#paul dano imagines

[therealbattleangel]

Finals Week - Klitz x GN!Reader

TW: Smut. It's mainly just smut with small little hints of fluff along with it.

(Requests Open !)

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It was finals week and it was safe to say that Klitz was stressed. He was spending every waking moment studying, scared that he could mess everything up in the last few weeks of high school. As this was going on, Y/N decided that they wanted to come over and hang out with Klitz. They knew how stressed out Klitz was and was hoping that their presence would stop him from driving himself crazy.

When they got there, Klitz greeted them at the door before leading them up to the bedroom where he went back to studying. Y/N tried everything to get him to stop. They tried to get him to eat with them and that didn't work, bringing water from the fridge downstairs for them to drink and Klitz ignored it. They even put on old Shark Week episodes that Klitz would have normally dropped anything to cuddle and watch with them but still, nothing. Klitz still had his face shoved in his books. At a lose, Y/N began to think. What is something that Klitz liked enough that he would stop studying? Not his favorite snacks or his favorite show, obviously… What else could there be? Y/N then slowly smirked before walking over to Klitz "hey, Klitzy" they said in a suggestive tone. Klitz just hummed in response but this did not stop Y/N from going through with their plan.

Y/N slowly sits down on the bed in front of Klitz before pulling both of his legs straight out so he was laying completely on the bed. Klitz looked up at them "what are you doing?" He said before seeing Y/N's eyes were filled with lust. They arched their back as they leaned over Klitz, slowly unzipping his pants. This caused Klitz to gasp and drop his book to the side "b-baby… What are you doing?" He said again. This time, Y/N giggled in response "oh nothing. Just… Relieving some of your stress" they said.

This wasn't the first time that Y/N and Klitz were doing something like this. They had already had sex a few times since senior year started but Y/N was usually the one getting pleasured by Klitz and not the other way around. Klitz had only gotten sucked off once before this so it was still a very new thing.

Y/N kept their eyes on Klitz as they pulled down his boxers as well, letting his member spring out at them. They then began to lick at his tip, causing him to gasp and moan in shock "Y/N, m-my parents are home" he said as quietly as he could. "You'd better be quiet then, baby" they said back before quickly taking him all the way in their mouth. Klitz had to quickly cover his mouth to stop himself from releasing a loud moan. It felt so good, he thought to himself. He looked down at Y/N who seemed to be having the time of their life watching Klitz crumble below them.

Y/N continued to bob their head and Klitz kept his mouth covered, letting out small gasps and whimpers as he tried to not make any noises. He then pulled his hand away for a moment to say "I'm gonna cum" before covering his mouth again, beginning to moan loudly against his hands. Y/N began to speed up before pulling away and jerking him off with their hand, sticking their tongue out before saying "cum in my mouth, baby." They continued to jerk him off until he released into their mouth, whimpering and panting afterward. As he was distracted, Y/N put away his books he was studying, making sure to mark all the pages before they helped him get his boxers and pants back on. They then curled up to him with a smile "how about we take a break?" They said. Klitz looked down at them with a smile before nodding "that sounds nice. Thank you, baby. I really fucking needed that"

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! This was one of my promised fanfictions that I was going to write today but it was the only one that I had any time. I apologize for that. I hope this was good enough.

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[comradebezukhov]

Enamoured

Pierre Bezukhov x f!reader fic

Word count: 2.1 K

Fic type: fluff, confession fic, friends to lovers

Warnings: brief mention of masturbation/sex, almost-sex, slight age gap (Pierre is 29-30 while reader is 21)

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Count Pierre Bezukhov is no stranger to love.

He is ashamed to admit it, but he has been enamoured with many women throughout his life. From the servant girl that took care of him when he was a child to the wife of the viscount that he stayed with in Paris, from the beautiful Helene to the young Natasha. Yet his love always ended in disaster, the servant girl left Bezukhov household after getting engaged to a man form her hometown, the wife of the viscount saw him as nothing more than a child, Helene divorced him for a Spanish royal, and Natasha will be married to Andrei in a month. It has occured to him that he was not blessed with the gift of romance by fate, and over time he has gradually accepted the fact.

Yet this time, he dares to hope that it would be different.

Princess (Y/N) Lebedev, the 21-year-old daughter of Prince Lebedev the diplomat, is an enchanting creature. You are currently staying with your father in Berlin, where Pierre will be spending the winter, as he has been requested by the freemasons. Prince Lebedev, a old friend of his father, has been kind enough to host him. The family has welcomed him with cordial familiarity despite it being their very first encounter, and Pierre is quite content with this little getaway after the war.

Right now you are sitting across Pierre at the dinner table. Your gleaming eyes greet Pierre's warmly as they do to anyone else's in the dining room, and Pierre couldn't help but smile back. There is something in you that makes his heart skip a bit, yet he can't quite name it.

The chatter in the room suddenly fades when Prince Lebedev speaks, “You know, it is hard to believe that my bright daughter has, once again, turned down a suitor.”

“Papa!” scolded (Y/N).

“It's alright darling, I'm just entertaining our guests, eh?” He continued. (Y/N)'s face turns a even brighter shade of red.

A little girl's voice is heard, “And who is it that (Y/N) turned down, Uncle?”

“You won't believe it,” says your mother, “It was M.Becker, Old Becker's second son.”

One of (Y/N)'s cousin gasped in disbelief, “That so? But why? Dear cousin, I simply do not see any imperfections in M. Becker. I understand that you are not shallow like some of us, who only care about wealth and looks (the cousin was looking at her own sister while saying that), but M.Becker, well, he was as clever as he is well-mannered. I can't understand why you would refuse him.”

You put down the glass of champagne before speaking, “M. Becker is a very fine gentlemen, that is for certain, by I just find myself incompatible with him and the air or arrogance that he carries with himself.”

“What about Duke William, the cousin of the English King?”

“Mama, he's 20 years older than me!” You say.

“Still, at this rate, your baby sister would be married before you,” comments the Prince, gesturing to his toddler daughter.

“Well,” interupts Pierre, drawing the attention of everyone else in the dining hall, “I am sure that for a young heiress like (Y/N), another eligible bachelor would be at your door asking for her hand in no time.”

Pierre glances around the room as he speaks, his face heating up as you give him a grateful smile.

“But she keeps turning all of them down! It is natural for a mother to worry, certainly.”

“Without a doubt,” Pierre replies, “but I believe that with her beauty and wit, she gets to be picky about the man she will spend the rest of her life with.”

Your face suddenly flushes as Pierre speak these words, and he can't help but wonder if there is a certain man that you are thinking of. Something hot burns in Pierre's chest, a mixture of jealousy and fear, but it is soon replaced by a hollow feeling of self-pity. Surely, whether you are in love with another man or not, you would never possibly want him, a divorced man who has nothing but his wealth.

The conversation is soon taken over by someone else. Pierre has finished another bottle of wine by the time the Prince urges everyone into the ballroom.

Pierre just sits in the corner, observing the circles of man and woman around him. He tries to keeps his gaze away from you, but it is an impossible task. Your ivory dress and the pearls in your headdress are literally shining in the candlelight. You look like a goddess, and he just can't help but stare in awe.

He notices that you seem to be under some form of distress as you stand next to your mother. No one is asking you for a dance, he realizes. This shocks him, but delights him even more, and he finds himself advancing towards you before he is able to stop himself.

“May I have the first dance, if I am allowed to ask for such an honour?”

The way your face lights up warms his heart, “Yes, of course!”

His palm is sweaty as he leads you to the dance floor, and he prays that you will not notice it.

“Thank you, Count, for saving me just then,” you say as the two of you waltz to the music.

He chuckles, his face flushing with bashfulness, “You are exaggerating, Princess. I only spoke the truth.”

You smile widens. He can feel his heart racing, “Still, thank you. You were the only one who hasn't told me that I should get myself a husband before I become an old maid.”

“Do not listen to them,” he says, his voice sincere, as he twirls you around the room. “I stand my ground, a clever, pretty young woman like you gets to be picky. You deserve the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth and nobody else.”

“You flatter me,” you giggle, the sound of your laughter is like music to his ears, “thank you.”

“You have been thanking me an awful lot tonight, Princess.”

“And you have been awfully kind to me tonight, Count.”

He smiles, and the two of you are silent from then on. Somehow, you look even more divine upclose, your smile radiant, your breath quickening as you dance. Oh how he wishes that this moment can be frozen in time, that the song will never end.

