#paul dano x y/n

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐟?

↳ summary: edward meets someone new

↳ warnings: slight mentions of suicidal thoughts, written from the point of a fucked up eddie, mentions of bombs, obsessive behavior, savior complex, incel behavior, teetering on yandere but i hate that word lmao. he's so pathetic without his mask on baby i love you

↳ song: malmo—mook

masterlist!

Love?

No. Insanity.

Edward can't remember where or how he first saw you, but if he had to guess, it was probably the night you moved two doors down from him.

He woke up that morning like any other day in his life. Full of bitterness and resentment for the city— his city, because it was his —outside a fog filled appartment window.

Once upon a time, it had been battered pane of glass that peojected this image to him as it did now; broken shards scattered on the dead grass outside reflecting 'GOTHAM ORPHANAGE' back to a much younger verson of him. Waking up as a child had always been such a disappointment. He used to hug himself to fitful sleep, a tiny part of him hoping he would pass in the unforgiving night like so many children before.

He didn't think that feeling of bile in the back of his throat would ever go away each time sleep was pulled from him and he woke up back in Gotham. No matter how many people promised change for the better on televisions or radios. Because Edward knew the truth.

Gotham reached out to him. It reached out to him in his dreams with its gleaming skyscrapers as hands and its screaming people as desperate pleas. Begging him to be fixed. To rid it of the scum plauging glamorous penthouses just high enough off the ground that just one push of the hand could send a sinner to his rightful death.

He thought about all of this before he had even finished brushing his teeth.

Careful hands pulled a frayed toothbrush from his mouth as Edward spit into the sink to wash his mouth out. A ratty towel swiped over his lips gently when he finished. Such a refined action for someone with a bomb built for a human neck sitting just outside his bathroom door.

It wasn't uncommon for him to get lost in the swirl of thoughts he called his conscious, but he needed to keep up appearances just long enough to carry out his plan. And that included not being late to work for the third time this month.

Eventually the knob of his appartment was being locked tightly with the end of a faux gold key — the toothbrush from earlier already drying on the edge of his sink.

He struggled with the lock for a moment more, silently cursing whoever had decided to make living on this side of town so hard, before eventually getting it with a pop.

From that point on, the sound of your voice would forever take over his mind.

Edward first noticed your smile lines. The crinkles by the sides of your eyes enticed him like a fresh baked cookie would to a child. How curious, that a person could have so much physical evidence of a happy life whilst living in this place. He wondered if you had been born here, or were new to the location. He found himself envying the thought of the latter.

The next thing he noticed about you, was that you were asking him a question for the second time in a row.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Edward nervously stuttered, usually steady hands fumbling to push his glasses up clumsily. Once again— or at least he thinks once again — you grin at him, holding a slightly beaten up moving box in your arms. Why he had noticed that later than the deep crinkles on your face, he wasn't sure.

"I asked if all the locks in this place were going to act like that one. Because in that case, there's no way I'm surviving a horror movie chase." You nodded with your head at his troublesome door instead of gesturing. Probably because your hands were full. Most definitely because your hands were full, actually.

Edward blinked slowly.

"Uhm, no. No no I don't think so." He supplied softly. It was a lame response to your quip. He remembered reading somewhere that first impressions forever solidified a figure in your life, whether minor or major. The thought of that made his heart beat faster.

A pregnant pause settled over the hallway. Edward felt his palms sweat. He wiped them on his pants. All it did was spread it around more.

"Well, nice to meet you." It was you that finally broke the silence. With a shuffle of one foot to the other he heard a few things clink from inside your little box. He wondered what was in it. A vase you bought for decoration? Photo phrames? China that your great grandmother left you in her will?

He stood there wondering about fucking plates for so long, that you had begun to turn your body away and make your way back down the hallways.

"Wait!" Edward lurched forward to place a stern grip on your lower arm. The look of momentary fear you gave him in that moment was enough for him to straighten his spine out.

Something about that barely concealed emotion in your eyes excited him. For a brief moment he was in a leather mask, staring at the bloody body of the mayor below him on Halloween night.

And then he was back. Looking into your eyes like they were last thing he would ever see.

"My names Edward." He released his grip on you while finally introducing himself. With his falling hand went your initial fear. "But my friends call me Eddie."

He didn't have any friends. And if he did, they certainly wouldn't call him Eddie. But the white lie was nothing compared to the way his name, both the formal and shortened verson, slipped from your lips.

"I'll remember that next time. It's very nice to meet you, neighbor."

And then you were gone, feet shuffling against stained and waterlogged carpet before disappearing into what used to be a vacant appartment.

In your wake stood Gothams soon to be savior and cleanser. A man that has committed unspeakable acts in the name of justice and planned to do even more. The very same individual that hid skeletons in his closet and so many more at the scenes of his cromes.

Somewhere in between there, Edward would have to install a camera in your bedroom.

[babybluebex]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | eddie has an idea that you agree to, but is it worth it, letting his followers watch him fuck you live on stream? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | edward nashton (the batman, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut— fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, premature ejaculation (he can be dom all he wants, he's still the eddie we know and love), voyuerism, misogyny, degradation, dumbification, he fingers you with his gloves on at one point and i can't remember what that kink is called lmao 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | blah blah posting on wednesday whatever have this right now hehe // follow @cremebruhleewrites to be notified when i post a new story! // support my writing!

You giggled as you situated yourself on Eddie’s lap, turning slightly to see his face. His plastic mask was a little crooked on his face, the cling wrap on his hair pulled flat and tight. “Looking good, honey,” you smiled, lightly reaching up to fix his mask. “They’re gonna love you.” 

“They’ll love you too,” Eddie told you, and the mask shifted as he smiled. “Remember, don’t use my name. I won;t use yours. Okay? You ready?” 

“Yeah,” you replied. “Start it up.” 

Eddie leaned forward to reach his computer, and you laughed again as his arm snaked around your waist to reach the keyboard. You had talked about doing something like this for a long time, and your willingness to do it certainly seemed to surprise Eddie. He had admitted the fantasy to you one day as you laid in bed together, panting and sticky with sweat and cum— “I wish I could fuck you on stream, have everyone see you, y’know?”— and you were hesitant at first, but Eddie had talked you into it. There wasn’t any real harm in it, was there? People posted videos of themselves having sex all the time, he told you, and some people even got paid to do it. Eddie assured you that his followers would like the content, and he smoothed his hand down your arm as he kissed you. “They’re just horny guys who would love to see you,” he said. “If you need to quit halfway through, you can.” 

The computer beeped as it started up the livestream, and the camera light blinked green as it turned on. Eddie’s arms went around your middle and held you close, and you leaned forward to watch followers spill into the stream. The trickle was slow, and you pushed your hair out of your face and clutched Eddie’s thigh underneath you as the first comment came in: who’s the slut lol

“Hey, guys,” Eddie began, his meek voice in complete dissonance with the intimidating costume he wore. “Um, this is my girlfriend. She just wanted to say hi before we got started today.” 

“Hi,” you echoed and gave a small laugh as the comments trickled in. 

Hi

ur beautiful

WTF man you have a girlfriend??

“This is scary,” you mumbled, and Eddie’s hand reached under the hem of your shirt to lightly stroke your skin. 

“We can stop,” Eddie whispered in your ear, and you shook your head. 

“He’s told me all about you guys,” you giggled, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s neck. “It’s so exciting to actually meet you.” 

Eddie’s hand smoothed forward from your hip to your thigh, playing with the edge of your panties under your shirt. His eyes watched the comments, just the same as you did, and you skipped over every comment calling you a slut or whore and focused more on the angrier ones, like the commenter was betrayed by Eddie having a girlfriend. You suppose, in a way, they were; he seemed like he was singularly focused on the mission at hand, and now he suddenly has a girlfriend. “Oh, babe,” you whined. “They hate me.”

Thankfully, Eddie was on the same wavelength as you, amping it up for the camera, and he cooed softly. “No, they don’t, baby,” he said, even though the majority of the comments contradicted him. His gloved fingers continued to play with the hem of your shirt and panties, and you watched the viewer count skyrocket in time with him pushing his fingers down into your panties. “They love you. Look, they’re calling you all these pretty names.” 

She’s cute tbh 

what a slut shes just with him to fuck him 

Cunt ass bitch you should get rid of her

“It’s all the same names I call you,” Eddie said, pressing his cold masked face into your neck. “Bitch and slut. And I love you, right?” 

You nodded, tilting your head to look at him. You smiled as you saw his green eyes sparkle behind his glasses, and you placed a quick kiss to where his mouth was underneath the mask. His hand gently cupped your pussy in your panties, and your breath caught in your throat. There was no bailing now. “Baby?” you mumbled, and his free hand wrapped around your throat, holding you tight. 

“Speak up, baby girl,” he told you. “Do you want something from me?” You nodded quickly, and his hand on your pussy twitched, like he was overly eager to finally touch you. “What do you want?” 

“I-I want you to touch me,” you told him, and Eddie laughed beneath his mask. 

“I already am touching you,” Eddie said. Your skin rippled when you saw, out of the corner of your eye, the chat explode in response to what was inevitably going to happen, but you couldn’t pay attention well enough to actually read the comments. “Want me to touch you somewhere else, baby?” 

“Y-Yes, please,” you stammered. “Touch my clit, baby, please?” 

“Good girl,” Eddie said, and his middle finger lightly touched your clit. The leather of his gloves was cold on your sensitive nerve, and you gasped and jolted your hips forward into his hand. Eddie laughed softly, pressing his face into your neck, and he added, “God, you’re easy. Isn’t she so easy? I hardly touch her and she’s already moaning like a slut.” 

You couldn’t even bear to open your eyes to see the response on the computer, but the pleasure that Eddie’s fingers gave you as he rubbed your clit was too powerful. Your thighs couldn’t help but shake as he pleasured you, and he whispered, “You’re doing great, baby.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and Eddie laughed. Your hands floated up to try to find purchase on him somewhere, and your fingers found his shoulder. You grabbed at his jacket with a whimper and tugged, and Eddie pressed his mask to your neck, almost like he was trying to kiss your skin. 

“You want more?” Eddie asked. 

“Please,” you said with a nod, and Eddie was quick to tug at your panties, getting them off. It felt so wrong to expose yourself so much on camera, but the taboo of it only made your stomach tingle with excitement. 

