#christian bale imagine

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nsfw alphabet ᥫ᭡ patrick bateman.

synopsis ˒ in which i walk you through the ropes of sex with our favorite psychopath!

pairings ˒ patrick bateman x fem!reader.

warnings ˒ SMUT; pure filth; mentions of murder; mentions of knife and blood play; mentions of bondage; mentions of cheating; mentions of an axe; i think that may be it!

word count ˒ 1,4k

note from me ˒ thats my leg btw ;) creds to gif owner!

a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

first of all, he’s smart and he knows what women want. he knows that they want to be loved and treated after sex, so he’d do just that to keep you whipped. he’d run you a nice bath and he’d even join you if you wanted. he’d wash your hair and body and he’d press loving kisses to your neck while doing so. he’d even carry you back to bed.

b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)

patrick is a little overly cocky, he knows he’s attractive. so if we’re being honest he really doesn’t feel he has any flaws, but if he had to choose his favorite body part would probably be his arms. he loves how defined his muscles look, he often finds himself flexing into any mirror he comes in contact with. he’s obsessed with himself.

on you, it’d have to be your thighs. he’s a big thigh guys. he loves how smooth they are and how your muscles flex when you walk; never fails to make him yearn for you. while fucking you, his go to to grab would be your thighs so support him. your thighs are his main hype man ngl.

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

he really likes to cum inside you. he just thinks it’s so warm and comforting. but he’ll honestly cum anywhere you want him to. your face, your belly, thighs, etc. but his all time favorite is inside.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

he has 1000% fantasized about murdering you mid sex. like he’d be fucking you and then out of nowhere he’d pull out an axe and go all psycho on you. of course, that’s a secret for a reason. you’d never know that.

e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

oh abso-fucking-lutely. this man is a total fucking womanizer. he knows exactly how to charm and hit all the right spots because he’s hit them many times before on other women.

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

surprisingly, he really enjoys missionary. he likes to look into your eyes so he knows he’s making you feel good; it’s something of a confidence booster for him. but he also really likes giving you back shots. however, he’d be open to trying any position.

g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)

he’s serious. you would never catch this man cracking a joke during intimate times. in fact, if you even cracked a joke he’d probably look at you like you just said the most terrible thing. he doesn’t think sex should equal humor, and he prefers to be serious. and he would like it if you were serious too.

h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think even before he met you he’d be big on being completely shaved down there. having a ton of hair makes him feel dirty (not that it is). so 99.9% of the time he would keep himself completely smooth.

i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

he can be, if he really loved you. most of the time he prefers to keep his mouth shut BUT if you’re lucky he may call you beautiful and tell you how amazing you feel. but that’s on a good day.

j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

you know, i don’t see him being the biggest masturbator. if he was horny, he’d come to you. if you didn’t want sex, he’d find someone who did; it’s as simple as that. but don’t be sad, at least you were his first option!

k = kink (one or more of his kinks)

obviously bondage. he’d love having you tied up and helpless as he had his way with you. he’s also into knife play and blood, ironically. as said before, if you weren’t comfortable with this he wouldn’t force you; because he’d find someone else who would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’d be okay with anywhere in his apartment. his bed, his couch, as long as he’s comfortable he doesn’t really care. to be completely honest, i don’t even think he’d have sex anywhere other than his apartment. anytime the two of you go out it’s always “let’s go back to MY apartment”. guess he just feels more comfortable there.

m = motivation (what turns him on?)

you getting hit on by other men. obviously you can’t help that and he knows it, but it’s the feeling of one upping those men that want you. after all, he’s the one fucking you every night; not them. so anytime you two are out and about if you get hit on he immediately wants sex.

n = no (something he wouldn’t do)

be submissive. during sex he is ALWAYS the dominant one. i feel like being submissive would absolutely obliterate his ego and that would seriously fuck with his head. so, if you’re a switch sorry about your luck because you’re a soon to be permanent sub.

o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he prefers receiving but he would never dismiss going down on you. he’s amazing at it, too. however when going down on you he’d never let you finish, he’d have you so close but right before you cum he’d stop and say, “i still have to fuck you.”

p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

never in a million years would patrick bateman have slow and sensual sex. he doesn’t like sex if it isn’t his way and that’s rough and fast. MAYBE on your anniversary he’d be soft and sweet but probably not even then.

your relationship with patrick revolves around him let’s be real.

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they’re not his favorite. but since he doesn’t go outside of his apartment for sex, he’d never really have to worry about them.

r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

as long as it doesn’t completely beat up his ego, he’ll do it for you. it’s the least he can do. surprisingly, as much as he may fantasize about hurting you, he never actually would. he might try spanking, but that’s as far as he’d take it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

he can go about 5-6 rounds throughout the night, 3-5 on a bad day. he usually lasts about 25-30 minutes.

t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

i don’t really think he’d be a big toy guy, honestly. he’s all about you and him intimacy, not a toy. probably laugh in your face if you brought it up to him. he may use a vibrator on you, but that’d be it.

u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

he does tease you, but not for a very long time. he’ll tease you for the first few minutes of being intimate and then he’ll stop and just fuck you. mostly because i think he gets extremely needy too.

v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)

not a moaner at all. he’s too focused on what he’s doing to put effort into making noises. when he’d cum he’d let out a groan, but other than that he’s mostly silent other then loud pants.

w = wild card (random headcanon)

while he may not be the most vocal person during sex, he loves hearing you talk dirty to him. like tell him how good he feels and how nobody else could ever fuck you this good and he’d be absolutely over the moon. it always got him in a good mood and going.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s BIG. he’s about 6 inches while he’s soft but 8 when he’s fully hard. it’s pretty thick too, and a long vein runs under the bottom and comes up just on the top of his shaft running over his tip. it’s pretty perfect ngl

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

excruciatingly high. you’re always in constant pain because this man never gives you a break (with your consent ofc). he has to have sex with you at least once a day or he has a hard time functioning. so dramatic patty

z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

he always waits until you fall asleep until he decides to go to bed. it’s kinda creepy, but you never asked about it. so after you go to bed, he’d follow right after you.

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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— SUMMARY: 𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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That evening in his apartment should have been something special, you knew that by the way Patrick was looking at you. You knew it, and you didn’t have a choice.

Soon, you were standing shocked in the middle of his fancy living room, and you couldn't really believe what he just said.

“W-what do you want me to do? I don't understand…” You muttered and turned around to see him sitting on his perfect white couch.

“I told you to take off your panties, babe,” Patrick smiled at you adorably, putting his feet up. “And give them to me.”

With each word he was saying, his eyes were getting darker and darker, they were sending a million goosebumps right down your spine, and it was getting hard for you to breathe. Satisfied by your reaction, he grinned again and leaned back as he was about to smoke a cigar. His overwhelming self-confidence was blowing your mind, how was that even possible…To be that smug? For some time, Patrick wasn’t looking in your direction, he was so busy with pulling out the lighter from his pocket, a very expensive lighter you guessed, just like his fucking suit.

Shaking like a leaf, you turned around and pulled up the hem of your skirt. And then icy air touched your soft skin as you were removing your surprisingly sexy underwear. Rage and anger washed over you from the feeling of total helplessness and desperation; you couldn't resist this filthy bastard and his sick desires, Bateman had you in his power.

It felt so wrong and degrading, standing here in front of him without anything under your skirt and still - you had to obey. When you turned around to hand him what he wanted, Patrick finally looked up at you; his rosy lips tensed around his cigar before he pulled it out.

“Well-well, look what we have here…” He crooned and took a slightly soaked piece of fabric, rubbing it gently between his long fingers.

You gasped nervously from watching his nostrils turning red each time he touched your panties as he realized how wet you must have been right now.

“Why am I not even surprised?”

“Stop!” You nearly hissed it through your gritted teeth.

“Oh, (Y/N). I’ve only just started.” His low voice made your knees buck a bit. “Now, why don’t you show daddy your pretty little pussy?”

A new wave of embarrassment washed over you when you turned your back to him. Cursing yourself, you bend over a bit so he could see the curve of your butt. You were praying that would be enough for him, but then you heard his sharp exhale from behind.

“C’mon Cupcake, get lower,” he whispered in a raspy voice, setting himself more comfortable on the couch. “I want to have a proper look at my sweet cinnamon roll.”

Without saying a thing, you just did what he said. Mesmerized by the view, Patrick quickly licked his lower lip as he couldn't take his eyes off of your blushing cleft.

“That’s my girl,” he swiftly hid your panties inside the pocket of his suit. “C'mere.”

You submitted again, letting him grab you by the hand and pull onto his wide-open knees. A pitiful whine escaped your mouth, as he lifted your skirt up to your waist, giving him full access to your bottom. Gulping, you began to fidget around his legs, feeling the cool touch of his watch when he slowly squeezed your ass, and it seemed like Patrick didn’t want to rush; he was enjoying every second of this moment.

“I think this time your pussy wants to try one more finger…” he uttered from his seat in his quiet but firm voice. “Last time she took me so well, so greedy.”

This bastard knew exactly how to turn you on, he played with both your feelings and your body so masterfully, like a musician playing his most favorite instrument, and you could only guess which one you were gonna to be today - his guitar or something else?

Meanwhile, his skillful fingers found their way between your legs, brushing against your already wet folds. Slowly, he began to rub your needy nub, coaxing a loud moan to fall from your half open lips.

“Jesus...You’re such a dirty little girl. You should see yourself.” He spanked your buttock and you gushed a bit onto his super expensive suit.

“P-Patrick, please! S-top saying things like these.”

