#paul dano my beloved

[gar6agef1r3]

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Nick lock eyes the moment you step in the bar. He can’t take his eyes off of you and to be quite frank you can’t either. What could have been a lonely night turns to something more after he gets the courage to talk to you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nick Flynn (Being Flynn) x fem!reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW 18+ content, cream pie, fingering, indecent exposure, aftercare, pinning. God I missed writing some FILTH so here you go!

He watched you, his eyes fixed the moment you stepped into the bar. Nick sipped his beer, his eyes roaming over your clothed body as you sauntered across the room. You knew you had his attention, stealing glances every now and then. As you sat at the bar drinking with your friends he took his chance, leaning against the bar beside you. His dark eyes looked you up and down, a smirk spreading across his face. “Hey,” he said, his voice sounding a bit rough. You cocked an eyebrow at him tilting your head slightly “Hello~” you said a small purr lacing in your voice

“So what brought you here?” he asked, trying to make small talk. His cologne wafted across to you, filling your senses. The soft leather smell mixed with an almost burning scent of bourbon made your insides warm. Or maybe it was the few shots you had taken before your conversation with him. “Needed to get out. What’s your story?” you say propping yourself against your elbow running your index finger around the tip of your glass cup. The tip of his tongue brushed against his bottom lip as his eyes followed your finger for a moment.

Meeting your gaze again he smiled “Oh darling you wouldn’t want to know.” his voice deepened as he spoke this time taking a sip of his drink before his eyes began to wander again. Maybe it was the alcohol or the way your outfit gave you confidence. You stood quickly drinking the rest of the liquid in your cup. “Wanna dance?” you asked, holding your hand out for the other to take. Nick paused for a moment, his eyes going wide at the sudden ask. He set his bottle on the bar, straightening himself up as he took your hand. You walked him to the floor, the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails started to play from the speakers.

Before you had the chance to turn towards him Nick pulled your hand yanking your body close to his. His arms wrapped around you, placing his hands on your waist. A ting of pink showed on your cheeks as you placed your hands against his chest slowly rocking your hips against him. Nick dropped his head slightly down to you, his dark hair falling to cover his eyes. Leaning into your ear he whispered, “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” Your bottom lip caught between your teeth and a small breathy laugh escaped your mouth.

You pushed your hips harder against him, gaining a slight groan as his forehead pressed against your own. His lips parted as your eyes met, Nick’s waist swaying with yours as the two of you danced. Before the song ended he picked his head up looking around, “Wanna get out of here?” he asked, his eyes locked on your own. Without hesitation you nodded, his hand wrapping around your own and pulling you away. As the two of you walked outside he slipped you around the back of the building. The dingy alley was dark and quiet.

Leaning against the building you looked up at him crossing your arms against your chest. “Well this is… attractive,” she said sarcastically as Nick stepped close to you, taking your arms in his hands. “Don’t be so uptight.” His voice was low and seductive. He pulled your arms up quickly pinning them over your head against the brick of the building. Holding you by your wrists with one hand he wrapped his free one around your waist resting it on the small of your back. Nick pulled your torso close, his left leg slipping between your own. Letting out a slight whimper you fluttered your eyes at him watching as he dipped his head down brushing his lips against your exposed neck.

You pushed your hips against his leg letting your head fall slightly to the side for him. “Look at you, turning to putty in my hands. How pathetic.” he hissed in your ear as he pulled his leg up a bit to push against your cunt. Nick picked his head up once more looking over your flustered face. Heat nipped at your cheeks, suddenly his gaze made you feel weak. He cocked his head grinning, his hand that was on your waist moved down your right thigh pulling it up to rest on his hip. Leaning in he pressed his lips against your own, kissing you hard. You kissed him back letting your lips part, his tongue slipping in and pushing against your own.

Nick’s grip on your wrists tighten, his other hand gripping at your thigh tugging your waist close his fingers slipped under the hem of your dress slowly sliding it up over your thigh. Tugging your waist he pushed his leg against your cunt the fabric of his pants feeling amazing. You couldn’t help but let out a ragged moan, Nick pulled away from you slightly breathing heavily from the skin. A string of saliva connected from his lips to your own, the sight making Nick almost buckle. He licked his lips, breaking the strand grinning at you with his teeth.

