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don't act like an asshole, that's my job
Freddy's status: nightmare shenanigans
Danny's status: bothering people
//rp with @batemans-confessions //
What is better than crashing a party? Doing it just to annoy someone. And that's exactly what was Danny's plan today. You know those dumb fancy social events that rich people do? Well, if you do or not, it doesn't matter, what matters is that our Mr. Johnson decided to attend one.. just to annoy Patrick. Obviously.
With his amazing skills of being able to get anywhere, Danny was currently walking through the place where the stupid party took place. He honestly hated everything about this, it was too fancy and filled with stupid assholes.
He was dressed as Jed which gave him option to just randomly take pictures of people. Danny loved doing it, he so far took a picture of a man getting slapped by some woman, then a guy who slipped on a small puddle of alcohol and and then some business dudes kissing, he would probably use that as a blackmail later. Surprisingly there were lot of women, mostly because the guys brought their partners and girlfriends.
It took him a while to finally find Patrick, Danny was trying to find him from the start but he was always getting distracted and there was so many people it got confusing mostly because every other guy at this fucking place looked the same.
Danny walked closely to the small group Patrick was talking with. Trying to eavesdrop he noticed some faces he seen before. Most particularly, Luis. Danny really liked him, it was nice to see another ginger. Deciding to make his presence known, Danny just took a picture with his camera, it made a pretty loud click which meant it catches the men's attention.
"Hey there, oh don't mind me, haha, I am just documenting." Danny said, and chuckled. His fake smile was sent mostly to Patrick's way. "Hello Mr. Bateman, it's nice to see you." He said, and adjusted his glasses he wore as Jed.
Patrick hated parties, but he absolutely loved to fit in, even when there were photographers. He knew someone was taking pictures from click he would hear over the music every now and then. He just assumed some of the girls, who were models and dating a few of his pals, were just being followed around for the media.
But he immediately turned around once he heard the click that sounded a bit too close. His mood was immediately ruined when he seen Danny in his shitty disguise. Patrick just put on a smile, his hand almost dangerously gripping his J&B. He wanted to rip Danny apart right then and there.
“Oh, gee. What a surprise, Mr. Olsen. Don’t see you around much, huh? How’s the whole, uh, journaling thing going?”
The business man held out his free hand to shake Danny’s. Just play it cool, Bateman. You can strangle him in a bit, he told himself.
As much as Danny would loved to just start laughing at Patrick at this exact moment, he obviously held it in. Instead he went to hold his camera in his left hand as he shook his right one with Patrick. The grip was strong from both of them, Danny knew Patrick just hated the idea of him being here, it was all over his face... well, if you knew what to look for.
Danny let his dumb smile show again as he spoke up. "Oh, sir! I'm so glad you remember me!" He said cheerfully and looked around at the other bussines men who didn't seem to mind him much at all. Mostly because making a scene in front of a reporter is not a good idea. "You know, my work is going great, I'm honoured to be here at this event, I got order from the New York times to be here." He said and continued smiling.
It was obviously a lie, Danny just stabbed a guy who was supposed to be here as a photographer, his body is now rotting in a dumpster near this building.
"I see, Mr. Bateman that you are enjoying yourself too." Danny said and released Patrick's hand. "It seems that you are surrounded by a really charming company." as he was talking, he glanced around the small group before his eyes stopped on the other ginger. Danny winked at him and that made Louis almost choke on air. The bussines man quickly excused himself and started walking away with his hand on his face as it was obvious he was starting to blush. Danny then looked back at Patrick.
"You know, gentleman, I will not be bothering you any more, I am glad I could meet you. I will continue in my work." Danny then said and with one more photo, that was just zoom on Patrick's hostile expression. With that, he left them and casually walked the same way Louis went. He knew that he didn't need to be present next to Patrick to provoke him and besides, he's at a party, he wants to have fun too. Danny knew Patrick is going to find him soon, letting his presence knows at all was enough.
“It’s, uh, it’s a fun party, right? Super hip… Wow, that’s great.”
Patrick respond almost robotically. His anger and bloodlust was bubbling up inside him, his hands shaking as he just stared at Danny’s face with a forced smile. He just nodded along to everything Danny said.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you… Around, I guess.”
He didn’t blink when his photo was took without his permission. He quietly watched the ginger leave before he shoved his drink at somebody, probably Van Patten or McDermott, and stormed off to find Danny. Patrick pushed through the crowd, following the sight of his colorful hair. One of his hands reached into his pocket, thumbing his switchblade.
