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I’m so in love with this, woah.

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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Thanks for tagging @makeyoumine69 💗, there are so many, but these are the ones i prefer the most.

Tagged by @lakecrittlers​ and @tinuvielsblog to share 7 comfort films! 👀❤️ “Comfort films” I would say are just films I rewatch again and again and just enjoy so much. They aren’t very “comforting” or light watches lmao 💀💀 These in order!

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— 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲

A/N: Thank you for the 100+ followers! Here’s another fluff one-shot! Since two days ago I was at one of the Lana del Rey concerts (Italy) I absolutely got inspired. Her voice is just so magical. Also, sorry about my english!

Contains: Patrick Bateman x gn/fem/male!reader, fluff.

Synopsis: You two argued. You actually felt so guilty about it, so in the evening you simply decided to visit him at his apartment but at first, Bateman didn’t seem really happy to see you.

Word count: 1.3k+

Patrick was laying back on his bed, working from home and sipping from a glass of wine when the doorbell rang. Your expression was confused and worried, but you still managed to pronunce some words. "Patrick, It’s me! Y/n!" You didn’t even let him respond that you had already opened the door. It was strange, since it was open. When you found him in his bedroom, you couldn’t do nothing but notice that his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, leaving a slight view of his chest. You blushed at the embarrassing situation. "We.. We need to talk." You managed to say, your cheeks still red. "Can’t it wait?" Patrick immediately asked, his eyes still on the computer. He had no intention of actually talking with you, he thought that you only wanted to argue about something. It was always the same thing. He grabbed the glass of wine and took another sip.

"You don’t care, do you?" Your eyes widened as he wasn’t even looking at you. "About you getting mad over every little thing? No." Patrick shrugged nonchalantly, he knew that you would have hated his response and well, he’ll never change. He really did care, but he would never admit that. Suddenly you noticed the dark circles that were becoming even more apparent under his majestic, hazel eyes. "Are you even sleeping? God Patrick, you definitely need rest!" You grabbed his arm, trying to soften him a bit, but that seemed to not work.

"Stop mothering me. This is my job and it takes sacrifices. People think it's all a fun game but it has real consequences." Patrick immediately blurted out, while his long fingers kept typing something. You sighed and came closer to him, afraid to lose your own patience. Once you sat on the bed beside him, your hands moved to his neck, hugging him. "What about me preparing you an hot tea, hm?" You asked smiling softly. "Why the hell would I want you to make me tea? I’m working." He spoke annoyed as he grabbed your arm and removed it from his body. You couldn’t see the frustration that filled him, but the gasp that was released by your lips was a dead giveaway, even though that wasn’t going to stop you. "Please Patrick, I know we argued but we can’t do this anymore." You begged, you even wondered if he heard you, since you practically murmured those words.

Patrick finally looked up from his computer screen and glanced at you in the eyes, taking a moment to collect himself. His face softened a little and his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly he was trying to hold back his frustrations and focus. Bateman didn’t want to admit it but he felt bad, he didn’t want to be so harsh on you. “I know, I understand you’re trying to help. I’m just so fucking pissed off because of this damn job, I can’t have anyone here getting in the way.” You pecked him softly on the lips, making him close his eyes and enjoy every single second about it. "I admire your determination, really, but I want you to be happy and right now, I can tell that you’re not." You admitted, touching his shoulder. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that yesterday." You added, looking at the blanket that was covering your knees. "It’s nothing." Patrick dismissed the apology, he was honestly not that bothered by your yelling anymore, though he did appreciate the attempt. He didn’t see it as worth making an issue out of. "You just get upset easily, don’t worry about it." He added, his tone is a bit softer than before. Patrick wasn’t exactly great at making up with others, but he could try. "I know what I’m doing is crazy but I need this. I need to do this." While his low-hot voice tried to reassure you his glance returned at that computer again. You literally wanted to grab it and throw it away. After almost ten seconds your lips were connected one more time, Patrick was shocked at first but he seemed to be more than okay with that. "You need rest Patrick, that’s what you need." You admitted, caressing his cheek while a smile had formed on your angelic face. He sighed. You were right. He was exhausted but he was determined and he didn’t want to give up. It’ll take time but he wanted to work on this and make things work. "Fine, but you’re going to sleep with me tonight. It’s the least you can do after all." He smirked then embraced you, pulling you close. Your heart was officially full of joy even though you tried to not show it, falling miserably of course.

