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balesfx · 27 days ago

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they're permanent and i'm not

patrick batman x fem!reader

smut ! , power exchange, degradation, knife play, cutting, some blood play, sadist!patrick (when is he not), dub-con

a/n : yay first fic here umm.. i haven't written in a while…cut me some slack

♫ : under your spell — snow strippers

"Be quiet."

Patrick's hand encased your mouth, pinching the skin of your lips up into your teeth as you strained a whine. Your jaw ached with surpressed retaliation and still his palm pressed tighter. The cool touch of the bedsheets beneath you kept you from overheating under Patrick's large frame, skin against skin causing a fire like presence between the friction of your bodies.

Your hands tugged at the fabric, a pathetic attempt at dragging away from him. Of course, the feeble action only made him tougher. Patrick's free hand grappled to your shoulder and yanked you back, ripping a muffled yelp from your throat.

"No, no…you can't leave. No, not yet…" His lips dipped down into the curve of your neck, his breath a tingling humid. The gentle kiss he pressed to your skin caused the nerves in your body to jump in unwarranted confusion. The tender gesture was a heavy contrast to the rest of his aggressive ministrations and your eyebrows furrowed.

The more you squirmed, the more evident the weight of his cock felt on your lower back. The erect member sent shocks down your spine everytime it brushed along your skin, your stomach fluttering each time Patrick released a hesitant and vunerable noise at the sensation. Miniature foreshadowings of your flesh wrapped around his dick caused it to twitch, flicking up against his abdomen and making him tense.

"Fuck—Fuck, stop moving." He heaved. And for some strange reason, you obliged, your body completely freezing. You swallowed dryly as you listened to him catch his breath, adjusting himself.

His hand finally relieved itself of it's grip on your mouth and you let out a choked breath, your head snapping back with a heavy breath.

"You really know how to treat a woman, don't you?" Your voice held a risky sarcasm, your head craning over your naked shoulder to see him crouched over the edge of his bed. Despite his…more than frustrating personality, you could never genuinely hate him. And when your gaze darted down between his muscular thighs, you certainly couldn't abandon that.

When he didn't respond to your quip, a quiet concern lingered in your chest. By now, he would've said several spat sentences, all of which incoherent and nearly inaudible but stabbing nonetheless. Your neck strained further as you propped yourself up on your elbows, seeing him finally lean back up.

"Patrick? What's taking—"

The impatient look from your face completely dispersed into a bewildered expression, the flush in your cheeks paling with caution. Patrick stared down at you, his eyelids heavy and irises dark as he crawled back up your legs. One hand slid up the back of your thigh and cupped your ass cheek, the other occupied with something far less softer.

His fingers tightened around the handle of a delicate knife, the blade reflected almost beautifully. Nothing too large, not a butcher knife, though obviously not a butter knife. You blinked back the blur in your sights to look back up at his face, speaking his name once more.

"Patrick?"

"Yes, dear."

Your heart skipped involuntarily once again. Your fingers fidgeted with the sheets in your now sweating palms, trying to decide whether or not to pull away again.

"…Why do you have that?" You asked carefully. He took a breath and leaned down, kissing along the back of your neck. Your head turned back over to hang off your tensed shoulders, your breath shuddering.

Patrick's teeth grazed down your spine, nipping vaguely at your skin with thin bites each chance he could get. With a quiet groan he swayed back up, his lip on your ear.

"Why not."

The cold and startling feeling of the knife's flat surface sliding across your back made you yip, your head shooting up. Patrick's free hand grabbed you by the hair and shoved your face into the mattress. He tipped the knife forward as to drag it's pointed end along your skin, poking downward into it though refraining from breaking through your epidermis.

As much as you wanted to throw him off and call him insane, playing with danger like this made you much wetter than you would have liked. Each time his knife would slide along you tail bone or spine, your cunt fluttered with a new found sense of want. Not to mention his bobbing cock lying dense between your legs. Christ, this was crazy.

"Your perfect…" Patrick sighed out, "Like a blank canvas."

You were about to respond with some plead or praise or whatever it may be before you were cut off by the sudden motion of the knife. It stood up from it's flattened position and you could now feel the narrow edge pressed down against your skin. The sudden switch sent a panicked jolt down your body, the excitement budding in your already flushed pussy.

"Patrick—" You hitched into the mattress, "Shit—Patrick, careful with that."

You could nearly hear him grin, a chuckle marinating in his chest.

"Relax. I know what I'm doing." He said.

His words alleviated very little of your worry, but you nodded anyway. The shift in vibe when his free hand traveled down between your thighs distracted you enough.

Patrick's thick fingers slid politely through your slick folds, rubbing up and around your entrance to tear a few whimpers from your throat. He dipped further and lapped his touch along your clit, agonizingly slow up and down movements causing you to tense.

"A-Ah, shit…" Your face buried into a nearby pillow.

Patrick's eyes shifted ever quickly up to your back again, lifting his wrist just a bit so the knife now hovered a hair above your back. Sunlight streaming through the slit of his curtains bounced off the blade and stung his eyes, the pure presence of the weapon enough to present even the slightest resemblance of vulnerability in his form. His hand twitched.

Patrick looked back down, his fingers curling up to rub his knuckle up through your folds, bumping up almost painfully over your clit with each motion. A weighing heat pooled down below your stomach and you moaned again, lifting your head to catch your breath.

"Stay down." Patrick demanded. Your head dropped again. He smiled at your obedience, his voice sultry. "Good girl."

Gingerly, he pressed one finger up into your hole, sliding it through the slickened tunnel and enjoying the way you tightened around him. "Easy."

His finger worked thoroughly along your walls, his knuckle once again pressing forward as his unoccupied digits circled your clit. You could feel yourself basically spilling around his touch, choking when he added a second finger. The two danced and scissored inside you and your heart fell like it was about to jump out your throat.

