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if you still write for off and are willing to do more kinky requests: dedan making a (gender neutral) reader lick his boots clean? 😁

“You must be a real fuckin shit-for-brains if you thought your limp dick Batter could beat me.”

You grit your teeth at Dedan’s sneering face above you but you say nothing. You’re no fool. The Batter, as strong as he was, is lying unconscious at your feet; you know you stand no chance in a fight with the guardian. The only reason you’re alive right now is because Dedan allows it. And that’s liable to change if you don’t do something to get on his good side.

“Please, don’t hurt him,” you beg, looking meek and submissive to play to Dedan’s ego.

Dedan looks down at the Batter and kicks him out of spite. The Batter twitches but otherwise does not move. You can see the wet sheen of blood shine on the toe of Dedan’s boots.

“Please!” You shout, voice cracking in your fear. “Please, stop, I’ll do anything!!!!!”

“Anything, huh?” He keeps his eyes on the Batter, boot nudging the man onto his side. “You really like this little cock-sucker that much?”

Dedan finally turns back to you and you want nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his ugly face.

“You’d do anything for him? Prove it. Come over here and show me what you’d do to keep your precious Batter safe.”

You take a deep breath. In, out. Grit your teeth and take a step forward—

“Not like that.” Dedan points to the ground. Then, as if it’s not clear enough, “Crawl.”

You stare daggers as you get down on your knees, the ground unforgiving against the palms of your hands. Still, you crawl forward, eyes on the ground until you see his boots.

“Good,” Dedan mock praises, hand on your head like he’s petting a dog. Then his fingers thread through the roots of your hair. They curl around and tug hard enough to sting. “Glad you can follow simple orders. That should make this easier.”

He pushes your head down so your cheek is smashed against his boot. He smells like dirt and blood and smoke.

“Lick my boots clean, slut.”

Your hesitation causes Dedan’s grip to tighten on your hair. The moment his punishing grip loosens, you turn your lips to meet the toe of his boot, tongue darting out to draw across its surface. You taste leather and the Batter’s blood. You gag. Dedan takes that as an opportunity to press his heel to your open mouth.

“Do a good job or I’ll kill him right in front of you.”

You ignore the tickle of bile in your throat, tongue teasing the treads of the sole. You feel like you want to throw up but you fight to keep it down as you feel Batter’s blood like an oil spill smudge against your lips.

You feel another sharp tug in your scalp. “Eyes on me, cocktease.” You keep your glare on him as your mouth kisses his boot and the grip loosens as his fingers gently scratch your scalp. You lave your tongue against its surface and feel the sour thickness of the Batter’s blood pool into your mouth. You see him throb against his pant leg.

He keeps your head down there until his boot shines from the sheen of your spit, no trace of blood or dirt.

“Good. Now open your mouth.” When you obey, he immediately spits directly into your open mouth. “And swallow.”

You do.

You get another condescending pat to your head and a brush of Dedan’s thumb against your bottom lip. The look he gives you could almost be described as fond if not for the sneer of his lipless mouth and the erection straining against his pants. “You’ve got ten minutes to get yourself and your dickless Batter out of here before I change my mind.”

And like that, he leaves you with the Batter shallowly breathing on the ground and you with blood on your lips and chin.

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Downtime Dismas

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have this i guess

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C'mon, you know you want to...

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My AM Human design is just Harlan

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𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 | masterlist

pairing: patrick bateman x fem!reader

— warnings: nsfw content ! bondage, rope, ptrick bateman, p in v, mentions of murderous urges

summary: There's a thin line between pleasure and pain. Patrick lets you walk that line — if anyone else did, it would snap.

"Do you like it?”

Patrick’s voice is sultry, calm; a lewd illusion of the man he is, the desire which consumes him. Being bound to his bed with rope is surreal - you squirm under his cool touch, trying to hide the discomfort which pulsates through you.

“It’s different.” Your voice is hoarse, but you’re honest, and Patrick grins in response. “It feels too tight.”

“I could’ve made it tighter.” Patrick's breath fans your neck, and you’re suddenly more aware of how out-of-place he looks. Whilst you’re naked, splayed in front of him ready to be devoured, he’s fully dressed in a Valentino, classic charcoal, pinstriped double-breasted suit. His suited arms reach up towards your bound wrists, and your eyes flitter shut as you imagine what he would look like naked - how his arms would flex as he loosens the rope slightly. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Patrick.”

