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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐩𝐢𝐞��𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐯 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | "first time i heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room” pierre is your best friend and, when he asks you to teach him to dance, it’s hard to control your confessions. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | pierre bezukhov (bbc war and peace, 2016) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— oral (f!receiving), breeding kink, creampie, lovey-dovey mushy type sex 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i put out a poll whether my readers wanted pierre or percy smut first, and pierre won! also yes this is friends to lovers, and yes the title is taken from the great comet musical IM SORRY

“Dancing?” you repeated with a laugh. “You want me to teach you to dance?”

Pierre nodded quickly, adjusting the glasses that perched on his nose. “Just so that I can know how,” he said quickly. “I-I, we both should, as a matter of fact— you are soon to be married and I never learned how, and it might be in our best interests to learn some profitable skills—”

“You always did blather on, didn’t you?” you giggled.

“And yet you’ve never told me to stop,” Pierre said with a shy nod.

“Of course not, my dearest friend,” you told him. You had known Pierre since you were children— your father was a worker on one of his father’s estates, and you being just younger than Pierre meant you found a close companion in Pierre Bezukhov at such a young age— and there was always a small part of you that wished that, one day, you would be Pierre’s.

He was a fine man, educated and as quick as a whip, handsome too, and he didn’t let any of his opinions go to waste. You could hardly contain the love you felt for him, but it had been crushed when he went and married that Helene. You had assumed he had the same affections for you and that Helene was a fleeting fancy, but, even as you sat at their wedding, you couldn’t help but see only your friend, becoming nothing but that, all hopes of more banished. In the meantime, your father had been trying to distract you with army men, but none could hold a candle to your dearest Pierre. You held your hand out to Pierre, and you said, “Come, darling. Let’s dance.”

“You must understand,” Pierre began, gently taking your hand and helping you stand from your chaise. “I’m really not a good dancer. I step on feet and turn the wrong way, this undertaking is—”

“A chore?” you completed for him. “You always describe yourself as a chore, or a bore, or unwitty; when will you learn to compliment yourself as much as you do other people?”

“When I find something worth complimenting, I’ll do it,” Pierre told you, and you pulled him to the middle of the room. You were thankful that you were alone, although you couldn’t help but think of the very scandal of it all, you dancing with the married and bastard Count. It was just the sort of thing that Prince Vassily would eat up and spread among society.

“I know a few things worth complimenting,” you told him. “Here, put your hand on my waist, like this…” You gently took Pierre’s big hands in yours and settled his left hand on your hip, but you kept his right hand in your grasp. “And then our hands touch like this, and my hand…” You paused again to settle it on Pierre’s shoulder, and your fingers tickled the small curls at the base of his neck. “There. This is the position in which you dance, now you must— Pierre, dear, you’re not looking at me.”

He refocused on his gaze from over your shoulder back to your face, and a pink flush filled his cheeks. “I apologize,” he said. “I was only looking at…” He trailed off and gestured behind you, and you quickly turned to look at what Pierre saw. A mirror hung on the wall, ornate and fitting of the house, and you saw yourself and the young Count Bezukhov standing arm in arm. Your mind returned to that childhood thought, marrying Pierre and being together forever, and you smiled at the reflection.

“My, what a handsome couple,” you said teasingly. “Tell me, Bezukhov, who was that dashing girl you were waltzing with?”

Pierre smiled and rolled his eyes, and you took a careful step backwards, hoping that he would copy your movement. Thankfully, he did, and stepped forward hesitantly. You nodded, urging him on to lead, and he stepped with you to the side. His hand was tight in yours, looking at his feet, and you lightly touched his cheek. “Look at me,” you told him. “Your feet know how to walk by themselves.”

“Ah, but do they know how to waltz?” Pierre asked, his eyebrows raising in that way they always did when he was spouting sarcasm.

“You’re doing it now,” you told him. “Rather well, actually.” It was true; Pierre, in the small amount of time that you had gotten him to get out of his own head and focus on you, had taken to leading, waltzing slowly, like a dream. “Now, I asked you a question.”

“You did?” Pierre asked, his eyes going big behind his spectacles.

“Yes!” you giggled. “You must be able to waltz and speak at the same time; multitasking, you see? I asked you about the girl you were just waltzing with. Is that the beautiful Countess?”

The mention of his wife visibly upset your friend. You knew that Pierre and Helene’s marriage was a loveless one and, if rumours were to be believed, Helene had quite a reputation that put Pierre at an unfortunate disadvantage. But it was a question that would come up at balls and dinners, the Countess’s wellbeing, and, as much as it hurt you to remember that Pierre would never be your partner or husband, you needed to make him through it. “No, she wasn’t,” Pierre began. “She is my closest friend since childhood.”

“What makes her such a good friend?” you asked curiously, and you hoped that Pierre couldn’t feel your heartbeat jump in your chest as his hand moved and flattened against your back, drawing you closer by just an inch. You had danced with Pierre before, both as children and adults, but you had never felt this feeling before. You felt too warm in your dress and you worried a sweat might break on your forehead, and it became a labor to breathe right. What was happening to you?

“She shares many ideas that I do,” Pierre said. The way he was looking at you with his soulful green eyes, always honest and true, was not helping your sudden ailment, and, as Pierre spoke, you felt yourself getting lost in his gaze. “She’s been there for me in tears and anger, as have I her, and she’s as smart as any man in this room. She’s beautiful, and she’s funny, just a little mean sometimes—” you rolled your eyes, and Pierre smiled at his own joke, “I didn’t grow up with sisters, you see, and she’s the closest thing I have to one. I suppose you could say that the beautiful woman I was dancing with was my sister.”

Your heart dropped and your stomach turned, and you stilled as Pierre tried to continue to guide you through the dance. A sister. He thought of you like you were his sister. That was a fate worse than death! Pierre would never marry a girl he thought of as his sister. “What’s wrong?” Pierre asked, letting you fall from his arms. “Did I step on you?”

“No, you didn’t,” you said quickly. There was nowhere for you to hide, and you cursed at yourself as your eyes grew hot with tears. “Sister! Pierre, really?”

“What?” Pierre asked. “Why is that wrong? That’s how I see you.”

Suddenly, everything snapped into place like the worst puzzle. You were upset, not because he saw you as a sister, but because he didn’t love you. He loved Helene, a woman that you both knew was not deserving of it. He had never loved you, never felt any sort of affection for you. You were upset and jealous and angry, and you let your tears fall down your cheeks. “For so long…” you mumbled. “Since I was a baby… I should have been the one to marry you! Not Helene, she doesn’t love you! Pierre, you are the best man in the world and you deserve better than some heartless woman like Helene! And you’ve somehow never seen my affections for you! To be fair, my affections were unknown to even myself until now, but you should have seen it!”

“What are you talking about?” Pierre asked, bewildered as to where your sudden outburst stemmed from, and you sobbed.

“I love you!” you cried. “I’ve loved you since I was a baby, since before I knew what love was! I-I’ve always wished that I was your wife, that someday we’d get married and have children and be together, I always hoped for it, but… Nevermind all that. You haven’t seen it, so there’s no use explaining it.”

You began to leave the room, guilt and embarrassment running hot in your face, but Pierre caught you around your middle before you could properly leave. “Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered quickly in your ear, soothing you in the way only he could. “Listen to me. I don’t love Helene. I never did. I tried to, my God, did I try, but she’s… She’s not my wife.”

“Oh, stop,” you sniffled pathetically. “Your wedding was beautiful; I was there.”

“No, look at me now,” Pierre said, and his hand came up to capture your cheek gently and turn you to look at him, behind you, hugging your waist tightly. “Helene is not my wife. We’ve never… God— Excuse me, but you’ve heard worse from me— I’ve never laid with her. Our marriage is not complete. She’s had lovers time and time again since our wedding, but she does not give me the time of day… Or night, I suppose. But her reluctance and lack of love made me realize that I don’t love her.”

Pierre’s thumb gently stroked your cheek, wiping up your tears and bleeding makeup, and he gently touched his nose to yours. “Y-You don’t?” you whimpered, and Pierre shook his head.

“How could I admire a woman who doesn’t care for me?” Pierre asked. “Following her like a lost little puppy, no man should be resorted to that. I was looking into ways to annul the marriage, especially considering she won’t consummate it.”

“And?”

“And it’s allowed,” Pierre told you. “I haven’t told her yet, but she has no choice. And I know no better woman to try again with than you.”

“Really?” you gasped tearfully, grabbing at his jacket. “I-If this is one of your mean jokes—”

Suddenly, Pierre’s hand on your face captured your chin, and he pulled you forward to press his lips to yours. Nothing had ever felt as right as kissing Pierre did, and your heart burst at the taste of him. You dragged him closer by his collar, turning in his arms to press your chest to his, and he was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer.

He deepened the kiss, his hands holding you as if you would slip through his fingers, grasping at your skirt and bodice and wanting you closer. “I love you,” he whispered into your mouth, and you felt a sob pull at your throat. “I loved you then, and I love you now.”

“Why…” you started. You couldn’t help your tears now that you had let them fall, and Pierre gave a small smile as he helped dry them up. “How come you never told me?”

“You were always off doing something better,” Pierre said. “Reading philosophy or practicing your dancing or painting, flirting with all the princes that move through your house, I never thought that you would ever want to concern yourself with me. So, I pushed the feelings down and made myself forget them.

“Please always speak your mind around me,” you told him, and Pierre nodded quickly.

“Anything for you, my sweet girl,” Pierre whispered. “Shall we dance?”

You shook your head, sniffling and mopping up your tears as you laughed. “I’m afraid I can’t,” you told him. “I’m too distracted now, I’d never be able to get a single move right.”

“You were doing perfectly before,” Pierre said. “Better than me.”

