#Paul Dano imagine

[lovely--lover]

Immediate Response

Request: Dwayne tells reader I love you and their immediate response is to say something mean like fuck off. It’s not on purpose it just slips out 🤭 thank you @sapphicandserendipityy for the idea!!

Peering at the contents in your basket you made a mental note of all the items you have selected so far; beef jerky, candy, headband, a toy plane. Something was missing? Pulling out your shopping list you scanned the items until you found it, notepads. How could you forget?!

Two months had passed since Dwayne began his vow of silence. He mentioned something about self-restraint and dedication? In the beginning you thought he would only last a week or two.

But here you were two months later. Dwayne’s dedication and self-restraint was growing by the day. The sound of his voice was one of your favorite sounds, and you missed it dearly, but understood that it was something Dwayne needed to do.

Dwayne was focusing and working so hard to reach his dreams. You wanted to reward him for his efforts and motivate him to continue. 

Your eyes widened as you entered the stationary aisle there was rows of notepads in different colors and designs. There were so many options. Reaching out you grabbed a yellow, black, and a pink one covered in red hearts.  It was cute! Dwayne would hate it. 

A giggle slipped out as you imagined his reaction. Or maybe if you were lucky he would suddenly get the hint that you lov- liked him...You really hoped he would like it.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm the nerves. What was the worse that could happen? Dwayne doesn't like it? Dwayne doesn't like a lot of things it will be okay. He definitely wasn't going to say anything.

Raising a hand you pressed the doorbell. You could hear feet running through the house and a voice yell out “I got it” When the door opened you were met with Olive smiling up at you.

Before you could say hello she was yelling through the house “Dwayne! Y/N is here!” She stepped out of the way and waved you inside.

“Come on Y/N” Olive grabbed your free hand and led you through the house towards Dwayne's room “I don't know why he can’t hear me.”

Once you reached Dwayne's door Olive didn't even knock, she just threw the door open. You were met with Dwayne on his back lifting weights above his head, heat flooded to your cheeks, as you watched him. The muscles in his arm were still small but more toned and you could see the outline of musc-

“Dwayne did you not hear me?! I said Y/N is here” Olive’s voice broke your thoughts.

Dwayne let out a sigh as he placed the weight down and sat up. The corner of his lip turning up slightly as his eyes met yours. Walking over he grabbed your hand, it was sweaty and calloused, pulling you into his room. While simultaneously pushing Olive out and slamming the door in her face.

“Hey! You’re so rude” you giggled as Olive stomped down the hall. It was now just you and Dwayne facing each other with your hands intertwined. There wasn't much time to enjoy the contact as Dwayne dropped your hand heading towards his bed and sitting down patting the open spot next to him. 

“So…you’re still not talking Hoover?” you teased. Dwayne responded with a roll of his eyes as he patted the spot next to him again. Finally you plopped down next to him and placed the gift bag in his lap. “Well good! Or else this would be awkward”

Dwayne looked between you and the bag with furrowed brows. “It’s a gift for you. It’s been over two months since you stopped talking and I thought you deserved something. I just know I couldn't last a day without talking!” 

A full smile formed on his face as he smiled in agreement. “Hey” you gently pushed him “Don’t be rude I got you a gift. Now open it!” 

Sitting up straight you watched in anticipation as Dwayne started pulling out the wrapping paper, giggling as he rolls it up and throws it at you playfully. He reached in without looking and pulled out the beef jerky, slightly nodding his head in approval.

“I got that because I know you like it and it has a lot of protein so it should be really good for building muscle and stuff” Dwayne listened to you with raise eyebrows and waited until you were done to pull out the next item.

Red was being pulled out of the bag and your mouth opened before you realized. “That’s a headband for when you work out so your hair’s not in your face and you don’t get too sweaty.” You felt the need to explain the reasoning for each item. 

Dwayne pulled out the notepads looking through them. “Those are for…ya know” you giggled. He got to the pink notepad with hearts. He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised and titled head as if to say ‘Really?’

Secretly Dwayne loved it! It was cute and reminded him of you.

With each item Dwayne pulled out his heart beat faster and he became overwhelmed. It was all so simple but-

Everyone else had been harassing him to speak telling him there was no point and refusing to understand. But you…you have supported him the entire time with no complaint. You always supported, listened, cared, understood him. It seemed like you were always around so he took you for granted. But you were everything and he…

Dwayne's eyes widened in realization, hurriedly he opened the notepad and grabbed his pen, scribbling out the words. His hands shook as he stared down at the writing contemplating if he should show you. Glancing up he was met with your amused face “What is it Dwayne?” 

Dwayne held the note up “I love you” was written across the page in messy letters.

A laugh left your lips as yo read the words “Oh fuck off Dwayne” His brows furrowed, placing the pen back on paper he underlined the words twice shoving the notebook in your face. 

The smile on your lips slowly fading at the realization “Oh wait…you love me? You love me!” Dwayne rolled his eyes and tossed the notepad into you lap pointed at the words.

You held the notepad up pressing it against your chest as you took in the moment another laugh escaping your lips. “Well good Hoover because I love you too!”

Masterlist

This is my first time writing for Dwayne so I hope it was good and I hope you liked it 💛

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[imagine--if]

how would soft!yan eddie react to the reader rejecting his advancements and confessions towards them because they have a fear of abandonment and it seems that every person the reader has ever cared for/loved always leaves them in the end and the reader will think it’ll happen with edward?

A/N: Just like this 😍 hope you enjoy!! As always, comment anywhere or dm me to be added to the taglissstt

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive loving Riddler, comforting fluff 💚

Words: 860

You look so still, so stunned, so... beautiful, to Edward. His arms encase your body as he rocks you affectionately, his face rubbing against yours as he smiles against your skin, pressing the occasional kiss on your cheeks and lips. All you can do is stare back at him with those big eyes, that could blink up at him and make him do whatever you want, but they're equally nervous, shy, like he first was.

