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horror102 · 10 months

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Un-perfect?

(Patrick Bateman X Fem! Reader)

TW!! Angst, crying, manipulation, abandonment, murder, kissing.

You look down at your watch, you picked out a necklace for you and Patrick’s hundredth date he assured you, you both should go on.

He ushered you to go and pick out a necklace for he didn’t want to pick the wrong one.

And unexpectedly you found the one you wanted in an instant, it was being showcased and you purchased it, early than Patrick expected.

You walked up to the register, your black heels tapped the marble tills as you strutted toward the counter.

Pulling cash out, and asking how much would it cost, a feisty bill of 230. You paid it off and hurriedly ushered over a taxi.

Awkwardly saying hello and then telling the man your destination, surprisingly he drove fast, after he saw the money in your purse.

You thanked him whilst digging your key out the purse and stepping on the sidewalk.

You pressed your key code and walked up the steps, taking a left to the elevator. As you got in you dialed your floor number. Key in hand.

As it opened, you heels tapped the carpet, sounding more muffled than before. You took a two-step jog towards your door. Pulling your dress down and putting the necklace on.

Sliding the key into the key hole, you turned it with a *click!* stepping instead on the porcelain floor.

“Patrick?”

You coughed, only to hear shuffling. And music, you giggled to yourself wondering what he had in store.

You took of your heels, and walked onto the carpet side, your feet being rested and comforted by the new position and footing. You tip-toed towards the shuffling trying to be sneaky.

Opening the door with a slight creak.

You snatch the door open a wide smile on your face as you yelled “Patrick!” In happiness.

You saw him crouched down in a suit, plastic around his body. His head snapped towards you by the sound of your yelping voice. He stood hurriedly, almost in a panic. Trying to cover water he was hiding with his posture.

“Patrick?”

Your voice coed into his ears, you tilted your head over and he watched as your jaw dropped from what you had seen.

You took two steps back, eyes still wide from shock.

“Dear, honey-”

He spoke, a welcoming head stretched forward.

You let out a petrifying scream, he immediately rushed forward and grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest. A hand over your mouth but slightly tilted so you could breath from your nose.

He whispered

“Calm down,”

Repeatedly whilst giving harsh pressuring kisses on your forehead. His other hand over your chest, monitoring your heartbeat.

He waited until your heartbeat cooled down before he let you go carefully whilst locking the door.

“Listen to me.”

He commanded. Kicking whoever’s body over flat. You gulped in response nodding your head repeatedly.

“You trust me right, you know I would never hurt you?”

You nodded again, lips cracked and dry. From paranoia. You backed yourself into a corner. Eyes full of water threatening to fall. And when they did Patrick let out a sigh.

“Listen, don’t cry. I did this for us. You know I would never do this to hurt you, right?”

You gathered the courage to speak, anger filled in your veins.

“For us, that’s ridiculous! You did this for yourself, you did this for your own nasty desire Patrick. Your cold blooded, your a murderer!”

He, let out another sigh pressing his finger to his lips in a hushing motion, he kicked the body again in annoyance accidentally giving you a glance of the persons face.

“You killed- My only friend Patrick. My God!”

You yelled running towards the body, knees to your chest and hands on theirs.

They were obviously dead though still you put your head on their lifeless chest empathizing.

“See? Look at that. Your all over him my love, how could I resist?! This isn’t my fault, it’s yours.”

You looked up at him in disbelief of him blaming you. And you were overly fed up, you had kept his little secret of killing his coworker.

“My fault, God your heartless Patrick. Your so un-perfect than what you pretend to be.”

He paused. Frozen in his footsteps.

“Un-perfect?”

You hurriedly nodded once again, placing your head on the lifeless corpse chest, muffled cries leaving your lips.

He gripped your by your neck and threw you back, grabbing the body and pushing you out the way. Locking the door and taking the key leaving you there alone.