Another spank made you cry out even louder, and he used this opportunity to shove his thin fingers deep inside your throbbing pussy.

“Please who?”

For a brief moment, you lost your ability to verbalize any sounds. Barely breathing, you desperately clung onto his knee, trying to prevent yourself from cumming right now as he hit your most sensitive spot.

“Cupcake, I asked you a question,” he husked into your ear, grabbing your hair into a fist and pulling them a bit. “Ya better speak.”

“Please, Daddy…” you sobbed against his knee. “I’m…sorry”.

Patrick was doing his best to make it almost impossible for you to pronounce these few words with his merciless ministrations, his fingers now were buried in your pussy almost till the knuckles.

“I hope you really do.”

“A-ah, yes…I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled softly in response, letting go of your hair in order to puff on a cigar. A sharp smell of snuff hit your nose as Patrick let out a ring of smoke, not forgetting about you even for a second, fingering you so perfectly.

“Does your family even know how nasty you are?” He was cooing with you, looking down at you as you were bent over his lap and setting the pace of his fingers skillfully.

In return, you only managed to mewl something incoherently, sensing a coil in your lower belly was about to snap. A nasty cacophony of slick sounds echoed in the room, causing your cheeks to blush even more. When you realized your own voice in these wild wails, you wished you could just close your ears and eyes and this madness would stop...

His long fingers were stretching your channel so deliciously, so you couldn't control your body anymore, as if you were struck by the electric shock. Patrick had to pin you against his knees with his free hand as you were shaking erratically, your moans sounded mostly like a cry and your juices made his pants so fucking wet. Although you couldn't see his face, you knew he was smirking because of how your body was reacting to his actions.

“Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so slutty,” he growled and pressed you harder against him. “You just love it when your daddy treats you like a fucking whore you’re. Don't cha?”

“Mhm…D-Daddy, please.” You whimpered as your voice was about to crack. “I’m so close…”

“Then cum already!”

Patrick grabbed your neck from behind for better control as his ministrations became rougher, your dripping pussy was rubbing against his cashmere pants each time he was ramming into you.

“Daddy, it’s so d-deep, So…”

He cut you off with a harsh slap on your ass, and this time he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it a bit.

“I know (Y/N), I know.” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “Now, be a good girl and cum for your Daddy.”

And that was the last ingredient for a cocktail of pure filth; made by Patrick with love? Your vision turned white as a huge wave of pleasure washed over you like a tsunami, hitting every pitch of your trembling body. Paralyzed by overwhelming sensations, you couldn't even hear yourself moaning as loud as you never did before. Patrick was holding you tightly, his fingers were still moving inside of you as he was prolonging your vivid orgasm. And then, you heard his primal growl as you were clenching around his digits so hard, he thought you would break them.

You were expecting him to say something rude as he usually did, but now he kept silent. Soon, he pulled out his fingers, smearing your wetness between your legs, before he took them into his mouth, sucking them with pleasure. Panting, you were desperately gasping for air and your heart was about to jump out from your chest.

“(Y/N), you’re the sweetest cinnamon roll the world has ever known.”

After licking his digits, Patrick moved a little bit on the coach, so you could feel his hard cock from beneath. This small contact made you sob, and he didn’t miss it. His strong hands were exploring your body once again, when he said:

“I’m gonna ruin this tight little pussy,” he inhaled noisily through his nose. “We both know, she missed my dick so badly.”

You were about to whine in protest when you heard a loud sound of Patrick’s answering machine.

“Hey, Patrick! It’s Courtney.”

A soft female voice ran through the room like a bolt from the blue. Patrick froze for a moment, his grip on your waist began to get weaker.

“I just wanted to thank you for the great dinner yesterday and…For the amazing fun we had last night-”

After these words, he took his hands off of you completely. Confused by the current situation, you wanted to leave this place the sooner the better.

“Things you do with your mouth, mmm, Patrick. I was thinking about it all day-”

With one swift motion, you stood up from his knees, still feeling dizzy after such a strong release. He didn’t even try to stop you, and so you just moved forward to the entrance, fixing your skirt quickly.

“I hope you will call me, so we can have round two. Kissing you a million times…Everywhere, my sweet boy!”

You never thought that any voice could piss you off that hard. When you were about to open the door, you heard his footsteps behind you.

“Cupcake! Cupcake, wait!”

“Stop calling me that!” You shouted. “Next time you want to play your 'Daddy games', go and see Cortney!”

You didn’t even turn to face him, in order to hide your tears running down your cheeks. Sobbing, you tried to open the door, but Patrick managed to grip your hand at the last second.

“(Y/N), stop acting like a fucking child!” He stated, raising his voice slightly as he tried to pull you into his arms.

“No way!” You fought him back and pushed him off.

“Cupcake, if you leave now, you’re gonna regret it. I promise ya!”

Anger and fear mixed up together, boiling and freezing your blood at the same time. If you didn’t go away right now, that place would be the death of you; even if you didn’t want to, you had to leave.

Feeling your heartbeat bouncing in your ears, you gave him one last glare before touching the doorknob, much more confident this time.

“So be it!”

And you left.

Yet you didn’t expect him to chase you, your hands were shaking so badly, you had to hug yourself in order to calm down a bit. You didn’t even think about your panties that he kept in his fucking pocket and you just didn’t care…not now.

After you escaped to the outside, a cool breeze kissed your face which was typical for a late summer evening in New York. Trapped by your thoughts as you were rushing through the crowds of people, praying that one of those people wouldn't turn out to be him.

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Christian Bale (OOC) x Fem!Reader

Y/N and Christian Bale had recently gotten married, and her parents hated that. Christian and Y/N had been super clingy, and, to be honest, they felt he was a bit controlling. He would often ask her to do something, and Y/N would simply comply. Christian and she slept while hugging each other with their noses touching, and it turned out she couldn't sleep without him at all. To the extent that Y/N's parents noticed, the two would get upset even when leaving each other alone for a few hours. Her parents weren't sure, but maybe the main problem was that they were scared he would hurt her.

Recently they all had been invited to a party and y/n was super excited to go. Christian went out to buy her a sexy yet elegant dress of his choice that would make his beautiful wife glow. He gifted her the dress and y/n's eyes sparkled. She tipped toed up to kiss him and Christian wrapped his arms around her, as she melted into them. He deepened the kiss and groaned into her mouth as y/n pushed her chest against him. Christian looked at the clock and decided they both could be late...by alot. He pushed her onto the bed and got on top, he always loved being on top and restraining his little girl. Y/n moaned and tried to push against him but his sheer power turned her on. Y/n wrapped her legs around Christian's waist as he unzipped his pants and letting his thick pink cock free. He rubbed the tip before he slid it into y/n entrance. He began thrusting and as he caught speed he put his veiny hand over y/n neck and said "Say my name", but y/n moaned. He tightened his grip at her defiance, gritted his teeth as he pounded harder "say my name.", y/n looked at him "Christ...Christian". He loosened his grip and caressed her hair as he softened his thrusts "good girl, I like it when you listen to me". Y/n smiles back at him and closes her eyes in pleasure as she could feel his dick inside her as her husbands big arms held her down into place. As Christian neared climax he grunted and laid on top of y/n softly sliding in and out as they both laid chest to chest while he kissed his wife while releasing his warm cum inside of her. Y/n's parents happened to be invited too, as they waited out in the hall for their son in law and daughter to come with them they grew more and more agitated. They were already 30 minutes late, how could Christian be this irresponsible. Suddenly the room's door opened and both of them walked out, y/n was a bit nervous. Christian looks at her and said "head up high for me.." as y/n nodded and walked towards the front gate with pride. The drive was long and quiet as Christian sat with her in the back seat and caressed her hair, she was prettier to him than the view. She was his everything.

The party was lavish with many people, y/n separated from her husband to speak to other people. A while later a smaller group of people formed and a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes, with the body of Pamela Anderson stood across and remarked "Chris, wanna have sex?", Christian looked visibly confused as y/n ears perked up. "I mean come on you're hot I am hot, lets do it. No one here will tell your silly little wife, I bet she's ugly". Everyone quickly realized that she did not know y/n was his wife and standing right next to her. Y/n's eyes were welling up but she held it together, Christian was visibly enraged with his hands in a fist. "Keep your filthy mouth shut." He said through his teeth, she looked a bit scared but nonchalant "oh please don't get worked up about this you know if you were unmarried you would've done me in seconds". When it came to y/n Christian knew no ethics he lunged forward to hit that woman, as a few of their mutual friends held him back in urgency. Y/n sprinted towards him and held his face "Christian look at me, you're not like this. you're better than this. Lets go". he calmed down at the sight of y/n and let it go instantly.

Christian held her hand tightly and stormed off towards the car holding onto the keys y/n's parents had passed to him. As they walked towards the door, her parents gave him a nasty look which said 'I knew you'd hurt our daughter one way or the other'. Christian disregarded it and as they reached the car opened the door to the back seat and rather aggressively pushed y/n in. He sat next to her and closed the door as he held her by the back of her head and kissed her passionately. He deepened it while pulling her closer and getting on top of her. "y/n let me make love to you", y/n hugged him tightly digging her nails into his back. "I love you Christian" as he made love to her and then calmly waited for her parents to say their goodbyes and drive them back home. She was his and he was hers and no one was to come in between them. Your Batman,

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hidden feelings - bale!bruce wayne x reader

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summary; after trying so hard to push you away, bruce cannot help but confess his deepest feelings to you

warnings; angst, mature language, fluff

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You and Bruce had been friends for many years. To be honest you, Bruce and Rachel had always been inseparable, but you and Bruce had an even more tight connection. So, when his parents were killed, you were the shoulder that he could cry on. You would spend so many hours trying to comfort him and show him that there was so much more out there, show him that he deserved the whole world. 