"It's a lot to take in, I know," he mumbles in acknowledgement after chuckling at your expression of wonder. "Oh, my angel... you'll get used to it, just wait and see. It was always supposed to be this way."

Edward leans in closer to press his lips against yours in a more passionate kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair as he hums in bliss, and after a moment you kiss him back hesitantly. He seems to notice, because he pulls away, forest green eyes searching yours in concern behind his glasses.

"What's wrong, my love? Hmm?"

You shake your head as you try to come up with a response, and Edward waits patiently, not stopping his smothering affections, as if you've been together for months.

"I... I don't know," You mumble, and Edward rests his forehead against yours, staring straight at you in curiosity. "If this is a good idea, I mean."

"Is it because of The Riddler?" Edward shakes his head with a fond smile, bracing his hands on your shoulders. "Darling, we've been over this. You aren't going to get hurt, I'm not going to get hurt. Don't worry so much, okay? Trust me..."

"It's not because of The Riddler," You disagree, though that in itself was a pretty big shock. Still, you didn't really mind - the people who Eddie targeted deserve what they get - but if normal people get bored of their partners and throw them away, mad geniuses like Edward Nashton might throw you away in a much more literal sense.

"What then?" He encourages you gently, but you can see the growing worry and panic forming in his gaze, creeping into his tone. "You don't like me? You won't try to love me?"

"No, of course not that," You shake your head again, and Eddie relaxes slightly, his hands raising to cup your cheeks as he nods attentively. "It's just... people leave, Edward."

"Leave?" He repeats blankly. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone leaves eventually," You find yourself telling him, "and there's no point in trying to love someone, because when you do, that's when they're bored, and when they're bored, they abandon you, and-"

"Ssh, ssh, ssh, " Edward hushes you softly, pulling you into his lap properly as he cradles you, his head resting on your shoulder. "Sweetheart, are you telling me that everyone you've loved... have just left?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and nod smally, and you hear Eddie sigh sympathetically, hugging you tigher.

"It's not always just... dying," You can't help admit, letting yourself bury your face in the crook of his neck, and Edward shivers at the contact, closing his eyes with a slight smile. "They just go. And that's it."

"My poor, sweet baby," he coos, dipping his head to leave a trail of wet kisses on your neck, and you bite back a whimper at the feeling. "I understand, angel. But I'm not those people," Edward says, pulling away enough to look you in the eye. "Do you understand? I'll never, never leave you. Hah- how can I? I can't live without you!"

You blink at the sudden emotion filling his voice, and he squeezes your hands in his, eyes wide, barely restraining himself from overwhelming you with more hugs and kisses. But there's a spark of hope in your stare now, and he smiles eagerly at you.

"You can't?"

"Of course I can't," Edward breathes desperately. "You, my beauty, are my life. I'll do anything for you, truly. We have to stay together forever, or... it's just not right! We aren't meant to be separated, we're meant to be like this, because we were made for each other. I'm completely yours," he continues, letting go of one of your hands to stroke your cheek lovingly, "and all you need to be now is mine."

You take in his words in awe, watching as he slumps into your arms with a needy whine, nuzzling his head under your chin and hugging your waist. Edward can't be lying - he's practically absorbing you, breathing you in, drowning in everything that makes up you...

He really is in love.

"O- okay," You say with a small smile, and Edward immediately looks up at you in anticipation, "thanks, Eddie. I'll try, then."

"Yes!" He shrieks eagerly, attacking your face with kisses, and you squeal as his body traps yours underneath his, brown locks tickling your face as he peppers kisses over the bridge of your nose and your cheeks.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Edward almost moans in between kisses, and you can't help smiling properly, as he raises his head to stare down at you adoringly. "I'm going to love you, forever... just you wait and see..."

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Introduction

i'd say my blog is 18+ but i cant control anyone, so read at your own risk.

– hey!! Im Gabi and im a new writer i've never published anything before online and am wanting to branch out i will be accepting criticism and will kindly welcome it in hopes to get better. I love men older then me (DILFS) and will be writing a lot about them (but not only them) . Thanks for checking my stuff out, if you do. 

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Who i write for:

Timothee Chalamet (and characters) 

Cillian murphy (and characters) 

Even peters (and characters) 

Paul dano (and characters) 

Buggy the clown (the genius jester)

Ghost (COD)

König (COD)

(more coming soon)

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what ill write:

ill be writing whatever i feel like really unless requested. Obviously nothing disgusting (inc*st, etc.) but just ask and ill see if i’m down to do it.

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Credit:- @gerardpittsie on Instagram

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[almanacrat]

Pumpkin Pie

WEdward Nashton x gn Reader

Warnings: None

The electric lights buzzed above Y/n’s head, flickering lazily. The streets of Gotham city were littered with people, some here and some there. Y/n wondered what each person was doing and where they were going to. Were they going home to two children and a spouse? No, perhaps they were going home to an empty apartment with a pet, or maybe they were going to work a night shift somewhere.

 Y/n worked the night shift five days out of the week. They had never been a fan of the night shift, especially now that Gotham was getting more dangerous, but a paycheck is a paycheck, and Y/n had bills to pay. 

Y/n made their rounds around the diner intermittently, making sure the customers didn't need anything. The late-night customers were typically pretty relaxed, not needing much assistance from Y/n except the occasional refill. Y/n stood behind the counter, looking at the crossword puzzle in front of them. They enjoyed solving little puzzles in the newspapers or wherever they happened upon one, and had gotten pretty good at solving them; however, there was one particular riddle stumping Y/n tonight. 

The chiming of the bell on the door caught Y/n’s attention. They snapped their head up to find one of the regulars. They never caught his name, but recognized his face and the thump of his military-style boots on the linoleum floor. 

