benoitblanc, @dadralt, @galeofwaterdeeps, @daenerys-targaryen, and anyone who wants to participate ( feel free to tag me )!

[yeyinde]

I got into CoD because of you. I became obsessed with Price because of you and after reading your gazfest fic, which is the only good thing to happen to me this week (insert that Liz lemon meme) , I just know that you writing a price angst fic will kill me. like no chance whatsoever. straight to the pits of hell.

Ahhhhhhh, thank you!!! I love when people tell me they found COD or Price through something I wrote. It's a little moment of, "I'm so sorry for what I've done 🥹" and also, "WOW!!"

I do plan on writing something for Price for my bday - it was supposed to be a nonsensical smut piece as a little, hey, thanks for sticking around, it's almost been a year, and that's real neat of you - but I'll be sure to add some angst just for you.

I'm so sorry you're having such a bad week, and I really hope it gets better soon 🖤

[alien-magnolia]

Older! Eddie Munson x hyperfeminine! housewife! Reader : quick headcanons/ideas <3

18+ MDNI

Tw: big, girthy age gap :) (early 40’s /early 20’s), service kink!, sub!-coded fem reader, dom-coded Eddie munson, leashes!, obedience!!, etc

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Marrying Edward Munson was most likely the best milestone of your life. The dull and bitter taste of Hawkins, Indiana had become bright and full of color!!

Your Eds has bought you a quaint, small, yet spacious enough home, in which you decorated with beige tones and tropical accents — plants, gold, mirrored walls, and topped it all off with a wooden kitchen. He provided for you as well, spending the usual nine to five workday facing the elements as a local construction worker. At exactly 5:10 each evening, he would come home to greet his babygirl. You were ever so ready!

He comes through the door, sawdust covered boots sprinkling dirt on the fuzzy carpet. You rush up to greet him, and you were met with a “hey babydoll,” and a swift strong arm picking you up to his lap.

With you clinging onto him like a little koala, he undresses his clothes, and then puts on a loose muscle tee with boxers <3!

“ how’s my little girl doing today, hmm? Tell me, doll,” a prompt from him was all it took for you to enthusiastically describe your day!! His patronizing smile made your “little kitty” as he called it, gush!!

You tell him about your cooking, your laundry, and how much you missed him, your daddy <3!

“Missed you too. How’s about your daddy shows you how much he missed his doll?,” his hairy forearms and calloused fingers grip your plush waist so tightly. He pulls you into his lap, and you feel his throbbing bulge press up against your mound. “Wet f’me?,” he taunts. You nod, your manicured hands clawing up his wide back and shoulders.

“Babygirl needs her leash and collar, yeah?,” he tuts at you, putting them on. His calloused fingers grab the O ring in the center of your collar, pulling the leash a bit. “There we go, sweets. Ready for daddy to play with. <3”

You could only drool and nod!

Your pretty tits pressed up against his hairy chest, his so so masculine hands squeezing your soft belly and hips until it HURT, and you rocking yourself on his bulge.

One thing you loved about Eddie, was that he was big. He was around five inches yes, but in width, goodness <3 it hurt to take him every time! He was wider than your hand, and would tut at you everytime your pretty pussy took that wide cock and huge balls of his.

So here you were, doing just that, clinging onto him, whining, as his girthy length stuffed you full. Belt buckle on the floor, your plush thighs against his tatted ones, his ringed hand on your ankle, which had a little ‘E’ tattoo on it.

Eddie actually gave you the tattoo himself, a few months ago, gently holding your ankle while working on the tattoo. You said it hurt but your Eds kept praising you for being so brave! <3 After he bandaged your new initial tattoo, he gave you your reward for being his “brave girl,” which was his cock stuffing you full for hours on end. <3

“Pussy’s just purring f’me, sweetheart. Look at that. She loves my cock, doesn’t she now?,” Eddie cooed at you as he bounced you on his girth. You could only whine and nod as you felt his balls, heavy and full, plap’ and slap against your wet cunt.

He came in you, of course, because you were his. The tattoo, the ring, the leash and collar, the part where he breeds his little wife, all signs that you belonged to him. You loved being his pretty little wife, spending the days at home, waiting for her husband.

