#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.

[filet-o-feelings]

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? 🫣😳

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday

Thanks for the tags @apothecarose @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes

TBH my biggest motivation is just finishing this thing. However…

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @alysiswriting @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @vanillahigh00 @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @fatedbuddie @spotsandsocks @swiftiediaz @buddiefication @buddierights @elvensorceress L🥰ML @lizzie-bennetdarcy and anyone else who wants to share what’s inspiring their writing today

[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.

[theficlistpodcast]

...I'm not even a little bit sorry, tbh 😂 (As always, check the tags before reading!)

[legalgal421]

Coming this week to AO3.

[ramonaflow]

Patrick bleaches his hair. David thinks it's pretty hot

[neonlight2]

My police man | Patrick x Tom, Patrick x platonic!OC

Warning: femxfem SMUT/ implied homophobia— it’s the 50’s

A/n: Based off of the movie “My Policeman”, which is based off the book. You can imagine the characters as the actors if you wish or not, you do you.

The room consisted of three sounds, all encompassing. The first, one would notice when walking into the grander looking apartment— filled with character and personalities contrasting together— is the humming hymn and melody of Elvis Presley. This in itself was obscene, yet not a crime. That much could not be said for the other two sounds.

The second sound was that of pure obscenity. Sputtering breaths, whimpering cords, and whiny moans. Muffled they were, but not enough to withstand the threshold of the living room. No, they pierce through the opening without care. However, the music kept it away from the exiting door’s archway.

And the third… it could have been described as even more immoral. Profuse, blunt noise of wetness covered the room. Good god the scene could have drove anyone mad, whether it be from anger or lust one must decide for themself.

Here they were, two women, the causes of such exuberant delight. Both tangled on top of the plush sofa. One laid on her back, whilst the other had her way with her, teasing, prodding, and enveloping senses someone could only ever dream of. Unfortunately it seemed the poor girl, who arched her back enough to be a bridge, dream would not last— popped by a man in great despair.

Clicking the door open in seconds, frantic for some time of support or serendipity, Patrick entered his flat with a mission set in his mind. He had come home, after a day of unexpected events. Things that swarmed his thoughts; a man who enraptured his attention. Oh and the tragedy of it all, for the beauty to catch his eye, the uniqueness in which snagged his heart— all sourced from a policeman. Without lifting a finger the boy in blue manage to jail him. The only concern of Patrick’s, nonetheless, was for how long was his sentence to be?

He scrambled in, slamming the door with his foot, while yanking fallen strands of hair from his face continuously. A moment was spared, though barely so, for placing his belongings onto a rack and table. Patrick had always hated careless messes; he often joked that he acted more like the wife than his companion ever could or would. She never was one for keeping things clean.

Speaking of such…

“A bit of warning next time.” Patrick say coarsely, stomping over to the liquor cabinet. A glimpse of bare skin, far too light to be his other half, made his eyes latch onto anywhere else in the house. Though nudity was not much of a taboo for the two, he gave the unfamiliar body as much respect as possible in a scenario as this.

Humming amused, the brunette flattens her tongue against the other woman’s wetness— sending her into a trembling frenzy. “Someone’s angry.”

The conversion not acknowledged to her and the vibration running down her spine, brought the euphoric woman out of her daze, shooting up to cover her flush breast. Her chest roses rapidly, beyond terrified of the consequences plaguing her thoughts.

Frowning shortly, the brunette’s hazel eyes found her lover’s blue. “It’s okay darling he’s one of us.”

Slowly, delicate fingers wrap around the woman’s calves, tracing along the skin with a trail of raised follicles to follow. “Or perhaps I should say the opposite?” She joked, fingers directing upward, almost reaching her heat, tantalizingly close enough to draw out a whimper. “We can stop if you wish.”

She peaked over at a seemingly fuming stranger, who paid no mind at all. Patrick was preoccupied pouring himself a scotch as he usually does around this time, just with more fervor.

Shaking her head sporadically, the brunette smirks with triumphant. “Oh, someone’s an exhibitionist.” She teases, cockiness soaked into her words as she continues to worships the woman beneath her.

