This is a Spencer Charnas fic
me and the groupchat on insta need more to fuel the fic shortage so I have taken it upon myself that we, the psychos, are a thirsty bunch and need more smut, so here ya go you fucking animals <3
Trying my best out here, first one ever ;)
“Thinking?” His grip tightened on Patrick’s shoulder, causing him to wince. “You know how I feel about thinking.”
Patrick did know how He felt about thinking: thinking was a privilege reserved for those in charge, something Patrick was certainly not. Truthfully, he wasn’t much more than a toy, a plaything to keep Him entertained, and toys most definitely didn’t think.
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11 Feb 2021