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hanasnx · 29 days

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hip to be square.

“You’ve worked up quite a sweat.” PATRICK BATEMAN notes in thinly veiled repulsion. Those cruel hands on your hips restrain themselves, and you can feel that tension against you. Instead, he pours his ample strength into yanking you back on him, choked sounds emit from your gaping mouth. In a way, this is an obligation, he can't really enjoy the way your cunt squeezes him, or how his thumbs fit those perfect back dimples—not in the way he wants to. If it were up to him, he'd squeeze the life out of you while he screwed those lifeless brains to pieces. Finally a bitch like you would be put to good use, eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen grows black dots in your vision. You'd claw at his grip around your neck, easing in to crushing your windpipe, the light would die as he watched, and he wouldn't even falter in his pace. Those hips would still be fucking you, like he is now.

Hard and rough, it hurts. Abusing your cervix as you're bent over the perfect white covers of his California King. You bounce on him like you want more, but in reality you're limp as he directs your body the way he wants it to move. An irrefutable force against you that you are powerless to soothe, unbeknownst to you your only line of defense to protect you from his wrath is the ring on your finger.

You're engaged to him.

In his eyes it was an unavoidable tragedy. All his friends are your friends, you live in his area, and you're a ten minute commute from work. If he's looking to blow off steam during lunch, he'll pop in for a visit and use you up with a pillow covering your head. You don't catch on to the fact he doesn't want to look at you while he ravages you, never question why he insists on hitting it from the back if he can help it. It aids that you've got a nice ass, plump and round and fits in his palms when he handles it. When you aren't being a priss, sometimes you'll let him slip a finger into your asshole. At one point he managed to convince you to let him fist you, but he'd slipped you one to many things that night, narrowly avoiding a messy emergency room visit. There was no way he was going to wait up for you in such a place so late at night. What would he have told everybody? That his fiancée was some junkie? Absolutely not.

Nails dig into your skin at the memory, the salt of sweat burning that raw that makes you mewl. He steels himself from demanding you shut up, instead assuaging the urge by smacking your hand away when you reach back to hold his in a petty attempt to get him to let up. Cruelly, he drills you. Those pathetic noises release in pain, you don't even sound human. "What are you to me?" he spits, looming over your little body as his every muscle contracts fucking into you at a reckless pace. You're sore from his weight, but you can't do a thing about it when being treated like shit never felt so good. A ring of cream foams at his base, taken from you as your cunt confuses punishment for desperation, your expression twisting so hard you'll get wrinkles early. He'll have to divorce you before that happens, otherwise people will think him vain. "Answer me, you idiot, you're supposed to answer me."

Somehow, you don't notice how he's talking to you. How it's different than the cold and distant nature you're accustomed to in public. "Nothing." you breathe out. "I'm nothing." You chase whatever you can get your hands on, scrambling for whatever stupid response you can muster in this state. Apparently, it pleases him, a sea of moans flowing out through his deep voice as he satiates himself using you like a sock with your name on it in his room.

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venussss01 · 10 months

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my favorite works/ recommendations 3

anakin skywalker™

- pretty baby by @luxtrys

- yes here by @fuckmyskywalker

- a hundred and ten percent ready by @luxtrys

- late night thot by @fuckmyskywalker

- babysitting by @fuckmyskywalker

- teacher’s pet by @s-brant

- good resolutions by @spacesurfing

- can’t get enough by @geekforhorror

stiles stilinski™

- let me help you by @theemporium

- you’re my friend not theirs by @messylustt

- warmth by @asterias-record-shop

- desperation by @murdrdocs

- enemies with benefits mlist by @slut4thebroken

- how funny do you think teasing is now by @theemporium

- no plot needed by @ghostgardn

rafe cameron™

- she’s mine by @antxlss

- too friendly by @blueicequeen19

- dark!rafe by @bratty-lxndry444

- stepbrother by @murdrdocs

- casual affection by @proactivetypaperson

- just checking my phone by @randomoutsiders

- prom night series by @sevenwivesofrafecameron

- argumentative by @applcrumbl

- bad news by @blackthunder137

- darling angel by @emmalandry

- taking care of rafe by @cal-flakes

- call me fucking dumb by @xob1tchs

patrick bateman™

- stuck in an elevator by @makeyoumine69

- don’t be shy now by @makeyoumine69

- obsession by @makeyoumine69

- dad’s best friend by @makeyoumine69

- i wanna feel you in my bones by @makeyoumine69

#rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #fic recs #fic recommendation #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #star wars #obx fanfiction #rafe obx #obx #star wars smut #patrick bateman #patrick bateman smut #american physco #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf smut

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taissabelle · 1 year

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I was watching Outer Banks and realized how much Rafe Cameron reminds me of Patrick Bateman. Especially season 2. I definitely have unhealthy type.

