Caught

Caught

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by @lxoxtxti 

Summary: The twins catch you and Severus in an intimate moment…

No explicit smut, but somewhat suggestive

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Mephistopheles of Los Angeles - Marilyn Manson x Reader (Part III)

Synopsis: There’s no way you can go public about your involvement with Marilyn, but yours and Johnny’s premiere is tonight. You’d better figure out how to handle this ‘torrid affair’, and fast. 

PART I 

PART II

This isn’t your first premiere, but the flashing lights and screaming fans are a tad surprising at first. Thankfully, you know how to handle yourself. Your strapless, form-fitting burgundy Givenchy dress accentuates everything you (and the general public) love about your body, with a simple diamond choker underneath your tied up hair completing the look. Your eyes are smoky rimmed with charcoal, because you borrowed Marilyn’s eyeliner this morning. Yeah. You did that.

“This should be fun,” you sigh, beaming and waving out the window as you and Johnny arrive in the limo. You both get out, posing, smiling, greeting. “Why’d the story have to break before tonight?”

“Why’d you have to make out with Manson in the bloody bushes?” he volleys back in amusement, giving a wave and a smoulder to a gaggle of fans screaming his name.

“Technically this is your fault,” you smirk, turning back to flash one last smile behind you before walking the carpet, “You introduced him to me.”

“And forgot to warn you about his deadly charm?”

“Exactly. Good god, Depp, he is magnificent in bed, you could’ve fucking warned me!”

“You never asked,” he teases.

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/* Misunderstanding /* (½) Remus x Fem!Reader

(Not My Gif)… (And will be using this for part two… because I like it :))

Song: Was I listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack while writing this? Yes! Elephant Love Medley and El Tango De Roxanne? Double yes.

Prompt: The rumor of Y/N–James sister–liking Sirius.

Genre: Literally have no idea what to categorize this. Because it isn’t angsty, it isn’t fluffy, it’s… part one. That’s the genre. Part one.

Warnings: Swearing, Lily…. *inhales sharply*, Remus and Y/N being oblivious of their feelings, Sirius being Sirius–we love him for it.

A/N: It’s been a while. Also, I am almost done with part two and I am not afraid to admit James is my favorite character in it.

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| Part One | Part Two |

/* Misunderstanding /*

Y/N smiled, dreamily.

This, however, caught the attention of an observant Lily who knew that smile from anywhere. It was the same smile James would sport after a hasty interaction with her, or when admiring her when she spoke so brilliantly about her passions. Brother-like-sister, sister-like-brother, she guessed.

“Y/N?” she called out.

No answer.

“Y/N?”

Nothing.

“Y/N?!”

Y/N sat still, knuckles propping her chin up. She looked to be lost in thought, daydreaming, as she stared at the wall, in a creepy-like manner.

“Y/N?!”

She jumped at the sound of Lily’s voice directly in her right ear. “What?! Can’t you see I’m a little busy?!” she snapped, harshly.

Lily, not caring, gave her a pointed look, “Ah, yes. Because staring at a wall is the most crucial part of your day.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, dramatically, “In fact, it is.”

“I don’t think it’s the staring at the wall part, it’s what’s up—” Lily tapped the side of her head, “—here.”

Y/N hollowed out her cheeks in annoyance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she covered. Her confused expression nearly made Lily laugh at how childish of a look it was. Like a kid who saw something they shouldn’t have. Innocent.

“Sure you don’t.” Lily slapped her hand gently onto the wooden table. “Enlighten me, Y/N. Who is this mystery person that’s on your mind?”