As the years passed by, however, your feelings for him changed drastically- from being friendly to more romantically. You always admired Bruce; how emotionally strong he was, how smart he was and in general everything about him. So, it is fair to say that when he disappeared you broke down.  

You felt as you had just lost your whole world. You'd always go to the Wayne Manor and ask Alfred if he had somehow come back, yet his reply was always negative. Until one day, when he had finally arisen from the dead. 

It was the happiest day of your life. Nevertheless, you realized that he had changed in so many ways. He had become more muscular, more serious and his whole demeanour was different. 

Sooner or later, you also caught up to the fact that he was hiding something away from you. So you comforted him, but it all ended up in a huge argument. He tried to shut you out of his whole life saying that he had no time for old friends and games now, that he had to focus on his company and other... women.  

That day he had broken you in so many ways. You tried to talk to Rachel, yet she told you that she had somehow cut of contact with Bruce too. Later on, she admitted to you that he was romantically interested towards her. She told you that she felt really bad about it, but you reassured her that she had nothing to feel bad about, after all it wasn’t her fault. 

He had made you depressed. You thought that he had finally broken you completely, until one day when you realised that there was something left of him inside your heart still.  

You were at the Wayne Manor, because apparently you were invited to his birthday party. Turns out Alfred had sent you the invitation. But you really hoped that you had never attended. The image of him with a beautiful woman; tall, slim, brunette, that was a perfect match for him, broke the last pieces of your heart that were left. They were dancing, making people look at them in awe, while you were standing in a corner of the enormous room, trying not to cry and make a fool of yourself. 

Now he had completely broken you. 

You couldn’t stand watching him with another woman for even a second more, so you run away trying to get as far away from him as possible. You didn’t notice that you had led yourself to a room that looked more like an office. A piano was placed at the far end and you walked towards it. You were indeed a very exceptional pianist and Bruce was always making sure to always remind you of that. 

You run your hands on the keys, starting playing his favourite song. You purred your whole heart on that song, tears running down on your cheeks, sobs leaving your soft lips. You took out your frustration on the piano keys, playing random notes, until you heard a thud and the bookshelves in front of you moved. 

You were left in shock, but decided to walk towards them pushing lightly. 

A long dark hallway appeared and you followed wherever it was leading. A few moments later you were in a huge white- modern room.  

You had no idea what this place was and why it was so well hidden. You walked up to a desk in the middle of that room and looked at the screen. There were many symbols that you didn’t understand and you leaned down to take a better look. However, without realising it you had pressed on a button and a big sound was heard from behind you. 

You slowly turn around to see what it was, but what you saw left you speechless. 

Batman's suit. 

Of course you had heard about the Batman. Who hadn’t heard about the Batman in Gotham? 

But why was Batman’s suit in Bruce's manor? Unless... 

Your thoughts were interrupted as the entrance where you came from opened and in came none other than Bruce fucking Wayne. 

Once he saw you, he stopped at his tracks. 

“y/n” he exclaimed your name in shock. 

“What...what is that?” you asked while pointing at the suit. 

“How did you get here?” he walked up to you. 

“By accident, I didn’t really mean to. You know how much I love playing the piano and there was one in y--” he interrupted your rumbling. 

“Are you a spy?” he raised an eyebrow while looking at you with abomination. 

You looked at him with wide eyes. He really had thought that you would ever betray him? 

“Me? A spy? To spy on who, Bruce? You? You really think that after everything we’ve been through, I would have backstabbed you like that?” you complaint. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve probably changed.” he said and you huffed a sarcastic laughter. 

“May I remind you who was the one that wanted to end our friendship?” you raised your eyebrow. 

“So that gives you a reason to spy on me? Who are you working for?” you looked at him in disbelief. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You were the one that pushed me away, I was trying to help you. You've...” you bit on you bottom lip to stop your sobs “you treated me as if I meant nothing to you, as if our whole childhood was just a dream and that fucking broke me.” a tear rolled down on your cheek. 

“You broke me, Bruce. There's nothing left of me anymore.” you said in a whisper. 

“And now... now you have the nerve to accuse me of such thing? After everything? Yes, I should be hating you, loathing you, but I don’t... I never did. Instead, I...” you stopped yourself before saying something that you would regret. 

“Instead, you what?” he walked closer to you. 

“Forget it” you turned your head, so that you wouldn’t be facing him. 

“Tell me” he demanded. 

“Why should I give you the satisfaction?” you looked up at him with sorrow “you don’t deserve to know anything. You don’t deserve to know what I've been going through because of you. You don’t deserve to know how I feel. You deserve nothing.” you saw sadness filling his eyes, but he huffed out a breath and shook that feeling away. 

“What are you doing here y/n? you weren’t invited.” he said afterwards. 

“Are you still blaming me for spying on you?” you exclaimed “but just to let you know, Alfred invited me, he thought that we could’ve a nice reconnection, but he was clearly wrong.” he sighed. 

“y/n, you can’t say anything of what you saw here to anybody.” 

“After everything I told you, you still really think that I would do such thing to you?” you wiped your tears away and he finally lifted his head up so that he could look you in the eye. 

However, the sight of you with puffy red eyes, arose a deep feeling within him that he had to feel for such a long time. His eyes soften and his shoulder fell in realisation of what he had caused. You looked so broken; indeed, he had ruined you. But why? Why would you let it phase you that much? You were the one that was giving him hope every single time and yet now here you were in front of him, completely hopeless. 

He hated himself for that.  

You were the only one, apart from Alfred, that was there for him at his worst. Not even Rachel was. 

And how had he thanked you for that? By destroying you. 

“y/n...” he whispered your name and placed one of his hands on your arm. 

“no...” you tried to back away from him, knowing that any kind of physical contact with him would end you, but he stopped you. 

“What have I done to you?” you saw in his eyes that he was hurt, but why? 

“Please Bruce...” you tried to get out of his grip, but failed. 

“I thought...” he started saying but took a deep breath as he got even closer to you and placed his palms on both your cheeks with a frowned expression. 

“I thought that back then I had made the right decision by letting you go. Trying to protect from all this, but I was so wrong. I was so hurt, trying to hide away my feelings was making things even worse. But what I did to you... I thought you’d be okay, that you’d leave a happy life without me, meet someone, get to know him like you know me, date him, marry him, have children...” you interrupted him. 

“No, no, I could never do that. No, there will be no one for me anymore... not after you” you whispered the last part while looking down, hoping for him not to have heard you, but he did. 

“Why?” he asked and you finally looked up. 

“Because I love you Bruce” a single tear run down on your cheek “I have loved you so much, for so many years. I was waiting so patiently for you to come to me, because I knew that you’d always come back, but once you did... everything had completely changed.” you confessed. 

“What had changed?” he asked you confused. 

“You had changed, Bruce. Not only that, but as I was trying to help you out with whatever was going on, you were pushing me away, until one day when you told, straight face, that you wanted to do nothing with me anymore and that you had other priorities” your voice broke towards the end. 

“Yes, that was true.” you looked at him in disbelief “and would you like to know what my first priority was and still is?” he questioned you and you looked at him. 

“You were, you are and you will be forever my first priority. Till the day I die, I'll be trying to protect you. I'm willing to risk anything for your safety, y/n” he admitted. 

“Why then? Why did you let me go?” you asked in despair. 

“I told you; I thought it was the right thing to do. I wanted to protect from any danger that Batman’s reputation would cause you, but I was so damn wrong. I should have never done that, because as much closer you are to me, so much more I can protect you and...” he paused “and because it hurt so much being away from you.” he bit his bottom lip while trying not to let his tears spill out. 

“Bruce...” you placed one of your hands on his that were still on your cheeks. He looked at you. 

“Why are you with all these women?” you asked. 

“Because I was trying to let go...” he replied. 

“Let go of what?” 

“Of you” he finally said “I wanted so bad to forget everything about you; your beautiful eyes that were shining every time you were happy, your beautiful smile that never ceased to not make my heart speed up, your intoxicating perfume, your way of always finding the right words to say, everything. I even try that with Rachel.” 

“Did you succeed?” 

“Not even close” he slightly smiled. 

“Bruce...” 

“I love you y/n. I love so damn much and I don’t know why it took that long to tell you, but I'm glad I did now. Even though I wished I could tell you first.” he chuckled and you bit your lip. 

“Kiss me” you said while looking at him. 

“y/n...” he tried to say but you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. 

“Prove to me that you really love me.” and that he did. 

Without wasting any more time, he pulled you towards him and his lips finally connected with yours in a very long-awaited kiss. You immediately lost yourself in the kiss. Chills run up your spine, your legs started trembling and your heart was about to burst out of your chest. But so was his. Bruce wrapped his own arms around your waist, biting on your lower lip asking for entrance, while he was backing you up against the desk behind you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he started exploring it as your fingers tangled themselves in between his soft hair.  

His hand went even more south, on the back of your thigh as he hoisted you up on the desk making you spread your legs so that he would get between them. He pressed his whole body against yours, while you were feeling your lips going numb. As you had started running out of air, he disconnected his lips from your and started kissing along your jaw and down on your neck. 

“I love you.” he said between kissed “I love you so much” you threw your head back at the beautiful sensation. 

“Bruce...” you moaned out his name and in a nick of time his lips were back on yours, encaging you in a bruising kiss. 