But it does, and Pierre just stands and watches as your newly married cousin approaches the two of you to ask for a dance.

He acknowledges your cousin by nodding to him as you give him once final tender glance. Your eyes lingers at you walk away, not noticing that you are in the way of a server holding several glasses of champagne.

The glasses fall to the ground as you and the sever collide and fall to the ground. Most of the liquid end up splashed onto the server, while one of the glass pieces has cut your hand.

“Y/N!” cries your cousin. He quickly pulls you up.

“Hold them for me, please,” he says, handing the gloves to Pierre as he inspects your wound. “We need to get you out of here. Count, do help me tell her parents, won't you? Excellent.”

Pierre watches, concerned as your cousin and his wife escort you away. He found your parents in the other end of the ballroom, and excuses himself as soon as his mission is completed.

He has considered checking up on you, but realises he does not know where you are, so he decides to simply retire for the night.

Your gloves fall out of his pocket as he undresses. He picks them up, the smoothmess of the silk making his skin sting. Only a small part of one of the gloves is stained by the blood which has already dried. They smell just like you, soft, refreshing and flowery. He lifts them to his nose and sniff them greedily, taking in and memorising your scent.

He grip on the fabric tightens as he allows himself to fall onto the bed. He quickly loosens his trousers, his hand quickg crawling to his crotch. A moan escapes his mouth as he feels the silk between his legs...

“Count Bezukhov?” a soft, feminine voice calls out. He must be hallucinating, he thinks, why else would you be in his room?

“Count?” the voice repeats, and he lifts his head to find you standing at his door, changed into a blue cotton gown, your eyes widened, shock clearly written on your face.

Pierre quickly realises what a horrid scene that must be, his private part exposed, your gloves being held around it. Shame overwhelms him.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N),” he mutters, desperately trying to cover himself.

“I was knocking,” you say, gesturing to the door with your bandaged hand, “but you didn't answer. Then I heard you cry out and I thought you were in danger.”

“Oh,” he says, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet your gaze, “why... why are you looking for me at such an hour?”

“I was wondering if you can return my gloves,” you say, your eyes darting to the silk, already stained by his precum. “But it seems that there are no need now.”

His face flushes even redder, tears begin to pool in his eyes, “Sorry, (Y/N), I was just— I am so sorry, I am ashamed of myself, I should leave immediately the next morning. You would never see me again. Do not think ill of me, no, feel free to be disgusted by me, I know that I am—but I am just—I—”

“Hush, Pierre,” you say, calling him by the name now.

“What?" He mutters, confused.

“I am... surprised, but I am not disgusted, not exactly.”

“But how...?”

He takes in a deep breath as you make your way towards his bed, locking the door behind you.

“Do you want me, Pierre?”

“I... What?”

“Do you want me?” you repeat, a smirk climbing onto your face.

He sighes, and whispers, his voice shaky, “Yes, yes I do, since the moment I met you.”

“Good,” you mumble softly, “because I want you too.”

“What? But—” you cut him off with a kiss.

His heart nearly falls out of his chest when you allow yourself to sit on top of him.

“All those men that I turned down?” you say, your lips touching his with each syllable, “I did it because of you. I was hoping that you would make a move, but since you didn't I thought you were not interested...”

“No, that is not true,” he says breathlessly. “I just... don't believe that I am deserving of your love.”

“Why would you think that?” You hold his face between your palms, “You are to me the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth. Always.”

“I... I still don't believe I am worthy of you,” he says, your warmth making his head spin.

“Then I shall prove it to you,” you says, before leaning down to kiss him again. You taste like wine and honey, he thinks, and he almost faints when he feels you gently bite his lower lip.

Pierre moans as your hand roughly rub his thigh. His is running his hand through your hair when he feels your fingers unlacing your own dress.

“Wait, (Y/N), not yet,” he says, pulling away.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You question with a frown.

“No, it's just that... it's not right for me to take you, right now.”

You pout and he just takes a deep breath.b“I should talk to your father tomorrow.”

“About what?” you ask, anxious that he is talking about leaving.

“Well, my dear,” he says, reassuming that air of seriousness that he had talked to you in during the ball, “We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I.”

“A full commitment is what I am thinking of,” he continues, “You wouldn't get it from any other guy.”

You open your mouth and try to speak, but he gently press a finger to your lips, begging you to let him continue, “I just want to tell you how I am feeling. Got to make you understand that I'm never goung to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and desert you, never going to tell a lie and hurt you.

As he seals the promise with a kiss, you smile to yourself, knowing that you have found a man who is never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna throw a marble table at you and try to kill you.

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[emmaaxomarie]

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

edward nashton:

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

“hey angel! xxx” (8:59 am)

“how did you sleep?” (8:59 am)

“have any good dreams?” (8:59 am)

“i missed you.” (9:00 am)

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

“💚💚💚💚” (9:00 am)

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

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

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

“hellloooooo xxxx” (9:01 am)

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

edward nashton <3 (30 messages)

edward nashton <3 (21 missed calls)

edward nashton <3 (3 missed facetime)

and when you do finally wake up.

“edward. i was sleeping.” (3:47 pm)

“OH GORGEOUS YOURE HERE!!!” (3:47 pm)

klitz:

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

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

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

“good morning <3” (7:01 am)

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

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

“omg (y/n).” (4:25 pm)

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

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

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

“😀😀”

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

klitz 👾 4 notifications:

voice memo 1 - 50 seconds

voice memo 2 - 1.00 minute

voice memo 3 - 23 seconds

voice memo 4 - 3 seconds

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

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

brian wilcox:

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

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

and with the most random stuff too.

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

briannn 🖤 sent you a video

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

“uhhh.” (10:01 pm)

“yeah.” (10:01 pm)

“what’s the problem?” (10:01 pm)

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

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

“you hate me don’t you.” (10:34 pm)

“y/nnnnnnn” (10:34 pm)

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

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

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[angelofthenight]

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

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[imagine--if]

A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

Wordcount: 1.3k

Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

✧༺ 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ༻∞ (message me know if you want to be removed. ghost blogs/dead accs have been removed.)

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[sweetums0kitty]

Good Things in Small Packages

Edward Nashton x Soft!Dom reader

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

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

Commission for @lovesickrobotic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#edward nashton #batman #riddler #paul dano #riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #edward nashton smut #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #the batman imagine #batman 2022 #the batman 2022 #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #edward nashton imagine #the riddler imagine #the riddler x reader #the riddler smut #the batman smut #the riddler #my writings #savvy’s fic rec

[420korn]

BY THE SEA

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

- no warnings!! maybe mild cursing

(dwayne x fem! reader)

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

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

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

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

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

“let’s get out of here.”

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

-🦇

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

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

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

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

“what?” he said with a grin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what do you mean?” you said confused.

“i like you.”

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

nothing…

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

“really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>🎱🐼📖

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

thank you for reading !! 🦈💤🤍

#danonation #paul dano #dwayne hoover x reader #paul dano x reader #little miss sunshine #dwayne hoover #fem reader #emo boy #dwayne hoover x you #dwayne hoover imagine #the riddler #jets

[thedanoriddler]

I want to put my head on his bewbs

#paul dano #love and mercy #brian wilson #danonation #I’m so sorry I’m going to hide again but #LOOK 👏🏻 AT 👏🏻 HIM 👏🏻 #I WANNA SNUGGLE HIM AND PAT HIS TUM TUM #the riddler #edward nashton #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #the riddler imagine #edward nashton imagine #edward nygma

[colorsofjun]

i made a playlist for all you dwayne/klitz/eddie/brian/calvin lovers + eli lol<3

(ALL THE LINKS ARE PINNED TO MY PROFILE!!<3)

….he’s so pretty i want to cry.

Should i make more of these playlist? Who should I do next?

#paul dano #dwayne hoover x reader #dwayne hoover #paul dano x reader #dwayne hoover x you #dwayne hoover fanfic #danonation #paul dano x you #playlist #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door #klitz fanfiction #klitzy #klitz fic #klitz is paul dano’s hottest role idc #klitz x you #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton fic #edward nashton x y/n #edward nashton #paul dano batman #batman2022 #brian fast food nation (2006) #brian x reader #fast food nation brian #paul dano brian #eli brooks #calvin weir fields #the girl next door eli #calvin weir fields x reader

[trashmouthjr]

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

#i imagine this is how they would interact if bruce wasnt in cosplay mode #im so lazy rn sorry guys #riddlebat #mlm moment <3 #the riddler #paul dano #paul dano riddler #bruce wayne #batman 2022 #i love robs face i could kiss him #au hc: bruce cant make eyecontact for the life of him #Edward Nashton #fanart #my art

[therealbattleangel]

Film Day? - Klitz x F!Reader (+ a little Eli)

Y/N: Smut. Smut with a little bit of plot and a little bit of fluff. Also voyeurism. Also talking about porn. Also Eli just being Eli

(Requests Open !)