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hm, boring

parings; jean kirstein x reader x marco

content warning; relationship with sharing, hair pulling, face fucking, degradation, spanking, squirting, horse cock marco, + someone additional listening in

“jeannn~ ‘m tired. come cuddle with me pleaseee~” 

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WE’RE ON THE SAME SQUAD!?”

there he goes, ignoring you. nothing new though. every single night jean would be on his god damn game with his friends. night time was the only time you two could spend together because of your jobs getting in the way. he doesn’t even like eren yet he choose playing with him over paying attention to you? tch, what a joke.

that’s when the idea popped in your head. you reached over to the nightstand, grabbed your phone, and opened your messages. 

hey bodt! come over and hang with me n jean, haven’t seen you in awhile :)

y/nnn!!! i was actually just doin some work at the cafe by your apartment! guess i’ve been overworking myself that i haven’t had the time to come hangout with my best friends :(( but since it’s friday i guess ill drop by ≧◡≦

yeah it’s not good to overwork yourself! we’ve missed you, see you soon !

yup ;)

:)***** sorry y/n clicked the wrong button (・_・ヾ

its fine haha, see ya bodt!

you giggled to yourself. yeah, he was your and your boyfriends best friend, but he really was adorable. such a gentleman. 

well that’s when he isn’t drilling into your tight little cunt while jean jacks off to the sight…

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Patrick Bateman x reader

Hiya🥰 I hope everyone is well and staying safe🙏🏽 here’s the mini series for my baby Pat

I love him to death and figured what if I brought my vision into the world? ✨ He deserves love and someone who’ll see him💕

Tags: @bubblyani @sergeant-donny-donowitz @t-swizzle-owns-me @of-love-and-of-the-sea @speckles-s @inglourious-imagines @thats-aight @arthurflecc @incorrect-artist @1-800-epiphany @calkesttis @timelesstay @anaevanss @thatanonymouschocolate @geistbuster @queencoraline3 @truly-insatiable @uranosunflowers44 @xvintagememoriesx @iwillstaywiththemforever @artsymaddie @avatarkyoshithewarrior @ninjago-and-headcanons @supermahououjisama

Word count: 3768 (wow, yes, I love him that much)

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Infinite choices part 1

You turned around suddenly upon hearing the door open. But it wasn’t your friend. ‘Where’s Jean?’ Patrick Bateman inquired, his eyebrows furrowed. ‘She’s in the ladies room’, you answered, as you sat on the table, your arms crossed. He nodded: ‘Well, tell her to cancel my reservations for tonight at Texarkana’. ‘Alright’, you stood up and went to the phone. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked. You smirked at him, as you picked up the phone to dial the restaurant’s number. ‘You don’t think you’re the only one in this building who goes there?’, you asked. Now, Patrick fully stepped into the office and leaned against the door frame. ‘I guess’, he tilted his head, ‘but what are you doing?’ ‘Not wasting mine and hers time’, you answered coolly, as you heard the line being picked up. ‘Ah, yes, hello’, you said, ‘I’m calling to cancel reservations for tonight’. Patrick watched you silently, his hands in his pockets. ‘Yes, for’, you looked at him and winked, ‘Patrick Bateman’. He raised his eyebrow. You clearly knew who he was, which gave him an odd feeling of somewhat satisfaction. But he had no idea who you were. ‘Yes, thank you’, you said, as you set the phone down. You looked up and saw him already look at you, so you smiled. ‘I haven’t seen you around’, Patrick said. ‘Yeah’, you nodded, ‘I work couple of stories higher’. You went around the table and sat on the desk again, crossing your legs. Patrick looked you up and down approvingly. ‘Breathtaking views, I must say’, you let out as you leaned back, your hands supporting you, your bare legs up to your mid thighs clear in his view. Patrick locked your eyes: ‘I know’. ‘Not mentioning your office, of course’, you waved your hand to the door, ‘pretty impressive too’. Patrick blinked: ‘You were in my office?’ You nodded: ‘Had to help Jean with some documents’. Patrick nodded: ‘I see’. ‘You have a pretty nice music collection’, you stood up from the table, but still leaning against its rough surface. ‘Thanks’, Patrick answered, his expression neutral. ‘You’re welcome’, you replied quickly. He gave you a small smile, which you returned, your gaze turning warm for a second. Patrick still looked you in the eyes, as if he couldn’t look away. You blushed but held his intense gaze, trying to unsuccessfully read him. You didn’t know why, but there was something about him. Something underneath all of those expensive clothes and beautiful body, which you were sure he had. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on it yet.

