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tres-spades-hotel · 16 days

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So glad to finally have some real representation and imagine myself fully in a piece of artwork! 🩷🇱🇰

No Excuses

PAIRINGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wife!Sri-Lankan!Reader

WARNINGS: HEAVY FLUFF, Simons a fucking simp for the missus, good food :)

SOME INFO: 'Avurudda' means 'New Year', and Kottu and Appa are some famous Sri Lankan traditional food

WORD COUNT: 1,484

ENJOY!

"Yes, Amma. Yes, I cleaned the house like you told me to," you confess softly to your Sri Lankan mother, a tender smile gracing your lips as you recall the gentle encouragement she always provided.

Avurudda season has arrived, a time when the essence of your Sri Lankan heritage fills the air with warmth and nostalgia. In homage to your roots, you meticulously prepared your home, ensuring every corner gleamed with the promise of new beginnings.

And with a sense of reverence, you sought out a traditional Sri Lankan lamp online, a beacon of light to guide you through the festivities of the new year

When you married Simon, Your parents hesitated, their reservations echoing the unspoken fears of marrying outside your culture lingered in your heart

Yet, can they really blame you?

You fell in love with the Lieutenant while you were a techie for one of the TF-141 missions. The mission was primarily automotive, so the team, especially Simon, heavily relied on you. You didn’t think that you had it in you to thaw the ice around the Lt’s heart, but to him, you were his solace, his light.

In the steady rhythm of time, Simon's heart quietly yielded to the gravity of your presence, each day etching deeper into the stone of his resolve, sculpting a silent monument to the unyielding strength of his love for you.

After a few tense debriefs, he finally had the courage.

From the tension of your first encounters to secret touches, which morphed into silent kisses behind closed doors. Your both grew needing the other, the love you have for him and him, you, just became heavier in the depths of your hearts.

Soon, you moved into his flat. And a year later, you’re sleeping next to the love of your life with a gold band on your finger and his last name after your first.

Your parents soon backed off when they realized how much Simon cared for you and you for him.

Your mother's voice breaks you out of your reverie.

"Have you seen the recipes I’ve sent you, the Kottu and the Appa ones?" Your Amma questions, and you tilt your head back and close your eyes. "Yes, Amma, I did. Haven’t I told you that already?"

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You hear the door open as you sauté some vegetables the way your mother said to, in her recipe.

"Love? Are you here?" you hear the gruff voice of your husband through the entrance hall of your home.

You holler that you’re in the kitchen.

With a gentle embrace, Simon enfolds you in his arms, his touch igniting a spark of warmth that spreads through your body like wildfire. You lean into his embrace, relishing the comfort of his touch as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. "Hi, handsome," you whisper softly, your voice a tender caress that lingers in the air between you.

Simon grunts out a laugh and hugs you tighter, "missed you, love."

You both stand in silence, letting Simon take you in.

"Have you brought the things I asked you to?" you whisper gently, switching off the heat of the stove. Simon nods, "it was tricky to find them, but I managed to."

Simon finally releases you and goes to grab the paper bags from the table near the door and places them on the kitchen counter.

You smile at him and give a little squeeze to his bicep and dig through the bag. "Great, everything is here, thanks babe," you lay out everything and start to cook your Kottu. You start chopping up the fresh thin, soft rotti until it's the right size.

You feel Simon peek over your shoulder and then go back to the pot and get a whiff of the food you made already. "Jesus, love. It smells incredible," he leans against the kitchen counter watching you chop the last of the rotti and throw the shredded fine bread into your pot.

You inhale deeply, "well, it's Avurudda. Sri Lankan new year." You say sheepishly, as you throw a glance at your husband over your shoulder.

Simon’s eyes go wide and he nods slowly, "I see." He rubs a hand over his chin and takes in the information you just gave him. He pieces everything together and scolds himself for not remembering, "love, I'm sorry I didn’t know."

You chuckle and shake your head, "honey, it’s fine, really." Simon shakes his head, "I should remember my wife’s cultural holidays. No excuses, love." You pout at Simon beating himself up, "hey, I know what can make you feel better."

He looks up at you confused and raises a brow. "I bought a Sinhala lamp, could you help me set it up?" you smile at him as he nods eagerly before you finish your sentence. You give him the instructions and show him the package that came in this afternoon. "Alright, I’ll get on with it," he whispers, rubbing a hand on your lower back and kissing your temple.

You smile and finish your work in the kitchen.

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Simon sets the table and you plate the food.

Then you sit down to enjoy the meal you've prepared together, the flickering light of the candles casts a warm glow over the table, bathing you both in its gentle embrace.

Now he sits in front of you and looks at the crispy Appas and delicious looking Kottu sitting between the both of you.

"Alright, so. This is Kottu, it's basically pieces of thick paratha or rotti, cooked with veggies and shredded chicken. It’s my ultimate favorite dish," you point at the plate of food, and talk animatedly.

You don’t see the subtle smile on your husband's face as he sees you talk passionately, and he opens a file in his mind and places the fact that Kottu being your favorite meal. You then point at the crispy upside-down domes.

“These are Appas, or Hoppers, they are amazing with chicken curry," you point at the curry you made a little while ago, "alright that’s it, dig in! And, Suba aluth avurudak weva, mage rattaran.” Simon has learned a little Sinhala for you since you first got married, and he translates your words in his mind.

Happy new year, my darling.

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As you and Simon delve into conversation about your respective days, you both begin to enjoy your meals. With each bite, you savor the taste of home, the flavors of your heritage filling your senses with a sense of belonging.

You take occasional sips from a glass of wine, Simon leisurely drinks from a bottle of beer.

“It’s absolutely delicious, love,” he says, reaching for your hand across the table. He rubs his thumb on the delicate skin of your hand. You smile and say your thanks.

You meet his gaze, your eyes locking in a silent exchange that speaks volumes without a single word. And in that moment, as you sit together in the soft glow of the candlelight, you know that you are exactly where you're meant to be, with the man who holds your heart in his hands.

Your leg brushes against his ankle, the fabric of your sock gliding over his skin. Simon grins and gently clasps your limb, placing it tenderly on his lap. Your smile broadens as he begins to caress it, sending waves of comfort through you.

The atmosphere is filled to the brim with your love for each other, the only source of light is from the candles lit on the table and the traditional lamp next to your dining table.

Simon reflects on his fortune, marveling at the serendipity of finding a woman as remarkable as you. He finds solace in the thought of a love so deeply reciprocated, where every beat of his heart echoes with the resonance of your affection, intertwining your souls in a bittersweet symphony of devotion.

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You stir from slumber to the not-so-gentle melody of your phone's alarm.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you reach out to silence it, yearning for the familiar presence of your Simon beside you.

Yet, as you turn, you find only the empty space where he once lay, his absence palpable in the morning light.

With a soft exhale, you sit up, the soft rays of dawn casting a warm glow around you. It's then that your gaze drifts to his bedside table, where a bouquet of delicate pink and white tulips awaits, their petals kissed by the soft light of dawn.

Nestled among the blooms, a note written in his hand catches your eye.

It’s in his handwriting, the ink scratchy and blotchy. His sinhala words marking their spot on the hard paper.

A rush of emotion floods your senses as you read his words, each stroke of the pen a testament to his adoration.

Happy New Year, my love.

🎀🎀🎀

OMG!

My first Simon Riley fic!!

And

My first Sri-Lankan!Reader fic!!!

One of the main reasons I wanted to start writing is because there is very minimal representation of brown girlies in the fanfic world. Especially, there is lack of rep for South Asian women. And even though I do associate myself with being a WOC, there is still a difference in between cultures.

I srsly keep in touch with my Sri Lankan heritage, and value that part of me.

It's why I try to make my Fics as inclusive as possible, but sometimes ya girl's got to represent her girlies back home.

(dw desi babes, I got a Diwali fic planned for y'all)

Sorry for the ramble and I'm sorry if this is not what most of you lovelies wanted😅😅.

But I've planned this for a while.

Suba Aluth Avurudak Weva, my loves!

(Also, please lemme know what you lovelies think about the fic!!)