“Anybody can waltz better than you,” you giggled, and Pierre bunched up his mouth as he jokingly hit your arm. Now that the tension and the hard feelings were gone, you felt no different in Pierre’s presence. It was just as you had hoped: no difference in how you laughed and joked, only now you could kiss and hold him without ridicule.

“How about a different sort of dance?” Pierre asked softly, taking your hands in his.

“I don’t know many others,” you told him. “The waltz is where my strengths lie.”

“No, no, my darling,” Pierre said gently. His hands slid up your arms to your waist, and he drew you close enough to whisper in your ear, words for only you to hear. Of course, if someone were to walk in the room, Pierre even whispering and holding you like that would clue the passerby into what he was whispering, but the exact words were meant to carve only into you. “I want to make sure this marriage is real. How would you like to consummate it now?”

“Now?” you echoed. “Pierre! You brute!”

“I’m sorry, my girl,” Pierre whispered, his hands lifting from your hips, worried he had crossed a line. “Please forgive me.”

“Nothing to forgive,” you assured him. “I only never thought I’d hear you speak like that to me.” Your mind was clouded with every aspect of Pierre, his look and sound and scent, but you couldn’t help but have a question. “Wh-What happens when the Countess finds out about this?” you asked. “She doesn’t seem the type to take well to you having a woman on the side.”

“She wouldn’t take that well, no,” Pierre said. “She told me I could, but, my God, I don’t know what’s a lie with that woman and what’s not. She’ll be incredibly jealous, but it’s her loss. If she wanted me to fuck her, she should have told me so.”

“I never knew you had such an awful mouth,” you laughed, shocked at his cursing, and Pierre smiled and kissed you again.

“Only for you,” he told you, his warm breath hitting your lips. “You make me this way when nobody else does or ever has. I feel like an animal, like I could own you wholly, have your body and soul, and that wouldn’t be enough.”

“That’s not enough for me,” you told him, and Pierre’s grip on you tightened once more. “I need to marry you. I need to fuck you.”

“God!” Pierre said with a smile. “My naughty girl, cursing so. What if your father heard you?”

“There’s lots of things my father shouldn’t hear,” you told him, and you tugged him by his hand towards the door. “This is one of them.”

“God, no, I can’t wait,” Pierre told you, taking his hand from yours and pulling you into the heat of his body. “Lay down; let me taste you.” Quickly, he directed you back to the chaise that you were on when he had first entered the room, pushing your discarded book aside to the floor, and he settled you on your back, your head steadied on the firm pillow. Before you could ask what he meant, Pierre was on top of you, pushing your skirts aside as he hungrily kissed your exposed neck. You had never seen him like this before, nearing frantic, and you quickly took a handful of his curls and tugged him to look at you.

“Calm down, my love,” you whispered. “I’m here, I’m not leaving. You have all night.”

“I know,” Pierre whispered breathlessly. “But I need you.”

“Then take me,” you told him. “Truthfully, I sort of like you like this. It’s a change from the calm and shy man I once knew.”

Pierre smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose, and he moved down your body, his hands and fingers gripping your flesh every inch of the way. He stopped finally when you reached your waist, and he shoved your skirts higher and higher until he had exposed you fully to him. It was an odd feeling, one you weren’t used to, and you tried to squeeze your thighs to hide yourself from his gaze. “Don’t do that,” Pierre whispered fiercely, and his strong hands touched your thighs gently, as if he was afraid he might hurt you or break you. “Let me look at you,” he whispered, and you watched as Pierre pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. His eyes were closed, as if he were savoring the moment, and, when they reopened, they were focused right up on your face. “I learned about this in France,” Pierre told you. “It shocked me at first, but I’ve always wanted to try it.”

You couldn’t even manage to ask what he intended to do before his mouth settled right on your cunt, and his tongue flicked out to lick at your folds. It all happened so quickly, and you grabbed at his hair as your hips bucked up into his face. You could see a wicked smile on your man’s face when you looked down at him, and he licked at you again, his tongue playing with you. A white-hot bolt of lightning flashed through your stomach, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your mouth. “Do you like that?” Pierre asked gently, his warm breath fanning across your cunt, and you nodded quickly.

“Oh, Pierre,” you moaned as he went in again, and your head fell back as he started quicker, licking and sucking at you ferociously. His hands grasped your thighs and held your legs open as they threatened to shut with the pleasure you were feeling, and his dull fingernails scratched at your bare skin. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you whimpered and whined for more. “Pierre, please—”

“Who knew you were so greedy?” Pierre whispered against your wet, throbbing skin, and he laughed. “Just wait, my love, you’ll have me soon. I’m nearly done here.” With that, he attached his lips to a sensitive nerve on you, and you squealed and your back arched up as he sucked hard at you. The lightning from before was nothing compared to the feeling now, and you covered your own mouth to keep from being too loud.

“Oh my God,” you mumbled from behind your hand. Pierre, it seemed, had successfully located the spot he had been searching for, and he flicked his tongue along the nerve, torturing you with the pleasure. “Oh my God, Pierre!”

“You asked me earlier about the woman I was dancing with,” Pierre said, and your frazzled brain could hardly remember the little game that you had instigated. “She’s my love, my heart and soul. She’s my fiancée.”

The name sent a shiver down your spine, and Pierre closed his eyes blissfully as he continued to eat your cunt. “Fiancée,” you repeated. “I like how that sounds.”

“She’s a wonderful dancer,” Pierre continued. “She’s brilliantly smart and the most beautiful woman in the world. And you wouldn’t believe how delicious her cunt tastes.”

You breathed out a laugh. “You wouldn’t actually say that, would you?” you asked, your face burning hot at the salacious compliment.

“It depends who asked,” Pierre said. He sucked hard at your little bundle of nerves again, and you saw stars pop in your vision. There was a tight knot in your belly that grew more and more secure with each lick and suck Pierre gave you, and you pulled at his hair. “If it’s a mate from university, I might be persuaded into telling them what a fantastic fuck you are.”

“You wouldn’t!” you giggled, and Pierre pulled away from between your legs.

“I might,” he repeated. His hands went to his belt as he watched you underneath him, writhing for any friction you could get on your clit, and you smiled.

“You’ll keep the best of it to yourself, though,” you said. You reached out for Pierre, and he moved back up your body to allow your hand to cup his cheek. “You won’t tell them how desperately I begged for you to fuck me, or how badly I wanted you to fill me, nor will you mention just how terribly you wanted all the same.”

Pierre smiled. “No, my love,” he said. “That’s just for us.”

His belt came undone, then his trousers, and you couldn’t even bear to look at him. The thought of seeing his cock intimidated you, and you closed your eyes to keep from seeing him. Thankfully, Pierre didn’t dawdle, and he whispered, “Are you ready?”

You nodded, opening your eyes and focusing on Pierre’s face, lingering just inches from yours. You leaned up and connected your lips, and Pierre smoothly pushed his cock into you. The burn and pain of it made you wince and whimper, and Pierre gently stroked your face. “I know, I know,” he whispered soothingly. “I know it hurts, my love. But that’ll subside. Do you like it?”

Even through the pain, you could feel the inklings of pleasure beginning to form, that tight knot inside you already growing impossibly tighter. “Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, keep going, don’t stop.”

Pierre nodded, and he kissed you gently, holding your cheek in his hand as he swiftly filled you with his cock in one movement. Almost immediately, that same white-hot flash from before burst in your eyes, and your walls throbbed hard around Pierre’s cock. Now, it was Pierre’s turn to groan, breaking the kiss to hang his head in the crook of your neck. “So tight,” Pierre mumbled in your ear, and your skin thrummed to life. “God, you are a virgin, aren’t you?”

You nodded quickly and kissed the shell of his ear, and Pierre chuckled. “I knew it,” he said. “I knew it, you were much too sweet to ever have let an awful man inside you.”

“Only you,” you told him, and Pierre kissed your soft neck, his hands holding your hips in a bruising grip.

“Oh, am I the awful man?” Pierre laughed, and he scrunched his nose as he laughed.

“No,” you told him. “Not by far. But when you ask my father to let you marry me, he might pretend you are.”

“Your father likes me,” Pierre said, giving a soft grunt as he shifted his hips back to slide out of you, and he smoothly pushed himself back in. His eyebrows furrowed, and he added, “Your father does like me, doesn’t he?”

“He likes you as my friend,” you told him, and watched as Pierre’s hand came up from your hip to slip into the neckline of your dress and grab at your breasts. “Maybe not so much as the Count.”

“What, does he think me spoiled?” Pierre asked, and you nodded quickly. “Hardly. But I imagine I’ll get to spoil you just rotten, won’t I? Dresses, jewelry—”

“I don’t need any of that,” you assured him. He hit that spot inside you again with another thrust, and you gasped in shock at the feeling. Every single time, it was a different sensation, but you loved the surprise of it. The dull thrill of getting caught stayed in the bottom of your stomach, though, and, every time Pierre moaned, that dull thrill exploded. “J-Just you.”

“I’m getting you a ring,” Pierre said. “You cannot stop me from doing that.”

“I wouldn’t try to stop that,” you told him, and Pierre dipped his head down to kiss your exposed chest. His hand had snaked under the hem of your corset, and he tugged it down just a bit to expose your breasts to him. “Oh, God, imagine it, when you’re pregnant…”

The very notion of giving Pierre a child made your slick walls throb again, and you grabbed at the back of Pierre’s jacket. The knot was growing ever tighter and, if you weren’t careful, you were afraid it was going to pop and unfurl at any moment. “Do you like the idea?” Pierre asked, and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you nodded. “Getting all big… What will you say when people ask who the man you’re dancing with is?”