You were stunned to see this gorgeous man for the first time. Jean had told you a lot about him, but seeing him in real life was like getting a piece of candy out of your favorite candy store. What had puzzled you, was that he hadn’t asked your name or who you were. You guessed he simply didn’t care. But you didn’t mind, for you were not seeking any attention from anyone. Your and Patrick’s little staring contest was interrupted by Jean. ‘Oh, hiya, love’, you greeted your friend. She adverted her gaze to the floor upon seeing Patrick. You looked between them with curiosity, a small knowing smirk on your face. ‘You ready to go?’ you asked her as you stepped closer to the door. ‘Yeah’, she said quietly, as she grabbed your coats. ‘Let’s go’, she ushered. You nodded and followed her, your scent hitting Patrick’s senses for a split second. It was refreshing and sweet. Something that he would long for, but right now he didn’t know that. You turned around, balancing on high heels flawlessly, earning another look of approval from Patrick. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bateman’. He nodded, his eyes never leaving your frame, as you smoothly swayed your hips in a tight dress, that deliciously hugged your body in all of the right places. He heard a cocky male voice, it was one of his coworkers: ‘Ay, where are you going?’ Patrick saw you turn around, without stopping your almost catwalk to the elevators: ‘Somewhere you’re not allowed’. The man laughed: ‘Dorsia, I assume?’ The other men laughing too, for they knew no secretary could afford it. You retorted: ‘Oh, darling, we’re going somewhere far cooler than Dorsia’, as you finally pressed the elevator button and gracefully put on your coat. ‘Oh yeah’?, the man inquired, ‘let me come along then’, the others nodding smugly. You smirked too and shook your head: ‘Sorry boys’, as you stepped into the elevator, Jean following you closely behind, ‘girls club only’, as the doors closed. Patrick smirked to himself. Yes, next time he sees you, which he was sure he would, he was going to find out who you are. You were drop dead gorgeous and elegant. He had to have you in his collection.

The second time you crossed paths was again in Jean’s office but early in the morning this time. Patrick noticed your silhouette appear and disappear behind the door. He strolled up to it and opened it without hesitation. You weren’t wearing heels, your bare feet quietly moving on the soft carpet. Your back was facing him which gave him a perfect opportunity to take a proper look at you. Your shiny hair was loose just like the last time, smoothly swaying with your movements. You were wearing an oversized light button up and a nice flowy silk skirt, that enhanced your legs and ass. Patrick liked it. Your high heels were sat near the table, waiting for you to put them on. Just as you turned around in a dance move, you gasped. ‘I didn’t see you there’, you let out quickly, taking off the earbuds and putting the walkman on the table. Patrick stepped into the office, as he took off his coat. You noticed how nice his body looked in the well-fitted shirt and pants. You stared at him for a second before shaking yourself awake. You will not make a fool out of yourself, you thought. Patrick noticed your gaze, but pretended like he didn’t. ‘Where’s Jean?’ he asked, as you leaned against the table. ‘Getting our morning coffee’, you replied, crossing your arms. ‘And what were you doing?’ he inquired, not taking his eyes off you. You smiled and questioned: ‘Oh please, Mr. Bateman, you were watching me for good 5 minutes’. Patrick raised his eyebrow: ‘I thought you haven’t noticed me’. You shrugged your shoulders and sent him a sly wink: ‘I haven’t’. His lips turned upwards involuntarily, but he quickly suppressed it. ‘What were you listening to?’ he asked. ‘Whitney Houston’, you replied. ‘Nice’, he nodded, his voice with no emotion whatsoever. ‘Thank you’, you said, as you looked him up and down. Patrick noticed you checking him out and put his coat down neatly on the chair nearby. ‘Why aren’t you wearing heels?’ he asked. You smiled: ‘I was dancing’. Patrick furrowed is eyebrows: ‘In the office’. ‘Yeah’, you replied slyly, ‘why, wanna join?’ He looked at you for a second before shaking his head. Then he stepped back and leaned against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets. ‘I don’t think I caught your name last time we met’, he said, looking at you directly. You put your arms behind you, supporting your weight: ‘It’s because I didn’t throw it, Mr. Bateman’, you retorted. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle under his breath. ‘Yeah, well’, he looked up at you, ‘my mistake’, he admitted. You raised your eyebrow and stared at him, waiting for him to speak. Just as he was about to ask, who you were, Jean stumbled in, as she had three cups of coffee in her hands, her bag and a coat in the other. ‘Sorry’, she cheerfully began, clearly saying that to you, but the words caught up in her throat as she noticed Patrick. ‘Um.. sorry’, she let out quietly, as she gave him his coffee and walked up to you, giving you yours. ‘Thank you, darling’, you blew her a kiss. She smiled, but her eyes were asking you why Patrick was here. You gave her an ‘oh’ look, remembering you didn’t know that either, and turned to the man. ‘What are you doing here, anyways?’ you asked him, taking a sip of your coffee. ‘What are you doing here?’ he repeated your question.