You shook in the corner of your room. Wondering how much did he lie about? Did he lie about his love? His obsession with you? Did he lie about his vowels at your wedding?

Stuck in shock, and absurd disgrace.

You heard the clicking of the door and your head snapped in it’s direction. He came inside not locking the door behind himself.

Getting on one knee before placing a hand on your face and giving your forehead a little kiss.

“I love you. You know that right?”

Lies, lies, lies, you thought you fist clenched and jaw tightened, you quickly turned your lips away when he went in for a kiss.

“I don’t love you.”

He froze as you let out those words letting out a chuckle.

“Don’t lie to yourself, we love eachother.”

You were done, you were sick and tired of this facade he was strung to put up.

“I don’t love you anymore, I’m tired of these fucking lies Patrick. Go ahead, do it, go ahead and kill me like you did the others. Be the fucking killer you are.”

His jaw clenched in anger, he tightened his grip on your hand. Giving it a soft kiss before saying that he’d be right back unknowingly dropping the key out his pocket. He left the room, and immediately you took notice of the key.

You heard the bathroom door close and you rushed out. Locking the bathroom door, and running outside of the apartment hallways. You heard Patrick thrust and bang at the bathroom door before finally breaking it down.

Yelling and roaring your name, though you were already on the bottom floor barefooted, bout time you heard his thumping footsteps. You made it outside and you ran to a far away pay phone calling the police to the apartment.

You ran to some nearby woman, and told them about your situation. They also called the cops and the police picked you up and let you stay the night at the department.

You were utterly shocked when they came back and said they saw no one there, and Patrick Bateman was no where to be found.

Patrick had ran away somewhere, he already planned to start a new life. But whilst he was running from the apartment you struck his mind.

“My wife.”

He mumbled to himself choking on his tears, as he ran at full speed growing lightheaded.

He nibbled on his bottom lip holding back his cries, sure he might’ve lied to you about where he went and what he did. But never, was he love for you wasn’t true. The flashbacks of his vowels flashed his mind.

“Through life and death, I’ll always love you. Between truths and lies. You’ll always have the deepest puncture in my heart.”

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cuckerella · 2 years

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skiplo-wave · 1 year

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Who made this 💀

#american pyscho #meme

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

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laflamejpeg · 4 months

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“No Time For Love” by Chloë Sevigny (2015).

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sluttylittleslashers · 1 year

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I just like his little dance

#patrick bateman #american pyscho #slasher fandom #slasher fucker #slashers #tiktok #i love tiktok #patrick bateman x reader

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stimiez · 4 months

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"Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog was a collie named Lassie?"

x x x / x x x / x x x

#hands #stimboard #stim #stimming #cleancore #patrick bateman #american pyscho #horror #blood #vhs #cassette #video tapes #white #beige #brown #moodboard #soap #water #office

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aspectabund007x · 1 year

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"𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿"- Platonic Yandere! Patrick Bateman x Son! reader

SYNOPSIS:

In which the American Psycho welcomes his offspring...

WARNINGS: Gore, murder, isolation, reader is seven, infidelity, insanity, this also makes no sense

Growing up, you were pampered by your parents, who loved you very much; you were their pride and joy.

Your Father would come home from work with your favorite kinds of toys, as your Mother would be in the kitchen preparing dinner. You’d run up to him in awe as she would watch the scene unfold in endearment.

Perfect family, right? Anyone would say that, but the three of you were genuinely happy. No facade unlike everyone else.

Alas, it would all change…

Christmas eve had arrived, and the wife of your Father’s coworker was holding a party. Every man came with their wife, children perhaps, some were just alone...

Everyone there knew that you were the apple of Paul’s eye, and they could see why. You were an adorable child; curious, eager, kind…

You were playing with the other fellow children when you sensed someone’s gaze burning into your back. In instinct, you looked behind to see a man staring at you, no emotion evident. He seemed like one full of hollow, yet gorgeous at the same time. When he noticed you staring back, he smiled, one that never reached his eyes. It was your way of knowing if a person was truly happy or not.