(Pictures found on Pintrest)

#rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #obx cast #outer banks #patrick bateman #american physco #christian bale #drew starkey #patrick bateman x reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe obx #rafe fic #obx season 3 #obx imagine

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horror102 · 10 months

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Un-perfect?

(Patrick Bateman X Fem! Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Patrick?”

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

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

Opening the door with a slight creak.

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

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

“Patrick?”

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

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

“Dear, honey-”

He spoke, a welcoming head stretched forward.

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

He whispered

“Calm down,”

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

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

“Listen to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He paused. Frozen in his footsteps.

“Un-perfect?”

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

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

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

Stuck in shock, and absurd disgrace.

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

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

“I love you. You know that right?”

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

“I don’t love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My wife.”

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

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

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

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mrs-mag1c · 9 months

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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒

BILLY LOOMIS

"I Wanna Make You My Final Girl"

STU MATCHER

"When you scream, it drives me nuts If you hang up, I'll spill your guts"

PATRICK BATEMAN

All I Want For Christmas Is You

You and Patrick need to get ready for the upcoming Christmas party, but suddenly your preparation turns out into something spicy.

No One But You

Even a man like Patrick Bateman needs some love and care when he's sick.

ETHAN LANDRY

Ego Boost

ethan doesn’t understand why you’re limping

Surprise Getaway

Ethan loved you more than you could ever know, but the problem was he was trying to get himself to understand he could choose you over his family - someone who could give him a life of happiness and not murder. So when you surprise him with a trip to your cabin normally used for trips in the winter before you both go off to college, he finds out he could live a life with you he initially didn’t think was possible. And maybe, just maybe, he can get away from his family once and for all, and stay with you.

Ethan Landry As Your Boyfriend

I Understand Im Not The Only One For You

jealous and pouty ethan with a popular gf

BO SINCLAIR

Prom

Bo tries to do something nice for his s/o

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN

New Neighbours

eva practically begged kevin to go with her to welcome the new neighbors. just to mess with her, he went, but god was he surprised to find you.

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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hi! could you please write dumbification with patrick bateman and a sub fem reader? thank you so much!

THIS IS SO HOT THANK YOU SO SORRY IT TOOK AGES

patrick bateman + dumbification with a sub!fem!reader (nsfw under cut)

-oh my god is he the guy to come to for this. patrick LIVES for degrading people, knowing how above it all he is, thriving on his wealth and power. he's a clever guy, he didn't just buy his way to the top of his company, and you just love that, don't you, baby? compared to him, you're just a sweet little dumb thing he keeps around for fun. you're so cute, thinking you can compete with him, converse with him on his level; patrick will show you exactly why you can't.

-he'll fuck you stupid - no, stupider. the only thing that patrick will allow you to say is his name, screaming in ecstasy, unable to concentrate on anything but how good he's making you feel. by the time you're on your third orgasm in an hour, 'patrick' and 'please' are the only words you know, and he wouldn't have it any other way. his smile of delight and quiet praises have you glowing.

-he can be nice to his precious angel if he wants to be. you don't need to do anything for yourself, patrick can take care of it. you don't even need to work, or do anything difficult. no, you don't even need to do that, sweetheart, he'll do it for you. he knows best. the mean side to patrick only comes out when you want something rougher, when you want him to degrade you and tell you how he'll never leave you because abandoning you to take care of yourself would be too cruel. he's here now, darling, don't stress: you're too pretty to be thinking this hard.

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peepoo79 · 21 days

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Patrick Bateman canonically goes out of his way to put on a pair of white Nike sneakers just for fucking. Just thought everyone should know <3

#american psycho #patrick bateman #noticed this while rereading the book #this is so fucking funny to me #just know whenever you’re reading your Pat Bateman x reader fics or whatever #bro has the sneakers ON

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, blood, mention of murder, smut in a closet (consensual), Patrick is sadistic (choking), reader is his personal assistant-workplace relationship, drinking (others), non-con kissing between reader and secondary character, drugs (others)

AN: for the first time in a long time, I’m writing smut. That means this is 18+ NSFW. Act accordingly please. I’m still tagging this Halloween as it’s Patrick Bateman and they are at a Halloween party. Story under the cut.

The loud music pounded against my back and my ears as I stood against the wall. Why Patrick had decided this was the party he wanted to attend I didn’t know. But he was late. I glanced at the small watch on my wrist and rolled my eyes. Another ten minutes and I was gone.

“Enjoying yourself?” I rolled my eyes before turning to look at Paul. He had a drink in each hand and was holding one out to me. I shook my head at him but he kept pushing it towards my hand.

“Oh yes. I always stand in the back of the room against a wall at every party I enjoy myself at.” Sarcasm dripped from my every word but I doubted he knew that. His pupils were dilated and there was a faint white smudge under his nose. The cup he was holding out was finally put into my hand. I thought about dropping it but decided I would wait until he left before I got rid of it.