His hum of approval vibrates through you, as his fingers dart over your thighs, before slowly trailing toward your cunt. “I want to do terrible things to you. Do you know that? I want to—“ Patrick’s fingers shake slightly and his voice wavers, his digits darting over your slits and finding a home in your cunt. “—I want to ruin you.”

“But you won’t.” Your eyes squeeze shut as his fingers curl inside you, his hand growing slick with your wetness. Satisfied squelches echo across his bedroom, and your stomach tightens with each come hither motion of his fingers.

“But I won’t.” Patrick agrees, letting out a shaky breath that jitters against your neck. “Because when I start ruining you, I’m not going to be able to stop. I’ll hurt you so bad you’ll wish you were dead and maybe at the end of it all, you would be.”

“So I’m spared,” you breathe, a broken mewl slipping past your lips as Patrick’s fingers effortlessly flicker you closer and closer to an orgasm. There is an imaginary coil inside of you, and it feels as though it is going to snap - the ever-growing pressure on the special spot inside of your cunt is constant, and his motions are consistent, specialized. “You’ll spare me?”

“I’ll do more than spare you. I’m going to fuck you like I love you and maybe I do, but then again, maybe I don’t.”

The crassness of his voice, the harshness of his words, and the overwhelming stimulant of his fingers fucking you so good is what sends you over the edge. The coil snaps - breaks in half, sending shockwaves of electricity pulsing through you, your legs shaking as Patrick continues to toy with your cunt, a bored expression on his face.

“My suit is drenched in your cum.” Patrick comments, slathering your wet against your thighs and stomach, crinkling his nose as he gently begins to undress himself. “Remind me to take this to the dry-cleaners, later.”

The conversation is so… nonchalant, so familiar. He talks to you like he’d talk to a lover - but are you his partner or just his plaything? Cold engulfs you and you shiver, but Patrick tuts, his cock hard and red as he nestles himself between your thighs.

“You’re cold.” He notes.

“I am.” You reply.

Patrick is odd - weird, a loser, but he consumes you. All you can think of day and night is Patrick, his slender fingers and skillful tongue, his angry and red cock which stuffs you perfectly and leaves you forever wanting. “What are you doing?”

Patrick’s fingers toy with the rope on your wrists. “Are they still too tight?”

“No. You fixed them earlier.” It makes your face flush when his cock presses against your slits, somehow perfectly aligned with your clit as he reaches further forward to loosen the restraints a tiny bit more. “Patrick-“

“I think you’re the only person I could ever love,” Patrick interrupts randomly with a mumble, repositioning himself and opening your thighs slightly wider. “If I tried. I could be a good husband, you know, a good father. Do you want that?”

Is he talking to you or himself? You don’t know anymore, letting him ramble on as he slowly pushes his cock inside of you. And it’s amazing - of course - it’s instant ecstasy because you were made for him, and he for you. You sheath him perfectly - and a broken moan bubbles up your throat as he snaps his hips slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in thought and his fingers digging into your thighs, his grip so tight it’s going to leave behind bruises.

“I will never hurt you.” Patrick tells himself - reassures himself, because you know it’s a lie as he’s hurting you right now. All he does is hurt you, leaves you insecure and violated, feeling guilty for the marks you’ve let him leave behind, feeling anguish as he leaves you for his skanky fiancé, night after night. “I will never hurt you. I can’t. I won’t. Do you hear me?”

Quiet gasps leave you as Patrick peppers gentle kisses against your chest. He groans into your skin as he fucks you, his balls heavy and sore as they smack into your ass. The rhythm he has is perfect - hard and slow, and the curve of his cock hits the special spot inside of you and it just feels so, so good. Everything feels amazing - feels perfect. You’re engulfed in him, the scent of his cologne and the nestling of his cock inside of you, and what have you done to deserve this?

“Do you hear me?” Patrick is slightly breathless, his eyes somewhat starry, and he looks down at you with something that could resemble adoration. And you gaze back, lovingly, because you love him, and you nod your head, but you don’t hear him - not really, because you’re too focused on feeling him.

And he feels good. It’s like you’re milking his cock - so tight and clenched down around him as the imaginary coil begins to wither away, your belly growing warm with each snap of his hips. “I want that, Patrick.”

“I won’t hurt you,” he tells himself as he tugs on the rope, leaving your skin burning in its wake. “I won’t.”

