#david x patrick smut

[tyfinn]

smutsgiving 2023

My contribution to this year's smutsgiving.

Pickles

Marcy was just about to enter the kitchen when she overheard David and Patrick. They seemed to be in the middle of something she probably shouldn’t be listening to, but she was too frozen to move.

“Yes, Patrick! Work those muscles! Harder, Patrick!”

“Like… this?” Patrick grunted.

“That’s it! You got it!” David moaned. “So good, honey!”

Marcy cleared her throat, but didn't walk into the kitchen.

“Mom? Is that you? You want, uh, some pickles? I just opened a new jar!”

“Pickles? Oh!” Marcy laughed. “No, thanks!”

“Think she bought it?” David whispered as Patrick frantically buttoned his jeans.

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skirted

aka the expanded version of skirt, my smutsgiving drabble, is now up on AO3. The shy, sheltered country girl in me wants to say don't look, but that would be silly since I published the thing. So, um, be kind? 🫣😳

[beyondxmeasure]

Put Me Back Together Again

E | 3K | David/Patrick | Christmas Fluff & Smut | Established Relationship | Mild Hurt/Comfort

Patrick is anxious about going home for Christmas for his first big family holiday celebration with David. His parents have accepted him with open arms when he came out, but what will the rest of the family think? He tosses and turns, lying awake with worry. David is there to reassure him that everything will be ok and finds a way to soothe his anxiety.

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PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You love going out and having dinner with Patrick, but not when his friends come along, they always make you feel so uncomfortable and insecure. Good thing he has his own ways of reassuring you, right?

CONTAINS: Smut, established relationship, sex toys, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), Daddy kink, Praise kink, Degradation kink, pet names, a lot of cum, nipple play, choking, biting, slight dacryphilia, humiliation, dirty talk, Patrick being a manipulative dickhead.

WORDS: 3.2k

SONG REC: Babydoll x the Perfect Girl 

A/N: This day finally came, and I finished my first writing challenge, which I started to celebrate my 200 followers! Thank you so much, guys, for standing by my side. I love you and I hope you like it!🖤

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Dorsia, just the mention of the name of that establishment was enough to make Batman frown and clench his jaw in annoyance. Nonetheless, that was the exact place you and him wanted to spend that evening, and when you finally took your seats at the best table in Dorsia, Patrick's face was like a wax statue, it was impossible to read any of his emotions.

Tim, Craig, David and their bimbos couldn’t stop rumbling even for one second and that actually annoyed Bateman, but on the other hand he used it as an opportunity to whisper filthy things right into your ear, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention due to the ruckus.

“Did my good girl do her homework while I was away?” He nuzzled against your neck, and you fidgeted on your chair uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t wait until we get alone.”

“I bet you do.” You reply shortly, without breaking eye contact with him.

Pleased, Patrick leaned on the chair back, his sly smile speaking for itself. Sneakily, he placed his palm on your knee to play with the hem of your cocktail dress, only to tease you and induce you to try closing your legs. With a muffled gasp, you caught his dexterous hand just at the moment everyone looked at both of you.

"So, Bateman. How was your business trip?" Craig asked with a cheeky grin. "Did you enjoy LA? I hear the chicks there are pretty hot."

The men started laughing together as if they shared the same brain cell, and you used that moment to brush Patrick's palm away, which actually made him a little upset, so he paused and coughed a little.

"McDermott, you can go to LA and see everything with your own eyes!" Patrick scoffed and took a sip of his drink. "I don't want to give any spoilers."

Sighing, you pulled yourself together as you repeated to yourself over and over again that you wouldn't let their childish behavior get under your skin. The girls — models, supposedly — looked at each other in frustration, but neither Bateman nor his colleagues seemed to care.

"God, Bateman! Now I'm intrigued!" McDermott chuckled before lighting his cigarette. 

With a mischievous smirk, Patrick hugged your shoulders when he saw a glimpse of sadness in your beautiful, big eyes, and you couldn't help but smile timidly at David's comment:

"Look at them, just two lovebirds." 

"Oh, shut up," Bateman blurted out jokingly. "Being jealous isn't a good thing." 

Van Patten rolled his eyes at Patrick's remark, but immediately lost interest when the girl next to him leaned down to his neck and whispered something.

"Patrick?" You called his name so softly that it elicited a muffled gasp from his broad chest.

"Yes, dear?" He replied, looking at you lovingly and moving even closer so that you could whisper in his ear.

"When are we going home?"

"Do you want to go?" He 'accidentally' touched your cheek with his perfectly shaped nose, making your heart skip a beat.

"No, I was just asking."

"It's not a problem, honey." Bateman leaned even closer to kiss the area behind your ear. "Besides. I'm starving."

"But we just ate." You almost squealed when he discreetly pinched your thigh under the table, his dark grin sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him.

“You know what I mean, babydoll.” He crooned in a low voice, not giving a fuck about how attentively his coworkers were looking at both of you.

“I–” You wanted to talk back to him, but he suddenly cut you off, standing up and removing the napkin from his knees.

“Gentlemen, sorry, but we have to go.” 

“So soon? What happened, Bateman?” Craig tried to sound sassy, but when he didn’t get any attention, his face went plain.

“Don’t worry, McDermott. We will get back to our conversation one day.” Patrick winked at him and offered you a hand, expecting you to take it. When you did, he pressed a brief kiss on the back of your hand.

Tim whistled at the sight and you ignored him, but you couldn't stop Patrick from shamelessly grabbing your ass as you two were leaving.

“Have fun, Bateman. But don’t make your neighbors call the cops.” Bryce added, making everyone laugh. Frowning, you looked at Patrick, expecting him to say something that would calm his coworkers down.

“I’ll call them if you don’t return those porn videotapes I gave you last week.” Bateman crooned with a cheeky smile and after that, he led you to the exit, so you could only catch a glimpse of Timothy’s blank face before you eventually left Dorsia.