Patrick soon caught up to the ginger and grabbed him by his wrist. He didn’t care if Danny was in the middle of a conversation or not, they needed to talk. He yanked on the shorter man’s arm and dragged him through the crowd and into a quiet, desolate hallway. The business man slammed Danny against the wall with a furious look on his face.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, Daniel?”
"Hey there.." Danny said to Louis as he leaned against the bar counter where they now stood. The other man seemed to be confused but also nervous when Danny approached him. "You know, if I could take photos of just pretty things, I would only have pictures of you." Danny then said and clicked with his camera.
The other man obviously blushed and before he could say anything, Danny was grabbed by the arm by someone. Turning towards them, he noticed it was very angry Patrick. Smiling he glanced back at Luis and quickly pulled out a bussines card from the pocket of his red coat and hand it to the other ginger. Danny then winked at him and as he was getting dragged away, he whispered "Call me~" just loud enough for the other man to hear.
Danny let Patrick to drag him away as he just smiled at him with his fake innocent smile. When they were finally alone, Danny almost lost gasped when Patrick slammed him against the wall, Danny's camera hanging around his neck bounced a little but nothing got damaged.
Smirking at the angry bussines man, he chuckled. "Oh, darling, it sounds so hot when you call me that." He said and tilted his head to a side a little bit. "What's wrong, Pat? I thought you told me to strive for better job opportunities. That's why I'm here." He said in dumb innocent voice like if he genuinely just went to this stupid event for work and meeting Patrick was accident.. which obviously wasn't.
“Stay. Away. From. Me.”
Patrick gritted through his teeth, grabbing Danny by the front of his sweater and shaking him with each word. The business man wanted to beat the hell out of him, to make the ginger realize that he didn’t like him.
“Why don’t you understand that I don’t like you? I don’t to fuck you, at all. I’m not some fucking sissy like you and Luis are. If I see you here again I will fucking rip you apart.”
He let go of the man after he slapped him across the face. Patrick huffed and shoved Danny away, turning around to try to compose himself, his blood pressure way too high. He slicked his hair back and took a few deep breaths, checking his watch and his reflection on the glass from a painting on the wall.
The yuppie contemplated just taking his knife out and stabbing the ginger to death right in the hallway while not even a few feet away people partied. Patrick spoke again, not looking at him.
“I want to stop seeing you, Daniel. We’re over, I’m done with whatever the hell this… Thing, was.”
When Patrick slapped him, Danny's smile fell. His eyes widened as he listened to the other man. Honestly, from all the things Danny expected it wasn't this. He should've known, he really should've but at the same time it was always just a game for him.
".. What.." Danny muttered as he watched the bussines man walk away from him few steps. The ginger just stood there, watching the other man. "You cannot be serious... can you?" He asked and chuckled. He tilted his head to a side as his eye twitched. What was he supposed to do.. he cannot just let this man leave.
Taking off his camera from around his neck, he placed it on the ground and made few steps towards Patrick. Suddenly Danny pulled out a knife from his coat. The hunting knife twisting in his hand. "You think you can just walk away. . I may play the part of a cheap whore but don't forget who the fuck I am." Danny's face changed, he wasn't smiling at all anymore, his face stone cold. He wasn't thinking what was he really going to do but one think he knew, he was fucking angry. Was it justified? That didn't really matter, did it. His knuckles were turning white as he was gripping his knife with all his strength.
The yuppie spun around, looking down at the knife. The corners of his mouth twitched up in an irritated smile. But he tried to remain calm, his hands slowly going to his sides, the look in his eyes murderous.
“You’re nothing, Daniel. Fucking nothing. You’re a nasty, good-for-nothing, little bitch.”
Almost in a second, Patrick shoved Danny back up against the wall. His arm pressed against the man’s neck and his hand grabbed the wrist that held the knife. Patrick wasn’t pressing down hard enough to choke the ginger, but hard enough so he couldn’t headbutt him like before. He laughed a little, his face close to Danny’s, grinning.
“I’m going to fucking gut you with your own knife.”
Danny gritted his teeth as he glared at Patrick when he was pushed against the wall, second time. Raising his knee, he tried to more the other man away from him, however somehow they both fell on the ground, hard, since Patrick still was gripping his hand. Danny placed his left hand against Patrick's forehead and pressed his head against the cold floor.
"I how dare you say that to me..." Danny muttered as he made sure to hold the other man down with his own body weight. "Looks who's the bitch now... I will cut your fucking face off, whore." The ginger said and using all his strength he managed to overpower Patrick, as he still held his right hand, and cut the bussines man's cheek.