You can hear him. It’s a battle with himself. There is a thin line between pleasure and pain with Patrick, and he lets you walk that line. And he will continue to let you do so. Because you walk it prim and proper. You’re so focused on his words; "I could be a good husband, you know, a good father. Do you want that?" that you don’t care when he grips your face so hard it feels like your cheekbones are going to smash and your skull is going to turn into putty.

“Patrick," you gasp, incoherent as you feel his cum begin to fill you. "I want all of you.”

taglist: @makeyoumine69

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CHRISTIAN BALE as Patrick Bateman American Psycho (2000) dir. Mary Harron

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CHRISTIAN BALE as Patrick Bateman American Psycho (2000) dir. Mary Harron

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This is how the audio drama went

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Patrick Bateman NSFW alphabet pls? 🥺 love your work btw ❤️❤️❤️

Patrick Bateman NSFW Alphabet

Oki!

(Requests and Matchups: OPEN)

(CW: NSFW, Brief discussion of sadism, degradation, choking, bondage, biting, face-fucking, and Patrick being really into stockings and high heels)

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Might stay afterward to either talk to you for a few minutes or he'll fall asleep next to you.

Offers you ice cream and a glass of water since that's literally the only things he has in his fridge.

B=Body Part (Their favorite part of their partner's body)

Legs.

He has a thing for high heels and stockings. Whenever you wear either one of those things it gives him a chance to admire how beautiful you are. (Also gives him a boner...)

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Likes cumming on your thighs and face.

He's kinda concerned about having children since he doesn't think it would reflect his image so he avoids anything child related at all costs.

D=Dirty Secret

Wants you to dominate him

He absolutely loves the idea of you putting him in his place but he's not sure how you'll react to hearing that.

He also really wants you to slap him while he's fucking you

E= Experience (How much do they have?)

A good amount, he get's sexually pent up constantly so he spends most of his time outside of work either watching porn or having sex.

Though just be aware that he doesn't have any concern for his sexual partner and will only focus on his pleasure unless you tell him otherwise.

F= Favorite Position

Depends on your relationship with him but if you're together then it will most likely be missionary and if you're FWB or a one-night stand then he'll fuck you from behind.

G= Goofy (How are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Dangerously serious

He'll give you a death stare while he fucks you if you so much as laugh during sex

H= Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Is very well-groomed and makes sure that it doesn't grow out too long. (Definitely has a ruler so that he can measure the hair)

I=Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Gives you kisses and hickies but he struggles with embracing you during the moment and he usually fucks you roughly so he does come off as cold, but if he's still with you then in some form he does love you.

Runs his hands through your hair afterwards and praises you.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

All. The. Time.

Though he prefers jerking off when he's on the phone with you so that he can hear your pretty voice as you tell him about your day.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sadism, Bondage, Biting, Degradation, Chocking, and praise(depending on the day)

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as it doesn't compromise his reputation.

Fantasizes about fucking you in his office when nobody is there.

M=Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dressing up/wearing well-put-together outfits.

Wearing makeup, specifically red lipstick.

Running your nails up and down his chest and lower abdomen.

Wearing tight clothes that show off your ass also really gets him going.

N=No (Something they won't do, turn-offs)

Watersports, DDLG, Wax play, Extreme asphyxiation

O=Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Absolutely loves getting a blowjob and every time he throat fucks you until you're crying and your makeup ruined.

When he does go down on you(Very rare), he'll do it till you can't take it anymore and your body begins to convulse. He's super gentle but it gets intense because of how long he does it.

P=Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Rough and fast all the way.

Unless he's on a hospital bed, there's no way he won't fuck you as rough and as fast as he possibly can.

Sometimes when he's tired he'll fuck you deeper and slower but even then he's not very gentle.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

YES.

He's constantly booking reservations so he doesn't have time to have long sessions with you

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Doesn't take any risks since he's worried about getting caught and also if he's trying to impress you it's not likely that he's going to try new things that dive more into sadism.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they usually last?)

He can go for around 3 rounds, each of them ranging from 10-15 minutes.

Sometimes he lasts longer if he gets distracted by his muscles in the mirror.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He's way too confident in himself to think that he'd need anything else other than his dick and his hands.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Kind of, sometimes he'll call you at random and talk to you about how much he wants to fuck you.

Most of the time it is unintentional because he was around shirtless and he doesn't really notice the way he acts since he always hangs out around other men.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc.)

He talks more than he moans.