Patrick's cock was already leaking pre at this point, slickening the patch of your skin it lied on. The knife continuously twirled around in the air, his eyes locked down onto your smooth body. Such an untouched and delicate thing, he was like a moth to a flame. His drive for corruption spun like a storm in his mind, his weak restraint being the only consultant he had to keep him from driving the knife down into your back and out your chest.

Then again, the presence of restraint did not mean the promise. When his fingers twisted a secondary time and you let out yet another yelp, his head shot up almost bird-like and his hand jerked down instinctively. The blade dragged deliciously across your flesh, leaving an invisible trail behind it that only began to fill with blood once he lifted the weapon away.

"Patrick!" Your head immediately flipped over your shoulder to look down, your eyes wide and jaw fallen in disbelief. "What the fuck! Jesus christ, why would—"

"Fuck, don't talk." He groaned, staring down at the dribbles of blood that now rained down your side. They inked the bedsheets, seeping into it like paint and the thought of this fabric being stained in your blood made his dick pulse, his arms trembling. He pulled his fingers out your cunt without warning and you whimpered out a discomforted noise.

"I told you to be careful, I can't…"

"Don't. Talk."

Your lips shut tight. Patrick crawled downward, setting the knife next to your thigh so he could grip your skin with both hands. He leaned down and exhaled a trembling breath into your new wound. You winced, ogling downward.

His eyelids fluttered in doubt before his head crouched and he licked a long stripe up from one edge to the other, collecting the crimson liquid on his tongue. He savored the iron taste and shuddering as he swallowed.

You couldn't even say anything. What were you supposed to say? 'Hey, thanks, but I think they make wipes for that!'

Your lips parted to speak but all you could do was whimper. Patrick blinked back up, his eyes foggy and dazed in this strange bloodlust.

"Head down." He growled. Your ear pressed back into the pillow, your entire body on edge.

Patrick grabbed the knife again and crawled back up, this time positioning himself between your legs and bending them up aside his hips uncomfortably. The stretch of your cut made your eyes water and you sniffled against the fabric that muffled your mouth.

"I like you better like this. When you're not rambling my ear off." Patrick noted, his free hand moving down to give his cock a few languid strokes, his head tipping back with a low groan before he scooted up. "Makes my life much more efficient."

Your stomach sank in a slight shame. Though the emotion didn't last long when you finally felt the gentle resistance of his tip aligning at your entrance. He bit his tongue, his hips softly pushing forward.

"Yeah…mm, you're so good for me." Patrick moaned under his breath, slowly thrusting forward. His indolent fingering was certainly not enough prep, but trying to convince him otherwise would be more of an inconvenience than everything was right now. So you stayed silent.

He sucked an inhale through his teeth, his fist setting the knife back down onto your back, "So tight…"

You were convinced your nails would tear the sheets at how tightly you were gripping them, the moan suppressed in your throat making you all the more stiff.

Patrick thrust again, this time sliding the knife in rhythm with his movements, cutting you once again. You mewled into your pillow, that stinging sensation rippling through your skin as you felt that blood dripping just as before. Patrick slid his fingers through the puddle, catching as much as he could on the digits before pulling them up to his mouth and sucking on them, drinking down your taste with a hunger like none other.

Each roll of his hips that went by, a new cut was slashed into your back, some horizontal, some verticle, all bled the same. You could feel yourself growing lightheaded the quicker he pounded into your pussy, his free hand gripping and slapping your ass any chance he got.

"F-Fuck, look at you…" He grunted, "Goddamn corpse."

The way he seemed to get harder at that statement made a freezing emotion spill down your spine, unsure of how to take it. He slammed forward again, his tip nudging at your womb and making you cry out.

"Ah—Patrick, please…!"

You didn't know what you were pleading for. For him to stop cutting you or for him to fuck you softer, neither of you could tell. Either way, he wouldn't have listened.

He released a crippling moan, his waist snapping down repeatedly as his attacks grew less coordinated and all he could do was leave little, prickling snips along your flesh, his pleasure getting the best of him and soon he dropped the knife completely. Patrick grabbed your hips near bruisingly and shoved you closer, trying to pound as deep as he could into your cunt just to hear you scream.

"You're fucking pathetic. Letting me cut you up like that." He panted. Your voice wobbled as you spoke, your pussy clenching as a creamy ring formed around his shaft.

"I-It's what you wanted…" You answered weakly.

Patrick hummed, his palm rubbing along your back again to listen to you cringe at the pain. His thrusts became erratic and those heaving breaths struggled back out his lips. The few tight whines that escaped him was what made any night with him worth it. Your clit twitched as the noise replayed over in your head like a skipping record.

"Hah—G-God, I'm gonna cum…" He trembled, his forehead dropping down against your neck. Your eyes rolled back into your head when your own orgasm hit you like a freight train, one hand reaching aimlessly for him and the other tugging at the pillow. Your walls clenched around him and Patrick almost yelled, his nails digging into your skin.

"Yeah–Yeah, fuck…!" Patrick's eyes squeezed shut and he gave a final thrust of the hips, pinning you completely down as he shot heavy ropes of cum deep inside you, completely painting your innards.

The both of you collapsed in exhausted heaps. Tears still built up in your eyes as he deliberately lay on your wounds, enjoying the way you squirmed in pain.

After a few short moments, he finally lifted up, pulling out of you with a sharp noise. His thumb stretched up your cunt to watch his seed laggardly drip out onto the bed, your hole contracting as everything tried to cool down.

"Incredible." He whispered.

ext : it's 2:30am as of finishing this, this hasn't been proof read and i am half asleep so good night love you

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