Bothersome Beast, Comforting Friend

Dear Monster fandom,

Can we PLEASE write more fics? Why's there like barely any Tenma ones when he's lit the main character of the show... I need new gooning content ASAP 😂😂😂

Thank you.

Pat <3

my cat woke up grumpy and decided to pull off a johan liebert on me

“Are u stupid? You cannot get Patrick Bateman from the film American Psycho pregnant! And if you do, he will NOT be glowing”

…Heh, is that so?

everything rots

he's just a little dude

bound in silk

patrick being submissive bc we all need that, smut, reader can be whatever gender you want them to be.

🐇hope you enjoy!🐇

Patricks sheets felt soft and cool beneath your skin, the dim glow from the TV flickering across the all white walls of his apartment as some old horror film played in the background, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind was elsewhere—on something you’d been thinking about for a while now.

Patrick lies beside you, relaxed. His shirt unbuttoned halfway, exposing the hard lines of his chest—his fingers lazily tracing circles on your thigh, his touch light but possessive.

He looked good. too good.

And you wanted him tied up. Badly.

You shifted closer to Patrick, pressing your lips near his ear, letting your breath tickle his skin. He smelled like his usual cologne, crisp and clean, like he had just stepped out of the shower. Leaning in, you let your lips brush against the shell of his ear, your breath warm, teasing. "Patrick, honey…" Your voice dripping with mischief. "I want to tie you up."

“No.”

the word came quick and firm, but you only smiled, trailing soft fingers down his chest, gliding over the open silk of his shirt. "No?" you repeated, tilting your head, a smirk curling at the edges of your lips. "Please patrick?" you said, pressing your lips against his throat, his jaw tensed. and that's all it took.

And now here he was—bound.

His wrists were tied to the headboard with one of his own Hermès ties, his normally perfectly slicked-back hair was slightly disheveled from your touch, his breath uneven, his muscles taunt—His shirt completely open, framing the lines of his chest and abs, the expensive fabric a mere afterthought as he lay there—bound. He should hate this. Shouldn’t have let you do this. He was Patrick Bateman, not some weak, submissive man. And yet… here he was.

"You look so good like this" you teased, your fingers tracing down the tense muscles of his stomach. he shivered—his cock achingly straining against his boxers, already hard before you'd even touched him properly. You smirked. "This won’t last long," he muttered, "I can break out any moment." his voice was confident, but the way his hips shifted beneath you told a different story.

He wanted this.

"But you won’t." you whispered, leaning in. your lips ghosted over his chest, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his chest. You dragged your tongue lower, letting it flick against his abs, loving the way his stomach flexed under you. "You’ll let me keep you tied up"

"Because you love me."

A low groan rumbled from his throat. He won't admit it—but you're right. His fingers curled into fists above him, but he didn’t fight you. Didn’t stop you. His restraint wasn’t the tie—it was you. you went lower, your mouth pressing hot, wet kisses down his stomach, your nails scraping along his ribs. He twitched beneath you, a sharp inhale hissing through clenched teeth as you dragged your tongue along the waistband of his boxers.

His hips lifted slightly—a silent beg.

"Y/n" he said your name desperately, head pressing back against the pillows, his arms pulling against the restraint again. but you don't reply, pulling his boxers down slowly, watching as his cock springs free—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. a satisfied hum left you.

"You like this, don't you?" you teased, wrapping your hand around his length, giving a slow, torturous stroke. His cock twitched in your palm, betraying him again. His breath hitched, but his jaw was clenched tight, still trying to act like he wasn’t enjoying this—but as you leaned in, your lips brushing over the head of his cock, his entire body tensed.

"Tell me you want it," you purred.

Silence. He wasn’t gonna give into you.

You flicked your tongue against the tip, tasting him—He shuddered as you traced your tongue along the thick vein running down his shaft. "Come on patrick, tell me how bad you want this...please?"

Still nothing. He just sat there, hands clenching into fists. He was breaking, unraveling, all that polished control disintegrating beneath you. a sharp breath–a curse under his breath. But still, he didn't speak. Your lips parted around the head of his cock, tongue teasing the slit as you took him in slowly—agonizingly so. you hummed in satisfaction, sending vibrations through his length—His breath hitched sharply, muscles straining against the silk restraint. "Fuck!" he hissed, his head tilting back even further, throat exposed, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His hips bucked, but you pulled back just enough, denying him the release he craved.

"You have to say please first" you said innocently, letting your tongue trace the underside of his cock, dragging achingly slow down his shaft. Your hand followed, fingers wrapping around his base, squeezing just enough to make him groan. "I could break out any second" he rasped out, voice strained.

"But you won’t," you mumbled against his skin, pressing a kiss just above his slit, your tongue flicking out to taste him again. "You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, won’t you?" His chest heaved. thighs tensed beneath you.

He didn’t answer.

So, you wrapped your hand around him–your grip was barely there, fingers ghosting over his cock, the lightest touch dragging from the base to the tip and back again. Slow. Torturous.

Patrick’s body shuddered beneath you, his muscles flexing as he fought against the silk tie binding his wrists. He could try to break out—he should—but he didn’t.