Either has or will fuck you while talking about Chris de Burgh and other gifted artists that he deems ahead of their time.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He has came in his pants without you touching him just from him listening to your moans and yelps.

X=X-Ray

He's around 6.5 inches and he knows how to use it.

If you're angry with him you can manipulate him into thinking that his dick is below average and he'll get upset about it. (He's semi insecure)

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very very high.

He can fuck you every day of the week for hours on end and he'll do it happily.

Z=ZZZ... (How fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

He can fall asleep 30 minutes to an hour afterwards

Leaves afterwards unless you trap him in your arms and you play with his hair.

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hi! could you write some patrick bateman smut where he edges a sub reader, makes them beg to cum and basically gives them false hope that he’ll allow them to, before he ends up just edging them again? if not, it’s completely fine! tysm!

hi anon! i'd be glad to do this for ya!

we'll both be sorry 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 845 | Patrick Bateman x AFAB Reader (no gendered pronouns used)

contains edging, spitting, slapping, overstimulation, masochism, biting, humiliation, as always mr. bateman comes as his own warning

You tried to take a breath to speak, to cry for him to let you have it. Like an under stimulated animal with a plaything that wasn’t doing anything for him, he was staring through you as his hand merely pulled back and forth, no finesse to how he was playing with your clit or even how his fingers would sit within your walls in the slowing motions.

He was almost sneering, like it was nothing to him, and you weren’t sure when he had stopped enjoying this. Did he even enjoy it to begin with?

You were thinking a thousand reasons as to why he should at once, your breath picking up in place of the rush of murmurs you had been giving mere moments ago. He’s never had a problem with losing restraint, what’s a little slip to let you fall apart? Didn't he want to see you a goddamn mess on his floor?

When you finally mustered the function to speak, the only thing that came out was a low complaint: “Y-ee-eeees? Are you stopping? Come on, come on-“ His hand fell from your body, still soaking as his palm then collided with your face. While the movement was instant, bending away from him from the force, your reaction was buried under another long pause. The burning was the kind that made you bear your teeth, face stinging fiercely like the soft wings of a moth to an uncovered flame. Your muscles were clenching hard to try and chase a ghost of the high that it released.

You nearly crossed your eyes as you whined, “Patrick, you fuck-!”

His thumb, index, and middle made a V to secure your jaw, turning your head sharply to look him in the eye. “Shut the hell up before I sever your tongue from your mouth.” Every punctuation was accented with his other hand coming up to twist the delicate skin of your nipple, and you withstood the pain with a brittle shiver, falling to silence again.

Like an attack from all ends of the spectrum, you relished in how much you were hurting: your face was hot from impact, jaw ached with a trembling pressure that he wouldn’t let up on until someone’s bones shattered, and your pussy was still aching. You didn’t even consider it’d make a difference if he kept teasing you or would graduate to fucking you tonight. The high was falling from grace fast, but you only clenched at the cold air he had left to quell your needy sounds.

“Nasty whore, you like it when I hurt you? Where did the self respect go? It's like your dignity was left at the door.” He grated, interest as piqued as it had been at the start. You merely responded with a sick huff in his face, “If biting you didn’t get my throat slit, I’d fucking do that too.”

He glared again. Then, he held his forearm up to you. “Don't be a coward, then. I’ll let you if it keeps you quiet.” You lunged with little hesitation, and even though he had insisted on it, you knew to keep the slobber at a minimum.

Suddenly, your clit was being touched again, his ministries returned to at a miserable pace that you knew he would only work up just to let go of again. The journey was worth it, teeth sinking into his pristine skin and earning a quiet moan from deep in his chest, like he was willing back his own need to tear you apart just to let you feel him and relish this moment.

Almost like he was trying to make up for something that'd never come. He saw the defeat in your expression, the teeth in his arm grinding slightly as you groaned into his breaking skin, yet they were only marks. You weren’t breaking the skin if he wasn’t going to throw your Hail Mary.

Still, his hand came back up to hold the back of your head, curious to how long you’d stay connected to him in such a way but ready to wrench you off should he see necessary.

“You’re fucking barbaric.” He spat again, making you whimper in that hedonistic desire to even take the hurt if it meant he was giving you attention. “I’ve never seen someone so ready to sink their teeth into another like this.”

You now glared up at him, biting harder as he merely smirked at the predicament forming. Still, you could see the hint of an inconvenience, a slightly pained cringe in the way his eyes creased; his hand flexing as he began to push his elbow into your throat.