Slowly he let go of your wrists, you let them drop around Nick’s shoulders pulling him close to your foreheads connecting. A slight laugh came from deep in his throat, his now free hand moving between your legs teasing you as he pulled at the lacey undergarments. Pushing them to the side he coated his fingers in your slick, the sudden touch making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Such a sensitive girl,” Nick said while his thumb began to rub small circles around your clit. Slowly he pushed his index and middle finger inside of you. You gripped at the jacket on his shoulders flexing around the digits inside of you. “O-Oh fuck~” you stuttered gripping his shoulders tighter as he began to pump them in and out of you, his thumb still working around your swollen clit.

Every rub or thrust just put you closer and closer to your edge until your walls were closing around his fingers. Quickly he withdrew them the euphoric feeling you longed for disappearing almost instantly. “Mmm that’s not fair…” you groaned, leaning your head back to rest against the building's wall. “Patience.” Nick's voice rang out in the alley the sound of his belt and zipper being undone echoed slightly.

You lifted your head looking down as his member popped out of his boxers. Your jaw hung open slightly as you looked, sure his bulge felt big grinding against you but seeing him was completely unexpected. He picked up on your oogaling and decided to tease you about it, “This the biggest you’ve seen?” he said pridefully. Swallowing and rolling your eyes you scoffed “Don’t get so big-headed.”

“So it is,” he said, stroking himself slightly, his cock already twitching in his hand. “I didn’t-“ before you could finish he had pressed the shaft against your wet pussy. The warmth and hardness made your free leg buckle, Nick quickly scooped you up pushing you hard against the wall for support. Gently Nick rubbed the tip of his dick up and down your slit making you whimper as you wrapped both of your legs around his waist.

Pushing you up Nick pushed the head into you. Though he had just fingered you it did not aid in stretching you out. You were extremely tight causing Nick’s eyebrows to knit together and a groan to leave his lips. You gasped as he pushed further inside of you going slowly so you both could get used to the feel.

Thrusting hard he pushed his length all the way inside of you, daring to push against your cervix. Your hands moved towards his face starting at his forehead you pushed all his hair back, gripping it tightly in your fingers tugging on it slightly. That made Nick feel amazing, the twinge of pain spreading over his scalp going straight to his dick. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly open as he panted. His sad sexy eyes drilled into you, entrancing you as he started to move slowly at first.

You gripped his hair tighter as he slammed his hips against you, his tip pushing against your g spot each time. With each thrust, you got more used to him and got more vocal. Nick put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he bounced you up and down on his dick. He pressed his head against your chest, throbbing inside of you. “A-ahh fuck..” he grunted pushing you down hard. The thick sticky liquid fills you up, making your insides warm as you came around him as well. His cum gushed out of you down the shaft of his dick dripping onto the concrete below.

Nick stayed planted inside of you as he panted his head still resting against your breast. Slowly he let his hand fall from your mouth, you panting as well. You let your grip on his hair go gently petting his head as you felt more leak out of you. Gently he pulled out of you making you shudder at the lack of stuffing. He set you down slowly pulling your dress back into place for you, a bead of cum rolled down the inside of your thigh. Inhaling and exhaling quickly you straighten yourself out, your breath finally stabilizing as he refastened his belt.

Shaking his shoulder he pushed all his hair back, it stayed slicked from the bit of sweat. You looked over at him biting your bottom lip. “That was…exhilarating,” you said with a giggle. He moved over to you smiling as he rested his hand on your lower back “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” he looked around seeing that no one had watched them.

“Let's go back to my place and clean you up, yeah?” Nick asked, looking down at you. “Yeah. I’d like that,” you said in response, giving a little nod before he walked you to his car.

#nick flynn #being flynn #paul dano x you #paul dano is hot #paul dano my beloved #paul dano nation #paul dano fanfic #danonation #paul dano x reader #paul dano #paul dano smut #paul dano fic #nick flynn x reader #nick flynn smut #paul dano nick flynn

[bunnabi]

I LOVE PAUL DANO AAAAAAAAAAAAA

#thank you for listening #paul dano my beloved

[stryshttu]

the scriddler nation doesn't appreciate Riddler 2022 as I do so I'm here to make you love him

He's one of the best interpretations of Riddler and here is WHY.