It was all worth the wait <3

A/n: tysm for reading! If you like it pls comment or reblog it means a lot to me <3 -Liz

[yeahithinkthefuckno]

Hi everyone! I know I haven't been here ( or in @rivusaficrecs ) in a few long days, I want you to know I haven't forgotten about any of the accounts and I AM going to be back to posting regularly

The truth is I have been working my brain off to save the show, from posting the petition everywhere I can, to making the hashtag trending on twitter every day, to spamming every post Netflix does every day, all day

I want to thank specially to Ingrid, Valentina, Lula, Aisha, Libby, Rox, Liz, and probably many more I'm forgetting right now, you guys are working SO HARD for this show, running only on hope and almost no sleep for more than a week now, you guys are INCREDIBLE and nothing we're doing could be possible without you 🖤

Don't forget to sign the petition with as many emails you have, your family members emails, ask your friends and mutuals to sign, share it everywhere, donate if you can, write the tag #SaveFateTheWinxSaga everywhere, under every Netflix post on Instagram and twitter, under every fate tik tok you see, asking people to sign and sharing the petition, ask other fandoms to help! Send the petition to news portals and famous pages, do every little thing you can think of, because everything helps!

I'm also adding my last tik tok, so you can see some of the work we're doing every day 🖤

I will be back when I find time to rest from this fight, see you soon!

[lizthewriter]

about me

LIZZY/LIZ !! seventeen. panromantic, pansexual. sagittarius. enfj-t. ennegram 8. mcu, hp, dc. she/her.

leopold fitz's wife - valkeryie's lovey - daisy johnson's gf - billy loomis' sweetheart - stu macher's babe - theodore nott's love - pansy parkinson's slut - carol danvers babygirl - helmut zemo's darling - peter parker's baby - jason todd's pretty girl - bucky barnes' doll

hey everyone! my name is liz, i'm seventeen and i was bitten by a radioactive i am a very passionate writer! i am currently in my freshman year of college, majoring in earth science and policy, with plans on one day becoming an environmental lawyer. i love reading, writing, hanging out with friends, learning random things, and playing board games. my favorite marvel character (mcu) is steve rogers and my favorite harry potter character is luna lovegood.

i love making writer friends all the time and would love to get to know fellow fanfic writers as well!

currently on hiatus but queuing up fics, expect late responses to messages and requests 🖤🖤🖤

[ablizmal]

ʚ ⋆⋅ ━━━━༺♡༻━━━━ ⋅⋆ ɞ

➽──────❥ 𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 (𝒍𝒊𝒛)

➽─────❥ 𝟐𝟎 𝒚𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅

➽──────❥ 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚

➽─────❥ 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚

➽──────❥ #𝟏 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 (/joking)

➽─────❥ 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒓𝒐 (/lighthearted)

➽──────❥ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 🩷🩷🩷

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y’know when you watch an early 2000’s anime and it awakens the goth that has always resided within ye?

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━━━━ ⊹. ˚₊⋆♡⋆₊˚ .⊹ ━━━━

i will post some suggestive/nsfw content at times!! i will tag each with “cw suggestive” and “cw nsfw” respectively (and filter the nsfw stuff!! ♡).

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tag directory!

【 †𝖍є 𝖘𝚊𝖈𝖗є𝖉 𝚊𝖗†𝖘 】──❥ the tag i use for other people’s art!! :3

【 †𝖍є 𝖘𝚊𝖈𝖗є𝖉 †єχ†𝖘 】─❥ the tag i use for other people’s fics and analyses. this fandom is full of such talented writers~ (っ˶˘ ∀˘˶ς)

lizzie screams──❥ my talking tag. here, you can find posts where i ramble on and on. i love me a good ol ramble! ^v^

radtacular art!!!─❥ my art tag (if you can believe it 😅)

the inner workings of liz──❥ my writing tag!!! it’s mostly gonna be filled with stuff related to the next tag…

accidental emo boy meets intentional goth girl(gender neutral)─❥ my selfship tag. that’s right, babey, i ship myself with L!!! ohhhhh, he’s such a cutie!~ ヽ(˶ˆ∀ˆ˵♡)ノ

(i refer to my self insert by her alias name, “juliette,” to make my posts less confusing.)

cherry cola chaos──❥ the tag i use to refer to my selfship universe. am unsure if it will include AU’s or not, so i will only use this tag for “canon” related posts for the time being.

the collective speaks─❥ my tag for asks+answers. PLEASE send me asks, i love answering them,,, (💗∀💗)

🖤🖤🖤──❥ what i tag others’ L x reader posts with. it would feel wrong to use my selfship tag on their work 🤔

the oddest of parallels. SO fucked up.─❥ i know i said “/lighthearted” at me and L being cosmically connected earlier in this post. what i meant by that is that my relationship with L isn’t a delusion. i engage and make content of it for fun, in a daydream world sort of way.