“Hey.” Y/n greeted. They didn't bother to pull out their notepad, knowing he would just order the same thing he always did.

“Hi.” He replied.

“Pumpkin pie and a latte, I assume?” Y/n smiled at him.

“Yes, please.” The man avoided their eyes, choosing to fiddle with a coffee stirrer instead. 

Y/n briskly served him his coffee and slice of pie, observing him from the side of  their eye. He looked down at a newspaper, circling certain things with a green pen, then glancing around himself briefly. Y/n went back to hovering over their crossword puzzle. They let out a frustrated sigh when they had solved all but the one. 

“Still working on that crossword?” Y/n’s coworker asked, leaning against the counter.

“Yep. I figured all of them out except this one.” Y/n stated.

“You’ll get it eventually.”

“I've been thinking about it for twenty minutes, and I still can't think of anything plausible to go there. It sucks.” Y/n complained, running their hands through their hair. 

“Well, what’s the prompt? I might be able to help you figure it out.” Their coworker snatched the paper from Y/n, looking at it in confusion.

“A price for your thoughts. It seems so obvious but I’m just going blank.” 

“A penny.” The man spoke, catching Y/n’s attention. 

“What?” Y/n asked, having not heard him clearly. 

“The answer is a penny. A penny for your thoughts.” He spoke after clearing his throat. 

“You’re right! How did I not see that?” Y/n lamented.

“You were probably just preoccupied with work.” The man found himself saying. 

“Hopefully that's it. Do you do a lot of puzzles?” 

“Yeah, I like puzzles.” He answered.

“What kind are your favorite?” 

“Riddles. I like all puzzles, but riddles are my favorite.” 

“That’s really interesting. Do you have any interesting riddles for me to solve?”

“Right now?” The man finally made eye contact with Y/n, looking up through his clear-rimmed glasses.

“Sure.” They smiled at him.

“Uh- okay. Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?”

Y/n remained quiet in thought before finally speaking. 

“Oh, I've got it! Counterfeit money?” Y/n chirped.

“Yes. You’re quite good at riddles.” He commented. “I bet you’re even better. What’s your name, anyway?” Y/n asked, looking into his deep eyes which were shaded by his gentle brown hair. 

“Edward.” 

“Edward. I like that name. I’m Y/n.” 

Edward resisted the urge to tell them that he knew their name already. In fact, he knew most things about them, but only by coincidence. Edward had seen them walking up to the apartment on occasion, and heard them talking to their coworkers about the details of their life. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” Y/n called as he walked out of the diner. 

If anyone else had called him Eddie, he would have done unspeakable things to them, but not Y/n. He now felt that he should pay special attention to Y/n. Before tonight, they were just the person who worked at the diner. Now, they were the person who liked puzzles and had a wonderful smile. They were a creature too pure and kind for this world. They were someone to keep safe and watch over. Someone to protect from the cruel streets of Gotham City. 

Edward knew one thing when he left that diner; he had to have them. 

[seal-writes-stuff]

Salvation

Word count: 2k

Warnings: F!Reader, violence, religious imagery, implied alcohol abuse, one mention of passive suicidal ideation

Summary: “Thou shalt not murder”.

A/N: As promised, here’s a part two to this! I’m currently sort of busy, but I am working on requests, so keep an eye out. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

“DRAI-I-INAGE…”

“Good Lord” you bury your face in your hands with a heavy sigh. Despite the size of the house, your father’s voice rings through the entirety of it. You’ve ignored your initial desire to follow Eli to the bowling alley, so you aren’t exactly sure what is happening, but you know for a fact it’s nothing good. It all seems to play out just the way you thought, yet the thought brings you no comfort.

Drainage.

You wonder what that means. You also, in spite of your best efforts, wonder what that means for Eli specifically. You have the general idea, of course, but for some reason it’s not something you wish to envision in detail.

How come, you wonder? Isn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t that how you spoke to him when he came to you?

Finally, you give in. Jumping from a table in the office, you head downstairs. This whole thing is taking too long for a ‘no’ and even longer for a ‘yes’; something is definitely wrong. Besides, it just can’t be that simple. Daniel Plainview doesn’t operate like that and you of all people would know it. Is curiosity a sin, you wonder? You aren’t sure. Being complicit in someone’s suffering, though, definitely is. Even if that someone is a false prophet whose god is a superstition.

Making it through the house, you briefly wonder if you should alert some of the staff, but decide against it. You can handle this. You’ve handled such things your whole life and you’ve handled such things more than ever in the past few years, more than you ever wished to.

It will be fine. You’ll make it fine if you need to.

The closer you get, the more and more concerned you become. It’s not even your father, rambling about milkshakes and money with his usual viciousness –you’ve learned to tune it out. It’s something else entirely.

Is Eli crying?

Not the elated tears reserved for his sermons, to which you were a witness plenty of times. It’s more akin to dejected, hopeless whimpering coming from a man who’s completely crushed and only now realizes it.

You make it down the stairs just in time to have a front seat for the unraveling madness.

“Did you think that your song and dance and your superstition would help you, Eli?!” screaming fills the air as Eli desperately tries to crawl away, all of his calm self-assurance long forgotten, “I am the third revelation! I am who the Lord has chosen! Because I am smarter than you! I'm older! I am not a false prophet, you sniveling boy! I AM THE THI-I-IRD REVELATION! I-I-I-I AM THE THIRD REVELATION! I TOLD you I would eat you! I TOLD you I would EAT YOU UP!”

You freeze in horror, unsure of what to do. Call out for someone? It’s useless and you know it. Most of the time, your staff prefers to take their money and mind their own business; a decision perhaps more wise than the one you’ve made. Nobody’s coming.

Nobody’s coming but you.