Danny then laughed. "I will make you tomorrow's headline in the news, Bateman. You will get your fame postmortem, what do you say?" He continued as he was gripping his knife hard. "I am going to fucking slit your pretty throat."
Patrick gasped when they both fell, letting out a grunt when Danny landed on top of him. He still gripped the man’s wrist. He could feel the bones in the ginger’s arm slightly grind together, yet he couldn’t push him away.
His other hand reached up to the hand pressed against his forehead and he tried to pull it away. Patrick was starting to panic. It was like Danny was really going to kill him, right in that dark hallway, the people in the next room not even noticing that he’s gone.
He cried out, screaming at the ginger to stop. He tried to keep his head still so that there wouldn’t be an even bigger cut on his face. Patrick’s face was too valuable for that.
“Fucking stop, Daniel! Stop! Just stop, you cheap ass whore!”
The only thing Danny saw was red, he was so ready to stab the man under him over and over. The feeling after he would make him stop struggling. He would love to chase it, however suddenly he heard the man shout at him.
Blinking few times, the ginger took a deep breath as he stopped. His eyes widened as he realised what was happening. He didn't really feel sorry but if he actually managed to kill Patrick it would be something he would probably regret, mostly because there is no reason for him to kill this motherfucker in the first place.
He still held his knife but didn't pushed against the other man anymore, he just held his knife as he panicked. Danny didn't said anything, be was silent and surprised at himself....
His chest rose up and down quickly. He smacked Danny’s hand away, letting go of the ginger completely. He just stared up at him, almost trembling, wiping the blood off of his cheek. Patrick almost looked shocked. This was the first time Danny had tried to actually kill him. It… Turned him on.
Patrick swallowed, his hand shaking as it reached back up to the man’s waist. He gently squeezed, just feeling him under his clothes. He was trying to be mad at Danny. Mad at him for practically stalking him, for bothering him at a party, for almost killing him. But he couldn’t.
“….. Danny… Kiss me.”
His voice sounded soft as he let out a shaky sigh. Patrick’s eyes slightly closed, his cheeks red. He knew he said that he didn’t want to do anything with Danny anymore, but he couldn’t help it.
Danny didn't need to be told twice, instead of saying some snarky remark or anything like that, he just closed his eyes and connected his lips with Patrick's.
The knife he was holding, feel on the ground, the sound was echoed through the silent hallway as the metal touched the marble floor. The only thing heard was the muffled noise from the party.
The ginger placed on of his hands on Patrick's cheek, and deepened the kiss. He continued until he needed to pull away to be able to breathe. When he raised his head a little he looked at the man under him. He wasn't sure what to say, the emotions in his made him unable to think clearly. Danny then moved his head lover again and licked the cut Patrick had on his other cheek, the blood barely pouring from it anymore.
Patrick’s hands grasped at Danny’s clothes, pushing his head up to kiss harder against his lips. His hands reached his chest and pulled on his sweater. Just how did he end up like this? Danny. It was always because of Danny.
He grunted when he was licked. He turned his head to the side, starting to finally feel the slight buzz of his drink set in. Patrick moved his hands again and to Danny’s pants, pressing his palm against him, not thinking about the possibility of getting caught.
Patrick propped his knees up, his hips slightly bucking up. He felt hot and bothered. He leaned his head back against the cold floor, exposing his neck. There was a dull thumping in his head from the adrenaline.
“… Daniel….”
The bussines man saying Danny's name made the ginger moan lightly. His whole body shivered from excitement as he was already hard, he often was when he killed people, the excitement made his blood rush through his body.
Moving his head towards Patrick's neck, he kissed around few times before biting him slightly to make a hickey. Danny's hands started to finally move as he was almost in a trance before. Moving his hips slowly against the other man, he released short breath. Moving his hands under Patrick's shirt, he then pulled his pants down slightly.
"Oh... Patrick.." Danny started to say, almost whispering. "what would I do without you..." His eyes were almost closed as he felt like he was drunk, which he really wasn't, he barely had anything. He was probably still dazed from everything that happened.
Patrick was starting to get hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat. The business man groaned at all the biting. He had such a sensitive neck. He started to chuckle a little, his mind foggy and his senses dulled. He knew exactly what he’d do without Danny.
“I’d be living peacefully in my one-room apartment…”
He ground his hips against Danny. He let out a few frustrated sighs, letting go of the ginger completely and tugging own pants down to the middle of his thighs. He tilted his head to the side to look down the hall. Thank god no one was there.
“Fucking hell, Daniel… Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to fuck me?? We don’t have a lot of time… Oh, just kiss me again.”