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

#simon riley cod #ghost simon riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #Sri-Lankan reader #srilanka #dew drop island

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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😍😍😍

Christian Bale by Vincent Peters - British GQ (Aug. 2008)

#christian bale #mine #hes so gorgeous

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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Omg! 🥺

Another day, another foreign tour for Christian as he was in Sri Lanka today.

#christian bale #sri lanka #my home country!#blessed

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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This is so cute 🥺 @makeyoumine69

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Christian Bale turns a spider-man fan into a Batman fan.

Amazing

#batman #bruce wayne #christian bale #batbale #nolan trilogy #nolanverse

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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@makeyoumine69

He’s soooo gorgeous 😍

crédits : murdock

#christian bale #christian bale avatars #😍😍

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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@makeyoumine69 should we do something to celebrate? 🤔

It's goin down in 30 days.

#american psycho #23rd anniversary #christian bale #josh lucas #justin theroux #bill sage #reese witherspoon #chloe sevigny #jared leto

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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Happy 48th birthday to the amazing Christian Bale 🎉❤️

#christian bale

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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Omg this is adorable 🥺 @makeyoumine69

#christian bale #american psycho #tiktok #patrick bateman

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tres-spades-hotel · 1 year

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This was so hot! 🥵🥵🥵

Love ur writing it always makes me so happy when you post

For the celebration can you do breeding, belly bulge, and loss of innocence/virginity please 🥵🥵

Obsession

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: When your father told you that you were going to marry the son of his biggest business partner, named Patrick Bateman, you didn't believe him at first, but eventually you had to face reality and accept your destiny.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │ hurt /comfort, forced marriage, forced pregnancy (kinda), loss of virginity, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, nipple play/tit sucking, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, belly bulge, Breeding kink, Praise kink, Innocent kink, Size kink, sweet dirty talk, multiple orgasms, humiliation, manipulation, pet names, horny hubby!Patrick Bateman himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 4.1k

◥ SONG REC: Mariah Carey - Obsessed🖤

◥ A/N: Finally, I managed to finish this prompt. I really enjoyed writing it, thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it!

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓 [BWC MASTERLIST]

You were so scared and lost that you couldn't really believe it was happening - you wished that marrying Patrick Bateman was just a dream... but it wasn't. It all felt so real when after the super luxurious wedding, you rode in his limo to the Plaza Hotel for your first night together. Because the whole situation between the two of you was so rushed, you didn't even have time to get to know each other better, your father was too impatient and he wanted this marriage to happen as soon as possible. However, you remembered Patrick since you were children and all the girls around were always so charmed by him, even when he was just a little cheeky boy.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Patrick suddenly asked, placing his large palm on your knee.

With a sharp gasp, you shrugged from his unexpected touch and turned to face him, holding for a moment to admire his beautiful, brown eyes.

“Nothing.” You replied, breaking eye contact with him once you noticed you were staring at him for too long.

You heard him letting out a tired sigh, and then Bateman tried to cuddle with you a bit, wrapping his arm around your slightly shaking shoulders. “I know that everything seems to be a bit messy but…”

"It doesn't seem like it, but it really is," you looked at him again, his face so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. "Literally…everything."

"Baby, please. Don't interrupt me, okay?" Patrick tried his best to be patient and polite, but you could feel his hand tightening on your back with each passing moment. "Things are really messed up, but I want to assure you – if you can be a good wife, I'll be a great husband to you. That sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?"

Shivering from being so close to him, you almost writhed in your seat when you felt his searing lips brushing behind your ear as he murmured something soft, something soothing, but you couldn't concentrate as the meaning of his words slipped away from you like a leaf in the wind.

“Pat-Patrick, actually … there’s one thing I didn’t tell you yet,” you mused nearly audible. “You know, I’ve never been close with anyone.”

“What do you mean?”

As soon as you opened your mouth to respond, the limo stopped and you both looked into the window to see the beautiful illumination of the Plaza.

“Oh thank God, we’re finally here … I really hate NY in this time of the day, because of these fucking traffic jams.”

Bateman’s rants still resound behind your back even when you got outside. Gently, he held your waist for support as you moved to the entrance to the grand hotel, your hand kept fixing the hem of your massive dress.

It was not surprising that Patrick chose a luxury presidential suite for you, with large rooms and high ceiling above. You couldn't hide your fascination and that made him smirk loftily whilst he was helping you to remove your half-coat. Little by little, you moved to what was supposed to be a living room and took a seat on the huge black leather couch, suppressing growing anxiety inside your chest.

“Do you like this place?” Patrick looked at you before letting out a short whistle, removing his jacket.

“Yes, it’s really nice.” Smiling timidly, you clutched at the skirt of your dress once you saw him coming closer.

“Uh, you always loved fancy things, darling,” he sat next to you, throwing his leg over another and placing his hand on the back of the couch, almost touching your shaky shoulders. “Well, nothing's too good for my wifey.”

His kiss on your lips was so sudden that it sent a million chills down your spine, causing your lungs to cramp from the lack of oxygen. At first, you clawed frantically at his solid biceps as you felt his hot tongue slide against your mouth in a demanding manner. You jolted once you gave him what he wanted, because this kiss was nothing compared to the one you shared at the wedding - it was much more passionate, but still you couldn't relax.

“Pat-Patrick, please … wait,” you whispered as your voice shook, searching for his brown eyes which now were dark as a midnight sky. “You must know one very important thing.”

“What is it, my dear?”

"I'm..." you stuttered from the way he was staring at you, his hungry gaze literally eating you alive. "I'm a virgin, Patrick."

He frowned for a moment, then laughed uproariously before pulling up the hem of your dress, messing with its countless layers. "You can't be serious."

His reaction really embarrassed you, so you just pushed his big palm away and got up, leaving him on the couch with a disappointed grimace on his face.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asked annoyingly, his golden Rolex wiggling on his wrist as he raised his hands in confusion.

"I want to get off this dress and change into something else," you complained, trying to reach the ties at the back of your dress to undo them. "I hate it!"

It was as if he hadn't even noticed your ranting when he rejoined you: "And what about that guy from college who was hovering around you like a fucking shark? Poor guy missed his chance to get a bite of a delicious pie like you?"

Gritting your teeth, you shrugged at the unpleasant sensation and shouted: "Don't you dare talk about him like that!"

He chuckled again, in his natural haughty way. "He was always a loser, and I always knew you would be mine."

You were almost done with the ties, but as soon as you heard his last words, you froze, feeling something snap in your mind. "What did you just say?"

Bateman's grin grew even wider as you turned to face him, with an unhidden dread in your eyes. "I said I always get what I want..." He stood up and walked over to the large coffee table near the couch, taking a glass and pouring some red liquid into it. "Wine?"

When you didn't answer, he took a sip of alcohol before continuing his malicious confession: "As you probably remember, my dear (Y/N), my father wanted me to marry," with every word he said, Patrick was slowly closing the distance between the two of you. "And he also wanted me to have an heir. The American dream family, that really works best for a good social reputation".

He paused, standing almost face to face with you, you could feel his expensive perfume enveloping you like a mist. “And?”

Your curiosity made him sneer with delight, so he cupped your cheek and looked down at you, murmuring softly as if trying to lull you into a fake sense of comfort. "And then there was a business meeting with your father where I remembered you as the ideal candidate to be my wife," he smiled almost lovingly, stroking your cheekbone and placing a tender kiss on your temple. "Too bad you couldn't see the look on your father's face when we talked about it, he was as happy as if he'd won a fucking billion dollars."

Stifling the immense pain in your heart, you closed your eyes and almost fell into his embrace from the feeling of being so miserable in this selfish world. His words only proved your thoughts about being just a figure in another chase game of your dad, and according to what Bateman just told you - your father won a jackpot by forcing you to marry the son of his biggest business partner.

“But to be fair, I didn’t expect to be that lucky …” he murmured before pulling you closer, his hands traveling around your lower back. “… to get such an innocent flower.”

When Patrick kissed you on lips again, you didn’t even struggle as the dark void inside your soul was consuming all of your thoughts and feelings, leaving you completely empty. With no rush, Bateman was undoing the rest of the ties on your dress as if he was unwrapping his most desirable gift. Your throat shivered in a choked gasp, as your body was traitorously responding to each touch he made, especially when his large palms ran across your boobs to give them a slight squash.