“H-He’s my husband,” you stammered out as Pierre quickened his pace. “The Count Bezukhov.”

“Really?” Pierre asked. He slid an arm under your back and held you close, and your shaking hands went to his chest to try to expose him similarly as you. The best you could manage in your frazzled state was to throw his cravat to the floor and open his collar, and the sight of his distended muscle on his neck was mouthwatering. You kissed at his soft neck, tasting him and taking in the feel of his rapid heartbeat on your lips, and he moaned at your lips and tongue dancing along his veins.

“Yes,” you whispered. You rocked your hips up to his to meet him thrusting in, and stars of genuine pain popped in your vision. But, as painful as it was, it only threatened that knot in your belly further. “Oh, yes, he’s kind and passionate, he’s so smart, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen… Ugh, he fucks me like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Does he?” Pierre asked, furrowing his eyes and tilting his head in faux-curiosity, and you giggled and nodded. “Say, what does this brute do to you?”

“He puts his mouth on my cunt,” you told him and Pierre’s big eyes grew soft at you saying that word. “He eats me up like I’m breakfast. He says he learned it in Paris when he was at university. And he makes me— Oh, God, Pierre, I feel so—”

“So close,” Pierre whispered, stealing the words from your mouth. Yes, you were so close to something, to the knot coming undone, and you worried about what happened when Pierre finally drew you to that. You knew that men were able to orgasm, but you had never heard of a woman doing it. Yes, you had brutes for friends that often laughed about it when recounting Paris and Moscow and the prostitutes they met there, but you had never seen it for yourself, so you didn’t know the truth of it. But, suddenly, it all became clear: yes, you were so close to your orgasm. It almost hurt, you were so close. “Me too, my love,” Pierre added softly. “Your tight cunt is going to make me cum.”

You bit your lip and tightened your walls around him, and his moan was high in his throat. You laughed at it, as did Pierre, and you took handfuls of his curls again. “Cum inside me,” you whispered. Your bodies moved together, having found a beautiful rhythm, and you groaned softly when he gave you another fuck that hurt, it was so deep. The smaller, pleasure-born stars were constant in the corners of your vision, and you tugged Pierre down to kiss you. “Oh, Pierre, give me your son, please.”

“I will, darling,” Pierre whispered. He kissed you again, his hands greedy as he felt up your legs, down your chest, feeling every bit of flesh that was available to him. “Just a few more moments…”

One particularly good fuck rocked your body back on the chaise, making the old thing creak underneath you, and you whimpered. “If my father hears—”

“Fuck him,” Pierre said quickly. “If he hears, he hears. I’m going to marry you, Goddamn it, I can do whatever I want. After all… I’m the Count.”

The reminder of who you were making love with was enough for you to moan and cum, and you dragged your fingernails down the back of Pierre’s jacket as the knot finally unraveled, gushing all over his cock. The lightning was back, making your hips rock and stutter, and Pierre laughed softly. “My most beautiful girl,” he whispered, lightly stroking your face as your body became sensitive. Every touch was like a fire now, and Pierre whispered, “Good girl, my gorgeous girl… Yes, just like that. How does that feel?”

Your eyes finally opened again, and you pulled Pierre into a kiss. You didn’t need to answer him; he already knew the answer.

“I’m…” Pierre began against your mouth. His hips snapped into you, then dragged out, then snapped again, and he gave another one of those beautiful high moans, and you felt him spilling himself inside you. Your whole body went warm at the feeling of his seed dripping inside you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You were his. All your life, you had wanted to be Pierre’s, and now you were. You were his girl, his future wife, the impending Countess. The name sounded nice on your tongue, and you couldn’t help but whisper it: “Bezukhova…”

“Yes,” Pierre whispered. “Yes, my darling girl. That’s you.”

#pierre bezukhov #pierre bezukhov x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #pierre bezukhov smut #pierre bezukhov fluff #paul dano smut #paul dano fluff #bbc war and peace #this show is a terrible adaptation of the book but it's a period drama with pining #and y'all know i love that

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Imagine yandere Eddie with a reader who is super shy/ polite and loves giving him compliments as a thank you when he's giving her smothering affection. Stuff like "I think you're pretty 🥺" and "I love cuddling with you you're really soft and warm"

A/N: Stoopppp it's too cute I CAN'T 😍 I did a hc and blub because I have more than one idea hehe

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

Warnings: Obsessive fluffy Riddler love 💚

• I swear, Edward won't be able to stop himself from stating the obvious and cooing adoringly at you like, "Oh, beautiful, are you shy? Don't go shy on me, angel...! I love you~!" and that just gets you more flustered 🥰

• He honestly finds it soooo cute and endearing, since Eddie's not the most confident person in Gotham (especially when he's not in his Riddler getup) and he gets to take care of someone who's perfect for him 💚

• The man babies you a lot, as in the way he speaks to you sometimes and showers you with affection; not at all in a degrading or belittling way! He just thinks you're so adorable and sweet and he has to protect you at all costs and he's so in love and asdbjkgs-

• Edward's super clingy and affectionate with you, always wanting to be touching you in some way whatever the two of you are doing. You've gotten used to him sitting down next to you and just picking you up to sit in his lap, or randomly giving you all his attention and initiating, like, an hour-long cuddle session

• Physical affection is one of his biggest love languages, and since his love for you is literally immeasurable, he has to show you every hour of the day 😍

• So if he just scoops you up into his arms and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while you're watching TV, and you mumble something shyly...

• Edward rests his chin on your shoulder and hums softly in questioning for you to repeat it, and you blush and say, "You- I think you're really, um, pretty..."

• Boy's stopped working. Heart eyes to the extreme. He might just die happily right then and there. A shy, sweet compliment from the love of his life? Yep, he'll take it!!

• "R-really? Thank you... that's so sweet, angel-"

• Eddie's fallen deeper in love, if that's possible, because letting him know that you like the way he professes his love and all in your own adorable way just makes him want to cry and kiss you all over (he probably has)

• I have a really cute scenario stuck in my head for this and I have to put it in a blurb right now-

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As usual, you're held closely to Eddie's chest from behind, sitting comfortably in his lap, his computer on yours. He's tapping away as he works on his website, neon green text standing out against the stark black screen. He hums the all too familiar tune of Ave Maria contentedly under his breath, while Edward's arms are around you and resting on the keyboard, your back pressed right up against his front, his chin on your shoulder. Occasionally, he dips his head down to leave absentminded kisses on the crook of your neck, and you soak in Edward's affections happily, nibbling at your lip hesitantly before you say it.

"I... I love cuddling with you," you say quietly, and immediately the tapping of keys stops as Eddie turns his full attention to you. "You're really soft, and warm..."

You stop talking in embarrassment as you realise what you've said but in the blackness of the computer screen, you can see how Edward's eyes have widened in surprise and adoration, the words now stuck in his head along with other little timid compliments you've given him.

"Oh, darling," Eddie giggles into your neck and sighs lovingly, rocking you gently in his hold as he wraps his arms properly around your waist. "I love cuddling with you too. Because I love you... so, so much..."

You're quick to move the laptop to the nearest table now that it's been quickly forgotten by Edward, who licks and kisses the skin of your neck feverishly, attempting to turn you in his arms to cuddle you properly. Within moments, you're trapped impossibly close in his embrace, and he eagerly kisses you deeply, moaning in satisfaction and tugging gently at your hair, mumbling breathless love confessions against your lips.

Yeah, you really love cuddling with Edward.

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sagexsenorita · 2 years

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klitz x dom gn reader( afab) where its like klitz thinks hes gonna top and reader turns the tables and ends up topping klitz. Tieing him down and riding him👁👁

Follow The Rules

Klitz x Reader // Klitz x gn!reader

This is a smut one shot based off the character Klitz from the movie Girl Next Door

Warnings: SMUT, bdsm, tying someone down, masturbation, handjob, fluff

Word Count: 3k

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Eli and Matt had been over at Klitz house for the past hour, arguing over what he should wear for the upcoming movie date. Klitz was sitting on the bed, daydreaming of your gorgeous body and perfect ass, he had seen you naked once before and he intended on doing it again tonight. He was going to make sure you always remembered this night.

What makes you think he’s gonna get laid if you put him in a striped shirt!

But then again, he never had a lot of luck.

As he tried on every one of the stupid outfits his friends shoved at him he started to worry that his idea how this was going to go wasn’t exat;y right. I mean he’d seen porn before, usually the girl just lays on her back, moans really loud for like half an hour and then you’re done. He knew what to do and he wasn’t completely worthless in the dick department. It’s just that you were so… you. Everytime Klitz was around you it's like he wasn’t in control of himself. He said the stupidest things, acted like a moron, and constantly tripped over his own feet. Your looks were one thing, he had to stop himself from staring at you for too long, but what really made him weak was your demeanor. Whenever you teased him, made him blush, or even got close to him Klitz felt like he was going to faint.

But tonight he wasn’t going to do that. Tonight he was going to show you how good he could make you feel. You did have a more serious sense of self but most people just layed back and let the guy do the work, he figured if things went right you would somewhat enjoy what went on. Maybe over time it won’t be so awkward. Klitz realized he was getting ahead of himself and checked the clock.

Ok guys time for you to leave

We haven't found your outfit yet?

You’re never going to find my outfit might as well give up now

Matt was eager to get going, he had the guarantee of sex tonight, he didn’t have to worry about a thing. Eli on the other hand had never passed up the opportunity to talk about sex.

We should spray some cologne on your dick

Eli, she's gonna be here soon. Please leave my house

Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're still a virgin 2 hours from now

Klitz rolled his eyes, he knew Eli was right but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

As Eli made his way out the house Klitz put his outfit together; jeans, a brown sweater, and yeah that's it. Putting an outfit together isn’t hard his friends are just stupid. Once he was finished folding and putting back all the clothes Eli yanked from his cabinets, he heard the doorbell ring.

