lowkey anal is so hot as a trans guy cause ure telling me uve got a hole dedicated to sex but ure such a fucking fag u wanna take it up the ass anyway? oh look at u little gay boy
more people need to lick necks. and cheeks. and ears. and thighs. just FUCK. lick tummies and happy trails and fingers. screw just licking the nipple, lick all over chests. FUCK. lick between shoulder blades when you fuck someone from behind!
i need to be called a dumb fucking dog while my mouth is stuffed with cock. grab my hair and fuck my mouth while i grind my leaky cunt on ur foot plssssss i'll be so good plsplspls :((
Anytime I catch myself thinking Patrick bateman is cool when reading a fic. I remember how in the book he canonically gets workplace bullied at Pierce & pierce for being a absolute fucking loser, a walking L, because he’s a big nerd who talks to much and a easy punching bag for his coworkers and his coworkers also collectively think he can't dress for the life of him (which is correct). He also doesn't realize he's getting bullied
My self insert x Patrick Bateman yume kink shit , if you even care.. Doubles DNI !!
CW: Yumeslop, vomit, overdose attempt
"Danny?" Patrick muttered, holding onto the others shoulder from behind. He was run down, hair desheveled, face shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, blood on his lip from his anxious lip biting.
"Danny, im home." He said with a distant, unconscious smile on his face. He held Dannys shoulder from behind, Danny facing the counter. It was way past the time Patrick got home, he was sweaty and shaking, a spot of blood on his cheek Danny is sure is not his. Danny stood taller on his toes, licking at the spot of blood on his lovers cheek. Bateman ran his fingers through his oily hair, throwing his gloves and coat off and onto the couch, walking at a frantic pace with no direction or location in mind. Setting his briefcase down, staring at it for a moment before moving it somewhere else, that spot not seeming to be correct either. He set it down as Danny watched his frantic pacing.
"Danny. Danny, im not gonna make it." He spoke, feeling his pockets, checking his briefcase and seeming to not find what he was looking for.
"Why is that, honey?" Danny spoke softly, in a caring, almost parental tone. Patrick didnt reply, opening the medicine cabinet. He shoved his hand to the back, pill bottles varying from full to empty fell to the counter and floor. He paused, looking around, eyes landing on his xanax. It was at the very front of the cabinet, there was no reason to do all that. Danny tsked, shaking his head. He knew where this was going, what Patrick would do.. Its happened before and God would he let it happen a million times over. Patrick struggled to get the top off the bottle, eventually getting it, tossing the cap to the floor and downing the pills, coughing slightly as he chewed on them, gagging at the bitter taste of the pills breaking open in his mouth. He looked at the bottle, the bottles on the floor, Danny, forcing himself to swallow.
"They're gonna get me. They're.. On their way, Danny, you dont get it you stupid bitch.." He spoke quickly, words slurred and paused every other moment by a gag or cough, tears crowding his eyes. He threw the bottle at Dannys feet, gripping the counter as he swallowed again, getting the rest of the powder down his dry throat. Danny walked up to him slowly, planting his right hand softly on his trap and rubbing smooth circles with his thumb.
"That was dumb, baby.." His left hand snaked down the others tense arm, soft hand rubbing against Batemans bigger, calloused ones, forcing his fingers between the others, making him unclench his hand. His right hand, the one placed on his trap, moved to his hair, petting the now rather gross strands back and out of his face, then sliding his hand down to his mouth.
"You cant survive with all of that in you.. Open, okay? I'll help." Patrick hiccuped slightly, looking at Danny and opening his mouth slightly, letting Dannys fingers enter. Dannys fingers felt the inside of his mouth, kissing his neck, leaving the occasional hickey or bite. Dannys fingers running over wet tongue and perfect teeth. By the second knuckle Patrick was already struggling slightly, a small gag causing the tears to run down his cheeks. Patrick looked at danny with utter disgust, tears on his cheeks, and a sense of need. Dannys middle and ring finger pressed on the back of his tongue firmly, making Patrick gag again, biting down on Dannys fingers with his front teeth, hands gripping the counter impossibly harder. Danny kicked his heel to make him open again, pressing down firmly on the back of his tounge before pulling his fingers out, vomit, crushed and half disintegrated pills, and bile following close after.
need to be inside a really loud boy right now. need to listen to him gasp as he gets past the initial stretch. watch him whine about how i'm going too slow when i try to be gentle, then moan about how "he can't take it", "i'm gonna break him", "it's too much", when i give him what he asked for. need to watch his eyes go all unfocused and glossy after his second orgasm and i'm still rutting into him. bonus point if he cries
i'd be gentle with you, sweetheart. when i press the knife into your skin, i'd make sure our fingers were intertwined on the handle. press, swipe. press, swipe. there, baby. that wasn't so hard, was it? my other hand soft on your other arm, holding it in place as you tremble. come on, you can do one more, can't you. here, let me help you.
Too much medical kink porn is "Oh no I'm so horny and the only cure is your dick" nah fuck that, my medical kink isn't even always horny.
Give me gloved hands forcing my mouth open to do an inspection of my teeth. Give me strapping me down to the hospital bed for my "saftey". Give me pleasuring me simply to watch as my heart rate mentor rises in speed. Give me softly cooing and praising me as my vitals are checked or I'm given an IV. Give me a man who will make sure I'm healthy and taken care of, no matter what...
Too much medical kink porn is "Oh no I'm so horny and the only cure is your dick" nah fuck that, my medical kink isn't even always horny.
Give me gloved hands forcing my mouth open to do an inspection of my teeth. Give me strapping me down to the hospital bed for my "saftey". Give me pleasuring me simply to watch as my heart rate mentor rises in speed. Give me softly cooing and praising me as my vitals are checked or I'm given an IV. Give me a man who will make sure I'm healthy and taken care of, no matter what...
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