You leaned back on the table: ‘Catching up with my friend’, as you tilted your head, ‘and you?’ Patrick almost smiled: ‘I’m working here’, and then he pointed at you: ‘which I can’t say about you’. You guessed he was hinting that it was time for you to leave. Or maybe he was just curious why you weren’t on your work place. You laughed, the melodic sound being music to his ears, making Patrick mesmerized for a split second as he watched your genuine smile. ‘Trust me, Mr. Bateman’, you crossed your legs again, feeling his hungry eyes trail your body, ‘I’m doing just fine’. What he didn’t know was that your boss would come to work no sooner than 10 am if you were lucky. He was a typical yuppie, who was rather hungover each morning. You hated it, but you were being paid good, so you had to be patient and just wait if something better came your way. ‘Right’, Jean cleared her throat, ‘Patrick, do you need anything?’ He shook his head, his eyes not leaving yours. You enjoyed it. It made you feel special, to be looked at by him like that. Even though you felt blush creep on your cheeks, you didn’t mind. It was fun to see who wins.

‘Jesus, Y/n, will you stop?’ you heard Jean call out to you. ‘Stop what?’ you smiled mischievously. ‘You know what’, she said. You rolled your eyes playfully. You two were sitting in a cafe that was owned by one of your friends. You sat at your favorite spot, right next to the window that showed glorious streets of Manhattan. The lively music was playing, people were chatting. The place was full of good cozy energy and it made you and Jean feel relaxed and at home. ‘He murdered people!’ she cry-whispered. ‘Oh, yeah, yeah’, you took a sip out of your hot choc, ‘you still talking about the journal?’ She nodded and watched you intently, trying to tell you she’s serious. ‘Maybe he’s like an artist or something’, you suggested, a smile visible on your features. ‘No!’ Jean let out frustrated sigh. You saw different sides of her throughout your friendship, for you two were close. You saw her as your sister and you were sure she thought of you the same way. ‘Oh come on, you have to believe me’, she looked up at you, hope and desperation in her eyes. You leaned back in your chair and took a long look at her. ‘I believe you’, you finally said quietly, indicating that it was indeed true. ‘Really?’ she blinked with relief. ‘Yeah, well if I die, tell my parents I love them’, you joked as you took a big sip. ‘Jesus Christ, will you listen to me for a second?’ Jean rolled her eyes. You laughed: ‘I am!’ She gave you an accusing look. ‘Alright, alright’, you gave in, ‘I’ll be careful, promise’. She nodded but still let out: ‘Stay away from him, babe’. You raised your eyebrow. She looked you in the eyes: ‘He’s unstable and dangerous’. You put the cup down: ‘And still you work for him’. She chuckled: ‘Can’t do much about that’. You shook your head, but let Jean have her way. Now you wanted to meet Patrick Bateman more than ever.