Because he wanted this. Needed it

His cock twitched in your grasp, thick and achingly hard, the head flushed and leaking precum that slicked your fingers, But still, you kept your pace infuriatingly slow, your strokes barely giving him the friction he craved. His breathing was uneven, heavy, every inhale sharp, every exhale strained. You were driving him insane. “Jesus- fuck—” His voice was tight, nearly breaking. His hips jerked slightly, but you pulled your hand away before he could get what he wanted. a low, frustrated growl rumbled from his throat.

"Poor baby," you smiled, tilting your head as you wrapped your hand around him again. Your grip was firm, your thumb circling the tip, your hand easily gliding down as even more precum pooled out. "Is this fast enough for you honey?"

your strokes stayed agonizingly slow, dragging over his cock, your grip loose, enough to keep him on edge but it wasn't enough to make him cum. His hips twitched, his body begging for more friction, more speed—more of anything—He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists above him—cock throbbing, precum slicking your fingers even further as you continued your torturous pace.

"You want more, don’t you?" your voice dripping with amusement as you squeezed just a little tighter, slowing your strokes even further. His cock twitched violently in your grasp, betraying him once again. His nostrils flared. "Fuck you" he gritted out, his voice tight, strained, every muscle in his body tight.

You just laughed. "You're so stubborn patrick" you muttered, watching the way his abs flexed as you barely brushed your fingers over the head of his cock. "You can’t even say what you want, even when you’re desperate for it." You could see it in his eyes–the way he was fighting it, the way his body was losing. his jaw clenched so tight it could break. His desperate but oh so frustrated eyes locked onto yours, his entire body coiled like a spring.

"I'm not gonna beg"

he said breathlessly, He refused to give in that easily, yet His body said everything‐the way his cock twitched and pulsed in your hand—the way his thighs would tense every time you teasingly rubbed the tip, how his hips lifted on their own, chasing the warmth of your hand, the pleasure you were dragging out, making him suffer.

You smirked. "Fine. We’ll do this my way."

without warning—you jerked him off fast.

Hard. Relentless. No mercy.

Patrick choked on a groan, his arms straining against the tie as your hand pumped his cock with a brutal, delicious pace. The sound of slick skin on skin filled the air, his precum making every stroke obscene, filthy. “ah fuck—” His voice broke, raw and desperate, his thighs trembling beneath you, his abs clenching as pleasure slammed into him too fast, too sudden.

He had no control—none.

The silk tie held his hands in place, keeping him bound to the headboard, keeping him from taking control. "Shit—" he gasped, hips jerking up into your hand, his control slipping completely. "I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—"

And then, suddenly, you stopped.

Patrick growled. a vicious, frustrated sound, his head snapping up, eyes burning into you with pure frustration. His cock was throbbing, slick, veins pulsing with the orgasm you’d just ripped away.

"You love this, don’t you?" you said softly, "Letting me ruin you?" his eyes darkened–his body tensed. “Finish it.” His voice was dangerously low and threatening, his patience now completely shattered. "Now" but despite his threatening tone, your strokes stayed agonizingly slow, dragging over his cock, your grip was enough to keep him on edge but never actually give him the relief he desperately wanted, yet he still wouldn't beg.

as much as you wanted to keep teasing him, you decided to just give him what he wanted. You’ve teased him enough.

you tightened your grip and jerked him off the same way you had previously done.

"Fuck—!" He whimpered, the sudden friction slamming into his senses like a shockwave. His hips bucked helplessly into your hand, chasing the sudden rush of pleasure, his breath shattering into ragged, desperate sounds. His head snapped back, eyes squeezing shut, groaning loudly as you worked him over with no mercy, slick sounds filling the air as your hand moved relentlessly over his cock—your other hand sliding up his stomach, feeling the way his abs clenched helplessly.

"Shit—Y/n—Please" His voice broke, strangled with desperation, His lips parted, breathless little gasps falling from his mouth, his thighs were trembling, his arms pulling against the tie, his stomach tensing violently as his orgasm coiled too fast, too strong—a sharp, choked sob escaped his throat.

"That's it honey" you cooed, stroking him harder, watching as he fell apart. "Cum for me, Patrick."

And that was all it took.

his hips twitched uncontrollably-his whimpers broke into full, desperate cries, his wrists pulling helplessly against the restraint–Patrick sobbed as his orgasm ripped through him, his entire body shuddering uncontrollably, thick ropes of cum spilling over your fingers, over his stomach—his cock pulsed hard in your grip.

You stroked him through it, milking every last drop, savoring the sight of him completely undone. And when it was over–when his body finally sagged against the bed, spent, trembling, ruined—you leaned in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his stomach.

"See?" you murmured. "Letting me tie you up wasn’t so bad."

Patrick let out a breathless laugh, eyes still dark, dazed, and a little bit teary.

Then, in a low, dangerous voice, he muttered–

"Untie me."

And the look in his eyes said you were absolutely fucked.

this is so disgusting oh my god.

dinner is served

Misa, feminist, a woman in a male dominated field (serial murder)

Light, misogynist, a man in a female dominated field (sleeping your way to the top)