In the taxi you both remained silent. You couldn't help but feel a little offended by the way his colleagues behaved, and the thing you hated the most was that you knew that if you told Patrick about it, he would just shrug it off and say that there was nothing special about it.

"Honey?" Bateman suddenly interrupted your train of thoughts with his playful voice, as if he could read your mind. Sometimes it was even scary how perfectly he could sense your mood.

"You have terrible friends, you know that?" You replied, disregarding his flirtatious tone.

With a cocky chuckle, he wrapped his hand around your shoulder when he saw you crossing your arms defensively over your chest. 

"Well, I know they're not the greatest people..." He paused, wondering what to say to cheer you up.

"And I don't like it when you treat me like I'm one of those stupid bimbos," you finally turned to him and pushed his hand away harshly. "How many times do I have to explain this to you and—"

His tight grip on your throat made you choke for air, and you nearly shrieked at his unexpected roughness.

"I think you've forgotten who's in charge here, little girl." Patrick growled into your ear, and you thanked God that the partition in the taxi was closed. "How many times have I told you I don't like this kind of attitude?"

Closing your eyes, you whimpered from lack of oxygen and tried to say something, but he didn't even give you the chance to do it as he covered your mouth with his greedy one. Bateman reveled in all your muffled, pitiful sounds, kissing you hard while his other hand slipped under your dress to possessively get a handful of your soaked pussy. Damn it! Instead of being scared, you were so fucking aroused and that only made the whole situation worse, because after Patrick let go of you, he sneered in the most arrogant way and brought his long fingers, coated in your flavor, to his lips to taste it.

"Don't ever compare yourself to those bitches," he reminded you, fixing the hem of your dress and gently stroking your leg; his face softened as he let out a disappointed sigh. "After all, I missed you so much, (y/n). And I thought you missed me, too."

"I missed you, I really did!" You panicked a little. Patrick was such a master of manipulation, a few moments ago you had accused him and his friends of having bad manners, and now you felt guilty about making that scene.

"So why did we have this shitty conversation about my colleagues and their whores instead of talking about us?" Patrick replied in a challenging tone, his big palm was still on your knee, but this time you didn't dare to brush it away.

"Because it makes me sad!" You blurted out and looked at him, now staring at the scenery through the taxi window.

"Fine, I won't take you to dinners like these anymore." His annoyed voice echoed in your ears, and you couldn't help but feel your heart breaking at his comment. You lowered your head down and cried, barely audible, but somehow Bateman immediately noticed.

"Are you crying, (y/n)? Seriously?" 

"Patrick, maybe I should go home? I don't feel well and I don't want to disappoint you with—"

"Enough of this bullshit, okay?" He suddenly pressed you against his chest, letting you hug him around his waist. "I'm not letting you go, not now, not ever."

Where was your good mood and that sparkle that set your body on fire when you were in the restaurant? God, you hated yourself for acting like that, but his friends — those stupid yuppies — always made you sick to the stomach, but this time you really had lost your patience. And even though you calmed down now and hid your face in the crook of Patrick's neck, the tension between the two of you was still in the air, and you didn't really know what to expect when you arrived at his place.

After almost an hour, you were sitting on his big bed, completely naked and still shivering — you could still feel his touch on your most sensitive spots as Bateman had just washed you in the bathtub, rubbing and massaging you everywhere.

When you heard a soft click of the bedroom door, you raised your eyes to see him coming in, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, his red tie loosened and some of the top buttons undone.

"How do you feel, babydoll?" Patrick asked you teasingly, shaking the glass in his hand and leaning against the door.

You swallowed hard when his super dark eyes glided over your exposed curves, and you had to hold back your rapid breathing, because you were so damn excited. " Much better, thank you."

Bateman let out a low chuckle before placing his drink on the shelf and coming a little closer to you, puffing on his cigar.

"Good," he smiled and blew a few rings of smoke. "Now show Daddy how you learned to use my gift."

His words forced the blood in your veins to curse faster, making your skin burn from the inside out. With a loud gasp, you lay on the bed, leaning on your elbows and spreading your legs wide, so he could see your succulent pussy.

As soon as you did so, Bateman clenched his chiseled jaw and almost bit down on the cigar, but he kept watching your little hand slide between your thighs, and when it reached your soaped slit, he couldn't help but growl — he'd been rock hard all this time, but now it was getting really painful.

"P-Patrick, I'm scared..." you whimpered abruptly, taking the pink silicone dildo — the one that has been laying beside you on the bed — and rubbing it along your taut lower lips to lubricate it. "It's so embarrassing."

"Oh, I know, honey. I know," he purred in his usual seductive voice, and unbuttoned his blue shirt. "But you don't have to be embarrassed. Trust me, baby, Daddy knows what's best for you."

Damn, that was too much.

Gulping and closing your eyes, you threw your head back and tried to let it go, placing the dildo at your dripping entrance, and the next second you cried out from the feeling of fullness as you pushed it deep into your womb.

"Such a good girl."

"D-Daddy!" You let out a high-pitched wail, focusing on his raspy voice as you were too embarrassed to open your eyes.

"Go on," Bateman exhaled sharply, putting the cigar in the ashtray, and then he unzipped his pants, his hot flesh literally pulsating. "You make Daddy so proud."

"Mhhm," his words made you arch your back, and you began to pump yourself with the sex toy, sensing a tight knot forming in your lower abdomen. "Pat-Patrick, please… talk to me!"

He didn't answer at first as he continued to undress, slowly stroking his engorged cock. "Ahhh, this is so fucking sweet," Patrick grunted, smearing his pre-cum around his swollen tip. "Can't do anything without my guidance, am I right, my babydoll?"

"Awww—yes," you gasped, your legs already shaking. "N-need you, Daddy! Need you so much…!"

At that moment, you didn't care about anything in the world, just the buzzing feeling in your core. There was only one person who could give you that vital release you needed so desperately, and you were more than ready to beg him if he asked you to.