“There you go,” Eddie told you as he tugged off your panties, balling them up in his hand. You chanced a nervous glance at the computer, and the chat was actively sending messages that you couldn’t read, although you could take a guess at what degrading comments they were making about you. Eddie pulled you a little closer to his body and pushed your legs open further, and, without warning, he dipped a finger into your wet cunt. You jumped at the cold leather inside your channel, but you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you. 

“Babe,” you whimpered, tugging hard at his jacket. 

“Oh, what?” Eddie asked. “Does it feel that good?” 

You couldn’t do much else than whimper at the feel of his finger and the glove, and you opened your eyes to see the chat. You knew that Eddie had around 500 followers, averaging about 15 viewers on a stream on a good day, but the small counter at the top of the screen told you that 500 people had joined the screen and watched. You wondered how many were followers and how many likely followed a link that their friend had sent them, but Eddie’s long, slender finger hit that spot inside you without much searching, and your eyes closed tight as you moaned in shock. 

Your pussy clenched hard around Eddie’s finger, and he laughed into your ear. “I asked you a question, baby,” he said, and he quickly added a second finger. The stretch was so wonderful, and your mind went blank. What had he asked you? 

His fingers fucked up into that special spot once again, driving home hard and making you jolt, and, even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling at you. “I asked,” he began. “If this feels good.” 

“Yes!” you whimpered. “Yes, baby, feels so good, fuck.” 

“Good,” he whispered to you. “You’re so tight, fuck, baby girl. Can you guys see this, how tight she is? Fuck, can’t wait to get you on my cock.” 

“Fuck!” you gasped. “Baby, want your cock so bad!” 

“Ask nicely,” Eddie told you, and you moaned as he fucked up into you again with his cold, gloved fingers, hitting your sensitive spot again. This time, when you moaned, Eddie added his thumb to the mix, lightly toying with your clit. If he wanted you to cum before he properly fucked you, he was doing everything just the way he needed to. The hot pleasure settled deep into your belly, tugging at your legs and making them shake, and Eddie lightly slapped your inner thigh. 

“Please!” you yelped as his hand connected with the flesh of your thigh. “W-Want your cock so bad, please, please, please!” 

“Four pleases,” Eddie said. “Desperate much, huh? I’ll tell you what, if you can cum on my fingers, I’ll let you have my cock, okay? Does that sound fair?”

“Baby,” you whined, and Eddie pulled his fingers from inside you and sent a harsh smack to your pussy. You squealed and instinctively tried to close your legs, but Eddie held them open with his strong grip. 

“You should be thankful I’m making it that easy for you,” Eddie told you. “You should be fucking thanking me, because I’m not letting myself feel any pleasure at all. It’s all about you, sweetheart, what about me? You’re not touching my dick, imagine how bad I have it. That’s so typical of me too, isn’t it? Always worried about others, never worried about myself.” 

For a moment, you were concerned that Eddie was serious, that he was actually upset with you, and your heart began to sink until you felt his palm settle over your outstretched neck and squeeze lightly. “Open your eyes, baby,” Eddie told you. “Look at them, they love it.” 

The computer reflected back to you exactly what you saw, and you watched the comments file in, calling you and Eddie all sorts of things, good and bad. There was a small faction of commenters that seemed to really be liking the content, because every few seconds a notification popped up on Eddie’s computer screen, saying that so-and-so donated $5 or $10 dollars. “You worry about yourself all the time,” you told him. “Just because you’re not selfish in bed doesn’t mean that you’re totally detached from your own needs. You needed that silly little orphanage gone, so what did you do? You did what you wanted a-and burned it down.” You stuttered as Eddie’s free hand, the one not around your throat, began to lightly trail along your thighs, and he squeezed your neck just a bit to urge you on. “Gotham’s hurt you, baby, and you’re taking back what’s yours. And nobody is telling you to do this, you’re doing it because you want to.” 

“But it still benefits everyone else,” Eddie countered.

“Th-There’s nothing wrong with that,” you told him. You knew that he only wanted you to spout his rhetoric to entice his viewers to stay, but you wondered how many of the new, first-time viewers agreed with it. And, more than that, who agreed with it because it was you saying it instead of Eddie? “If you’re doing it for yourself, that’s what matters. You are selfish, baby, I promise you are.” 

“Good,” Eddie said, and his hand on your thigh stilled. “Stand up, I’m gonna fuck you now.” 

You did as he told, leaning forward and bracing your hands on his desk, bringing you closer to the computer than before. You giggled as Eddie hastily tugged off your shirt and squeezed your tits for just a moment, “Hi,” you said softly to the camera, and the comments came in rapid-fire:

Hi

Ur so fucking hot 

I bet he fed you those lines huh

You couldn’t say much more, because Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened and he tugged you back so that your bare cunt hit his clothed dick. He was hard inside his pants, and you started to reach around behind you to feel him, but his hands left your hips and grabbed your wrists tightly. “Bad girl,” he said, and he sent a swift but hard spank to your ass. “No touching. You want me to be selfish, so I will be; I’m going to fuck you until I’m finished, I don’t care if you cum or not.”

You smiled at the prospect, and you bit your lip as you felt him remove a hand from your wrists to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. You could hear his heavy breathing from the mask, and he suddenly tugged you back, pressing his face into your neck.”Thank you,” he whispered and, even though you were a little unsure what he was thanking you for, you turned and gave him a little kiss on his mask where his cheek would be. 

He kicked your feet apart with his boot, opening your legs, and he took no time to hesitate before he pressed the spongy head of his cock against you. Your new position closer to the computer helped you read every comment, and your moan turned into soft laughter as the camera caught a glimpse of Eddie’s hard cock and the viewers reacted accordingly: holy shit why is he hung like a horse?? 

“Look at the comments,” you whispered to Eddie, and he lifted his eyes from your cunt to the computer, and he let out his own breathless laughter. 

“Aw, guys,” Eddie said bashfully, and you knew he was thankful for the mask to hide his blush. “You’re too nice to me.”

“They’re right,” you told him, and his mask shifted as he clenched his back teeth. 

“Shut up,” he chuckled, and he parted your pussy lips with his cock, threatening your throbbing hole. “You want my dick, you’ve gotta be quiet.” 

“Yes, sir,” you said playfully, but Eddie’s grip on your hands suddenly became tight and painful, and his free hand lifted from your throat to shove two of his fingers on your mouth. 

“You’re such a whore,” he mumbled, and, with a swift snap of his hips, sank himself fully into you. You gasped around his fingers and moaned in shock, and Eddie let out his own moan at your wet heat. “God, you feel so good… Fuck, baby.”

You couldn’t even speak at the feeling, the same tingling from before permeating your body. It was a reminder of how close you had been before Eddie had cruelly stopped fingering you, and you worried how long you’d last in his grip. 

Eddie slowly pulled back, letting you feel every ridge of his burning cock, and he took a deep breath once only his head remained in you. “I can feel you throbbing, baby,” he chuckled. “How close were you before I stopped?”

You nodded quickly, trying to tell him with his fingers still shoved in your mouth, and you whined as he slowly, almost torturously fucked back into you. It felt like heaven, and your hands flexed for something to hold onto to keep yourself grounded. 

“Poor thing,” Eddie mumbled. “What do you think, guys, should I let her cum?” His eyes flicked over all the comments, all the yeses and nos and why the fuck do we cares, and he finally said, “You can cum whenever you need, baby, but remember what I told you earlier?” 

You shook your head, and Eddie removed his hand from your mouth and hit your cheek. The leather of his glove stung, and he reached down to his desk and fumbled for a moment before recovering a roll of duct tape. “I told you,” he started as he pulled out a length of tape, ripping it easily. “That I was gonna fuck you until I came, remember? Or are you already too cock-drunk to remember five minutes ago?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, and Eddie grabbed your hands and quickly taped your wrists together. The tape pinched your skin and pulled at the delicate hairs on your arm, but you didn’t complain. You couldn’t; you were fucking the Riddler, after all, and he used duct tape at his crime scenes. It was his M.O. Once he was satisfied that you were secure, he grabbed your hands and pushed himself deep inside you, so deep that it made you gasp. 

“Fuck,” Eddie mumbled, and he started up a quick rhythm, fucking you in time nearly with his heartbeat. “You feel so good. Jesus Christ, honey… I bet everyone watching this is fucking jealous. They want to fuck you too. You wouldn’t let them, though, right? Only me?” 

“Only you,” you echoed, and you knew that Eddie was smiling under his mask.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Eddie told you. The wet sounds of him fucking you were filling your ears and making you go a little dumb, and you couldn’t help the moans that left you with every fuck in he gave. It was all too good, and you whimpered as he continuously hit that spot inside you. 

“Baby!” you cried. It was so difficult to remind yourself not to use his real name, and you imagined it was hard work for him too. You had never called him baby as much as you were, and, while you didn’t like it, you missed the way his name felt in your mouth. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…” 

“I told you that you could cum whenever you need to,” Eddie said, smacking your ass hard as he tugged you back onto him. “Only that I wasn’t gonna stop until I came. But that’s very nice, warning me… Maybe you’re good for something yet.” 

You whimpered and cried as he continued to abuse the nerve inside you, and you were thankful that he was in tune with you, because he reached around in front of you and started to play with your clit, helping you reach your finish quickly. “Oh, fuck,” you whined, unable to hold it back anymore, and your fingers clawed for some part of him to hold onto. You found his jacket, the pocket that you had helped him paint a big black question mark on, and you held it tightly as your body gave in to everything he did, and you came. The heat invaded every inch of you, from head to toe, and you felt your knees go weak as he slipped from inside you and held you close. You couldn’t even speak for the fire that ravaged you, and you let your head hang as you tried to regain some semblance of normal breathing. 

“Fuck,” you heard Eddie mumble, his voice distant from the ringing in your ears. “Now, that’s just fucking embarassing.” 

“What?” you asked softly, and Eddie gave a heavy sigh as he sat back down in his chair and hauled you into his lap. He was panting just like you were, and you could see the red flush in the eye holes of his mask. “Oh, fuck, baby. You came so quick!” 

“I promise I usually last longer than that,” Eddie mumbled to his computer, and he held you close as he reached forward and retrieved a pair of scissors from his desk. Carefully, he split the tape around your wrists, and you threw yourself forward, hugging him around his neck. Your fingers dug under the collar of his jacket and found his warm skin, and you sat and panted with him until his arms went tight around you, holding you firmly as you straddled his thigh. 

“How the fuck do I end this?” Eddie mumbled in your ear, and you laughed despite yourself. “Thank you guys for watching this… Unconventional stream, I guess. Thanks for all the likes and comments and-and donations, those are new. Anything you wanna say, baby?” 