The very accusation brought forth an abundance of whines and mewls, and the poor thing wasn’t able to stand the overstimulation for much longer. Let alone her lovers calculated fingers which curled perfectly snug. Soon, the brunette had to clamp her hand atop her victims mouth.

“Now, now love. Although I admire your boldness, you’re playing on the dangerous side now.” She whispered hastily against her neck, peppering kiss along the way.

“You’re such a cocky bastard, Mae.” Patrick scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked for his sketch paper in the midst of a mess— one would think a hurricane had run through here.

Humming once more, causing her lover to writhe beneath the vibration, she pulls back to stare at her good work. Locking her gaze, so tantalizing warm, with a deep blue; she smiles sweetly, too sweet. Suddenly her fingers pace increase and her thumb starts to rub, causing illicit profanities to spill from the woman’s mouth and a patronizing pout to cross Maeve’s face. She basks in pride as the woman beneath her falls apart, muttering and whimpering incoherent babble.

Finally, with no warning, Maeve bends down to nip at her thighs. This cuts the thread which once held the woman’s sanity, allowing her body to fall into an abyss of pleasure. From her head to her toes, she tingles with ecstasy. Oh and how she trembled as Maeve continued to tease her sweet spot. Slowly in efforts to torment, she watched as her lover’s stomach shivered and quirked until eventually she pushes her hand away.

Sighing, Maeve conceded begrudgingly— opting to clean her fingers as a consolation. “Alright, pour me a glass darling. Lord knows I’m gonna need it with what you’ve done.”

“Says the one half naked.” Patrick quips, throwing a robe he had found among the array of clothing sporadically thrown on the ground at her while grabbing another glass. “Would your friend like one?”

“She has a name,” Maeve states in a mocking, insulted tone.

“Well, when or if she tells me it, I’ll call her such,”Patrick exhales whilst handing his friend a glass practically halfway full, back still facing the bare duo.

Maeve smiles wickedly as she slips the robe on smoothly, letting it occasionally fall of her shoulder without care. Her hand reaches out for the glass in delight, showing off the pairs matching simple, gold bands decorating their left-ring finger. However, she had another sitting right above it, chunkier than it’s sibling and jeweled with a rough amethyst.



“You know her, my darling husband.” Maeve purred, propping her knee onto the arm of the couch to lean her weight obnoxiously on Patrick’s shoulder.

“Oh?” He inquired, playing along with Maeve’s antics; he knew very well it’d only grow worse if he didn’t indulge her. “Do I miss?”

“Mrs,” Maeve whispers lowly, and Patrick could feel the grin hidden in the fabric of his vest.

“Maeve!”

Wincing, she rubs the bridge of her nose on Patrick’s shoulder before ripping away to down the liquid acid. “Don’t yell at me,” she said, pointing at woman who was dressing as fast as humanly possible, “I didn’t say your name, and I’m pretty sure that you don’t even remember it yourself, seeing as how much you’ve been screaming mine for the past two hours—,”

Patrick makes a gagging sound, causing Maeve to smack his arm harshly. “And you!” She pokes his chest in an accusatory spirit as they meet eyes. “I don’t even want to hear it, ‘Mr. Falls for every pretty face he sees’.”

Quirking an eyebrow up quickly, Patrick nods. “Two peas and a pod we are my Monet.”

Huffing exasperatedly, she caves and smiles at him dimly. “So who is he?”

Patrick groans dramatically, remembering why he was drinking in the first place. “Fuck, I’ve done it this time.”

Snorting, Maeve pours more liquor into his glass while sipping some herself. “You always do.”

“Stop doing that! It’s unsanitary.” He scolds, yanking the bottle away from her.

“So is fucking on the couch, but that doesn’t stop either of us, does it?”

There’s a thump that catches Maeve’s attention, causing her eyes to grow wide and her legs scurry. “You don’t have to go.” Whining, she steals the shoe off the ground, where her lover had tried to put it on.