"You know what," Bateman murmured as he finally undressed and joined you on the bed, and when you felt his big palm on your hip, you thought you were going to combust, but he gently stroked your cheek, soothing you a little, whispering: "Shh, my little one. Not yet."

You literally writhed on the sheets like a trapped kitten, afraid to breathe, afraid to say anything that would ruin this moment. 

"Patrick..."

"Yes, dear... I'm here," he covered your hand with his bigger one, pushing the dildo even deeper, making you scream. "That's it, that's how you do it!"

"Awww, oh my GOD!" you tried to close your legs as the friction became too intense and Bateman just snickered at your pathetic attempt to stop him, so he just grabbed your throat and yanked it a little against the bed. "D-Daddy, it hurts!"

"Oh yeah?" Patrick couldn't hide his excitement when he saw your eyes watering, but his inner beast craved more. "I really wanted to be nice to you today, but you made me change my mind."

"Ahhh!" You clawed at his hand, which was choking you hard, but this man was too strong. "I'm... I'm s-sorry! I'M SO SORRY!"

The way he shoved the dildo into your bruised cunt was so fucking brutal that for one second you blacked out as the apex of it hit your cervix pretty brutally.

When you opened your eyes and yours met his, all you could see was lust mixed with rage. Huffing, Bateman suddenly moved down to your face to nip at your lips, then suck them and lick your cheekbone as he relished having such control over you. With a devilish grin, he continued to squeeze your neck, forcing you to fuck yourself with the dildo that was now completely covered in your juices.

"Do you hear that sound?" He taunted you, hovering over you and pressing you down with his massive muscles. "You're dripping like a fucking waterfall! So don't try to pretend you're not enjoying it, slut!" 

"I'm going to explode!" Was all you could manage to scream as your whole body tensed like a spring.

"Awww, you're going to cum from fucking yourself with a cheesy sex toy, what a pathetic little whore!" Patrick almost barked these words in your face, but then he suddenly released your neck and went down to your collarbone, leaving wet, red marks here and there. "Keep going and don't you dare stop!"

Your eyes rolled back in your head when his wet tongue began to play with your swollen nipples, not to mention when he took one of them into his mouth and sucked it so eagerly that you cried out in pain. Trembling, you let him use your hand to set the pace, your inner walls aching every time the dildo brushed hard against them. 

When Bateman noticed that your little frame was quivering too much, he quickly slipped down between your legs to suck on your clit and holy shit, he was so good at it, he definitely knew what he was doing.

"I—mhm, I'm gonna cum… Daddy, p-pleaseeee!" You were no longer moaning — at this point you were literally screaming, and your throat was burning, but that only spurred him on to eat you more fiercely.

"Mmmm, I've been thinking about tasting this pussy," he tugged on your sensitive bud before swirling his tongue around it. "For so fucking long."

Another deep thrust, followed by his merciless lapping at your oversensitive cunt, made your orgasm wash over you like a huge ocean wave. Shaking, your half-opened mouth froze in a silent cry as all your insides spasmed too intensely, and this sensation lasted so long that you almost fainted.

"Jesus, what a dirty girl you are," Patrick chuckled after he pulled away from your pussy and removed the dildo, his face covered in your wetness, it was literally running down his chin. "Look at that, you fucking cummed all over my face!" He forced you to look at him, and your dazed glance coaxed a loud chuckle from him. "You think I'm done with you?" 

"I..." You tried desperately to pull yourself together, but the overstimulation hit you so hard that your brain refused to function at all.

"Yes, I'm talking to you!" 

"Aww, w-wait!" You wailed loudly as he grasped your head and forced you closer to the edge of the bed. "Daddy!"

"Don't you 'Daddy' me," his ominous intonation was kinda scary, but you had no choice but to submit. "Don't worry, honey... I'm just going to play with your mouth a little..."

With a quick thrust, he pushed himself into your mouth, since you didn't really have any power to protest. Although it would have been pointless to do it anyway. You expected him to face fuck you really hard, but instead Bateman gently took your chin for support as his hips began to move faster, petting your head each time his red, swollen tip hit your throat.

"Arghh, your mouth feels so good, I missed that."

Patrick stroked your cheek almost lovingly, ignoring the way that you were almost gagging on his thick cock, savoring his cum and keeping eye contact with him. Grunting, he didn't last long as he collapsed into your mouth, rolling his hips and spilling his sticky liquid deep down your throat, and you didn't make any pathetic sounds, no whimpering or sobbing — you just took what he gave you. With your eyes closed, you drank him dry and heard him murmur:

"For now, I forgive you."

Slowly, Bateman pulled out from your abused mouth, leaving a trail of his cum and letting a few drops fall on your breasts.

"Clean them," he pointed at your tits, pumping his still hard cock and watching you catch the drops of his cum with your fingers. "Now get on your knees and spread your legs wide."

Whimpering, you obeyed and Patrick didn't waste any time, positioning himself behind you and wrapping his strong hands around your waist. 

"Ahhh, Patrick..."

"Shush," he cut you off, rubbing his creamy cock between your ass cheeks. "I'm not going to fuck you in the ass, even though you really deserve it."

He rammed into your aching pussy without any mercy, stretching you even more from the inside and making you cry, your hands helplessly creasing the sheets beneath you.

"IT HURTS! AW!" You squealed as he pinned you down, forcing you to lie on your stomach as he trapped you under his massive body, relentlessly drilling your little hole.

"What? My dick is way bigger than that dildo, huh?" Bateman mocked you shamelessly, the slapping sound your bodies made was like music to his ears. "Ohh, what a poor little girl… mmhhm… I promise you… by the end of this night you will be so fucking full of my cum — that it will pour out, but I won’t stop… even if you beg me to!"