“I hope you guys enjoyed it,” you said, turning slightly to see the computer. “Let him know if you want me back, I-I’d love to come back.” 

Eddie waited for a moment, reading all the last comments that filtered in, before he ended the stream with a sigh. The room went dark for a moment, then the bright white of the screen lit everything back up. “Oh my God,” he mumbled, and you helped him take off his mask and tear the cling wrap from his head. His face was red, his cheeks nice and bright, and his downy hair was sweaty and smoothed flat against his head. You had never seen him look more beautiful, though. 

“You okay?” you asked, and Eddie nodded. 

“Are you?” he asked, and you leaned close to bury your face in his warm neck. You nodded, placing a kiss on his neck, and Eddie’s hand came up to capture your cheek. “You did so good, baby, I’m proud of you.”

“You did good too,” you told him, and you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his pretty pink mouth. Finally, you were allowed to kiss him, and it felt perfect. “Just try not to cum immediately next time, okay?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked your ass one last time. “Whatever you say, baby.” 

[imagine--if]

(A/N: I couldn't help myself, I love his character already even though I've only seen seconds of him 😂 this is as accurate to what I've seen as I can make it, but I'll probably make a part 2 when the full movie's out and there's more to work with 🥰️)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Burt Fabelman Relationship Hcs ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

❥• I am a firm believer that this man is unbelievably sweet and just the best partner ever, incredibly tender and doting and a great listener-

❥• Burt's great at giving advice; he's a bit of a worrier and wants the best for you, no matter what's happening. He's very honest and comforting with what he tells you and can talk for literal hours if you want. Long talks and cuddles with this man is heaven. Whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, he'll just rock and shush you soothingly, until you feel calmer. Then he'll ask you if you want to talk about it or want him to get you a drink, all the while making sure you know that "I'll always be here for you, darling," and "I'm so lucky to have someone so sweet in my life." He means what he says wholeheartedly.

❥• He's always there to support you through your work and hobbies, watching with awestruck and proud eyes, probably filming any event you're a part of. Even on family picnics or dinners, Burt admires you just being yourself, carefree and laughing and loved. He's a bit of a dad in the way that he prefers watching instead of being all active with you and your friends, but you best believe you can drag him up off his feet from reading a thick-paged novel to clumsily dance around with you.

❥• Loves seeing you being a bit of a housewife, cooking and looking after the house and kids, Burt loves being part of a family and is the best father and husband ever. He's pretty good around the house too, and will definitely help cook with you and praises your efforts.

❥• Very cuddly and affectionate, particularly in private, but always holds your hand when you're out and about, or is touching you in some way when you go somewhere with him. Behind closed doors, Burt is a complete softie, gives warm hugs and sweet, lingering kisses whenever you want them.

❥• He loves it when he can just exist with you, reading quietly together while drinking tea, taking a morning or evening walk around town. Burt always makes sure there's time for you two to be together after he's finished working for the day, and oftentimes brings flowers or little meaningful gifts back for you that he knows you'll like.

❥• He never snaps at you, even if he's having a rough day. Burt would feel awful and always wants to keep a smile on your face. To be honest, if he was having a bad day, you greeting him with a hug and those adoring, sparkling eyes would make him feel a lot better pretty quickly.

❥• Burt Fabelmen is 100% perfect husband material, he's so in love and reminds you every day, through gently whispered words before you sleep and actions throughout the day. Sometimes, just a simple forehead kiss and caring eyes from him can express more than words ever can, and it's enough to make you feel warm and giddy inside for hours. He feels the exact same way whenever you pay him attention, even in the slightest of ways. Proudly whipped 🥲

[lost-in-sokovia]

From the prompts list, how about “slapping your partner’s butt” and Percy. That feels like a very Percy thing to do.

OR

Edward and the “tummy kisses” prompt

Dealers choice 🥰

Hope you have fun with these!

TUMMY KISSES WITH EDDIE IM SOFT😭💕

pretty boy

you woke up expecting him to have woken up before you. but not today.

you had set no alarm, wishing to sleep in as late as you wished. you rubbed your eyes and blinked before shifting around in edward’s loose grip, looking up at his darling face, fast asleep. his mouth was slightly parted and his chocolatey hair a mess atop his head. you felt his warm breath graze across your face as you admired him, his chest raising and lowering against you. you hummed and gently ran your hand through his soft hair, down along his cheek, down his chest, and landed on his tummy. his gray sleep shirt was soft and slightly wrinkled and you lifted the fabric up to rub it between your fingers. you pushed the covers off of you just slightly more, not wanting to make edward cold but wanting to see your angel boy.

edward hated himself. he never saw himself as attractive or worthy of love in any circumstance. no matter how often you kissed him and touched him and complimented him and told him just how handsome he was, he still berated himself constantly. it wasn’t fair; edward could see your beauty at any given point of any day and so you wondered how therefore he couldn’t see the same in himself.

you hummed, pushing eddie’s shirt up above his stomach. your eyes glanced to his face, still peacefully sleeping. looking back down you saw his tummy expand and shrink with his chest as he breathed. a thin little happy trail led up from the waistband of his pants to his belly button and you grinned, scrunching your nose.

sliding down lower on the bed and out of edward’s grip you pressed a gentle kiss to the soft flesh of his stomach. edward didn’t move and you pressed a few more around his belly button, rubbing his side as you did.

when you pressed a kiss above his waistband you felt him shift, letting out a moan as he did. you gently cooed his name and pressed another kiss above his belly button. his green eyes blinked awake groggily and looked from where you should’ve been then down to you, pink spreading across his cheeks.

“what are you doing?” he asked meekly in a gravelly morning voice. you pulled yourself back up to cup his cheeks and press your lips to his sweetly, him hesitating before kissing you back.

“i’m just admiring my pretty boy, showering him with all the love he deserves,” you whispered, placing a hand gently on the back of his head. his puppy dog eyes looked at you sadly, exhaling a shaky breath as he did. you smiled and he pulled you closer against him, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“pretty boy,” he repeated into your neck.

you kissed his head.

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[mytownhasariddleroad]

I love your work so far!! 💚💚💚 I was wondering if you would write for Edward having a crush on his co-worker? xx

I love this! I’m gonna have some general hcs and then might have a little blurb at the end. Hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting and I’m so sorry for the wait! 🖤

Edward Having a Crush on his Coworker!

He still remembers your first day on the job. At first he thought you were just another office weasel but then he saw you.

Gods you were gorgeous. Business casual has never looked so good. He was so nervous but when he saw you at the water fountain on his break he had to stop and talk to you. Or at least try to anyways.

Once he came up to you he just kind of froze. You turned and smiled at him and introduced yourself and asked his name. Sadly that didn’t register until you asked him if he was alright so at that point he was running over his own words.

God you must think he’s stupid- Wait. You’re laughing? It’s at him isn’t it? Oh, you’re smiling again, and it’s sincere! You’re happy to meet him? He’s happy to meet you too!

Edward will start taking the long way to his desk just so he can stop by or even just to give you a brief glance.

He’ll go to lunch with you a lot so you can talk and have time to yourselves without other people from work getting in the way. He likes having that time with you to get personal and not just talk about who wants what paper when.

I can see him talking you into car pooling with him when you’re able. Let’s y’all talk more, plus after work you can go and hang out rather than just immediately going home.

If y’all have to do things like over time or work at home to get something finished then he’ll come over or have you come to his place.

He already knew he liked you from the moment he saw you but he’s so curious and scared to know if you like him too.

Once he really wants to ask you out he’ll start acting shy all over again and get somewhat closed off. Once you finally get him in a corner and ask him what’s up he’ll spill it.

He feels so stupid again. Someone like you deserved to step on him… You like him too?! Oh my goodness yes!

He’ll immediately go in for a kiss no matter where y’all are. Work might say no PDA but he just can’t help himself.

Maybe he doesn’t hate his job anymore…

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@jessicainhell I hope that was what you were wanting! I’m so sorry for the wait! 🖤🖤🖤

[papuhater]

♡ | 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

pairing: dwayne hoover x popular!fem!reader

summary: you'll wait for dwayne. it doesn't matter how much you have to wait. angst.

a/n: i'm feeling more fem this days,,, here's some fem reader, song recommendation: the other woman // lana del rey

how beautiful you are? always combing your hair in the morning, preparing it for another day, staring at yourself in the mirror while keeping eye contact with yourself.

y/n, the popular girl, known for her beauty, her hands always looking as if it was a painting, her nails always taken care of, and her eyes, two rhinestones engraved into her skull, shined into anyone who would take a peek into them. her perfume was always the same and would deliver the same sentiment to the persons.

she wasn't a mean girl, she would help everyone with everything, y/n, the popular nice girl, who would say hi to everyone in the hallways, the girl who would smile and help teachers with folders or examples.

this is the ruby collar she was rewarded with when high school began, the collar that was used as a leash for common people.

every one who would be her friend would be for homework or status, she felt lonely while being surronded with individuals who would praise the slightest thing she did.

a way of running away from all of this was one person, her best friend; dwayne hoover. a weird pairing, but inseparable, since the start of middle school, you and him were best friends.

best friend, dwayne hoover, the maturity he at first irritates, only to be surprised with boyish smiles spontaneously, a view she would like to crown herself as the only person who had ever seen them.

y/n loves dwayne, she does, so much it hurts when he asks her for advice on how to ask the new girl on a date. imagine your longtime crush coming to ask you for advice on how to date,

ouch

he scribbled quickly and his legs would rock in a giddy way in the library, dwayne was asking how to ask her out? how do relationships work? when he finished writing, he pushed it into your face in a comical way;

"Well have you talked to her yet?" he nodded and wrote something in the pad again;

'she's really cool' you read bellow 'she likes radiohead and blur.', what a joke, how can he prefer someone because of music taste?

"and what about me? i like lana del rey." you half-joked, he simply rolled his eyes, you wished he didn't and would say something, you decided to ignore your selfish wants, and continue

"well, i've seen her aesthetic, so, when asking her out, i'll give an outfit to use and use your emo charm." he cocked his head to a side, motioning the fact that he wanted more explanation.