The woman scoffs her, who had previously been a cocky and meticulous being, now looking at her with large puppy eyes and a hanging bottom lip— bit and bruised bright red. “Yes, I do.”

“Why?” Maeve retorted back like a pitiful infant.

“Because I have children.”

Exhaling through her nose, Maeve hands over the black heel. A detesting expression still imprinted into her face. “I hate your husband.”

Smiling shortly the woman gives Maeve a small peck on the lips. “You and me both. See you later, my temptress.”

“A married woman,” Patrick comments after hearing the door click, turning to stare at his friend. “How’d you manage to get away with that?”

Shrugging, Maeve plops back onto the couch manspread without a single card if she’s exposed. “Her husband has been cheating on her for a while, and I offered her the delight of returning the favor.”

“And she works for me?”

“With. She’s not your secretary.” She states beckoning him to sit in the empty seat above her head.

Patrick takes her offer willingly, gathering her hair gently and putting it to the side before sitting down. For a moment, head laid back and eyes sealed shut, Patrick tries to calm the thumping in his head, his chest, his lungs. Then he uttered the words…

“A policeman.”

There were few seconds of silence, to which Patrick found to good to be true. He quickly saw he was right when he opened his eyes, gaze immediately caught by hers. He hadn’t even noticed her move, but there she was— sat upright, face inches away from his, searching for the joke. But there wasn’t one.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, genuine disbelief— or was it pity? Patrick couldn’t tell.

“Of all the bloody options,” Maeve shakes her head, eyes drifting to the back of her head as she wheezed. Twisting with tense muscles, she groans as her head lands in his lap. Rubbing her eyes roughly, she finally quips, “And you call me reckless.”

This makes him snort, watching as her eyes bounce from the ceiling light, to the tables filled with paper and books, then to the portraits on the wall. In a way Patrick felt guilty, but he couldn’t help the way these things happen. She knew that.

Lightly tapping her hands as they began to pick at their cuticles, Patrick says, “Stop worrying. That’s my job.”

She lets out a breathy chuckle, gulping back her intrusive thoughts and endless overthinking. “I’m not.” She lied. “I’m just trying to figure out how the hell you can be so daft. I mean— it’s not like there not in uniform all the time or wear blue suits with tall ass helmets— oh wait!”

Rolling his eyes, Patrick cracks a smile. “Again, we’re two peas in a pod.”

Maeve holds her arms out like scales as she squints her face comedically. “Married women or policemen. Mhm, married woman— Policeman.”

“Fine, fine, fine. You’re the smartest today.”

“Stop being a prick and just tell me about him already.” Maeve retorts, hitting his chest with the back of her hand.

A delightful exhale leaves poor Patrick’s lips as an image of the man he met appears in his mind. Then a grin follows not to far after remembering how he spoke, acted, smiled.

“Good god, you’re already in the deep in.” She huffed, sympathy and happiness tangled into a tight knot within her heart as she observed her closest companion. “We’re fucked.”

“Hopefully— ow. Why must you insist on hurting me?”

“Why must you always avoid answering the question? At least tell me the boy in blues name for gods sake!”

Patrick becomes a smiling mess when the man’s name comes to mind, bubbling at the bridge of his tongue. “Tom.”

Scrunching up her nose, Maeve remarks, “Sounds old fashion.”

She squeals as Patrick jumps up suddenly, who demands her to stay in place. “But I guess that will change in time. Do you think he’ll ever let us call him Tommy—? Patrick what the hell are you—?”

“Stay.” He orders, balancing himself on the cushions below his feet, staring at her from above with pencil and sketchbook in hand. “Do that face that you just made.”

“What face?”

“Can you not fight me this once.”

“But I’ll get wrinkles!” Maeve whines dramatically.

“You age like wine darling, now be a good wife and do as your told.” Patrick teases.

“Ha! Say please.”

“Please.” He asks, puckered lip out.

Rolling her eyes, she scrunches her nose like she had before. “Why of all the faces do you have to draw me with this one?”