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Klitz and Y/N had been dating since sophomore year of high school and it was now the summer between senior year of high school and freshman year of college. Both Y/N and Klitz got into Yale while Matthew went to Georgetown and Eli began a career as a porn director. But there was still two months until Klitz and Y/N moved up to Yale and they were planning on spending most of that time hanging out with each other and with Eli. They were all currently at Klitz’s house as his parents were out of town for the week. Klitz and Y/N sat together, cuddling as Klitz and Eli talked. They talked about the new movies that were coming out, the comic books they were currently reading and how life was going at the time. Y/N stood up and said she needed to grab something from her bag and walked off. She went up to Klitz’s bedroom and grabbed a tissue from her purse, blowing her nose before throwing it away and heading back downstairs. As she did, she noticed the room had gone quiet. 

She walked back in and tilted her head when she saw they were both staring at her “yes?” Y/N asked as she looked between the two boys “Um… Y/N, I-” Klitz began before being interrupted by Eli “I have an idea for you two.” Y/N slowly went to sit back down beside Klitz as Eli continued “work, right now, is a little rough. I don’t have anyone available to film for another month which could be really bad for me. And…” Y/N looked at Klitz before slowly looking back at Eli “and what?” She asked. Eli hummed “recently, Klitz has told me about how well he knows you and how well he… Pleases you. So I was wondering if I could possibly… Film you two having sex?” Y/N widened her eyes before looking at Klitz “you what? And… Film us having sex? Klitz!” Y/N shouted as Klitz raised his arms in surrender “what? I had to talk to somebody about it. And he’s our friend. I wanted to help him out. But baby, really, if you are uncomfortable with the idea, we don’t have to do it. We can just forget that this ever happened.” Eli then hummed “but if you did decide to do it, it would really help me out. And you both would get paid the same amount I usually pay my workers which is pretty good.” Y/N then sighed and stayed quiet for a bit before shrugging “fine but just, let’s get it over with now.”

They were now in the bedroom where Eli had set up a camera and some lighting, facing the bed. Klitz and Y/N were both only in their underwear. “If I had known that we were doing this today, I would have worn a matching set,” she said, looking down at her mismatched bra and panties. “Don’t worry. You won’t have them on for very long” Eli said as Klitz began looking through his closet, causing Y/N to tilt her head “what are you looking for?” She asked as Klitz pulled out two half masks “my parents went to Mardi Gras years ago and they picked up these. I was thinking that we could wear these so we can still kiss but our faces are mostly covered.” 

Y/N then smiled before pulling Klitz into a deep kiss. Little did Klitz know that he just made Y/N so much calmer. She was so worried about actually showing her face during the tape and Klitz just solved that problem. Eli groaned “come on, people. I don’t have all day” he said, suddenly acting like a real porn director. Y/N and Klitz put on the half masks before laying down on the bed. She then looked at Eli “what… What now?” she asked before Eli hummed “just fuck. However you normally do” he said with a shrug. Y/N nodded before Eli said “and… Action!” Klitz then pulled Y/N into a kiss, wrapping one arm around her waist and putting his other hand on her head, slowly moving his fingers into her hair and gently tugging. Y/N moaned against Klitz’s lips as they continued to kiss before they pulled away and Klitz started kissing all over her neck and her exposed chest. Behind the camera, Eli was biting his lip. He thought it was going to be awkward watching his best friend and his girlfriend fuck but for some reason, he found it hot.

Klitz then whispered into Y/N’s ear “can I remove your bra now, baby?” Y/N nodded eagerly before Klitz removed Y/N’s bra, exposing her breasts. He then began to kiss all over them before saying “I fucking love your tits, kitten.” Y/N moaned at Klitz’s comment and the feeling of his lips all over her breasts. He then began to suck on one of her nipples as he pinched the other, causing her to moan again, louder than she had before. Eventually, Klitz moved one of his hands down into Y/N’s panties. He began rubbing her clit before he lifted his head and smirked up at her “what do you want me to do now, baby?” he said in a teasing tone. Y/N whined “please touch me, daddy. Please~” Klitz then hummed “of course, kitten” he said before taking off her panties and putting his head between her legs, beginning to eat her out. Soon after, he began fingering her as well.

At the same time, Eli felt his pants growing tighter. He again, would have never thought he would be the guy that found his best friend fucking a girl hot but he was loving it. Seeing Klitz so successfully pleasuring a woman, making her make beautiful moans, was attractive, hot and sexy and he wanted more. He quietly unzipped his pants before sticking one of his hands into his boxers and beginning to stroke himself off. He was watching as Klitz continued to eat Y/N out, fingering her as he did. She then began moaning louder “daddy, f-fuck! I… I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum” she shouted before Klitz lifted his head “cum in my mouth, baby. Fucking cum on my tongue” he said before going back to eating her out. She then released in the other’s mouth, moaning loudly as she came. 

Klitz moved away from Y/N before pulling her into a kiss. He then pulled away before removing his boxers, putting on a condom afterward. He then pulled Y/N back into a kiss before he slowly lined up his member with Y/N’s hole. He then slowly inserted himself into her as she pulled away from the kiss, moaning loudly. He then slowly began thrusting into her as Eli began to speed up his own strokes. Klitz continued to thrust into Y/N as he kissed all over her body, leaving a few marks on her as he did. She then ran her hands into his hair, pulling on it as he began to speed up his thrusts. This continued until Klitz, Y/N and Eli were all close to cumming. Klitz continued to thrust faster and faster as Y/N screamed that she was cumming. He then pulled out of her and pulled off his condom, releasing onto her chest. During this, Eli also came but because of how loud the other two were, neither heard Eli. He then quickly adjusted himself before yelling “cut!”

Klitz and Y/N panted before Klitz stood up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom and two robes for both him and Y/N to wear. He then went back into the bedroom and wiped Y/N down before helping her into one of the robes. He then got into one himself before looking at Eli “man, guys. That was great. Alright now for the money” Eli said before Y/N shook her head “you don’t have to pay us, Eli. Really.” Eli looked between Y/N and Klitz “wait really? Great. Because I didn’t really have a lot of money to give you guys.” Klitz facepalmed “so you weren’t going to pay us anyways?” Eli just smiled “well I was going to pay you. Just… Maybe a few months ago” Klitz then began chasing after Eli. Y/N just watched, laughing even though she was still exhausted. She didn’t want to tell Klitz but she liked Eli watching them and was going to ask if they could do it again. That is if Klitz doesn’t kill Eli.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! This is my first actual smut so I hope it’s alright. Also this is not my idea. I read a smut recently with this prompt and thought it was fucking amazing and I wanted to have my own sort of version of it with a bit more background so not my idea, credit to the original creator.

#paul dano #paul dano fanfic #paul dano imagines #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut #klitz #klitz x reader #klitz smut #klitz imagine #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door #the girl next door x reader #eli brooks #eli brooks x reader #eli brooks smut

[dimepdf]

WANNA BE YOURS. + THE RIDDLER

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? summary. Working the night shift in Gotham City, where sociopaths and criminals are constantly on the loose, makes you concerned about your own safety. Until you meet a dull man named Edward, whom you enjoy teasing during your work shift. What's the worst that could happen? author's note. hey horny people! porn this time!

[ ❥ ] pairing. riddler x fem!reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 5.3k sorry again

[ ❥ ] genre. +18, PWP

[ ❥ ] warnings. language, manipulation, musty ass reader, reader being a discord mod, obsessive behavior, bottom!riddler, dense reader, incel Edward, awkward flirting, car sex, slight hand kink, unprotected sex, choking, dense reader, unhealthy relationship, corruption kink?

[ ❥ ] You yawned into your palm, your fingers reaching up to subconsciously adjust the septum piercing that dangled from your nose as your fingers went back to finding themselves tapping against the keys of the overheating laptop that was nested on top of your hip bone.