"you can't just ask her out on a white t-shirt and greasy hair, i'll invite you to my house, in there i'll help more." he nods in agreement

during the rest of the day, you admired him staring at her, there was so much love in his gaze, while watching that scene play when she looked back with a small smile, you felt the anti of the feeling you would feel when day dreaming or at the slightest chance of him loving you.

at that moment you realized, he loved her, and never you.

after his confession, she had said yes, dwayne hoover and she started dating. when you would see them in the hallway with his arm around her shoulder, but how could you hate her? you have met her, she was wonderful, she is such an angel, but then again, you would wish for her death.

dwayne seem- is better; he smiles more, those little wonders weren't yours anymore, he seemed to dress better, and his hair looked cleaner. dwayne stopped being the weird greasy boy.

you, the popular girl, the face who smiles to you in the hallway, the 'hello! how are you?' you receive in the hallways daily, will continue like this, no matter how many meaningless relationships to pass the time, you will always cherish dwayne.

but you now he will cherish her.

[laplacesgremlin]

just gonna drop this here 🥳

dano!riddler x reader

warning: yandere behaviour, stalking, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, incel behaviour, themes of guilt tripping and manipulation

yandere edward with a cooperative reader (gn)

• he would only kidnap you if absolutely necessary

• like, if you date for a bit at the 2 month mark he will beg you to move into his apartment

• (even though part of him is like, “they don’t deserve this shitty place 😞😞”)

• if you say no, i still think he wouldn’t kidnap you yet.

• he would, however spam your social medias with him just straight up begging in long ass paragraphs broken up with a few “please”es

• he’ll call you, probably crying and still just begging. deffo shows up at your house at 2 am just banging on the door and absolutely pleading with you

• if you still say no, then yeah he’d kidnap you.

• but if you’re in his apartment nonetheless, he’ll still treat you nicely

• he’ll basically just ask you to be a house spouse for him lol

• and you’re compliant so you say yes

• nobody thinks you’re missing if you’re cooperating too, just that you’re moving really fast with a clingy boyfriend.

• if you were less cooperative in the whole “moving in” part, though i think it wouldn’t be AS nice.

• still fine, he just keeps an eye on you, like, a lot.

• at most, restrains you to a chair when he’s gone

• checks cameras he placed in the house to monitor you when he’s at work like 24/7

• with enough affection and coercion he’ll let you have a bit more freedom

• his followers know so much about you

• the first time they see you, you probably accidentally barge in on him to tell him dinner is ready or smth

• chat is probably supportive though

• nonetheless, you’ll be a lot safer if you cooperate with this little incels demands

[lokis-army-77]

Embarrassment

Percy Dolarhyde x female reader

Word Count: 3398

Reader accidentally helps perpetuates Percy's friend's teasing so he punishes her when they get home.

Warning: 18+ smut. Oral (M & F receiving), fingering, spanking, slight sir kink, dom Percy, orgasm denial/delay

ASK: Percy- maybe the reader embarrasses Percy in front of his friends or something and when they get home, things get kinky 👀 (or for a more sfw version they have a cute heart-to-heart about respect and boundaries)

A/N: I may have gotten carried away with this...

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I gave a sigh as I walked through the saloon doors and spotted Percy seated at the bar with three of his closest friends. They were laughing and cutting up, and by the looks of it were just getting started with their drinking so none of them were incapacitated, yet.  

Percy was too busy talking to realize that I had walked up behind him, he jumped a little when I slid my hands around his shoulders. He turned his head to look behind him with a hard look but it completely softened when we realized it was only me.

“Oh hey Darlin’, what are you doin’ here?” He turned in his seat and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in closer to him. 

“I was coming to get you because you said you would help with some chores at the house this afternoon.” I smiled at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

He gave me a short kiss back, “Let me finish this glass and I’ll be right there.”

I nodded and went to walk away but stopped when I heard the three others snickering.

“Aw, Percy, have you gone soft already?” Laughed the scruffiest of Percy’s friends, Charlie Austin, while holding his belly.

“What do you mean soft?” Asked Percy defensively. 

“He means you’re barely a month into married life and you’re already coming at her beck and call.” Thomas Campbell said, before dowing his whole whisky in one go. 

“I do not come at her beck and call and I’m not fuckin’ soft.” Percy shoved Thomas causing him to almost drop the empty whisky glass. 

“Really man? I think you are. Fuckin’ whipped if ya ask me.” Snickers the last of Percy’s friends, James Boyd. 

That’s when Percy’s anger management got the better of him. He stood quickly from his seat at the bat and threw his fists up. “Yall wanna say I’m soft again? Come on, I’ll fucking kill you.” He was ready and raring to go but his friends only laughed, that was until Percy actually punched James square in the jaw. “Keep Laughin’, see what happens.” 

James toppled off of his bar stool and the other two hopped off theirs to help him up, all three of them eyeing Percy as he stood prepared to throw another punch.

Having had enough, I put my foot down and called out to my husband. “Percy quit your fightin’ and come along.” My voice was stern as I stood by the swinging saloon doors with my arms crossed. 

Percy looked over at me with a raised brow, silently asking if I really just did that in front of his friends after they had just made fun of him. I stuck out my finger and beckoned him to me, not really caring about his friends. He was married for Christ's sake, he didn’t need to be having bar fights over something so stupid in the middle of the day. 

He gave an exasperated huff before grabbing his hat off the counter and placing it on his head and walking toward me at a brisk pace.

“That’s right Percy, be a good little boy and listen to ya little wife.” One of the men called out after us as we exited the saloon. 

Percy turned to go back in but I grabbed hold of his hand before he could. 

“They aren’t worth it Perce. They’ll understand when they’re married.” I said gently as I led him down the steps of the building. He said nothing as we walked to our horses or on our ride back out to our cabin. 

Once we were home he went straight into the house after letting the horses out in the pasture. I followed him slightly worried. He was never this quiet, so something had to be wrong. 

Percy was sat, straight-backed on the bed, hands gripping at his trousers and eyes looking forward and distant. 

I walked over to him, slotting myself between his spread legs and pulling his head into my stomach as I hugged him. “What’s the matter Perce?” He didn’t answer.  I pulled away to look at him, but he only stared ahead. “Percy?”

He looked up at me then, his brows were set straight, eyes hard, and mouth in a thin, angry line. The way he looked at me sent a tingle straight to my core. He was mad, but it was only turning me on. 

“You like embarrassing me don't you Darlin’?” He asked, voice deep.

“No, Percy, I don’t.” I shook my head.

“Didn’t seem like it when you ordered me around back there.” He raised a brow.

“I just didn’t want you fighting Percy, really, I swear.” I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve the quickly growing ache. 

“So you decided to add to the fuel of their jokes?” I stepped back as he stood to his full height, feeling like he was towering above me. 

“I swear Perce, I didn’t.”

“You expect me to believe that?” His hand slid up my arm, along my shoulder, and to my cheek, cupping it. “Why don’t you help believe your little story?” He gave my cheek two soft pats before stepping around me. 

I tried to turn to face him, but he kept me facing forward. His fingers went to the ties on my apron, slowly undoing them and letting them fall to the floor. He continued to undress me, throwing the discarded clothes around the room. 

Goosebumps started to prickle my skin as I stood before Percy completely bare. His hands roamed my body, pulling me back against him. My breath hitched when his left hand wrapped delicately around my throat, the soft pressure he applied made my legs weak and my heart hammered in my chest. 

Percy leaned his head down, his lips tickling my ear as he spoke. “Not gonna go easy on you, you know that right?” I nodded my head, showing my understanding. “No, Darlin’, you gotta say it.” He squeezed my neck a bit. 

“Yes Sir.” I breathed, clenching my thighs together once more. The longer I stood in the open air against him, the more restless and wanting I became. 

He hummed against my ear before moving away. His fingers left my throat, caressing the skin, a total juxtaposition to what I knew was going to happen next. There was pressure on the middle of my back as he pushed me to the bed and leaned me over it. 

My heart pounded in my ears and my cunt throbbed as I laid my upper body on the bed. Percy kicked my feet apart slightly and I moaned out at the feeling of the cool air hitting the wetness which had been seeping out of me. Another moan escaped me when I felt a large hand rubbing along my bottom. 

“Now, I want you to count for me.”  Percy’s voice was direct. 

“Yes Sir,” I bit my lip. 

He continued to rub my bottom for a moment before lifting his hand and bringing it back down harshly onto the sensitive skin. I gasped out, grasping at the covers underneath me. 

“One.” My voice strained. 

He rubbed the affected skin before moving on to the next spank on the other cheek. 

“Two.”

He rubbed the skin tenderly again. “You know this hurts me just as much as it hurts you, don’t ya Darlin’?” He asked, before giving me another spank.

“Three.” I could feel the tears begin to prickle in my eyes. “Yes Sir.” 

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t care. You just need to be reminded that I’m in charge and you don’t get to embarrass me.” Another two spanks to punctuate his words.

“Four. Five.” 

He wasn’t hitting too hard, but it was enough for a sharp sting and for me to know I may not be sitting comfortably in a chair for the next few days. 

Although I didn’t mean to further embarrass him, I can’t help but wonder if I did subconsciously. Especially if this was the punishment for it. 

Tears were flowing from my eyes by the time Percy finished giving me five more spanks. He had taken his time, allowing the sting to dissipate slightly before spanking again. It was pleasurable torture. 

Now, he was rubbing my heated skin with his hand, soothing the multiple red hand marks which littered my bottom. Slowly, his hand drifted between my thighs, and his fingers smoothed over my slit. 

“So fuckin’ wet from a couple of spanks. Ya liked all that didn’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question. 

I shifted my weight on my legs, moving my hips in hopes of his fingers grazing my clit. 

Percy just chuckled and took his hand away. I long desperate whine escaped me. “Do you want another spanking?” He asked and I shook my head.

“No, please. I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.” I was needy now and had no shame in begging.

“I don’t know if I should touch you, with you being a bad girl and all.” He stood back from me. I could feel his eyes roaming my body. 

“Please, I’ll be good, I promise.” I wiggled my hips shamelessly along the mattress, looking for any relief. 

“We’ll see.” He said. “Now, I think I want you on your knees, facing me.”

Listening to him, I pushed up from the bed and slowly slid my way down to the floor. The hard, unsmoothed wood of the flooring stung my knees as they held up my body weight. Setting straight, I peered up at Percy who was quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out of his trousers. 

I groaned at the sight of him. Long and thin with a harsh, angry red head. He held himself in his right hand and gave a few quick pumps before striding to me. “Open up Darlin’.” 

I obeyed, opening my mouth, and sticking my tongue out. The closer his cock came to my awaiting mouth, the more my mouth watered and my pussy clenched around nothing. 

He tapped the head of his cock on my tongue before slowly beginning to fill my mouth. I hummed at the feel of him, hot and heavy, something that I welcomed. His hand which was not feeding me his cock, buried itself into the hair at the back of my head, grasping tightly. 