“That’s good.” Paul drawled out as he leaned against the wall next to me. “Where’s Bateman? I thought attending this party was his idea.” I nodded as I turned my attention to the party going on around us.

“It was.” Paul never once took his eyes off of me and it was starting to get unsettling. “He’s just running late. I called him half an hour ago and he said he was returning some video tapes.” I bit my lip, knowing he used that excuse a lot.

“Must have gotten distracted.” Paul laughed and I offered a faint smile as I looked over at him. “With someone like you around, I can see how.” Without warning, Paul lunged forward and kissed me hard. I jolted, pushed him away and dumped the cup he’d given me over his head. Paul reared back, sputtering as the alcohol ran into face. As he put distance between the two of us, I cried out in pain.

“Fuck!” I reached up and touched my mouth. Pulling my hand away from my bottom lip, I held it up so I could see it in the pulsing light. Blood shimmered in different colors and slowly ran down both my lip and fingers. Reaching out, I not so gently wiped my hand on Paul’s suit.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” He stepped back again as I turned towards a nearby table to grab napkins to press to my still bleeding mouth. My eyes widened in shock.

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?!” I cried. A hand appeared on Paul’s shoulder and I looked up to see Patrick standing behind him.

“Maybe I can be of some assistance here.” His even tone said he already knew what happened but wanted to see where this would go. I pulled the napkin away to see what the damage was just as his eyes flickered down to my lips. His gaze hardened as I wiped away another trickle of blood. “What happened?”

“This asshole poured their drink on me!” Patrick looked over Paul’s head at me as Paul started to dab at his jacket with a spare napkin. I rolled my eyes and gestured to my lip.

“This asshole,” I waved my hand in front of me. “Forced a drink into my hands, kissed me without consent and bit my fucking lip. So I dumped the drink on his head and wiped the blood on his suit.” Patrick smirked and stepped around Paul to check the damage done to my lip.

“I’ll take care of him.” He whispered as he inspected the cut. I nodded as he flagged down a waiter to grab a wet napkin. Once it was in his hand, Patrick gently dabbed at the cut. When I no longer tasted copper in my mouth, he turned his attention back to Paul. “Now why don’t you come with me Paul? We’ll get you cleaned up and help you find a nice girl. How’s that sound?” Patrick put on his business voice and Paul fell for it. The two wandered off towards the exit instead of the bathroom. I took care of the mess we’d made before finding a secluded area to wait for Patrick. He walked back in not long after.

“That’s new.” I raised an eyebrow as I gestured to his face. Patrick shrugged and put his arm over my shoulder.

“If anyone asks I’ll just say I stepped out to give Paul a cab and get into my costume.” I chuckled as we made the rounds, keeping the incident on the down low. A few people people commented on the blood splatter across his face. Given it was a Halloween party, there wasn’t much issue. It wasn’t long until we were left alone again.

“And where is Paul?” I asked quietly. Patrick’s eyes shifted over to me and there was hesitancy in them. “Patrick we both know you didn’t call him a cab. Where did you put him?” Patrick tightened his grip on my shoulder before steering me towards the hallway. Once checking the coast was clear, he pushed me into a spare closet.

“Paul is in the trunk of his car. If anyone asks, he left by cab and will come back for his car tomorrow. By then, the body will be discovered and no one will know who did it.” I nodded as Patrick settled in front of me. As he pressed against me, a smirk made its way across my face.

“Does it really turn you on that much to have literally just gotten away with murder?” I teased, hovering my face in front of his but not quite close enough to kiss him. Patrick’s mouth twitched as he closed the distance roughly. I could feel his hands moving. One finally settled on my waist while the other gently closed around my neck. “Mmm. I guess it does.” Patrick chuckled lowly as he pulled away.

“Willing to test that theory?” He teased. This was a different side of Patrick. One that only came out if you got him right after a murder. One that hardly ever came out to play. Unless you knew how to pull it out. And I knew how to pull it out. Rolling my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss.

Patrick’s hands slid down and started to remove the pants I was wearing. I hummed against his lips as he got them pushed down. Patrick moved to start kissing my neck as I fumbled with his belt. After a few minutes, Patrick rested his forehead against mine and covered my hands with his. I looked into his eyes as he smiled sweetly at me while helping me get his belt undone.

“Ready?” He asked once his pants were pulled down enough to get his dick out. I nodded as his hand came up to wrap around my neck again. He gently squeezed and his voice took on a hard edge. One that got me ready for the act we were about to commit. “Use your words (Y/N). Ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed out. Kissing me again, Patrick entered me hard and fast. His pace didn’t slow down as he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. He kept kissing me to silence the moans and gasps I let out.

“Keep quiet. Or we stop right here.” I bit my lip as Patrick once again made his way down my throat and just under the collar of my shirt.