As always he felt his stomach flutter and his heart sink, it's not that he wasn’t happy you were here. He just knew there was a chance he was about to enormously mess things up. When you said yes to this date he thought you were messing with him, that you must've thought he was messing with you. But you’re here now and everything has to go perfectly because you are everything he could ever want.

As soon as Klitz opened the door he was greeted with your bright smile, some of his nervousness wentz away but it came right back as soon as he saw what you were wearing. Your shortest shorts and his sweatshirt, his college sweatshirt that he left at your place a bit ago. You said you’d give it back, but this is much better.

Wow (Y/N) you look amazing

You smiled back at him, your smile got a little small out of shyness but you quickly snapped back to your regular self

Can I come in?

Oh yeah of course, my room is this way

Klitz led you up to his room, you could tell he was nervous, it was really cute actually. When you both finally got settled on his bed the tension in the room was high. He had only left the closet light on, he was planning to turn the tv on but you were talking about your day and Klitz just couldn’t stop losing focus. He was staring at your lips for a while before he realized you had noticed a while ago. Now you were both quiet, he was nervous but you weren’t, this is what you had wanted for so long.

As you thought of something to say you lifted your hand from your lap and placed it on his thigh.

Has someone ever touched you like this before?

His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, he couldn’t begin to imagine where this was going. His mind was blank and his voice was gone.

Your hand rested on his leg, your thumb slowly rubbing his inner thigh. Klitz quietly gasps, his glasses fall down his nose.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes

Klitz barely recognized his own voice, he was quick with his response, he said it without having to think. You could tell. Goosebumps erupted across his arms and under his legs, he shivered as your touch traveled from his thigh to his clothed cock, lightly touching, just enough to drive him insane.

Please (Y/N) I need to touch you

You smirked to yourself before you started to plant wet, warm kisses on his neck before you seductively whispered in his ear

Well, baby, that’s not going to happen

Klitz was fighting to keep his moans to himself but he was quickly losing that battle.

Why can’t I touch you?

As you pulled yourself away from him and sat on your knees on the bed you contemplated your next move. He looked so perfect, his hair was already a mess, at some point he unbuttoned his pants. He looks so desperate for anything, he wasn’t expecting this but it was all he wanted now. He was still sitting against the headboard, his eyes haven't left you once, he’d never felt so needy in his life. You were going to give him what you knew he wanted, what you’ve wanted for a while.

Because I make the rules, do you understand that?

Your stare felt like it was piercing his skin, your hand that was resting on his leg squeezed him tighter and he nearly felt his soul leave his body

Yes

Klitz croaked out his answer, his heart beat grew quicker in his chest and his legs were trembling in your grasp.

Are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?

Yes

All the lights in his room were off except the closet one, it was behind you, so all he could see was your silhouette. He didn’t know if it was scaring him or turning him on, he could feel your eyes taking all of him in. Klitz almost wanted to cover his face, your attention, your touch, and your power over him was too much. But before he could finish his thought both of your hands were gripping the backs of his knees pulling him closer to you. His back left the headboard and met the soft mattress, he was looking up at the ceiling by the time he realized what happened. His shirt had ridden up his stomach a bit in the shuffle, his happy trail made a small appearance which nearly made you lose all self control. In the moment all you could think about was how perfect he looked sprawled out in front of you. His eyes were wide and expressive, begging you to fuck him without even saying anything.

Fuck baby you look so perfect like this, I can’t wait to make you feel good

Just as you were starting to get lost in the beauty of his submissiveness you felt his touch against your thigh. It was light and cautious, he knew this would rile you up, that’s everything he wanted, or so he thought.

You quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it, your eyes found his and Klitz immediately felt his stomach sink. He should’ve just been patient. His cock throbbed as he anticipated your next move.

I was really hoping you’d be good for me baby. I was gonna give you everything you wanted

Klitz looked devastated, you mimicked his pout before turning your stare cold again.

Stay here, don’t move

You finally let go of his hand, it was red and sore but not as much as his cock was. Klitz was panting like he had just finished a mile, the tent in his pants was growing bigger by the minute. He had barely enough energy to look up and see you walking back towards the bed with his silk ties in your hand.

Wh-what are you doing?

I’m making sure you follow the rules from now on, you’re obviously too stupid when you’re this horny to listen to me.

You took notice of how much bigger his bulge had gotten since he saw the ties. He was speechless as you took the end of the tie and started tying it around the pole of the headboard.

Y/N i’m sorry for not listening to you i promise I won’t touch you until you say

The look in your eyes and the smirk on your lips made him nervous.

Baby you’re not gonna touch me at all, now take your clothes off

You watched intensely as Klitz shyly took off his sweater and kicked his pants away from his legs, with the light of the closet far away from both of you it was hard to see exactly what his face looked like but even now you could tell he was blushing fiercely under your gaze.

He gave you his left hand slowly, he really should’ve been patient.

Small quiet whimpers left his lips as you made your way around the bed, tying his next arm to the headboard was easier. Klitz gave his hand to you without hesitation, he was desperate and it showed.

You thought about tying down his feet as well but it was his first time so you decided against it. For so long you had been observing Klitz, noticing how much he blushed you when you touched or teased him. Your compliments made him melt and you noticed every time. You had fantasized about this for so long. If he didn’t notice your advances you would’ve quickly been discouraged but Klitz was more than happy to have your hands on him.

Once he was fully tied to the bed you finally turned your stare to his face, air puffed from his nose, he was anxious to get started and your attention on him was enough to get a reaction. He kept his big hands in fists that were squeezing nothing but air and his sweaty palms. Klitz felt frustrated, embarrassed, and euphoric all at once. He wanted your hands on him but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to speed up the process, and he really thought that he was going to take control? How was it that you knew more about him than he did? You had a hold over him that he couldn’t explain, not even to himself.

Your soft gentle touch met his face as you leaned down closer to him. You brushed hair from his eyes, his forehead was perspiring and his glasses started to get fogged up from his heavy breaths. His breathing started to slow and his eyes met yours.

(Y/N) please touch me, I need you right now, please. I’ll be good I promise just please please fuck me.

His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans by the time he finished his humiliating begging session, the embarrassment of his words was not leaving his mind.

The smile on your face was promising at least.

You’ll get what you want baby, but you better keep that promise.

He quickly nodded his head.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs before pulling down his jeans and boxers. Immediately his cock sprung up with precum leaking all over himself.

Fuck Klitz where have you been hiding this?

Klitz starts to stutter out an incoherent answer. You playfully rolled your eyes and suddenly took his cock into your warm grasp. His small whines and gasps filled the room, he tugged but the ties but they didn’t break as easily as he thought they would. You slowly stroked his cock from the base to the tip, you gathered saliva on your tongue and spit right on his head. Klitz moaned out loud and his hips twitched, your thumb swiped over his head spreading the spit all over cock. You started to stroke just a bit faster, you were planning on teasing him until he was almost crying but he looked so fucking amazing like this, his stomach was heaving up and down as you squeezed his thick cock tighter in your grasp. He could swear he was seeing stars up until your hand left his cock. Now your tits were in his line of view and the cold air of the room made him wince.

Holy fuck (Y/N) that was so amazing

His cock was harder than ever now, precum and spit covered his entire length and it was throbbing so painfully Klitz wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

Klitz glanced up to see you sitting back on your heels, making a mess of yourself with your own wetness. His cock oozed more cum at the sight of you touching yourself in front of him, once again he tugged at the silk without realizing he was still tied down. He flopped back down onto the mattress in frustration, which quickly turned to desperation.

(Y/N) please please-

Please what?

Klitz looked up to you with his big eyes, he didn’t want to say but he knew he had to

Please ride me

You leaned down and captured his lips into a passionate kiss, your hands cradled his head and face gently.

Only because you asked nicely, baby

Your hands left his hair and moved to his cock and torso, you positioned your lower half over him, he could only look up at you in awe as you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock. You both moaned loudly, the stretch of his cock stung but the heat that filled your stomach was so good, the tightness of you was nearly driving Klitz over the edge.

Fuck baby you feel so good inside me, do you like this baby?

Yes! Yes I do please ride me I need to feel you

You quickly obliged, pushing your hips forwards and backwards first at a slow pace. Klitz was in heaven, watching your body grind against his over and over again. He felt like he could feel into every depth of your body. His hips went up into yours instinctively, every time he felt as if he was going to completely melt into you. He was trying so hard to hold back all of his noises but he couldn’t.

You’re making me feel so good (Y/N)

You feel fucking amazing baby keep doing that you’re such a good boy for me

As Klitz’ hips continued to jerk upwards his moans got louder and louder, soon enough the neghbors would hear the both of you.

Do I need to put a tie around that pretty little mouth too?

Klitz turned his head into the pillow, his face was burning as was his stomach. He was struggling to hold back his load, the condom you had rolled onto his cock earlier was not doing anything to dull the mind numbing sensation of your tightness squeezing his cock so hard. This feeling was never going to be topped, Klitz knew, he just knew. As every second past Klitz was growing inside you, his tip was an angry red that kept rutting into you with hesitation, your whines that you couldn’t stop from leaving you were filling the room, your hands on his chest, teasing his nipples had him moaning even louder than before

Please (Y/N) i need to cum I can’t hold it in I need to cum inside you

Fuck that’s it baby you feel so good, cum for me baby cum in me youre so good for me

It wasn’t the delicious feeling of Klitz pounding into you that made you cum, it was watching him cum inside you that pushed you over the edge. His face scrunched up and his hands squeezed into tight fists. He couldn’t stop grinding into you for his life, his breathy moans filled your ears and his cum warmed you from the inside.