When he was all inside my mouth, which I was barely able to contain comfortably, he leaned down and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck your little treacherous mouth.” The smile he gave me as I stared up at him with watery eyes made me shiver. With my mouth full, the only answer I could give him was a short hum. 

As he leaned back up, satisfied with my agreement, he began to move his hips slowly, bringing his cock in and out of my mouth. The hand which was in my hair tightened and pulled me along with his thrusts and they began to pick up. As he pulled his hips away, he pulled my head in the opposite direction before moving me back along his shaft. 

I gripped the skin of my thighs as he went faster and deeper into my throat. “Fuck,” He moaned out when I swallowed around him, my throat constricting around his sensitive head. “Just like that Darlin’.” He fucked into me deeper. 

The noises the wetness of him thrusting into my mouth made were more than enough to have what could equate to a waterfall of my arousal slowly making its way down my legs. I needed to be touched desperately, yet the pressure my squeezed thighs gave was minute and honestly only made things worse. 

My hands flew up to hold onto Percy’s thighs as he picked up speed again, this time going so far into my throat that I began to gag around him. He didn’t pull out much of them, opting to keep his thrust short and hard. I struggled to breathe through my nose as it was squished against the base of him, and my airway was blocked by his throbbing cock. Tears were falling from my eyes now as I struggled against him.

I swallowed around him a few more times, eliciting several deep groans from above me. Then, when I felt myself becoming slightly lightheaded, he pulled completely out of me, slapping either side of my face with his wet cock.  Before letting his seed spill into my still open mouth. When he was through, I closed my mouth, swallowing down everything he had given me.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath and my hands still held onto Percy’s legs as he pets my hair soothingly. 

“Okay, I guess you have earned my touch now.” He says, helping me stand on shaky feet. “Lay back on the bed.” 

“Thank you.” I sighed falling onto the mattress, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

“I wouldn’t be thanking me yet Darlin, this is still a punishment.” He began taking his clothes off. “I’ll touch you, but you aren’t allowed to cum until I say” 

The whine of protest that left my lips earned me a hard smack to the thigh. I was already so worked up that I had no clue how I would keep myself from orgasming. This was a punishment set up for failure, he knew it as well as I did and I wasn’t sure what he would do if I did fail but I was both excited and a little scared to see. 

The long fingers of his right hand traced lightly over the skin on the inside of my thigh, pushing closer to where I needed him. I bucked my hips when he pressed into my soft mound, hoping his fingers would slip, but he withdrew them just before they could graze my clit. I let out a huff of frustration. 

He placed his fingers back, this time, running them through my folds, fetting them and the rest of my cunt with the arousal which leaked from me. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me as he touched me everywhere but my pulsating clit. 

“Please,” I cried out breathing labored, hand reaching for his to bring him to where I needed. “Please Percy.” 

“No, you don’t get a say in where I touch you.” He pried his hand from my grip. “Be thankful that I am touching you.” 

I jerked my hips in surprise when he inserted two of his slender fingers into me. My walls immediately went to clamp down around them, keeping them inside. Percy moved them languidly, enough to give some form of sensation which drove me crazy. I needed more, I needed him to fill me up, pump into me hard and fast. 

I let out a ragged breath when he started to curl his fingers, massaging at the spongy walls of my cunt. His other hand was sliding along the outside of my right thigh, up to my hip, and then back down again. The soft sensation of his hand on my thigh mixed with the slow fluid movements of him inside of me brought me closer and closer to my high.

I bit my lip to keep myself from exclaiming to him that I was so close. Knowing that if I did, he would stop, not letting me cum, but as soon as I was about to tip over the edge, both his hands left my body. 

“Fuck,” I moaned in irritation. 

“I told you, no cumming.” 

After a moment's reprieve, his fingers were back inside of me, moving and a much faster pace. A moan erupted from me as he fucked his fingers so deep I swear I could feel him in my stomach. There were loud, wet squelching sounds every time his fingers moved in and out, I could only imagine how messy it was down there. 

At a particularly deep thrust, my back arched off the bed, as his long middle finger scratched at a sensitive place within me. The most guttural groan I could muster left my lips at the feeling as my legs quickly shut around his arm. 

Although his hand was now trapped, he continued to move his finger along the spot he had found torturously. I cried and shook, my abdomen hurt from clenching down so hard to try and not tip over the edge of my second almost orgasm. 

“Fuck!” I practically yelled. “Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum. Please- Ah! Please let me cum.” Tears were running down my face as I barely hung onto my orgasm. 

Percy didn’t listen to my request though. Instead, he stopped his movements entirely and pried my weak legs open to release his hand.  

“You’re doin’ so good Darlin’.” He whispered, hands soothing my skin, allowing me to catch my breath. Being brought to the edge only to be pulled back took a toll, I think he could see it in the way I shook under him. “How about one more and then I’ll let you cum, hum?” he asked leaning down to where he could kiss the bend of my knee and down my leg. 

Even though I knew it would be torture, I nodded, having eyes only for the eventual release I would be allowed. 

“Good.” He moved his mouth closer to my cunt. His fingers spread my lips apart, opening me up to him. “So fucking pretty.” He whispered to himself before he descends onto me. 

I strangled moan passed through my lips when I felt the searing heat of his mouth encompass my previously neglected and sensitive clit. My hands flew to his head to tangle in his hair, pushing him into me. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his tongue. 

Percy moved his hands from my pussy to my hips, stopping my movements. I whined in protest and received a harsh suck on my clit as a result. 

Lick after lick, suck after suck, Percy was miraculously overstimulating my bundle of nerves. After my first almost orgasm, I couldn’t keep the noises he was bringing out of me quiet, but now, they were as loud as ever. I could swear, even though we were three miles out from town, everyone could hear me. 

Tears were now a near constant stream down my face as I convulsed in ecstasy under Percy’s mouth. 

“S’too much.” I pulled at his hair. “Percy, please.” I needed to cum and I wasn’t sure if I could hold it this time or not.  “I can’t.” 

He let go of my clit with a sloppy, wet pop, before saying, “It’s okay, you can let go now.” Then, he went right back, this time, bringing two fingers to my entrance and punching in. 

With his mouth sucking and nipping on my clit along with his fingers simultaneously fucking into me, I tipped over the edge, finally. High-pitched cries, which I am sure were close to full-on screams of pleasure erupted from me as a feeling of relief washed over my whole body. 

I could feel the gush of wetness flowing from my cunt as Percy continued his movements. My body spasmed from exertion as the sheets below became drenched in my arousal. Slowly, Percy lifted from my clit and pulled his fingers from me, bringing them to my mouth so I could clean them off. 

My body twitched all over as I came back down to earth. I could no longer keep my eyes open or my fingers twisted in Percy's hair, so I just let my eyes close and my hands fell limply to the bed. 

Percy’s large hands gently moved me to where I was not lying in a pool of my own wetness and then covered me in one of our many quilts. He then laid down behind me, pulling me into his warmth. 

“You did so well.” He kissed the shell of my ear. 

“Mmm.” I hummed in response. 

“Now, I expect you to have learned your lesson. Next time I won’t be so nice and let you cum early, or even at all.” He gave another kiss on my temple. 

I snuggled further into him. “I’m sorry for embarrassing you.” I apologized.

“It’s okay Darlin’ just don’t do it again.”

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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. 

[mywritings-stuff]

you're not who you are to anyone. [edward nashton]

warnings: fights (yelling, calling someone psycho, pointing fingers), really big problems with communication, break up, twisted views about society

author's note: this is heavily inspired by good looking by suki waterhouse. yes I was supposed to write for my series but ended up writing a 1.3k blurb.

"i'm going to take a shower" edward announced and y/n only nod continuing to do whatever task she was doing.

as soon as he closed the door and the sound of water was present, she got up from the couch and ran to their room.

where was it? did he take it with him? no, she would've seen it... did he hide it? but it would've only make things worse!

her shoulders relaxed as she finally found it. now she just needed the password, their anniversary? maybe her birthday?

it ended up being their cat's birthday, but she passed through that and pretended to not feel a little hurt and she did her best to check everything quickly before he got out of the shower.

she knew she looked crazy going over her boyfriend's phone but can you judge her when edward has been acting so weird? coming late every day, never paying attention to her, always busy and working extra hours...

"they were by the beach, sitting on rocks, looking at the serene ocean and the purplish sky. listening to the small waves and birds chirping. 

"do you remember how life was before us?" edward whispered to y/n. and it felt like one of those moments when you realize you're not gonna forget the other person's answer.

"i don't even think i want to remember a time without you, edward." she smiled at him, not curious about the beauty of the ocean or the sky, but far more interested in edward's eyes and his little grin.

"well, do you?" she asked and her heart skipped a beat, anxious for the answer.

he shook his head and put his arms around her shoulder, and edward smiled while he thought how stupid it would be to put their love in words. as if something so sacred and pure could have any words capable of describing it."

"hey! what the fuck are you doing?" edward yelled behind her and she jumped, he had his towel on his waist and wet hair, clearly he has just gotten out of the shower.

she had his phone in her hand, looking at him with a wide-eyed gaze, mentally cursing herself for being caught.

"it's nothing!" her voice went a tone higher than usual, trying her best to defend herself even if she knew that she had already dug her own grave. maybe that was it, the last straw. the end of everything.

"nothing? i turn my back for a second and when i come back my psycho girlfriend is looking at my phone? god, y/n, have you gone insane!" he shouted as he got his face close to her, tapping her in the head on the last sentence.

"sometimes i wonder if we're the same person." edward said in y/n's ear as they read a book together, to be honest, he wouldn't even be able to say what the book was about, he was far more intrigued in watching the way her eyes moved around the page and how she looked at him waiting for a signal that meant it was okay to go to the next page.

the thought was completely random, as he was taking in her presence he realized he must've imagined her, there was no way another human being was capable of making him feel the calmness he only gets when he's truly alone.

"shut up, i'm trying to read" she giggled and playfully rolled her eyes."

"oh please! you act as if i'm the only crazy one! you are the one that makes me like this edward!" she yelled while pointing her finger at him.

"don't you fucking dare to blame me!" from there it all just felt like a competition: who yells louder wins! of course, edward easily won, he was not the one looking into his girlfriend's phone. 

so she went to sleep without him, on the couch. she knew she was in the wrong but that doesn't mean he was in the right. she cried herself to sleep with the memories of the old relationship they had and to think that not long ago edward would hug her and say they should never sleep being angry with each other and now he was peacefully sleeping on the other room not caring about the eventual whimpers she would let out.