“Oh Patrick.” I breathed out when he reached a particularly sensitive spot. “Patrick…I’m….Patrick.” He nodded against my collarbone and tightened his grip on my throat before raising his head to rest against mine. I struggled to breath as he pounded into me relentlessly.

“Cum for me.” He breathed out against my lips. “Cum (Y/N).”

“Patrick!” I gasped and angled my hands down to grip onto his the best I could in the position they were in as I came. Patrick groaned before spilling in me. His hand left my throat and he gently lowered my arms. A kiss was placed on my forehead before he pulled out. “So it does get you off.” I muttered as he tucked himself back into his pants. I straightened myself out and helped him brush off any wrinkles that had appeared on his suit.

“I suppose so. We’ll have to test that theory out a bit more for conclusive results though.” He smiled at me before opening the door and letting me walk out in front of him. His arm fell around my waist as we rejoined the party.

“I look forward to it.” I looked around the room and faced Patrick with a smirk. “Who’s next?”

#Patrick bateman #patrick Bateman x reader #Patrick Bateman fanfic #Patrick Bateman fan fiction #Patrick Bateman imagine #Christian bale #christian bale x reader #Christian bale fanfic #Christian bale fan fiction #Christian bale imagine #American psycho #halloween prompts #halloween imagine #halloween imagines #halloween fic #spooky season imagines #spooky season imagine #spooky season requests #spooky season fic

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rinbeans · 5 months

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trying to figure out how to draw this motherfucker

#american psycho #patrick bateman #christian bale #fanart #god christian bale is so hot #also paul allens here too #art #wow im on a roll tonight huh #didnt post here for like 8 months then came back bc i rewatched american psycho #who foresaw this #not me #hes my pet freak your honor #hes a piece of shit hes my babygirl #oh also some of the jokes in here are a reference to @venusjailer's american psycho fic #the big one #idk just read it guys its really good

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hawaiivangelion · 5 months

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murder husband, psychotic depression & #1 weird girl of all time must band together to survive the zombie apocalypse. if that means anything to you

#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #fanart #project zomboid #patrick bateman #american psycho #rei ayanami #neon genesis evangelion #joe hawley #tally hall #this is a couple months old & kind of looks ehhh but whatever it’s fine.#also based on a fic on ao3 that i am authoring teehee #this is how they died #simon art

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maraschino-girl · 6 months

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➳❥ Patrick Bateman Misc. Headcanons !!

✘ content warning: patrick being patrick !! ✘ 𖦹 had a morbidly obsessive interest in the human skin bound book, Des destinées de l'âme, in the Harvard University library. he couldn't read it, of course, but that didn't stop him from admiring it. 𖦹 he's extremely pissed he never had the chance to get into Studio 54 during its heyday. he tries for the successors, although they're not as iconic and void of all the genuine debauchery of the OG. 𖦹 adding onto the 'Kimball reflects light in his eyes' test theory, he also doesn't yawn when others do. slightly backed up by the novel only ever having him yawn first and never in response to others. 𖦹 he doesn't mention it, huge shocker, but we all know he loves the song 'Psycho Killer' by Talking Heads. 𖦹 watching Evil Dead 2 gave him some mighty fine inspiration for what to do with decapitated heads! 𖦹 movies he would adore: Slumber Party Massacre (1982), Videodrome (1983), Re-Animator (1985), Sorority House Massacre (1986), Prom Night (1980), Faces of Death (1978), Hud (1963), & Scarface (1983). 𖦹 he's the type to call a hue 'blood orange', 'evian blue', 'royal gold'--- you get the picture. 𖦹 favorite perfumes are fruity floral ones; especially cherry scents that have a sickening sweet aroma! akin to the high sweet scent of formaldehyde and rot! 𖦹 ate $2 pizza at a hole-in-the-wall during one of his 'episodes' and wanted to puke! just kidding, he did. nothing should ever have that much grease and marinara, goddammit! 𖦹 considering he's canonically a microwave cook, I'm sure he's destroyed any attempts of a romantic dinner in. a 'water caught on fire' kind of cook. 𖦹 his Aiwa stereo does have a turntable so I imagine he has a vast collection of vinyl records of not only his favourite albums but of classical music, film and musical soundtracks. 𖦹 had an incident at a drive-in theatre when he was in college. luckily it wasn't his car, and luckily it was some bookish bitch who wouldn't be missed! let's just say, she too, was gone with the wind. 𖦹 we already knew, but he's a massive voyeur. but expanding on that, I don't think he would mind watching certain men coughPrice bump uglies with a woman of his choice. this all due to his reactions and thoughts when watching his 'best friend' nearly have foreplay with his girlfriend right in the bedroom with him. 𖦹 y'know that porno that people joked about? the one where a woman calls out "Oh God! Oh God!" and the dude's like "There are no Gods here"? yeah, that's him.