When Klitz finally opened his eyes all he could see and focus on was you, keeping his new soft cock warm inside you as you run your fingers up and down his chest. You didn’t want to separate from him just yet but if you didn’t do it soon you knew you never would.

Klitzy, baby, I’m gonna move now okay?

okay

How do you feel?

His big blue eyes met yours and that amazing smile that you love so much finally made an appearance

I feel great

You smiled back at him, your heart felt warm. You moved off the bed and started untying the knots, Klitz was happy to get his hands back, with them he immediately made a move for your tits

Do I need to punish you again?

Klitz could tell you were joking, still trying to hold out on him even though he knows he deserves at least a few gropes.

I thought we were past all that

At least let me get some panties on before you start grabbing at me

Just make sure you do it in my view

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning around and giving him a full view of your ass, you strutted into the closet lookng to find a shirt to wear. Your hear was pounding and you had butterflies in your stomach. He was going to be the death of you.

I hope y’all like this! Thank u anon for the great ask, I hope I did it justice! Happy May the 4th!

Comment your thoughts!

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mytownhasariddleroad · 2 years

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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. 🖤🖤🖤

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xxdedwolfyriddlerxx · 1 year

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Alex/barry jones headcanons!!

(I made this bc I absolutely love him. He's my sweet little baby. And these are sfw only and will not contain nsfw. Only sweet sweet fluff)

•he likes to collect little car toy models and shows you every new one he has gotten

• he loves to just hold onto you and likes to be by your side every second that he can

•his favorite places to go to are toy stores but he mainly loves the aquarium. He loves to look into the big window that shows all of the fish.

•he draws you cute little pictures. He always gets happy when you say you like them

•he loves to cuddle. But he does sometimes have texture issues so he can sometimes not want to cuddle

•he likes to get those little lego sets that are super easy and loves to show them to you

• he likes to watch what you do. In the kitchen? He's sitting there watching you make food or clean the dishes. In the living room? He'll sit on the couch and watch what you do. He's just a little observer

•he likes to go to petting zoos but is too scared to actually pet the animals (except the stuff like bunnies)

•he loves cats and dogs. When he sees a cat on the street? Immediately goes to pet it. But sometimes comes back to you sad and sometimes crying because the cat either hissed, bit, or ran away from him

•he get a nervous to try new foods so you have to eat it first to see that it's ok

•he gets super excited and happy when you get him gifts. Even if it's just a little toy car or some crayons

•at the end of a long day he likes to just sit and cuddle with you. Nothing else but Hugging under the warmth of a blanket

•he likes to do things that you do and sometimes copies/mimics what you do

These are just some of the Alex headcanons that I can think of. Alex is a sweet sweet boy that I love very much

#dano!alex jones x reader #alex prisoners #sfw interaction only #paul dano fluff #fluff fanfic #fluff headcanons

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r1ddlessy · 2 years

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brian with a reader who steals his oversized clothes

a/n:reminder that requests are open :)

"babe, where is my hoodie?"

brian's eyes narrowed at your shrugging, seeing the guilt painted on your face.

"one more time, sweetheart." he stalked over to you, arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your hips. "where is my hoodie?" his warm breath tickled the shell of your ear as he leaned closer. you swallowed hard before choosing to lie again.

"i don't know!" brian rolled his eyes.

"fine, we can do this the hard way." suddenly brian's cold finges were tickling every inch of your exposed skin. you begged for mercy between laughs but he refused until you revealed the coveted information.

"it's in the closet!" you said after gasping. brian smirked and walked over to the closet, pulling his hoodie out triumphantly.

"that's what i thought!" he laughed as he walked back over to you. he hugged you close and kissed the top of your head, slipping the hoodie around your shoulders.

"you can borrow my hoodies anytime, sugar." he teased you with the nickname often, joking you were the sweetener to his black coffee attitude. you looked up pouting.

"doesn't smell like you anymore..." you mumbled, incoherent as your face was mushed against his chest. brian's smirk turned into a grin at the newfound knowledge on why you stole his hoodies.

"i'll wear it for a week then, get it back to the desired state." he joked and you nodded happily. you melted into each other's embrace under the warm blanket of the hoodie and his comforting scent.

"what about your t-shirts?" you asked hopefully.

"now you're pushing it..."

#ramblings...to brian!✍️#brian wilcox x reader #brian wilcox fluff #paul dano fluff

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gar6agef1r3 · 2 years

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who else is horribly addicted to paul dano. i need a PDOA support group (paul dano obsessors anonymous). this can’t be healthy… or can it

👁👄👁

#paul dano nation #paul dano #paul dano is hot #paul dano my beloved #paul dano fluff #paul dano riddler #danonator #danonation

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cooler-than-ever · 7 months

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Paul Dano

coming soon

#paul dano fluff #paul dano #danonation #dano!riddler #dano riddler

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constellationsatnight · 2 years

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RANDOM JAY(okja) HEADCANONS

i could’ve kept going. i have had this in my notes for over a month and been adding stuff whenever i think about it.

warnings: swearing, mentions of animal cruelty (?), mentions of throwing up? idk

- jay is a neat freak. i don’t know why he gives me the vibe to just not be able to stand untidy and dirty things

- he irons all of his clothes, even his underwear.

- he comes from a wealthy background. my main man be talking like a boomer and wearing armani suits on his illegal activist missions, he grew up rich.

- absolutely hates that.

- he wears the suit because he likes to get ready with his 36 step routine and feels like the ALF really is his workplace so he gets ready as if he worked a 9-5.

- is punctual. like it’s creepy how punctual he is. never late never early.

- studied finances and political science

- got into animal rights because of a girl he wanted to hook up with and after hearing her talk for two hours he ditched her to start an animal protection organisation in his college

- there were three people at his first protest. two of them were his friends. the other one was an exchange student who liked him.

- but he didn’t give up, and flooded the cafeteria with red paint as a symbol for the massacre of animals.

- he went vegan in two days, threw out all of his leather/wool clothing

- got sick when he started to be vegan because you shouldn’t completely change your diet overnight.

- passed out twice a day but persevered because mans has passion

- also he’s, in a way, rebelling against his upbringing.

- he’s a white man after all.

- he gets in the ALF without being recruited.

- he literally just finds them and decided he was going to be a part of it.

- they were fine with it.

- he insists on creating his own team, going out and recruiting members himself.

- that’s why the team is a little bit distant from the main ALF

- he doesn’t care.

- he drinks his coffee very dark. mostly espresso, usually a double.

- drinks it like a shot.

- he actually prefers tea but will not say it to anyone.

- when he has a day off he likes to go to rescue shelters and volunteer because he actually doesn’t take days off ever.

- used to have a lisp.

- idk why but i think as a kid he did and he was so self aware that he insisted on going to a speech therapist every single day until it went away.

- that’s why he speaks very softly

- he is actually controlling all of his mouth muscles.

- (y’all idk this is very specific)

- moving on.

- hates kids. but he is surprisingly good with them.

- he’s the type of guy to be like ew a kid and then not talk to a single adult and play with said kid for two hours.

- until stains happen. he goes home then.

- first time an animal he was trying to save died he cried for two days.

- hasn’t cried since

- it kind of confirmed everything for him and he wasn’t going to waste even tears because of industrial farming

- one time he accidentally ate ham.

- threw up because his body was so unused to meat.

- but he felt so disgusting he didn’t eat for three days

- realised he really was not an effective and whole human being when he was starving (duh)

- so now he never goes on hunger strikes

- surprisingly good cook when he has time

- the hardest thing to quit in his diet were eggs

- he’s an annoying little bitch and i love him for it.

#if you don’t agree then ok #istg i need help #jayokja #jay (okja)#paul dano #paul dano headcannons #jayokja headcanons #paul dano fluff #danonation #okja headcanons #paul dano headcanons #the riddler headcanons #jay okja #the riddler

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smellydano · 1 year

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Hey so I was just wondering if you could do some kind of Joby Taylor fluff, like just reader and joby cuddling listening to blue oyster cult idk. I just need more joby taylor fluff in my life tbh, so I'm not really picky. Thank you 🙏🙏

a lil blurb for rn since my brain is mush

your sheets felt soft against your skin as you laid with joby, blue oyster cult’s album spinning on repeat in your cd player placed on your dresser. joby’s arms wrapped around your frame, he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. you flashed a small smile as you cuddled further into his chest.

~romeo and juliet, are together in eternity.~

“kinda like us.” he mumbled against your forehead, spreading more kisses across your face. you giggled, unsure about his words. “what did you say, baby?”

“y’know, it’s kinda like us. together for eternity.”

“together in eternity.” you smiled up at him, placing your hand on his soft cheek.

“whatever, you know what i mean.” he laughed, his hands wandering down to your waist. he pulled you on top of him, gripping your hips. your legs were around his, straddling him. it didn’t feel sexual, and that wasn’t his intention, for once.

you slowly crawl down to wrap your arms around his neck. his hands moved over your bum, rubbing gently. you started placing little kisses on his collarbone, trailing up to his neck. he groans, pulling you closer, if it was even possible.

“you’re the love of my life.” joby blurted out, unsure of how to say it without fucking up. you giggled at his random outburst, lifting yourself up to look at him, “well you’re the love of my life!” you exclaimed quietly, resting your arms next to his beautiful face.

you loved him no matter what.

shitty lil blurb SORRY! but i’m leaning more towards these because i can’t write long fics anymore (still trying tho LOL)

ty for reading, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

#paul dano #joby taylor #joby taylor fluff #paul dano fluff #joby taylor x reader #paul dano x reader #smellydanowrites #for ellen

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babybluebex · 2 years

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For the blurb thing, could I request the only one bed trope with either Jay or Joby? Thank you !

i'll do this with jay bc i have a full length joby fic in the works hehehe

You both stared at it, mentally trying to figure out exactly how K had managed to only get one bed. It was a hotel, for God's sake, how did he fuck up booking a two bed room so badly?