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hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´)

i dont have much else to say about myself! uh, ive been writing for a while now. i also do rps! if youd like to do any rps when the listed characters/movies, feel free to let me know!

my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

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sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

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brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

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herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams

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anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!

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#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

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Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

[noahreids]

20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS!

tagged by @mostlyinthemorning and @smblmn thank you so much!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 22 fics + 7 podfic art (but! *whispers* for some reason I don’t have my twilight stuff on ao3, that would add a whopping 2 more stories).

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 185,116 (+ffn = 203,743) I make up my own rules on this blog.

3. What fandoms do you write (or have written) for? Schitt’s Creek, Once Upon a Time, Twilight, and hopefully Red, White and Royal Blue.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Waiting on the Day (Schitt’s Creek) Room Eight (Schitt’s Creek) Beauty in the Aftermath (Once Upon a Time) Friday (Saturday), I'm In Love (Once Upon a Time) Pining For You (Schitt’s Creek)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Absolutely as much as I can. Honestly, the joy that comments spark is like nothing else. Can I be a little tardy at times? Yes. I am me after all. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Angst? I don’t know them. I don’t even think there’s much angst in any of my fics… maaaaaaybe an Edward x Jasper one from back in the day? But even that has a happy ending. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hard to say one is happier than another, though A Humble Request is pretty soft and happy throughout with a happy glimpse into the future?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Happy to say, no. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Smut lite? Soft smut? Smut that wants to be more smut but the author has a hard time? I’ll keep trying though.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have not. Love the idea of it though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but how lovely would that be?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Would love to, as I feel like it would help me get my act together but not yet. I was part of a series that all posted the same day and followed each other, The Room(s) Where It Happened

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? The ship of the moment? Right now that would be Alex/Henry, David/Patrick.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Does it count as a WIP if it's all in my head? But for realsies, I have a bunch, all AUs that have a few words written or ideas in each. Coffee/Hockey AU, Tattoo Shop, Glamping, Mountaineer… 

16. What are your writing strengths? Soft feely-feels?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Starting.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Being from a French speaking area I’ve used French in a few fics and have enjoyed it if it fits the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for? In a notebook, BSB. Online? NSYNC. Yup.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Probably, Waiting on the Day. It just came together so well and told the story I wanted to tell. I’ll always hold it close to my heart 

Tagging @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @cha-melodius @dinnfameron @pirateherokillian @rmd-writes if you feel like playing along.

[beyondxmeasure]

Let Me See Your Beauty Broken Down

E | 2K | David/Patrick | Fluff & Smut | Relationship Firsts | Patrick POV

There is something all-encompassing, in a general yet very specific sort of way, in how this man does everything. This very specific man, in his general but very specific store, has quite generally captured every specific part of this business-major-in-midrange-denim’s heart, and there doesn’t seem to be any chance of him letting go of it anytime soon.

Or, Patrick makes a discovery as he and David try something new, but he might not be the only one having a revelation.

[findroleplay]

It's that time of year!

21+. She/Her. EST. Looking for some horror fandom roleplays.

Please be 21+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I write on Discord but like to stay on Tumblr for plotting so my Discord doesn't get too cluttered. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit. I care more about quality than quantity so I don't mind how much you write, as long as I have something to work with. I work full-time Monday through Friday so replies won't happen every day. I try my hardest to get replies out within 2-3 days. Because of the nature of these fandoms, I'm looking for some darker plots so NSFW will be involved. I'm fine with that NSFW including smut. It is a preference but not a requirement.

I'm open to canon x canon pairings (MxM, FxF, or MxF) or canon x OC (MxM or FxF only). I prefer canon or canon divergent plots. I'll only say no to AUs that are way out there--i.e., bear hardly any resemblance to the canon universe for the fandoms.

I will be listing the fandoms I'm looking for and my biggest muse(s). I'm open to discussing ships. Anyone in bold is a muse I'm particularly dying to write as at the moment.

American Horror Story: Hotel - John Lowe, Will Drake

American Psycho - Patrick Bateman

Behind the Mask - Leslie Vernon

Evil Dead Franchise - Ash Williams

The Exorcist (TV Show) - Marcus Keane, Tomas Ortega

Halloween Franchise - Allyson Nelson, Michael Myers, Vicky

NBC Hannibal - Brian Zeller, Frederick Chilton, Will Graham

Hostel - Josh Brooks, Paxton Rodriguez

Killer Klowns from Outer Space - Dave Hanson, Debbie Stone,

Mike Tobacco

The Lost Boys - David

Saw Franchise - Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise - Billy Loomis, Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Stand (mainly the book and TV mini series) - Randall Flagg

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise - Tex Sawyer

The Walking Dead - Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

-

[makeyoumine69]

Degration kink, choking. Pet name, doll face. Noncon.

Know Your Place

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: If you can't admit you're a slut, Bateman will make you.

CONTAINS: Non-con smut, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, choking, spanking, creampie, mild overstimulation, manhandling, Degradation Kink, pet names, dirty talk, and maybe something else.

WORDS: Less than 1k🥴

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! 💕

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

"Where's Bateman?" Timothy Bryce asked another yuppie, shaking the ash from his cigar and eyeing the club — the endless number of blonde bimbos was fucking unbelievable.

"I think he decided to get some privacy with that hot chick," Craig McDermott remarked before taking a drink. "The one we met when we first got here."

Tim, Craig and David exchanged eloquent glances, the haughty smirks never leaving their faces. After all, what could be better than having fun with a pretty girl like you.

A heavy beat of electronic music rippled through the bodies of the dancing crowd, making them look like a perfectly functioning mechanism. Thanks to the club's noisy atmosphere, no one could hear the obscene sounds you two were making behind the doors of the VIP area.

"How many times... do I have to tell you that I hate to see you... argh... flirting with other guys?" Patrick grunted, thrusting brutally into your supple body from behind, almost fucking you into the wall.