"Baby, you don't have to be afraid of me." His suddenly charming voice sounded like honey, so sweet and stringy.

"I'm not afraid," you stared up at him, catching his hands that were now caressing your thighs. "I'm so... so fucking disappointed."

"It's understandable."

"But not for you," you scowled a bit, biting your lip to keep the salty tears from welling up in your eyes. "I'm just a toy for you... just like for my beloved father."

Suddenly Patrick's eyebrows knitted, making him look a little frustrated. "No, you're not."

"Enough lies," you wanted to push him away, but he only held you tightly, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. "This is all so fake!"

"Maybe everything around us is fake, but we are not..." he gently traced a finger along your cheek, moving down to outline your trembling lips. "We're real, and when I said I'd take care of you, it wasn't a lie."

The way he looked at you was literally captivating, it caught you off guard and you couldn't help but breathe out sharply as his plump lips nestled against the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Pat... Patrick," your hands clung to his shoulders as you desperately searched for protection, and your inner nature told you that he could do it - his strong arms were like a shield between you and the whole world. "I really want to make it work, but..."

Bateman didn't allow you to finish, pressing his thumb against your mouth and then lifting you up as if you weighed nothing as he walked into the big, fashionable bedroom. Shaking slightly, you closed your eyes from the sense of unreality that clouded your mind like the strongest alcohol.

Did he just say he was going to take care of you?

The man you had always known as a total egoist, who loved no one but himself, now covered your small frame from above as he laid you on the king-size bed, planting little kisses on your cheek before settling on his knees, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt.

"You look gorgeous, (Y/N)," he mused, taking your leg to peck at your ankle, causing your back to arch at his unexpected tenderness. "As you always do."

Cautiously, Patrick slid down your luxury wedding dress, exposing your bare skin that was not hidden under your beautiful white lingerie - just a glimpse of it made him swallow hard, and when you gave him your most innocent look, he licked his lips briefly as his nostrils began to turn red.

Panting barely audibly, Bateman stood on the floor to remove his clothes, not wasting a moment to admire your embarrassed face, the more naked he became, the more noticeably you began to fidget.

"Come here, darling." He purred like a cat and beckoned you over to sit on the edge of the bed.

There was something sweet about him, as all the girls always said when they saw him, which was probably the reason why you couldn't resist him as you obeyed and knelt beside him, waiting for his next move.

“Babydoll,” he stroked your cheekbone, and you closed your eyes again from the blissful sensation of his warm palm. “Tonight, I’m gonna guide you into the world of pure pleasure … ”

You shuddered at his promise as your insides tightened like a spring - that strange sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You'll never be the same after this, sweetheart." Bateman crooned, wrapping his hand around your neck, not to hurt you, but to make you feel his unspoken dominance.

“A-ahh,” your low moan caressed his ears and that was one of the most delighted things he ever heard. “What do you want me to do?”

Your hasty question impelled him to humm in absolute adoration, as Patrick drew near your mouth to kiss you hungirly, never in your life someone was kissing you like that, sucking on your lips one by one and biting them a bit, making you literally melt in his strong arms.

"Be yourself, (Y/N)," he whispered into your ear, hugging your shoulders before pushing on them determinedly, and now you were sprawled on the bed beneath him. "You're incredible just the way you are."

Trembling, you wanted to scream as his words worshiped your broken soul, even if he was only doing it to befuddle you and get what he wanted - in that moment, you didn't care as the strange, burning desire grew from the inside, corrupting your innocent mind by the second.

Delicately, Bateman darted his soft fingers against your belly, sliding them up to your heavy breasts, teasing your nipples with light strokes, you gasped from that contact, creasing the blanket and spreading your legs that allowed him to rest himself more comfortably.

“Good girl,” he praised you and pulled down the straps of your lingerie to expose your extremely hard peaks. “Mmm … my sweet, little girl.” He gave one of them a few licks, before he took it into his hot mouth, sucking it with pure delight.

“A-aww, Gosh … ” You wailed and enfolded your arms around his head, not even realizing you were pressing him closer.

Patrick exhaled a muffled groan and switched to your other nipple, swirling his wet tongue around it so deliciously that the tight knot in your lower abdomen was begging to be released.

“Patrick! P-Patrick please!”

“Mmm, honey, you have amazing tits,” he huffed and trapped your swollen tip between his sharp, white teeth, forcing you to freeze in silent moan of pleasure. Seizing the moment, he sneaked his long fingers between your legs to grope your taut lower lips. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet and we have only just started.”

Breathing heavily, you look up at him from under your lashes with your dazed eyes, feeling his soft finger pads slide up and down your feverish pussy. Bateman stared back at you, smirking in his arrogant way, especially when you jerked beneath him as he slipped a thumb inside your panties and pressed it against your sensitive nub.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" Patrick asked, rubbing your clit steadily, forcing you to bend your legs into knees to give him more space to play with.

You tossed the pillows around to cover your face and just nodded, feeling his ministrations becoming more and more insistent, you didn't know how long you could stand it.

"Mmm, does that feel good, baby?" He watched you from above, admiring the view of your trembling body as his fingers slid over your cunt like clockwork, making obscene, sleek noises.

"A-arrh, yes ... mmm ... so good."

To be fair, Bateaman knew what you were going to say before you answered, because he was absolutely confident in his sex skills, and you would remember this night for a long time.

First, he left a light kiss on your side, passing your rib bones as he descended to your mound, leaving a wet trail of hickeys. Fondly, Patrick opened your hips wide apart, and he had to hold them securely as he pushed your underwear aside. You winced because you knew what he was going to do, and when he finally latched his plump lips against your blushing clit, you didn't know whether to stop him or explode right here - his skilled tongue left you with no choice.

"Mm-mmhm, ohhh God, I can't... I can't, Patrick! It's too much," you writhed on the bed, the tension in your womb too intense for you to bear. "P-Please ... ah, please ..."

Uncertain of what you were pleading for, you let him strap your legs over his broad shoulders as he lapped at your cunt without stopping, sucking your burning flesh and consuming your sweet juices like his favourite dessert. You were so fucking close to combustion when a sudden sharp pain ripped through your body, causing you to shriek in agony.

"Shh, it's all right ... I need to prep you, (Y/N)," he smooched the inside of your hip, slowly pushing his thin fingers into your spasming cleft. "Hang in there, baby. Will you do it for me?"

His voice was so soothing, so convincing. As you wiped away your tears, you saw him offer you a hand and you took it, letting your fingers intertwine. Patrick interpreted this gesture as a 'yes' and the next moment his lips found their way back to your clit, flicking it with his warm tongue and sparingly pumping your pussy with his expert fingers.

As much as he attempted to be gentle, it was still painful as he plunged deeper with each passing second. "Mmm, I..." you stammered as you felt him add another finger. "I'm scared, Patrick."

"Don't be," Bateman mused after tugging on your little tip with a squelch, slowly twisting his digits and looking at you from between your legs. "As long as you're a good girl for me, you've got nothing to worry about."

Swallowing hard, you closed your eyes from the stinging sensation of your shimmering tears. You knew there was no going back, you belonged to this man now and he could do whatever he wanted with you. Still, you tried to believe him, it might be naive and stupid, but... you just couldn't deny your sympathy towards him, especially when he treated you so kindly and lovingly.

Maybe one day you would regret it, but for now all you could do was whimper loudly and writhe on the king-size bed in the most expensive suite at the Plaza Hotel as your lawful husband was about to make you his, now and forever.

After a while, your taut body couldn't take any more of the crazy mix of pain and ecstasy that was intoxicating your mind - you orgasmed so vividly that you were afraid you were going to pass out from the feeling of your inner walls pulsating again and again.

"Yes ... just like that, honey," Patrick murmured, his fingers still pounding into your spasming cunt, prolonging your climax and it seemed you were about to cum again. "Ahhh, baby, you make me so proud."

"Patrick..." your chest rose and fell so abruptly that your face burned from the heat, as if someone had poured hot tea on you. "Mmm..."

You only managed to squeak out as Bateman suddenly rolled you over, forcing you to stay on your knees as he sat behind you. Shit, he was so huge, you felt so tiny in his arms, especially when he wrapped them around you to plant a sloppy kiss on your neck, he could feel the artery beating so fast.