Your head was angled to sit up by the excessive number of pillows at the headboard of your bed as your eyes were tiredly glued to the brightly lit computer screen.

You wet your chapped lips, your tongue dragging along your lips before taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you scrolled through the discord channels of your active friend server.

You lived in Gotham your entire life. You were aware of the crime rates and all the bad shit that people would compare your city to, and honestly, you didn't blame them, as you were even too paranoid and filled with anxiety to leave your own house without being glued to the hip with your parents by your side.

You knew it was pathetic being a 20-year-old secret college dropout with a shitty night shift job at some diner just to help ease your subconscious mind of the seeping guilt you felt constantly mooching and freeloading off of your parent's funds. You were a grown woman yet felt so directionless, having graduated from high school. 

You sort of realized that people didn't care what you were truly doing with your life if it didn't benefit them or serve any purpose of entertainment. In your extended family's eyes, you were just simply the quiet cousin/niece that just followed orders from everyone, the cousin who was too spineless to stick up for themselves or got picked on and called a crybaby.

But what they didn't know was that you ruled another world, a world within the internet.

You were a very niche true-crime Youtuber, gaining your following from true crime compilations and edited documentaries on the sociopaths that caught the light of fame because they lived in your city.

You were Gotham's most adored faceless source of information other than the corrupted aired news that was controlled by the city. What people liked about you was that you were real. You didn't care about higher-ups or give in to the bribes of rich people trying to hide the criticism.

You were just another victim of your city's shit system and had used your channel to voice it. 

You welcomed the internet as your only safe space as the coded community welcomed you with open arms. You had actual friends and fans online and grew a pretty decent-sized community.

Of course, most of the "fans" were mostly just parasocial creeps with a fetish for criminals and tragedies, but it didn't matter because it wasn't like they could tell that secretly you were judging their lives since they didn't know your real name nor any information to discover your true identity.

You weren't undercover using an alias for the privacy of yourself and the safety of your family. 

Aside from the caped Bat who roamed the streets locally, you demonstrated yourself to be the most polished detective in the city. Your fans admired your ability to work safely in the shadows. Many of your parasocial fans even went as far as funding your lifestyle. Of course, you took all the gifts and money as the donations were very lucrative.

The amount that your fans would give wasn’t enough for the end goal. You aimed to move out of Gotham City and into a safer city. Also, in terms of your bad spending habits, you would find enjoyment in doordashing food from the comfort of your full-size bed.

You could count on your fingers how many times you’ve left the house in the last month, blessing the subscriber that funded enough money for you to have the high tech laptop that you could complete all of your blogs and edit videos on.

Aside from your family and the small number of coworkers and customers you had to tolerate, you didn't have much going for you outside of the internet.

You have to turn on your mic just to have any sort of social interaction in your life outside of your parents asking you to come down to eat dinner because all your friends are voices hidden behind stupid usernames.

A hum left your lips as you heard the annoying discord ping notification spam through your laptop speakers. You had managed to complete a small group of people into a more inner circle using the superfans as content mules, as they would commonly ramble about gossip that happened in the city like they walked the same streets as you.

As you opened the group chat and read the chat logs of your friends spamming links of a live streamer in Gotham going on a rampage. You never disclosed a lot of personal information with your internet friends. As much as they liked to believe, you didn't trust them.

The creeping fear that they would piece too much of your privacy together and ruin the persona of your only main source of income makes you shiver just by the thought of it. 

Your online username was gothicgrims, a play on words as your content was mainly about Gotham and its daily rising crime rate in the niche community of true crime.

You were the queen of the city news. Some of your blog posts even reached the modern news eye as they would use your blog as a credited source. Of course, the shout-out only made it harder for you to keep a low profile. You would take extra care that you wouldn't leave even the smallest traces of your identity anywhere in your words. 

Folktales: check this fucker out he’s planning something insane! 

Zobner: dude hes probably making a fucking BOMB LMAO 

gothicgrims: how is that funny? 

gothicgrims: he’s just another incel looking for the gotham news clout

Folktales: lol 

Marzbarz: yeah but are you gonna do a video on him?

Marzbarz: asking for a friend :eyestare:

gothicgrims: giving me something actually interesting to write about :yawn:

Folktales: yeah but his voice tho :lipbyte:

Zobner: not you being horny for another musty masked man on main 

Marzbarz: im tryna see what's under the mask :ughh:

gothicgrims: you all need serious therapy.

Though you were more serious in your comments, your friends were pretty dense and reflected most of your sarcastic remarks blinded by the power trip of you being a famous role model they looked up to, and you had admittedly gotten used to talking freely with your emotions to only the muggle group chat full of people.

cheeks puffed out as your cursor hovered over the highlighted link. You sighed, stretching your fingers before clicking on the link, waiting as your browser loaded the live streaming page.

Your brow furrowed at the contrast of neon green and dark background. You assumed the male was using his website to stream onto the platform, ticking off another mental red flag in your head as you quickly checked your VPN to ensure it was still active while logged in.

You sat up against your headboard, snuggling your back deeper into your pillows for a comfortable seat as the man on your screen seemed to be moving around as his camera shook the blur of his green mask, bloating the vertical screen as you pressed the volume key on your laptop.

Plugging in your old trusty head buds as you pressed the volume key on your laptop, bloating the vertical screen as you pressed the volume key on your keyboard, plugging in your old trusty head

The moment the man started speaking again, you tapped your volume keys a few more times to a higher volume as his gentle voice played through your headphones, a shiver of goosebumps running up your arms.

You placed a hand against your mouth, masking the embarrassed smirk from no one as you glanced at your bedroom door and jumped up from your mattress, shamelessly shedding your pants as you reached across your small bedroom and flicked the lock on your doorknob. 

A sigh left your lips as you crawled back under your blankets and tuned back into the stream, or more so, the male's voice once more.

You could tell he wasn't used to being in front of the camera by the way he uttered, but what piqued your interest was the pattern in which he spoke.

Even in his own company, he appeared nervous, but intelligent in the subject he was attempting to discuss.

Wait, was a fucking masked dork talking about making a bomb was turning you on?

As you traced your hands down your stomach, your fingers hesitated as they reached the material of your underwear. A wave of arousal mixed with shame washed over you.

The light poured in through the window. He sat behind a white blare that ate up half of the screen since he had placed the phone on the floor. The male appeared to be sitting on the floor, droning on about weaponry you were unfamiliar with.

It wasn't like you cared as your fingers finally broke through the barrier of your waistband. Quietly finding the warmth of your core, a low whimper escaped your mouth as your other hand teased your clothed buds that peaked from the cotton lounge shirt you had been wearing for a week straight.

You would pleasure yourself without interruption to the man's voice all the way until your orgasm. As post-nut clarity settled in, you slammed your laptop shut hard as you buried your face into your pillows, the sound of only your muffled frustration bouncing off the walls of your bedroom.

Another message ping interrupted your pity party as you turned your head against your fluffy pillow. Your arm swung lazily to grab your phone from the nightstand, where you cringed as you read the message notification.

Bitch ass boss: short notice Pam is bailed. 

Bitch ass boss: but need you to do closing tonight.

The message from your boss kills any remaining vestiges of your lady boner as you set a 6 pm alarm and then a 7 pm alarm, knowing you'd most likely hit snooze by accident, deciding to spend the rest of your free time before work cuddling into your blankets half-naked and falling down strange rabbit holes of YouTube videos you'd saved to watch later.

The diner you worked at was decorated in the classic 80s diner style, with neon signs, harsh counters, and strict musty costumes that featured far more skin than you were comfortable wearing while taking lunch orders from middle-aged couples.

When you first considered applying for the job, you were familiar with the drawbacks of working part-time for a boss who didn't care about his employees as long as he was making money.

Though your safety had never been in jeopardy, you had been working the same job since junior year of high school.

Dealing with rude coworkers and old creepy men who needed a strong reminder that they didn't walk into a Hooters and that groping you was not acceptable.

Your parents cared enough to buy you your own car, not wanting you to walk the few blocks at the break of dawn. 

It was a peaceful night, well as peaceful as it could get in Gotham. As you walked past one of your coworkers taking a smoke break in the back of the restaurant, you locked your car and tossed your tote back over your shoulder, the loud clicking of your car keys in hand.

As you entered the building, you gave them a tightly closed mouth smile, instantly wincing from the bright restaurant overhead light beaming all along the kitchen roof.