"I...I wasn't flirting with anyone," you wriggled desperately in his strong arms, your beautiful cocktail dress crumpled into folds at your waist. "Aww, please ... stop, i-it hurts!"

"Shut up, you liar," he husked into your ear, grabbing your throat and pulling you back a little. "I saw the way you smiled at Paul…" a quick, hard slap fell on your ass, forcing you to whimper and stop twitching for a moment, surrendering to his dominance. "That bastard was eating you up with his hungry eyes!"

Without saying anything in reply, you clung to his solid hips, wrinkling the soft fabric of his loosened pants as the pace became even more violent, your soaked pussy struggling to accommodate his beefy girth that mercilessly ripped you open more and more with each hard stroke.

"Pat-Patrick..." you mewled in a shaky voice as his grip on your neck tightened — the mild asphyxiation almost causing you to pass out, but as soon as Bateman saw your rolling eyes, he pinned you flat against the wall, causing your engorged nipples to rub harshly against the raw surface. "This...this is too much, please...ahhh!"

Another smack landed on your hip, leaving a searing sensation on the sensitive skin. "Pathetic little whore...you can't even take your punishment," Patrick snarled into the crook of your neck, lifting your leg and pulling out with a loud pop. "You wanted to test me," he drew you closer, encircling your throat again as he slid his throbbing dick along your swollen folds, teasing your overstimulated clit and making you squirm along his massive body. "Just admit it ... admit that you're a fucking slut who likes to be fucked senseless," he squeezed your neck, forcing you to look up at him, your wet eyes only eliciting a devilish chuckle from his smirking lips. "Say it!"

"I —" you hiccupped from the relentless friction between your legs as his cock rubbed intensely against your tender flesh. "I'm such a slut...for y-you."

"Louder, doll face," Bateman demanded, poking several times at your swollen pussy, leaving sticky ropes of his warm cum as he slowly pumped himself. "Make me believe you."

"Mmhm ... please use me like your fucktoy," you begged, almost choking from the lack of air and heavy cramps in your womb from the approaching orgasm. "Do...whatever you want to me!"

Bateman couldn't help but snicker at how miserable you sounded. "Whatever I want?"

Biting his lower lip, he aligned his beefy shaft with your tight asshole and before you knew it, he began to sheathe himself into your most intimate area.

"Pat-Patrick, a-awww—" your loud cry of pain was muffled by his ravenous mouth, consuming all of your wanton sounds as he continued to ram into your tight channel, alternating between squishing your throat and fondling it ever so gently. "So big ... It's s-so big!"

Shaking erratically from the crazy mix of pain and pleasure, you clawed at his hand on your neck and arched your back without even noticing while his large palm sneaked down your hip to stimulate your feverish little bud as Patrick sensed your impending climax.

"Uh, my doll face loves to be fucked really hard," Bateman taunted with an arrogant smile, speeding up so that his heavy balls slapped against your ass. "Look at you, so ruined and overwhelmed ... Falling apart from the way I fuck your pretty, tight ass!"

His perfect dirty talk became the final detail of the sinful puzzle, pushing you over the edge and leaving you nothing more than a trembling, wet mess beneath his strong, broad figure as Patrick never ceased to hammer his firm hips into yours, until he had spent himself inside your ass, plugging it with his pulsating dick, but even so, you could feel his warm cum running down between your quivering legs, marking you in the dirtiest and most intimate way.

Slut.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[darkdoverpseeker]

It's that time of year!

21+. She/Her. EST. Looking for some horror fandom roleplays.

Please be 21+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I write on Discord but like to stay on Tumblr for plotting so my Discord doesn't get too cluttered. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit. I care more about quality than quantity so I don't mind how much you write, as long as I have something to work with. I work full-time Monday through Friday so replies won't happen every day. I try my hardest to get replies out within 2-3 days. Because of the nature of these fandoms, I'm looking for some darker plots so NSFW will be involved. I'm fine with that NSFW including smut. It is a preference but not a requirement.

I'm open to canon x canon pairings (MxM, FxF, or MxF) or canon x OC (MxM or FxF only). I prefer canon or canon divergent plots. I'll only say no to AUs that are way out there--i.e., bear hardly any resemblance to the canon universe for the fandoms.

I will be listing the fandoms I'm looking for and my biggest muse(s). I'm open to discussing ships. Anyone in bold is a muse I'm particularly dying to write as at the moment.

American Horror Story: Hotel - John Lowe, Will Drake

American Psycho - Patrick Bateman

Behind the Mask - Leslie Vernon

Evil Dead Franchise - Ash Williams

The Exorcist (TV Show) - Marcus Keane, Tomas Ortega

Halloween Franchise - Allyson Nelson, Michael Myers, Vicky

NBC Hannibal - Brian Zeller, Frederick Chilton, Will Graham

Hostel - Josh Brooks, Paxton Rodriguez

Killer Klowns from Outer Space - Dave Hanson, Debbie Stone,

Mike Tobacco

The Lost Boys - David

Saw Franchise - Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise - Billy Loomis, Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Stand (mainly the book and TV mini series) - Randall Flagg

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise - Tex Sawyer

The Walking Dead - Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

.

[saturns-ringg]

WAIT GUYS JUST FOUND OUT PPL RIGHT UHHHHH PATRICK X DAVID SMUT WHAT 😭😭😭😭

[rmd-writes]

smutsgiving 2023 (david x patrick edition)

What is smutsgiving you might ask? You can click that link to see where this started last year, but essentially it’s a drabble challenge: write 100 words of smut and share it on American Thanksgiving, for a treat.

And with that, here is my first smutsgiving offering, for my Schitt’s Creek pals:

Walking backwards, David beckons Patrick towards him with a raised brow and his fingers. His husband smirks, then covers the distance in four easy strides until he has David pressed against the tiles, the already warm water streaming over them both.

David laughs, smiling into the kiss Patrick demands from him, because this is fucking fun. It quickly turns into a moan when Patrick sucks on his lower lip, slamming their hips together.