but. there are some… pretty odd things i can relate to L on. things that are odd in the sense that we parallel each other. something so niche that i think only 5-10 other L fans in the entire world can also relate to L on. it’s eerie and it’s fucked and it’s like L as a character was made for me by the fates itselves. (now that’s just the writer in me using flowery wording lol.)

anyways…

[canongf]

OMG YES EXACTLY, f/o's who are from really silly and lighthearted sources just feel so FUN!! I haven't come up with much lore yet other than that I work at the department store with Liz (she works at the makeup counter in a deleted scene and i was so glad that helped me think of an idea 😆) at the perfume counter, so I meet Richie through her and Gus!! I like to think he'd be really awkward and tongue tied around me at first :') and of course I find that adorable and am crushing right away!!

And thank you sm for your tags on the moodboard for our ship!! 😭 that was my first time writing anything for him so I was really hoping I got his voice right :')

Also camp is the PERFECT word for Intruder lol! I wish I had some recs, it's been so long since I watched a slasher; I need to get back into them!! But if you don't already watch Dead Meat on youtube, they've covered a lot of campy slashers over the years!! I love going through the Kill Count playlist on their channel to find movies to watch :3c

THEY LITERALLY ARE!!!

like... as much fun as it is to ship with dark and deep sources and to work with real complicated backgrounds for your faves, just having a little fun with a silly source and a silly character is the BEST!!!

and i love this idea about working at the perfume counter!!! not only does it work perfectly but also it opens the door up for richie to be a complete dork. not only would he get awkward and tongue tied around you, he'd probably start testing and buying perfumes just for an excuse to talk to you because that's the only way he can figure out how to do it. he'd always smell like flowers and he would not get a single break from clark or gus. i can see it all perfectly!!!

aaa i've never seen dead meat on youtube!!! i'll have to check them out, thank you!!! i'm still fairly new to enjoying horror movies so i love getting recommendations and hearing about different ones, it's so much fun!!! 🖤

[dogshit-gambler]

verge of frenzy—; Patrick Bateman x f!OC

Commissioned by my lovely friend @myst3r10 🖤 thank you so very much for allowing me to write this! Liz is a true girlboss 🖤

Very dark content. CNC. Drug use. Violence/Graphic Depictions of Murder. Gore.

Hot water ran over the blonde’s body, her hair sticking to the back of her neck. Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair, her hair mask sliding over her delicate fingers. The sun shimmered against her bedroom floor, clothes basking in the warmth of the sun. A formal, business look was her poison today. A long pencil skirt to hug a perfect figure was nearing her future. Sheer stockings and a white button-up to pair with her eccentric jewelry. As she squeezed her hair, her second alarm started to blare. “Fuck,” she spat. “I’m awake. Unfortunately.” It’d be one hell of a day interviewing stuck-up rich guys with egos the size of Texas. She needed a fix now. Drugs or alcohol either would do. She applied a glycolic acid cleanser to her face, dragging it down to her throat. A tingle shot through her skin as it gently exfoliated. She paired it with an almond oil scrub used primarily on her neck and chest. She needed to be perfect to combat the toxic yuppie culture - even if she took part in it too. Her skin was smooth and shaven, with tight legs and a perfectly round rump. Looks were everything.

Rinsing out her hair, she stepped from the shower, water running down her spine. Upon drying her face, she moisturized with SPF and added a sweet Gucci perfume. One sprit on her neck, the others behind her ears and wrists. She reached over to her bathroom drawer, just under the mirror to reveal a small baggie of white powder. Wasting no time, she took a sharp snort directly off the plastic. Much like people needed coffee to start the day, she needed her own special stimulant. Hers just happened to be much more expensive and illegal. All crime came with a price, yuppies knew this better than anyone. She wrapped a towel over her hair, flipping it up as she finished her routine. The rush was amazing, a quick heartbeat, the room looking so much more alive and colorful. It was awfully boring living the best life at all times, she needed this one thing to keep her intact.

Her outfit was designer, shoes worth a man’s life, lipstick as red as blood, and skin as clear as the summer sky. Elizabeth admired her reflection much like Narcissus, she could drown much like him too. Pools of beauty rippled before her, a beautiful nymph looking back at her. You’d wonder if you were even worthy enough to be looked at by her, for her eyes struck like bullets and sliced like a butterfly knife. Another hit, she thought. Fuck. She finished the baggie and chucked it into the trash. A small droplet of blood ran from her nose and a familiar soreness hit her. She took a washcloth to her nose and gently stopped the bleeding. Her damned dealer didn’t grind the shit fine enough, she’d have his head for that. Sharp, jagged crystals ripped into her nose, filling her lungs with acute amounts of blood. It was more of a nuisance than anything. Maybe one day it would catch up to her, but surviving brain-rotting conversations with millionaires hadn’t killed her yet - so nothing will at this rate.