‘Y/n!’ Patrick heard someone call out outside. He was listening to some music in his office. And then he heard a familiar voice reply: ‘Jean!’, making him listen in. He heard you laugh joyously. ‘Hiya, love’, you said, as you hugged your friend tightly. She whispered: ‘I don’t know if you’re here to check on me or him’. You pulled away and took a proper look at her: ‘Don’t worry, babe’, you winked, ‘no one can replace you’, you kissed her cheek, your lipgloss imprint being left on it, ‘especially not Patrick Bateman’. She laughed too and wiped your lipgloss off her face. You sat in the chair: ‘So, how’s your day?’ She shrugged her shoulders: ‘The usual’. You nodded and watched her carefully: ‘He wasn’t bugging you, was he?’ ‘Who?’ you heard a smooth voice behind you, as you saw Jean straighten her back. ‘No one’, she answered quickly and you craned your neck to take a look at the owner of the voice. You locked your eyes with Patrick. ‘Jean?’ he asked, slowly peeling his gaze off you and looking at her. ‘Yes, Patrick?’, she asked, trying to sound as casual as she could. ‘Would you be a sweetheart and bring me some water’. She nodded reluctantly: ‘You could’ve just called’, but seeing a stern look he gave her and, after one look at you, went out the door. You felt your breath hitch, as Patrick stepped into the office and came to sit on the edge of the table, next to you. If you reached out, you could’ve touched him. His hands that were in his pockets, now came to rest on his thighs. You lifted your gaze from them to his face, swallowing and trying to look as nonchalant as possible, but your mind kept going back to his long elegant fingers and very nice strong thighs. You sat in a chair casually, trying to look relaxed.

‘Y/n’, Patrick said finally, both of you looking into each other’s eyes once again. You blushed upon hearing him say your name. Much to your disappointment, you enjoyed the sound of it and the way it rolled off his tongue. ‘Yeah?’ you asked quietly. ‘Pretty name’, he complimented. Your cheeks flushed deeper but nodded: ‘Thank you, Mr. Bateman’. He scoffed: ‘Please, Y/n, it’s not Mr. Bateman for you anymore’. You raised your eyebrow. He gave you a small smile: ‘To you it’s just Patrick’, and extended his hand. You looked him up and down, smiling: ‘And I should feel honored, I assume?’ He rolled his eyes and almost nodded. You let out a breath: ‘Alright, Patrick’. He could’ve sworn his stomach did a flip upon hearing you call him by his name. You took his hand and he noticed how warm it was. Your eyes were shining brightly, a friendly genuine smile playing on your lips. The sunlight from the windows glowed on your face, making you look divine. You two felt a jolt of electricity run through your bodies, when your skin touched. You withdrew your hand a bit quicker when Patrick would’ve preferred but he let that slide. There will be enough time to touch you.

‘She’s amazing, you know’, you said, as you looked up at him. Patrick furrowed his eyebrows. You laughed at his confusion: ‘Jean, I mean’. You shook your head: ‘You have no idea how lucky you are to have her’. He nodded reluctantly, still not sure why you had brought that up. Just as he was about to ask you something, Jean walked in with a bottle of mineral water. She looked between you two and gave you a look. ‘Oh!’ you jumped up, now being way too close to Patrick. He inhaled your scent again and noted that he missed it for some reason. ‘Gotta go’, you went to the door and waved your hand, as Patrick stood up and followed you. You turned around and winked: ‘Business calls’. Jean nodded, as you blew her a kiss: ‘Bye, Jeanie, see ya!’ She smiled: ‘See you’. As you and Patrick stepped out of her office, you stopped for a split second and looked at him: ‘It was a pleasure to see you again, Patrick’. He nodded and smiled mischievously: ‘The pleasure’s all mine, Y/n’. You blushed, turning around, and strolled to the elevators, feeling his gaze watch your every move.

When the day was over, you and Jean were just outside the building getting the taxi. ‘Y/n! Jean!’ you heard one of the girls nearby call you. You two turned around. Other secretaries were standing along with the men and chatting about something. You and Jean looked at each other, a silent question in both of your minds. The girl waved: ‘Come with us to the club!’ You smiled but shook your head. The other girl walked up to you and took you under your arm: ‘Come on, babe, it’ll be fun’. You looked at Jean and she gave you a shake. You looked back at the girl: ‘Sorry, can’t’, you pulled away from her grasp, ‘trying to save up money, you see’. The other girl smirked: ‘Oh, don’t worry about that’, she said, her eyes twinkling, ‘the boys treat’. You blinked. Why on earth would they do that? The girl noticed your expression: ‘Someone decided to have a party and then everything went downhill from that’, she laughed. You smiled and leaned into Jean, hugging her shoulders and whispering in her ear: ‘Free drinks, huh?’ You looked at each other, as you asked: ‘What do you say?’ She gave you a small smile: ‘I’d rather we have drinks at home’. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek: ‘Babe, I promise, I’ll make it up to you’. Her smile grew wider, as you said: ‘This weekend girls night, deal?’ Jean hit your shoulder, but still let out: ‘Alright, but we’ll be careful’. You laughed triumphantly: ‘Always, Jeanie’.