He was getting irritated, his dick was practically rock hard and twitching in need. He placed his hands on Danny’s face and kissed him, tongue and all. For a straight man, Patrick sure did love to French-kiss with another man in a dark hallway.
Danny gladly kissed Patrick again. Moaning into the kiss, he then grinned as he pulled away for air. "Why are you so impatient suddenly, I thought you wanted to get rid of me.." He said and then let go of the man under him. Taking off his red coat, not without taking off his small bottle of lube he had in the pocket and let the coat fall on the ground. Danny was getting too hot for his liking, he still kept his turtleneck at least.
Moving back on top of Patrick, the ginger pulled his own pants down and underwear. He pushed two fingers inside of the other man and watched his expression change. Danny then kissed him against his neck again before speaking again. "Oh and why are we in a hurry? Are you scared someone can walk in, and you getting fucked by a male reporter from all people." He then chuckled.
Patrick’s breath hitched and his mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape, his brows knitting up. His hand grabbed at Danny’s wrist, trying to make him move his hand. His other hand grabbed at his own dick and he began to stroke himself.
“D-Danny, please just fuck me- I-I’ll be good and-and quiet-“
His beg sounded genuine and desperate. He turned his head to the side to look down the hall, refusing to look the ginger in the eyes. He could see the shadows of people in the room, completely oblivious, not caring where Patrick was. They never noticed he was gone, anyways.
The business man’s hips slightly bucked up. He had a look of frustration on his face, trying not to grind his perfect teeth. Patrick seemed to hesitate at first but he said something that was completely odd for him to say.
“Choke me-“
Oh the words he heard from Patrick's mouth made the ginger moan, he could feel shivers down his spine as he glanced at the other man's face.
"You are so cute when you beg like this. I would be cruel if I said no.." Danny trailer off and went to take his own dick out amd without warning, just push it in. He kissed Patrick to muffle his moans before pulling away. "You need to be quiet, we wouldn't want an unwanted guest..."
Danny then started moving and was about to talk again however he grinned as he heard Patrick speak again. Putting one of his hands on the other man's thigh, he made sure he had a good grip before moving his other hand over Patrick's neck. "Gladly, darling." Danny replied and squeezed slightly Patrick's pressure points on his neck, to make sure not to actually damage his wind pipes, he wasn't planning to actually choke him to dead, not anymore.
Keeping his slow pace, Danny let out few heavy breaths as he smiled looking down at the man under him. "Ah, Patrick, you are such a slut, you know.." Danny whispered as he looked into his eyes.
Patrick’s yelp was quickly muffled by Danny’s lips on his. He felt full and warm, but that desperate, coiling feeling in his stomach was eating away at him. He continued stroking himself as the ginger started to slowly thrust in him.
“Puh- Please-“
His head leaned back and his back arched like a bow again. There was a glassy, glazed over look in his brown eyes. Patrick let out low slightly muffled moans, still lazily fisting his dick in his hand as his throat was squeezed.
Bateman’s horribly high ego was crumbling away, leaving behind an already dick-drunk husk of a business man. Patrick closed his eyes, letting out a hitched breath. His own dick twitched in his hand as he slowed his movements. He wasn’t going to let himself cum this quickly. If this really was going to be the last time, he wanted it to last.
"Please? Please what, darling." Danny whispered and smirked as he seem to ignore Patrick and just moved on his own pace. "Use your words, you whore." The ginger said and chuckled. It was always satisfying to be in a position he was now.
Moving little faster, small moans escaped Danny as he surprisingly tried to be more quiet than he usually is. However he still talked as much as he wanted.
"I could just kill you right now and have a great picture for my collection..." Danny said as he watched the man under him. "However it would be a shame, I very much prefer you alive." He then added and moved his free hand that wasn't around Patrick's neck, lower towards his dick, slowly moving his hand up and down, he loved seeing Patrick like this and hearing his whines. Danny started to move his hips faster as his breathing became less steady.
(//heys guys
quick announcement, my mind is currently not shifted on this blog meaning I'm not drawing anything for it in the moment but don't worry, I will resume as soon as I get to it :)
-Baron//)
Happy Valentine ;)
//rp with @carrie-whites-whispers //
Frederick Krueger wasn't someone who just spent time with people because it was something nice to do or expected of him, no. However when he hang out with some, it meant he actually enjoyed the activity and their company.
That's why he was packing all the paints in his case and also other art supplies. Carrie visited the nightmare household and Freddy didn't want her to just spend her time in the house the whole time, not just because it would be boring but also there was sometimes too much chaos. Freddy wanted to take her somewhere calmer.
It was still winter but that didn't mean that there weren't any nice places to paint. It wasn't freezing outside, it was just cold... speaking about cold.
