#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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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. 

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Update: Do Not Interact! See Pinned Post On My Page!!!!

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Comment, please!!

It’s one of my favorite movies and I’ve been thinking of a story for years but didn’t know it was that liked!!!

[seal-writes-stuff]

Damnation

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: F!Reader, angst, mentions of period-accurate misogyny, religious imagery, allusions to alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers but the “lovers” is silent basically

Summary: “Honour thy father and thy mother”.

A/N: I honestly don’t know how it happened since Eli wasn’t even on my list up until now, but here we are. Paul Dano is just that powerful I guess. Also just wanted to mention, I absolutely intend on writing a part 2 to this, but since things are peak chaotic right now I’m hitting you with I’ll Try My Best for now. (UPD: I did it! Part 2 is here). Anyway, enough talking, hope you enjoy!

“Brother Daniel” the voice that immediately makes your blood run cold rings out before the door opens, “I-”

Seeing you he immediately stumbles, speechless. For a brief moment, neither of you say a word. Despite the slickness of his appearance, it’s still Eli – the same Eli Sunday you’ve known all these years ago. If you were old friends, that notion would bring you comfort. However, with the way things were left off, it’s a bad omen.

Something is wrong. For now, you don’t know what it is.

“Y/N” a bashful smile graces Eli’s face, the smile you’d believe from anyone else, “You look so…”

“You look the same” this pretense of a good-natured chat made you tired before it even started, so you decide to nip it in the bud, “He’s busy. You can sit here if you want to”.

“Right” Eli nods, lowering himself in a chair right in front of you. He looks around, trying to pull some topic of conversation out of the stuffy air in your father’s office, but this proves to be a fruitless affair. The room is dimly-lit, filled with past sorrows and whiskey fumes, so even you don’t have a lot of nice things to say about it. You don’t want to talk, but Eli seems to have other ideas.

“I've spread His word far and wide” he starts in a melodious tone, both boastful and humble somehow, “Far and wide. So much travel for-”

“That's wonderful, Brother Eli” you reply in the flattest tone you can master, your eyes firm on your papers, "I've never doubted you'd... Go places”.

Silence hangs in the air; one that Eli, for some inconceivable reason, feels desperate to fill. So he does just that.

“You’ve stayed with your father, I see”.

It’s a redundant statement; after all, you’re here, aren’t you? Still, you decide to indulge him.

“Naturally. H.W. is married and away, bless his soul. Everyone has their place. But you know that already, don’t you?”

“That’s nice to hear” he ignores your question in favor of studying his shoes like they hold some kind of answer, “And what have you been doing there?”

“Papers, looking after the house. The usual, you know” you glance at him, gauging his reaction, “Between being a dirty whore and the offspring of evil, that is. Can’t forget what I am at my core. Isn’t that right, Brother Eli?”

This catches him off-guard. Elis breath hitches and you swear you can see a sheen of sweat forming of his forehead. You’ve been dreaming about this for years, imagining how that exact expression would overtake his face over and over, enough to drown out your pain. Now this barely brings you a shadow of light amusement. You almost pity him – after all, you’ve freed yourself from these words years ago, yet he seems to be held down by them firm and tight.

Still, you have no intention of playing nice. He came here, he must pay the price

“Fifteen years…” he manages to croak out, gripping the chair so hard his knuckles turn white.

“Stings all the same, I see” you shake your head, throwing the thought away, “Enough banter. Why are you here? Surely not for my pleasant company”.

“I was hoping to discuss it with Daniel, actually” there’s a shade of resentment in his tone, one that has a clear translation: ‘none of your goddamn business’. You ignore it completely.

“Well, I’m the closest thing you have to Daniel at your disposal.  Might as well start now”.

There’s a moment of contemplation on his end – you can almost see him weighting the options. It would be funny if it wasn’t so soul-crushingly tragic. Your father acquired anything he could’ve ever wanted, everything that now supported an illusion of life in his broken, hollow existence. If his own son – your brother – is now a bastard from a basket, Eli doesn’t stand the chance. Whatever he wants, he isn’t getting it.