𖦹 there's contradicting comments about how he was a child-- his mother states he was a nice boy, but that's a biased POV. regarding his confession about what he did to a maid on Christmas Eve at age 14, he definitely seemed like a creepy kid. y'know, those rich boys with the too gelled hair, big ol' eyes that stare right through you, and their lil pastel cardigan tied around their shoulders. he was like an oil painting whose eyes follow you everywhere you went. I don't see him as a 'I stuck the neighbours' dog's head on a stick' type, more of a 'I watch you sleep and shit talk you so everyone hates you' type !

#american psycho #patrick bateman #cherry-flavored #the perfume hc also inspired my fic tbh #headcanon #i have more but ill hold for now akdjsjdsdj #american psycho headcanon

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oddeyevibes · 2 years

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Patrick Bateman with a Confident Crush

(Dumb headcanon stuff cause I’m having writer’s block)

In Bateman’s circle, everyone is trying to impress and outdo each other. The latest in fashion, latest in technology, the best art and decor that money can buy.

You, on the other hand, we’re not like that. How you even got this job is beyond him but apparently you were quite talented.

But how could you walk these halls when everything about what you wore and how you presented yourself was so…homely?

Him and the others would constantly make sly remarks every time you walked pass. He remembers your shoes, those tacky shoes from last year.

“Those shoes are…immaculate. I think I caught these a few years back.”

“Oh these? Yeah, got’em from some thrift store in Brooklyn.”

‘…….bitch, what? No, I’m mocking you.’ Is literally his thoughts.

He was stunned when you walked away. Though, what he did notice was how you didn’t rub it in his face.

Not only would it look tacky, from his perspective, but he hated the feeling of being belittled which so many others did but you didn’t.

Sure, you didn’t prop him up but you didn’t make a show about your stuff. You should be beyond humbled to be interacting with him but you treat him like….a peer.

He’s offended by it…but also….ok with it?

He should honestly be disgusted by how friendly you are with whenever you cross paths but…he isn’t. At least, not internally.

At first he hates to admit it, but he enjoys your company. He spends more time with you at work but whenever he’s around the others, he simply says “they amuse me”.

He asked you how your weekend was and you talked about how you went to see some movie called “The Lost Boys” and you raved about it.

He asked you what you were up to this weekend and you joked about him asking you out but told him you’d be watching slasher movies.

Of course, he’s heard of them, he watches them himself but within his circle, it’s not something to write home about. After all, to most, they were the lowest of the low in terms of entertainment.

You didn’t feel that way. When he mentioned Texas Chainsaw Massacre, he wasn’t prepared for how wide your eyes got. He obviously can’t explain what he finds so appealing about movies like that but he’s intrigued by your takes.

“When you think about horror before Texas Chainsaw and Black Christmas, it’s all about how the danger is foreigners but the new movies are highlighting how the danger is closer to home than we think.”

As childish as it is, he’s genuinely surprised that someone like you can have these conversations with him.

So his thing with you is talking movies at first before it starts evolving into different topics. How long does it take before this man admits he likes talking to you compared to everyone else?

Everyone else is so vapid and you’re a breath of fresh air. However, it makes him realize he’s just as vapid. As smart as he wants to portray himself, he becomes more aware of this perceived shortcoming and now (even if indirectly) you are one of the people that makes him feel lesser.

Though, he doesn’t have the same thoughts as he does for everyone else. Maybe it’s the earnestness of your personality but he doesn’t find himself wanting to see the inside of your skull.

And at his big age….he cannot figure out why.

#American Psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman #slasher x reader #fic writers should bully Bateman more tbh

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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Oh how I’d love to have a cocky stubborn man like partick bateman or tony stark on their knees begging. They could have any other man or woman doing the same to them but no. They are on their knees for you and only you. The men that have a cocky comeback to everything could only whine and moan when you degrade them cuz they wanna be your good boy.

#tony stark #sub tony stark #patrick bateman #sub patrick bateman #achi talks #fic?#maybe recs abt this????#please?????#pretty pleasee???

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jestersvanity · 1 year

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Another Friday Night: Patrick Bateman x reader

Oneshot

Warnings/Content warnings: Smut, sex n stuff, major noncon, blood, cutting, virginity loss, Dom! Patrick, he is a psycho, Patrick Bateman being Patrick Bateman yk the classic stuffs

Note: Idk wrote this cus yk why not and I was feeling extra spicy (deranged), only did minor edits so sorry if it's kinda shit. This was very VERY self-indulgent. I tried to leave it gender neutral but it's definitely more fem. Sorry

Summary: uhhhhhhhh yeah

It was about that time of the year where things started ramping up for Pierce & Pierce : Mergers and Acquisitions.

Well not really it's a very grey place to work. You. Well you were just an office runner, no real handling of anything important appart from maybe keeping the pens in stock and making sure there was enough paper in each printer. Making sure the common areas were kept up like restocking kitchen suplies, cups for the water fountain and mediocre coffee station.