"You can take the bed," Jay said, and you looked at him, his big eyes and slumped frame, and you shook your head.

"Absolutely not," you told him. "You need it more than I do. You do more running around than I do, you deserve it more."

Jay shook his head in protest. "I'll be fine on the floor," he told you.

You knew that Jay was stubborn, having seen it in the field and in meetings, where things had to go painfully according to plan, lest Jay lash out in anger. This was a new level of stubborn for him, though, and you sighed. "Jay, if you're out of it, we can't do anything," you said. "You need sleep. Take the bed."

Jay stared hard at the bed for a few moments, seemingly turning something over in his head. Finally, he said, "We could share. If that's okay with you."

Your gut instinct was to say yes, but you held off for a minute. While you didn't want to seem too eager— even though you were, because Jay was hot and you, despite your better judgement, had a huge crush on the guy you considered your boss— you also didn't want to take too long to consider his offer, just in case he rescinded it.

"I mean, you really don't have to if you don't want to—" Jay started, and you shook your head.

"No, no," you said quickly. "It's fine, I was just thinking... How do you want to do this?"

You decided on being adults about the situation, no pillow wall or any sort of boundary, and you watched Jay get ready for bed as you climbed under the blankets. He looked beautiful in the dim lamp light, his hair falling in his eyes no matter how many times he pushed it behind his ear, and he dressed in a simple plain shirt and plaid-patterned pajama pants. There was something off about seeing him in such casual clothing, almost like he wasn't your Jay and was in fake some cheap facsimile of him.

"You alright?" Jay asked as he slipped into the bed next to you, and you nodded. "It's not too late to back out."

"It's fine," you said, and you busied yourself with turning out the lamp. "Don't worry about it. Sleep well." You laid yourself down, pulling the plush duvet up to your chin, and Jay stilled himself for a moment before turning his back to you and attempting sleep.

You weren't quite sure when Jay turned to face you, sometime after he had been asleep for a while, but you didn't fight when one of his arms creeped close to you and lightly nudged your hip. The touch was enough for you to turn towards him, and you lightly pushed some of his black hair from his pale forehead. He looked so young when he was asleep, so young and hopeful and not so jaded or serious. He stirred a little when you touched his face, and you watched his eyes flutter as he groggily woke up, only for long enough to wrap his arm fully around your middle and tug you close to him. His knee settled between your legs, and you pressed your head to his chest, and Jay mumbled, "M'cold."

"I'm here," you told him, and, boldly, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'm right here, Jay."

#jay okja #jay okja x reader #jay okja fluff #paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano fluff #bex's 4k celebration #bex answers #anon request

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imagine--if · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sagexsenorita · 2 years

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could i have a klitz x reader with prompt #14 (“ithink i’m falling in love with you.”)? or eli sunday with “we’re going to be a family”? thanks 💕

Our Children

Eli Sunday x Reader

This is a imagine based off the character Eli Sunday in There Will Be Blood.

This imagine is dedicated to the girl who stole 40$ out of my purse. Fuck you and your busted lip <3

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, Christianity

My Masterlist

Eli I think I have something to tell you?

You think?

I do.

Eli walked down the middle of the church, his head cocked to the side in curiosity. His small calculated steps towards you made you nervous but safe all at the same time. He wasn’t panicking like you were, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He had always been your protector, ever since you were both little he scared away the monsters, the mean boys, even the devils inside you that came when Eli looked too handsome. He was everything you could’ve ever asked for, when he asked for your hand you couldn’t believe it. And now the next chapter of your life was starting.

Okay tell me then, what is troubling you dove?

When Eli first mentioned having children it was surprising really, so nonchalant and simple. But you could tell he had put plenty of thought into it.

You were both standing under the palo verde tree. It had been planted by the town long ago before either of you were born. Eli had always dreamed of building his church right next to it, and now his dream had come true. But at this point he could care less about the tree. Out of all of God’s creations there was nothing he admired more than you. As you both watched the town children play in front of the church Eli felt a sense of calm within him. He felt deep inside him that one day he would get this, his new dream.

They’re going to be so beautiful

Who?

Our children

His words stunned you. Your grip on his arm that was resting at his side was just a little bit tighter. It's not as if you had been avoiding getting pregnant, both you and Eli believed that having a child was nothing short of a miracle, he’d just never been so forward with his words.

From then on things were different, every time you went into town the two of you came back with a new toy, rocking chair, etc. The both of you were more than ready for your family to grow.

And now you were standing in front of him, with news that you knew would shock him much more than it shocked you.

Eli I haven’t had my cycle in months, I went to the doctor, he said everything is fine, there’s nothing to worry about and that… I’m pregnant.

The wind blew through the open doors of the church, the warm breeze didn't help the perspiration gathering on your forehead. Your heartbeat was growing faster by the minute.

He didn’t say much, his silence scared you at first. You tried to remember all the times Eli had lay next to you, whispering into your ear about your future. So many years the two of you had spent planning your life. Together or separate the both of you had spent a long time thinking of your family that had yet to come. You both had already picked out middle names for all 10 children (in Eli’s fantasy). Turns out his silence wasn’t critical, Eli was just entirely speechless

Eli?

Pregnant? With a child?

Yes, I’m pregnant with a child.

Our child?

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at his genuine cluelessness. He was just spouting questions at this point, his excitement was getting the best of him, his ears were red and his hands were almost shaking as he held yours.

He was suddenly quiet again as you tried to meet his eyes, he looked scared, excited, and out of breath all at the same time. You remembered him looking like this when he was younger, he had just found a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. Its wings were flapping confidently and it gave out loud cries that let him know it was still okay. Eli told you that was the first time he cried happy tears, that was also the first time you realized you would always love him.

Eli gently placed his hands on your belly, a small bump had formed already, he had barely noticed before but now he couldn't keep his eyes off it. He finally met your gaze, tears pooled in his waterline and his face was exercising every muscle to stop from crying.

We’re going to be a family

And you’re going to be an amazing father

Eli could feel his heart filling up his entire body, the warmth of your love spread across his chest as he pulled you and your child into his arms. Nothing was ever going to make him feel better than this.

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mytownhasariddleroad · 2 years

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Eddie with an S/O with tattoos!

It was honestly something he probably didn’t think too much about. He knows and has seen a lot of people with tattoos in Gotham. But he’ll still be interested in looking at them if he’s in line or something.

If you start talking to him though, then he’ll start to take a big interest!

He likes that your tattoos really show your personality, what you’re into, and meaningful things during your lifetime.

If y’all get intimate, he’ll love to trace over the line work on your arms. If you have any tattoos that aren’t filled, he’d probably secretly love the idea of coloring them in. Wether or not he tells you that is up for debate though.

Will ask when and if it hurt with specific tattoos. He’s not trying to be annoying, he’s just curious.

I feel like that at some point, he’d want to get a tattoo with you. Something small and simple but that means a lot and matches you both.

If you let him, he’d love to draw some art up for you so you could get it tattooed!

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abrcmswrld · 1 year

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Talk to Strangers

Edward Nashton x Coworker! Reader

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Word Count: 4,951

Warnings: smut (18+ only MDNI), stalking, unprotected sex, angst and fluff and smut, a decent bit of tears, obligatory mentions of murder

Summary: You’ve warmed up to Edward despite his cold nature, but what happens when the puzzle pieces start to fall together and you can feel someone watching you in the darkness?

Authors Note: I actually tried so hard on this yall, I posted this to my ao3 page first so I am sorry if the formatting is all kinds of messed up on here :( This is my first fic i’ve posted since 2017 so I sincerely apologize if it’s meh, i also don’t have anyone else proofread my fics so i apologize for any errors i missed! enjoy!

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He's arrogant. Oh so arrogant, and you can't fucking stand it. You watch him every morning as he strides in, past your desk at reception, white button up shirt, clear framed glasses, shaggy hair that falls over his forehead . He's certainly not a hit among the office, so maybe you're not wrong in your feelings. Though your other co-workers generally regard him as a pushover- not a self-absorbed asshole. He's good at what he does, sure. He's earned his spot, but he often brings a shadow into the rooms he walks into. A presence that you can only describe as infernal.

You don’t know much about his story. You generally pride yourself on getting to know the people you surround yourself with, but he has never let you get close enough to find out. Maybe that’s why you find him arrogant. He thinks he’s too good to speak to you for more than two sentences related to files he needs you to fax for him. What you do know about him is that he’s been at KTMJ for longer than you have been- maybe 5 years more. You can still remember the first time you met. You were fresh faced and eager. Seeking validation, in desperate need of some stability.

You extend your arm for a handshake. His hands are slightly clammy as he accepts your handshake. And though you had greeted him with your brightest smile (might as well go all in if you ever wanted to be anything other than a receptionist) he hadn't smiled back. He'd kept a rather straight face as he gave his brief introduction. "Edward."

Now you have a sense of stability. Sure, the quality of life in Gotham is subpar and you still haven't received that promotion, but you make enough to live comfortably in comparison to others in the city. You try to count your blessings.

━━━━

You had already been having a shitty day. Your landlord had informed you of an increase in rent rates by slipping an envelope under your door. Sure, it sucked to be asked to pay more for an apartment that could be deemed shitty by any normal person with a pair of eyes, but it was the lack of communication that got you. Not even the decency to call your residence and tell you with their own voice. Just a slip of paper under the door.