You took a turn to the restrooms to change into your uniform, your back against the door just in case someone tried to open the door as you were changing.

You yawned giving yourself a once over in the dirty mirror, your hands reaching down to flatten the skirt of your dress as you wiped your nose with the back of your hand not bothering to wash your hands as you exited the restroom you locked your bag into one of the employee lockers or at least attempted too as most of the locks were busted from everyone always trying to steal from them. 

You were wise enough to keep your car keys and phone in your pockets at all times, leaving only your purse and a change of clothes in your bag.

The restaurant wasn't busy, just a few lingering people sitting in booths talking amongst themselves already situated, you only assumed an earlier server got to them before your shift started as you exhaled plopping yourself in front of the cash restaurant and instantly taking out your phone, you decided now was the perfect time to do a deep dive on the male you were using as wank bank material earlier. 

You rested your chin in your palm, your elbow on the counter, and used your thumb to scroll through the rest of his saved live streams.

You made the best of your repetitive shift. As you tapped one of the older streams, your eyes were glued to your phone. Looking up and scanning the environment, you quickly realized that no one gave a fuck that you were sitting there as you turned up the volume just loud enough to make out some of the words he was saying but not loud enough for the others across the room to hear.

They were pretty much all in the same format you would study, the male asking for help from the weird community of people that watched his videos. 

You assumed it was some weird 4chan group wanting attention but the farther you scanned through his page the more you would realize how seriously dangerous his plans truly were.

A deep panic creeps up your skin as you were hung up on every word that came from the masked male's mouth. “Excuse me.” You slammed your phone down on the counter making the standing male across from you slight flinch, his nature instantly coming off timid as he gave you a feared glance you awkwardly chuckled off your frightened reaction.

Putting on your customer service smile trying to milk your way into getting milk with every opportunity, “sorry about that, can I get you anything?” you tone a falsely sweet tone as you slide your phone back into your pocket glancing at the man quickly you could already tell he was staring at your exposed cleavage.

His cheeks a pinch of pale pink as his eyes seemed to just fall into a trance of your boobs you crossed your arms in front of your chest the man looking up at you in confusion almost like he didn't even realize himself that he was staring until breaking away from from the trance.

His fingers fidgeted as he looked around the entire place, everything except the person in front of him. "Uh, I'm sorry…" his voice was gentle when he spoke almost like he was afraid that you reached over the counter and smack the shit out of him.

A smile couldn't help but to creep onto your lips as you only chuckled placing a washed mug in front of him, "awe man, it's alright as long as you're only looking and not touching we won't have a problem, you a coffee guy?" and from the one question that bloomed, you bonded with the man who would soon be your regular.

That made the closing shift not too bad with his constant bright and calm demeanor presence. In contrast to your highly sarcastic and blunt personality, you were surprised at how natural the friendship had formed between the two of you from behind the counter.

You grew so close to each other enough to know and exchange names with each other that you would come to realize that he was one of the first actual friends that you could talk to face to face in a while. Unbeknownst to you, Edward felt the same way, and that fucking terrified him every night.

You were the distraction he never wanted to come into his life at the worst time. He would constantly worry about you and his connection revealing the worst side of him.

The creeping fear that you found about his alter ego and dehumanizing him was one of his biggest fears as he would spend the late nights staying up just to talk to you on the same bar stool getting the same order every day. "You have to try the fucking pumpkin pie here. It's insane. It's like Sal sold his fucking soul for it to come out that perfect."

You would vouch for all the food he would order, though your conversations were always involved with him spending money, not to mention the times you would force him to tip you.

Sometimes your conversations would have him thinking about you for days, your words lingering in the back of his mind at the worst possible time. You'd often linger in these thoughts, his fist angrily tugging at his cock as he kneeled against his carpeted floors, his cock flushed with anger as his tip leaked cum right into his hand.

You two had one thing in common, both perverts with a knack for justice. Edward would instantly undercover your little YouTube channel even your full name and identity just in under the first week of knowing you. 

He was not some silly 20-year-old with a hobby; he was a fucking sociopath with a plan, and that plan had taken him many years to develop since he stepped foot out of that horrible orphanage. He was angry nonetheless.

You had proved to be heavy destruction, a speed bump as he leaned his head against his wall for more stability. Edward didn't bother hiding his grunting and moaning as he angrily beat his cock to an image of you that was posted on your mother's Facebook.

It was your 20th birthday picture. The picture was taken at an upward angle as you stared up into the camera with big doe eyes. You had white frosting all over your face, having just had your birthday smashed against your face as a prank. After blowing your candles, your pointer finger rested in your mouth, your plump lips wrapping around the knuckle.

Your tongue stuck out from the underside of the finger. Edward imagines himself in your mouth, his big harsh manly palms caressing your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips as you sucked his finger with the same flirtatious look; God, you were driving him insane.

Edward sat on his legs, his head leaning to rest his forehead on the same floor, as he came undone with the pump of his fist. His cum just rested inches away from his face, soaking into the carpet.

You had too much power over him.

He hated that his mind spiraled with every mistake, every fuckup that you would manage to cause by just existing, and then he finally decided... you had to go.

Your shift started like every other night, changing in the bathroom to having too much downtime. The only difference between today and yesterday was that Edward was waiting for you this time. 

You moved behind the counter and in front of him, tilting your head and squinting at the man.

Noticing his pumpkin pie plate and a warm-looking cup of coffee in front of him. "You fucking cheater! I thought I was your one and only favorite waitress!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Edward considered how well your arms pushed up against your breasts, how you managed to show off your body to him without realizing how much you were displaying yourself to him.

"Just wanted to try something new before it was too late." You were dense. Edward quickly discovered his words that held greater meaning seemed to just slip into your ear and go out the other. 

It was that way for a lot of people he had met in his lifetime. Though he found your ignorance endearing, dotting the way your head would tilt in confusion when he rambled on about something you didn't understand or how you would always use your humor to hide how much of a dummy you were.

He wished he could keep you forever, preserve you from the harm of the world.

Don't get him wrong, he has considered kidnapping you from the comfort of your own home and dragging your body to his apartment, chaining your feet to the radiator in the corner of his apartment living room.

He would be able to control everything you did, but at least you were smart when it came to defending yourself.

 You overpowered him in strength, no doubt. Edward, no matter how much height he had on you, was not the type to engage in any form of arm exercise, as he frequently defeated his enemies with weapons.

He knew that if he were to get into an altercation with you, you would manage to catch him off guard by using pure strength.

"What's one thing you always wanted to do before you died?" The question was unprompted as you simply glanced at Edward from your phone screen, your mindless scrolling on Twitter coming to a halt as you sat your phone down on the counter, starting to ponder as you bit your bottom lip. 

Edward waited patiently with the same slight smile on his face. His eyes considered kind as his arms rested on the counter of the table. He was dragging his fingers along the mug of his coffee as he gave you his full attention.

You lifted your pointer finger in the air. "My first kiss, I mean, I want to have my first kiss, you know, like the whole feeling of fireworks and roses flowing around me."

The answer was not what Edward was expecting. As he lifted his brow, you quickly took notice of how he was staring at you. "What, you think you're the only adult virgin here, buddy?" You chuckled, your attention going back to your phone screen.

 "I want—what if I could help you with that?" Your attention perched as you lowered your phone once more, a deep smirk setting on your lips as you used your elbows to lean closer towards Edward's face.

You were flirting again, an activity that would often leave Edward flushed pink and you triumphant as you had managed to fluster the man to the point of stuttering and stumbling. It was a fun pastime for you. 

"You wanna kiss me, Eddy?" He hated nicknames, especially the times you would use them.

He just didn't see the point of you shortening his already short name. He liked the way his last name rolled off your tongue, almost like you were saying it just to tease him. 

"If that's the only thing you want, I'm happy to offer your last wish." You thought it was weird how suddenly forward Edward was tonight.

You thought it was even more weird seeing him set a briefcase down on the counter before following you outside. But the fear instantly went away as he linked his fingers in between yours, giving you that same shy look as he peered up at you over his glasses.

You would admit how much you were a hopeless romantic as you clocked out for a break and led Edward outside to the front of the restaurant. Leaning on your car hood, as Edward stood awkwardly across from you, you reached your arms out to grab his wrist and pull him in between your legs. 

"Don't get all shy on me now, Eddy." God, he really fucking hated that nickname. The way you smirked up at him with those big fucking eyes, he let his actions get ahead of his thoughts as his thumb traced over your chin.