“If you must know, I want to offer Daniel a business proposition” Eli removes a piece of non-existent lint from the shoulder, “With a Church of Third Revelation. So I came-”

“To beg for money” you cut him off, not a drop of amusement in your voice this time, “Let’s not mince words here. You’re desperate, so you came to beg for money. Is that so?”

“I don’t know what part of it is begging to you, Y/N. This is an honest deal. Daniel-”

“So you’ll be begging by the end of your talk and you don’t even know it. How tragic” you pinch your lips, taking a pause, “I’m sorry to rub salt in the wound, but the last time you offered Mr. Plainview, how’d you say it, ‘an honest deal’ you lost on five thousand dollars and got beaten in the mud. In that order, if I’m not mistaken. By the way, which one was worse, I’ve always been wondering?”

Eli’s chest heaves with the heavy breathing he’s trying to control, but you’re not letting up.

“Speaking of money” you nod towards his chest, “A neat cross you’ve got there, Brother Eli. Must cost a lot, hm?”

His face flushes at the accusation, but nothing in his voice betrays his feelings this time.

“The love for our Lord can’t be measured in-”

“Sure it can’t be” you throw back at him, your voice almost playful, “Oh well. Not that it concerns me anyway”.

Eli nods, looking at the ground. It must take all of his strength to revert your conversation back where he wants it to be, you think. In a way, that’s admirable. You wish you had his patience.

“Remember, wrath is a-”

“I’m sorry I didn’t return your affections back then” he spit out through his teeth, taking his time with every word, “That causes you great pain to this day, I see”.

“Affections are nothing, Brother Eli, returned or not. Humiliation on the other hand… A great pain, that would be right. You’re quite observant”.

He doesn’t reply, looking anywhere but at you. There’s some deep regret in his eyes, but you refuse to forgive him based on that. If he could say all these vile, vicious things in front of his whole congregation, in front of his God, he shouldn’t have any problems saying ‘sorry’ out loud when it’s just the two of you.

And yet he doesn’t

“You know pride is a sin too, don’t you, Sister Y/N?” Eli says quietly, almost unintelligible. Still, you pick up on it.

“Sure it is” you lean back in your chair, “And yours will get you killed”.

As soon as the last words leave your mouth, you stumble, surprising even yourself. All of a sudden, they seem to have some strange weight to them; venom leaves you for a brief moment. He might be just a man – a pathetic, self-righteous man – but he’s still a person. God or not, shouldn’t you strive to alleviate the others’ pain? In a brief flash, an image of your father, a shell of what once was, staggering through the halls overcomes you. You shudder. Someone must put an end to this.

“Eli, look at me” he complies, with some unreadable expression you don’t wish to untangle, “I mean it. I know our relationship has been strained at best, but I truly want you to leave this house alive”.

He tries to say something, but you cut him off with a harsh gesture:

“I can’t convince you that my father is a good man, not sure if I want to. But he was many things when we came to Little Boston. Ambitious, harsh… Loving. Now it’s all boredom and rage. My mother’s gone, but at least I can mourn her. And…” you fall silent to stop the tears threatening to come out. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Eli’s sympathetic frown, but refuse to give in, “Point is, he spares me for the old times’ sake, but he won’t spare you. You have no idea how much anger he holds for you, can’t even imagine. No deal is worth this, trust me”.

There’s a pause. Eli opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to find the right words. For the first time since you met, he doesn’t seem to have an immediate answer on his mind. A brief flicker of hope sparks inside you, a promise of salvation. Maybe…

“I’m sorry to hear that” Eli says, with such conviction that you almost believe him, “I am. A-and God will always welcome you in His arms. If you’re willing to”.

You nod, thoughtful. A statement which is dubious at best; comforting nevertheless. Just not for the reasons Eli probably thinks it is.

“But business is a separate matter, and I’m sure-”

“Oh my God” you bury your head in your hands. The baring of your soul, that moment of vulnerability proved to be something worse than painful – it was unnecessary. Like it usually is in any tragedy worth its salt, you’re powerless to change anything. You can just watch.