But you tried to bring a good attitude to the office. You hate being the one to damper the mood. You would rather leave that to him. Always him. Never smiling back at you as he walks through the door, never meeting your eyes to acknowledge your presence, nothing. And you were used to that. It would be okay, if it weren't for the stack of papers that laid on your desk when you got in. Neatly stacked with a green sticky note reading "Need copies. -Edward" scrawled in messy handwriting. You immediately feel the flames rise into your chest.

It's a quick stride from your desk to his cubicle, stack of papers tightly tucked into your fist. You slam them onto his desk as soon as you reach it, and he raises an eyebrow at you in response. "What the hell is this?" He glances at the papers and back at you. "The copier isn't working. I wrote what I needed." You sigh, annoyed at the fact that he doesn't understand.

"You couldn't have waited for me to get here and brought them to me yourself? I would really appreciate it if you would treat me like a human being every once in a while, ya know, actually acknowledge my existence." You realize how dramatic you must sound, but in all honesty you've been thinking it for years, it was only a matter of time before it came out. "I needed copies. I didn't think my acknowledgement meant that much to you." He holds his hands out in defense, feigning that he actually cared if he had hurt your feelings.

"I think you think you're smarter than everyone else here." You plant a hand on the table in front of him as you crouch to his level.

He sighs and you can see the corners of his mouth twitch. "I do. Is that so bad?"

"It makes you an asshole."

He finally faces you.

"Better to be an asshole than to be an idiot."

His voice doesn't carry any malice, yet the words feel like a slap in the face to you. It leaves you scrambling for a response, opening your mouth only to close it a second later. Until you decide to merely respond with a nervous chuckle. Sure, you thought his response showed his ego, but you had to admit. He got you. He faces you once more at the sound of your light chuckle, green eyes meeting yours completely. "I guess you're right."

You catch the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

"If it means that much to you, I will greet you next time."

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And he does. Greet you that is. You find yourself talking to him more and more. Sitting in the break room with him at lunch, looking over his shoulder at the crossword puzzle he works on at his desk and giving your best shot at an answer, relishing in the furrow of his brows as he turns to look over his shoulder at you. He's an asshole. He's arrogant. But there's something about him that's drawing you in. Sometimes you feel like a fish caught in a net. All those moments he'd brushed you off and yet you find yourself repeating the little quirks of his soft smiles in your head. You hate the term "work husband", but it seems that Edward is slowly becoming the very definition of that.

You don't speak outside of the office, but you find yourself gravitating towards him when you're stressed. You tell him about your landlord and the reason you had gotten so defensive with him. He understood.

"It's a cesspool here. None of these people actually care about people like us, not the landlords, not our coworkers, certainly not the politicians." He had said in that moment.

As October rolls around and the leaves begin to fall, you find yourself beginning to bring two coffees to work, one for you, one for him. He always shows an appreciative nod. But the moment you start to think about asking him to actually go out with you for coffee is like being the fish pulled out of the water and accepting it's inevitable fate. You were gonna let him drive you insane.

You're sure of it as you are caught up in the nerves and find yourself softly grabbing his hand to stop him outside the front doors of the office. You quickly pull your hand from his. no doubt blushed a deep red. But he just stares, waiting for you to speak. You clear your throat. "I- um- Sorry, I was just gonna see if you had plans now." And it pains you the way he doesn't speak, just continues to stare.

"There's a diner on the corner near here. I think they have decent pie."

He loosens the tension in his shoulders and looks down. "Oh. I'm actually sort of drowning in... paperwork right now." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. God, you hoped you hadn't made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."

You quickly shake your head and let out a breathy laugh. "Oh no! It's totally fine, I probably have paperwork to finish too." You hope it hides the pang you feel in your chest. "I'll see you tomorrow." You swiftly turn and walk away before he can respond.

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But you wouldn't see Edward tomorrow. Matter of fact you wouldn't see him for the next three days after Halloween. You try not to let it bother you.

It's the beginning of a cold November, he's probably just sick or desperately needed a vacation. Or perhaps you'd seriously fucked it all up and he couldn't even stand the sight of you. You can't stop the deep sigh that comes from you as you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand. Embarrassingly, you ask Zach if he's heard from Edward. Not that you expected him to be particularly helpful. "Are you guys, like, fucking?" You are stunned and stammering your words. "Wha- No! No. I just worry about him."

"Look, I wouldn't worry about him too much, I mean the guy's basically a fucking recluse. When do you ever see him outside of here? Maybe it's good that he's somewhere besides here."

Still, there's no chance of you actually focusing on work and you find yourself aimlessly scrolling through news headlines, before one in particular catches your eye.

'Mayoral Incumbent Donald Mitchell, Jr. Murdered in his Home on Halloween Night.'

Holy shit.

━━━━

Edward is back at work after three long days, and despite your worry of his annoyance and anger, he is oddly elated.

It's the first time he approaches your desk. Leaning against it, coffee cup in hand, and flashing an awkward smile before asking, "So did I miss anything?" It leaves you a little taken aback, but it's a relief to see him approach you willingly after your last conversation.

"Um yeah, Zach was a total prick as usual- Oh! And our mayor was murdered."

He raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from the coffee cup. You feign annoyance, "No but seriously where were you? I started to wonder if that psychopath got you too."

He smiles. "Just sick. November weather and all."

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The first time you see the green mask you are in a huddle of coworkers around a computer screen.

'Police Commissioner, Pete Savage, Murdered. Killer Leaves Shocking Confession.'

"My God. What a sick freak." Zach interjects.

You can barely stand to watch. The video is hardly graphic aside from the disturbing voice of the masked man, but the implications of what happens when the video cuts off leaves your stomach turning. You walk away. Desperate for some space, but also desperate for a distraction. Edward sits straight in his office chair across the room. You hesitate slightly before striding toward his desk and leaning your weight against it. You can feel the sweat beading at your forehead as you lightly brush hair from your eyes. "Shit."

It's merely a whisper to yourself, but he turns his head to face you. For once his face shows concern towards you. Yet he still says nothing, only looks. Observant as always.

"Sorry. I needed to get out of that." You gesture towards the group of coworkers still huddled and murmuring among each other. He glanced back, before turning back towards his work. "The news?" He inquires quietly.

"Yeah. It's a little too much for me to stomach." There's a little pause as if he is hesitant to say anything before finally replying, "They were pricks. Don't you think they kind of deserved it?"

You straighten up, looking at him with shock. "I think they were still people with families." He frowns at you before you finally walk away from his desk to make your way to the restroom. You needed to get a grip.

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Edward apologizes for his insensitivity after work. You had stayed with him outside of the building long after all of your other coworkers had left. "It's fine." You refuse to look at him as he lights a cigarette and gets in a few quick puffs. You're being mean. But if you're honest the combination of his rejection and his comment earlier in the day had set you off. "And I'm sorry for last week." Only then you look up at him.

"I've had a lot going on, and it feels a little unfair to bring you into all of that."

"This feels like an excuse to let me down easy. It's okay if you just don't want to go on a date-"

The feeling of chapped lips on your own stops you mid sentence. He tastes of coffee and cigarettes and you crave more, but he pulls back quickly. His free hand remains at your cheek, holding your face in a gentle caress. "It's not an excuse. Things are just complicated for me right now." His eyes never leave your face. It's the best look you've gotten of them. Of him. His features are gentle behind shaggy hair and acetate glasses.

Something feels wrong and eerie in the back of your mind. Like seeing him this close gave you a sickening feeling of deja vu. Things were definitely complicated. The bags under his eyes were showing his exhaustion well, he had gone from elated to unwell since his return. He seems like a broken man, but he'd never let you close enough to find out why. You can't help but feel the connection, like he deserved a shot even if he didn't want it. Even if he thought he was smarter. Even if there's a side to him that could hurt you. You push down your feelings of uneasiness.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

"When you're ready."

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You're awake nearly all night the next weekend. Spending the entire time digging through news about the figure known as The Riddler, his possible next targets, possible identities, and most importantly all of the video footage he'd put out in the last few weeks. It's certainly not healthy. You generally steer clear of these sorts of things. Years of therapy had gotten you far and you would rather not ruin it by desensitizing yourself. But you can't help it. You find yourself going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole until you find yourself tuning into his streams late at night.

He speaks with such a confidence in himself. As if he has all of the answers, and is just waiting to enlighten the world. His followers are even more terrifying. They'd do anything for him. You wonder how low a person must be in life to resort to this sort of behavior. But, you're not a psychiatrist. Who are you to speak on these people. These strangers.

"We are going to cleanse this cesspool of city."

You slam the laptop shut.

Sleeping isn't easy after this sort of activity. You should've known. You turn on a show you don't actually care about to give yourself some sense of security in background noise. And soon you find yourself drifting asleep. It's not great sleep. You can sense yourself tossing and turning, but you can deal with it. Everything is fuzzy until you find yourself on your back.

Paralyzed.

It's not uncommon for you to experience sleep paralysis, but you've experienced it less after your time in therapy. You try to keep your breathing steady, trying to convince yourself that whatever you see is merely a hallucination.

Shh. Shh. Just breathe.

But the figure that appears is familiar. That's what scares you the most. The green coat and mask is horrifying as it inches towards the bed, and you can't scream. you can't move away. You can only watch the blood drip from his gloved fingertips onto your floor as he stares. Tilting his head at you slightly, as he brings a hand up to his head. You can hear your heart pounding and you are practically internally begging yourself to wake up. The latches on his mask pop open and you're horrified to find that the face underneath is so familiar. A slight smirk on lips you have kissed before. Blood dripping from a hand that you've held before. You try to scream. Tears falling down your temples until he is suddenly gone and you shoot up in your bed.

You can't hold back the cry that escapes your throat. It wasn't real, he's gone, and you're safe in your room.