"it's for luck" edward winked at her while rolling the dice on her thighs, she only shook her head laughing at how ridiculous it was, and continued chatting with her friends.

"hell yeah!" edward and the boys clapped, apparently rolling dice on his girlfriend's thighs actually gave him luck as he won a stupid board game.

"told you, you are my lucky charm." he gave her a pack on the lips and continued to play whatever game was next."

the morning after the fight they didn't say anything to each other, only eating in silence. y/n blatantly stared at him, trying to figure out what the hell happened to her eddie, the one she fell in love with, not the one that left her crying in a cold room.

"who are you?" she whispered to him, catching his attention. he looked at her with teary eyes.

"i could ask you the same thing."

----

she was up late waiting for him again. she made a whole dinner, got dressed up, and he even texted her saying he would be there in no time. 

well, if no time meant never showing up he was correct. 

so she sat on the couch and forced herself to stay awake until he came home after his job if that was even where he was. 

"oh honey, what are you doing awake? 's so late..." edward said as he was taking off his shoe, rushing to the couch to hug y/n that was clearly fighting to keep her eyes open.

"waiting for you, eddie." and she sighed as she realized it was probably the first time she felt his hug in months. 

"you don't need to do that..." he said while trying to pick her up and put her on their bed but she stopped him.

"edward, we have to talk" and he knew what she meant. he knew what she wanted to talk about, but it was too soon for him to tell her the truth if he was ever going to.

either way, he sat beside her and waited for her to say whatever it is that has been keeping her awake at night, "edward, you've been coming home late every day..." 

he tried to pay attention to what she said, he truly did. but the past few months had been such a blur to him. with all the pressure on him to do everything right, to make all those riddles, to kill all those people, to expose all the lies. 

as the riddler he genuinely had a pretty busy life, it was getting hard to keep mundane things like his job or even his girlfriend.

"edward are you even listening?"

if she could only give him time to think... he could tell her but it would be against his plans. plans that took years, practically his whole life. no, he couldn't just throw it out. 

"edward nashton! can you pay attention to me at least once? we can't keep doing this if we don't communicate."

even if you don't understand, he is doing you a favor. cleaning the city so someone like you can live in peace. it infuriated him that you couldn't see what he was doing. how noble of him to expose all those rats.

"you're right. we can't keep this."

it broke his heart, but it was for the best. he was protecting you. from all the dirt that lay on that town, he was going to cleanse it all, and at the end you were going to be grateful.

[emmaaxomarie]

i know this is random but this is what i imagine texting these characters would look like: (edward nashton, klitz, & brian wilcox) 🥰

edward nashton:

he would blow up your phone, the average amount of messages you would receive from him in numerous texts in a row. spamming is his specialty!

“hey angel! xxx” (8:59 am)

“how did you sleep?” (8:59 am)

“have any good dreams?” (8:59 am)

“i missed you.” (9:00 am)

“gosh you make me so happy!” (9:00 am)

“💚💚💚💚” (9:00 am)

“why can’t i be with you every minute of the day. i hate being separated from you.” (9:00 am)

“(y/n)? sweetheart? are you okay?” (9:01 am)

“why aren’t you answering me?????” (9:01 am)

“hellloooooo xxxx” (9:01 am)

if you ever took a nap without telling him, oh dear god. all hell would break loose. this pretty much sums it up.

edward nashton <3 (30 messages)

edward nashton <3 (21 missed calls)

edward nashton <3 (3 missed facetime)

and when you do finally wake up.

“edward. i was sleeping.” (3:47 pm)

“OH GORGEOUS YOURE HERE!!!” (3:47 pm)

klitz:

good morning and good night messages are like routine for him.

i feel personally he’s the type of person who would send random memes or whatever he has in his camera roll.

ALSO expect a lot of embarrassing photos of yourself being sent from him.

“good morning <3” (7:01 am)

“i don’t want to go to school.” (7:01 am)

“can senior year go any slower?” (7:02 am)

“omg (y/n).” (4:25 pm)

“look at this photo i took of you in the lunch room today, fucking hilarious.” (4:25 pm)

“OH MY GOD KLITZ THATS AWFUL. DONT SHOW ANYONE THAT?!?!” (4:26 pm)

“… sorry already did love. please don’t hate me.” (4:26 pm)

“😀😀”

don’t even tell me i’m wrong because i know im right. he would definitely send you voice memos all the time! he finds it easier rather than texting.

klitz 👾 4 notifications:

voice memo 1 - 50 seconds

voice memo 2 - 1.00 minute

voice memo 3 - 23 seconds

voice memo 4 - 3 seconds

“klitz. why couldn’t you just text me this?” (8:31 pm)

“ugh i’m lazy, my fingers don’t type that fast.” (8:32 pm)

brian wilcox:

depending on the person he’s talking to, he can either take ages to answer or will spam your phone.

of course, with you. he spamsssss you like crazy.

and with the most random stuff too.

a lot of at work selfies being sent to you. possibly a little vlog of him making other people’s food but of course being disgusting with it.

briannn 🖤 sent you a video

“BRIAN!!! did you just spit in someone’s food????” (10:01 pm)

“uhhh.” (10:01 pm)

“yeah.” (10:01 pm)

“what’s the problem?” (10:01 pm)

“i don’t get paid enough to take this job seriously…” (10:05 pm)

since he doesn’t really have a lot of contacts on his phone, brian will lowkey take it personal if you don’t reply back quick.

“you hate me don’t you.” (10:34 pm)

“y/nnnnnnn” (10:34 pm)

“brian! sweetie! i’m sorry i was in the shower! i’m back!” (10:43 pm)

“HEYYY😍! i just remembered. i have a new deftones song to show you :)” (10:44 pm)

[skinalloverme]

so excited for danonation kinktober u guys have no idea

[babybluebex]

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You had one objective for the night, only one thing that Roy had told you to do: keep an eye on Simon. Make sure he stays in the hotel room. He could do whatever he wanted, but he needed to stay there. It was similar to how Roy was supposed to watch June; “Just make sure he stays safe,” Roy had told you. 

You stood next to Roy as he explained to Simon the situation, and as he gave the younger man a pin that said Hall & Oates. Wherever Roy had procured that pin in Salzburg, Austria was beyond you, but your boss and trainer often seemed to do impossible things. He had only briefly told you about Simon— how he was the genius who created the Zephyr, how he was just out of high school and smarter than any scientist employed by the government today. 

You had expected a scrawny, lanky kid that had nothing going for him. Instead, you met Simon Feck. Six feet tall, ginger hair hanging at his shoulders, wire glasses perched on a pert nose, with the most pathetic excuse for a mustache and goatee you had ever seen on a man. Simon had been quick to try to rectify some of the information that Roy had given you. “I’m 21,” he told you on the train, over the sound of the hydraulics pumping. “I don’t know why Roy said I was just out of high school. And I’m not as smart as he says. I-I did come up with the battery, that wasn’t a lie, but I’m not Einstein or whatever.”

On the train, you and Simon had gotten along. He had a small iPod stashed in his pocket and, once he was finished with gawking and admiring the train and speaking to the conductor in clipped German, you sat with him and, sharing his earbuds, listened to music with him. He was funny when a song he liked would come on, he’d bob his head and mouth the words, and it made you smile. Then, as always, June’s presence seemed to fuck everything up, and suddenly your own presence made sense. Roy was the muscle, and you secured the asset. 

But the hotel was calm, and there wasn’t a lot to do. Sitting in Simon’s room wasn’t very eventful; he sat on one end, reading and listening to his iPod (Hall & Oates, no doubt), and you sat at the other end, trying to watch television but actually watching him. It was dull, truth be told, and you sighed. You had left a little space between you and Simon, just in case he didn’t like you sitting too close, and he looked up from his book. His cheeks were just a little pink, almost like he had been outside and gotten a little sunburn, and he said, “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you told him. “Don’t worry about me. What’re you listening to?” 

Simon grappled with his book to retrieve his iPod, and he clicked the screen on. “Hall & Oates,” he said simply. 

“I figured as much,” you giggled, reaching out and playing with the pin on his shirt. “What song?”

Simon smiled softly as he looked down at where you were messing with his shirt, and he said, “Do you like Hall & Oates?” 

“Not as much as you do,” you told him, and you let your hand drop off and into your own lap. “But I know the big songs. Maneater, Rich Girl, Out of Touch, you know.” 

“You’re Making My Dreams Come True,” Simon told you. “I-It’s one of my favorites.” 

“That’s a good one,” you said, and you folded your legs up underneath yourself as you got comfortable. “Do you like all 80s music, or just Hall & Oates?” 

“Just Hall & Oates,” Simon chuckled. “Since high school. I’d be in my little lab, working on the Zephyr, listening only to them. It makes me feel safe, y’know? My mom listened to them a lot.” 

“I get that,” you told him. “I’m the same way with Elton John. It’s just comforting to me.” 

Simon nodded, and he pulled out one of his earbuds and offered it to you. Just like on the train, you moved close to him to listen, but something felt weird. It didn’t feel like the train anymore. Maybe because you were alone now, the energy felt different. Your thigh touched his with the proximity, and you watched his hand come down onto your thigh gently, almost as if he didn’t realize what he had done. That was the final straw for you, and you whispered, “Hey, Si?” 

Simon looked at you, silently prompting you to speak, and you pulled the earbud out hastily. You couldn’t. Roy could sleep with June all he wanted because he was Roy and he operated under a different code than you did. You could not do that with Simon. The heat in the bottom of your stomach betrayed you, though, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “I need to go,” you mumbled, but, before you could properly get up to leave, Simon grabbed your hand. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked. “You were fine a second ago.” 

“Yeah, I was,” you started. You couldn’t tell him that you had to leave because he turned you on. The smell of his soap was enough to trigger it, and you stepped back, away from him. “I-It’s not you, Si, I just, paperwork, y’know? Government entities run on paperwork.” 

Simon watched you with his big eyes, examining you, and he said, “I did something wrong.”

“No!” you told him quickly. “Simon, you did nothing wrong, believe me. Please don’t think you did. This has nothing to do with you.” 

“Is it because I touched your leg?” Simon asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no,” you said quickly. You sighed, your chest heaving with it, and you looked at the door, where you had last seen Roy before he left. “Okay, it kinda was that, but not how you think it is. I… Simon, you’re just really attractive, y’know that?”