"You'll like it, believe me," he chuckled softly before pushing down on your back to bend you over. "It will hurt, I admit, but not for too long."

At the very last moment, a creeping fear took over your mind and even after several orgasms he had worked you up, you couldn't relax, knowing the pain to come. Nervously, you bent down to rest your head on your crossed elbows, his hot flesh poking at your tight little hole. God, he was so big... you knew it from the time you danced close together at your wedding, your inner channel clenching around nothing in anticipation of what would happen next.

"(Y/N)," he called your name longingly, stroking his full length as he spread your wetness around his engorged head. "I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you now."

Bateman lowered himself to lick your neck, and then you screamed loudly as he began to thrust into you, gripping your hips tightly as you instinctively tried to slip away.

"Pat! Mmm, I'm so f-full, Goshhh," you tried your best to hold yourself back from crying, but the tearing sensation in your lower abdomen was too much to handle. "W-wait!"

"Almost there, darling," Patrick lied, as it was only the tip, but he didn't want to make the current situation any worse, so he decided to just keep going, ramming into you with more effort, grabbing you by the waist and almost digging his fingers into your delicate skin. "You're doing so well, mmmm ... F-fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Bateman really tried to control himself, but the way you embraced his thick cock was too blissful, it brought out his inner beast faster than he thought.

"Aaa-awww, so... so big, oh mmmm," your eyes rolled back in your head as he buried himself completely into your squeezed womb, your saliva dripping uncontrollably from your mouth. "Ah! It hurts..."

Without hesitation, Patrick leaned down to your neck and tongued your earlobe in order to soothe you a little, and when that didn't help, he cupped your face to bring you closer as his red-hot lips locked with yours. Passionately, he attacked your mouth, sucking and licking your tongue with a slurpy sound.

"You will give me a child, sweetheart," Bateman muttered in a demanding tone before forcing you to sit on your knees and covering you from behind. "A beautiful son..." he thrust deeper, holding you by the neck. "...or a daughter...or both."

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh mixed with the squelching your pussy made each time his beefy shaft moved in and out of your inner channel, relentlessly hitting your cervix with its tip.

"Yes, P-Patrick ... I'll do anything you ... want ... aaaww!" Your ability to speak diminished each time he rocked into your body, pressing you closer to his solid muscles as he settled more comfortably on his knees beside you.

"Of course, you will, baby girl."

Bateman was about to lose it at any moment from the way your tight hole was squeezing his dick, and your lascivious moans only encouraged him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Do you feel that love?" Patrick put his hand on your belly, impaling you relentlessly on his thick cock. "Can you feel my dick hitting your belly? Arrgh-fuck, you're so delicate and fragile ... I'm even afraid of breaking you."

After his brief confession, Bateman took your palm and placed it on your tummy, so you could sense the outline of his huge dick sliding inside you, and that sensation literally made you choke on air.

"I feel it ... Patrick, I f-feel it ... aaah," you threw your head back, resting it on his sturdy shoulder. "Patrick..."

You mumbled his name over and over as a saving mantra, your eyes now full of tears, and as if that was not enough, his hips began to slam into yours with increasing intensity. For a moment you found yourself fading away from the tremendous sensation of being so fucking full and abused that you couldn't even pronounce a world, only moaning wildly as you were fucking like animals, so ruthless and totally out of control.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna make you pregnant again and again, mm-my dear wifey," he suddenly lowered his palm down your mound to rub your oversensitive bud, smearing your slick all around your pubic area and causing your legs to tremble frantically. "Shit," he felt you clenching around his dick as you climaxed so abruptly from his rubbing circular movements. He watched you quiver in his arms, your mouth paralysed in a silent cry as he kissed your temple and contemplated: "I wanna see your belly swell with my child ... I bet you'll look so beautiful, ahh-fuck."

Growling, Patrick closed his eyes from the surging ecstasy that soon consumed him, causing his whole body to cramp and his thrusts to become absolutely raw but ragged. As he pumped his fertile seed into your pussy, he didn't stop ramming into you, holding you tightly in his muscular arms until he was spent to the last drop. The feeling of warm cum filling you from the inside was so overwhelming that you didn't have time to be afraid, as if it was destined to happen before you could even think.

‘Just be a good wifey for him,' kept nagging at the back of your mind, your tears falling on your sweaty body as your eyes were wide open, staring at that one spot on the ceiling above with bitter sorrow in your chest.

From now on, you would never belong to yourself again. Not ever.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #christian bale

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@makeyoumine69 🥴🥴🥴

I need christian bale inside of me

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{ Bale Masterlist }

Been holding out for too long and now I’m aching to write for characters played by Christian Bale. He needs more love. Can’t wait to expand this. Enjoy!

Bruce Wayne (The Batman Trilogy- Nolan)

Rough Night?

Ditched

Mrs. Wayne

Amends

Take Care

Bail Out

Mistletoe Scheme

Fynn

Russell Baze (Out of the Furnace)

Kind Eyes

Quiet

Jim Davis (Harsh Times)

The Right Flavor

Back for Good

Soothe

John Preston (Equilibrium)

The Savior

Magnetic

Rick (Knight of Cups)

More than Enough

Bloom

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Distraction

Control

Dicky Eklund (The Fighter)

A Place to Crash

Ken Miles (Ford v.Ferrari/Le Mans ‘66)

So Close

Earl Grey

Jack Kelly (Newsies 1992)

My First

Chris Meyers (The Promise)

Leather Bound

Melvin Purvis (Public Enemies)

The Letter

More to come soon….

#christian bale #bruce wayne #russell baze #jim davis #the dark knight trilogy #out of the furnace #batman #masterlist

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Thank you for letting me proofread 🥺 This was wonderful!

Yours to Claim

◥ PAIRING: Sub!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader; Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: To prove his trust in you, Patrick has decided to give you absolute control over him. Only to find out how needy he can be.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │porn with feelings, handcuffs, oral (both receiving), face sitting, anal fingering, body worship, cum eating/play, handjobs, masturbation, teasing, edging (kinda), vaginal sex, reversed cowgirl sex position, a lot of creampie, nipple play/tits sucking, Daddy kink, Praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, touch starved baby Patty himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 3.3k

◥ SONG REC: Trevor Something - Lovesong🥵

◥ A/N: This song is everything, it makes things to me, so I highly recommend you listen to this song while reading! Many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

Hope you like it! *hugs*

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist🧁] [Main Masterlist]

A sweet scent of aroma candle hit your nose once you entered Patrick’s bedroom, it was enveloping you like a mist, and you couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Can’t believe you are using them.” You kept looking at the candle on his bed table. “I thought you didn’t like my gift … you always don’t.”

Bateman only chuckled, strolling around his bedroom. Soon, you watched him stand near the window as he was definitely reflecting on something. Now, you were pretty sure that his weird behavior was not just your suspicion.

“I really love it, these candles seem to have a relaxing effect,” he smirked, in his casual arrogant way, so sexy and so Patrick. “Cupcake, I have something for you too.”

After saying that, he quickly reached into his bed table and took out two pairs of black leather handcuffs. From seeing them, your heart almost stopped beating.

“W-what are you going to do with that?”

His mysterious laughing only made you even more nervous. “It’s not for you, silly. It’s for me.”

Frowning, you gave him a confused look, stepping backwards slightly.

“Do you remember our talk about trust and control?” Bateman muttered, coming closer with a cocky grin on his face.

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Still sneering, Patrick stood face to face with you, fumbling with the handcuffs in his hands. “You probably can’t trust me after all the things that happened.” He pressed a palm against your cheek, and you closed your eyes from the delightful feeling of the warmth his skin was radiating. “And it’s reasonable … but I trust you, because I believe you won’t do me any harm. Am I right, honey?”

You nearly purred from the pleasant sensation as he stroked your chin and you nuzzled against his gentle fingers. “Mmm, yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Bateman mused before leaning down to leave a passionate kiss on your lips, impelling you to whimper against his mouth as his wet tongue was sliding against yours. “Never in my life have I allowed anyone to do this to me. I want you to know that … besides, you always wanted to have some control over me, huh?”

“Why do you think so?” Panting, you let him press you against his firm body and when he did so, you immediately felt how hard he was, so stony, damn it. “Maybe it’s one of your sneaky tricks?”