“Well for one, more detail.” Patrick reply’s, wrist moving quickly along the page. “And I need to capture this moment.”

“And why is that?” She asked, watching him work quizzically.

“Because this is the moment before we let someone else into our tiny world.”

***

A/n: there will be more parts, not totally accurate to the movie cause— Maeve doesn’t stay to a script.

But requests for specific scenes/ situation can be made and are encouraged.

[mammameesh]

Celebrating the MVP

I wrote some smut to go with @lizzie-bennetdarcy amazing art work

[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.

[legalgal421]

A Little Bit Dirty

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word: Snuggle

Here's a little bit of smut...

******

Patrick pulled David back to a kneeling position, his arms wrapped around him, drawing him closer. He kissed the back of his neck while slowly thrusting into him. A string of expletives rolled out of David when Patrick hit that spot.  

Wrapping one hand around David’s dick, he whispered, “Come on my cock, baby.” David erupted, shooting cum onto their sheets, yelling more nonsense words. 

Patrick followed, filling his husband’s ass. “Fuck David!”

Both men collapsed on the bed, Patrick on top of David.  After catching their breath, Patrick asked, “Shower, then snuggles?”

“Shower, change sheets, then snuggles,” David answered. 

On AO3

[makeyoumine69]

Hi! I wish you further growth and inspiration!

My choice is pussy eating and sex toys.

Good luck! 💦💦💦

Fever

— 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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William Afton x Reader

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @cha-melodius @hippolotamus @mammameesh @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the tags. I'm sure I've done this before but I can't find it to see how long ago!

How many works do you have on ao3?

84

What's your total ao3 word count?

591,653 but that's inflated by a number of collabs, I think the number is closer to 400-450k

What fandoms do you write for?

RWRB, 911 LS and SC (rarely these days)

Top five fics by kudos:

Excluding any collabs (there's a couple in particular that are right up there)

Everybody needs good neighbours | RWRB | E | 14.3k | neighbours au

to the victor, the spoils | RWRB | E | 19.4k | lawyer au

yours for the afternoon | RWRB | M | 4.6k | coffee shop au

what, like it's hard? | RWRB | E | 65.1k | lawyer au, the prequel

I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby | RWRB | E | 7k | college au

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I try to! I'm not always prompt but I do respond to almost every comment

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Happy endings only here. I do have one unpublished Tarlos ficlet that's kind of a Queen Charlotte inspired future fic that is the saddest thing I've ever written which is the result of @howtosingit saying "whatever you do, don't think about X" which of course meant that I did and I wrote it in a fever dream, cried then buried it in my gdocs.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them hahaha

Maybe the ending to what, like it's hard?

Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some strange comments but I don't know that I'd class it as hate, as such (thankfully)

Do you write smut?

nah yeah lol

Craziest crossover:

It's not a proper fic, but I wrote this in response to an ask about what would happen in Alex & Henry, David & Patrick and Carlos and TK all met.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as I am aware!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes and I love it! I've done collabs where we each write a chapter, one where we each wrote a chapter and then fully co-wrote the final chapter, a full co-write with @welcometololaland (that ended up morphing into each of us alternating chapters), and I'm in the process of another co-write with Lola atm.

All time favorite ship?

you can't make me choose

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't like to say never, but probably the SC paint & sip au

What are your writing strengths?

based on the comments I get - smut with feelings, banter/dialogue, characterisation

What are your writing weaknesses?

World building, pretty metaphors, I'm far too fond of run on sentences to the point where if I was beta reading my own writing there are SO MANY sentences that need to be cut down so that the reader can breathe.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

If it fits the character, I love it! I generally ask a native speaker to help me with translations for accuracy

First fandom you wrote in?

Schitt's Creek

Favorite fic you've written?

I don't wanna choose

I've got no idea who's done this already but I'll tag @welcometololaland @everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @three-drink-amy

@never-blooms @freneticfloetry @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand

@indestructibleheart @orchidscript @maxbegone @carlos-in-glasses @beautifulhigh

and an open tag if anyone hasn't been tagged and wants to play 💖

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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...