He looked surprised to hear you say that, his eyes widening and his eyebrows raising, and he shook his head quickly. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbled, and you sat back down, squeezing his hand.

“I’m not,” you insisted. “Simon, c’mon. Your big green eyes and your smile, you’re just so cute. I kinda… My heart races when I see you.”

“Really?” Simon asked. He looked down at his lap, and, mumbling, he added, “People in high school used to…”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, Simon,” you told him gently. “That sucks. People kinda suck in general. I was teased a lot in high school too.” 

“Most people have their first kiss by 17,” Simon told you, and he pushed up his glasses. He seemed to have a habit of fiddling with his glasses whenever he was nervous. “And here I am, I’m 21, and I doubt it when a girl calls me pretty. It’s just… It sucks so bad, being hurt like that, y’know?”

“I know,” you told him. “I’m sorry, that really does suck a lot. I-I wasn’t teased like that, but… Fuck them. You’re better than they’ll ever be, okay? You’re a bigger man than them.”

“A bigger man,” Simon repeated. “That all means so much, thank you. But I can’t help but feel just so inadequate. You know what I mean? It feels like nobody wants me, and that shouldn’t hurt so much, but it does. It hurts really bad.”

You shrugged, squeezing his hand again. “”I think you’re handsome, Simon,” you told him. “I think you’re adorable, actually.”

“You’re just saying that,” Simon said, and you watched a flush come over his cheeks, accentuating the tiny freckles he had on his face.

“I promise I’m not,” you said quickly. “In fact, I’d really like it if I could kiss you… Can I?”

“You…” Simon began, his flush glowing deeper in his cheeks. “I’ve never—”

“I know, baby,” you told him. You gently smoothed his wild hair out of his face, and you watched his bottom lip tremble in anticipation. “That’s why I asked.”

Simon readjusted his weight on the sofa, and he shyly mumbled, “I… I really like when you call me that.” 

“What?” you asked. “Baby?” Simon nodded, and you smiled sweetly at him. You had figured that he was a virgin, but his blush made it all the more obvious that he hadn’t ever felt the touch of a woman. “Aw, you’re cute. Can I kiss you, baby?” 

Simon nodded quickly, his shy nature keeping him quiet and mellow, and you quickly moved closer to him. Your thighs touched again, and his hand landed on your leg once more, and that fire returned to your belly. It was stronger than before, now knowing everything you did about Simon, and suddenly a different fire emerged. You wanted to ruin this poor man. You wanted to help him explore and discover himself. You needed to. You carefully leaned into him and touched his burning cheek, and you gently pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth. You heard his beautiful gasp as his breath caught in his throat, and he whimpered, actually whimpered at you. “Please…” he whispered. 

“Please what, baby?” you asked. “Use your words.” 

Simon seemed flustered, and you almost worried that you had taken things one step too far, but he finally sighed, almost lovingly simple and soft. “Please kiss me,” he whimpered. “Please.”

You couldn’t help but oblige his begging, and you finally pressed your mouth to his. He was soft, and he sighed as you kissed him, and it made your heart melt. Your hand on his cheek titled his head a little so you could better kiss him, and Simon made a soft sound as he finally kissed back. It was obvious he didn’t really know what he was doing, but his inexperience was cute. His hands twitched next to his body, and you smiled into the kiss before breaking it. “You can touch me, if you want,” you told him. 

“O-Okay,” Simon said, and he pushed his glasses up his nose. “Umm, actually, can we… Can we stop?”

Your heart sank, and you quickly shifted away from him. “Of course,” you told him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—”

“Oh, no, you didn’t,” Simon told you. “I-I just…” 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “Are you okay?” 

Simon swallowed thickly, and he mumbled, “I-I’m just…” He paused and his blush grew deep, creeping into his ears and neck, and he added, “I-It’ll go away in a minute, I’m sorry.”

“What will go away?” you asked. “Si, if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s okay.”

“No, I do!” Simon groaned. “Y-You just can’t make fun of me, alright?” 

“I would never,” you told him, and Simon wordlessly took your hand and settled it on his pants. It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but then you felt him through his jeans. “Oh, Si. Are you hard?” 

“I-I said it’ll go away in a minute,” Simon stammered.

You chewed your lip for a moment as you thought. You definitely wanted to be able to help him, and he seemed like he would be open to the idea. “I could help you,” you offered. “If you’d like that?”

“Help me?” Simon echoed. “Y-You’d want to touch me?”

“Yes, of course,” you told him. “You’ve masturbated and stuff before, right?” Simon nodded, adjusting his glasses again, and you leaned forward and kissed him again. “Have you ever cum?”

“No,” Simon told you. "I could never make myself..."

“Oh, my poor baby,” you said gently, kissing him once more. “I’ll help you cum, if you’d like.”

“Yes,” Simon said, choking out his answer through a thick throat. “Yes, please, t-touch me.”

You took his hand and led him from the sofa over the large hotel bed, and you sat down first, kicking off your shoes and taking off your trousers and shirt. You figured he would be greedy for the feel of your skin, and you pulled him close to you and kissed him. You edged a little closer to him, pressing your chest to his, and you took his hands and settled them on your hips. “If you want me to stop, just tell me,” you said, and Simon nodded. “I’m gonna lay back and you’re gonna put your back on my chest, okay?”

His skin was warm against yours as he settled himself between your legs, and you took care to remove his glasses from his thin nose and set them on the table next to the bed. You softly blew on your hands, trying to warm them up for him, and you lightly reached around and touched his chest. Despite your gentle and slow movements, he still jumped, and you shushed him softly. “I know, baby,” you whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will.” 

“Don’t stop,” Simon said, his voice a little higher than before. “Please don’t.” 

“I won’t,” you told him. Your fingers itched in his shirt, tugging it up a little high to expose the happy trail of thin hairs on his belly, leading down to where his hard cock strained at his jeans. Carefully, you helped him tug his shirt over his head, and you kissed the side of his face as you discarded his shirt. He was incredibly thin, his chest pale with just the sparsest hair speckling his skin, and you gently smoothed your hand down his chest to his jeans. He sighed heavily, almost like he was comforting himself, and you kissed the side of his head again. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you whispered, and Simon shook his head quickly. 

“I want to,” he said. “I-I’m just nervous.”

“That’s alright,” you said. “I’ll be good to you.” You were quick to undo his jeans, and you snaked your hand inside his pants and down past his boxers to feel the burning skin of his cock, so impossibly hard. You sweetly kissed the side of his face as you withdrew your hand, and you pushed at his pants, trying to move them as far down as you could.

Simon got the message, thankfully, and he shoved his pants down his legs, kicking them off hastily. He seemed eager, and it eased you to know that he did really want this. Your hand lifted to his cheek, and you turned his head to look at you as you sealed your lips together again. Simon moaned softly, deep in his chest, and his hands lifted as he turned slightly to face you better. You expected him to go for your face, just how your hands were, but he quickly pawed at your tits instead. 

“C-Can I?” Simon asked, and you smiled. 

“Yes, baby, you can,” you told him, and Simon turned fully around and settled himself just above your tits, and his fingers worked to push your bra down. You went to help him, but he did it fully by himself, and his mouth attached to your nipple in an instant. You gasped in shock, but you still writhed beneath him when he sucked hard. “Oh my God, Si…Yes, baby, just like that. Do you still want me to touch you?” 

Simon grunted softly, nodding as he sucked at you, and you licked your palm before lowering your hand down to his cock again. This time, you wrapped your hand fully around him and slowly started to stroke him, and Simon’s mouth faltered around your nipple as he moaned.

“Good boy,” you whispered, smoothing his hair out of his face. Each stroke of his cock made Simon moan and buck his hips up into your fist, and you loved seeing the flush in his cheeks draw down onto his chest. “Here, baby, turn around,” you told him, and Simon gave a high whine when you tried to pull him away from your tits. “I know, baby, but I’ll be able to touch you easier if you turn around.” 

You almost didn’t hear what your baby said in response, something muffled against your tit, and you smirked when you finally understood it. “Say that again, baby,” you told him. “Because it sounded like you called me Mommy.” 

“M’sorry,” Simon said quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, baby, don’t worry,” you told him quickly. “I liked it. Call me that again.” 

Simon nodded quickly, and you swiped your thumb across the sensitive head of his cock to elicit a sound from him. Thankfully, he did as you wanted, and his words came in a mumble as he keened back against you: “Mommy, please…” 

“I will, sweet boy,” you told him, kissing his cheek. “Stop squirming, baby, let Mommy touch you all nice.” Your hand quickened on his cock, moving just a little faster, and Simon’s head fell back onto your shoulder as he moaned again. His hands were twitching by his sides, obviously wanting to touch you somehow, and your free hand reached down to take his. Your poor boy already looked close to cumming, what with the way that his hips bucked up to meet your hand with every stroke you gave him, and you squeezed his hand. “Are you getting close, baby?” 

“Yes,” Simon whined. “A-Are you gonna—”

“Just warn me before you cum, baby,” you told him, soothing whatever anxiety he had, and Simon nodded quickly. “You’re being so good for Mommy, such a good boy…” 

“This,” Simon started, and he moaned as your thumb smoothed over the head of his cock again. “Th-This isn’t how I thought this night would go.” 

“Me too, honey,” you told him. “But I like the way it’s turning out, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Simon laughed, and you let go of his hand to turn his face so that you could kiss him. His mouth was warm, already used to the feel of yours, and, as he kissed you, you could feel his cock twitch in your hand. “Mommy,” he mumbled. “I-I think I’m gonna cum.” 

“That’s it,” you told him. “Turn around, baby, I’ll let you suck my tits while you cum.” 

“Can I…” Simon began as he hastily turned back around to face you, his eyes zeroing in on your tits. “Can I cum on them?” 

You smiled at his boldness to even ask, and you reached behind yourself to undo your bra, and you tossed it across the room. “Be my guest, baby,” you told him, and you dragged him down into a kiss. He was open for you, your tongue pushing into his mouth in an instant, and he moaned into you as his own hand started on himself. 

“I’ve done this plenty,” Simon chuckled as he broke the kiss, and you giggled at him. “Never thought I’d do it with a pretty girl, especially one who saved my life earlier.” 

“You’re welcome for that, by the way,” you told him, and Simon smiled as one of his ginger waves fell into his eyes. “Your hair just won’t stay back, will it? Got a mind of its own.”

“You should see it in the morning,” Simon told you. “It’s all flat and it’s everywhere, it’s not good.”