On the contrary, Patrick Bateman never had this problem. They’d meet soon enough, even if that meant discomfort for the both of them. They were close enough to have done drugs together, but distant enough to not give a shit about each other’s problems. Bateman’s morning routine was all the same like it always was.

Jean’s ringtone began to go off.

“Helloooo?” Elizabeth spoke into the phone as she placed it on speaker.

“Hey! How are you, Jean?” She smiled through the phone, looking at herself in the mirror. She twirled the edge of the towel around her finger.

“I’m great! I was just wondering… Will I see you today? You’re so busy and I miss you. I’d like to see you even if you’re working.”

Elizabeth cleared her throat, holding the washcloth on her nose.

“Yeah, I’ll be in today for a while. I have some interviews to finish. There’s been a lot of shady bullshit going on at P&P and I plan to figure it out.” Murder scandals, how fun.”I know you’ll do great, Liz. I can’t wait to see you today.” Jean said her goodbyes before going back to work. Being an office princess had its perks, even if you were treated like meat. Having rich men fawn and bend before you - exhilarating. But Jean was far too sweet to notice the gawking expressions and predatory scrutiny. How their eyes stripped her naked and disrespected her grave before she was even dead. It was sickening. Elizabeth had seen it and stuffed it out like a candle. But Jean? She was too innocent, too kind to work in this cutthroat world. She too had climbed the corporate ladder but at what cost?

Bateman made his presence known at P&P. He looked down at his fellow yuppies, feeling their judgment, he only wished it was jealousy. Since Paul Allen’s death, more followed close behind. Bateman could only clean so much blood, oh god, how he hated cleaning the blood. He’d rather bathe in the crimson fluid, drink it, and add it to a wine sauce. Dining on the meat of mankind, drinking their blood like a sacrilegious puppet. Bateman, the man, the myth, the fucking maniac. He spent his morning jerking off the slasher movies, rewinding the death scenes until his climax. His moans mixed with the sounds of female screams, his cock rock hard as if they were real sounds of agony. His morning was ripe with violence, and porn to start the day off right.

“Hello, Jean.” He spoke. “I see you took my suggestion, you stopped wearing that ugly blouse. I like the yellow on you much better. The pink made your skin look dull. I like this so much better.”

“Morning, Pat. You look nice today.”

“Thanks! You too, Jean.”

Seemingly, all Jean heard was hello.

Patrick Bateman, you’re out of your fucking mind.

Chapter 2

Light rain, slight chance of thunderstorms.

“Good morning Liz!” Jean spoke as she made eye contact. Elizabeth made herself known, her presence requiring basic respect and intelligence. “How’d your date go last night?” Jean inquired, not knowing the cloud of disappointment that was about to glide over her head. “Horrible. A no-show. Bastard really thought I’d let that slide and tried to call me at 5 in the fucking morning to apologize.”

Jean frowned, resting her chin in her hand. “Well, I’m sorry. I hate to hear it didn’t work out. But why do you think he called you?”

Liz chuckled, at how innocent Jean was. Elizabeth looked around, making sure no one was listening. Apart from Bateman, not a soul knew she existed. “To… Just to enjoy himself.” Jean blushed a rosy red. “Oh.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yeah. Not a good look. So now I’m just… making reservations for myself.” She was used to doing things on her own, being independent had its perks but always keeping your guard up is exhausting; and by god, she was. Jean shrugged, returning to her army of papers to fill out, leaving her cousin alone to interview. She knocked on Bateman’s door. “Come in.”

“Patrick Bat-”

He cut himself off. “Elizabeth.” “Patrick.”

A rush of memories began to flood them both.

She was in Bateman’s apartment, bent over the dresser with a line of cocaine sitting on her left asscheek. Bateman snorted the powder through a bill, his muscular body covered in delicious sweat. He slapped her ass, leaving a red print on her fine skin. Bateman was rough, the kind of guy you’d regret staying the night with. Liz enjoyed it, using it as a chance to feel alive. They coexisted in misery and loneliness, using each other to cope with the pain of the world. “Fuck me,” she demanded. Patrick laughed, slapping the tip of his cock against her. The drugs ran through his bloodstream, invigorating him like a racehorse. “Be a good girl,” he began, slamming his cock into her eager hole. “And take,” he bit his lip, her walls fluttering around him, “My big fucking cock. Take it, ohhh take it, just like that. Tell me you love my cock, tell me you love getting fucked like a slut. Fucking bitch.” Bateman pounded into her, his heavy balls slapping against her. “I love your cock,” she whined, gripping the wood frame of the table. “Fuck, fuck me harder! Please, fucking use me and all my holes.” Her body was tight, lean with muscle, and perfect hips. Her legs spread for Patrick, his skin hot against hers. His body flushed and hot, sweat running down his back.