“Master Wayne...” you suddenly heard a voice and Bruce immediately turned around to see none other than Alfred standing at the entrance completely speechless. 

You immediately pushed Bruce away, feeling embarrassed, while you jumped off the desk. 

“Alfred” Bruce exclaimed. 

“Your guests are requesting for you” he informed him while a mischievous smile made its way on his face. 

“Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.” he said and turned back to you when Alfred left “where were we?” he smirked at you, but you pushed away. 

“We were about to go back to the party because your guests are expecting you.” you smirked at him. 

“Well, I am with one of my guests now, am I not?” he raised an eyebrow while grinning at you. 

“Let me remind you that Alfred was the one that invited me” you told him. 

“it’s my birthday, though...” he pouted. 

“Okay then, birthday boy, if you go out there now, I promise you that you’re in for a long night tonight.” you winked at him. 

“Shit y/n, you can’t do this to me” he groaned as you started making your way out of the bat cave. 

“Watch me” you challenged him as you walked away while swinging your hips from side to side. 

“fuck” you heard him while running up to you. 

“you’ll regret that after the party” he said. 

“we’ll see about that.” 

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Under The Radar | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: hey there! can i request bruce wayne + "shut up, i just need a cuddle" from the new prompts list?? ty 🙏

summary: Bruce is especially fond of sneaking in to see you, but sometimes, the thing he wants most is little more than to take a nap on the sofa with a film on in the background.

tws: swearing, mentions of bruising

Bruce was happy to keep things under the radar, keeping you hidden from the newspapers and the magazines and their scavenging photographers, very rarely talking about you in interviews unless if you had said he could; dating Batman was one thing, and quite easy to deal with, as under the cover of darkness it was easy to find privacy and to protect it, but dating the billionaire was another thing. People wanted to know who you were, what you did, they wanted to know about your family, they wanted to know about if you were only with Bruce for his money. People wouldn't back off. Neither you or Bruce were particularly comfortable with putting your personal life in the spotlight; the most Bruce ever told them was that he was still very much in love with you, and he was very much content and happy with you.

Keeping things under the radar was probably the best decision you had ever made when it came to your relationship; he was more than happy to sneak into your flat when he had a couple of hours spare, taking the back way and knocking on the window until you let him in. Letting him crash on the sofa while you went about with your business; he would kick his feet up and would watch a film while you did laundry or cooked or cleaned or showered; you liked it like that, being able to just exist around one another and not having to do everything together. Sometimes, though, you would end up cuddled into his side as you looked through your phone, occasionally looking up at the television screen; a few times you could have sworn that the actor in the films looked just like him, but he always denied it.

Two lives were enough.

Today wasn't any different, although Bruce was a little slower than usual thanks to a nasty bruise on his side and another on his back, but he managed to get in, and he managed to collapse on your sofa and kick his feet up; he went through what films were available, and settled on one that he knew would catch your attention, as he knew that it was one that you liked. American Psycho. He was right, as within a couple of minutes, you were stood behind the sofa with your hands on the cushions either side of his head, a quiet laugh coming from you.

"Y'know, you look an awful like him," you told him. "Like, you could be twins."

Bruce grumbled, shaking his head. "Shut up, I just need a cuddle. Come here."

You made your way around, crashing into his good side and putting your head on his chest, laying one leg over his hips as you grumbled with content. "You really don't see the resemblance?"

"Shut up," he sighed, moving so that you were beneath him, he was quick to lay his head on your chest, a soft hum leaving him when you started to play with his hair. He couldn't help it as he smiled. "Thank you..."

You tilted your head to the side, gently raking through his soft brown strands as you looked at the screen, daring to laugh. "Oh, come on! He even wears the same fucking suits! Bruce, are you sure you're not living a third life as an actor?"

"Very," he chuckled. "Two is more than enough, especially when one means I get hounded by press as it is..."

"Yeah, if you say so," you teased, letting one leg dangle over the edge as you shifted around to get comfortable. "You wanna take a nap?"

"I would love to take a nap," Bruce admitted.

"Yeah, I thought so," you mused. "If you nap, though, you can cook tea."

"I can do that..."

He snuggled into you a little more, his eyes starting to drift shut as he clung onto you, his breathing getting softer and his eyes closing; he liked days like this, where you were perfectly content and happy to take unscheduled naps with him on the sofa without questioning it. He smiled, daring to push your shirt up a little so that he could feel your stomach against his fingertips, able to feel the gentle rising and falling and the warmth of your touch; he grumbled, letting out a quiet yawn as he started to drift off.

"G'night, Bruce," you whispered, your eyes getting heavy as you tried not to succumb to sleep yourself, a smile on your lips and your fingers ceasing to play with his hair, letting your hand simply lay there amongst the soft strands as you hummed.

"G'night, (y/n)."

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IMAGINE #50 - Better than reading

Wow, my 50th imagine, I still can’t believe it! ❤️ Here we go with a cute but smutty moment with Christian in a library, thanks for asking! Enjoy @christianbalefanatic and thanks for asking ! 😍

Summary : You work at the public library. Being a great bookworm, your work is very important to you. The problem is that it sometimes takes up a lot of your time. Christian, your boyfriend, decides to surprise you…

Pairing : Christian Bale x Reader

Warnings : fluff, strong langage, smut and unprotected sex 🔥

Tag list : @kittenlittle24​ ; @christianbalefanatic​

"Christian, where are you taking me?" you say as you follow him as best you can, trotting between the shelves covered in books. 

"Follow me, you'll see," Christian replies as he continues on his way to the library's reserve. But what is he up to? 

These places are not unknown to you since you have been working here for two years now. Two wonderful years of organizing, filing and sharing your passion for books and reading. A job that, it is true, takes a lot of your time. It must also be said that Mrs. Clarence, the boss, imposed particularly strict working hours, to the great displeasure of Christian, your boyfriend, who wanted to spend more time with you.

And obviously, to counter this problem, he had found a solution. He had suddenly shown up ten minutes before, when you were supposed to be putting away the newly arrived books. You thought it was a simple visit to see you, but it was clear that he had other plans...

The race stopped at the doorway to the storeroom. Christian opens the door and you rush inside together. He stands against the door for a moment, watching for any sound that would indicate another staff member had followed you. 

"If you wanted a particular book, all you had to do was ask the librarian." You hear Christian chuckle. Certain that you are finally alone, he closes the lock and turns back to you.

"What if it's not a book I want, but the librarian?". His voice suddenly becomes suave and his eyes darken. You swallow, finally understanding what he has in mind.  

"What's going on sweetheart?", Christian steps forward, caressing your cheek gently. 

"Christian, we can't do this here!", you enjoy the touch of his finger on your skin but you can only resist. "If anyone hears us or if Mrs. Clarence catches us, I..."

"Shh...", he puts a finger to your lips before leaning in to whisper to you. "Everyone else is busy, it's just you and me...so let's make this good and quick"

A shiver of pleasure runs through you as Christian pushes you against the shelf behind you. You swallow again, feeling the desire gradually rise in you. Christian slides his head into your neck to place several sensual kisses while his hands continue to caress your arms, up and down.

"Chris..." you moan, wanting to say his name, but unable to continue as you feel his tongue titillate your earlobe, your sensitive spot.

"Relax my darling...", he whispers against your skin, his breath triggering a new wave of shivers. 

"But...what if...what if someone...finds out that...", you again don't have time to finish your sentence. Christian intensifies his kisses that go lower and lower, down to the birth of your chest. He then lifts his head, flashing a naughty smile on his handsome face.

"This will only get more exciting." And without warning, he reaches down to pull up the sides of your dress to reach your panties. Defeated, you bite your lip, unable to resist longer to this torture. Each time, Christian was able to make you flinch just by his caresses and his kisses. With a glance, you look at the door, hoping with all your heart that nobody will have the idea to come to rush in the reserve at this moment. Normally, this room was only accessible for the staff and for the moment, Mrs. Clarence was absent, at least until closing time. That gave you some time. 

"Oh," another moan escapes your lips as you feel Christian's fingers touch the tips of your labia, searching for your clit. Lost in thought, you hadn't even realized he'd already removed your panties. To make it easier, Christian takes your leg and rests your calf on his shoulder, giving him better access to your privacy. To keep from falling, you grab one of the boards from the shelf behind you. 

"Mmh...I know one who's more than happy to see me," he says, still looking naughty, feeling with his fingers how ready you are for him. His fingers caress your lips, back and forth, and it's torture. Your head tilts back, bumping into another board. 

"Oh yeah..." your fingers slip into Christian's hair as you feel him replace his fingers with his tongue. "Oh yeah...like that." Christian is busy trying to give you as much pleasure as possible, he knows he doesn't have much time. Your fingers, clinging to the board, are slowly starting to give way as well, and it's getting harder and harder to stand. 

"Chris...baby...", you whisper as best you can between two moans, trying to get his attention. 

Christian finishes by giving you one last lick before pulling away. He seems to understand your message because he puts your leg back on the ground, allowing you to regain your balance. He stands up to be at your level and finally captures your lips for a sweet kiss. Taking advantage of this moment, you move your hands down to the zipper of his pants, already feeling the huge bulge. 

"I think...you are also very happy to see me," you say as you tease against his lips, continuing to kiss him more and more sensually. Christian giggles, grabbing your face to intensify your kiss. Skillfully and without looking, you undo the button on his pants and let them slide to his feet. And there, you notice with surprise, that he is not wearing underwear! You laugh, amused by this funny situation. Christian detaches himself, not understanding why you start to laugh. He suddenly realizes the reason.