The rest is a series of images; brief flashes that won’t come together no matter how much you try. Eli pleading for forgivness, bowling balls hitting the floor. You lunging through the room in one swift motion. Your father’s dumbfounded expression as you tackle him to the floor with some inhuman strength, something you didn’t even know you possess.

Next thing you know, a bolt of sharp, blinding pain burns through your head as the world disappears in the darkness.

***

For a few terrifying seconds, nothing makes sense.

Your eyes are wide open, but you can’t see anything. Your face throbs in pain and you can’t breathe; the taste of salt and metal filling your throat. Your thoughts are all jumbled, but one rings clear:

‘Too late. He killed him. That bastard killed him’.

You aren’t sure who is “he”, who is “him” and why would it be too late. There’s nothing you can do about it, so you let it pass. You close your eyes and try to come to.

For better or for worse, it seems to work.

“No” you hear your father’s panicked voice as he grabs you, trying to shake you awake. For a brief moment, that feels nice; as close to a hug as it can be. Then a smell of stale whiskey hits you and you suddenly wish you were dead, “No-no-no, God, please, no-”

“Don’t touch her!” a brief commotion follows, and someone else envelops you in their arms, clutching to you like their life depends on it, “Don’t touch her, don’t touch her, don’t touch her…”

The shaky voice right above your ear starts to pray and it all comes back to you. Another image flashes in your mind: a giant bright cross shining in the middle of a wooden wall. Such a nice visual wasted on such a dreadful place.

You sit up and blink as your vision comes back slowly. Someone – Eli – hugs you even tighter, crying tears of horror and relief in your shoulder. You just accept it, relishing in the warmth of his body. Just like you accept all the blood around you: gushing out of your nose, pooling on the floor, staining a wooden bowling pin that lies by your feet.

With an enormous effort, you look away from it and turn it to your father. He stares at you with the same deep, primal horror you’ve only seen in his eyes once – the day H.W. lost his hearing. You’re half-aware of the tears that are streaming down your face, but you aren’t sobbing. You touch your cheek to make sure it’s really happening; pain is your answer.

“Y/N?” he reaches out to you in a gesture full of terrified, pleading tenderness, but all you feel is disgust, “Honey? Are you-”

“Die”.

Carefully, you rise to your feet, brushing the dirt off of your skirt. As if it matters.

“Eli? Let’s go”.

He complies. Without a word, you grab him by the sleeve, marching towards the staircase. For a brief second, you’re afraid that your father will follow you, but he remains in the same place, motionless.

When you reach the hall, Eli finally gathers the courage to speak up.

“Where are we going?”

“Wherever you came from” you dry off your tears harshly, “The world can’t start and end at this fucking hou-”

“Miss Y/N?”

You stop as Eli shields you; it’s sweet, if unnecessary. Al Rose, one of your house servants, stands in front of you, barely holding back from gawking at your blood-soaked dress. For all his silent complacency, he seems properly horrified for the occasion.

“We’re finished” you push past him, determined, with Eli by your side. Somewhere behind you can hear desperate wailing, but you just keep going. It’s been too late for years.

***

The hotel room is cheap and dull, but it’s a step up. You sit next to Eli in quiet contemplation as he presses a rag filled with ice to your face, careful not to hurt you. You aren’t sure where he got the ice. You don’t care either.

“That was a lie”.

Eli looks at you, taken out of his thoughts all of a sudden.

“What exactly?”

“About Paul” you wipe some of the melted water off, “It wasn’t… Ten thousand. Wasn’t even a thousand, I think. And what, three wells? All made up. Don’t mind it. It’s – ah, enough, take this things off my face”.

He does as you say, discarding the rag; you wince at your own words. What part of “your brother sold your family off cheap” is supposed to be comforting? Still, he deserves the truth.

“How much” Eli swallows thickly, “How much did you hear?”

“Oh, forgive me, do you want to… Retain your dignity or something? None of us get that, if you didn’t notice”.

He looks away, shame heating up his face. For the first time since you saw him again, you feel bad. Dignity or not, both of you could use some kindness.

“I’m sorry” you brush his shoulders with yours, causing him to sit up straight, “You know how I am. This says nothing about you, I promise. And he- He’s just a bitter drunk. Nobody will know-”

“I will know” Eli replies, his voice hollow. You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. You spend a minute in silence; a silence more soothing, more comforting than anything you could’ve said. Perhaps the most sincere form of comfort you can offer.

Finally, Eli speaks up.

“You saved my life” he says quietly, looking you in the eyes with some newfound hope, “Why? You almost…”

He reaches out towards your cheek, but stops himself in the last moment. You take his hand gently; he gasps at the contact, but doesn’t pull away

“Eli, how hard is it to believe that I don’t want you dead? Murder does not... Run in the family. I hope”.

“But you didn’t have to-”

“And yet I did. Tell me this, why didn’t you run when you had a chance? I’ve distracted him. If he decided to take a second swing, none of that would matter. So?”

Eli falls silent. If he says something about divine intervention, you think, you’ll finish him off with your bare hands. What part of that is divine? Is it a bloody rag? The cracks in the ceiling above you?

Maybe it's the way you hold each other.

“I couldn't” his voice break, his face contorted in an emotion he can no longer suppress, “I saw you on the floor and…”

Before you can say anything, he gets on the knees in front of you. You watch him take your hands in his, eyes glazed over with tears.

“Y/N, I… I am a sinner. I’ve let the Devil get a hold of me. I’m a fool and a coward, and I’ve let my pride overtake me-”

“Jesus, Eli, get up-”

“-And I’ve put all of this-all of this filth that fills me onto you!” he takes a few quick, ragged breaths to stop himself from weeping, “I know I should be damned, I know I don’t deserve to even beg for your forgiveness, but if you could… Please, if only you could…”

Without a word, you lower yourself on the floor, taking him in your arms as the dam finally breaks. You hug him tight, playing with his hair, as he cries in your shoulder. You can’t absolve him of anything. Yet, who are you to deny what brief relief you can offer?