“Y/N-”

“Of course, don’t mind me” you raise your head high, holding it up by the hands joined under your chin, “It’s all just talk. Worth nothing, I should know. He’s in the bowling alley downstairs, best of luck. I just hope you know what you’re signing up for”.

With a curt nod Eli stands up. There’s nothing left to say, so you return to your work. Just as he’s about to exit, he pauses for a second.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” you look at him, still hoping for something. What do you want to hear from him, you think, an apology? A confession? A promise to run and never return? Like it would happen. Like it would matter.

“…I’ll pray for you”.

You sigh. This is all the consolation he can offer you, maybe the most sincere he’s capable of. Is it everything? Is it not enough?

“Pray for those who need it, Brother Eli. Personally, I’d start with you”.

You lower your head, but all the letters are blurred. You don’t see Eli exiting the room, and you don’t want to. The door locks with a soft click and you finally let yourself cry.

[unpunishablelamb]

do y‘all think Eli Brooks is a boob, ass or thigh man?

[angelofthenight]

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

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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.

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They are so pretty NSFW Louis Ives

Summary: Louis is interested in your panties. So you let him wear yours and some things happen...

Contains: blowjob, crossdressing(?), crying during sex a little, slight dom reader(?), slight dirty talk, teasing, and sex (F reader)

Word count: 2k

I’ve never written NSFW content before so I’m not sure how to do the warnings let me know if I missed anything! And let me know what you think. I would definitely love feedback on your thoughts and how to improve my spicy skills 😏

Louis was a man you met in the city, his quiet charm capturing you, always a perfect gentleman. Opening doors, asking about your day, holding his arm out as you crossed the street, and showering you in compliments. Louis had a talent for noticing small details, when you wore a new shade of lipstick or painted your nails a new color, he always noticed. Always making you feel special and all you wanted was to make Louis feel special too. So…

After a few dates, you invited Louis to your home, intending to impress him with a homecooked meal. Although it wasn't quite going to plan as the water boiled over and you were dropping stuff on the ground all while Louis watched with a small smile. His gaze made you nervous, there is no way he would be impressed watching, an idea popped into your head. “Hey, Louis! why don’t you look around while I cook!” He was surprised by the offer and lingered around the kitchen a few moments before accepting.

Louis wondered about your small apartment, it smelt nice, and he appreciated the feminine touch of your home. It was much different from his own cluttered and messy apartment. Admiring the few plants spread around the living room allowing his hand to enjoy the soft blanket draped over the couch. Wandering further, smiling as he entered your room. Looking around, wanting to learn more about you; floral bedsheets, band posters, plushies, and….underwear. A pair of white lacy panties laying in the middle of the floor.

Louis knew he shouldn't, he really shouldn't, it had gotten him in trouble before. But his body was doing the opposite of his thoughts. The garment already in his hand the silky material soft material under his fingertips. Louis held them against his body admiring himself in the full-length mirror, heart racing at the thought of wearing them. How would they feel? How would they look? They were pretty and he wanted to be pretty like the panties…..like you.

Dinner was complete! You set the table making sure everything was perfect; fancy plates, glasses already filled with wine, and a fresh bundle of flowers as the centerpiece. With a final glance, you smiled at how perfect it was, and went to find Louis. Walking through the home you peered around corners until you saw Louis in your room. Before you could fully enter your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror. Your underwear was pressed against his crotch until he dropped them before turning to face you “Y/N I-” his face was red and the front of his pants were bulging. “Louis…what are you doing?”

It was quiet as you and Louis sat across from each other attempting to enjoy dinner. The air was thick and heavy as tension-filled every inch of the room before Louis broke it. “Thank you Y/N it's quite delicious” his voice was shaky as he glanced up at you for a moment. Gauging your reaction. “Thank you, Louis…..you look delicious.” The sound of his fork dropping to the table caught your attention. You used it as an excuse to stare at him, allowing your eyes to look him over, shamelessly. 