"I was in too much of a hurry to come and see you, I forgot to put on underpants". You both laugh before regaining your seriousness. Your hands automatically go to his already hard member. First some caresses, at the base until the end, before making more precise movements. Christian moans under your caresses but suddenly, he stops you in your momentum.  

"We don't have much time unfortunately...but let's save it for tonight, what do you say?", for only answer you address him a naughty smile, in a hurry to be already tonight to show him all the extent of your talent. Christian takes your face in his hands and kisses you tenderly one last time before scanning the room in search of an ideal place. He finally finds it and takes your hand to lead you to a more secluded corner, away from the door. 

"I can't hold on much longer...I want you". 

"Then take me", you answer, determined to satisfy the burning desire that has been burning you since he brought you here. Everything you feared when you entered seems to have finally disappeared.  

"Bend over", with his hand, he helps you to position yourself against other shelves, bigger and more solid. Both of your hands grab two boards at the same height while you place your right foot on the second board from the bottom, making it easier to get in. Christian moves closer, lifting your dress to your hips. He positions himself behind you too, taking her member in his hand. He also takes the opportunity to spank your asscheek, which makes you moan.

"I can't take it anymore Christian...", you moan, checking one last time that you are well hung. He then strokes his glans against your entrance and between your wet lips. 

"Oh yes," he leans in to whisper in the hollow of your ear.

"Please...I want you...now," Christian slides his member in again to torture you before slowly entering you, making sure not to hurt you. This position is not unfamiliar to you but he is always careful and gentle.  He comes out to enter once more, checking to make sure you're ready enough. 

"God...you're so tight," he groans as he feels a sensation of pleasure wash over him. His words and caresses are enough to turn you on more and more. 

"Go ahead baby..." you scream in pleasure, hoping no one heard you. You join a movement of pelvis to your words to encourage Christian to start his cadence. Getting the message, he puts his hands on your hips and starts to move, first slowly and then faster, remembering that unfortunately you only have a few minutes to enjoy this moment. 

"Oh yes...go on...", your breathing is jerky and you hold on as best you can to the shelf but the sensations you feel are so pleasant that it is hard to hold on. 

"You like that, don't you..." he groans too, admiring your body from this angle. He places one of his feet back, causing him to push further inside you. A scream escapes you, more audible than the others, and Christian puts his hand over your mouth to keep it quiet. The sensations you feel increase tenfold, and you begin to feel that familiar, pleasurable sensation come to life in the pit of your stomach.

"Keep going...I'll soon..."

"Cum for me honey, go ahead, let it out," Christian says, almost out of breath and determined to give you maximum pleasure. Your face bows, your forehead butting against the shelf board and you bite your lip violently to remain discreet. 

"Yes...Yes...", you moan more and more, feeling that vague sensation start to get clearer and clearer until it produces an explosion of extraordinary sensations. Your legs tremble and it becomes difficult for you not to fall under the effect of this orgasm.

"That's it baby...cum for me," Christian says as he speeds up his strokes to give you maximum pleasure until the end. You still feel that pulse spreading for a few moments before it disappears but leaving a feeling of well-being spreading through your veins. Satisfied and proud, Christian continues his movements until he reaches his own deliverance in a last blow, adding a deep and guttural moan. 

"God..." he cries out as he regains his senses. Slowly, he pulls back, also helping you back to a normal position. 

"Oh my god...", your legs hurt a little but it was worth it. Christian grabs you by the arm to take you in his arms, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"I love you you know," you whisper against the skin of his chest, dropping a kiss in turn.

"I love you too." You stay in each other's arms for a moment, enjoying this moment of well-being and love.

"(X/Y)! Where are you?", Mrs. Clarence's shrill, screeching voice is suddenly heard in the hallway, behind the storeroom door.

"Shit...my boss!", you exclaim silently, immediately pulling your dress down. Still as quietly as possible, you gesture to Christian that it is past time for him to put his clothes back on and especially to stay hidden. 

"(X/Y)!", the voice rings out once again. Advancing cautiously between the shelves, you recover your small panties in the passage and slip them on at full speed. You also redo your hair, hoping that your little escapade will go unnoticed, before opening the door, in a last breath.

"Yes Mrs. Clarence." 

"Ah here you are at last. What were you doing in the storeroom?"

"Oh, I...I was looking for a book but...I couldn't find it," you really hope that lie will pass. Mrs. Clarence is not the type to be fooled. She looks at you suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

"Is everything okay? Are your cheeks all red?" she adds, continuing to look at you warily. It's impossible not to blush even more at such a remark.

"Oh that's nothing, I had to move some boxes that were particularly heavy...". 

"Very well," she said after a few more seconds of very uncomfortable silence. "Hurry up, a student needs some information". And with that, she leaves again in the library. Relieved, you let out a deep relief. Behind you, Christian gently opens the door, having made sure that the way was clear. 

"We got lucky," you murmur as you urge him out of the storeroom. 

"Quick, go through the emergency door before she sees you." Christian laughs, with an amused look, before placing a kiss on your cheek. 

"See you later my pretty librarian...Be ready for round two".

#Christian Bale #christian bale imagine #christian bale x reader #imagine50

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Opening Requests!

Hi, everyone! I am opening requests again! Please read the rules carefully before submitting your request(s).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

#requests #Oscar Isaac x Reader #Pedro Pascal x Reader #Diego Luna x Reader #Christian Bale x Reader #Henry Cavill x Reader #Tom Hardy x Reader #Sebastian Stan x Reader #Chris Evans x Reader #Ewan McGregor x Reader #Oscar Isaac imagine #Pedro Pascal imagine #Diego Luna imagine #Christian Bale imagine #Henry Cavill imagine #Tom Hardy imagine #Sebastian Stan imagine #Chris Evans imagine #Ewan McGregor imagine

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— 𝐴𝐵𝑂𝑈𝑇 𝑀𝐸

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lil bio :

sarah, 21yrs old, italian, gemini

pronouns :

she/her

fictional crush / es :

there are so many but i’ll put the only one i post in my blog

christian bale / patrick bateman

likes :

reading (books/tumbrl/wattpad), listening to music (especially lana del rey), dilfs, movies, writing, making fake scenarios about christian bale/patrick bateman/dilfs in general, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, darling etc.), making edits.

personality :

estp (i guess?)

hobbies :

works in graphic design, that is, the design and graphic design of brands (or logos), coordinated image (business cards, writing paper, envelope, various forms), packaging (graphic design of products, labels, packaging, packaging design)

tags i use ↴

#christian bale #patrick bateman #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #he is so daddy #he is sooooo #patrick bateman imagine #christian bale imagine

[whereireid]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 — masterlist

pairing: patrick bateman x fem!reader

Summary: Patrick gives up control for one night. It doesn’t exactly go the way that you want it to.

— warnings: nsfw content, sub!patrick but he still has psychological control ofc, blowjobs, teasing, restraints, choking

"Are you trying to get me to beg?" Patrick asks, his brows knitting together as he watches your naked frame kneel before him, an uncomfortable throb shooting to the tent in his briefs as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. "Because if that's what you're doing, then I can assure you that I'm not going to plead to get you to touch me."

A soft coo slips past your lips as you stroke your fingers up Patrick's thigh, the muscle tensing involuntarily as your digits teasingly edge closer to the place where he wants you to touch him the most. You can tell that he's frustrated by the ticking of his jaw and the flaring of his nostrils, and you shoot him a loving smile as he glares down at you.

"You know how much I want you to beg," you murmur, your eyes glinting with mischief as you cup Patrick's hard cock through his briefs, a low groan drawing from the depth of his throat as you do so. "Please, Patrick? I want to hear how badly you want me."

"I'm not going to beg you to touch me.” His voice is emotionless, yet his throat grows dry when he watches your tongue comes out again, this time not to wet your lips but to lick at the outline of his cock through his briefs. "I'll get what I want eventually.” He tenses as you leave a wet stripe up his briefs, before he mockingly adds, “honey.”

You pout, your fingers careful as they slip under the band of his briefs, tugging at the Italian-made cotton softly. "At least pretend like I'm the one in control here," you huff, your hand curling around his cock, your lips quirking upwards as his pink tip leaks with precum. "Humour me a little, Patrick. Beg. Please?”

Patrick tries to ignore how comedic this situation actually is. He's the one tied up right now — his wrists are bound together with rope and he's tethered to the headboard, but somehow, he has all of the control. You're literally begging him to plead with you. If he was in your position and you were denying him of such sweetness, he'd bring out one of his knives and then you'd start blubbering and pleading like it's nobody's business.

He decides to humour you.

"Please suck my cock, honey. I need it so bad. I need it more than anything," he says flatly, the tip of his cock twitching against your cupid's bow as you beam up at him, "you have no idea what you do to me."

Surprisingly, it doesn't work.

"Don't mock me, Patrick. You're a little bit frustrated. I can see how tense you are." A low groan draws from his throat as you lick a delicate stripe up his length, careful to trace along his veins, your tongue sweetly swirling around his swollen head when you reach his tip. "If you don't comply with my orders, you're not getting what you want."

"Just put it in your mouth."

"I'll put it in my mouth when you ask me properly."

There it is — the tick in his jaw, the flaring of his nostrils, the intense, downcast gaze. You're pushing his boundaries, and you grin as he huffs, your lips carefully pressing gentle kisses against his length.

Your movements are incredibly gentle as you cup his balls in the palm of your hand, your tongue flicking out to toy with the needy head of his cock. His eyes crinkle shut and his nose scrunches as you lick a slow, deliberate stripe from the head of his cock down to his balls, your tongue flattening against his length as you bring your skilful muscle back up to his tip.