Your little trance was interrupted once you felt your Mother frantically lift you, muttering apologies as she hurried you into the car. Your Father kept arguing that it was ridiculous to leave an event so early, how disrespectful it was. But your Mother could not care any less, for she did not say a single word. Which was ironic, seeing as though she was one to fight back.

Bedtime had arrived. Paul pecked you on the cheek as he tucked you in, not leaving before apologizing about his arguing with your Mother. You didn’t blame him, you too were confused. Your time of bonding with the other children was ruined. And she was always the one to tell you to make friends, so this greatly upset you.

Your mind suddenly shifted towards the strange man you encountered back at the party, wondering what he could have possibly wanted. The way he gazed at you with so much intensity, yet no emotion, caused your bones to endure an unpleasant feeling.

You woke up to your parents arguing. To understand what was going on, you decided to eavesdrop, despite your Father telling you once that it was impolite. You could hear your Mother repeating an ultimatum of not attending any of his coworker’s events again, whilst Paul talked over her in bewilderment.

While your parents loved one another, they often had petty arguments, which would lead to them giving the cold shoulder for days.

This time, however, you blamed your Mother. Had it not been for her odd behavior this would have never occurred in the first place. You didn’t outright ignore her, but you were distant. And she knew.

It was just you and your nanny one night, for your Father was still at work, whereas your Mother was elsewhere. Your Father eventually returned, but your Mother never did. Her number was dialed multiple times, and fellow friends were questioned. But all attempts were to no avail, she was never found.

Your Father was never the same again because deep down he knew she was never going to return. Paranoia would consume him concerning your well-being, making him breathe down your neck constantly. Whenever you’d voice your frustration to your friends, they’d say that you had it lucky, as their parents didn’t do the parenting, but rather the servants. The only one who understood you was your nanny. Paul lost his wife, while you lost your Mother. Instead of providing moral support, he continuously leaned on your shoulder, only recognizing his pleas, not yours.

It eventually led to alcoholism and him partying often with his friends, yet he still maintained decent money, surprisingly. While he never laid his hands on you, he did tend to be aggressive. Your nanny stressed about reporting him to child protective services, but you convinced her not to. You were an endearing little boy, something you inherited from your Mother. The thought of Paul being behind bars hurt your heart.

On a particular afternoon, your Father came home with company. He called for you to greet the guest.

You ran downstairs, not wanting to agitate him. Dread filled your mind, for the strange man from the Christmas party stood. You felt his gaze, except this time the look on his face seemed genuine. However, you could still sense something odd. Wanting to keep the peace, you were granted permission to leave and retreated to your bedroom. In two hours, you could hear faint chattering and laughter as your head was pressed against your Pillow, which lulled you to sleep. As your eyelids shut close, you could feel someone’s presence near.

To you and Paul, he was Marcus Halberstram. But behind closed doors, he was Patrick Bateman.

Patrick Bateman was a man, one who was almost unreal. Physically? He existed. Emotionally? Absent. He was shallow and would feel little to nothing. The only emotions that consumed him were those that were vile.

In a world like this, you cannot tell whether one is feigning grace or is genuine. You can surely predict. Patrick, however, realized something. Children are pure and full of innocence; they will speak what's in their heads. Which is why he was fascinated yet disgusted by them. He never thought that one of his hookups would result in his very own offspring.

What infuriated him was that his worst rival was raising you, whilst you grew up for the past seven years thinking that this man is your Father.

From head to toe, he was perfect, even his pretense smile would captivate others. He was beautiful on the outside, but a beast on the inside. His fellow mates weren’t indifferent, they were just like him. Selfish, materialistic, pretentious, cruel… psychopaths. Except they didn’t kill.