Patrick was sitting at the lounge along with other men. They were surrounded by some models and actresses. He lifted his face from the drink, once he heard one of his friends: ‘Ay, ain’t that Y/n and Jean?’ The others looked up too and waved their hands for you to come. You noticed the boys and stopped. Patrick saw you two hesitate, so he sent you a warm smile. He didn’t expect you to be here, but somehow he was glad that you were. Probably because you could save him from this utter boredom. You and Jean looked at each other for a split second and then you dragged her to the boys. ‘Good evening, gentlemen’, you said, as the men greeted you, and pointed to the couch: ‘Seats taken?’ They shook their heads, models scooping over to give you more space. You noticed that Patrick haven’t taken his eyes off you, which made you blush. Once seated, someone gave you drinks and you took them gracefully, giving a small ‘thank you’ nod. ‘So’, you asked, ‘what’s the occasion?’, as you looked around. Craig laughed: ‘No need to have a reason to get drunk’. ‘Oh’, you relaxed on the couch and elegantly crossed your legs. Tim smirked: ‘Every day is the occasion to celebrate life’. You laughed: ‘Getting drunk as celebration?’ Patrick noticed how nice you looked and regretted that it wasn’t him making you laugh. You patted Jean’s hand and said to her: ‘They clearly don’t know anything about real fun’. The boys looked between each other.

‘And what’s your version of fun?’, one of them asked. ‘It would be quite dreadful, if I told you’, you replied. ‘Oh come on, Y/n’, Tim leaned forward, ‘spill it’. You sighed and rolled your eyes. ‘You and I have very different ideas of fun’, you said as you accepted the cigarette. ‘You smoke?’ a model on your right asked you. You turned to her, as you exhaled the smoke slowly: ‘No, princess, not really’. The boys raised their eyebrows upon hearing you use that pet name. You noticed their looks and winked: ‘Fuck off’. You all sat in silence for a minute before one of the models asked you: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend?’, looking between you and Jean. ‘It’s New York, darling’, you replied, as you exhaled smoke doing Irish waterfall. ‘So many opportunities’, you continued, holding the cig between your fingers, your arms folded. Patrick caught the double meaning behind it. He wondered what could it be. You held the eye contact, making the model visibly uncomfortable. She probably wasn’t used to being looked at like that by someone like you. Your eyes trailed her body shamelessly. You narrowed your eyes: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend, sugar?’, you asked innocently, letting the smoke out slowly, making men mesmerized by your lips. Patrick watched you flirt with the model, his mind racing. He was trying to figure you out, but failed to understand you. The model took a sip out of her drink: ‘I’m waiting for the right one’, as she smiled brightly, clearly the girl had said that too many times before. Men let out a smug laughter. You ignored them, your eyes still glued to her face. You sipped your expensive drink as well, savoring the bitter taste, that went straight into your chest, warming your body and awakening pleasant sensations. You laughed a little: ‘Yeah?’, she nodded her pretty head. ‘You mean a rich one?’, you inquired casually, as you took another drag. She looked at you confused and tried to defend herself, but you shook your head, dismissing her: ‘No need, darling’, you exhaled smoke again, ‘nothing wrong with wanting to be wealthy’. Her face flushed and she looked down at her feet. You smiled warmly and took her hand in yours: ‘I’m sorry’, you said softly, as she looked up, ‘I didn’t mean to offend you’. She shook her head and gave you a huge smile, as if saying ‘it’s okay’. You leaned back and said, still looking at her: ‘Just be careful, princess’. You looked around and noticed everyone watching you with their mouths hanging open. You smirked. ‘New York if full of weirdos’, you sighed, as if disappointed. The boys chuckled. You locked your eyes with Patrick, exhaling the smoke slowly through your mouth and inhaling through your nose carefully, making Patrick’s eyes trace your face intently, his body tense. Still looking into his icy eyes, you said to the model and to everyone else: ‘The next thing you know, you’re being murdered in a pristine apartment by an attractive Wall Street wolf’. Jean gasped and shoved your shoulder. Patrick froze and gripped the glass harsher. He noticed you watching him and then immediately loosened his grip, giving you a relaxed smile. You smiled back, hiding your face behind your drink. Jean was right.