It's torture. Delicious torture. His nostrils flare when you pull away, a lewd string of spit trailing from his cock to your lips. You look up at him through lidded eyes, and your heart races in your chest as you see how black and blown his pupils are, his hazel irises sheathed from the dilation of his lust.

Pride resides in the depth of Patrick's chest. He didn't think you actual had it in you to tease him, but as you pepper sultry kisses to his cock, he realises that he's actually beginning to lose patience. His hips thrust against your face involuntarily, and an embarrassing whine catches in his throat as you tease him.

"I won't ask again," he says, and there's an edge to his tone that has your heart wrenching and fear prickling at your skin, "put it in your mouth. Please."

You smile.

It's the closest you're ever going to get to Patrick pleading with you. This small act of submission is enough — his bound wrists were his idea, not yours, meaning he was still in control even when he was complying with your demands to be domineering for once.

"Only because you asked so nicely," you tease, flinching under his warning gaze, your lips wrapping around the head of his cock carefully.

Your mouth is so warm and so wet, and Patrick's jaw clenches so hard that he wonders how he hasn't broken a tooth in the process. You feel so good as you roll your head up and down his cock lazily, your tongue trailing around his length as you force your head down, your nose pressing against his crotch as you take every inch of his cock inside of your mouth.

You gag. It's like heaven — the constriction of your throat tightens the grip your mouth has on his cock, and the warm, familiar feeling of arousal pools in your belly as Patrick hisses from above you, the muscles of his thighs flexing underneath your touch. There's something so intimate about how he's giving himself to you, how he's allowing you to have control, and you flush under his heavy gaze as you choke around his length, still not quite used to the uncomfortable girth of his cock.

"I'm glad that I made you bind me to the bed with these ropes," Patrick breathes from above you, his eyes starry as your tongue flicks over his tip, rolling over his slit carefully. "I want to hurt you so badly. If I wasn't restrained I think I'd ruin you completely."

The twitching head of his cock is a good enough signal that he's close. He grunts from above you, and it feels like he's been punched as his eyes lock onto yours, your mouth set upwards into a smile, your mouth glistening with salvia and precum.

Patrick's eyelids flutter shut, and you giggle as he groans again — usually he's not so vocal — using his moans as means of encouragement, forcing your head down, taking in all of his length, until you can no longer breathe breathe.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your lungs are burning by the time that he cums. You struggle against him, squeezing your eyes shut, taking in every inch of him, your tongue lewdly lapping at his balls in an attempt to shock him through his orgasm.

And it works. Patrick is so tense that you can feel every single indentation of muscle, and your fingers dart over his chiselled abs, your cunt pulsing with need as he spews incoherent insults from above you.

By the time your breathing has steadied and you've finished swallowing, Patrick is no longer tense. He's no longer twitching, but his cock is still hard and heavy, a small bead of cum dribbling down his length as he gazes at you such fire you feel like you're being set alight.

"Untie me," he says, his voice dripping with authority and warning, “now."

"Yes, Patrick." You scramble towards him, quick to loosen the knots in the rope, your heart thrashing wildly in your chest.

You realise that the only reason you were in control then is because Patrick let you be. Once the knots are untied, his hands scatter towards your throat, and your eyes are wide and frantic as he presses down on your trachea, cutting off your air supply, making you feel dumb and incredibly horny.

His eyes blaze wildly as he gazes down at you, and he smirks, his pearly white teeth glistening in the florescent lights of his bedrooms as he promises, "you're in for a long night, honey."

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale

[makeyoumine69]

Love ur writing it always makes me so happy when you post

For the celebration can you do breeding, belly bulge, and loss of innocence/virginity please 🥵🥵

Obsession

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: When your father told you that you were going to marry the son of his biggest business partner, named Patrick Bateman, you didn't believe him at first, but eventually you had to face reality and accept your destiny.

◥ WARNINGS: Smut, hurt /comfort, forced marriage, forced pregnancy (kinda), loss of virginity, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, nipple play/tit sucking, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, belly bulge, Breeding kink, Praise kink, Innocent kink, Size kink, sweet dirty talk, multiple orgasms, humiliation, manipulation, pet names, horny hubby!Patrick Bateman himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 4.1k

◥ SONG REC: Mariah Carey - Obsessed🖤

◥ A/N: Finally, I managed to finish this prompt. I really enjoyed writing it, thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it!

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [BWC MASTERLIST].

You were so scared and lost that you couldn't really believe it was happening - you wished that marrying Patrick Bateman was just a dream... but it wasn't. It all felt so real when after the super luxurious wedding, you rode in his limo to the Plaza Hotel for your first night together. Because the whole situation between the two of you was so rushed, you didn't even have time to get to know each other better, your father was too impatient and he wanted this marriage to happen as soon as possible. However, you remembered Patrick since you were children and all the girls around were always so charmed by him, even when he was just a little cheeky boy.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Patrick suddenly asked, placing his large palm on your knee. 

With a sharp gasp, you shrugged from his unexpected touch and turned to face him, holding for a moment to admire his beautiful, brown eyes. 

“Nothing.” You replied, breaking eye contact with him once you noticed you were staring at him for too long. 

You heard him letting out a tired sigh, and then Bateman tried to cuddle with you a bit, wrapping his arm around your slightly shaking shoulders. “I know that everything seems to be a bit messy but…”

"It doesn't seem like it, but it really is," you looked at him again, his face so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. "Literally…everything."

"Baby, please. Don't interrupt me, okay?" Patrick tried his best to be patient and polite, but you could feel his hand tightening on your back with each passing moment. "Things are really messed up, but I want to assure you – if you can be a good wife, I'll be a great husband to you. That sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?"

Shivering from being so close to him, you almost writhed in your seat when you felt his searing lips brushing behind your ear as he murmured something soft, something soothing, but you couldn't concentrate as the meaning of his words slipped away from you like a leaf in the wind.

“Pat-Patrick, actually … there’s one thing I didn’t tell you yet,” you mused nearly audible. “You know, I’ve never been close with anyone.”

“What do you mean?”

As soon as you opened your mouth to respond, the limo stopped and you both looked into the window to see the beautiful illumination of the Plaza. 

“Oh thank God, we’re finally here … I really hate NY in this time of the day, because of these fucking traffic jams.” 

Bateman’s rants still resound behind your back even when you got outside. Gently, he held your waist for support as you moved to the entrance to the grand hotel, your hand kept fixing the hem of your massive dress. 

It was not surprising that Patrick chose a luxury presidential suite for you, with large rooms and high ceiling above. You couldn't hide your fascination and that made him smirk loftily whilst he was helping you to remove your half-coat. Little by little, you moved to what was supposed to be a living room and took a seat on the huge black leather couch, suppressing growing anxiety inside your chest. 

“Do you like this place?” Patrick looked at you before letting out a short whistle, removing his jacket. 

“Yes, it’s really nice.” Smiling timidly, you clutched at the skirt of your dress once you saw him coming closer. 

“Uh, you always loved fancy things, darling,” he sat next to you, throwing his leg over another and placing his hand on the back of the couch, almost touching your shaky shoulders. “Well, nothing's too good for my wifey.”

His kiss on your lips was so sudden that it sent a million chills down your spine, causing your lungs to cramp from the lack of oxygen. At first, you clawed frantically at his solid biceps as you felt his hot tongue slide against your mouth in a demanding manner. You jolted once you gave him what he wanted, because this kiss was nothing compared to the one you shared at the wedding - it was much more passionate, but still you couldn't relax.

“Pat-Patrick, please … wait,” you whispered as your voice shook, searching for his brown eyes which now were dark as a midnight sky. “You must know one very important thing.”

“What is it, my dear?” 

"I'm..." you stuttered from the way he was staring at you, his hungry gaze literally eating you alive. "I'm a virgin, Patrick."

He frowned for a moment, then laughed uproariously before pulling up the hem of your dress, messing with its countless layers. "You can't be serious."

His reaction really embarrassed you, so you just pushed his big palm away and got up, leaving him on the couch with a disappointed grimace on his face.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asked annoyingly, his golden Rolex wiggling on his wrist as he raised his hands in confusion.

"I want to get off this dress and change into something else," you complained, trying to reach the ties at the back of your dress to undo them. "I hate it!"

It was as if he hadn't even noticed your ranting when he rejoined you: "And what about that guy from college who was hovering around you like a fucking shark? Poor guy missed his chance to get a bite of a delicious pie like you?"

Gritting your teeth, you shrugged at the unpleasant sensation and shouted: "Don't you dare talk about him like that!"

He chuckled again, in his natural haughty way. "He was always a loser, and I always knew you would be mine."

You were almost done with the ties, but as soon as you heard his last words, you froze, feeling something snap in your mind. "What did you just say?"

Bateman's grin grew even wider as you turned to face him, with an unhidden dread in your eyes. "I said I always get what I want..." He stood up and walked over to the large coffee table near the couch, taking a glass and pouring some red liquid into it. "Wine?"

When you didn't answer, he took a sip of alcohol before continuing his malicious confession: "As you probably remember, my dear (Y/N), my father wanted me to marry," with every word he said, Patrick was slowly closing the distance between the two of you. "And he also wanted me to have an heir. The American dream family, that really works best for a good social reputation".

He paused, standing almost face to face with you, you could feel his expensive perfume enveloping you like a mist. “And?” 