The best part of the job was spending the company credit card on snacks and stocking up the snack bar in the "kitchen" area. The kitchen wasn't really a kitchen it resembled a tiny apartments sad excuse for a kitchen but it was missing the stove and oven. Instead replaced with a tiny bench top microwave. Besides the point spending money on cute little snacks and restocking the snack bar was very therapeutic.

You took alot of pride in the "kitchen". I mean there's not much u can take pride in, in this job. You were technically a "secretary" but... It was mainly Jean which took care of the classic secretary jobs.

I'd like to think of it as secondary secretary or on call assistant. Unlike Jean you moved around a lot more whereas she was more glued to her desk replying to emails and phone calls. She was always so polite when she needed me to run some papers to another person. Usually you were last to leave the floor, after Jean leaves for the night you stay back replying to the last lot of emails she didn't get to, usually it was just 5-6 emails with 3 sentence replies.

She's pretty good at getting through the influx of emails everyday but the ones left weren't anything too big so you didn't mind getting the rest done.

Also, you stayed back just in case someone else on ur floor stayed back and needed some errands run.

More often then not its was to pick up food... Again. Half the time you were on coffee runs, lunch runs, another coffee run, another late lunch run, snack runs etc. The snacks run out rather quickly actually. If it wasn't food you would be picking up things from the post office, things from the dry cleaners or once again running a Manila folder to another big grey building down the block. Tonight wasn't so different. You stayed back like usual today there weren't any emails to reply to so you sat at Jeans desk surfing the Web and online shopping.

Tonight Patrick was staying back, you didn't know why it's not like he does anything appart from being a dick. Everytime u passed his office you saw him he reading a magazine in his office or doing a crossword. Everytime he had called you in to run a task it was something useless like throwing a piece of paper from his desk to his trash can in the left corner of his office which he was too lazy to do. He definitely does it just to fuck with you because every time there was a condescending or snarly comment. Of course you would without fail glare daggers at him or reply with an equally snarky and condescending remark.

Scrolling mindlessly for shit you didn't need untill the phone started ringing. It was Bateman. So with a annoyed sigh you picked up "Yes, what." you said impatiently. Honestly you just wanted to go, it was boring and you wanted to use your new artisan bath bomb. Plus it was Friday. "Come here" and then he promptly hung up. What could that prick even want. Getting up with a heavy huff and an attitude walking up to his glass office and pushing open the door.

You stared at him with an expectant look, 3 seconds had passed before he decided to speak. "I need you to carry this" gesturing to the fancy wine and Armani wine glass set that he got gifted today. "seriously... Too weak to carry this your self?". He ignore you putting on his blazer and picking up his breiff case ready to walk out. Bending over to carry his gifts you follow behind him leaving his office.

The elevator ride down was silent and full of tension. What a dickwad you thought. As we got to the ground floor there was a Porsche already waiting. Walking around back to put the wine and glases in the boot suddenly hearing "no I need you to hold on to them in the car, don't want them breaking now do we" he says emphasing the last few words. The driver opens the door for you to get in and shuts it after you give him a slight nod.

Patrick is already seated next to you and staring out the window. God even the way he sits is pretentious. Sooner or later we arrive at his apartment complex. We get out and he waves the driver away. What a dick move, you now had to call your own cab home. After he makes you carry the shit up to his apartment on he makes you call your own cab home??? God what did you ever do to make him hate you so much.

The whole journey you had been glaring at the back of his head trying to burn a hole through his skull. He unlocked his door and opened it up waiting expectantly for you to walk through. You do. As you look around trying to find a table or something to put his stuff down on. At this point your arms were tired and you were exhausted. Not to mention that it was a fucking Friday night. Your eyes landed on his white marble counter top and finally dropping his useless glasses and stupidly expensive wine off. His place was nice but boring as you expected. Clean but a maximalists nightmare.

As the weight left your arms you sighed and went to turn around and leave as you heard a *click* the sound of the door locking.

Did this bafoon straight up forget he just let someone into his apartment??? Walking up to Bateman who was leaning back against his apartment door looking sly. "okay ur stuff-" before you could finish your sentence he had you in a choke hold with a cloth over your nose and mouth. Struggling like a maggot in the beak of a bird, thrashing around untill all went dark.

Blurry white was all you could see. What happened. What the fuck. As your vision came back you sat up slowly. Where. What. You were confused and still trying to figgure out what was happening. Hands shakey reaching up to rub the blurring out of your eyes. Checking yourself for any missing limbs or anything that might indicate what happened. As you explore you feel a thick collar wrapped around your neck. Huh?? Pain shoots through your whole body. In two distinct pulses. As soon as it stopped you hear a chuckle comming from behind you. Turning you see Patrick sat on a chair looking awfully proud of himself. "Patrick..what's going on?" there were tears welling up but you were not going to let them spill.