“Uh, Cupcake … sometimes you love to struggle, right? You love to be a brat.”

You didn’t even notice being pressed against the doorway to his bedroom; his dark brown eyes were looking right through you, as if they were searching for your hidden, dirty desires. “Now, do you need my help to undress?”

With a cunning smirk, you glided a finger across his sharp cheekbone, crooning: “No, Daddy … if this time I’m in charge here, I want to watch you undressing first.”

Some kind of a muffled groan escaped Patrick’s lips, which were suddenly dry from a high level of arousal. “Mmm, you’re such a tricky little foxy. I like that.”

Breathing sharply, Bateman licked your lips and moved away to his bed as he started to undo his clothes. The way he was doing it was permeated with a pure arrogance and self-confidence, which was not surprising at all, because his body was just a piece of art.

Mesmerized, you watched him remove his suspenders, and unbutton his blue shirt, not breaking eye contact with you. You gasped, as your ravenous gaze was roaming all around his solid torso, his perfect relief was forcing your blood to rush faster in your veins.

“You like that?” He suddenly asked, slowly removing his pants. Obviously, he was expecting your praises.

“Yes, Patrick.” You bit your lower lip, your hands were clutching the thin fabric of your dress. “Can’t wait to touch you, Daddy …”

"Mmm," he growled, and oh God, he sounded so good, so hot. You almost started shaking when you heard him make that noise. When he was down to his Calvin Klein boxers, he sat on the edge of his bed and beckoned you over. "Maybe you can help me with this?" Bateman pointed at his underwear, cupping his groin and rubbing his rock hard dick.

“Maybe,” you gasped and finally moved to his bed. “But first, let me put your suit somewhere safe, I don’t want to listen to your rants about spoiling your expensive clothes.”

Patrick froze in a shock, a pleasant shock, as he watched you take his suit and walk into his living room. He didn't say anything, so you just put his clothes on the back of his white couch, panting heavily and trying your best to calm down - your heart was beating so fast it was probably going to break your chest. You couldn't really believe it was happening … and the thing that frightened you the most was that the feeling of being in control of him turned you on so much. Closing your eyes for a moment, you admitted that helping him with his clothes was an excuse to run away from the bedroom to catch your breath.

"Baby?" His slightly annoyed voice brought you back to reality, so you quickly took off your dress, leaving only the sexy black lingerie he bought you a few days ago.

“I was busy undressing myself.” With a shaky voice, you leaned against the doorway, admiring the view of his muscular body. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Yes, dear.” He tapped the place next to him. “I’m yours to claim.”

Was he actually bluffing to cloud your mind? You couldn’t think about it anyway, as you stepped in his direction, spellbound.

With a slight push, you forced him to lay flat on his back before you got on top of him, petting his tiddies here and there, making his breath heavier. Nervously, you grabbed the handcuffs and insisted:

"Put your hands up, Patty.” You watched him obey and in response you moved your hips, grinding against the arching bulge in his boxers, coaxing a low gasp to fall from his kissable lips. “Mmm-D-Daddy, you’re so needy, I can feel it…”

“Yes, Cupcake.” He tensed under your touch when you cuffed his hands above his head – he certainly didn’t feel comfortable not being in control, because it was making him so vulnerable. But Bateman tried his best to hide it. “You think that’s tight enough?”

“I’m sure.” You cupped his beautiful face and teased him as you drew near to his lips in order to kiss him. At the very last second, you broke away, not giving him a chance. “Keep your legs together.”

Though the handcuffs looked durable you doubted that they would stop him if he got really savage, according to how strong he was. When you finished cuffing him, you looked into his eyes, watching his lips tick – he definitely wanted to say something, something mocking or triggering, but he didn’t.

“Look at you, Daddy.” You slid your palms against his bare chest down to his abs, and then you finally touched his engorged cock, massaging it ever so lightly. “So exposed and cute … mmm–you want me to remove them, right?”

“Ahrgh-yeah.”

It seemed like he was about to crest his high at any second, as you felt his dick twitching in your grasp and you couldn't stop yourself from bowing down to his groin to suck his long shaft through the expensive fabric of his boxers.

“C’mon, pull them down already.”

“Not so fast, Patrick.” You smiled at him, giving his cock a long lick and when you heard him moaning louder, you decided to spare his torments, slowly dragging down his underwear to free his fully erected dick. “Gosh, it’s so big … mmm.” there was no way to resist as you got down and took his leaking tip inside your mouth, swallowing his sweet pre-cum with the whimper of pleasure.

“F-fuck.” He started to fidget around his perfect white sheets whilst his cheeks became notably flushed. “C-Cupcake…”

“You taste so delicious, Daddy…” you mewled before cupping his ass to shove his cock deep inside your throat, that set him completely on fire, his balls tensed intensively so you had to stop your ravenous attack. You didn’t want him to cum yet. “Mmhm-does it feel good?”

Huffing, he nuzzled against the pillows to brush away his already sweated locks. “Too good, baby… go on.”

“Uh, uh,” you refused and teased him again, rubbing against his glistening dick, making your lingerie so wet with the mix of liquids and spreading it along his pubis. “You have no say in that, Daddy …” You continued to roll your hips against his manhood, not pushing too hard, and bent down to his face to help him with his messy hair. As you did so, Patrick tried to reach your lips to plant a kiss on them, but you pulled away and pressed a finger to his mouth, which he obediently took in, sucking it and tasting himself.

Shit, this was turning you on so much, you didn't even realize you were about to fall over the edge, just watching him desperately suckle your finger with his eyes closed and his brows knit together from tension.

"Ahh, you look beautiful when you're so needy," you mused from above as you took your finger out and removed your bra. When you pulled down your panties, Bateman couldn't take his eyes off your dripping pussy as his mouth began to water uncontrollably.

"Let me taste you," he huffed, watching you touch yourself with light strokes. "I'm going to make you feel so good, b-baby." His voice wavered with a carnal urge to touch you, he wanted to tear you apart right here, but now he could only submit, it was his idea after all. "Cupcake, please ... sit on my face."

"Mmm, Daddy, you want this?" You raised yourself up a little to give him a better view of your blushing cunt as you spread your legs wider and rubbed your clit to taunt him even more. "Maybe you just want to watch me touch myself? You always love that ..."

"Jesus." Patrick slumped his head down on the pillow as he couldn't just look at you anymore, his stony cock jerking constantly, especially when you 'accidentally' brushed against it. "Baby, I'm so f-f-fucking close ..."

“I k-know, Daddy.”

“Mmm-hmm, please!”

"Please what?" you repeated, shaking with the impending rapture as you continued to stroke your sensitive little nub, slipping along his thick shaft and watching him writhe beneath you. "Do you want me to make you cum or ... do you w-want to have a taste of me?"

Bateman let out a guttural sound from the friction of your soaked pussy sliding against his beefy shaft. "I ... I want both ..."

"Choose one, Daddy ... and ask me nicely." You gave him the illusion of a choice, but in your mind you already had a plan for what you were going to do next.

"I ... I beg you, mm-ahhg, holy fuck!" He almost screamed as you sat backwards so he could now see your tight hot pussy right in front of his eyes as you sucked his throbbing cock really vigorously and played with his heavy sac.

Almost choking, Patrick tried to get closer to your cunt to at least lick your folds, but as soon as you felt his hot breath, you distanced from him, setting the pace of your bobbing and stroking his full length with both hands, while your juices were almost dropping down on his face.

That was too much, even for a man like him.

“F-fuck…aahh-fuck, (Y/N)!” Bateman was moaning shamelessly, withering around his big bed as if he was lying on burning coals.

“Mmhm,” you wailed around his fat girth, making obscene wet sounds each time his cock was slipping inside your mouth but once you felt him shaking, you quickly pulled his dick out and knelt beside him, letting him cum all over his perfect stomach. “Yes, Daddy … mm-gimme your cum.” You spurred him to tremble even more as you pushed two fingers into his tight asshole, massaging his prostate and prolonging his vivid orgasm.

“S-shit …” He hissed, still quivering and loading his hot seed to the last drop.

“Good boy,” you whispered and caressed his face, leaning down to smear his cum around his brawny torso, licking it off from your digits and closing your eyes in delight. “Gosh … It’s so tasty.”