"Here, let me prepare you a tea."

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Bateman took the cup, sighing before taking a sip. The warm liquid felt great and he took a moment to relax. The tea did ease his tense muscles after all. "Thanks." He gave a simple smile before taking another sip. "You’re welcome." You smiled back. He took one last sip and set the cup to the side before standing and walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you neck and pulling you into a hug, again. He stood in silence for a moment, enjoying the contact with the person he loved. "I know things are hard right now, but I love you. That alone makes it worth it." He whispered, leaning back to look down at you. You were beautiful, his beautiful fiancée.

"You’re doing your best and I admire that." You told him, hypnotised by his mesmerising irises. "Then I guess I’m doing something right, at least in your eyes." Bateman chuckled, brushing the hair from your face and caressing your cheek. "I love you. I’m just trying my best to make us work. It’s hard for me."

"I know it is Patrick, I know. Just don’t worry, okay?" Your pure smile definitely reassured him, as he was staring in your eyes, observing your soul.

"You even wore my favorite, that shade of red is perfect." He leaned down and kissed your lips, lingering for a moment before inspecting your lipstick again. It was a deep red, almost bloody in color. It was a color that could easily be seen as intimidating or even repulsive on someone else yet on your face, on your skin tone it intrigued Patrick’s eyes. He was drawn to it and has been since he first saw you wear it, not being able to look away. You looked so beautiful to Patrick. Your smile was pure and inviting like an innocent school girl yet on your lips there was the seductive, devilish red which just highlighted your natural beauty. The color was bold, drawing attention to your lips and to the shade that couldn’t easily be ignored. Yet despite it was drawing Patrick’s attention, he wasn’t intimidated by it nor disgusted. Instead, he was lured in by the color, wanting to kiss those red lips a million times again and see how they felt.

The color lured him even more closer, almost like a seductress who has the man by her finger tips. A voice filled his head as Patrick looked at you, it was a voice demanding him to kiss you. The color was the devil in yourself, drawing him in but not scaring him. He craved to taste the red color, to see if it was like blood or something else.

After a moment he leaned in another time, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that would have made some swoon. The man's tongue found your lower lip, his hand gently caressed your neck while the other one held you tightly. His face was flushed and he was breathing deeply, enjoying every second of it. "I couldn't resist." He spoke breathlessly after pulling away, looking into your eyes once again.

"You're just too beautiful, Y/n."

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— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺

A/N: Here’s the one-shot, as I said before I’m really sorry for my absence. I didn’t have time to proofread this so, if there are grammar mistakes you know. Enjoy your reading.

Warnings: PLEASE READ! Alcohol addicted reader, cigarettes addicted reader, very demotivated reader, swearing.

Contains: Dark themes at first (Alcohol and Nicotine addiction), but then turns into fluff, Patrick comforts reader and reassures her, smut part at the end but the bare minimum.

Synopsis: When you found out that Patrick has spent the rest of the night with Courtney right after finishing arguing with you, you couldn’t do nothing but soffocate your pain in alcohol and cigarettes.

Word count: 1.5k+

The warmth of the water covered you and you felt.. safe. The warm water hugged your body and it brought back some of the joy you felt when you were with Patrick. Your sadness was still there, deep inside of you, but you weren’t overwhelmed by it. The water was comforting, warm, and peaceful. You closed your eyes and you let your mind drift, you let the past drift away. You let yourself think about Patrick, and all of the fun and happy moments you had together. You missed him, but that was okay.. because.. the water was peaceful.