He hold up a remote with 3 buttons shaking it like a toy in front of a baby tauntingly not saying anything. Pressing one of the 3 buttons with a click that almost echo's in the room. Instantly you feel the pulsing pain shoot through you body again. This time it went on for one second longer but it felt like a minute.

Angry and scared you shouted at him but all that came out was a high pitched pip and air getying caught in your throat. "awww what's wrong? Cat got ya tongue?" he teases walking closer now being over to meet your eye level.

You were on his bed, atleast he had the courtesy of putting you on his bed instead of the hard floors. Gathering your voice back up "Patrick what the fuck?" you manage to snap.

"I would drop the attitude if I were you"

"No Patrick what the actual fu-" pain sears through your limbs once again making you double over onto your side. "Be nice. Or ill shock you till your brain oozes out of your thick fucking skull" Patrick spits out, the dislike apparent in his voice.

As the pain subsides you open you eyes back up eyes landing on the knife he was now holding in his other hand. "Patrick why... Why?" looking up at him as he looms over the edge of the bed, voice no longer as strong or determined but quiet. Putting the knife down oh is side table he grabs a fist full of your hair making you sit up and look him directly in his eyes. "since you think ur so fucking smart why don't you figgure it out" adding a hmmm at the end as to belittle you even more. As if this wasn't already enough.

"what do you want" you whine out eyes casting down. His eyes were piercing straight through you. You didn't want to admit it but something inside you found this oh so very hot.

Letting go of you hair and grabbing his knife back he opens a closet. Watching his movement closely trying to figgure out what he was possibly going to get. He starts to set up a tripod. Oh God what the fuck you think to ur self. Panicking even more if that was even possible.

Adjusting the camera to face you he clicks a few buttons then clears his throat. "Ass up for the camera" in a stern demanding tone. Looking at him questionably to counter he holds up the remote for the shock collar you had on. Almost challenging you. Reluctantly you get on all 4s and arch your back with ur bum facing him and the camera. His footsteps comming closer untill you feel cold sharpness run up the back of ur thigh. Staying silent as he rips you skirt off leaving you in your stockings and a thong. You were still basically dressed but felt so naked and vulnerable. As he threw the now fabric rectangle on the floor he spanks your ass. The stinging making you involuntarily let out a little whimper of confused pleasure. "oh, so your are a little whore" feigning surprise. Hearing something scrape against the bed you try looking for clues as to whats to come next but fail as he strikes you with a whip? Cane? Unknown but it stung. Yelping as the thing made contact. The weight on the bed shifted as he got closer shoving ur face into the blankets "don't move bitch" he whispers into you ear before moving off again. Now you have deduced it was infact a cane and he wasn't going to tap you lightly. Striking your ass with the cane again and again while berating the living hell out of you. It hurt so good as tears soaked into the sheets. You could feel your pussy pulsing but you couldn't let Patrick know that.

"please stop" you were begging him as he kept whipping your cheeks with the cane. "Patrick please it hurts so much" "yeah it's supposed to hurt you dumb cunt" a few strikes later he stops. "stand up" he orders. Mustering up the strength you feel your stiff joints scream as you step onto the floor and straighten you knees and back. He's behind the camera "go have a good look at yourself" gesturing with his head to the mirror.

As you near you see the dark red lines left by the cane. Beads of blood forming at the skin and the skin that did split the blood was smeared by the other smacks all across your cheeks. "you see that" you nod slowly still looking at the carnage of your cheeks. "that's what sacarstic sluts get, I'm not letting you off with just that either" he warns as he roughly grabs you arm dragging you back to the edge of the bed and forcing you into your knees.

You could feel the heat and the pain radiate from your ass as your knees made contact with his carpet. With a hand firmly grasping at you hair and the other one skilfully undoing his belt and fly he pulls down his silk boxers revealing his massive hard cock. "don't just stare open up" yanking your head back so you would be looking up at him. Opening your mouth reluctantly he roughly shoves his cock in. Your hands automatically push against his thighs to no avail. He was so strong all you could do was grip at the fabric of his pants as he kept gagging you. He didn't let you breath and all you could hear was triumphant groans of pleasure comming from him. Your things were pressed together trying to quell the throbbing down stairs. As he pulled his dick out and let you breath he yanked to to your feet and forcefully ripped your shirt off and harshly yanking your bra off as the straps snapped and the claps split. "oh wow would you look at that, you don't know how long I've been wanting to fuck you brainless" as he roughly fondles your chest. His hand making its way up to you neck and then pushing you back onto the bed. "Patrick" you pleaded "Patrick please don't I'm" struggling to get out the words as he tightened his grip around your throat.

All you could do was let out a strangled moan. Finally letting go he sat back onto his knees and spreading your legs so that his cock was right at the entrance of your coochie.