“he's a desyassified version,” “he doesn't wear expensive suits full of question marks,” “that suit was boring” NO!!!!! IT WAS THE PERFECT SUIT FOR HIM TO START!!! He literally comes from the lowest point, and he talks about how the men in power and corruption keep the low income/poor people at the bottom. Ofc he can't afford those shiny beautiful suits because he doesn't have money for it. Also the military suit was GREAT. He paint it and designed his own symbol which is amazing, a gun sight with a "?" in the center.

Also, he fights againts corruption and classism? 😭 Why would ppl hate that? He fights for the people that were forgotten like him.

“it's not the same story of his father and blah blah blah” ok, they changed his origin story A LOT, and I can get why you get mad at it. I also get mad when I am used to the southern granny Scarecrow story and ppl change it to the story of his father experimenting of him- BUT regarding the Riddler's origin story, it is so so great. Eddie HATES LIES AS WELL, HATES CHEATING, because ppl used to tell him that he could have a better future, and gave him fake hopes. He just wanted an opportunity to be better and when that promise of renewal broke, he broke, too.

He grew wanting to please everyone, be a good boy for the nuns and the other children at the orphanage, even if he didnt agree in somethings or if it was difficult for him to act "normal" (masking his autism- we will talk about that soon), but NOBODY thanked or pleased him. As he got older, he still followed orders from his corrupt boss and the goverment. But what did they do for him? NOTHING. And when he does something for himself ppl tag him as self-centered.

He became the Riddler for the others that also needed help, not only because of him, and ppl still think he's selfish.

He's implied to be autistic (you can notice this more in the comics of Riddler: Year One by Paul Dano), he is non-verbal since kid (canon), as an adult ppl say he doesn't talk and call him weird. He doesn't know how to interact with people in a "normal" way. He also seems to vocally stim with riddles and weird silly noises that you can hear in the movie.

The catholic guilt content? PLEASEEEE. We need to take advantage of that. He even did a catholic reference riddle!!! (That one of the sins of the father)

We can also see that topic of him dont knowing if he's insane or not, (or denying being it). He knows his situation is not good, and HE TRIES to be better, listening to podcast about mindfulness and stay positive- but at the end, everything gets worse to him. He's very smart and is afraid that his biggest and greatest thing about himself (his mind) is also the worst thing and can turn againts himself because of a mental illness. We saw it in the movie when Batman calls him "sick and twisted, etc etc," and he has a mental breakdown. Yes, that scene is DEEPER than you think. His mother died in Arkham when he was in the orphanage as a kid, now imagine that the guy you always admired says to you, “you're gonna die alone at Arkham” just like his mother did and no one cared. He doesn't want that, he wants to be remembered. He doesn't want to end up like his mother- alone and mentally ill.

He makes funny jokes in the movie! He's so goofy!!!!

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIM BEING A BIG BOY?!!!! CHUBBY RIDDLER SUPREMACY!!!!!

And please he has the same bad habits as Arkhamverse Riddler, you cannot hate this version of him if you love Arkham Knight Riddler. He doesn't sleep well because he plays the DETECTIVE role (YES! HE ALSO GOES THERE AND INVESTIGATES- or else how tf would he have evidence of all the corruption and know all that information?) and claims that Einstein only took naps. He doesnt eat well. His lastname is Nashton (a reminder that is canon that Arkhamverse Riddler had the same lastname before changing it to Nygma). And in this page called "nigma. org" is well known and ppl call him a genius, which suggests that we will soon see how he calls himself E. Nygma.

And yes, he is also a little bastard insufferable, and if you dont think so, then I guess we didnt watch the same movie.

THERE'S SO MUCH MORE OF HIM BEING ONE OF THE BEST ONES!!! but i'll end it up here, thank you for your attention.

#sorry if theres bad English i wrote this at night #anyways Riddler 2022 my beloved #no one understands him as i do #riddler #edward nygma #paul dano riddler #riddler 2022 #Reevesverse #scriddler #PLEASE SCRIDDLER NATION OPEN YOUR EYEEEEEEESSSSSSS #steph talks :)

[l0verseyes]

Little Miss Sunshine (2006) 🚐💛

#little miss sunshine #dwayne hoover #olive hoover #paul dano #draws #MY BELOVEDS‼️

[snailsfall]

#edward nashton #paul dano #dano riddler #dano!riddler #the batman 2022 #the riddler #i made this #riddler arrest scene my beloved

[just-call-me-angel]

Do You Want Fries With That?