Louis sat across from you in nothing but a lacy red set of panties and bralette that you hand-selected from your personal collection. The red contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. The lace allowing his nipples to be exposed to your gaze, they were hard, pushing against the fabric. Your eyes trailed lower and your mouth began to water at the sight. The tip of his cock was peeking out the top of the lacy garment, leaking onto the exposed flesh of his lower stomach. You took it all in again as you looked him back up and into his eyes

Louis felt hot and exposed to your intense gaze as you stared at him hungrily. The lace of the panties was soft and smooth, it felt nice against his hard cock, making him harder. Becoming overcome with desire by the second. He was already overwhelmed. He expected you to scream and force him out of your home. But you let him stay and even after admitting his desires, you wanted him, you accepted him. Your words went straight to his heart causing it to beat faster, “You look delicious” it made his cock throb. The words left his lips before he could think “Then taste me”

You were out of your seat in an instant before settling in Louis's lap. Your lips capturing his, they were soft, despite the force and desperation. Savoring the taste of cheap wine on Louis's tongue as yours entered his mouth exploring every inch. Louis’s met yours. Tongues melding together wanting to taste as much of each other as possible, it was more important than breathing. When you finally pulled away a string of saliva glistened one last connection between your lips and Louis’s. 

Louis marveled at you. The way your hair messed up, the sudden plumpness of your lips, and the way your chest moved while gasping in air. You were truly beautiful, he could never compare, but you were his and that was enough. Louis wondered if you could understand his thoughts when you spoke next.

“Wow, this is without makeup or hair” you caressed his face admiring the soft features  “If you had it you'd be stunning… prettier than me “ a small laugh escaped your lips. Louis's cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as he dropped his head to avoid your gaze “No, I could never be as pretty as you”

You placed a finger under his chin gently lifting his head making his eyes meet yours. “You're beautiful Louis” eyes scanning over his body as your hands followed. His flesh was soft, warm, and damp with sweat.  “So beautiful…..I want you”

A whimper left his lips as you captured them in yours, once again. Slipping your fingers through the softness of his hair. Tightening the hold as you reached the nape of his neck, tugging back to expose the flesh of his throat. Kissing over his pulse, before sucking the flesh into your mouth, intending to leave marks that would live on for days. Pulling back you admired the reddened skin.

The taste of Louis's lips was sweet but you wanted more and you could no longer ignore the lace-clad bulge pressing against your own lace panties. Thankful for the dress you threw on last minute. “I’m gonna taste you now okay, Louis” as you began kissing and licking your way down his body until your knees met the floor in front of him. 

His cock looked so pretty outlined in red. The lace providing a glimpse of his flesh. Your lips parted almost involuntarily desperate to taste him. Leaning forwards you pressed your tongue over his lace-covered dick as you licked him over through the fabric. It was rough against your tongue but tasted like him, you wanted more.

Pulling back you took the band of the underwear in your hands, tugging on it experimentally, before releasing it. Causing it to snap back against his flesh. The action made his thighs shake and a gasp leave his lips. You began to pull down the fabric, Louis lifting his hips so you could remove them. “No, I want you to keep them on they're so pretty….just like you” his face flushed red hands coming up and covering it out of embarrassment. “Louis…look at me” He spread his fingers peeking out from his hand's eyes never leaving you. 

You continued lowering the fabric just enough to release his cock. Starting at the base you licked to the tip. Swirling your tongue, wanting to gather every drop of arousal leaking out, salty and warm on your tongue. Placing a gentle kiss against his tip after tasting every drop. Allowing your lips to move down leaving a trail of kisses. You pulled the lace panties down slightly more so his balls could hang free, exposing them, gently sucking them into your mouth. 

A drawn-out cry caught your attention Louis was staring down at you with glossy eyes. His mouth open and lips quivering. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't speak. You released his balls with a pop, resting your head on his thigh. Stroking him, as you gazed up, “Louis sweetie what is it? What's wrong?”

Louis's voice was breathless and desperate “Please stop teasing me Y/N” A pout adorned his lips as he silently begged you with pleading eyes. He whimpered once more as you released him from your grasp and stood, now towering over him. 