Or maybe it simply wasn’t the water, but the bottle of whiskey you drank in one sip. The feeling was almost instantaneous, the feeling of joy and relief washed over you. The whiskey was strong, but it was almost a good kind of strong. That was how it feels to be in heaven, and you took all of it you could before the feelings started to fade away. But for the moment it was blissful, your mind was filled with peace and your body.. well, it felt alive. It was perfect and you wanted to keep it. To just hold on to it forever. You drank more, more, more, until you began to feel numb. You couldn’t feel anything. You felt nothing. You felt numb, and the feeling was glorious. Alcohol was always there for you, it didn’t judge you and it wouldn’t never run away. Alcohol was your companion, your friend, your lover, your escape. You drank and you drank and you drank, you couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t have stopped yourself. That was better than feeling anything right? And besides.. When you were with the booze you didn’t feel so alone.

Did you?

The numerous knocks on the door woke you up to reality, opening your eyes. You still didn’t want to see anyone though, that was one of the few moments you had to feel relaxed and you wouldn’t let no one interrupt it.

But you didn’t know that the one at the door was the one you never wanted to see again. Patrick stood at the door, his face filled with rage. He was angry, you didn’t answer his texts and didn’t even call him, he was gone completely crazy and he was trying to make it clear how angry he was. The anger was apparent in his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he stood. He was not happy, not happy at all. He was mad and he wanted your attention, but he didn’t want to force himself inside of your apartment. Instead, he banged on the door and screamed your name. Once you realised it was him, you pretended to not hear him and also pretended to listen to the random music that was playing on tv. Patrick was frustrated and angry, and he wanted a response. He kept standing there, waiting and waiting, he knew that you were in there but he didn’t want to be in that awkward position. "Why weren’t you answering the door? Was it something he said, did he do something to make you angry?" He kept asking himself, but he didn’t know, and he was standing there with an annoyed expression as he waited.

Patrick pounded on the door again, he didn’t care if the neighbors heard him, or if the people in other apartments noticed. He wanted a response, and he was going to keep demanding it. He was standing there with a scowl on his face, clearly frustrated by the whole situation, but he didn’t want to do anything violent. Not for the first five minutes. When you kept drinking, ignoring him completely, Patrick got fed up and he kicked the door in, his eyes filled with rage. He was standing there and with one swift kick, the door flied open and he stood there in the doorway.

"ANSWER ME!" He shouted, the walls rattling under the force of his scream. He looked for you in every single room of your apartment and once he found you in the bathtub, he became even more mad at you. Patrick watched as you ignored his screams and his cries. He didn’t want to yell anymore, but his hands shook with frustration and he was filled with rage, there was fire boiling in his eyes. Patrick just wanted to grab you, to scream at you, to make you understand how angry he was. He wanted to make you understand how much pain you caused him. He wanted to teach you a lesson, and he stomped over to the bathroom and tried to rip the bottle out from your hands. But then, he realised everything. You were hurting yourself, your own soul, that he always used to call "innocent". It was not innocent anymore. The bathtub was full alcoholics and cigarette packs, and the thing that horrified him even more, was that the most of the bottles and packs were already empty or consumed. "You are hurting yourself." Patrick shouted, his voice filled with pain and anger. He couldn’t stand to watch this, to watch you do this to yourself. "You can't keep hurting yourself like this, it has to stop." His eyes wet with pain and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Patrick, go away." After saying the last word you finally decided to met his glance, but the sparkle in your eyes that Patrick always adored wasn’t there anymore. You weren’t capable of feeling a single emotion, or maybe, you refused to feel them. "You're hurting yourself, y/n." Patrick repeated, a little more irritated than before. He looked at you and saw how much pain you were in. How much suffering. He kept watching you, his eyes filled with anger and pain. He wanted you to stop, he needed you to just stop, he couldn’t see you like this. "If you don't stop now, we're done, do you hear me?" He said sternly, Patrick was furious. "You deserve fucking better than this."