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Until suddenly the safety of your room begins to feel a lot less safe. You hear it. The creaking of the floorboards at night, the slight tapping against the glass of your bedroom window. The slight squeak of leather rubbing and rustling together. You're too scared to open your eyes those first few nights. You'd rather be blind and take your fate than die in paralyzing fear.

But you know it's him.

It was never unclear what was staring at you in the night. Maybe the nightmares of the leather gloves touching your skin hadn't been nightmares at all. You want so badly to be sickened. To run into your bathroom to empty your stomach out of panic and fear. Instead you feel a strange mixture of annoyance and arousal in your gut.

He thinks he's smarter than you.

You find yourself playing into his games.Attempting to one up him. To show him you aren't scared of him. That you can keep up. You begin to deliberately change in front of your window. Letting lacy fabric hit the cold floor and standing just a tad longer, stalling before covering yourself back up.

You hope he's watching when you peel off your work tights. You hope he's imagining himself on his knees tearing the delicate fabric from your form, only to be blocked by a thin pane of glass. You wanted the upper hand.

You hope he's watching as you sink two fingers into yourself, thinking about crisp, white button ups and clear framed glasses.

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The next few weeks are tense at work. You heard the news of what happened to Gil Colson at Don Mitchell's funeral. Edward would walk in everyday, and attempt to greet you, only this time it's you who is short. You have a little hope that he can't see straight through you. But you can see it in the way that he looks at you that you're an open book. Who's to say that he won't just watch, but actually kill you to keep you from talking. But deep down you both know your lips are shut tight.

So you work through the days, just ready to get home. You can hardly stand to look at him. It makes you feel like you're an accomplice. A sitting duck for a man who probably doesn't even care about you, withholding a tip to the police because deep down you really do like him. And you had hoped he liked you too until things got complicated. Now you think it would just be best if he abandoned you right where you were. But he doesn't. In fact, he suddenly has more courage than you'd ever seen from him. It's evident as he catches you by your arm and pulls you into the alleyway beside the office after work is over. It's dark and you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared, but he kisses you like nothing is wrong. Like he has no clue. Like nothing has changed.

You pull away from him, wide eyes staring back at him. "Are you okay?" He asks quietly as he brushes a hand up your arm. You can't help the break in your voice. "I know, Edward."

He just stands and stares. "What?" You take two steps back. "You're killing people." He continues to stare. He drops his hand from your arm. The silence scares you more than anything. But he simply sighs.

"I think you should go home and get some rest."

And before you can argue he walks away with a quickened pace.

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So you do. You return to your shitty apartment and try to compose yourself. What would he do now that you said that? Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you had accused him of something he genuinely didn't do. But it didn't feel wrong. You sigh as the hot water hits your back. You had hoped a shower would help you feel refreshed, but for the first time in a while, it feels like a chore. You can't enjoy it, so you rush through it. As you step into your bedroom you stop in your tracks. The window is slightly ajar, a cool draft flowing in tingles your bare legs. And then you see him. The figure in the darkness of your room. This time you're not dreaming.

He's in your room. You're paralyzed. The position you swore you'd never let yourself be put in. He's got the upper hand.

He just stands there. A part of you wishes he would attack you. Kill you. Anything just to break the still silence. You realize you're shaking. You agreed to play his game and now you're trailing his lead, allowing yourself to be beaten.

"Edward."

It comes out as a shaky whisper, but he visibly takes it in as he steps toward you to close the distance. You can see his eyes crinkle at the corners through the green mask. He's smiling. And he reaches a gloved hand to your face, cupping one cheek. You can feel the warmth radiating from his hand even through the glove. So, he is human. The Riddler has a beating heart and flowing blood. He is not a cold, lifeless monster. His stoic frame you had become so familiar with at work was gone. He catches a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

He is terrifying.

"No more through the window. I'll be gone soon."

Before you can entirely comprehend the statement and it's implications, your brain forms the word that leaves your mouth. "Gone?"

He simply smiles again, this time reaching his hands behind his head to abandon the mask he had come in with, and there he is. Cherubic features glowing under the street lamp light that flows in from your window. "I watched you live for a month. I watched you eat, sleep, undress, touch yourself. But you knew that right? Otherwise you wouldn't have put on such a show."

You attempt to struggle away from his grasp in disgust at his words but he holds you tight in front of him. "But that's alright. I'll tell you the truth because I hate liars. I liked knowing that you were doing it all for me. I wanted nothing more than to cleanse Gotham, to give them true salvation, but you put a dent into that plan. You became a distraction that I foolishly indulged." The soft light is hitting his features just right. He looks like an angel in devils' clothing. And his tight grip is right back to a gentle caress. His hand reaches the small of your back and you're sucking in a shrill breath.

His kiss is soft, inexperienced. Much like the other times you had kissed. But he is treating you like glass that might break. You think it might be the first time you've seen him relax enough to be seen as a particularly gentle being. He's ditched his looming, arrogant behavior you're so used to just to show you his utmost affection. It's the first time you have seen him like this since the first time you had kissed.

But some part of you is burning. He's not your prince charming. You know exactly what he is capable of, you've seen it. You're not glass. You're not a damsel. This is a man who has watched you undress for him through your window for weeks. This is a man who has killed. And it shouldn't bring heat into your core the way it does. Perhaps it's the thrill of the danger.

You kiss him so hard that your teeth clash. It stuns him as his hand lifts from your body momentarily before finding purchase at your hips. He's inexperienced, but the desperation coming from both of you is enough to cover it up.

The warmth and weight of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. The little sparks of guilt and shame that flash in your stomach are quickly subdued by his nimble fingers caressing under your nightgown and up your thighs to hook in the waistband of your panties. You can't help the pathetic moan that escaped your mouth as he slowly drags the fabric down your legs.

"I wanted to do it right. Wanted to take you to that diner, buy your food, take you home, and act like I hadn't thought about fucking you into your mattress every single night."

It's almost strange to see him on his knees. He has built himself up to be godlike. You were sure he wouldn't mind you on your knees in front of him. Absolutely worshipping him. The warmth of his tongue swiping over you has your thoughts lurching, and yes, god, he is divine.

"But it would be wrong to pretend to be someone I am not. I'm not a liar."

You can't help but tangle your fingers into his beautifully unkept hair and pull. He is ravishing you. Sinking two fingers into you until you feel the heavenly curl right into the spot that makes you whimper. "Eddie-" He swallows your moans in a desperate openmouthed kiss. His fingers are working you open, you can feel tightness build in your stomach. Like a rubber band ready to snap. But it's ripped away from you as he pulls his fingers out of you and swiftly pushes you to the bed. The sounds of his belt buckle coming undone has your heart racing faster than it already was, your stomach fluttering.

He buries himself inside of you with no hesitation, no time to adjust. It hurts and his inexperience is noticeable, but the look of bliss on his face and his slight whimpers has you ready to cum before you've even started.

You're gripping onto the back of the green leather parka, reminding yourself of who you're with. Who you're letting fuck you right now. But those green eyes bring you back to all those times he'd flash a slight smile your way in the office. He'd try to hide it but you're the only person he showed fondness towards in that hell hole of a workplace. Thinking back to the night he had kissed you has tears welling up in your eyes again. He notices.

He slows his pace momentarily, letting his short thrusts turn into long drags. A gloved hand wipes tears away once again and you meet his concerned gaze.

"Does this not make you happy?"

Your hands move to cradle his face. A move that he's certainly not used to as his thrust halt for a moment in surprise. "I am happy. But what comes after this? Am I supposed to ignore you and pretend I know nothing about you? That I feel nothing for you?" He stops his movements completely now. The room has fallen silent apart from the heavy breathing between you two.

"I have to mean nothing to you. Momentarily."

You knew the answer before you asked the question, but it hurts just as bad anyway. You don't take your eyes off his. The Riddler's facade is cracking before your eyes, you can see his eyes becoming glossy. It's almost like he's turned into a completely different person. He kisses you. Deeply, but not rough. There's so much pent up feeling behind it, you could sob even harder. But you don't and he keeps kissing you as he resumes his movements.

You're not using any protection, but you're too blissed out to care. You crave that feeling of warmth. "Eddie- I-"

His hips start to stutter as he cuts you off and buries his face in your neck. " I love you- please God- just say it back to me. Tell me you love me." You hold his face in your hands guiding his gaze to meet yours again. "Edward, I love you."

That's all it takes for him to fall apart. His whimpers and cries are like music to your ears and the feeling of warmth as he releases everything he has into you is blissful. You both have to take a second to recover, foreheads pressed together. But eventually he rolls off of you carefully and tucks himself back into his pants. The silence is deafening. You said it to push him over the edge, but was it true that you loved him? The idea of falling in love with Edward was easy in your mind, in a perfect world the idea of settling down somewhere else and waking up next to him felt good. But this wasn't a perfect world. Edward killed people, powerful people, and the chance that he'd get away without paying for it was slim.

"I'm gonna turn myself in in a couple of days."

"Okay."

"You should leave Gotham. It's not going to be safe for you here. If the cops ask you're visiting a friend in Bludhaven."

His hand grips yours as he looks at you.

"I promise if I ever get out, I'll find you."

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You do as he asked of you. Got a hotel in Bludhaven and in the next couple of nights you watched the television endlessly, waiting to see his face. The night you finally did, you cried yourself to sleep, gripping the hotel sheets as you buried your face into your pillow.

But you held yourself together and did as Edward asked.

When the man in the bat suit showed up at your hotel door a week after the flood you give your best answers.

"I'm visiting a friend, but the flood has kept me in town."

"No, I didn't know him well, we just worked together."

"I mean he was a little strange, but I never thought he would murder someone."

“I would never have expected it to be him.”

"I hope he gets the help he needs."

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