“Fucking tell me, Liz. Tell me you feel my cock buried inside you like fucking corpse. I wish you were fucking dead so I could keep you here forever, even in death you’d be slobbering on me.” Liz felt herself close to climax as Patrick’s hand crept up to her throat. His grip was deadly, the air trapped in her throat. Her brain felt heavy, her rabid heartbeat told her she very well may have died at that moment. Her orgasm was godly, the rush of crashing worlds, on the brink of death, and the drugs mixing together created an intoxicating cocktail. Patrick screamed out profanities as he overstimulated himself inside her, his aching soul clawing at his neck for release.

“Clean yourself up in the bath. Wash my cum out of you.” Elizabeth fell on the floor, weak and tired. She attempted to pull herself up off the floor and at least onto the bed. Patrick almost took pity on the damage he caused. “Come,” he said, leaning down to pick her up. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re covered in sweat, you know I can’t have that.”

He scooped her up with ease, his muscles flexing as he stood up. He was still high on the conglomeration of drugs, but still sober enough to know he didn’t really want her to rot on the floor. He felt confused with himself at times; his utter lack of empathy seemed to begin and end with her. He could abuse her and kiss the same wounds he caused. He took no pleasure in truly hurting her outside the bedroom. He wanted to spoil her with every dollar in the bank. Millions wouldn’t be enough, he’d buy her the fucking world if he could. He placed her in the bathtub, his slender hands blasting the warm water over her feet. Painted toenails shimmered under the soft lights of his bathroom. “Let me clean you up, you’re filthy.” He was gentle for the first time in his life. His hands spread almond body scrub over her back and chest, the sugar gliding over her skin like silk. Her head was still spinning, the warmth only making it worse. Patrick ran a washcloth over her skin, his soft hands tickling the gentle hairs on her arms. Her heartbeat slowed down, the dizziness now turning into an intense exhaustion; the kind worse than a long day. The coming down process was cocaine was a strong one, it felt more like dying than anything. Extreme fatigue plagued her entire body, it felt a chore to even take slow, easy inhales and exhales.

Patrick took care of her like a delicate flower, the only thing that mattered to him was Liz. His sweet, precious Liz.

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“Patrick! Long time no see, how are you?” Liz inquired, placing her purse on his desk. The simple act of dominance annoyed Bateman. “I’ve been well, Liz. I’ve missed your company. I’m sure you’ve just been suffering without me too.” She chuckled, taking a seat. His office was dead, just like every broker in the building. “I’m not here for games, Bateman. It’s business. Take a seat.” Oh? No games? No joy. “What’s troubling you?” Bateman inquired, both his hands clasped together. His eyes cut into her like razors; blood dripping from her doll-like skin. “Well,” she began. “How’s it feel being one of the last standing? This isn’t looking good. Tell me what you know.”

Patrick scoffed. “Tell you what? That I killed everyone in the building and burned their putrid corpses?”

“There’s a start.” “Oh, don’t be silly, Liz.”

She leaned in close, the air thick with tension. “Patrick.”

She stared into his eyes, counting every lash, every pore, and soon to be every fucking zero after his bail. “I need you to be honest here. Where were you on the night of Paul Allen’s death? And the rest? John Minton? Samantha Higgins? Gustavo King? Come the fuck on, Pat. Tell me.” She stood strong in the face of evil, knowing damned well she could look back without a stitch of doubt, let alone fear. Patrick’s eyes danced around her neck, imagining his hands wrapped around it. His mind raced with the memories.

“It turned you on when I told you how I butchered them all.” Patrick began, a sinister smirk plastered on his face. “Christ, don’t you remember? Soaking your panties when I told you how I bled a man in the tub like a pig?” Fuck. “I know it did. You’re a glutton for punishment - only if you get to watch like a fucking voyeur.