Patrick watched as you were smoking a cigarette before taking a long sip of another alcoholic bottle. He knew that he should have done something, and yet he stood there frozen in place. Patrick also knew these thoughts were irrational, but his mind was plagued by them. When he saw you falling into the bath tub, it snaps him out of it. He rushed over and made you stood up in front of his tall figure. The anger and frustration were still pulsing in his veins but he knew that his furious tone wasn’t going to solve anything, he knew that yelling wouldn’t help. Instead he washes you gently, he was caressing your delicate frame with a sponge looking at you as if was trying to decode your reaction. You tried to not look at him as he was washing every single part of your body, even your most intimate zones, but it was different, he wasn’t excited or something, he seemed to care about you, and in fact, he did. He wrapped a towel around your body and then he helped you get out of the tub and walk over towards the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him as he was exactly in front of you, lowering to your height. "Just tell me why did you do this." Patrick demanded staring at you. Your mouth realised a sigh and your eyes were captured by the floor as you began to speak.

"I saw you with Courtney, that night, after we argued." He immediately stood up right after you admitted that. His eyes widened. "You didn’t think that we had sex, right?" Patrick asked you, hoping that your answer would have been a no. He passed a hand through his hair when you stayed in silence, he was trying to remain calm because he clearly couldn’t believe that.

"Christ y/n, Courtney was drunk. She didn’t want Luis to see her in that state so I told her she could stay at my apartment, even though I was really pissed off." You were still a little shocked but deep inside, a part of you was full of joy and fully reassured by his words. "You two didn’t have sex?" You asked, just to be sure.

"No doll, of course not. I would never." Patrick was smirking, tickling your soft skin of your legs with his long fingers. "Can't believe you really thought I cheated on you.." With the other hand he started touching your hair, you wanted that moment to last forever. He kept that clever smile on his face that intrigued you more, but then, his glance moved to your seductive lips and Patrick realised he couldn’t resist anymore. After almost a second your lips were connected, his tongue exploring your mouth while your hands were constantly searching something to grab for support. He pulled away slightly, and leaved a trail of wet kisses on your neck. Patrick whispered in your ear, the words came out in a breathy way that was full of love and excitement at the same time. "I can make you forget everything, I’ll make sure you forget everything." He kissed you again.

"..I'll make you a happy woman."

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I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the absence, really. I’ve been so freaking busy and I didn’t even have time to write something. Don’t worry though, I’m already planning to write another fluff-one shot. (I don’t know if you still want smut one-shots so) I promise I’ll try to post soon!

Sorry again.

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Cutie patootie.

Throwing him against a wall

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❝ I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane? ❞

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WHY HE SO FUCKING HOTTTT???? i swear i’d let him devour me.

(I’m Courtney btw🤭)

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This movie.

DAILYFLICKS 30K EVENT: FAVORITE 90s FILM PER MEMBER ↳ GIRL, INTERRUPTED (1999) — Xénia (@alexcabotgf)

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60s. Or maybe I was just a girl… interrupted.

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— 𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬

i know this is short, but this is my first time writing fluff. hope y’all don’t mind!! (maybe i’ll do a part two)

enjoy your reading!🤍

song i used as inspo: wicked game - chris isaak

word count: 448

The rays of the sun passing through Patrick’s bedroom window woke you up and you immediately turned to see your boyfriend relaxed face before noticing that he was already awake. He was staring at you in a romantic way, as if he was intrigued by your sleeping figure. He smiled softly and got on top of your delicate body and started caressing your cute cheeks. You giggled and kissed his hand, amazed by his perfect features. Patrick stopped for a moment before leaning down and starting to leave a trail of wet kisses on your exposed neck, tickling it. Your hands made their way to his messy yet perfect hair, stroking them a bit.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said before kissing your forehead. You met his hazel eyes and gave him a soft peck. “Morning.” Your lips couldn’t stop forming a smile at the heavenly sight you were admiring. Patrick jokingly placed his head between your breasts, looking at you from below. He then moved his hand to your belly, caressing your pretty body. “We’re gonna have a beautiful little boy or girl.” He smirked and hugged you tightly without broking the eye contact.