He ignored your slight flinch reaction as his fingers seemed to study the structure of your face. He might as well soak it all in while he can.

"You're into some kinky shit Eds." You gagged, his pointer finger shoving into his mouth as his chest rose from the warm feeling of your tongue wrapping around the digit almost instantly.

Spoke in a slight mumble, careful to not bring your teeth down as you spoke. He still couldn't believe that he was getting away with the action as his other hand tilted your head up farther so you could peer up at him through your lashes.

The way your dark eyes glistened as you looked up at him expecting something made him remember what you would look like kneeling to the ground begging his name.

"I want to do more than kiss you." His confession was dull as he stared at your mouth.

The way your lips wrapped around his pointer, a slight chuckle making your teeth flash from your mouth as Edward looked at you looking for any sign of discomfort.

You pulled your head around from his hands, wetting your lips. As you leaned back against your hood, a groan left your throat as you buried your face in your hands.

Edward was ready to back out in an instant as he backed away from your hand and shot out to grab his arm.

"You're so fucking unbearable, Edward," you grumbled, yanking the male closer as your head slumped into his chest.

He quickly realized, looking down at you, that you were more embarrassed and nervous than him. Given the situation, he felt an even more flaming desire as he glanced at his wrist for the time being. He needed everything to go on schedule.

"Can we... do it?" You snorted a laugh into his chest, tilting your head up to look at him again for a second before pushing the male away to stand up ."Only if you want to." It was the first time he’d ever seen you so flustered because of him.

Edward nodded his head in approval the instant the question left your lips. You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip, unlocking your car as you both slid into the back.

Your skin was already hot as you were convinced he could hear the sound of your heart beating so hard against your ribs as you both sat in a minute of silence. 

Edward sighed before grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours. You hissed into his mouth as your teeth clashed together from the force.

But you both quickly recovered as you crawled into his lap, his hands finding your hips as he thrust up between your legs. 

You trailed kisses against his neck. Edward leaned his head to the side to give you better access as you sucked a small trail down against his throat.

Your hands trailed down his chest and to the belt buckle that held up his jeans. As you fumbled to pull at the buckle, you groaned in frustration, your head snapping up to look up at him with concentration glistening in your eyes.

"Help me please." Edward was convinced that most of his blood had already made its way to his dick, as the simple request caused him to become dizzy, causing him to shift his hips up to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down to his thighs.

He hesitated before pulling down his boxers as well, exposing his cock as it yanked from the material springing to his chest.

You breathed out. Your legs spread on each side of Eds as you lifted yourself and pushed your underwear aside with your thighs.

While you gripped his cock and guided the inches deeper into your core, your stomach began to burn as you buried your face into the man's neck. You groan as you lower yourself further down.

Edward groaned, his hand resting on your hip as the other fisted the roof of your car, every twitch and groan melting him farther into you as he leaned his head back and let you set the pace.

As you bottomed out, you both groaned with his cocked buried inside. You paused to catch your breath, feeling yourself throb around his length as Edward whimpered. You pulled back your arm using the headrest behind you as your other hand rested on his chest. 

Edwards squeezed his eyes shut so hard that he was seeing white spots. He was finding it difficult to sit still and not react to your cunt squeezing his dick. "If you cum in me, I'll fucking kill you," you grunt, pressing your chest against his as you slowly lift yourself, wincing as your body desperately tries to adjust to being fucked.

Your legs shook as you practically bounced against his dick. The air in the car is hot and stuffy as you both begin to sweat from each other's body heat, moaning into each other's mouths. His hands were trailing up your shirt, desperately groping your chest through your bra as you ground your hips into his lap. 

All that could be heard was the sound of your skin slapping together along with Edward's low whimpering and your moaning. The car jerked every time you would slam down into his lap.

The more you got the hang of it, the more arousing it became as you wrapped your arms over his shoulder to hold yourself closer to him. Your legs began to tire as you sat in his lap and ground your hips to chase the new sensation building in the pit of your stomach.

Then Edward began thrusting his hip into yours as you leaned your head back and strung together moans. Your legs were shaking as you came undone.

Edward quickly followed your orgasm, raising you slightly to pull his cock out and onto the front of your dress.

"I have to walk back inside covered in cum now." You nibbled at his lip as you leaned down to passionately kiss the fucked speechless Edward, before using his shirt to smear some of the stains off of your dress and readjusting your underwear.

"What time is it?" You groaned, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

You shifted yourself over to sit in the other backseat as Edward pulled himself together, tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling up his pants.

Almost fucking him dumb as he had almost forgotten to check the time on his wristwatch. The moment the question settled in his brain, he recognized the situation once more, the plan almost slipping from his mind.

"You should probably go back inside now." When he mumbled, fixing his belt and refusing to meet your eyes, you assumed the innocent reasoning and assumed he was the type to get nervous after inanimate solutions, so you followed suit to his request.

Leaving the man in the car as you went to clock back into work, you stayed in the kitchen of the diner for a bit, using a wet cloth to wipe any remaining stains from the front of your dress.

As you shuffled back to your usual spot behind the counter, your phone rested face down in the same spot you'd left it, and you pressed the power button, your lock screen flooded with notifications of missed discord calls to your friends messaging you. You quickly tapped on the Discord icon and scrolled through the messages.

Folktales: HE’S STREAMING AGAIN!

Folktales: our crazy hot mask bf awooga

Marzbarz: ours???? No mf YOURS

Zobner: where is he even at??

Marzbarz: looks like some shitty diner 

Folktales: LMAO HES GONNA BLWO IT UP I BET!!

Zobner: LMAO

Marzbarz: wait.

Zobner: ???

Marzbarz: does that phone case look familiar to you?

Folktales: gothic has the same one 

Zobner: thats her ringtone…

Marzbarz: guys something doesnt seem right

You frowned, swiping up and tapping on the Livestream notification link, your phone instantly redirecting to the familiar black and neon green page. This time the Livestream was the thing that caught you off guard, as it was a live feed of a security camera.

The camera was pointed directly towards you. As your head jerked in the direction of the camera mounted to the wall. You froze, your blood running cold as you tried to piece together everything. The only thing you managed to think about was how Edward still hadn't walked into the restaurant.

His seat was empty. The only thing occupying his space was the same strange briefcase. Your curiosity getting the best of you, you grabbed the handle of the case. You froze.

A loud beeping sound rang out throughout the diner as you quickly unclasped the case and yanked it open, revealing a bomb and a small note inside.

It's better this way; the world is too filthy for kindhearted people like you. I adore you too much to lose you by another's hand.

“Oh you fucking–”

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[klitzofficial]

Period Cramps

Klitz X fem!reader

Warning: 18+, smut, swearing (I'll add more later)

A/N:

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"Klitz please, it's the only thing I haven't tried yet. It's either this or I go to the hospital." She whispered through tears.

Klitz grabbed the hot pink dildo off of her bed as a similar shade rushed to his face. He thought back to exactly how he'd gotten himself here.

They were supposed to meet in the library to finish their history reports together, but when she didn't arrive on time he got worried. Then when she didn't answer his first five calls, he began to full on panic.

He couldn't live with himself if something happened to her. She was his best friend, even if he wanted more. He was fine staying "just friends". He was just glad she was even talking to him.

He gathered his things and left the library, millions of different scenarios swimming through his brain, none of them good.

He tried to call her several more times on the drive to her house. She still didn't answer.

He stormed into her house, knowing that if she were home she'd have the place all to herself. He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and pushed her bedroom door open.

All his fear and worries fell away when he saw her in bed, covered up to her neck in blankets.

He crept up towards her and bent down, which is when he noticed she wasn't asleep. Not only that but she had been crying.

"Hey, hey what's going on, are you okay?"

She threw her blankets off to reveal that she she was completely nude.

"Klitz please, you know I love you, and I'd never want you to feel uncomfortable, but I am in so much pain. I'm experiencing the worst period cramps of my life, and I've tried every technique on the internet. I'd do it myself but I can't bend that way because it makes the cramps worse. Will you please do this for me?"

Her speech was fiendish and sounded rushed, and he could tell how much pain she was in. He fought the urge to stare at her body the entire time, choosing instead to analyse a particularly interesting corner of the room.

Because of the long amount of time it was taking for him to answer, she thought he'd say no.

"Listen I know it's weird. If you don't want to do it can you at least drive me to the hospital?"