Your curiosity made him sneer with delight, so he cupped your cheek and looked down at you, murmuring softly as if trying to lull you into a fake sense of comfort. "And then there was a business meeting with your father where I remembered you as the ideal candidate to be my wife," he smiled almost lovingly, stroking your cheekbone and placing a tender kiss on your temple. "Too bad you couldn't see the look on your father's face when we talked about it, he was as happy as if he'd won a fucking billion dollars."

Stifling the immense pain in your heart, you closed your eyes and almost fell into his embrace from the feeling of being so miserable in this selfish world. His words only proved your thoughts about being just a figure in another chase game of your dad, and according to what Bateman just told you - your father won a jackpot by forcing you to marry the son of his biggest business partner.

“But to be fair, I didn’t expect to be that lucky …” he murmured before pulling you closer, his hands traveling around your lower back. “… to get such an innocent flower.”

When Patrick kissed you on lips again, you didn’t even struggle as the dark void inside your soul was consuming all of your thoughts and feelings, leaving you completely empty. With no rush, Bateman was undoing the rest of the ties on your dress as if he was unwrapping his most desirable gift. Your throat shivered in a choked gasp, as your body was traitorously responding to each touch he made, especially when his large palms ran across your boobs to give them a slight squash. 

"Baby, you don't have to be afraid of me." His suddenly charming voice sounded like honey, so sweet and stringy. 

"I'm not afraid," you stared up at him, catching his hands that were now caressing your thighs. "I'm so... so fucking disappointed."

"It's understandable."

"But not for you," you scowled a bit, biting your lip to keep the salty tears from welling up in your eyes. "I'm just a toy for you... just like for my beloved father."

Suddenly Patrick's eyebrows knitted, making him look a little frustrated. "No, you're not."

"Enough lies," you wanted to push him away, but he only held you tightly, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. "This is all so fake!"

"Maybe everything around us is fake, but we are not..." he gently traced a finger along your cheek, moving down to outline your trembling lips. "We're real, and when I said I'd take care of you, it wasn't a lie."

The way he looked at you was literally captivating, it caught you off guard and you couldn't help but breathe out sharply as his plump lips nestled against the sensitive spot on your neck. 

"Pat... Patrick," your hands clung to his shoulders as you desperately searched for protection, and your inner nature told you that he could do it - his strong arms were like a shield between you and the whole world. "I really want to make it work, but..."

Bateman didn't allow you to finish, pressing his thumb against your mouth and then lifting you up as if you weighed nothing as he walked into the big, fashionable bedroom. Shaking slightly, you closed your eyes from the sense of unreality that clouded your mind like the strongest alcohol.

Did he just say he was going to take care of you? 

The man you had always known as a total egoist, who loved no one but himself, now covered your small frame from above as he laid you on the king-size bed, planting little kisses on your cheek before settling on his knees, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt.

"You look gorgeous, (Y/N)," he mused, taking your leg to peck at your ankle, causing your back to arch at his unexpected tenderness. "As you always do."

Cautiously, Patrick slid down your luxury wedding dress, exposing your bare skin that was not hidden under your beautiful white lingerie - just a glimpse of it made him swallow hard, and when you gave him your most innocent look, he licked his lips briefly as his nostrils began to turn red.

Panting barely audibly, Bateman stood on the floor to remove his clothes, not wasting a moment to admire your embarrassed face, the more naked he became, the more noticeably you began to fidget.

"Come here, darling." He purred like a cat and beckoned you over to sit on the edge of the bed.

There was something sweet about him, as all the girls always said when they saw him, which was probably the reason why you couldn't resist him as you obeyed and knelt beside him, waiting for his next move.

“Babydoll,” he stroked your cheekbone, and you closed your eyes again from the blissful sensation of his warm palm. “Tonight, I’m gonna guide you into the world of pure pleasure … ”

You shuddered at his promise as your insides tightened like a spring - that strange sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You'll never be the same after this, sweetheart." Bateman crooned, wrapping his hand around your neck, not to hurt you, but to make you feel his unspoken dominance.

“A-ahh,” your low moan caressed his ears and that was one of the most delighted things he ever heard. “What do you want me to do?”

Your hasty question impelled him to humm in absolute adoration, as Patrick drew near your mouth to kiss you hungirly, never in your life someone was kissing you like that, sucking on your lips one by one and biting them a bit, making you literally melt in his strong arms.

"Be yourself, (Y/N)," he whispered into your ear, hugging your shoulders before pushing on them determinedly, and now you were sprawled on the bed beneath him. "You're incredible just the way you are."

Trembling, you wanted to scream as his words worshiped your broken soul, even if he was only doing it to befuddle you and get what he wanted - in that moment, you didn't care as the strange, burning desire grew from the inside, corrupting your innocent mind by the second.

Delicately, Bateman darted his soft fingers against your belly, sliding them up to your heavy breasts, teasing your nipples with light strokes, you gasped from that contact, creasing the blanket and spreading your legs that allowed him to rest himself more comfortably. 

“Good girl,” he praised you and pulled down the straps of your lingerie to expose your extremely hard peaks. “Mmm … my sweet, little girl.” He gave one of them a few licks, before he took it into his hot mouth, sucking it with pure delight. 

“A-aww, Gosh … ” You wailed and enfolded your arms around his head, not even realizing you were pressing him closer. 

Patrick exhaled a muffled groan and switched to your other nipple, swirling his wet tongue around it so deliciously that the tight knot in your lower abdomen was begging to be released.

“Patrick! P-Patrick please!”

“Mmm, honey, you have amazing tits,” he huffed and trapped your swollen tip between his sharp, white teeth, forcing you to freeze in silent moan of pleasure. Seizing the moment, he sneaked his long fingers between your legs to grope your taut lower lips. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet and we have only just started.”

Breathing heavily, you look up at him from under your lashes with your dazed eyes, feeling his soft finger pads slide up and down your feverish pussy. Bateman stared back at you, smirking in his arrogant way, especially when you jerked beneath him as he slipped a thumb inside your panties and pressed it against your sensitive nub.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" Patrick asked, rubbing your clit steadily, forcing you to bend your legs into knees to give him more space to play with. 

You tossed the pillows around to cover your face and just nodded, feeling his ministrations becoming more and more insistent, you didn't know how long you could stand it. 

"Mmm, does that feel good, baby?" He watched you from above, admiring the view of your trembling body as his fingers slid over your cunt like clockwork, making obscene, sleek noises.

"A-arrh, yes ... mmm ... so good."

To be fair, Bateaman knew what you were going to say before you answered, because he was absolutely confident in his sex skills, and you would remember this night for a long time.

First, he left a light kiss on your side, passing your rib bones as he descended to your mound, leaving a wet trail of hickeys. Fondly, Patrick opened your hips wide apart, and he had to hold them securely as he pushed your underwear aside. You winced because you knew what he was going to do, and when he finally latched his plump lips against your blushing clit, you didn't know whether to stop him or explode right here - his skilled tongue left you with no choice. 

"Mm-mmhm, ohhh God, I can't... I can't, Patrick! It's too much," you writhed on the bed, the tension in your womb too intense for you to bear. "P-Please ... ah, please ..."

Uncertain of what you were pleading for, you let him strap your legs over his broad shoulders as he lapped at your cunt without stopping, sucking your burning flesh and consuming your sweet juices like his favourite dessert. You were so fucking close to combustion when a sudden sharp pain ripped through your body, causing you to shriek in agony.

"Shh, it's all right ... I need to prep you, (Y/N)," he smooched the inside of your hip, slowly pushing his thin fingers into your spasming cleft. "Hang in there, baby. Will you do it for me?"

His voice was so soothing, so convincing. As you wiped away your tears, you saw him offer you a hand and you took it, letting your fingers intertwine. Patrick interpreted this gesture as a 'yes' and the next moment his lips found their way back to your clit, flicking it with his warm tongue and sparingly pumping your pussy with his expert fingers.

As much as he attempted to be gentle, it was still painful as he plunged deeper with each passing second.  "Mmm, I..." you stammered as you felt him add another finger. "I'm scared, Patrick."

"Don't be," Bateman mused after tugging on your little tip with a squelch, slowly twisting his digits and looking at you from between your legs. "As long as you're a good girl for me, you've got nothing to worry about."

Swallowing hard, you closed your eyes from the stinging sensation of your shimmering tears. You knew there was no going back, you belonged to this man now and he could do whatever he wanted with you. Still, you tried to believe him, it might be naive and stupid, but... you just couldn't deny your sympathy towards him, especially when he treated you so kindly and lovingly.

Maybe one day you would regret it, but for now all you could do was whimper loudly and writhe on the king-size bed in the most expensive suite at the Plaza Hotel as your lawful husband was about to make you his, now and forever.

After a while, your taut body couldn't take any more of the crazy mix of pain and ecstasy that was intoxicating your mind - you orgasmed so vividly that you were afraid you were going to pass out from the feeling of your inner walls pulsating again and again.

"Yes ... just like that, honey," Patrick murmured, his fingers still pounding into your spasming cunt, prolonging your climax and it seemed you were about to cum again. "Ahhh, baby, you make me so proud."

"Patrick..." your chest rose and fell so abruptly that your face burned from the heat, as if someone had poured hot tea on you. "Mmm..."

You only managed to squeak out as Bateman suddenly rolled you over, forcing you to stay on your knees as he sat behind you. Shit, he was so huge, you felt so tiny in his arms, especially when he wrapped them around you to plant a sloppy kiss on your neck, he could feel the artery beating so fast.

"You'll like it, believe me," he chuckled softly before pushing down on your back to bend you over. "It will hurt, I admit, but not for too long."