"Are you sure you are alright?" the demon asked as he was packing everything in an old looking suitcase. It also had few canvases that were a smaller size and also he will carry with him two travel easels he had around the house. "I don't want you to be cold when we are going to be outside the whole day." He continued as he glanced at the girl, making sure she had the scarf he gave her.
“… Uh-huh…”
It was a very quiet response from Carrie White. She wasn’t paying much attention, she was more focused on trying to zip up her jacket, which the zipper was stuck. The scarf, instead of being on her neck was hanging off of her arm. She didn’t even have her gloves on yet.
She didn’t get to spend much time with her uncles or any of her so called family, but she was happy to be hanging out with Freddy. Carrie wasn’t very excited about being out in the cold all day but she’d rather be outside than stuck in such a chaotic house. Painting also wasn’t much of her thing but she was happy to try it.
“…. I’ll be okay….”
The frumpy girl ended up just giving up on her coat, leaving the zipper up half-way. She carefully wrapped the scarf around her neck. Despite her carefulness, it was still bunched up and on wrong. Carrie then just quietly stood there, waiting to leave with her uncle.
"Okay, just make sure to-" Freddy was cut off by Danny who walked into the room from the kitchen. "You worry too much, it makes you look like you care." Danny teased his boyfriend who rolled his eyes. The ginger then gave Freddy a thermos bottle that was really warm, and a small kiss on the cheek before turning towards Carrie and helping her with her scarf. "Don't forget your coat." He added to Freddy.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." The demon muttered and went to put the bottle into a big pocket he had on his coat, before putting it on. After Danny was finished with Carrie he waved them goodbye. "Have fun!" He said and went to his office, closing the door behind him.
Freddy huffed as he watched the other man leave and went to pick up rest of the stuff before handing Carrie one of the easels. "Do you think you can help me?" He asked and smiled. "Don't worry it's not heavy."
He adjusted his hat and started walking out of the house. "Alright, let's go, finally..." It was obvious he was annoyed by the whole packing.
The girl mumbled a small thanks to Danny as she now fidgeted with the end of the scarf. She was very quiet that day, but there really wasn’t much for her to say at all. She almost zoned out until she was handed the easel and she nodded her head.
Carrie tucked the easel under her arm as she followed the demon out of the house. She stared up at Freddy for a second before she grabbed onto his sleeve. A small gust of wind made her flinch and recoil a bit.
“… S’cold…”
She then let out a sigh, noticing she could see her breath in the cold air, imagining it as smoke. Carrie giggled to herself. Maybe it was the smoke of a cigarette or a cigar or after a dragon breathed fire. At this point, she was just in her own world, minding her own business, just following Freddy.
Freddy let Carrie hold his hand as they made their way towards a forest nearby. His hands were warm even during a cold weather like this. "Don't worry, kid, when we get to the forest the wind is not going to be this harsh and it's going to be alright. Danny said that it should get little warmer in few hours than now." He explained as he casually walked.
He couldn't tell when was too hot or too cold since he could barely feel heat but he trusted his boyfriend. There was no snow or anything like that, it wasn't freezing, just the wind made everything colder.
"If you however get really cold we can always come back any time, just don't be afraid to tell me, alright?" The demon then said as he glanced at the girl.
Carrie covered her nose and mouth with the scarf, her cheeks turning red from the harsh wind. Her hair was already a mess, all tangled and a bit frizzy. She looked down at the ground as they walked. If there was snow she would have stopped and asked to make snow-angels with him. But there wasn’t. Too bad.
She didn’t look at Freddy but she slightly nodded to show she understood. She readjusted the easel under her arm with a huff. Even if she did get cold and wanted to go back to the house, she wouldn’t tell him. It would ruin their fun.
“… Hm…”
As they were walking, Freddy couldn't help it and started rambling. He always talked a lot so it wasn't anything unusual. First he started talk about the city, how he surprisingly enjoy being here, then he talked about Danny, and his house. When they seemed to be finally entering the forest he talked about the perfect place he found.
Well, calling this a forest would be maybe exaggeration. It wasn't deep at all, or dense. Not that it was a bad thing, quite the opposite. "We are almost there, don't worry." The Demon said as they carefully walked so they wouldn't slip on anything. Freddy was right, the wind hit the trees meaning there barely was any so it was as cold as in the town.
"And here we are!" Freddy said excited and let go of Carrie's hand as he run up on a small rock and did a little spin to show around. It was a nice clearing between the trees with a small water spring running on the side. The demon then put all his things on a nearby stump that was big enough and smiled at Carrie. "So, what do you think?" He asked and walked up towards her. "I wanted to go here and paint many times before but I never really convinced myself, until now, that is. I think the best angle will be from around here..."