"No."

"What?"

"I'll do it." He said looking up from the sex toy in his hands, "I just don't want this to break up our friendship."

She began to laugh, but stopped abruptly. Releasing a high pitched whine due to the sudden pain she felt.

Klitz knew that noise shouldn't have gotten him so excited.

"So...do I have to put a condom on this thing, or like...use lube?"

She snickered and motioned for him to go through her side table.

While he got ready, and took off his shoes and jacket, she tried to get herself comfortable, moving her blankets and pillows away to get enough room for unrestricted movement.

When he was finally ready, she opened her legs and grabbed her thighs. Klitz wouldn't look at her though.

"It's okay, you're allowed to look."

He tore his vision away from the wall and made eye contact with her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed one his hands and put it on her breast. She then took the dildo out of his hands and leaned forward to insert it into her pussy.

She was trying to avoid worsening her cramps, so she was moving robotically, but Klitz couldn't tear his eyes away now that he received permission. She took his other hand and wrapped it around the base of the dildo.

"See I did the hard part Klitzy. Now all you have to do is push it in. And pull it out. Okay?" She said that last part slowly. All he could do to reply was swallow and quickly nod his head.

He started to slowly pump the hot pink toy in and out, loving the way she quietly suppressed her little moans. She took the hand he lazily rested on top of her breast - likely too afraid to move it - and intertwined their fingers.

"Fuck baby just like that," she let slip out.

Her eyes were shut, and Klitz couldn't tear away his gaze. He was enthralled, the way her eyebrows knitted together, the way her lips moved when she was breathlessly encouraging him. He felt guilty about the tightness growing in his pants.

She then took her free hand and began to massage her clit.

After 30 seconds of this action, her back began to arch. She then opened her eyes and made eye contact again.

"Faster Klitzy, I'm about to come. You're doing such a good job baby."

He sped up his actions and watched as her body tensed up, and she took her hands and gripped the sheets. He tried to keep going but her legs snapped shut and she pushed his hands away.

He watched her come down from her high, panting and covered in sweat. He thought she was ethereal, and couldn't help himself when he brushed his hand along her cheek and connected his lips with her's.

Before she could realise what was happening, he pulled away from her and began to gather his things.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just got caught up in the moment and I di-"

He didn't get to finish before she spun him around and pulled him down to meet her. This kiss was more forceful, yet passionate, since she was now in control.

She pulled away and pushed him aside.

"I need a shower. If you come in with me I can help you with your little problem right there." She said gesturing to his crotch.

He looked up and started stuttering but she had already made her way to the bathroom.

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[angelofthenight]

Dano!Riddler: Can’t wait for (y/n) to break up with their boyfriend so we can finally be happy

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[imagine--if]

Can I ask for a Dano Riddler imagine? where him and Yn grew up together (she was in the girls wing of the orphanage and they talked through the walls, like him and the joker on the film) and she goes to see him in Arkham, and she's really sad that he's there, because they promissed each other that they'd never leave one another, and it's tearful and all, but he promisses her that he'll leave soon and never be apart ever again😭❤

A/N: I've just gotten round to reading the fourth issue of Riddler Year One so yessss I've totally got plenty of inspo for this imagine 😁 enjoy!!

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"She doesn't say much. And when she does, it's hard to make it out. Shy little thing. Still, she'll get used to it. She'll have to."

You were only four or five when you were dumped in Gotham's orphanage, clutching onto your soft toy as an only source of comfort and some kind of stability in a terrifying world, and an even worse city. You were quiet, barely spoke, and when you did, it was in whispers, all wide, innocent eyes and secretive, the hood up on your little hoodie as you tried your best to hide yourself from everything and everyone. Just a toddler, with a sweet life twisted by death and misfortune that you barely understood as a toddler. You had shuffled meekly behind a carer who led you into the orphanage, a cold and cruel building that they expected you to call home.

The other kids there seemed so much bigger, loud and dominating and aggressive, half of them on drops, only around twelve years old. Others were plain bullies with filthy mouths and hateful glares, children's eyes glancing at you, assessing your small, shy form, before they carried on with what they were doing in disinterest.

You had buried your face in your toy and pulled the fabric of your hood up past your hair and head, over your forehead, shadowing your face, trying to disappear in it. You pulled your legs up to your chest and watched everything happen behind your toy, its fur pressed up against your face. A group of kids watched TV and fought over the remote, others played nearby outside, but from your spot hunched in a corner, opposite you, sat a boy almost as quiet as you. You gazed at him in silence for a few long minutes, absorbed in his puzzle book, and only when he looked up to get a fresh pencil did he notice your young, curious eyes fixed on him.

He was a few years older than you, with glasses pushed up his nose, making his murky green eyes twinkle as they looked back at you nervously. He gave you a small smile, the first genuine smile you'd received in maybe your whole life, awkward and hesitant. You blinked back at him timidly, hugging your toy closer with little hands, returning his smile bashfully. The boy seemed taken aback by the action, and beamed at you, a beat of hesitance passing before he offered you a pen. You stared at it, then at him, and wandered over, sitting beside him and accepting his offer. You barely knew how to read or write, and so you watched him instead, the quiet boy with a nice smile and lots of books, day after day.

And as the days went by, both of you becoming closer and more comfortable together, Edward would start talking to you in his small, sweet voice, writing answers to riddles with a hand over yours, pulling your littler form into his lap after a couple of weeks and reading to you, then helping you read, helping you speak up a little. He'd even speak for you with others, managing to push past his own shyness every so often to help you, to repeat your whispered, lispy voice to those who couldn't catch it. You'd trail after him throughout the day when you could, before you were taken back to the girls' dorm, and you'd linger in the separating corridor, afraid of the idea of you two parting and him never coming back out of his long, shared boys' room.

"I'll see you in the morning," He'd always say soothingly, giving you a warm hug, bending down slightly so you could return it properly. "I'll never leave you. You know that."

And you'd nod, because you knew Edward was telling the truth by the way he said it and looked at you with earnest, young eyes, letting you borrow a book to amuse yourself with if the nights got too long,

But then foster families and adoptees started popping up. And you, being a young, sweet-looking child, albeit a little shy, are swept up into the grips of a random 'family,' and the quickness of how your name's signed away to people you don't even know and have no say over makes your head spin. The orphanage was overcrowded anyway, and one less mouth to feed in exchange for money made all the difference.

Edward, on the other hand, was beside himself.

Newspapers and library books on adoption and rules and any ways to prevent what was happening piled up beside his bed, to the dorm he'd been disciplined to stay in for his shocking outbursts of frustration and hatred and upset. Thomas Wayne's renewal plan could help him, he thought. He'd already assured him that he could get to a special school to study and learn and have a brighter future.

So on the last night you could spend together, sneaking out of the corridor of a room you slept in with the other girls, Edward filled out the form in his shaky, uneven writing, stating on one line that he wanted to go to the school he'd talked about, and on the other, 'I want to stay with my best friend and stop them from being taken away by bad people.'

REJECTED.

The word stamped in bold, horrid red print was the response he got, the word that bled into his mind as you were made to pack a bag and wave goodbye and go, handing your young life over to strangers, and Edward couldn't do a thing about it. You were carted off out of Gotham to go to school and expected to become a whole new person.

But you couldn't.

The years went by agonisingly slowly, and with every one that passed, you thought about him, your friend, Edward. Did he get adopted too? Did he manage to find some source of happiness and hope afterwards? Would he even remember you if you went back?

Eventually, you save up enough money and have enough time to go back to where it all started, in the unfeeling streets of Gotham City. You had no idea where to look, and after hearing from someone that the orphanage had been burned down ages ago, your last resort was to ask at the GCPD.

"Sorry to bother you," you say with an awkward smile, as a detective greets you and asks if he can be any help; 'Lieutenant James Gordon,' his name tag reads, "I'm looking for someone who I think still lives here? We were friends a while ago, and... I'm sorry, you look busy."

"We are quite busy, Miss," Gordon tells you, looking a little overwhelmed. "We've just managed to catch some crazy psycho who's been letting hell loose recently."

Your eyes widen in confusion and interest. "Wow... that's... yeah, I'm sorry, it's okay."

"No, go on," Gordon nods, letting you into his office, "have you got a name, address or anything?"

"I don't know his address," you say in uncertainty. "We were friends as kids. His name's Edward. Edward Nashton?"