At the very last moment, a creeping fear took over your mind and even after several orgasms he had worked you up, you couldn't relax, knowing the pain to come. Nervously, you bent down to rest your head on your crossed elbows, his hot flesh poking at your tight little hole. God, he was so big... you knew it from the time you danced close together at your wedding, your inner channel clenching around nothing in anticipation of what would happen next.

"(Y/N)," he called your name longingly, stroking his full length as he spread your wetness around his engorged head. "I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you now."

Bateman lowered himself to lick your neck, and then you screamed loudly as he began to thrust into you, gripping your hips tightly as you instinctively tried to slip away. 

"Pat! Mmm, I'm so f-full, Goshhh," you tried your best to hold yourself back from crying, but the tearing sensation in your lower abdomen was too much to handle. "W-wait!"

"Almost there, darling," Patrick lied, as it was only the tip, but he didn't want to make the current situation any worse, so he decided to just keep going, ramming into you with more effort, grabbing you by the waist and almost digging his fingers into your delicate skin. "You're doing so well, mmmm ... F-fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Bateman really tried to control himself, but the way you embraced his thick cock was too blissful, it brought out his inner beast faster than he thought.

"Aaa-awww, so... so big, oh mmmm," your eyes rolled back in your head as he buried himself completely into your squeezed womb, your saliva dripping uncontrollably from your mouth. "Ah! It hurts..."

Without hesitation, Patrick leaned down to your neck and tongued your earlobe in order to soothe you a little, and when that didn't help, he cupped your face to bring you closer as his red-hot lips locked with yours. Passionately, he attacked your mouth, sucking and licking your tongue with a slurpy sound. 

"You will give me a child, sweetheart," Bateman muttered in a demanding tone before forcing you to sit on your knees and covering you from behind. "A beautiful son..." he thrust deeper, holding you by the neck. "...or a daughter...or both."

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh mixed with the squelching your pussy made each time his beefy shaft moved in and out of your inner channel, relentlessly hitting your cervix with its tip.

"Yes, P-Patrick ... I'll do anything you ... want ... aaaww!" Your ability to speak diminished each time he rocked into your body, pressing you closer to his solid muscles as he settled more comfortably on his knees beside you. 

"Of course, you will, baby girl."

Bateman was about to lose it at any moment from the way your tight hole was squeezing his dick, and your lascivious moans only encouraged him to fuck you harder and faster. 

"Do you feel that love?" Patrick put his hand on your belly, impaling you relentlessly on his thick cock. "Can you feel my dick hitting your belly? Arrgh-fuck, you're so delicate and fragile ... I'm even afraid of breaking you."

After his brief confession, Bateman took your palm and placed it on your tummy, so you could sense the outline of his huge dick sliding inside you, and that sensation literally made you choke on air. 

"I feel it ... Patrick, I f-feel it ... aaah," you threw your head back, resting it on his sturdy shoulder. "Patrick..."

You mumbled his name over and over as a saving mantra, your eyes now full of tears, and as if that was not enough, his hips began to slam into yours with increasing intensity. For a moment you found yourself fading away from the tremendous sensation of being so fucking full and abused that you couldn't even pronounce a world, only moaning wildly as you were fucking like animals, so ruthless and totally out of control.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna make you pregnant again and again, mm-my dear wifey," he suddenly lowered his palm down your mound to rub your oversensitive bud, smearing your slick all around your pubic area and causing your legs to tremble frantically. "Shit," he felt you clenching around his dick as you climaxed so abruptly from his rubbing circular movements. He watched you quiver in his arms, your mouth paralysed in a silent cry as he kissed your temple and contemplated: "I wanna see your belly swell with my child ... I bet you'll look so beautiful, ahh-fuck."

Growling, Patrick closed his eyes from the surging ecstasy that soon consumed him, causing his whole body to cramp and his thrusts to become absolutely raw but ragged. As he pumped his fertile seed into your pussy, he didn't stop ramming into you, holding you tightly in his muscular arms until he was spent to the last drop. The feeling of warm cum filling you from the inside was so overwhelming that you didn't have time to be afraid, as if it was destined to happen before you could even think.

‘Just be a good wifey for him,' kept nagging at the back of your mind, your tears falling on your sweaty body as your eyes were wide open, staring at that one spot on the ceiling above with bitter sorrow in your chest.

From now on, you would never belong to yourself again. Not ever.

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[taissabelle]

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

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[mlmxreader]

So Good | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader (🍋)

@spicyveganfun asked: “How badly do you wana cum” with Bruce Wayne and a Dom bottom reader pretty please 🙏🏾

summary: Bruce fucking loves it when you take control 

tws: anal, anal fingering, praise!kink, mentions of choking/collars and leads/spanking/hair pulling/edging 

notes: top!Bruce, bottom!reader, dom!reader, sub!Bruce 

word count: 812

MINORS DNI OR YOU’LL GET BLOCKED 

Bruce had just finished lubing up your ass after spending a little while stretching it with just his fingers and tongue, letting his fingers delve in once again as he made sure that he applied enough lube, eager to please you in any way that he could as he held onto your every command and followed it with a certain excitement; his cock was aching to be buried in your ass, and when you finally bent over the bed, he thought that his time had, at last, arrived. 

“Come on, then,” you wiggled your ass a little, waiting for him to hold onto your hips and gently ease himself into you before you pushed back. “Oh, fuck, that’s it.” 

Slowly, he started to thrust into you, but when you demanded that he go faster and harder, he was once more eager to please, starting to pound into you; praises fell from your lips, and he couldn’t help but to moan each time, watching how you grabbed the bed sheets tightly and moaned his name. Bruce loved to submit to you, to let you boss him around and tell him what to do, probably even more than he loved to hear you praise him, to call him your good boy. He could actually let himself loose, to give up some control. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, his voice a mere whine as you pushed your ass back and gave a good roll of your hips. 

“Yeah, this is good,” you moaned, only spurring him on. “Fuck, keep hitting that spot! Good boy!” 

Bruce stuttered out a harsh growl as he continued to pound into you, filling your ass with his cock so much that you couldn’t even think of anything else; he was truly buried inside of you, and you couldn’t have been happier about it, either. You both had the safeword well and truly cemented, Leopard, and you both knew that you could use it if need be. 

“Fuck, harder!” You yelped, and when he picked up the pace and started fucking you so roughly that you lurched forward with each thrust, you couldn’t help but to loudly praise him - almost shouting as you felt that familiar burn that came with rough sex. “You’re being so fucking good, Bruce!” 

Bruce couldn’t help but to smile, picking up the pace yet again, his grip on your hips tightening and becoming harder, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he kept at it; with each thrust he delivered, you pushed back, and he couldn’t help but to moan and whimper your name loudly, hardly able to control himself as he fucked you into that bed, spurred on by your sweet and kind praises and the way you bossed him around. Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me deeper. He loved it, he needed it; it was better than when you choked him or pulled on his hair or made him wait for your say-so to cum. It was better than when you put him on a collar and lead and spanked his ass til it was raw and red with your handprints. He couldn’t help but to love the way you so easily dominated him. 

“Please don’t make me beg, (y/n),” he whimpered, still fucking into you harshly as he licked his lips, his voice going a little hoarse. 

You smiled into the mattress as you leaned your sticky and sweaty forehead against your forearms, pushing your ass back against him with each little movement that he made. “You’re being so fucking good, I think I’ll ask you when you wanna cum.” 

“Please,” he whined, the word spilling from his lips like a dropped glass. Flooding the room. 

You loved his little whines, the way he was so fucking submissive when you were fucking him. “How badly do you wanna cum, baby boy?”

“Very,” Bruce admitted with a harsh moan when you rolled your hips a certain way. “Please, I wanna cum so badly.” 

You couldn’t say no to him, not when he was so fucking close to begging for you let him fill your ass with his cum, so you rolled your hips again, and chuckled. “You can cum when you’re… oh, fuck… when you’re ready.” 

You had to admit, you weren’t far away from it yourself, and when he started rutting into you, his pace getting sloppy and a little messy, you could feel yourself start to cum alongside him; using his release to chase your own until you could feel yourself finally cumming as he filled your ass, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let out strings of stuttered praises, spurring him on until he was putting his hands either side of your head and panting heavily, completely spent. 

“Oh, you’re so fucking good,” you praised with a soft hum. “So fucking good.” 

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[minaofmayhem]

BACK IN TOWN

You won’t believe your eyes but I’m back in the game everyone ! 

It’s been a long time since I’ve been here but I needed a long break due to some upside downs in my personal life...

Harsh times to be honest. I absolutely lost the envy to write and to create. Which is quite rare for me...That’s why I left shamefully, without a word. I needed a break, I needed to be with myself. 

A couple of things made me realized that I really wanted to come back here. 

First of all, all the likes I received every day since I left. Really, I could not believe my eyes. I’ll never be thankful enough for all this love and support I received from you, readers, who just read and appreciate what I write. The fact that my writings could bring anything, even the most little thing, to someone, does really matter to me. And I’ll continue to do my best to satisfy you all.

Second of all, after watching The Northman, I realized that I missed my passion for Alexander and his work. This movie opened my eyes and reconnected me with this community and the fandoms I love. 

I’m deeply sorry for those who asked requests. Don’t worry, now that I’m back, I’ll honor your asks and I’ll do my best to fulfill your expectations. 

Thanks a lot for you support, patience, love and comprehension 💞 

#mina is back #back in the game #back in tracks #Alexander Skarsgard #alexander skarsgård #Alex Skarsgard #alexander skarsgard imagine #back for writing #christian bale imagine #nick carter imagine