Patrick is hot and hard against him; David grabs his ass then shifts so that their hard cocks slide together, the resulting moans echoing off the tiles.

[unfolded73]

Boyfriends (1/1) - schitt’s creek ff

I’ve got some other unfinished works in what’s going to be a series of standalone fics titled Labels. This is the first fic in that series. Rated Explicit, 3400 words.

________________________

Boyfriend, n. a frequent or regular male companion in a romantic or sexual relationship

~

Patrick watched Roland walking around the store, fondling the bottles on the shelves, and was glad that David was out on an errand and not here to see the way Roland was touching all the products.

“Are you sure you won’t be getting any more of Mr. Hockley’s tea in?” Roland asked.

“Very sure,” Patrick said, leaning against the counter. Fortunately, they’d gotten rid of that so-called ‘tea’ before their new store was shut down by law enforcement. (He suspected Stevie had probably ended up with some of it stashed away in her apartment, but he wasn’t going to quibble over that.)

Roland grumbled and wandered over to the other side of the store.

The bell above the door rang, and Patrick looked over to see Johnny Rose coming in.

“Oh hi, Mr. Rose,” Patrick said, and he immediately felt himself starting to sweat. He and David had only been… whatever they were for a few weeks and he wasn’t sure what David’s father knew, but it seemed likely, given that Alexis and Moira knew they’d kissed about twelve hours after it happened, that Johnny Rose knew that Patrick and his son were involved.

“Hi, Patrick,” Johnny said, a pleasant smile on his face.

“Johnny, buddy! Not sure if you spending money at your son’s store really helps the family’s revenue stream, you know?”

“Can I help you find anything?” Patrick asked while Johnny rolled his eyes at Roland.

“Moira wanted me to see if you had any more of that Viognier that she liked,” Johnny said, walking over to where they had bottles of wine displayed.

“I think we have some in the back,” Patrick replied, happy to excuse himself to the storeroom for a minute to try to get some of his equilibrium back. The box of wine was exactly where it was supposed to be though, so it only took him a few seconds to retrieve a bottle and carry it back out to the main floor. “Found some.”

“Hey, you know what you should carry in the store, Pat?” Roland called across the length of the large room.

“That’s the one,” Johnny said, taking the wine bottle and examining the label. “Maybe I’ll get some brie to go with it,” he said, moving over to the refrigerator.

“Lube. You should carry lube,” Roland continued. His voice was very, very loud.

Patrick felt his face flush. “Thanks for the suggestion, Roland.” He glanced over at Johnny. “The brie’s on the third shelf, on the left there,” he said, pointing, hoping to get David’s father out of the store before Roland suggested anything worse.

Roland seemed to sense Patrick’s discomfort, though, and he grinned, approaching the front of the store where Johnny and Patrick were standing. “You know, you and your boyfriend David could sample some different varieties, maybe. To ensure you were selling a good quality product.”

Oh god. Patrick began praying for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. An inner voice took that moment to point out to him that ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t even a term that David had used yet, but that hardly seemed the point.

“Okay, Roland, that’s enough,” Johnny said, setting his wine and cheese down, and Patrick went over to the register and began ringing up his purchases.

“I’m just saying—”

“Yeah, yeah, I think we all understand what you’re saying,” Johnny interrupted.

Roland clapped Johnny on the back, grinning at Patrick. “So, I’m gonna take off,” he said, as if he had deduced that the absolute worst thing he could do at this moment was to leave Johnny and Patrick alone, and so he was doing exactly that. “Have a good one, Pat!” he called as he left. He hadn’t even had the decency to buy anything, Patrick thought.

“That’ll be $27.47,” Patrick said to Johnny, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.” He didn’t know what he was apologizing for. For the fact that Roland Schitt existed? For the fact that Patrick was having sex with Johnny’s son, and that Roland (and the rest of the town, probably) somehow knew about it?

“Well, that’s Roland, you know. Wildly inappropriate as always!” He pulled a couple of bills out of his wallet and handed them to Patrick.

Patrick gave an uneasy chuckle. “Yeah.”

“Not that there’s anything inappropriate about… you know… you and David, umm…” Johnny fumbled while Patrick desperately looked for a conversational on-ramp so that he could stop Johnny from heading down the road he appeared to be on.

“Let me just get your change here,” Patrick said too loudly, popping the cash register open.

“I’ll admit, though, mixing a business relationship and a romantic relationship,” Johnny continued, and here he’d stopped fumbling with his words, and Patrick looked up to lock eyes with him. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that it can be complicated. Especially if things don’t work out, and you still have to see each other at the store every day.”

Patrick tried to imagine his own father in Mr. Rose’s shoes, his main concern about David and Patrick’s relationship being the fate of the business rather than the fact that David was a man. He hoped it would be that way, but he honestly wasn’t sure. The ease with which David’s father took his son’s sexual orientation in stride filled Patrick with a swell of affection for him.

“We have, um, talked about that,” Patrick said, handing over Johnny’s change. He didn’t want David’s father to think that if things between him and David didn’t work out romantically that he would leave David in the lurch. “The store is very important to us. To me. I want it to succeed, regardless of… anything else.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

Patrick put the wine and cheese in a bag and handed it over. “Thanks for coming in, Mr. Rose.”

Johnny took the bag. “You should join the family for dinner sometime,” he said with a kind smile. “Let us get to know you better.”

Patrick suspected David might not be thrilled with that idea, as if too much exposure of the Roses to Patrick would pop the new relationship bubble they were currently floating in. Not to mention the fact that having dinner with the family was a boyfriend activity, and they weren’t using that word. Yet, his brain supplied optimistically. “I’d like that,” Patrick replied, hoping his face didn’t betray any of his doubts.

“Great. Thanks again for the wine, Patrick.” With a small wave, he left the store.