You reached out both hands using them to caress Louis's face using your thumbs to rub the softness of his cheeks. His eyes closing as he leaned into the touch savoring the gentle affection “What would my pretty girl like me to do instead?” A moan immediately fell from his lips and Louis realized there was no going back, there was no shame.

 “Please fuck me” It came out as a cry and Louis might have been crying, but he wasn't sure. But tears definitely fell as you sat down slowly encompassing his cock in your warmth. Starting off slow as you gently rocked against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Louis couldn't help but turn his head to place a kiss on your cheek.

You dropped all the way down, his length filling you, pressing against places that had never been reached before. Every time you rocked your hips he pressed a spongy spot inside that made you shiver. You needed more. Slowly you began bouncing on his cock finding the perfect pace. Speeding up until Louis was a moaning mess beneath you tears streaming from his eyes igniting your insides even more. “Aww your crying sweetie, does my pretty girl love being fucked that much?” Louis only whimpered in response.

Leaning forwards you stuck your tongue out running across Louis's cheeks capturing his tears, they were salty and pushed you closer to the edge. Louis was pushing you closer to the edge his smell, his taste, his feel. It was Louis, everywhere. 

“Does my pretty girl like to be fucked?” Louis was a moaning crying mess but he was still able to form words crying out. “Yes yes yes I do. Fuck me harder…please” He asked so sweetly, how could you deny him? 

You wrapped your arms around his neck holding him close as you began bouncing harder. The gasp of air wasn't enough you were light heated, hot, tingly all over but you couldn't stop. You were so close and so was Louis.  “I’m so close Y/N so close…. it's so good”

“Cum for me Louis please I wanna so how pretty you are when you come” your words were just what Louis needed to fall off the edge. White clouded his vision as he came a stream of moans leaving his lips “Thank you, thank you, thank you”

Louis's face scrunching up and mouth falling open filling your ears with moans was the last push you needed. Back arching as you scratched at whatever flesh was under your hands. After you came your body dropped down resting against Louis.

Louis was impressed with you further he never thought he would find someone who would accept him but you did without a second thought. He pulled the blanket tighter around your bodies “I like this blanket, it’s soft” a giggle left your lips.

“Yeah, I got it from the department store on East St……that's also where I got the panties.” Louis made a mental note to visit the store sometime but you had other plans. “Maybe we can go together sometime so you can pick out what you want, pretend you're buying them for me?”

Louis's heart fluttered. You would do that for him?! He cuddled closer to you closing his eyes preparing to sleep. Wanting to sleep in your arms “I would like that a lot Y/N, thank you”

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Thank you everyone for being patient hopefully it was worth the wait  🤭

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heya!! i love ur soft yandere riddler imagines and was wondering if u could write general relationship hcs for eddie being full soft yandere with the reader 😍😍 thanks sm!

A/N: Soft!Yandere Eddie Nashton is perf I love him 💚

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

Warnings: Mentions of violence and stalking, obsessive loving Riddler behaviour 🥰

•♡ I swear, once Edward's met you and had you pay attention to him and smile warmly... that's it. You've infected his mind forever, and he just has to have you

•♡ Before you start properly dating, there's gonna be Eddie familiarising himself with you through the internet and socials, then through hacked cameras here and there... he doesn't exactly want to invade your privacy, but he likes knowing your safe and seeing that beautiful face to light up his day

•♡ Everything about you is just so perfect and angelic to Edward Nashton, and it's a wonder to him that someone as pure and pretty as you has ended up amongst the scum and vermin in Gotham... but no, it makes sense, because he lives in Gotham too and you two were always meant to be!