Deep down, he had a desire. A desire to maintain a meaningful relationship, to stand out the most. His life was a rather dreadful simulation: sleep, eat, work, compete, murder… He yearned to feel something…

So when he came to know about your existence, he felt something he had never felt in a long time, he could not tell what it was. What he did know was that it brought him joy.

Perhaps the fact that he took part in creating a literal human being praised his ego.

He yearned for some familial warmth, and you were most likely to grant it to him.

Patrick didn't even know that he came to admire you so much, to him you were an extension of himself.

“ I cannot comprehend the fact that I took part in creating an actual human being, it’s fascinating…”

He saw you as an accomplishment, a possession.

Something to be shown off.

All his...

From head to toe…

Your heart beats because of him…

That being said, the thought of Paul getting to raise his pure son in glee while he'd internally suffer enraged him. Oh, but it would not be like that for too long...

The feeling of your Father's hand placed on your cheek so affectionately was now a faint memory, as well as your Mother's warm smile.

Tears poured down your swollen cheeks as you silently pleaded for things to be as it once was. Promising yourself that you'd no longer blame your Mother for the fight.

You recalled the sympathetic gaze on detective Kimball's face as he informed you about your parents' whereabouts. Paul's body was found in a quite expensive overnight bag, with his head chopped. While your Mother was found buried alive.

A social worker, while finding you a place to stay, found out that Patrick Bateman was your Biological Father. And when he was offered custody, he gladly accepted. Almost as if he was prepared for it…

That day had been so odd. His face shone from the beads of sweat glistened by the sunshine. His eyes held a glimpse of panic as he gave short answers, followed by fast breathing.

She’d decided to cut the meeting short due to discomfort. As long as she was paid good money, it was not her problem.

The man who had been calling you his own wasn’t even your Father. Instead, it was the one who’d scare you away.

You remembered one thing, people hardly had an identity of their own. Their mannerisms, hair, and style, were all very alike. Paul’s acquaintances, including himself, could almost twin one another; the arrogance in their voices, the expensive clothing, and accessories they’d cockily flaunt, competitive auras.

You had realized. This was exactly why Paul and the others confused Patrick for Marcus because every single man is horrifyingly similar and one can almost not tell the difference.

Nonetheless, he was delighted to have you in his care. He’d done so much just so you could be with him.

The moment he held you in his arms, his heart bruised and spiraled out of control.

His Fiance, Evelyn Richards, bitched about having to deal with a child who was not hers, especially one out of wedlock.

But what importance did she hold? The man was happy to have a living part of him around. So he ended things with her, after a fuss, that is.

Just by looking at you, his madness began. You were his precious baby boy… and you rightfully belonged to him.

No matter how many tears you shed, you had a new life now. Accepting it would make it easier, rather than missing what you thought was yours.

People would question your existence, but Patrick would always shrug it off.

He was the kind of Father that would give his child the world with his money.

You enquired him about going to school. But he fought against it, he knew of the monsters that laid underneath one’s charming charisma.

You were quite intelligent for your own age, which he never failed to show off…

His pride and joy…

“I KILLED PAUL ALLEN WITH AN AX IN THE FACE- HIS BODY IS DISSOLVING IN A BATHTUB IN HELL’S KITCHEN. I STABBED BELINDA ALLEN AND THEN I- FUCK! I BURIED HER SIX FEET UNDER AHAHA! BECAUSE THEY BOTH TOOK MY SON FROM ME- MY- SON! … When-when I first found out about him, he was- I don’t know- two or three years old… Belinda was married to Paul and slept with me, IT WAS A MOMENT OF NAKED BODIES AS WELL AS NAKED MINDS! I FELT SOMETHING WITH HER HOWARD- I DON’T KNOW WHAT- SHE WOULDN’T LET ME HAVE CUSTODY OF MY OWN SON- NOT EVEN TELL HIM WHO I WAS- FUCK! HE’S MINE HOWARD- TELL THE FUCKING JUDGE HE’S MINE!”

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