“Enough” without a second thought, you press a light kiss to his temple, “Nobody should be damned. Not one person”.

“If I’ve listened…”

“Sh-h-h”.

A minute passes, or maybe ten or twenty, you aren’t sure. You don’t want to pull away and he doesn’t seem to either. You wait, your hand travelling up and down his back, until his sobs turn to sniffles and then fade out completely.

“What will we do now?” Eli moves away, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He still can’t look at you, but the gratefulness in his eyes is enough.

“I’m sorry, we?”

“Oh” the color fills his face. You can’t help but think how sweet it is when he’s flustered like that, “I didn’t mean- Of course, you don’t have to-”

“No, you’re right” you cup his face gently, smiling, “We will be alright. We’ll figure something out. I’ve been sick of all the oil for a while anyway”.

He nods, pressing a kiss to your palm. If all the dirt, all the blood and all the tears has lead to this, you think, maybe it was worth it.

If all of that has lead to something holy at last.

[angelofthenight]

Dano!Riddler: Free my girl (y/n), she not in jail she just in the wrong relationship

[sweetums0kitty]

Good Things in Small Packages

Edward Nashton x Soft!Dom reader

Warnings: Bondage, edging, 18+, Minors DNI.

Summary: Eddie won't listen when you say he's beautiful, what better way to convince him than a game of cat and mouse

Commission for @lovesickrobotic

“Lovely, just lovely.” Placing a long revenant kiss onto the cherubic cheek of the man securely bound below you. His lengthy form contorted slightly pushing himself further into the mess of pillows you had set him against. Pouting you leaned over and gently grasped his flushed cheek tilting the rounded face of your beloved. Edward was caught instantly within the intensity of the gaze. From the way you held his face gently stroking the right side with your left hand while the other was tracing the tendons of his throat. His pulse was racing wildly causing a gentle giggle to bubble up and out of your chest. "Eddie!" cooing you lent forward and placed another kiss on his fervent skin eliciting a shrill whine that buzzed your lips pleasantly. Edward squirmed under your touch but it was no use the silken fabric contoured around his plush form binding him to your will. Which, presently was to absolutely drench his entire being with as much affection as you could. Usually, Eddie would shy away from your praise, ducking his head to avoid the intensive expressions of love you desperately longed to lavish him with. Well! No more could he dodge you, once and for all you were going to worship Eddie the way he deserved.

Moving your lips downward you began to pepper little pecks and licks into the lower portion of Edward's face. Making doubly sure to reserve your slowest kisses for those points on his neck that pulled the sweetest sounds from within. "Y-Y/N I-!" nipping lightly at his Adam's apple Edward was bucking below you wildly. The contact with your soft lips and curved form was entirely too much and nothing at all. Internally a war was brewing in your beloved. The softer part of Edward was clawing fiercely to accept your affections, sink himself back into the pillows, and stuffed toys you had placed around his bound form in devoted adoration. But no matter how he tried the nagging voice in his brain slithered in whispering that he wasn't worth your love, and didn't deserve to be cared for in this way. There wasn't a time before meeting and falling in love with you that Eddie was shown this level of care, why should he get used to it now? Why should he grow fond of the feeling of your lips on his feverish skin… When… when… Before the negative spiral could truly take root you had crashed your lips to his in a fervent kiss chasing away the storm clouds and refocusing Edward's attention on you.

"You're thinking too much!" cooing in a sing-song tone. Your nails gently scratched his scalp stroking Edward's soft brown hair. Leaning into your touch your boyfriend mewled forlornly. "Sorry… I guess I'm not good at this whole… being loved thing." shrugging to the best of his ability despite the bindings. Frowning slightly as you thought of how best to get Edward's mind focused where it really belonged. Slowly a wicked grin formed on your lips. "Eddie~!" purring seductively as you sensually stroked his protruding stomach. You adored every inch of his lengthy body but his tenderly soft tummy was your favorite. He was staring at you with a slightly concerned expression saying nothing. Kissing his cheek you leaned into his ear whispering lowly "You wanna play a game?" Words dripping with seduction watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed shallowly. "What kind of game?" came his nervous reply. Giggling you wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you tugged him flush to your body. The sides of your breasts were pressing into his pallid chest. With every breath you took, they pushed tantalizingly close to his. "One we can both win.. one that lets me open you up. You are my special gift aren't you?" With the way, the bright green pupils behind his lenses were dilated you knew you were on the right track. "I- uh.. yeah." the reply was lame but blood was quickly rushing out of Edward's brain as you began to kiss your way down his body.

"Wha-ahh-t's the game?" voice cracking as your warm, wet tongue swirled around his quickly hardening nipples. Causing a hissing sigh from his plush lips when you began to suck gently. Kissing and licking the buds. Your other hand rolled the pert nipple under your thumb. Eddie's chest heaved as he moaned from your worship. Popping off his chest you kissed between his collarbones and laid them into his sternum. "Mm, since you can't seem to find it in you to accept my praise.. even though it's the absolute truth! I thought we'd try a little "positive reinforcement" using your fingers to continue to massage his chest. "How are you going to that?" his voice melted into a high-pitched whine of disappointment as you moved downwards licking lazily around the ribbons that crissed and crossed over his stomach. Bits of him sagged over the bows. He was your beautiful gift. Time to start unraveling the wrappings that held Eddie to earth. Nibbling gently at the pudge that resided there. It always struck you dumb over how beautiful he was in all his soft curves and long features. There was a grace in how his brow furrowed while working out a puzzle, how fast his brilliant mind would work out a problem and find the answer. However, you found him most beautiful at the precipice between brilliance and pure animal lust. Emerald eyes locked onto your hand as it slowly drifted down between his soft thighs. Gently running your nails between the binds around his flesh, twirling around his already leaking cock. You giggled softly as his hips bucked into your phantom touches. "God Eddie…" breathing heavily as you pressed warm, worshipful kisses around the skin of his inner thighs, before drifting your mouth over and hotly kissing his weeping cockhead. Listening to the sweet sobs that fell from his throat all while you worshipped him. Suddenly you bent up from between his legs using the binds at his chest as leverage to bring him in for a kiss that was all passion, yet still gentle. Softly exploring the cavern of his mouth with your tongue. His danced along yours in a fluttering mating ritual that pulled a guttural groan from deep within your throat.