His words made her cringe but she detected no lies. “Patrick. You are far too comfortable.” Bateman laughed. Oh god, how he laughed. “Don’t be silly. Let alone coy, you think I’d forget about you covered in blood while I fucked you next to a corpse?” Elizabeth rolled her eyes, she wasn’t so innocent either. “Correct. Which is evidence enough to throw your ass in jail.” “Pftt… You’d be convicted too! You fucking watched!” Yes, she did. And she enjoyed it. It was sick, it was perverted, but nothing in their lives came normally; god forbid peacefully. Patrick wasn’t wrong, but that was the goddamn problem. “You have no evidence,” Liz replied quickly, a hint of amusement in her voice. “No?”

“No.”

“Pumpkin… I was filming us. You looked so beautiful all splayed out, blood and every other liquid dripping off you. You wouldn’t want that plastered everywhere, would you?” Patrick leaned back in his chair, the black material of his button-up stretching over his powerful biceps. “But you and I both know you can’t live without me and seeing me locked up would crush your precious little heart; even if it is black with rot.” Patrick’s lips curled into a soft smile as Liz looked him up and down. Dare say, he considered it ogling. “I heard you got stood up, by the way. So we will go out tonight. It Looks nice. Wear that tight red dress I got. It makes your ass look like a heart.” Patrick handed her his credit card, the letters P.B engraved on the backside in titanium shimmered under his lights. “Get your hair and nails done too… My treat. Simply because your act was hilarious.”

She snatched his card like a viper. “As if I wouldn’t have blown your money regardless…”

In truth, she’d never throw Patrick under the bus. She was too emotionally involved, invested in his life. Patrick was a constant, one thing she could always rely on. Apart from the never-ending drugs, Patrick was her system, her habit, her vice. Needless to say, his grip on her was monstrous. But she wasn’t the only one wrapped around a finger. Patrick was a slave to her whims, her wishes, her desires. Everything she could want, from the world to a blood diamond, she could have it all.

She gathered her things and just before leaving, she stood still in her tracks. “Don’t get too comfortable, Bateman. I have my ass on the line for you.” That… was an understatement. She was in deep, but Patrick was even deeper.

There was nothing like having a fresh set of gel nails and a new hairstyle. While she was perfectly within her ability to do these things herself, it was nice to use Patrick’s money for a change. It made him feel needed, something he’d never admit. All he wanted was to feel desired like he was a capable man. God knew he was, but Patrick still felt plagued with doubt.

The infamous red dress made an appearance. Strapless and covered in sequence, the red gown draped over her body like a sea of blood. Wrapping, enveloping her skin like a hungry beast. Patrick picked it for her, imagining himself ripping it off like a demon in the night. She stood in the mirror, black stiletto high heels shaping her lean calves. Tight fishnet stretched over her skin, each mole and birthmark adorning her skin visible. Luscious blonde curls draped over her shoulders, body glitter donning her skin like a rare gem. Men would carve her out of the most dangerous and feared mine in the world - just to get a taste of the sweet magnolia perfume she wore like her own skin. Patrick would peel it off like the tender skin of ripe fruit, stripping her down to the bone marrow just to get a small taste.

Her mirror image looked back at her, admiring the life she built for herself. A queen, a she-caligula looked back and laughed at all the times she showed pity on those smaller than her. Patrick was a horrible influence, enhancing the dark heart that slept beneath. Vermilion adorned her lips like blood, with earthy tones on her eyes. Patrick would drop fucking dead when she walked out the door. She was certain Patrick would look just as ravishing.

Chapter 3

Patrick pulled up to her luxury apartment, his driver mentally preparing for the horrors that would be the ride to Dorsia. It was never about the restaurant or the money it took to get in. It was yuppie bragging rights. Even for Liz, it was the ability to brag. She looked down at him from her window, a distance seeming infinite. Never close enough, just on the edge. The space felt liminal, empty, and cold. Her eyes shot down like bullets but the air was bulletproof. She’d kill him by now if the consequence wouldn't be everlasting loneliness that felt more like a punch to the gut. Patrick was the only person on earth who she could tolerate. People were meaningless or a nuisance. Bateman wasn’t a person - rather an entity to walk through life as a shadow. Casting darkness like a stormcloud, he walked.

Liz trekked down the steps, her dress held tightly in her hand. Her heels, a war drum, a tune imitated by many, but mastered by none. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery. Many aspired to be like the woman, her energy wicked, yet influenced by Patrick. He was even more sick than she could hope to be.

The door was already open for her, the only thing missing was a red carpet. Rolled out before her was only Patrick, her feet could crush him like a bug if given the chance. She smiled, her red lips curling. “You look gorgeous, Pumpkin.”

“Thank you, Patrick. Not so shabby yourself, hm?”

“Of course.”