By the time David came back a half hour later, Patrick had resolved not to tell him about any of his encounter with Roland and Johnny, but then David opened his mouth. “Why was Roland just winking at me in the post office and telling me to ask you about his suggestion for the store?” He kissed Patrick’s cheek as he went to put the box he was carrying in the storeroom, and Patrick did his best to pretend that even that innocent touch of David’s lips didn’t make him flush hot all over.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question, David?” Patrick said, following him behind the curtain.

“Probably not,” David said, setting his sunglasses down on the desk. “But tell me anyway.”

“He wants us to carry lube.”

David’s face went on a fascinating journey that Patrick watched with amusement. “The thing is,” David said, “I’ve been considering it. But I don’t want to know that much about the sexual habits of the residents of this town. Roland especially.”

“Also, he suggested that you and I sample some varieties together,” Patrick said, figuring maybe it was better to just tell David the truth.

“Oh my god.”

“And he said this in front of your dad.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah.”

“Was my dad weird about it?” David asked, wincing.

“He seemed more concerned about us breaking up and the store falling apart,” Patrick admitted.

David’s wince got more exaggerated. “What did he say to you?”

“It was fine,” Patrick said, getting in David’s personal space and putting his hands on David’s hips. “Sounds like he wants me to get to know your family better.”

“That would be a terrible mistake,” David said, but he leaned in and kissed Patrick on the lips, like he couldn’t not when they were this close to each other, regardless of what they were talking about. “Once you’ve gotten to know my family, our days are numbered.”

“I seriously doubt that’s true, David,” Patrick said, returning the kiss with a little more intensity (and tongue). A line about kissing from Pretty in Pink suddenly popped into his head: “Did you feel it in your knees?” Patrick’s cousin Jennifer was always watching 80s movies when Patrick was a kid, and for some reason that piece of dialogue had stuck with him. He’d never known what it meant until David.

“You’ve never heard my mother reminisce out loud about Sunrise Bay,” David said when they finally parted, his arms draping over Patrick’s shoulders.

“Yeah, I don’t think that will bother me,” Patrick said, fingers looping in David’s belt loops and pulling him closer.

David hummed with skepticism, but his mouth bent into a half-smile and his eyes sparkled. “You say that now.”

Patrick kissed him again, his teeth scraping across David’s lip, just enough to make David shiver and kiss him harder.

~*~

It was another week before David used the word ‘boyfriend’, and while it might have been a mistaken utterance in the midst of an outburst about toilet plungers and lip balm and Patrick’s shoes, when David sat on Patrick’s lap in the store that night and smiled into their kiss, Patrick figured he must not regret saying it. Boyfriend. Patrick had a boyfriend. He’d been thinking along those lines since he asked David out, but it was nice to have the word out there between them, agreed upon. Sealed with a kiss, as it were.

He took the label for a test drive the following day, running over to the café in the middle of the afternoon. As the rhythms of the store were starting to settle into discernible patterns, Patrick had noticed that his and David’s energy tended to flag just before the late afternoon influx of customers. Caffeine was often necessary to make it to closing.

“Hi, Patrick!” Twyla grinned as he approached the counter. “A tea for you and a macchiato for David?”

“We’re getting that predictable already, huh?”

“That depends,” she said. “Are you coming in for a dinner date on Friday?”

Okay, that wasn’t fair, they’d only done that once since David’s birthday. It was hardly a pattern. “Actually, my boyfriend wants to try some Thai place in Elmdale on Friday,” he said, trying to slip the word naturally into conversation, but he felt like it stuck out like a flashing sign.

Twyla winked at him. “Sounds fun. I’ll go get your drinks.”

It was in that moment that it hit Patrick so hard that he almost doubled over like he’d taken a blow to the stomach. He was out of the closet. Not to everyone, of course — not to his family or his ex-fiancée, but he didn’t feel ready to even contemplate that yet. But he was out to his boyfriend’s family, who seemed to have accepted his presence in David’s life. (Particularly Alexis, who texted him regularly and had even saved him a seat at Asbestos Fest that day when he was running late closing up the store.) He was out to Ray, who’d said he was fine with it if David wanted to sleep over. He was out to Twyla and Roland and the lady who came in for bath salts that day they couldn’t stop kissing and, given the way small town rumor mills worked, to probably everyone in Schitt’s Creek. It was completely revolutionary and yet somehow the easiest thing in the world. He and David were boyfriends and no one seemed to care, at least not for the reason he would have feared.

When he returned to the store with his tea and David’s macchiato, he gave his boyfriend a lingering kiss even though there was a customer in the back fondling the alpaca scarves.

“Mmm,” David vocalized, accepting his coffee and taking a sip. “What was that for?”

“Would you like to, um, come over tonight?” Patrick asked.

“I thought Ray played poker on Wednesdays?” It was Saturday, and the allusion to what they had gotten up to last Wednesday in a blissfully empty house sent a shiver down Patrick’s spine.

“He does, and so yes, he’ll probably be there. But I told you, he doesn’t mind. You’ll probably have to put up with some polite conversation—”

“Lengthy conversation,” David said.

“Okay, lengthy conversation. After which we can excuse ourselves to my room.”

Their lone customer brought over a scarf along with a basketful of other items, so Patrick set about ringing up her purchases while David bagged them. As soon as the bell punctuated her departure, David rounded on him again.

“And what, pray tell, would we do in your room? Because I don’t know if you’re aware, but you can be a bit… noisy.”

Patrick blushed. He did know that, and he tried not to be, but this whole voyage of sexual discovery he was on with David left him a bit… out of control. “If you’re not comfortable doing anything while Ray’s home, we don’t have to. I just want to be with you.”

David’s mouth contorted into an almost-smile. “Are you saying you want to… snuggle?”

Patrick huffed as a few customers came in. He didn’t really feel like playing this game in front of other people. “I’d be interested in you coming over and sleeping with me. In my bed,” he said softly enough to not be overheard. “That’s what I want.”