“My pretty little angel.” He had a serious face now, enchanted by your stunning beauty. Your heart was melting at the sound of his sweet words, and that made you cup his cheeks and kiss him a million times again. You couldn’t get enough of him, because you knew you couldn’t resist him. You loved the fact that he could have been lovely and attractive at the same time. Even though you couldn’t escape his wicked games. Every time Patrick acted like that, you knew he had something strange in mind, but still, you didn’t care. You returned to reality when he stood up and reached the bathroom while you finally decided to search your underwear under the blanket. After a minute, you still couldn’t find it and you decided to join him in the bathroom, surprising him. A towel covered his intimacy while he was doing his expensive skin-care. You washed your hands and face noticing how many products Patrick used. He positioned behind of you, hugging your pretty frame, admiring your naked form through the mirror.

“Thank you so much for everything, for this time, for our future together and most importantly for loving me.” He murmured into your ear, playing with your lobe. You smiled brightly and turned to see his encouraging face. “You don’t have to thank me.” Your voice reassured him, while your hands were massaging his shoulder. Patrick caressed your cheek gently with a genuine smirk printed on his lips before kissing you again.

“Let's have breakfast now.”

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Thank you for those amazing words. 🤍

As I said before, i’m not feeling well lately and I’m losing motivation but i still want to make you all happy.

BUT I’m not going to write smut for now, because I’m not in the mood but don’t worry, one day I’ll continue writing my smutty one-shots and the main story. That means that I’ll write fluff one-shots for now.

(I wanted to thank other people who cheered me up: @crystalrage90 @grabberwife42 @makeyoumine69 , thank you so freaking much💗)

Hello everyone,

I’m so sorry but I don’t think I’ll write anymore. Things happened and I’m not feeling good lately. There are a lot of great writers on Tumbrl so there is no need to worry about it, right? I enjoyed writing on this blog so freaking much.

A big thank you to everyone!

Have a good day.

Sarah

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Hello everyone,

I’m so sorry but I don’t think I’ll write anymore. Things happened and I’m not feeling good lately. There are a lot of great writers on Tumbrl so there is no need to worry about it, right? I enjoyed writing on this blog so freaking much.

A big thank you to everyone!

Have a good day.

Sarah

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— 𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑵

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Spending another night with Patrick seemed to intrigue you but, you noticed something different, something that you didn't appreciate, at all. He was becoming more mean and severe than he already was. The way he treated you, all the things he said, well, you couldn't get them out of your head. His heart was just.. cold. Bateman wasn't bringing you anymore at the dinners with his co-workers, and you, with that delicate mind of yours, ingenuously thought that he simply found someone else, maybe a blonde model, yeah, definitely his type. You hated that kind of woman, not because of the work though, it was because of their attitude. They were always so fucking mean! And that time, one of Patrick's ex-fiancées reminded you that.

"Oh my! Patrick! Is that you?" A tall, no, a very tall, blonde woman distracted you from watching the balls positioned triangularly on the billiard table. You turned to see an "hardbody", that's how Patrick and his co- workers called them, standing near to your boyfriend. "Hello." He responded quickly giving her a bright smile, a smile that never reached his eyes. You walked away, deciding to join Patrick's co-workers boring conversation. They were talking about suits, business cards, hardbodies and drugs, you felt so disgusted that it was even hard to hide it. You nodded or giggled whenever they glanced at you, one of them even tried to get your number but he was too drunk and you didn't understand any of his words. "You look lonely." A good-looking guy patted your shoulder, making you turn to have a proper look at him. He had slicked-back hair just like Patrick and he was the only one of his "friends" who wasn't drunk. You smiled timidly at him feeling a bit embarrassed because of the frustrating situation. "I'm Paul Allen, nice to meet you.." The guy in front of you shook your hand and you immediately reciprocated the greeting. "Y/n! My name is Y/n."

"Such a pretty name." Allen smirked caressing your shoulder.