Looking at him with pleading "Pat please don't, please I'm.." "finish ur sentence bitch" as he rest a hand on your inner thigh ready to rip your tights off. "I'm a virgin please don't"

"ur so fucking stupid ur pissing me off you fucking whore" as he rips a hole in your stockings and completely ripping your thong off leaving fabric burn marks on your hips. Without a second he thrust his girthy penis inside. Instinctively you tighten around him yet your legs were trying to push him away. None of your protest did Jackshit. Leaning to the side he grabbed the knife off the night stand again. Pressing his body against yours as he slid the knife up too your throat holding it there as he looked into your eyes while fucking you. All you could do was hold onto his forearm to lessen the pressure of the blade against your throat.

It hurt so bad but he didn't slow down he was pounding into you harder and faster. A shamefully moan every time he trusted into you. "you like my cock you little cum slut? Ofcourse you do u pathetic bitch" "because that's what you are aren't you" he cooes as you moan. He keeps ramming into you harder and faster untill you feel him cum inside of you.

A few final pumps and as he lifts himself up pressing his hand on your chest admiring what a mess you had become. "look at me" you had to fight your mind fog to look at him. "mm pa-" he slaps ur face leaving a sting hand print on your cheek "it's Sir." "slut" he spits out. "sir please no more" pleading with him again now fully exhausted. He just chuckles and walks back over to his camera taking it off the tripod and filming manually. "open up" hitting you leg lightly expecting you to spread them open again. But you didn't hear him still in a daze trying to process what just happened.

One quick shock back to reality quite litteraly you instantly spread open your legs. Kneeling down with his camera he reaches his fingers to display his hard work to the camera. You could feel the warm cum oozing out of your slit. As he kept using his fingers to spread your lips open. Standing back up again. "hands off your tits bitch" he demands. Slowly uuncrossing your arms from your chest you prop yourself up to face him properly with your legs still open. He's filming you. "okay repeat after me, I'm just a hole" "I'm just a hole" you whisper weakly. He drops the camera a bit to look at you and sighs with disappointment "a bit more enthusiasm and smile a bit" tilting his head to the side in sly mockery. "your a slut. Act like one" he states impatiently then lifting the camera back up. "I'm just a hole" this time you exclaimed with more life, surprisingly a smile was easy to muster up.

That sick part of you enjoyed this. "see that's not so hard is it" he teased as he propped the camera back on the tripod. This time he opens the night stand and grabs something. You couldn't quite see. *click* he opens it to reveal a switch blade. Frozen you followed him with your eyes as he sat opposite you. "patric- sir w-what are" squealing as he lunges at you pressing you back down on the bed.

His weight and strength being impossible to struggle against. "stay still doll, it's easier if you stay still" he chuckles as the knife nears your face. "pat" you manage to squeak out as he sliced up the corner of your mouth and up your cheek. The warm blood running down the sides of your head and down your neck. You actually started crying now the tears which you held back so long came pouring down mixing with the warm thick blood from your cheeks. He had finished with your other cheek now sitting back. Losening his tie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt. "look at how much prettier you are now" looking at you with admiration for his handy work. Taking off his tie "hands" he said composed like he didn't just mutilate your face, you stretch out your arms to him as he ties your writs up with his tie then strapping it through a slot in his headboard.

Grabbing his switch blade again he drags it up your thigh stopping when he reaches your sternum. Paralized in shock, fear and... Love? Your breaths slow down as he looks back up at you. "it's okay doll, just customising you a bit alright?". Proceeding to slowly carve his name into your torso. Each letter painfullfully deep and deliberately slow. Making you squirm with each slice. The muffled sobs bouncing around the room.

After he pumped 3 more loads into you he flopped onto his back and reaching for the smokes on his side table. Lighting one up puffing away nonchalantly. After he was done, he snuffed the cig putting it out above the I making the the dot above the I in Patrick.

Untying your wrist and you stared at the wall. Making his way to the bathroom and bring back a warm towel he kisses you for the first time tonight on your now dried up bloodied cheek.

Before tenderly wipeing the blood and dried tears off your face. You sat there on the bed not moving but concious just not moving. He got a second warm towel after the first one got drenched in blood to wipe down your torso and the rest of the dried blood off your body. "Get under the covers" his voice now softer. Before heading back to the bathroom to do his night ime routine. Getting under the blankets. Curling up into the fetal position despite the pain of the cuts in your torso screaming to stop. Trying to fall asleep. The lights flicked off and the bed dipped as Patrick got under the covers his warm body pressed up against your battered body. You were divided. You hated him more than ever you were scared, confused, angry, tired and yet your body seemed to move on its own. You sank back into his chest and arm as he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck. He was completely different than who he was 30 mins ago. You couldn't imagine the Patrick you saw in the office doing all that to you. You couldn't imagine the Patrick that cut you up pressing that soft tender kiss he just kissed on the back of your neck. Yet he did.

Note: y'all got the good ending smh I might write a different ending with more smut lol idk.

Lmao

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