“Maybe I will,” you said, and Simon’s eyes all but sparkled as he took in your words. 

“Y-You’ll stay?” he asked, and you nodded. He huffed out a pant as he neared his finish, and he said, “Cool. I’d like that.” 

“Good,” you said. “You gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah,” Simon nodded. “And you promise you’re okay with…?”

“Yes, baby,” you told him, and you dragged him down into another kiss. “Please, Simon, I want it.” 

“A-And what would that be?” Simon asked, and you laughed. 

“Trying to be a little dominant,” you mused, and the blush in Simon’s cheeks grew deeper as he laughed with you. “Alright, we can try that.”

“Use your words,” Simon said, more of a caricature of dominance than actuality. “What do you want?”

The way that the same words had previously come out of your mouth made you laugh, and Simon smiled. “Cum on my tits, Simon. Please, baby, that’s all I want.”

“Good,” Simon mumbled, and his fist worked faster, hurrying to cum. “I-I’m… Fuck.” 

“Oh, you’re cursing now?” you laughed. “What happened to my sweet boy?” 

“Call me that again,” Simon said, his voice high with a whine, and you watched his legs and thighs jerk as he grew closer and closer. 

“My boy,” you told him. “Are you my boy, baby?” 

“Wanna be your boy,” Simon mumbled. “Wanna be your boy so bad.”

“You can be my boy,” you said. “If Roy gets to be with June, we can be together.” Fuck your code, you decided. If Roy could do it and not receive repercussions, then you could too.

“Yeah,” Simon whispered. “Oh, fuck, Mommy…” With one more tug on his cock, Simon’s mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut as he came. His cum spurted out in thick ribbons, landing on your chest, and the flush in his cheeks grew deeper still as he moaned. His breathing hitched in his chest as he gave you his release, and he finally fell down on top of you, exhausted and spent. You couldn’t help but smile in his mess of hair, and you kissed his temple. 

“Good boy,” you told him. “You’re my best boy, Si.” 

“Thank you, Mommy.” 

You were thankful that you and Simon were quick to shower and redress because, not even an hour later, Roy came into the room unannounced. Simon had fallen asleep in bed after his shower, wearing just his boxers and little white wife pleaser, and you had settled yourself back on the sofa, where everything started. 

“Anything eventful happen while I was gone?” Roy asked.

You shrugged, looking from the television to where Simon slept. “Nothing,” you told him. 

“What did you do?” Roy asked, sitting next to you. 

“Oh, you know,” you started, and laughed. “We fucked.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Whatever, you’re making fun of me, I see it,” he said. 

Then, from across the room, you heard the high whine of your best boy, and your body froze as he spoke: “Come back to bed, Mommy, m’cold.” 

[imagine--if]

Eddie seems like the type of person to get spurts of cuteness aggression for the reader. Like he'll randomly scoop them up into his arms in a bear hug and pepper their face with kisses because he adores them that much. It'll just randomly hit him how precious they are when they're laughing at a funny video or something.

A/N: Absolutely!! He just can't help himself and doesn't try to 😂 I did a headcanon and lil blurb under it because I couldn't decide between a hc or imagine 💚 (For everyone who's waiting for the next To My Hope chapter, so sorry for the slight delay!! I've just had exams every day this week lol, had to cram a lot in, but I'll definitely be updating on the weekend 🥰)

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

Warnings: Fluff, obsessive loving Riddler, he be a simp 😌

• It doesn't matter whether Eddie's ranting and raging as the RIddler, or just being Edward Nashton... he's still gonna be all over you lmao

• I mean, you could be doing the simplest thing, like reading a book or watching videos on your phone, you make the smallest noise or move an inch and his attention is immediately caught like 🥺😍

• Even if he's in the middle of talking to his followers in his Riddler get-up, he'll gladly take every opportunity to show you off if you cover your identity enough to keep you safe 💚

• You've learnt not to get started by the random times Eddie literally picks you up and hugs you as tightly as he can in his lap, head buried into the crook of your neck, wanting to be as close as possible

• He'll look at you like you're kidding when you ask him why, which results in an essay about how beautiful you looked and how he can't help it and you've not been hugging for ages

• And for ages he means, like, ten minutes 😂

• Edward really can't get over the fact that you're with him in his apartment, looking all adorable and distracting while he's trying to give his followers clues to his next target or do some other form of work

• If you choose to join him on some of the live streams - wearing a mask of some kind for protection - he'll just put you in his lap and smile approvingly at the excited chat

• Seriously though, this man's an amazing cuddler, they're always so warm and protective and impossibly close 🤗

• I feel like he enjoys babying you a bit when he gently scoops you up and kisses you all over, cooing at you adoringly and whispering sweet little things that make you smile

• Like, Eddie calls you little pet names like my sweet angel and princess and cute nicknames of your actual name while he hugs you and leaves trails of wet kisses on your neck and face 😚

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You smile to yourself as you feel familiar arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into him from behind you. One laugh at some stupid video, and Edward's suddenly beside you on the sofa, trapping you in a strong embrace as his hair tickles your cheek. His face nuzzles against your neck, licking and sucking at it as you hold back giggles at the feeling, letting yourself lean back into him.

"I love your laugh," his voice is muffled against your skin, and he lifts his head to bury his nose in your hair, taking in a deep breath and exhaling shakily. "I'll never fully understand how one person can be so... so perfect."

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[lost-in-sokovia]

how about a blurb of eddie and reader going on a really cute date? and maybe some suggestive things happen at the end of the date when they go back to the apartment? **only what you're comfortable writing, ofc**

tysm!! ur writing is great and i'm so excited for more cute auggie stories !!

THIS ASK IS SO OLD, ANON IM SO SORRY😭😭 i hope you enjoy this, it came to me pretty quickly :)

sweet girl

warnings: cursing, suggestive content, fluff

the bakery was nearly closed, but you and edward managed to slip in just before 10pm. the lady behind the counter was obviously annoyed that two customers had weaseled their way in three minutes before closing, and you didn’t quite blame her.

you and edward were a panting and giggling mess, having just ran three blocks from the restaurant you were at to the bakery. eddie insisted that it would be faster than trying to catch a cab on a saturday night, and though the farther you ran the more you realized you shouldn’t have trusted him, him holding your hand and trying to keep you caught up with him was so much fun.

“can i help you?” the woman asked flatly after a moment. you and eddie walked up, still giggling and catching your breath. your eyes scanned over the display case, not much to choose from. it wasn’t like a bakery in gotham got much business to begin with, it was probably something someone had tried to start up to help “renew” the city. you and edward tried to support local when you had the budget, and he’d saved up enough to take you out to a cute little restaurant prior to showing up here. the bakery was lit up like a hospital, the bright fluorescent light bouncing off the white walls. the poor little place was rundown, very much in need of customers and attention.

“yeah, sorry, uh,” you tried to hold back your laughter as eddie held your hands and tried to silence his own giggling. “can i just have one of those donuts with rainbow sprinkles?” you asked. the woman’s eyes slowly slid over to edward, her head tilting as well.

“and you?”

“j-just one of those turnover-looking things,” eddie mumbled out, clearing his throat. the woman sighed and turned around to the display case, grabbing your items.

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“she definitely thought we were drunk,” you laughed to your boyfriend as the two of you ate your treats while walking back. edward laughed, taking a bite of his pastry.

“she must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, she definitely would’ve rather died than serve us,” eddie added. “i guess pleasant customer service is dead,” he sighed theatrically. you snapped your fingers in mock disappointment.

“damn, i guess you’re right,” you played along. the two of you held hands and swung them back and forth as you walked, and eddie only let go when he had to unlock his apartment door.

the two of you walked in, you stuffing the rest of your donut in your mouth as edward turned on a few lights. you sighed, tired from the evening’s activities, but smiled at the comfort eddie’s apartment brought you. home.

you walked over to eddie and grabbed his hands, raising on your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“thank you for taking me out,” you whispered lovingly. eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you again. your hands flew up to cup his cheeks and he slowly backed you up to the couch, where you laid down and he climbed on top of you.

“anything for you,” your boyfriend finally replied between kisses. you wrapped your legs around his waist and he giggled. “your lips taste sweet,” he mumbled. you scrunched your nose, rustling the brown locks atop his head.

“i bet the rest of me tastes just the same,” you replied suggestively. you paused to take a look at your boyfriend’s pink and flustered face, pressing a kiss on his nose. “are you going to keep going?” you asked.

“y-yes… yes, sweet girl,” he stuttered out, his green eyes drenched with love-sickness as he dove back in to taste your lips.

[mytownhasariddleroad]

60 followers?!?! Y’all are the greatest! I really can’t express how much y’all’s support means to me. I really have been 100% down on myself for not being able to write well or liking “weird” characters so I’m super happy that there’s people who enjoy what I do. As always, requests are open! 🖤🖤🖤

More (Very Random) Eddie HCS!

He likes Across the Universe’s cover tune “Hold Me Tight”. Just seems like something that would make him happy.

This man watches 2000’s Disney movies in private. He probably has a dvd corner with Atlantis or The Road To Eldorado in the mix.

Definitely has a squishmallow or 2 on his bed. I can see him having the mouse or maybe even the dragon. Just something random that he loves.

I can see him having a sticker collection. Probably has amassed a rather large collection ranging from stickers from things like the grocery store or work stuff to just going to the dollar store or online from places like Etsy and Amazon to get the books of stickers or cool individual ones. He doesn’t usually use them so they’re predominantly in a folder or a binder.

He plays Animal Crossing. Can’t change my mind. I don’t even play AC but you can tell.

Eats Frosted Flakes and watches TV on days when he can slack a little on getting to work. It makes him feel like he’s got a bit more freedom.

May or may not have themed office supplies. I can see him having some random little office supplies from places like Daiso or an anime store near him. Just so he can have the occasional cute notepad with something like a corgi hanging out on it.

Sometimes he goes to Petsmart or PetCo and just looks at the fish in their tanks. He’s thought about getting a beta fish or some guppies.

He has a favorite pair of fuzzy pajama pants. They’re black and green and he’s had them for 6 years.

He was quietly a SpongeBob lover for a little bit when it came out. This is another thing I’ll fight anyone about.

And lastly, he feels like the kind of guy to really like the blue raspberry and green apple Juicy Drop candy. Especially the sour gel part.

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Thank you all again so much for your support! Hopefully these were fun and not too ooc, even for hcs. Love y’all and keep sending things in! Here’s a meme too! It’s not mine but it’s super funny. 🖤🖤🖤