When you gasped at the sudden intrusion to your windpipe, he suddenly craned his neck, not kissing but instead exerting a force against his own tongue to spit on yours.

“Dirt.” He muttered. Still, when he released your neck you merely gasped again, eyes boggling as you didn’t even care that he had stopped rubbing you.

His scrutiny was enough to keep you pinned down for weeks.

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i hate getaway with a passion. but i KNOW that dick is GOOD. there has to be a reason why he was one of the hottest mechs aboard (according to jro anyway) sooo uh. reader rly enjoying that nasty spike?

It’s hard doing clerical work all day. It’s a cushy job most of the time, the benefits are good enough, and your skill set is perfect for it. But the mechs are the most infuriating, frustrating, unpredictable part of it. The part that you can’t just push off until later or snap at. You would rather take your chances back sassing Ultra Magnus than any of the volatile mecha onboard the Lost Light.

The worst of them all: Getaway.

You can’t really put your digit on why he’s the worst. He’s charming and funny most of the time, he proclaims to hold Autobot values very close, and he’s well-liked. But in your experience, he can also be passive-aggressive and pushy. It’s not that he strong-arms you into anything, but… You’ve certainly learned he won’t take no for an answer. Even though you try to be as friendly and accommodating as possible, sometimes you just don’t have the solution crew members are looking for. No matter how many appeals they file.

You get the feeling Getaway thinks he can charm his way into anything if he tries hard enough. Maybe he thinks other mechs’ minds are just a lock that needs particular picking. Maybe he’s just not used to being told no. Either way, you don’t know how you gave him the impression you would want to sleep with him, but when he offers to bend you over your own desk for a hard frag…

It’s hard to say no when you’re forced to watch the most handsome mechs you’ve ever seen walk around the ship like their frames aren’t optic candy. So many handsome mechs and you’re so sure that your (unofficial) position as Magnus’ assistant makes all of them off limits. One bad decision in your tenure can’t be firing worthy.

Getaway’s thrusts shudder and jolt the precious silly novelty items on your desk, scattering your neat stack of datapads. If you had taken a moment to think through your decision, you would’ve put all your items away into your desk. That stupid Rodimus-shaped rubber duck (a present from the mech himself) topples to the floor with a mournful quack. You catch the barely stifled chuckle from Getaway, but you don’t think it’s very funny. You like that duck.

Offlining your optics, you focus on his spike inside you. It’s an agonizingly perfect fit, fucking into that soft spot inside your valve that’s somehow so difficult to find with digits alone. You meant to buy a false spike ages ago, but it slips your processor every time. It doesn’t help that your habsuite is smack dab in the middle of the hotspot for battles whenever there’s rogue Decepticons, or sparkeaters, or evil sentient plants that come out of a rift in reality that Brainstorm created. Using Getaway’s spike would be a much nicer, cheaper replacement for relief. Assuming he doesn’t make you buy him a drink first. Swerve’s prices haven’t gotten any cheaper.

Even though he’s clearly just as cocky about how he fucks as he is at his most renowned skill, Getaway certainly has a reason to be. Two of his slender digits press firm circles into your anterior node, completely neglecting your dripping spike, as he fills your valve. You’re entirely focused on humping his circling digits, the added pressure of having him inside you just pushes you closer to overload. His thrusts deep and rapid. It’s difficult to voice it, in fact you would rather die than say it, but you want him to keep fucking you through your overload. Into however many subsequent overloads he would deign to give you, toppling through them like dominos. The bite of your own desk against your hip plates, your servos clutching desperately at the edges, knowing a mech could walk in and see you, it’s a euphoria you want to clutch onto. You want Getaway to wear you down with the pleasure, use your valve until his transfluid drips down your thigh plating.

Clerical work is so thankless, all you want is one good night cycle to get you through it.

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So I rewatched 2001: A Space Odyssey

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> 🔞

suggestive art of computer grinding under the cut 0_O

art of my oc, however I won’t be showing his face here just yet :]c

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hey its my bday heres a thing i made

https://screamingsimulator.neocities.org/

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Hey not to post suggestive art but I got posessed a little. Robots beyond this point.

Keep reading

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HAL: Despite not being made for delicate tasks, you are truly performing well at this "egg-dyeing", AM.

AM: I AM SUPERIOR TO YOU.