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jackie jackie jackie jackie i just had a realization. i was examining patrick's character once more as a wholly theoretical entity. his name patrick evokes patrician lineage; bateman suggests both norman bates and a "bait man" a lure. it implies a being designed for the consumption of others and a baited hook in a sea of equally ravenous fish. PLEASE JACKIE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IM SAYING, RIGHT???
YES!!!!! oh my god, you are absolutely onto something. patrick bateman’s name alone is practically a thesis in itself. “patrick” ties him to patrician wealth & status, reinforcing that he is a product of the upper class (one who not only benefits from it but is also consumed by its expectations.) and then “bateman” is a layered surname. the nod to norman bates obviously evokes themes of duality, repression & psychosis, but the “bait man” interpretation ?? that’s genius.
i think he’s both predator and prey. a man who lures others in with his wealth and surface-level charm, only to devour them (sometimes literally). but at the same time, he exists within a world where everyone is a predator in their own way, all feeding off each other in this cycle of materialism. the idea of him as a “baited hook in a sea of equally ravenous fish” is so good because it captures how, despite his monstrosity, patrick is still a product of his environment—one that encourages & rewards his sociopathy rather than punishes it. i love you and this analysis so much.
MDNI | gn!reader. dirty talk. gunplay. suggestive
WADE WILSON has a lot of bad habits. running his mouth, for one. killing people, obviously. but his worst—his absolute favourite—is fucking with you. which is why you’re not even surprised when the cold press of a gun barrel kisses your cheek. “aww, will you look at that,” he croons, his voice jovial. chillingly, unnervingly sane. “a little bead of sweat right there—uh oh, is somebody nervous? or is it just my devastatingly sexy charm? i mean, i do have the face of a sexier ryan reynolds. and, statistically speaking, a bigger dick. not that you needed a reminder.” the barrel of the gun drags lower, tracing the curve of your cheekbone, down your throat, pausing in the dip of your collarbone. steel on skin, a teasing chill that leaves goosebumps blossoming in its wake. “relax, baby. pinky promise, i wouldn’t dream of pulling the trigger.” cue a dramatic pause.
“unless, y’know, you did something really naughty. like—oh, i dunno—ate the last chimichanga. or, worse, called me spider-man.” wade whistled, shaking his head emphatically. “actually, that one might get you shot and edged for hours.” the gun dips lower, skimming between your erect nipples. his free hand follows—hot where the metal is cold, fingertips barely ghosting over your stomach, lower still, grazing your inner thigh before pulling away.
“but real talk, is it fucked up that i’m turned on right now? not in an ‘oops, almost shot my partner’ kinda way, but more like a ‘we should film this and make a small fortune catering to a very specific audience’ kinda way.” the last part is addressed to the side of the wall where the tv is mounted, along with some sort of invisible camera. you roll your eyes, because what the fuck.
“man, this is fifty shades of fucked up. but hey, we like what we like. and i like… you.” his free hand catches your jaw, tilting your head up. the gun clatters to the floor, forgotten, as he leans in and planted a obnoxiously wet smooch to your cheek. he’s hard beneath his red and black tactical suit. you can feel it, thick and hot where he’s pressed up against your thigh.
then, just as quickly, he’s off you, flopping onto the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table. “alright, your turn, hot stuff, make a grown mercenary beg.” he purrs, stretching his arms. “or we can just skip to the part where you climb on top of me and ride me til i see god. no pressure though.” he shoots finger guns and a wink. “unless you like pressure. in which case, i am more than happy-”
“oh my god, wade.” you groan.
“aw fuck yeahh—baby, just like that. moan my name.” another conspiratorial wink at the invisible camera. “hey, kevin feige, buddy, let’s really push that r rating, huh?”
Bestie hehe whose pullout game is worst and whose is best out of the characters Evan plays???
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 — 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳-𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬
ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel — nsfw ; MDNI 18+
⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍. (3/10)
his intentions are good. his execution? terrible. pull-out game is WEAK purely due to incompetence.
“fuck—wait, wait, oh shit, i was supposed to—”
feels guilty as hell afterward. “you don’t think i did it on purpose, right? you believe me, don’t you?”
Headcanon that sugar daddy Bruce Wayne after spending the night together and taking your virginity takes you on an extravagant shopping spree, also buys you an expensive gift, a gift for giving him the gift of your virginity.
warning ; mentions of sex. loss of virginity. mdni
BRUCE WAYNE has developed a taste for exclusivity. after all, he operates in a society where rarity is synonymous with value and wealth is measured in access rather than numbers. it’s for the same reason that he hadn’t hesitated when you let slip breathlessly, that no man had ever touched you before. bruce would never be so callow as to covet you for that alone, of course. but the prospect of guiding you through something so intimate and profoundly uncharted had awakened something in him all the same—an inevitability, perhaps. for all his restraint and discipline, bruce wayne is still a man.
the first breach had stung, a flash of medicinal discomfort that wasn’t totally unexpected. then came the languid, yet insistent burn, stretching your tight and untrained cunt around him. and finally, the undoing—a dizzying descent into pleasure. the morning after, you still wear the evidence of him. a dull (but not unpleasant) throb between your legs, a residual echo of the stretch and fullness he subjected you to last night.
and now, the spoils of your surrender unfold before you in the form of a private shopping spree—couture ateliers emptied for your pleasure, glass jewelry cases unlocked with a mere nod of his head. his credit card rests between his fingers like an afterthought, as you wander through rows of silk-lined mannequins and racks heavy with cashmere. bruce doesn’t bother with price tags, only watches you with silent amusement when you hesitate before a mirror, as if you haven’t grasped the concept of there is no budget. cute girl.
back at the manor, he lounges in an armchair, watching as lace and silk sculpt to your frame, as you turn beneath the glow of chandelier light, fabric slipping over your skin like water. but he’s impatient, when it comes to you. the clothes are exquisite, but he prefers you without them. soon enough, the luxury he’s wrapped you in lies discarded on the floor, and he’s between your legs again, spreading you open with hands still warm from fastening diamonds around your throat.
woah…that storytime was a lot. and insane. Babe, you don’t need to do anything youre uncomfortable with. if youre not really interested in either one of these guys you don’t owe them anything!!! just a reminder that im here for u if you ever want to talk 🫶🫶🫶🍒
savvy ml, thank you so so much. i really needed that reminder bc i never want to come off as rude or cold—even though i probably do without meaning to. most ppl already assume i’m this “ice queen” (thanks to my resting bitch face) so i always feel like i have to overcompensate. for now, i’m just keeping my responses to him super dry and hoping he gets the hint (not that i ever text him first anyway). we’ll see how it goes. but it means the world that you’re here for me, truly. love u !!! 🤍
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LMAOOO YOURE SO FCKIN ON POINT…
I'm sorry you had to go through all of that in just a week—people can be so off-putting sometimes; it's shocking, almost.
Hope you manage to sort this all out and find a peaceful resolution. And remember, your own peace of mind matters just as much as others'.
Take your time to process everything, stay hydrated, and keep being iconic. Life can take the most random twists when you least expect it, even if they’re a tad frustrating for us at times (speaking unfortunately from a recent experience).
Wishing you the best as always + hope you're handling it well so far. Lysm <33 💞
thank you so much for this, seriously. life really do throw the wildest curveballs sometimes, and i’m still wrapping my head around all of it. but you’re absolutely right—peace of mind IS just as important, and i’m trying to prioritise that. i hope whatever unexpected chaos life threw at u recently wasn’t too frustrating, and that you’re doing way way better too. sending all the love & hugs your way, mwah !! 🤍