•♡ Eddie's love is so deep and obsessive that it can even overwhelm him at times. Like, he'll be killing some thug who decided to get up in your face the other night in his Riddler gear, and the fantasy of you thanking him and hugging and kissing him for his work literally makes him hyperventilate under his mask, and he has to calm down or he'll end up passing out lmao

•♡ He'll be as patient as he can before deciding to make his love known to you, most likely by getting you to his apartment and pouring out his feelings so you'll be paying attention to him fully

•♡ So assuming that you don't reject the Riddler's affections, he'll be ecstatic, honestly can't believe it's happening, that he doesn't have to daydream and imagine you two being together like soulmates are supposed to be when you're right here, all his!!

•♡ Eddie's pretty touch-starved and hasn't had proper romantic relationships before you, so any ounce of affection you give him... he's an absolute mess, whimpering and whining as he nuzzles happily into your touch and moves against you when you stop because he loves the feeling

•♡ Especially if you're playing with his hair or running your fingers lightly up and down his skin, it makes him shivery and flushed

•♡ This guy's pretty vocal and doesn't bother trying to suppress the moans that escape him when you're kissing or cuddling tightly

•♡ Anyone would think you're doing... you know, something else, when all you've done is kiss him and he won't shut up lol

•♡ You know about everything with the orphanage, and when you tell Edward about yours, he sees it as a sign of trust and bonding and he's so giddy

•♡ You have Eddie's attention whenever you want it. As soon as you call his name softly when he's scribbling in a puzzle book, he'll look right up at you with hopeful eyes behind his glasses

•♡ He's really, really protective and quite possessive, so if anyone makes you uncomfortable in the slightest and he gets to hear of it, that person won't be alive the next morning, and a new video will be added to the Riddler's streams

•♡ The videos will be extra violent and tormenting since Edward is jealous and thoroughly annoyed by how the person dared to disrespect you, and the followers drink it up with comments like, "bitch thats what you get for messing with riddlers queen" and "kill the pig, worship the goddess 😍"

•♡ No joke there, they're as respectful to you as they are to the Riddler himself and so you've got random followers around Gotham that will willingly watch your back or do things at your or Eddie's request

•♡ The Riddler's followers have heard a lot about you (obviously), and are Edward's eyes and ears when he needs them to make sure you're okay when it gets late and you're out or not with him or something

•♡ I'm not joking when I say that he sees you as a completely ethereal, beautiful being, and the obsessive Polaroids and rambles in his journals and random items of clothing and trinkets around Ed's room of you proves his devotion and adoration

•♡ He reminds you a lot that everything he's doing, he's doing for you, because an angel such as yourself can't live in a nasty, dirty city, can they?

•♡ I feel like Eddie likes babying you sometimes, being all mushy and clingy, which usually occurs late at night or in the mornings, because he gets to wake you up with loving kisses and whispers or soothe you to sleep fondling you delicately

•♡ An example of babytalk is a bunch of pet names and rambling, like, "My darling, my angel, my muse... aren't you just perfect, sweetheart? You look in the mirror and tell me we don't fit together like little puzzle pieces together like this...! Of course we do!! Awh, you're smiling- keep smiling, always, for me-"

•♡ I was gonna continue but realised I was writing a long-ass paragraph so I'll stop with the dialogue for a sec lmao

•♡ There are times when you have to ask him to shift back a little when his face is literally in yours and you can't breathe hehe

•♡ He gets all blushy and apologetic, but he can't get enough of the warmth and softness and loves enveloping himself in you

•♡ Edward gets extremely agitated when he can't see or touch you for long periods of time, and loses his patience with anyone that isn't you easily until he can relax when you're back together

•♡ He loves teaching you how to solve puzzles and riddles and stuff, because when you do Ed sees it as really hot and your cleverness is gorgeous to him - you can bond over what he's known for and best at!! One more thing to bond over?? He's interested!

•♡ I suppose it could feel invasive at times when Eddie wants to be around you constantly and know as much as he can about your past and just every little detail about your heavenly self, but he doesn't want to be invasive, he just wants to be as close to you as possible

•♡ You're the only one that can calm him down when he's having a tantrum about a riddle gone wrong or an awful flashback or something, and Edward's always thankful and relieved when he's woken gently from nightmares and all

•♡ No one's ever loved him like this before, and he cherishes any bit of attention he gets from you like they're slices of heaven... because they are

•♡ Eddie tells you he loves you constantly, feeling the need to remind you through any means possible

•♡ "I love you, sweet baby... and you love me too, right? Mm... it makes me so happy when you say that- never stop saying that, ever, ever..."