He then moved his hands in front of him, making a rectangle with them as he continued to mumble to himself about some things that weren't too important. He was obviously really excited about this, to be able to share his hobby with someone.
//rp with @carrie-whites-whispers //
Frederick Krueger wasn't someone who just spent time with people because it was something nice to do or expected of him, no. However when he hang out with some, it meant he actually enjoyed the activity and their company.
That's why he was packing all the paints in his case and also other art supplies. Carrie visited the nightmare household and Freddy didn't want her to just spend her time in the house the whole time, not just because it would be boring but also there was sometimes too much chaos. Freddy wanted to take her somewhere calmer.
It was still winter but that didn't mean that there weren't any nice places to paint. It wasn't freezing outside, it was just cold... speaking about cold.
"Are you sure you are alright?" the demon asked as he was packing everything in an old looking suitcase. It also had few canvases that were a smaller size and also he will carry with him two travel easels he had around the house. "I don't want you to be cold when we are going to be outside the whole day." He continued as he glanced at the girl, making sure she had the scarf he gave her.
"Wait wait wait... are these claws? I throught you where a knife handshoe." Wrin stares at the hand of Freddy.
@wrin-derspaten
I love my glove! Of course, I will be using it after my death. It took me a while to perfect it.
And yes, the claws can sometimes get a little annoying too even though I got used to them, I cannot put my hands fully into a fist for example.
-Freddy
//rp with @batemans-confessions //
What is better than crashing a party? Doing it just to annoy someone. And that's exactly what was Danny's plan today. You know those dumb fancy social events that rich people do? Well, if you do or not, it doesn't matter, what matters is that our Mr. Johnson decided to attend one.. just to annoy Patrick. Obviously.
With his amazing skills of being able to get anywhere, Danny was currently walking through the place where the stupid party took place. He honestly hated everything about this, it was too fancy and filled with stupid assholes.
He was dressed as Jed which gave him option to just randomly take pictures of people. Danny loved doing it, he so far took a picture of a man getting slapped by some woman, then a guy who slipped on a small puddle of alcohol and and then some business dudes kissing, he would probably use that as a blackmail later. Surprisingly there were lot of women, mostly because the guys brought their partners and girlfriends.
It took him a while to finally find Patrick, Danny was trying to find him from the start but he was always getting distracted and there was so many people it got confusing mostly because every other guy at this fucking place looked the same.
Danny walked closely to the small group Patrick was talking with. Trying to eavesdrop he noticed some faces he seen before. Most particularly, Luis. Danny really liked him, it was nice to see another ginger. Deciding to make his presence known, Danny just took a picture with his camera, it made a pretty loud click which meant it catches the men's attention.
"Hey there, oh don't mind me, haha, I am just documenting." Danny said, and chuckled. His fake smile was sent mostly to Patrick's way. "Hello Mr. Bateman, it's nice to see you." He said, and adjusted his glasses he wore as Jed.
sure I can stop, but I know you would come crawling back to me sooner or later anyway
and you know it
-Danny <3
You’re the one that comes crawling back to me just because your dick hurts and you want to get off. You’re lucky I barely tolerate you.
alright then, if you really think you're right let's just wait and see, hm?
I wonder who breaks first, darling ;]
I can easily satisfy myself, since you aren't the only man I'm seeing, but I don't think you can say the same, can you, Pat
-Danny
Hey bitch.
How is your sleep schedule, I hope it fucking sucks GAHAHAHAHA
I saw you falling asleep next to gen that was blowing up. I almost feel bad for you... almost
-Freddy Krueger
//@nightmare-speaks //
"My sleep schedule is perfect, I sleep peacefully at night knowing that at least I don't look like a piece of burnt bacon wearing a Christmas sweater." @nightmare-speaks
I LOOK AMAZING HOW FUCKING DARE YOU
"I AM GOING TO FUCKING GET YOU, LITTLE BITCH BOY!"
I'm posting this so people can always use these colors if they ever draw my guys since I just use a special color palette for this blog. When there are posted "photos" on this blog, they are fully colored so that is the difference, but I know a lot of rp blogs I interact with now also draw responses but they are often fully colored so here you have this. :D
Enjoy <3
PET THE DOG.
PET. THE DOG.
fine.. FINE
I am going to need to take a shower after this
-Danny
wait .. are you straight?
Yes.
Lying’s bad for your skin.
I am not lying.
you weren't straight last time we seen each other :]
-Danny
hey Patrick, ever thought about wearing a skirt?
