When You Have Someone Like Tyrell So Obsessed With Elliot You Kind Of Feel For Him.

When you have someone like Tyrell… so obsessed with Elliot… you kind of feel for him.

“He can`t die! He can`t die!”

Mm, I agree with your thought about the first episode. It took me until ep 9 to know my feelings were correct due to the flashback at the Mr. Robot shop. At the series finale, Ep 10, things really snapped in place for me.

Can we talk about 4x07 and 4x08 please

A Deal with the Devil

NSFW Tyrell Wellick X Mr. Robot/Elliot Alderson Smut

Sample below the mark: 

(Depictions of graphic gay sex)

“Do you have a fucking hard-on?” Mr. Robot’s eyes squinted as he eyed the bulge in Wellick’s pants. He was deeply amused- one moment the Swede was straddling him on the floor, furious, and about the beat the ever-living daylights on him- and the next, the man was turned on. 

They had been interrupted by the doorbell just before he was about to be beaten. Being the obnoxiously proper and off his rocker, Tyrell had stepped away to see who it was. Someone had the wrong address and asked for directions. It was short and sweet, but just enough to put a pause on his overflowing anger. Tyrell always took things personally, he known for being childishly erratic. He snapped his blue surgical gloves on his way back into the room. “Don’t deflect- I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to worm your way out of this you son of a bitch,” he flared, his veins popped in his pale face.

Mr. Robot had sat up and looked deeply amused- Wellick didn’t want to admit it, but this was erotic for him. Maybe the part about him being a psychopath brought this on. Or maybe it was something between the gloves and the pain.

They both were masters of manipulation and control. Something Wellick couldn’t control was the hard length in his pants. At least not hiding it. A well-tailored pant leg doesn’t leave much to the imagination, not when you’re as rail-thin and muscular as Wellick. 

“C’mon, we both know you’re fucking lying,” he smirked, looking amused that the Swede was so hotly defensive. There weren't many who could push his buttons like Mr. Robot and Elliot could- and MR was finding this delightful. A part of them both were.

I think about you a lot, Elliot. I think about that night, when we became gods.