You and Paul have spent the time talking about restaurants and work and you couldn't deny that he was funny even though he kept calling Bateman a loser. "Why don't we dine at Dorsia one day? I can get a reservation so easily." You widened your eyes at that affirmation. Dorsia? That was the restaurant that literally hated Patrick, every time he tried to get a fucking reservation, it ended up very bad. You patted his shoulder and gave him a bright smile. "Sounds great!" Allen smirked and started caressing your waist, at first you felt uncomfortable but then you realized that Patrick was still talking to that blonde woman. After deciding to drink a little more, you ordered a beer with Paul, even though you knew it was wrong, his company seemed nice. But when you almost finished the beer you felt someone hand patting your shoulder, making you turn.

The fake smile that had formed on Patrick's lips made you almost fall of the chair. "Allen." He started, almost gritting his teeth. "Halberstram! Great to see you!" You were so confused. Who the fuck was Halberstram? You finally decided to look up at Bateman, asking for an explanation, but when your innocent eyes met his serious ones, you immediately turned away. They kept talking about work for a while and you were shaking erratically. "So you met Y/n, huh?" Patrick questioned, smiling mischievously. "Yeah, such an angel. Isn't she?" Allen answered, definitely daring him. Your fiancée didn't expect that, but he decided to now show it, in fact, he just chuckled in reply. "We need to talk." You finally said, trying to sound as possible as you could. He roughly took your hand and brought you in the bathroom before closing the door behind the two of you. You couldn't do nothing but keep your eyes on the floor, because you knew that the death stare he was giving you would have killed you in a second.

"So? Not so confident now huh?" You started to tremble again at the sound of his angry tone hitting your pretty frame. "Patrick, this needs to stop." You managed to say, holding back your tears. At your affirmation, Bateman raised his eyebrows and got closer to you. "The fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?" You immediately look up to met his cruel gaze that was waiting for an answer. The situation was getting even more tense, he seemed to notice your disappointment but he didn't care, he was too busy focusing on your reaction. "What is wrong with me? You're treating me like I am one of those blonde hardbodies! Do you think I'm happy knowing that i'm not the only one you sleep with?" You didn't even expect to have the courage to finally confront him, in fact, everything vanished when his eyes became dark just like his diabolical mind. Patrick seemed to be intrigued by your bratty attitude, or at least, that's how he called it, he almost found it funny. When you saw the small smirk on his lips you couldn't do nothing but react in a drastic way. "Oh, you think it's funny. Well, maybe when you'll realize that other people's feelings are important too, I might consider the idea of spending time with you." You reached the door, before trying to open it, completely forgetting that he locked it. "Patrick, open the door!" You turned to face him, and unexpectedly he did as he was told.

"You're free to leave, I don't care anymore."

It was almost two in the morning and you spent the time ordering water and calling yourself stupid because of that awkward night. You were the only one sitting at the barstool, or at least, that's what you thought before you heard someone voice from behind, ordering whiskey. You were mentally cursing yourself for recognizing that dead voice. "That's the guy?" The bartender murmured, chuckling a bit. You smiled, looking at the glass you were holding. "Yep." You rolled back your eyes, feeling him getting closer to your seat, you could almost feel his hot breath tickling your skin. You got up, since you weren’t in the mood of having another argument and reached the billiard table. You touched the green material, admiring the soft fabric, you always were interested in those kind of games. Your eyes were captured by the colored balls in front of you and you didn’t notice Patrick getting closer to you. Bateman downed the whole drink in one gulp as he stood behind you. "Why are you still here?" You immediately tried to turn, but he pressed you even closer to the table that you almost fell. You closed you eyes, deciding to remain calm and impassive. "Why do you ask?" You couldn’t do nothing but feel small because of his strong arms that were caressing your whole body. He moved your hair to the side, exposing your inviting neck, as you widened your angelic eyes. "Patrick.. I’m serious.." Your frustrated tone made him chuckle and lean to your ear. "Does it look like I’m not?" He whispered softly as he began kissing down your neck slowly, trailing his lips across your collarbone while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Please.. Patrick.." You let out a soft moan, throwing back your head from the unexpected pleasure. "Please what? What do you want, slut?" He continued before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Your back arched like a cat at that strange sensation, he felt like poison, something that made you felt bad but amazing at the same time. He was like a drug, you needed him. "Please.. Mmmh! I don’t want them to see us like this.." Bateman smiled mischievously at you before continuing his assault on your delicate skin.