Pulling way to cradle his flushed cheeks you gazed down at his little love-drunk smile. Gently you moved back down his body sitting between his thighs. "You ready to play the game sweetie?" Looking up at him through your lashes catching sight of his quickly bobbing mess of tawny brown hair "M'ready….." hips squirming together to the best of his abilities, you sighed quickly pinning him down. "Easy Eddie!" Cooing you gently stoked his thigh letting your hand fall to the taught base of his cock, where your silky soft hand ghosted up the shaft gripping it firmly in the middle. Letting it rest as you looked directly into his blown-out eyes, nearly black with lust. "The game is simple, I'm going to play with your cock and every time I compliment you, you're going to repeat what I say back or I'll stop stroking. Gluping down the lump in his throat your sweet little gift nodded shallowly to show he understood. Smiling at his acceptance you placed your other hand on his lower stomach, petting the flushed skin that resided there. "Good boy."

It was then time for the game to begin. All at once you had spit into your hand and then began to slowly pump his cock. Up, down, up, down, it was methodical the way you were massaging his skin. Thumb traveling up to circle his red tip. Your hands were heaven on earth for Edward as low sobbing moans flowed out of him. Enjoying the way his chest heaved as all the mussels in his body strained against the ribbons. In a moment your hand stopped pulling his attention to your face. "Eddie… You're so beautiful, the most beautiful person in Gotham." Starting with a hard one probably wasn't fair, but it was for the best. Almost gagging on his words Eddie's broken little voice choked out "I-I'm beau-fuck!" Your pointer finger and thumb had formed a ring and that was what currently was rubbing against his throbbing shaft going from feather soft to tight against him in an instant. "I-I- I'm beautiful! T-the most beautiful person- in Gah-Gotham!" squealing at the end as your nails brushed his leaky slit. "Good job Eddie!" cooing his flushed, sweat-covered skin, the silly round smile painted onto his cheeks Time for a harder one." You matter so so much, I don't know what I would do without you." He squeaked as you kept rubbing his cock milking the compliments from his lips. The same way you were milking the pre-cum from his tip.

Edward squeezed his eyes shut, in an almost pained expression, Your words, he heard them, they slammed into his heart like a fright train but he just couldn't get them to repeat, "Y-Y/N I can't- I'm not!" babbling as his body kept pulling at the ribbons, thrashing back into the large squishmallow he was snuggled into. Tears had begun to form on long bottom lashes, and the pink rose petals of his bottom lip wobbled tragically. Still, your hand deftly continued to rub at him. "Yes you can baby, I know you can." crooning softly. Your warm lips kissed his stomach lazily as you rested your head on his lower abdomen. "You don't want me to stop do you?" before you could finish asking Eddie shrieked no. Laughing slightly at the response you smiled while using your other hand to wipe his tears. "Recite." firmly holding his cock in place.

"I… matter so, so much" Choking down a sob as you kept massaging his dick Eddie managed to continue his recitation. Over and over your words were pounded into his skull as you expertly kept him on the edge of his orgasm. Finally coming to the very last set of words for him to repeat. Smoothly you had settled into Eddie's side a fitting place to be when he reached his end. "I'm a very good boy, who is going to cum all over my hand." In his state of delirium, Eddie didn't notice your command. Too busy being a blushing fucked out mess he mumbled the words back. "M'a very good boy… Gunna cum all o'ver your hand." It wasn't until you were letting go of his cock and he felt the thick ropes of cum hitting his stomach that he realized the whining moans were his own. You soothed Eddie through his orgasm gently cradling him in your arms as you stroked his hair. "Thank you, baby, you did so good for me." Peppering kisses into his cheeks. Coming down for his high Edward snuggled into your arms. He was stripped bare and laid out before you. But instead of mocking him or ripping his heart out you took the parts of him that sagged with lack of love and filled it with your adoration for him. "I- love you Y/N.." gasping between heaving breaths. You simply returned your lips to his kissing Edward as if your lives depended on it.

[jjsfavgirl]

Helloo!!! Just wanted to say that I already love your account<33 I also take this opportunity to ask you if you could write ennemi!jj having to share a bed with reader💕 thanks you sweetie!

You are literally the sweetest!! This is my first suggestion so I’m sorry if this is bad :)

One bed

Enemy!JJ maybank x reader

Summary: while staying at John B’s house one night, JJ and y/n both come to realise that there’s only one bed in the spare bedroom, both too stubborn to sleep on the couch.

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“You’re in my bed princess.” I heard a oh so familiar voice chant from the door frame, I immediately glanced up from my phone and lifted my head up of the now dented pillow.

“Didn’t see your name on it.” I shrugged, smiling at him menacingly as my head returned back to the pillow.

“Well technically I’ve known John B longer and technically this is my room.” He stated, tossing a discarded shirt over his blonde locks.

“Well technically you should be more of a gentleman.”I smirked, tossing my phone to the side and sitting up to face the tan boy.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” He questioned, crossing his burly arms across his chests, biceps flexing against the grey fabric of his shirt.

“The couch?” I shrugged, raising my brows at the boy.

“Nah.” He bluntly spoke, pulling up the covers and setting himself beside me.

“Fuck you mean nah?” I scoffed, scooting away from the boy like he had the black plague.