•♡ So Edward being the soft yandere that he is would never hurt you physically or mentally because he hates the thought of that. He just wants to love and protect you forever, prove to the world you're meant to be and gives you anything and everything you want to show it 💚

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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.

>🎱🐼📖

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[thedanoriddler]

I want to put my head on his bewbs

[almanacrat]

Jet Lagged (Dwayne Hoover x Reader)

Part 1

Dwayne Hoover x femReader

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Mrs. Neville sat imposingly at her desk, a crisp white sheet of paper in her hand. She was assigning project partners. Dwayne twiddled his thumbs, hoping that by some miracle of god he would be left to do the project by himself. He didn't want to be paired with anyone. He hated everyone and was certainly capable of completing this project by himself. 

“Isabelle Douglas and Amy Piker.” Mrs. Neville called out. 

Dwayne felt a rush of relief when she said that. He abhorred both of them. They both talked too much too loud, and always seemed to have something to snicker about. 

Mrs. Neville continued down the list, calling each name with precision. 

“Dwayne Hoover and Y/n.”

Dwayne looked around the room, locking eyes with his partner. She was the lesser of all evils, he supposed. Despite hating everyone, she never got on his nerves. Just like him, she was a fly on the wall, never speaking unless spoken to and never causing a ruckus. 

Y/n had always secretly appreciated Dwayne. He wasn't obnoxious and crude like most of the guys, and, from what she saw, actually put in effort. Even if Dwayne was painfully shy, it was better than being stuck with someone who never shut up or wouldn't help at all. 

“Hey.” Y/n greeted, sitting beside Dwayne. They had all been told to start working on their projects during class to best utilize their time. 

“Hey.” He replied, refusing to make eye contact. 

“So... do you have a favorite author or anything?” Y/n asked, feeling awkward. The assignment was to create a poster about their favorite author, detailing their most famous works, facts about them, and what influenced their work. It seemed easy enough, but Y/n wasn’t even sure that Dwayne would say more than five words to her. She couldn't help but yawn. 

“Sorry, I’m kinda jet-lagged.” Y/n explained. She had flown to Maine to visit her grandparents over the long weekend.

“Nietzsche.” The short reply came. 

“Oh, cool. I love Nietzsche.” 

“You do?” Dwayne said and finally looked up at her.

“Yeah, I think he’s great, though, I’m more inclined to Henry Miller, to be honest.” Y/n spoke, studying his grey-green eyes.

“No way. Nietzsche is way better than Henry Miller. Miller is lame compared to Nietzsche.” Dwayne scoffed.

“Miller only seems lame compared to Nietzsche because Nietzsche has such an eloquent way of speaking, but when you take the meaning of what he’s saying, it’s just as good as Nietzsche.” 

“You’re nuts.” Dwayne said, a smile barely gracing his face.

“You can't say anything, you're just as crazy as I am.”

“You don't know that. You’ve only known me for five minutes now.” Dwayne quipped, fidgeting with the pencil in his hand. 

“I only needed three minutes to figure out that you’re crazy.” Y/n smirked.

“Whatever,” Dwayne rolled his eyes playfully, “Let’s just get this thing done.”

As the day went on, Y/n and Dwayne realized they had more classes together than they realized. 

During Chemistry class, a little white piece of paper slipped onto Y/n’s desk. The edges were torn and jagged, and the note read, “Do you know how to do this?”

Y/n looked for the culprit, and found it was Dwayne. There was a little piece missing from his page of notes from where he tore out the corner. 

“Yes.” Y/n scribbled on the paper, “What do you need help with?” 

“Number 7.” He passed it back. 

Y/n wrote a short explanation of the problem, hoping it made sense, and passed it back to Dwayne. After a moment a different scrap of paper floated onto her desk. 

“Thanks” It read.

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