No.
I am a man, I do not wear skirts.
Danny wears skirts, Pinhead wears skirts. What's wrong with skirts?
I don't wear skirts, they are uncomfortable for me
Freddy does though
-Danny
A single white rose is on Danny's desk. It is freshly cut and will last a few days.
Oh, that's nice. I wonder who- . .
"This was a gift from someone, we are not eating gifts. That is not for you at all. Go play outside."
. .. I swear I closed the door to my office.
-Danny
hey Patrick... quick question
do you have Jean's number? I want to talk to her about something
-Danny
@nightmare-speaks
I am not giving you Jean’s number.
oh why not? are you scared I would ask her on a date and she would say yes since I'm that charming?
don't worry Pat, you are the one I'm interested if that's what you want to know <3
I just need some information from her and I don't think using the office phone number is a good idea since it's monitored...
-Danny
You know, that's not what you said last time we met. ;]
-Danny
Go. Away.
What's wrong Patrick, are you shy or something?
Danny grabbed Patrick by his tie and pulled him closer. "I think you are still in denial, darling." Danny said and pulled him close enough so they were almost touching. "Want me to help you put some confidence in you... I have plenty~"
“Danny. Remove your fucking hands, now.”
Patrick very carefully grabbed Danny’s hand and removed it from his designer tie. He flattened out his suit again and turned to walk away from the ginger, irritated just by his presence alone.
“I don’t know what you’re taking about. There is nothing I’m in ‘denial’ about.”
"Oh? Are you sure about that?" Danny said and pulled out some photo from his pocket. He waved the polaroid in front of Patrick and grinned.
On the photo was Patrick in not so flattering position, nothing too much was showing but it was obviously a really lewd photo with Patrick being completely naked and his face blushing.
Danny smirked. "Just admit you cannot get enough of me, we both know the truth, why not just admit it to yourself, hm?"
“What are you talking ab-…”
He went quiet when he turned back around and looked at the Polaroid. He snatched it out of Danny’s hand and shoved it into his coat pocket. Patrick looked around to make sure no one was looking before he grabbed at the ginger’s vest, harshly tugging him forward.
“What the hell do you want me from me? Is this really how you spend your free time, you bastard? Is this how you get off??”
Danny moaned as Patrick shoved him towards himself. Still grinning at Patrick, he replied. "You know, I actually get off on it... sometimes. It makes me excited. Nothing like the real deal of course." He then patted the pocket where Patrick put the polaroid in. "I didn't know you like my work. You can keep this one, however I would love to make more if you know what I mean."
The ginger put his hands around Patrick's shoulders, leaning against him. "Come on, I know you want this, just give in to me, darling." Danny didn't do anything else either Patrick is going to do the first move or Danny will, but he wanted for the other man to do it first, it made it more exciting.
A vein became visible on Patrick’s left temple. His grip on Danny’s vest tightened before he raised his other hand and slapped the man across the mouth. Before Danny could hit back, the business man had let go of his vest and grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him.
Bateman pressed himself as close as he could to the man, his mouth feverishly on his. He still hated the ginger so much, but he wanted him, he wanted to get fucked, really. His murderous blood lust started to be replaced with something else.
When Danny got slapped, he was surprised. However he grinned again when Patrick kissed him. Not letting go of the other man, Danny pushed Patrick against the wall as his hands moved lower towards his suit jacket.
Unbuttoning the jacket, he pulled on Patrick's shirt, moving his hands under it. There was no time to waste, Danny wasn't going to let this chance go away. His knee went between Patrick's legs. "Oh, of course you are already hard, darling. You are so pathetic, just look at you." Danny whispered between the kisses.
His hands moved up, his fingers tangling themselves in Danny’s hair, messing it up. It damaged his ego to be getting treated like this but his hips bucked forward to get friction from his knee.
“J-Just fuck me, you cunt-“
Patrick pressed his mouth against the slightly shorter man’s jaw and down to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. His hands moved down to his chest with a huff, his breath becoming short and quick. The business man actually was hard, just from the thought of getting fucked. He pulled away just to open his whiny mouth again.
“God, I fucking hate you, I-I w-want you dead-“
Taking a deep breath, Danny smiled at Patrick. "Gladly..." Answering Patrick before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down just enough, doing the same with his own pants
Maybe they were in secluded hallway that no one really walked through in this time of the day but Danny still talked in lower voice. "Hmm.. I know darling, I know.." Danny muttered as he loved Patrick's insults.