With that said, you grinded against his pubis once more to get covered with his warm fluid before you lifted yourself up a bit and towered over his extremely blushing face. Patrick was breathing so hard that you even started to worry, but when he opened his hazel eyes and saw your pretty little pussy, he gave you a look full of desperation and need that left you almost speechless.

Arching your back, you lowered yourself a little and let his extremely wet tongue brush against your very sensitive clit - you moaned immediately, almost falling on his face, but you managed to balance yourself, controlling the distance between your pussy and his greedy mouth.

“Cupcake,” Bateman murmured and made a few little kitten licks along your folds. “Fuck, I will make you cum so hard, you will drown my face in your sweet flavor … if you let me.”

Damn, he was always saying the right words, which were driving you crazy. Moaning, you slowly straddled his gorgeous face and as soon your hips hugged his head, Patrick latched to your cunt like a starving man as he was literally devouring you like his life was dependent on it.

“Aa-aww, Patrick, mmm-I’m about to cum, aahh!” You squeaked, clinging to the ledge in the wall over his bed. “Yes, yes … eat my pussy like a good D-daddy you are, aah …”

These candles didn’t just have a soothing effect, but an aphrodisiac one as well; you couldn’t control your body as your mind was completely dazed. The only thing that was important right now – his heated tongue fucking you from below.

Your climax washed over you like a fucking tsunami, forcing your toes to curl almost painfully as your whole body rocked erratically, but it only caused him to slurp at your cunt even more eagerly, Patrick was shaking his head to rub his nose against your pulsating, swollen tip.

"Mmm-mhh, Pat-" You froze in a silent shriek, squeezing his head between your legs and rubbing against his face to prolong your fierce orgasm, fearing you might even break his nose if your humping became too intense.

But Bateman only moaned against your lower lips, drinking in all of your delicious wetness, clinging to your pussy so tightly you thought he wouldn't ever let you go.

Nearly sobbing, you got up from his abused face, leaving him completely breathless but satisfied, as Patrick couldn't stop smiling smugly, looking at you from under his eyelashes … God, his completely dazed look nearly made you cum again.

Sudden exhaustion hit you hard, but you wanted to continue this spicy game as you didn't know when you would have another chance to control this delicious man.

“Uh, Jesus …” Bateman muffled, fidgeting beneath you from uncomfortableness. “I think I can do it forever, your luscious pussy tastes so amazing.”

You just grinned in response, bending down to his face and pressing him against your boobs, rubbing them against him. Almost immediately Patrick started to wiggle his head, trying to catch one of your taut nipples, but you didn't let him as you watched him stretch his neck as far as it would go.

“My pussy was not enough? Such a starved, needy boy.”

“I’ll never get enough of you, baby.” He licked his lips briefly, his eyes were fixated on your hard peaks, and his chin was so fucking sleek, it was literally glistering like it was oiled. “Never …”

"Oh, is that so?" You let him take one of your nipples and he moaned in pleasure, sucking it like a baby, causing your throat to tighten with a loud whimper.

“Mmm, yes …” He was literally wild, consuming your hot flesh with a squelching sound and making your legs shake again. Panting, you turn around to wrap your hand around his already hard cock, and it seemed like he hadn't cum at all.

"You want me to fuck you, Daddy? So you can cream my little hole?" You provoked him by pulling away from his face.

Tightening his hands, Patrick pulled desperately at the handcuffs, but he was already too tired to wrestle, so he just pushed his hips up against yours, making his answer pretty clear. "Do whatever you want with me, Cupcake."

His voice was all that mattered to you at that moment as you suddenly pressed your lips to his, feeling the cocktail of different liquids on them and kissing him harder than you had planned, but he answered with no less effort. And then you stuck out your tongue, and without a word, Bateman took it into his mouth and sucked it obediently.

"You're such a good Daddy, so good." You stroked his cheek before turning around and bending over so he could see your pretty butt and pussy. "You always take good care of me ... and now I'm going to take care of you."

Grinning, you looked at him from behind, his thick dick buried in your overstimulated womb. Fuck, his was so big, every time you had sex you had to adjust to its size, but today you couldn't wait to embrace the feeling of being so full. So you took him as far as you could, spreading your legs to give him a proper look at how your feverish pussy struggled to encircle his beefy girth.

“Aaah, Daddy … mmm, it feels so good!”

“Mmm, fuck … oh shit, babe, your pussy clenching around me so tightly, aah-fuck,” Patrick moaned even louder than you, watching his dick slipping in and out of your moist cunt with wet shameless sounds as you were bounsing on his hips, with your back to his face.

The friction was too intense. You doubted you could last long, even without stimulating your clit, just hearing his loud whimpers was enough to make your next orgasm settle in your womb. Mewling, you had to bend over and hold on to his ankles for support as you rode him really hard, almost rough, not to mention his thrusting firm hips that he couldn't use at full power since he was cuffed, but he couldn't just lie still.

"Ahh, Pat-Patrick ... I love the sounds you are making! Moan louder!" you blurted out, feeling yourself almost numb and fucking him deeper; you could feel every vein on his huge cock twitching in ecstasy.

"(Y/N), you will be ... the fucking death of me, oh GOD." He wanted to slap your ass, he wanted to squeeze your fucking neck and make you choke, but instead he was watching you bob up and down on his creamy cock. "Mmmhm-fuck, yes ... encase my dick with your pussy, fuck yes ..."

Those were the last words you heard as you pressed against the spot between his spread legs, shaking so badly you couldn't even utter a sound, your saliva running down your chin as your inner walls continued to spasm. With all the strength you had left, you continued to impale yourself on his cock, and the next second you felt him pumping you with his hot cum, making you so fucking full that it even poured out of your pussy and floated down his dick and his used balls.

A white veil soon covered your vision and you couldn't even remember if you had released Patrick or not, along with the things that happened next, as a feeling of total insanity took all your thoughts away. It consumed you like a tornado, leaving nothing but the nasty sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and your pitiful high-pitched cries as you seemed to accept your fate and let the beast tear you apart.

There could be no mercy, when it came to Patrick Bateman.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader

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All Batman Movies Ranked From Worst to Best

#batman #batman begins #the dark knight #joker #christian bale #heath ledger #christopher nolan #the dark Knight won 🥺#yessss

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I LOVE your work but gun to my head I'd say the becoming a father series with Eisuke is my favourite ❤

Just wanted to ask if there will be a part 3 😁

Have a great day

Hiya! Thank you I'm glad that you have enjoyed those stories!

When I first wrote the story there was a lot planned for it including some angsty stuff but I got too busy 😔

Since you've brought it up I might revisit the series again, see if I can write another part because I do enjoy dad!Eisuke 🥺

#eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #anon asks

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This was so good!!!! Daddy looks after his girl 🥺 Can’t wait to find out what happens next 🤞

Spit In My Face 2

◥ PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: New York Fashion Week is coming up and you are going to visit your first fashion show in the company of Patrick Bateman himself. The chain of events that happen there will reveal a new side of Mr. Bateman that you never knew he had.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │angst, abusive and toxic behaviour, cheating, Patrick being a dick, nipple play, Daddy kink, mention of injury, manhandling, oral (Patrick receiving), rough vaginal sex, fingering, rough choking, misogyny.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 3.6k

◥ A/N: This chapter contains really triggering topics, so please proceed with caution. As always, I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

◥ SONG REC: ThxSoMch - Spit In My Face🖤

◥ LINKS: [Previous Chapter] [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist🧁] [Main Masterlist]

Oh, God. That was so stupid, so reckless.

Annoyed, Patrick stared at you with his hands crossed on his chest. It was too late to run now, so you stood still and heard him saying:

"Are you lost?" With a cocky grin, he picked up his briefcase and stepped closer to you.

"No...I mean, yes. Probably," your cheeks burned from the inside as the strong feeling of embarrassment hit you like a truck. "I was just looking for you and..."

"Aha," he crooned before towering over you, grabbing you possessively by the waist and leaning down to whisper in your ear: "Do you know the proverb 'curiosity killed the cat'?"

"I haven't heard it since I was a kid," you confessed, swallowing hard as you watched him taking the dresses from your hands, the mysterious grin never leaving his face. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to eavesdrop."