Part 2 Part 3

My other Patrick Bateman fics:

Dead serious

Fireworks

Partners in crime part 1

Partners in crime part 2

Balls deep in your daughter, Tony- B.B

Pairing(S)- Bruce banner x Stark!Reader

Warning(S)- Older man x Younger woman(reader is again around 20), Porn with a lot of plot, Oral (m receiving), fingering(F receiving), Public sex??, DOM BRUCE ARF ARF, Daddy kink, Size kink.

Summary- Since Bruce was introduced to you, you made it obvious you liked him. He was your fathers best friend so it was definitely hard to get your moments alone with him. He always payed no attention when you flirted with him. Even though he desperately wanted to take you right in front of your father. 

“Dr Banner, can you sign this please?” You walked into Bruce’s lab as if it was your own. Luckily he didn’t mind one bit. Bruce loved the fact that you where comfortable around him.

“Yeah sweetheart, bring it here” Bruce slid his glasses on his face giving you his full attention. You smiled coyly at the nickname before passing him the slip your farther had sent you down with. About an ownership of a suit or some shit.

“You want something to drink sweetheart? you look dehydrated” Bruce added. You didnt actually, he just loved taking care of you. Not in a fatherly way, in a dominant way. To show you he knows you inside out. You pulled yourself up ontop of his labs island before replying.

“Yes Doc that would be nice” You nodded with a mocking tone in your voice as Bruce chuckled and fetched you a drink of water from his labs fridge. He placed the bottle between your lips before speaking “Drink up darling”

You allowed him to feed you the water for a second before your hands slipped over his, gently taking the bottle off of him.

“bruce, whats this?” You gulped the water down and nodded towards the prototype infront of him. He nodded turning towards it. “Its a device that i plan on connecting to your fathers suit” He put it in a way you would understand.

“What as in an upgrade?” You hopped off the counter of his lab. Bruce tried not to pay attention to your outfit choice, but he did. You where wearing a tiny black skirt along with a soft white cotton top which showed your cleavage gracefully. The feminine scent coming off of you was enough to drive him crazy and he couldnt help but wonder what it would feel like to have your tiny red painted nails around his cock.

“bruce?”You questioned him out of his trance. 

“Ah yes. yeah. an upgrade” he responded.

You where now stood infront of the upgrade trying to figure it out. Bruce could see you where struggling so he positioned himself behind you. Gripping your arm and explaining what each thing does. 

You noticed he was pressed up right against you.

“I love this bruce.” You said turning around to face him. He smiled gently.

“You love what doll?” He asked in the calmest voice know to man. It sounded as though he was at peace with the raging green man inside of him.

“Spending time with you. we dont do it often because of my dad and your work and…” You pouted up at him. Your hands moved slowly up his purple dress shirt, which by the way fit his body like a glove. He smiled innocently at you pulling you in for a hug. 

As he let you go. You felt your stomach jump. You where still stood in front of him, giving him the doe eyes. He bit the corner of is lip watching you as you shimmied towards him. You stood on your tippy toes and brung him in for a sweet kiss. It was only a 5 second thing. no tongue. But once Bruce got one taste of your lips, he was intoxicated. 

Bruce bent down to give you another gentle kiss. and another. and another. Until his fingers intertwined with your thighs and picked you up. He placed you on the counter in front of him. Never breaking the strong kiss between the two of you as his hands slipped off his shirt. He pushed you further back. Aggressively soaking up every taste of your mouth he could get. Your fingers slowly moved from the grip in his hair to his pants. Running your finger over his waist slowly.

“goddamnit.” he backs up from you. You giggle in response leaving him glaring at you. This wasnt the first time you and Bruce had gotten intimate and he had backed out. 