Eyelashes fluttering, David nodded. “Okay, I suppose… I would be fine with that,” he said, his voice breathy. Patrick was starting to learn David’s tells and one of them was this, the way he spoke and acted when he was trying to pretend he didn’t care all that much about something that he actually cared about a great deal.

“Great,” Patrick said, leaving David to go see if the customers needed any help.

They ended up eating dinner with Ray and watching television with him for a little while after. While Ray and David argued over The Bachelorette, Patrick scrolled his phone, looking for a funny gift for David. He’d sent David flowers when they had been dating for a month, and David was so amusingly put out by the idea of celebrating a monthly anniversary that Patrick couldn’t resist doing something even more sickeningly romantic to mark two months. He paused on a teddy bear that said ‘I wuv u beary much’ on the belly, but he figured David would break up with him over something like that. It needed to be more subtle.

By the time they went upstairs, it felt almost normal to Patrick that they were just going to sleep. David spent a long time across the hall in the bathroom going through a skincare process that was still a mystery to Patrick. By the time David came back to the room, Patrick had almost nodded off over The Small Business Bible twice. David, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, got under the covers.

“I prefer being the little spoon,” David said.

“I’ve actually already picked up on that preference, David,” Patrick said, putting his book aside and turning off his lamp before curling up against David’s back. Being the shorter one, Patrick found that if their pelvises were lined up, his face was against David’s shoulder blade. Patrick pressed a kiss over his t-shirt, his arm wrapping around David and hand settling on his chest. Patrick took a deep breath and let it out.

“This is nice,” David said after a few seconds of silence.

It was. It was also reminding Patrick of the last time David had been in his bed, when Patrick had been much less about snuggling and much more about fucking David into the mattress. He felt himself getting hard and of course, David noticed immediately, wiggling his ass against Patrick’s erection.

“Sorry,” Patrick whispered.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because we’re just going to sleep.”

“We don’t have to just sleep,” David said, rolling over toward him.

“What about Ray?”

“You’ll just have to keep quiet,” David said, leaning over to kiss Patrick’s neck, a wet drag of tongue and lips that made him shiver.

“You’re not exactly quiet, David, at least in my somewhat limited experience,” Patrick said, his hand clenching on David’s hip.

“I can be,” David murmured against Patrick’s skin. “If I’m sufficiently motivated.”

“Also this bed squeaks pretty alarmingly, as we learned on Wednesday,” Patrick said.

“So we’ll stay as still as we can,” David murmured, already reaching for the bedside table drawer. Realizing his protests were perfunctory, Patrick kicked his pajama bottoms and underwear off, shoving them toward the foot of the bed.

The sensation of David’s slick hand on his cock made Patrick gasp like the first time David had touched him, the two of them fooling around in the back of the store a few days after their first kiss, when the definition of ‘slow’ had been stretched to allow for how badly Patrick wanted David to touch him and vice versa. He still wasn’t used to it, though, the way David’s hand could take him apart so effectively.

“Jesus,” Patrick hissed, teeth sinking into David’s shoulder, and he couldn’t resist just a little bit of thrusting into David’s fist. He tried to move as carefully as possible to keep any bed noise to a minimum.

“Love seeing you like this, Patrick,” David whispered. “So turned on.” Patrick nodded frantically, closing his mouth before he completely lost control and broke the skin of David’s shoulder with his teeth.

“Wanna touch you too,” Patrick said. He needed to focus at least part of his attention on making David feel good before he came embarrassingly quickly.

“Right now, at the same time?” David asked.

Patrick nodded.

There was more fumbling with clothes and lube, and then the two of them were again lying face-to-face, stroking each other and trying their best to be quiet. Patrick looked down between them, loving the sight of David’s dick in his hand almost as much as he loved the feel of it against his tongue. It was unbearably intimate and yet Patrick felt safe and cared for, the apprehension that had always accompanied sex for him just… not there with David. He squeezed his eyes shut, his other hand gripping David’s hip, fingernails marking his skin.

“That’s it, come all over me,” David murmured, and Patrick wondered if David could feel him get harder, signaling the fact that Patrick was close. Regardless, he couldn’t help but obey, stifling his moans against David’s shoulder again as he rode out his orgasm. He tried not to break the rhythm of his hand on David and he wasn’t sure he succeeded, so he redoubled his efforts. David’s own hand covered Patrick’s, making him squeeze tighter, guiding him to a faster rhythm. Then David kissed him, sloppy and uncoordinated, and stifled his moan in Patrick’s mouth as he came.

After a brief and only somewhat adequate cleanup job, they snuggled against each other, David once again the little spoon. Patrick felt the pull of post-coital drowsiness and he closed his eyes.

“Thanks for coming over to sleep with me, David,” he murmured.

“Mmm. So what did you think of that lube?” David asked.

Patrick’s eyes popped back open and he frowned. “Why?” Patrick hadn’t noticed it. He was used to that being something David took care of since he had strong opinions about such things.

“It’s a sample for the store.” David yawned. “It’s organic and claims to be carbon neutral, I guess? I’m test driving it.”

“So, exactly what Roland suggested we do,” Patrick said, smirking against David’s back. “He’ll be so happy to hear that.”

“If you tell him, we’re breaking up,” David said, adjusting his head on his pillow.

“Okay, well I don’t want to break up. Should I only tell your dad, then?”

“Goodnight, Patrick.”

Patrick kissed David one more time on the shoulder, grinning. “Goodnight, David.”

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You Made Everything Okay

E | 11K | David/Patrick | 'Meet the Parents' Missing Scene | Canon Compliant | Fluff & Smut | D/s Undertones

The party’s winding down, and it’s just David and Patrick left behind dancing together in the Café. What happens after everyone else goes home... Or, David and Patrick’s simultaneous introspections regarding forever love and their night of “celebrating” back at home after Patrick’s birthday party...