Jams Gordon stops abruptly, whirling around to face you with demanding, bewildered eyes.

"Excuse me?"

You frown. "What?"

"Are you trying to be funny?" Gordon says in shock. "Edward Nashton? That's who you're looking for?"

You nod slowly, and Gordon sighs, taking off his glasses and hiding his face in a hand.

"Look, Miss, I don't know how new you are to Gotham, but Edward Nashton has just been arrested and sent to Arkham Asylum for the crimes committed under the name of The Riddler. He was only just apprehended a few hours ago."

Your breath catches in your throat in disbelief, as Gordon's eyes narrow suspiciously, looking you up and down.

"And you really knew nothing about this? You aren't an accessory?"

"I- no," you shake your head, "I only just made it to Gotham this evening."

Gordon nods slowly, though he still doesn't seem convinced. He suddenly grabs his jacket and opens the office door, glancing back at you.

"Come with me."

You follow him meekly, as he leads you out of the building and into a police car. Are you going to be arrested? Could your Eddie really have done this? Why?

Gordon stops outside Arkham, opening the car door for you to step out, and leads you inside, showing his badge to the guards, who let you proceed. The walls are strong and metallic and thick, and the cells are sealed with heavy iron doors with a small, barred rectangular window at their tops. You try not to let your attention wander, sticking close to Gordon, until he reaches an interrogation room. A mad dressed in a jet-black bat suit already stands there with a frustrated look in his dark eyes, and Gordon signals for you to wait as he goes over to the Batman and whispers something you can't quite make out in his ear. The Batman looks over at you quickly, his expression unreadable, and then he approaches you.

"You know Nashton?" his deep, whispery voice states more than asks, and you nod.

Batman stares at you for another moment before marching back into the interrogation room, nodding at you impatiently to come in. You do, blinking at the hard lights and the security cameras glaring at you from the corners of the room. And, behind the strong, glass partition and metal desk, a young man sits staring at you in disbelief.

Clear, dorky glasses. Murky green eyes. Soft, sandy brown hair. It's definitely him.

"Edward?" you say breathlessly, going to step closer, but the Batman gives you a wary look. "Ed, is that really you?"

He nods wordlessly, his eyes wide and stunned. But beneath that familiar, comforting look he's always had, there's a layer you can only just make out, like a hidden spark of insanity, one that's made the whole city go into a frenzy and even The Batman apprehensive. Edward whispers your name like a prayer, his hands pressed up against the protective glass.

"You came back," he says in wonder, as Gordon and Batman glance between the two of you in uncertainty, but you're not focused on them at all, like the whole world is disappearing around you. "I- I knew you would..."

"What happened?" you say, overwhelmed by the whole scenario, staring in wonder at the now grown-up orphan labelled a criminal in front of you. "What did you do?"

"What I had to do," he smiles brightly, adoringly at you, that glimmer of insanity coming to the surface. "What they made me do. And I did it for you, too."

"Me?"

"Who else?" Edward giggles, standing up and moving closer to the glass, his hands cuffed and chained. "They tried to break us apart. But you came back. I've been waiting for so long..."

"What does she know about this?" The Batman slices through the moment, and Edward glances at him distractedly. "Have you been doing this together?"

"Of course not," Edward breathes, turning his attention back to you with a sweet smile. "She's too pure for that. Too shy, and lovely... it was me. But you inspired me," he insists, looking straight at you, "to make a clean slate, and clean it all up, so that it'd be perfect for us. And it will be, angel. You coming back was the last piece of the puzzle." Edward suddenly gives you that all-too familiar soft, loving look you'd seen back in the orphanage, and you have to fight to compose yourself, wanting so badly to run to him like you did so many times before. "You look so beautiful. You haven't changed a bit..."

You feel like crying, stunned by the casualness of what he's saying and admitting to. "I... oh Edward..." you shake your head, giving him a desperate look. "You're in Arkham."

"That's right," Batman interjects again, "you can't be together. You're a psychopath, Nashton. You're not getting out. I'm sending her back home."

"No, wait," you cut in desperately, still feeling just as drawn to the genius madman even after the dark truths, "please, I don't want to leave him, I can help..."

A guard interrupts, bursting into the interrogation room, and you all turn to him.

"There's been explosions," the guard announces, "the city walls have collapsed and the main road's flooded."

As he speaks, Edward giggles to himself, giving the masked vigilante a dark, unhinged look that makes your heart jump in your chest.

"She's not going anywhere," he says excitedly, grinning at you. "You're right where you need to be. We can watch the whole thing together."

The Batman dithers between leaving and staying, eventually rushing out of the room, along with Gordon, to deal with the flooding crisis, and a guard hustles you out of the room as Edward's voice calls out your name from behind you.

"You'll never leave me again! We were meant to be! You know it's true, darling! You know!"

You manage to glance back at him as you leave, studying his crazed, ecstatic look, that same softness in his eyes as the day you had to leave, but tainted with madness. But as you look, you can't help but smile back at him slightly, because you know it's true.

As the waters invade the city and the building erupts into panic along with the rest of Gotham, you know it's true. And maybe that'll make this all worth it.

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Mask Maketh The Man

Another Sav fic so soon?! What is this productivity? Anyway! This is another request from my good pal Bunny! @lovesickrobotic I hope you enjoy Bun! <3 Btw my requests are openhttps://www.tumblr.com/sweetums0kitty/717181379533815808/requests-are-open Shoot me an ask!

Warnings: None just pure fluff

He was beautiful, regal, and powerful, so different in his fearsome regalia than when he's just your mild-mannered Edward. He had finally assembled the complete outfit after months of searching Edward was finally the Riddler. "Well… How do I look?" came his modulated voice sending a cold shiver down your spine. His already piercing gaze was heightened by the way the clear frames of his glasses were set over the bridge of the mask. He looked like death, he was an angel of vengeance… Edward was everything. "You're- oh my god, this is really happening!" laughing as you pushed your hair out of your face with a deep sigh. Eddie stepped forward and you instantly stepped back from his hulking form. Arms hanging lamely by his sides he lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck but stopped when he was reminded of the plastic wrap at the back of his skull. "Do I scare you like this?" he insinuated taking a step back with a forlorn tilt of his masked head. quickly you stepped forward attempting to soothe Eddie. "No, no! I'm not… You don't scare me! I'm just worried… What if you get caught?" beginning to pace back and forth in front of where the Riddler stood. He snorted and you turned quickly to glour at the masked man before you. "It's a perfectly valid concern!" Sighing the hot breath fogged the lenses of his mask making Eddie look a bit less fearsome. "C'mere" gesturing for you to come into his long protective arms. Obediently you stepped forward and instantly the warm, comforting presence of Edward enveloped you. Resting your head on his chest you could breathe in the familiar scents of coffee and old paper that made Eddie your Eddie. He was so tenderly soft it was hard to imagine the hands that gently stroked your hair, shushing all the niggling doubts that plagued you could be used for such gruesome violence.

Gently he bent forward hooking leatherbound gloves under your knees and bringing you almost effortlessly (He was a bit out of breath, he did always say he wasn't physically gifted. But for you! An effort was made) to the couch before sitting down with you snugly perched in his warm lap. The old futon groaned under the combined weight but held fast. Sitting curled up in his arms you felt truly safe, like nothing in the hellish streets of Gotham could take you from Edward. Still like a child afraid of the monster under the bed, you needed reassurance. Turning to face Eddie you hesitated to touch his face. Emerald eyes held your gaze and you could just see the way his brows were furloughed with the crinkle of the skin around his eyes. "Angel?" one gloved hand reached up to touch your cheek and instantly it clicked. "Can I touch your mask?" the words flopped from your lips in one undignified lump. "Of course, you can.." a bit incredulous that you would even ask to touch him. Even so, your hands gingerly met the vinal of his mask in an exploratory touch. Ghosting fingers over the shapeless face covering you could feel where his gorgeous nose was encased, down further and there were his cherubic cheeks and down once more and you were brushing over his lips. "See I'm still me, just better." whispering as you worked the hooks of the facial covering off so you could properly hold the reddened cheeks of your beloved. Letting the mask flop between the two of you as you bent forward to press a kiss into the plush petals of his lips. Instantly you melded with Edward. Lips dancing together as you cradled each other's cheeks. Finally pulling away to rest your foreheads together. "You're already amazing Eddie." gently kissing his nose. Snuggled under his chin you felt like renewal could be found within your love.

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