“what you think this is funny? that i cant control myself around my fucking best friends daughter?” he sort of whisper shouts. 

“oh no Dr banner, i think its funny that you’re that hard after basically a kiss.” You smirked jumping off of the counter. You slowly began to make your way towards the door before-

“FRIDAY. lock the door and turn off the cameras in lab 4” You heard a strong voice behind you. Shit. 

“you think im lettin’ you go this time? get your ass back here” Bruce made you spin around on your ankles. Walking submissively towards him. He licks his lips seductively at you, making you pant.

“knees please.” he looks innocently at you as if he wasnt about to fuck your face.

you drop onto your knees infront of him. he was standing calmly infront of his labs island with you now knelt before him. He bit the corner of his lip at you. 

“FRIDAY unsheild lab 4′s windows.” banner let out a grin before shouing. You felt self concuious all of a sudden now knowing that anybody that walked past lab 4 would see you on your knees infront of dr banner, your dads best friend. 

You went to stand up but Bruce lowered you back down gently.

“you wanna come tease me in the middle of something? wanna come show off your new little slutty skirt. fine. but this is your punishment.” He looked at you with a shit eating grin as he unbuckled his belt. You looked around at the windows behind you. still fully exposed.

“what you want outta this princess? say the word and ill stop.” He now went soft all of a sudden sensing you where uncomfortable. You shook your head and chewed on your bottom lip as your hands rode up his thighs and effortlessly pulled his suit pants along with his boxers down. 

He realised how stupid the widows being open where now so he quickly called out for them to be shut.

he felt a sudden relief as your lips made contact with his cock. His hips already shaking as you took his length down your throat. His eyes where glued to you as you looked up at him. Letting go of his cock with a pop sound. 

“dont let me distract you toots.” His raspy voice spoke as his fingers tucked your hair behind your ears. You swallowed his cock, again. Going slowly to torture him.

“Jesus” he felt his hips buck into your throat. knowing you where driving him crazy made yo crazy. You vibrated your mouth with a hum before looking up at hi. His jaw was loose. His hair was messy after having his hands cling to it. Just as you felt his cock twitch he pulled out of your mouth. 

“i gotta be inside you right now.” he groaned furiously pulling you up onto the counter behind him. Yo where still fully clothes but honestly, he didnt care. 

His fingers hooked onto your panties, pulling them right down at throwing them somewhere behind you. His fingers gently tickled up your inner thigh until they made contact with your drenched pussy.

He grinned. knowing his effect on you. His fingers gently pushed inside of you as you gripped onto his shoulder and bit down a moan.

“Whos sweet little pussy is this? huh” he whispered as 2 of his fingers swirled around inside of you. You where struggling to reply to him. With the unknown pleasure throbbing inside of you took over.

“all yours daddy” DADDY? WHY THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY DADDY?. 

Bruces cock twiched again at the nickname. He knew he would cum if anything else where to come out of your mouth. So he removed his fingers, finding a better spot for them in his mouth as he licked off your juices. His eyes practically rolled out of his head as he tasted what was his. What has always been his.

His cock dived into you with no warning. 

“Call me that again” His lips found a space in the crook of your neck as he POUNDED into you. 5 thrusts a fucking second is what it felt like.

“daddy’ your lips moved. you didnt know what other shit was coming out of it. you where in a world of your fucking own.

His hand pushed you gently back onto his counter until you where laying on  your back. His right hand held both of your arms above your head as his other hand pulled your thigh steady as he thrusted harder.

“your. fucking. heaven.” he gasped between moans and thrusts. You panted and whined but couldnt seem to get out a word. Until, the clench of your legs around his waist. His cock almost hitting above your bellybutton. 

He plunged his cum deep inside of you, letting out a loud groan. You couldve sowre his veins turned green as he did so. 

“bruce? you ok buddy? gettin lucky with your fist in there huh?” You heard your father call from outside the lab.

“No Tony, im balls deep inside yout daughter.” Bruce called out as he thrusted again. You tried to hold in your moan but that last thrust was it. You had came while your dad was listening. 

“haha banner very funny, would you unlock the door now?”