#patrick musings

[autumnwritcs]

[kamoism]

AMERICAN PSYCHO.

pairing: sukuna x black fem!yn

synopsis: you know that one scene from american psycho where patrick looks at himself in the mirror while he’s fucking? yeah, well sukuna does that too.

word count: -1k

author’s note: quick little drabble of this yummy man before i change my profile LMFAO

content warning: true form!sukuna, degradation, back shots, breath play, he’s a cocky little shit lol, cervix kissing, probably some typos

as much as you loved fucking sukuna, you hated it too. you hated how good he made you feel, the kinds of noises he pulled out of you with little to no effort, and how wet he made you from doing barely anything. you only hated it because of how cocky he was. it didn’t phase you anymore though, already used to his degrading words and how he’d tease you for being “a pathetic cockdrunk whore.” every time he slapped his tip on your leaking cunt.

it was the usual scene going on, your face smashed into a pillow as one of his 4 arms kept your head there as he was digging you out from the back. the other 2 arms were gripping your waist with a force that was bound to leave bruises the next day, dragging you back relentlessly on his monster cock each time you tried to run away. “stop fuckin’ runnin’ from me.” sukuna’s threat was low and gravelly in your ear, a mean scoff coming from his throat as you only cried out in response. “what’d you say? can’t even use your words, dummy.”

your hands reached back towards him, long nails scratching at his mouth-stomach that only smile at you sadistically while you tried your best to garble out a snappy insult, yet nothing came out. sukuna already had an insult ready for you at the tip of his tongue, setting his back straight as he moved from your ear, but he caught sight of him in the mirror next to him.

sukuna looked good. his dual toned hair was all over the place, sweat was running down his neck and back, and his muscles were flexing with every subtle move he made. you felt the pressure from your head ease up, gasping out in a loud squeal at how his tip bullied your cervix like he fucking hated you. only 2 of his hands remained on you, his sharp nails threatening to dig into your soft flesh the faster he thrusted inside your gummy walls.

this was unusual— no, this was peculiar for him to do. sukuna almost always kept your head in the pillow because he liked muffling your cries and moans as it gave him more motivation to break your pussy in. you turned in curiosity, bonnet luckily still on as your face of pleasure turned into a scowl.

“are you — uhn! — fucking kidding me?!”

and there he was. ryomen sukuna, the king of curses, checking himself as he flexed effortlessly with his upper 2 arms. your complaints fell deaf to his ears, not one of his 4 eyes sparing you a glance as he focused on himself in the mirror and kept up his brutal pace on your pussy. he had the audacity to bite his lip with a smirk, admiring how he effortlessly made your ass clap against his lower waist. your cream was building up on his pubic hair and around his base, creating strings that connected his to your ass each time he slid out your hole that kept trying to suck him right back in.

“you arrogant motherfuc- mm!” your head was suddenly pushed back in the pillow with one of his hands, hearing a subtle teeth suck come from the curse above you as he came to hard stop only to slam himself back into you.

“y’talk so fuckin’ much, shut up.”

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[mythic-rose]

❝ — “Remember when you said you'd let me win?”

rose's 100 favorite fictional muses — 27/100: Art Donaldson

[cablehaver]

man of my daydreams (or my fuckin nightmares)

[notthecity]

if you don’t love me at my mania then you don’t deserve me at my so much (for) stardust

[fandomlurker333]

A lot of people are screaming throuple and just writing the porn (which I get! It’s fun!). But reading them come is not enough for me. lol Toxicity is hot until it’s just damaging and sad for everyone. I want real happiness for these three weirdos.

The end of the film was meant to be the very beginning of something. Just the spark of an idea of them coming back to one another. But the real work starts after. 

And I think it would probably be a step-by-step thing. 

I can see Patrick and Art working to draw closer, with that strong foundation of their childhoods to build off of. Obviously having to resolve the hurt that so much time and distance caused them, and both being willing to forgive. But it’s clear at the end of the film that the door is open for that. They grew up together. There’s a real root of knowing that I think could carry them through the toughest parts early on. Their relationship evolving feels possible.

And Tashi and Art’s marriage would find some breathing room and maybe even some renewed delight for having Patrick present and loving on them both. Kinda seeing each other again through his eyes type thing. Remembering they’re more than who they have been to each other for over a decade (both operating in one mode to survive, never quite enough for each other -- not totally fulfilled and not appreciated in their fullness).

I don’t think Patrick and Tashi would be having sex at this point, but I can see like….tennis dates where they bicker. Just them all learning how to be in each other’s space for extended periods of time and enjoy it.

And maybe Art wouldn’t resent Tashi so much for not being able to give him everything (so much has been taken from her — she just doesn’t have all that much left. She’s been doing her best.) and maybe Tashi would feel more at peace seeing them play each other and knowing Art is really loving tennis, not just playing for her. Connecting with them both in that space and finding joy in tennis again, so it’s not just routine and pain and loss for her.

With that healing happening concurrently (with therapists as support, of course), I think they’d get far. And then once those relationships are more secure, once Art and Tashi learn how they relate to each other when he isn’t winning for her (which would be something new. They don’t know what that looks like yet!) then Patrick and Tashi, having learned way more about themselves in relationship and how to communicate, might start working on their side of the triangle lol. 

I could see them all exploring and working out the intimacy over time — not just sex, but intimacy -- what do they each need and how do they need it? And kink too, the various ways they each want/need to give or receive so they all feel truly satisfied.

And of course they’ll be partners co-parenting. All of them.

I can see Tashi finally grieving her injury, the life she lost, and rediscovering her love of tennis, not to win, but for the joy of being on the court. Her sobs the first time she plays again and it’s not competitively, just a little volley, but it’s like she’s finally alive again. Reminding herself she’s a leader in tennis the space still, that she can build success in that world even without Art’s career, but maybe it looks different. I see a healed Tashi learning to enjoy teaching kids. Taking on more protege. And letting Art and Patrick come help at her tennis camps. 

Art retiring like he said he wanted, running the foundation as Tashi steps back. Realizing that he’s actually pretty good at this business thing and going back to school for a Master’s in nonprofit leadership. Meeting new people. Making friends (that aren’t Patrick). Getting invited to a pottery class and seeing he loves to work with his hands. Playing tennis with Patrick on the weekends.

And my heart for stay-at-home dad Patrick. Who always forgets to change over the laundry and leaves his keys everywhere and puts the babies' shoes on the wrong feet. But my god he loves those kids so goddamn much. Patrick learning to cook for the family and getting really good at it like he does anything he hyper-focuses on. Patrick finally having a home with the two people he loves most and figuring out how to create some routine and stability for himself within that container.

The love in that home. Ugh. I think it’s possible! I think they can do it! It just takes work. 

[cashandandrogyny]

fall out boy circa 2005

Pete: I think we should kiss

Patrick: And I think you should die but we don't always get what we want

[foekeu]

Please smash all the guitars till we see all the stars 😇🙏✨✨✨

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

fall out boy don't make music with their brains and they don't make music with their hearts they make it with their pussies amen 😌🙏

[thiscoldheart]

just jisbon things (6/?)

[sm4sd]

who up... trying to keep it together... but it gets a little harder when it never gets better... or just me and the guy from fall out boy

[makeyoumine69]

Happy Birthday to the hottest man in the world — Christian Bale!😍

(January 30, 1974)

[vampylily]

so let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again, like we did last summer (i am my own muse 032424 albany)

[saucy-mesothelioma]

It's finally time. Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in <3

[heaveniowa]

love from the other side / i am my own muse

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

Sending my love etc. etc.