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Haughtily, Patrick winked at you, and that was really confusing because his unpredictable mood changes were the most difficult puzzle you had ever known.

“You don’t even want to see which dress I chose?”

"Not really, I'll see it tomorrow anyway," his voice sounded more stern now. "Unless you change your mind about going with me.”

He cast a challenging glance at you, but before you had a chance to reply, Bateman walked past you and gestured for you to follow. Slightly disappointed, you went after him and soon you made it to the hall where all this shit started.

"So, did the young lady find something to her taste?" The stylist asked as soon as he saw you coming.

"Yep," Patrick let him pick up the dresses and put them on the big table next to the beautiful leather couch on which Bateman kept looking in disgust and you didn't even know why. "(Y/N), c'mon, point with your finger to which dress you like?"

The way he cooed to you was absolutely stunning. Sometimes it seemed like he could read you like an open book, and that only made you feel insecure.

"I think this one." You replied with a shy smile.

"Nice, very nice!" Mr. Graham exclaimed before calling for an assistant to pack your dress. "That will be 2800 dollars, sir."

Satisfied, Bateman hummed to himself and pulled out his wallet. "Do you take credit cards?"

"Of course!"

All the while, you were pretty shocked by the price for just a piece of fabric. Frowning, you didn’t even realize you were saying it out loud: "2800 dollars, for this? Oh God..."

Everyone, including Patrick, turned to look at you; the stylist was seriously confused and he just mumbled: "Excuse me?"

"Huh, don't worry," Bateman chuckled and handed him his gold VISA credit card. "She just can't believe I finally bought her a dress of your brand. Am I right, dear?"

When Patrick glanced at you, you felt a cold breeze run through your body - he must have been really angry. "Mmm, yes! I have been dreaming about this for so long!"

Even though you were not an actress, your words sounded more than natural. Both men smiled at each other and proceeded with the payment procedure.

All the way back to his apartment you both remained almost silent. Patrick continued to listen to the rock track he had paused on before going into the store, looking at you from time to time when you didn't see him, his hand fidgeting with the hem of your new dress that was lying on your knees. Yet, you couldn't believe he'd just bought you a dress that cost more than your monthly rent. You hated to owe someone, but now you felt like you did, and it was killing you from the inside...because you didn't ask him to get you that dress, you didn't ask him for anything, and still he was trying to push you into the world of luxury where you would be a stranger forever.

Bullshit.

"(Y/N), what's on your mind?" His sudden question caught you off guard, and you almost bit your tongue. Why did he even ask, when it seemed he could read your mind?

Fidgeting in your seat, you turned away from the window and gazed into his brown eyes, now filled with an unrivaled enigma. "Just thinking about how to survive all the challenges you have set for me."

You heard him laugh softly, and before you could continue, he hugged your shoulders and snuggled into your small frame, the heat his body was radiating melted the cold shell you had been building up since the moment he decided to 'help' you in the dressing room.

“Challenges?” Patrick rejoined, nuzzling against your neck as he pulled your collar down a bit.

“Yes, Patrick,” you were trying to hold yourself as much as you could, not giving him more weaknesses to play around. “You know how much I hate all these fancy things which are made only for rich people.”

Bateman only purred something incoherently against your skin, tickling it a bit. “Cupcake…I think you need to relax.”

“Relax?”

“Yes, baby,” he tugged you closer, his nose was nearly rubbing against yours. Goddamn! “Relax and take it easy.”

"Stop, stop, stop..." you pushed him away a bit, forcing his headphones to slide down his head completely. "You've reminded me almost every day...that I'm not from 'your world', that I'm just a mortal who can't afford to buy fucking clothes that cost a fortune...and now you're telling me to just relax?"

Patrick huffed and rolled his eyes. “(Y/N)...don’t even start this conversation again.”

“You’re such an…”

Despite the fact that the partition in the cab was closed, it seemed as if the taxi driver heard your loud voice, and the next moment he opened it to ask you if everything was all right.

When you said that everything was fine, he started to drive again and you clenched your palms into fists, feeling the embarrassment and anger fighting in your mind.

"You're ashamed of me, aren't you?" You wondered without looking at him.

The way Bateman exhaled was not a good sign. "When you make such scenes - yes, I am."

Sighing, you pressed a hand to your forehead. Damn, he was affecting you so badly and you hated yourself for it, for being so weak next to him, so vulnerable... you were literally losing yourself.

His apartment looked perfect as always, so clean, so posh, but there was something strange this time as you walked across the living room and saw a large bouquet of white roses on his kitchen island.

"Mmm, such beautiful flowers!" You approached them to inhale their scent.

"Yeah," he stated from behind, placing your dress on the back of his white couch. "I bought them for you."

Stunned, you broke away from them as if you were pricked. “For me?”

"I'm not going to repeat it," Patrick blurted out, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass and a bottle of super expensive whiskey. "Besides, I don't think it makes any sense now."

Excellent.

Without asking, Bateman set a glass on the bar counter in front of you as you took a seat near it. Still frowning with irritation, he poured some red wine for you, and when you were about to thank him, he just strolled away. The situation was rather unconventional, to say the least, and you didn't really know what to do, maybe just leave?

"Patrick, I think we both need to cool off a bit...right?" you sipped at your wine, waiting for his answer, but he continued to ignore you. "I'm going to finish my drink and probably go home."

"Whatever." Was all he said, standing with his back to your face, clearly thinking about something.

Upset, you stifled a sad gasp and took the glass before getting up. When you reached his white couch to have a look at your dress for distraction, you suddenly heard his challenging voice:

"You want to know who Evilyn is, don't you?"

Paralyzed, you almost choke on your wine. After coughing a little, you turned to see him standing near the coffee table with his hands in his pockets. This was getting serious.

"I don't understand, why do you ask?"

Patrick chuckled loudly and shook his head in disbelief. "Stop acting like a fool, Cupcake. I know you want this, I can even feel it," his face grimaced a bit dangerously while his eyes were getting darker by the second. "You've wanted it since we left the boutique, that's why you started acting like a bitch."

Trembling with burning rage, you squeezed the glass, nearly breaking it. "I'm not in the mood for a showdown, you know," you countered, not even noticing that you made a few confident steps toward him. "When I leave, you can bring Evelyn, Courtney, Meredith, whoever... and confront them for as long as you want!"

"Or maybe we can all have some fun together, huh?" he extended the last words, enjoying the sight of your angry expression. "There's plenty of me to go around."

Scowling, you wanted to spit in his face, or slap him, or both. But instead, you just smiled and that was a little unexpected for him. "You're sick, Patrick. And I feel really sorry for you."

After saying that, you turned away from him to pick up the dress – you wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, so you even forgot about the glass in your hand.

"Of the two of us, you are the one who is really in need of some grief," his voice hurt you like a slow-acting poison, it was torturous. Before Bateman returned to the kitchen, he added: "Evelyn is my fiancée, and has been all this time. What an unpleasant surprise?"

A loud sound of broken glass echoed through the living room as soon as you heard his last words. It was a real miracle that the wine didn't splash onto the luxurious fabric of his white couch, but you didn't really care at that moment, with your heart beating so crazy in your chest. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and stood still, not hearing Patrick's footsteps behind you.

Damn, that glass must have cost a fortune.

"(Y/N)..."

"I know!" You cut him off, raising your trembling hands in the air. "I'll return the money...just tell me how much it costs?"

No way you were going to start crying, no way. But you did, and when you felt his warm hand wrap around your forearm, you tried to push him away, yelping:

"Give me something so I can clean the floor!"

"(Y/N), calm down! You're bleeding."

"What?" you gasped, opening your eyes wide before looking down at your feet to see blood running down your ankle as a sharp piece of glass sank into your soft skin. Only then did you realize you were injured, a sharp pain hitting your brain like a lightning strike. “Oh, God…I thought it was w-wine…” You stammered as that was the end point for your nervous system.

With no more waiting, Bateman carefully took you in his arms to lift you up. Sobbing, you let him carry you into the bathroom and sat on the edge of his beautiful black tub. Gently, he removed your shoes and stretched out your bruised leg to assess the damage.