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“I’ll have your lobster bisque and a side salad. The lady will have the salmon mousse and NY Strip. Oh, add dessert while you’re at it. Whatever the chef’s special is.”

The waiter took their order, moving quickly to the kitchen. Patrick was a regular and was painfully critical. If the food wasn’t perfect he’d throw a fit - much like a child. Elizabeth leaned her cheek on her palm, the supple skin pushing up gently. “So,” she began. “What trouble are you in now, Pat?” She shifted hands, using her free one to gently grasp him across the table. “The only trouble that I’m in is the trouble you caused for me, Liz. My dear. My ever-so-sweet darling. You’ve put me in a world of hurt.” He replied, leaning in. His eyes were deep - soft even. He was gentle if only for a moment. “And what do you want me to do about that?” Liz pulled back, looking at the table sitting just behind them. They’d ordered the menu special - funny. The woman sitting behind Patrick looked eerily concerned. “All those men… dead? Gone? I can’t… I hope they catch who is behind these horrific killings.”

Liz smiled. “Horrific?” She repeated quietly, biting her bottom lip. Bateman smiled. “Seemingly so.” That urge came back, fuck. The urge to hurt, the urge to BE hurt. Patrick’s hands began to sweat, and his brow furrowed. Liz knew that look anywhere. She knew that woman’s fate had been sealed the moment she thought of Patrick. Sick, perverted, he was - but god, Liz was just as sick. If she’d sat with Patrick knowing he was this way, there would be two murderers sitting together. She gave him a nod, sealing this stranger’s fate.

Their food arrived and Liz began to dig in. It was perfect, the steak bloody and juicy. The salmon mousse was salty and creamy. Sharp cheese was served on the side with crackers, handmade by the chef’s loving hands. Patrick’s soup was warm, bursting with flavor. They exchanged bites, almost as if sharing a kiss. The act of sharing food was pure, even if it was rotten all the same. A bottle of wine was brought to their table, the waiter pouring glass after glass. The warm fuzzy feeling began to overtake them, the food richer, the air warmer. Everything was bright. Patrick turned to look at the table behind them, spotting another woman gossiping about him. Well - so he thought. He was guilty as charged, blood on his hands could only drip so much until they stained.

“Excuse me, but I’d love to pay for your meal,” Patrick spoke to them. “I don’t mean to be rude, but it seems like your conversation had brought you ladies down. It would make my day to treat you.” Liz smiled, that was her Patrick. “Oh!” They exclaimed. “You are so kind, sir.” If God only knew…

Upon checking out, Patrick added the other table’s meal to his bill. “Thank you so much, sir. It appears angels do exist.” Liz remained quiet and listened intently. The two women were middle-aged, appearing naive but adventurous enough to come home with them. “Perhaps, I could be one, you never know.” Patrick chuckled. “Are you two ladies up for some fun, perhaps? My girlfriend and I…”

The air became thick with suspicion. He was too bold. “I... I’m not sure, sir.”

“Oh, you’ll love it.” Liz chimed in. “We love company.” Patrick had never seen her like this before. “We would love to have you.” Having a woman’s touch never hurts. Liz seemed trusting, and knowing Patrick, this aspect only made his cock throb. Liz could be very convincing when she wanted - and now - she needed this. This release, this ecstasy from the pain and pleasure. She batted her eyelashes across the table and that delicate look seemed to be all it took. “Mhmm… Fine. I like meeting new people anyways. I’m Marion.”

“Marion. This is my boyfriend, Patrick. I’m Elizabeth.”

Chapter 4

Patrick’s apartment is a tomb for many, a chamber of death and destruction for all. “Take a seat,” Liz cooed, slipping off Marion’s jacket. “Wine? Beer? What’s your fancy, sweetheart?” Liz’s fingers trailed over Marion’s shoulder, pushing back her strawberry-red hair. It smelled faintly of a developer and an almond hair mask. Patrick couldn’t contain his excitement. “Would you like something… stronger?” Liz pulled a small baggie of cocaine from her chest, dangling it in front of Marion like a bone to a dog. Marion’s cheeks turned deep pink, her skin hot, the hairs on her neck standing up. “I’ve… never done this.” Liz smiled before laying it out before them. “It’s easy. TOO easy! Just…” She made fine lines on the silver tray in front of them, giving Marion the thinnest line. “Just snort, move along quickly. It’s fucking amazing.” She ran her fingers through Marion’s hair, guiding her head down. She looked behind them, seeing Patrick standing in the hallway, a small hammer in his hands. She gave him a nod, gently scratching Marion’s scalp. She moved her hand to the back of Marion’s neck, leaving space for Patrick to swing.