“I mean that you can either share the bed, or go sleep on the couch.” He smirked.

“I-“ I stuttered, unable to find the words.

Me and JJ always had this hatred for each other for no reason. Maybe it was in his blood to hate kooks, no matter who it was. But no matter how many remarks we made towards each other, I still begged that one day it would change. Maybe today is that day.

“I’ll go to the couch.” I sighed, picking up my phone and charger and carefully climbing out of the bed.

Before I could even reach the door, I heard JJ speak.

“Stop.”

“Stop what? You wanted me to leave so I’m leaving.” I smiled, trying to get out of this situation as quick as possible.

“Ya making me feel bad, princess.” He muttered, sitting up in the bed and switching on the small lamp beside him.

I stayed silent, clutching my phone and my charger to my chest. God. No matter how much I hated this man I could barely even form a conversation with him that didn’t include a million snarky insults.

“Get in the bed.” He ordered, making room for me beside me as he patted the space, inviting me in.

Not wanting to argue with him, I shuffled silently and took my rightful place beside the beach blonde.I let a small smile settle on my face as I tucked myself in next to him.

“J.” I murmured, laying on my side to face the blue eyed man.

“Yea?” He quizzed back, copying my actions.

“You’ve gone soft for a kook” I laughed, booping his nose while I giggled, my laughter shaking the bed slightly.

“Don’t get used to it, princess.” He smirked back.

The two of us lay in silence, savouring the moment and enjoying the calm eye contact. Until I began to speak again, breaking the air tension between us.

“Why do you hate me so much.”

“Well why do you hate me so much.” He repeated, poking my chest with his index finger.

“I don’t, was just scared of getting close.” I muttered, still keeping the same calm eye contact with the blonde.

“Getting close?” He questioned back, his brows furrowing immediately at my statement, attempting to decipher my words.

“Getting too close to you.” I muttered, finally breaking the prolonged eye contact and glancing at my hands which were situated in my lap.

“Does it scare you?” He asked another question, causing me to rekindle the eye contact again, enjoying getting lost in his ocean blue orbs.

“A little.” I began, sucking in a deep breath, “but, I wouldn’t mind being close with you.” I smiled.

He smiled at my words, he smiled like he had been waiting to hear them his whole life, he smiled like he was under a curse and my words just broke him free.

“I need to be close with you” he muttered, a part of him wishing a didn’t hear him.

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I hope you enjoyed this!! And I literally smiled so freaking brightly when I got my first suggestion (this) I immediately told my bf 🫶🏻

[420korn]

BY THE SEA

⛧ when you and dwayne leave the dreadful beauty pageant to get some fresh air some things spill out, more than intended for the day.

- no warnings!! maybe mild cursing

(dwayne x fem! reader)

as you and dwayne flop on the worn-out chairs in the random room you two stumbled in you sighed.

this whole roadtrip that dwayne basically begged you to go on was chaotic to say the least. his grandpa passed away, he found out he couldn’t fly jets, that damn horn on the car wouldn’t shut up, but you still were there for dwayne.

you really liked dwayne. it was a miracle that he actually allowed you to talk to him and become somewhat apart of his life. he didn’t let anyone do that. you had to admit you have a crush on him. but you knew he didn’t like you, most definitely not.

you snapped out of your hazy thoughts as two little girls ran across the hall. giggling in puffy skirts, tons of makeup they didn’t need, and reeking of fake spray tan mixed with strong fruity perfume.

you had already had enough of that shit after seeing a room full of girls who looked like that. as you were about to sit up and ask dwayne to leave he spoke for you

“let’s get out of here.”

“yes please. my head hurts from all the colors.”

-🦇

you two ended up on the pier, watching as the waves clashed with each other and people screaming with joy. you smiled to yourself.

you took a glance at dwayne, knowing that it was stupid because if you looked you wouldn’t be able to pry your eyes away.

you looked at his dyed jet black hair flowing in the wind, his shirt going in all different directions as he leaned up against the wood.

he finally looked up at you, feeling the pair of admiring eyes on him.

“what?” he said with a grin

“nothing.. im sorry for everything that happened today. it’s been fucking crazy.”

“it’s okay really. im sorry for making you come with me. if i knew it was gonna be this bad i wouldn’t have even thought you should’ve came.”

“no it’s okay! im happy i came. im happy i was able to comfort you..” you said taking a risk with this response.

dwayne’s face slightly heated up at this comment, even if the winds made it as cold as ever.

“i have a question though..why did you ask for me to come?”

dwayne’s face heated up even more. he thought it was obvious why he asked for you to come, why he said if you came he would go. dwayne was head over heels for you. you both had the same music taste, sense of humor, style, and he thought you were stunning. the way you tried so hard to adjust to him and his calmer life style made him even more in love.

he honestly didn’t know whether to hide his admiration by making a quick white lie..or to truly show his feelings.

dwayne stared down at the ocean with one thing on his mind ‘fuck it’.

now dwayne would never have this type of confidence, but some random talk with his uncle frank about how you only live once, and to do whatever you want and fuck the rest, got him to change his thinking

“i thought it would be obvious.” he said trying to make it subtle.

“what do you mean?” you said confused.

“i like you.”

it was silent..the wind blowing across the sea becoming louder and louder as dwayne looked and read your face.

nothing…

but then..a shy smile. he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he let out a deep sigh.

“really?”

“yeah..i’ve liked you for a while ya know..”

you smiled even harder at him, more red and pink tints filling your cheeks. he was trying hard to not smile but couldn’t help it.

“youre so cute” you said focusing on his eyes.

he looked down, embarrassed by how hot his face was.

you slowly crept over to him, closing the distance between you two. you reached for his hand on the railing and held his pinky with your own, not wanting to move too quickly.

he picked himself up off the railing looking at you for a moment and back to the ocean

that’s when he felt a pair of lips softly kiss his cheeks, the gloss in which covered your lips definitely staining it. he looked down at you, a grin on your face.