It didn't take Danny long for him to enter Patrick. Grabbing the other man's hands and pinning them to the wall, Danny was rough with his trusts, he was impatient. "You always feel so good, Patrick." he moaned out his name as he tried to steady his breathing.
“Oh, fuck-“
Patrick’s hands held the ginger’s in almost a death grip, his face contorting in mix of pain and pleasure, holding back his moans. He hiked a leg against Danny’s hip with a groan to let him hit deeper.
The man turned his head away. He couldn’t look Danny in the eyes and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was enjoying this. He didn’t want to be loud and risk getting caught but it felt so good, biting down on his lip to hush himself.
Danny didn't changed his rhythm yet, but he took Patrick's hands with only one of his and moved his other hand to take the other man's leg that was around him, to get a better angle.
He couldn't stop watching Patrick, the slightest in his expression as he was getting fucked by him. "It's just such a privilege to be the only one who can do this to you, no one can fuck you, only me, I am the one who can see you fall apart like this..." Danny whispered into Patrick's ear as he got closer. Lightly, biting Patrick into his neck to make a hickey, just right under his jaw.
"Come on, darling, tell me what you want~" Danny whispered again. The ginger was really vocal during sex, sometimes even more than usual, he just loved to talk and talk and hear himself speak. But now he wanted to hear Patrick too, he wasn't going to move faster until the other man begs.
“R-Right- Right there-“
He leaned his head back, letting out a low, guttural moan. His back slightly arched forward, his heart beating uncontrollably and his breathing completely uneven. Patrick managed to slip one of his hands free and began to quickly stroke himself, speaking almost incoherently.
“Ooh- Danny, p-please- go fa-faster-“
Danny was right once again. He could only make Patrick feel like this, so needy and desperate and just pathetic. Even if he constantly denied the fact that he enjoyed it he really did. The man hesitated but he looked at Danny’s face, his own red and contorted into a pleading look.
“Please, you f-fucking bitch whore-“
"Anything for you." Danny said, little sarcastically but he picked up his pace. Still holding Patrick's hand, he intertwined their fingers and held onto him close. Danny pushed him little more against the wall so he wouldn't need to exhaust his muscles to just holding Patrick.
His breathing became more erratic as he let out few moans. As much as he would like to be loud he didn't want their time to be interrupted by someone hearing them.
Smirking at Patrick, he kissed him deeply once again. Not being able to get enough. His red hair was a mess his ponytail was barely intact.
Patrick gasped as the pace quickened. He could feel himself get closer, his hand still fisting his dick. His other hand squeezed Danny’s hand seemingly for some sort of comfort.
As he was kissed he let out a moan, letting it be muffled by the other man. His hips slightly bucked forward from his hand. Some of Patrick’s hair fell in front of his face from all the movement, his forehead damp with sweat. He felt like his brain was starting to melt.
He pulled away from the kiss to try and speak clearly, his eyes slightly rolling up.
“I’m- I’m gonna-“
"You better not stain the clothes." Danny said smirking as he saw Patrick come apart. The ginger sped up as his thrusts became irregular. He was breathing heavy as he moaned but still tried to be quiet.
Tilting his head back, Danny closed his eyes as he came right after Patrick. Still being inside, he haven't move yet. Taking a calm breath he looked back at Patrick. "You should try to keep it all inside, we wouldn't want your suit get ruined would we." Danny whispered and chuckled as he finally pulled out.
Putting his pants back on, he did the same to Patrick. He then took Patrick's hand that was covered in his cum and glanced at it. "Let me help you clean this up, darling." He said as he almost purred and looked at the other man. Without breaking an eye contact, he started licking Patrick's hand clean, slowly.
He came, his semen spurting out onto his hand and a little bit on the front of Danny’s vest. He let out a pathetic sounding cry as he did. He was overwhelmed by his own somewhat weak orgasm, flinching when Danny pulled out of him.
Patrick didn’t complain when his hand was licked clean. He just stared at the ginger like he was drunk, not fully processing what was going on. It took him a minute but he began to come down from his high and he pushed Danny away, wiping his hands off on his pants.
“Go… Go a-away. I’ve got to tell J-Jean to reschedule some things…”
He slowly moved away from the wall, limping as he walked. He felt embarrassed, knowing his coworkers were going to see him walking funny and ask him what’s wrong. He grumbled at the thought.
Danny laughed as he got pushed to the side. Letting Patrick pass him, the ginger watched as the bussines man was limping slightly away.
He waved towards Patrick, grinning. "Tell Jean I said hi~" Danny said in singsong voice and let the other man leave. He was sure this wasn't the last time he visited Patrick like this, it was too much of a fun to tease the man.