"Hmm... Is that so?" His questions were setting you on fire, his teasing was just too much to handle. "So you don’t want this?" Patrick grabbed your pretty ass before squeezing it. You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress a moan but failing miserably. That was too much for you, that innocent little mind of yours couldn’t handle that teasing anymore, you were constantly thinking about how much that felt so wrong, but your body was enjoying everything about it. Maybe you were just as crazy as him?

"Get on your knees." His low voice ordered, sending goosebumps all over your frame. After sighing, you turned and did as you were told while he was already unbuckling his belt along with his expensive underwear. His cock sprung out all tall and needy. You remembered him being big but being that close made you close your weak legs tightly. Your mouth was wide and open, ready for him to destroy it, because you knew, you had to pay the price. Patrick started to rub his hard dick against your tongue before entering your throat, using one hand to hold your head still as he fucked your mouth roughly.

Your eyes rolled back as he began fucking your throat violently, grabbing both sides of your head firmly as he slammed his cock down your throat repeatedly, gagging you harshly as his thrusts became more fast and hard while you kept making nasty sounds which excited him even more. Bateman laughed devilishly as he continued thrusting his member down your throat, enjoying seeing your delicate figure being able to do such things before pulling out of your mouth completely, feeling the need of something even better.

You positioned yourself in front of the billiard table, bending over for him. Patrick smirked and moved your cute panties to the side, looking at how fucking wet you got only by choking on his dick. He gave your ass a light smack before lining up his cock with your entrance and slowly pushing inside you. Once all the way in, he held himself still for a moment, feeling how tight you felt around him. After almost thirty seconds he started to move in and out of you before picking up speed until he was pounding your pussy hard enough to make your breasts bounce each time he thrusted forward. "Daddy! Too.. Ahh! Too deep!" He smirked and pulled your hips closer to him as he continued fucking you from behind. Soon enough, he heard you start moaning loudly again and noticed how much you were close. "Don’t you dare cum." That words made you almost cry in disappointment, you felt so used and damn, you liked it. He chuckled mischievously and grabbed your leg by the knee, pulling it up towards him as his thrusts became more deep, while his other hand reached your clit and started rubbing it, making you scream in pleasure. Patrick wanted to torture you, he wanted to make you explode, he wanted to make sure that you were his, that you belonged to him.

He decided to change position again and after some minutes, you couldn’t hold it anymore and Bateman noticed it. Since he was so fucking close too, he decided to forgive you that time, in fact he groaned and started pumping your cunt faster, making sure to hit all the right spots so you could cum properly. His hands were free to play with your hot tits at that point too, squeezing them roughly and playing with your tempting nipples as he pounded your succulent slit. "Please Daddy! I need to cum! Cum with me!" Patrick nodded satisfied at that command and gripped your hips tighter, pulling himself as deep as he could inside you as he shoot his hot cum inside your pussy, filling it up entirely as you cried out from pleasure. He pulled out of you, letting all of his warm seed to run down your shaking legs. "I’m sorry Daddy."

"You better be." Bateman husked, fixing his belt, allowing you to turn to finally look at him. He had messy hair all over his perfect features, which made him even more majestic than he already was. "I love you, Patrick." He immediately widened his eyes at his your unexpected revelation. He got closer to you and kissed you softly, almost romantically.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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Hello y’all, I almost finished the fanfic, i think I’ll post it tomorrow though! Stay tuned!

(a big thank you to those who decided to participate to the poll, i appreciate it so much!)

Since I have so many ideas and I definitely can’t choose..