“you ready to go inside?” you said now taking his hand in yours.

>🎱🐼📖

THATS IT!!! bro i know months ago i said i would post more, BUT I HAD NO IDEAS. this just came to mind when i was randomly watching little miss sunshine for the 20th time. plzplzplz request some stuff so i can have motivation to post and have good ideas PLEASE!!!!

thank you for reading !! 🦈💤🤍

[lovely--lover]

Edward Nashton with a Seamstress

Request: Edward Nashton with a seamstress s/o who likes to help make some of his gear and repair his clothes. Thank you @callsigncrash 

❔Eddie is a little chunky and gets almost all his clothes secondhand so he is prone to holes and tears in his clothing. So he would adore it if his partner could mend his clothing

❔He will approach you with red cheeks the clothing item folded in his hands. “My shirt ripped again....”

❔Every time he looks at a mended seam or added patch he thinks of you and the love you sewed into it. 

❔It can get quite cold in Gotham so you make Eddie a new set of gloves and a scarf (green of course💚 )

❔Eddie ask you to teach him how to sew so that he can fix his own clothes when you are busy. 

❔One day you meet him at the dinner and he has bandages all over his fingers. When you ask what happened Eddie tells you how he tried to fix the ripped seam in his slacks but he kept stabbing his fingers 🥺

❔You upcycle thrifted clothes into matching outfits for you and Eddie!! Eddie loves wearing them in public with you because it is a silent way of showing everyone who sees that you are his.

❔Eddies blankets definitely have holes them so you add colorful patches, cut into hearts, to mend them. His blanket is now covered in a rainbow of hearts 

The Riddler

❔”Can you sew leather?” 

❔Eddie comes to you with his mask design that is scribbled on a crumpled up piece of paper. The design was difficult to understand so you add your own changes to the mask.

❔When you show Eddie the mask he squeals “It is so much better than I could have ever imagined!” He tries it on immediately (makes you take the iconic polaroid photo 🤭)

❔You make mini shirts for his rats and he gets mad 🙄 “Why did you sew names on them?” “Because those are their names...” (your rat privileges are revoked😔 ) 

❔Ask you to add the question mark design onto his his jacket. He shows you the different question marks he made. “Which one looks the coolest.....it needs to be simple but also me?”

❔You gift his a teddy bear with a mini Riddler outfit that you handmade (you’ve got build a bear at home😊 )

Masterlist

I hope it’s not too short and you enjoy!!

@sapphicandserendipityy @mufnasa

[imagine--if]

I can imagine Eddie literally ONLY being nice to the reader. Him and the reader are at a restaurant and God forbid they mess up her order? Dude goes into Karen mode. He gets very salty with anyone who slightly inconveniences her. Thankfully he calms down when the reader squeezes his hand. He's stubborn tho he won't accept "it's really fine-" for an answer he WILL make sure her food is custom made exactly how she likes it.

"This is exactly why this city needs cleansing. Who accidentally puts olives on pizza? Useless scum-"

"Eddie I promise it's fine I can just pick them off-"

"Absolutely not! My angel deserves the best!"

A/N: Had to answer this request as soon as I got it 😂 love it, did a hc for you 💚 I’ll do more matchups tomorrow!!

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Protective Eddie, mentions of violence

• To Edward Nashton, everyone in Gotham City are scum who are undeserving to even breathe in your presence, no joke 😅

• There are corrupt horrors that fill the cesspool of a city, and you’re the only pure, angelic being that’s among them, so Ed just has to make sure you’re looked after and treated like royalty whenever and wherever

• I mean, he’s not really friendly to anyone and doesn’t bother with them, but for you!? Man’s at peak attention as soon as you look at him; how could he dream of ignoring you when you look up at him with those eyes??

• You’re spoilt rotten and loved to death by an obsessive, hot riddling madman and anyone can see it, though that doesn’t always go great for them lol

• Like, if even the slightest thing goes wrong or annoys you that’s done by another person, they’re gonna get it

• Eddie will kill for you if you don’t object, and the only thing that’ll stop him is if you grab his hands and tell him that it’s genuinely fine- even then he’ll make sure whatever’s wrong gets fixed asap

• Once he’s had his day and fixed things, he’ll comment something exactly like what the request says, “This is exactly why this place needs cleansing. Who doesn’t treat an angel like one when they see one?”

• There are no excuses, you need to be treated properly by absolutely everyone or else there’ll be another trial on The Riddler’s stream with a familiar looking person as the victim 😵‍💫

• Edward makes a habit of purposely being over the top by treating you like a princess at home and compares it with the rest of the scum of the city; give him a hug and a kiss to get this guy to chill the hell out pleaseee 😁

.・ Taglist: ・.

@bimboanime @phoenixgurl030 @vaylordd @dangerouslittlefairy @katjourno @yoyoanaria @yaeyuuki @vinxlsketches @beenz-beenz @ghoulsgraveyard @birds-have-teeth @repostingmyfavs @r3ptiliaa @for3v3rda1sy @glitterycheesecakegladiator @moonwritesblog @lilyevans1 @httpsunflowers @hxney-lemcn @confusedchildsstuff @callsigncrash @sugahbabieexo @bokksieu @skateb0red @wilburrrsworld @philiasoul @darthcringe @felicityofbakerstreet @bloodypantomime @deadlights-darling @tianotfound @mortem-muse @ireadandream @tinyryder @kpopgirlbtssvt @truecobblepot @jessicainhell

[thedanoriddler]

I want to put my head on his bewbs

[trashmouthjr]

youre gonna tell me this isnt how it was? well.. you cant, bc this is how it was.

[shuichisweave]

Bimbo Reader and The Riddler