Crack. Wet matter hit the table, a tooth following after. He hit her again, this time in the side of the cranium. Again. Again. Again. Until blood spattered on Liz, a chunk of brain rolling down her chest. “Finally!” Bateman shouted. “Fucking FINALLY!” He grabbed Marion’s neck, pulling her close to him. He pulled fragments of her skull off, dropping them at his feet. Her heart had long since stopped, the blunt impact deadly enough to end her life on the second swing. Dare - you could say she didn’t know what hit her. His hands were shaking from the thrill. Blood covered his face, his hair stained and now crusty with the fluid. Cold, nothing but cold air filled the room. The brain matter on Liz’s chest was now on the floor, along with an ocean of blood and flesh.

She grabbed her boyfriend’s hand, stopping him for only a moment. She ran his hand down her face, leaving a trail of blood behind. He smelled like crushed bones and cologne. Liz felt the blood dry on her skin. Patrick’s hand ran down to her breast, the blood following. “You’re so damned hot,” he spoke. He pressed his other hand into the pool of blood, gathering a small amount in his hand before smearing it all over Liz’s chest and neck. His handprints tattooed her skin, from her cheeks down to the now exposed flesh on her back. “Take me, Patrick,” She begged, running her sticky fingers in his hair. The blood was horrid, the stickiness, the smell. They didn’t give a shit, all they needed was each other. Patrick peeled off her underwear, his following shortly. He laid her back in the ever-growing pool of blood on the floor. Her heart raced, her body excited with the idea of being fucked next to a corpse. Patrick dove into her pussy, lapping at her like a man starved. He gave her no warmup, the anticipation driving them both insane. He reached up to tease her nipples, her skin aching with the pain of his grip, but his skin was so sweet against her. She planted herself in the pool of blood, wrapping one of her nimble legs around his head as her orgasm approached. He ran his tongue in sharp, rough circles over her clit. Her hands slipped in the blood, her body writhing in the intense pleasure. She sang his name like a symphony, an orchestrated show for the wicked. He brought his bloodied hand to her clit, his mouth leaving her sex for only a moment. His mouth was covered in crimson, a perfect mix of her juice and Marion’s blood. He smacked her clit before rubbing it how she liked it. He knew her body like the back of his hand. Liz writhed like she was being tortured, the pleasure intense it almost hurt. “Fucking cum for me, fucking cum for me. Look at all this blood and cum at the thought of it. That’s my sweet girl. That’s right.”

Liz swatted his hand away, seconds away from her climax. “I want to fucking ride you as we look at the mess you made. My Patrick.” She pushed him onto his back, grabbing his gorgeous cock in her hands. She planted her mouth on him, taking him to the back of her throat, swirling her tongue over his swollen tip. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her head down to his pubic hair. He cursed a thousand curses before pulling her head up. Her face was strung with tears, her lips swollen and her nose bleeding from the cocaine use. She crawled on top of him like a fucking terror from hell. She positioned herself on his perfect cock, leaving a bloody handprint on his chest, right where his beating heart was. She rode his cock, grinding her clit against him in the process. “Fuck, fuck. Yes. Ride my fucking cock, Liz. Fucking ride me, my darling.” She used his chest as support, her nails flicking over his nipples, sending him into a fucking frenzy. “Such a sensitive boy, eh? Like having your nipples played with? Oh, my sweet, sweet Patrick.” Her other hand wrapped around his supple neck, her grip much stronger than he anticipated. He bucked his hips like a madman, his vision slowly blurring. She was drenched in blood but damn - she never looked better.

Patrick whined as he climaxed so hard he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skull. “Cum for me, Patrick. Cum for me, please, oh please.” She brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing frantically in an attempt to cum with him. She continued to bounce on his cock, their skin slapping together, much like that hammer smacked into Marion’s head.

They collapsed next to the corpse, its eyes still open and cold. A gray cast overtook the lifeless eyes. Liz swallowed, her naked body on display for the corpse. Patrick caught his breath, pulling Liz next to him. “If you ever tell anyone about this,” he began…

“I’ll kill you myself, but I’ll keep your body to fuck.” He smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. “Likewise, Bateman. Fess up and they’ll never find your body. But like you, I’d ride your corpse into the afterlife. Lots of women used to attend hangings just to see a hard cock.”

Patrick smiled. “Well, you don’t need to hang me to see my dick hard. Trust me.”

Author’s note: HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! IM INSANE!!!!!! <333