"Is it that bad?" You asked him in a shaky voice, trying not to look down at the wound.

"No, but it would be better if you stopped flinching." He insisted, releasing your leg and going to the sink to get antiseptic, tweezers, bandages and cotton pads.

As Patrick knelt before you, holding a pair of tweezers, time seemed to freeze for you, but then you screamed from the itching pain as he carefully pulled the shard of glass from your ankle.

"Mmmh," you mumbled through your palm when he pressed a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic. "Shit…I am so clumsy and reckless..."

"You are," Bateman murmured as he wrapped a bandage around your leg. Every move he made was very gentle and accurate. "But still, you are mine."

"No, I'm not," you struggled to free yourself from his grip, but his hands held your leg very tightly. "We both know that's not true..."

Shivering, you peered down at him as he remained on his knee beside you. Almost immediately, his hazel eyes locked with yours, mesmerizing as always. "Why is it always so difficult with you?"

“Ask yourself.”

The moment you attempted to get up, you almost fell on the floor, but Patrick caught you in his arms at the last second.

"Patrick, let me go..." you pushed him into his chest to get some distance, but he didn't even move. "I will leave and forget everything that happened between us. Just like you wanted!"

"I never said I wanted to!" he growled, holding you closer so you could almost feel his fast heartbeat. "Why can't you just be a good girl and accept what I give you?"

"Oh, you've already caused me enough pain...believe me!"

Annoyed, Bateman just shook his head before pressing a finger to your lips, silencing you and taking your breath away.

No, no, no. Not again.

You swallowed hard as you felt his thumb slide up to your cheek to wipe away your salty tears.

Stop.

"Cupcake."

His voice, his scent, his warm body.

"Look at me," Patrick whispered sweetly, and you felt yourself going limp in his strong arms, so you obeyed and let him kiss your temple. "You're driving me crazy and I hate it...because I'm so fucking obsessed with you!"

One sharp breath and his lips were on yours, forcing your hands to claw at his jacket, but Bateman only pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as his wet tongue played with yours. Panting against his mouth, you couldn't help but run your fingers through his soft hair, making it look so messy, but Patrick didn't care. Slowly, he lifted you up a bit to set you down on the sink opposite his bathtub, peppering your neck with little pecks.

"D-Daddy..."

Just one simple word could turn this man into a savage beast, you knew it, but you couldn't stop yourself as your inner nature yearned for him and it felt like you were meant for each other, two broken souls finally found each other.

"Baby..." He kissed your lips briefly before moving down to your cleavage and unbuttoning your shirt, his hot breath tickling your bare skin.

Everything about him was so intoxicating that your clouded mind refused to function at all and now you couldn't hear your inner voice begging you to stop.

Quivering, you arched your back a little to give him better access, and immediately you heard him growl against your collarbone as he finally undid your shirt. Patrick didn't even bother to remove your bra - he just pulled it down, revealing your taut nipples; he licked his lips at the sight of them and then his greedy mouth was already devouring one of them.

"A-awwww," you mewled, hugging his shoulders as you literally melted under his touch. "Mmm, please!"

"Please what?" He looked at you, twisting your hard peak between his skilled fingers.

"I..." you hiccupped from the way Bateman spread your legs as he nestled into you with pure possession, groping your hip and licking your neck. "I... don't know... Gosh!"

This was pure madness, what was consuming your mind, with every kiss he made, breaking all your barriers, the more you tried to resist it, the more it hit you back. Panting, you threw your head back and felt your eyes begin to water again as his strong hands caressed your trembling little body. Never in your life had you felt so lost. Never.

"Relax, sweetheart," Patrick mused into your ear as he slid his palm between your legs. And of course you were so shamelessly wet that you could flood his floor. "I got you."

"I can't, a-aah..." You sighed, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Yes, you can," Bateman planted another sloppy kiss on your neck before grabbing your hand to press it against the hard bulge in his pants. "I couldn't stop thinking..." he paused, drinking in your stifled moans as he gave your clit a few slight rubs. "Do you think about me, Cupcake? I know you do..."

"Mm-mhh," your hands roamed desperately down his broad back, fumbling with the smooth fabric of his suit. "And I...ahh-I know you don't think about me..."

A loud whimper fell from your lips as he shoved two fingers into your dripping pussy, almost causing you to bump your head against the mirror behind, but he prevented it by wrapping his hand around your neck.

"You're mistaken," his low groan echoed against the walls of his bathroom, sending shivers down your spine and coaxing your inner muscles to spasm around his fingers as they mercilessly rammed in and out of your throbbing cunt. "Because you know nothing about me," Patrick curled his fingers to stimulate your most sensitive spot, gritting his teeth as his aching cock was about to explode with ravenous desire. "Now be a sweet girl like you always are and..."

"Owwww!" you screamed in sharp pain as he accidentally pushed on your wound. “It hurts!”

"Fuck, I forgot..." He cursed and removed his hand from your leg.

Seizing the moment of his confusion, you slipped out of his embrace and nearly ran for the door, and thank God it was open, because when you heard his almost furious groan, your heart skipped a beat:

"Come back!"

"No, it can't be like this," you leaned against the door, holding out a hand defensively. "Not after what you said..."

Trembling, you watched him breathe heavily through his red nostrils, his wild gaze seeming to burn you alive as his self-control was about to snap. Scared, you weren't sure what to expect from him next, so you decided to leave this place right now, while it was still not too late.

Quickly, you walked into his living room and grabbed the damn dress, trying not to think about the broken glass and spilled wine. To be fair, you thought Patrick was going to chase you or threaten you with punishment, but none of that happened as he stayed in his bathroom. It was suspicious, but you would think about it later.

As you were about to leave, you walked past the open door to the bathroom and told yourself to just go and not look back. But when you reached the front door, you froze and sobbed - your heart sinking while your mind was waving a red flag.

Just leave, please!

Huffing, you turned and walked back to the open door. The scene you saw was not what you expected, it simply broke your heart - Bateman was standing still by the sink, leaning on his hands with his head bowed.

"Patrick..."

"You're still here?" He asked without looking at you.

"I'll go with you tomorrow...but I'm not doing it for you," your voice wavered, but you didn't allow yourself to sound weak. "I just wanted to make that clear."

And then you left him alone in his super luxurious apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side. No matter how hard you tried to hold back your tears, they kept slipping down your cheeks. Even when you were in the cab on your way home, your soul was still aching because it seemed like the wounds he made couldn't be healed.

When the night came, there were only a few windows with lights on, and Patrick's bedroom window was one of them.

Irritated, Bateman lay on his bed while a blonde girl sucked him off, bobbing her head up and down at a fast tempo. There was no denying that she was trying her best to give him as much pleasure as possible, but he felt nothing, literally no emotions – only the dark void inside his mind.

"(Y/N), you're doing everything wrong...not the way I like it!" Patrick grumbled, pulling on the girl's hair.

"Who?" She asked confusedly, looking up at him. "My name is Meredith, in case you forgot!"

Bateman just laughed and carelessly pushed her down, forcing her to continue. "Shut your fucking mouth and suck my dick. Stupid whore..."

Meredith was making too many noises which annoyed him so much as he was trying to concentrate on dreaming of you - your beautiful face, your innocent sparkling eyes... Although this girl was very pretty, definitely 'his type', there was not a single trace of you and he thought he would never reach his high.

"Mmmhm, Patrick…Maybe you will fuck me already?"

"Maybe," he sighed, watching her laying on her back with undisguised excitement, but then he frowned in a weird disgust. "No, get on your knees. I can't see your fucking face."

"W-what? What's wrong with you today?Ah!"

Angrily, he slapped her hip and rolled her onto her stomach. Without any preparation, he bottomed out, closing his eyes and thinking about the way you twitched every time he thrust inside you. Speeding up his pounding, Patrick finally felt his orgasm building up inside his body when she suddenly moaned:

"Oh, yeah! Daddy, it feels so good!"

That was not even rage, it was something beyond that.

Brutally, he squeezed her neck, almost choking her, and growled near her ear as he leaned down. "Never call me that! Understand?" he yanked her against the bed, still clutching her throat, and only when she was on the verge of asphyxia he released her, fucking her harder and gritting his teeth. "Fucking bitch, you should thank me for not killing you."

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