Warning(s): degradation, slut shaming, Brian is icky and i want him in my bed, fingering, AFAB! Reader, Unsafe sex, party, underage drinking, smoking (cigarettes), let me know if there's warning I missed and I'll add it <3

Author's Note: My brother's in Christ thank you so much for your patience with me, I think I've finally gotten my writing inspo back which is poggers (Of course the first fic I post in a bit is a Brian Willcox fic because I have terrible taste in men)

Summary:  “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?” Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner.

Ao3

“Oh my god (Y/N) you should totally go flirt with him.” 

You tilt your head at Jessie, brows furrowed as you follow her line of sight to the greasy dark-haired boy standing at the counter—you recognize him from school, not by name of course, but you’d seen him in the halls or in his car smoking and skipping class. 

You frown, nose scrunching as you look back at Jessie, “Why would I do that?”

“Because it would be funny duh” she responds with a giggle, shoving her unfinished drink to the side. 

Maddy nudges your side,"I bet if you showed him a little bit of cleavage he'd cream his pants–" 

"Guys I don't know–" 

Kirsten rolls her eyes, "Come on, don't be such a fucking stick in the mud its just a little bit of harmless fun." 

You bite your cheek, fidgeting with the end of your skirt as you glance again at the boy behind the counter. He’s not bad looking in your opinion—but he’s not exactly the type of guy you’d usually go for. 

Still you can’t help but appreciate his looks a bit—he’s tall and lanky, nearly 6 feet tall if the height difference between him and his coworker is anything to go by. His black hair comes down to his shoulders and you get the feeling that he doesn’t really do much to take care of it—-and you hate that he pulls the look off so easily. 

Usually he’d be wearing all black so it’s a little jarring to see him in the bright yellow Mickey’s uniform—but he’s still got a long sleeved black shirt under it and his usual black leather bracelets buckled around his wrists. His pants are baggy around his waist, barely kept up by his fraying belt and you can just barely see the long chain hanging against one leg. 

If you’re completely honest he’s actually more your type than the guys you usually went out with—-you don’t admit that to your friends of course. 

“Come on (Y/N) you’d be doing him a favor— he isn’t exactly a chick magnet” Maddy chirps, brushing your hair behind your ear a bit. 

Jessie leans over the table, “Come on don’t be a prude—”  

You pout, “I’m not being a prude—”

“Sure had us fooled—” Kirsten teases, giving you a pointed look, “We’re not even asking you to go fuck the guy.”

The girls look at you expectantly and you instantly feel powerless, biting your cheek and averting your gaze as you shift to the edge of the booth, “Sorry I was being stupid—you guys are totally right it’s not even a big deal.” you force a giggle, smiling as you get up from the table.

Jessie smacks your ass and winks as you pass, “Remember to show a little cleavage—”

You weren’t a mean girl—-or at least you liked to think so—but you hang out with mean girls. In fact, that's what the majority of your friend group consists of—mean, bitchy, popular girls who found joy in putting others down and the asshole jocks they liked to screw around with.

And you blindly follow them—-at this point it’s hard to even make excuses for yourself. It was social suicide to stand up to them and as much as you hated the way they treated people, you also weren’t willing to give up the social status you had gained from them—who were you to complain when they had basically taken you under their wing when you moved to town in your freshmen year.

Really you were no better than them—so maybe you were a mean girl.

You were certainly on track to making that a proven fact as you made your way towards the counter to do as your friends had instructed. It's just a little bit of harmless fun––just flirt and embarrass him a little and be done with it.

The boy, whose name you still couldn't remember, had his back turned so he didn't notice you at first. His coworker—possibly another classmate—glances at you, brows furrowed for a moment before he gestures for the black-haired boy to look in your direction. He turns to you grumbling something about how much he hated his job, and for a moment you consider turning back. 

He stares dumbly at you, brows furrowing as he speaks in a very flat and bored tone, “Welcome to Mickey’s I’m Brian how can I help you.” 

Brian––you do vaguely remember hearing that name being tossed around—it seems so very fitting for him, though you can’t say you could possibly imagine another name for him.

You glance back at your friends—Maddy gives you a thumbs up, Jessie winks at you making a gesture like she’s encouraging you to show off your tits a bit more—Kirsten holds your gaze for a few seconds like she’s daring you to turn back. 

Fuck it—it was just a little harmless fun–-so what if that made you a mean girl. 

You turn to look at Brian again, giving him your best smile, honey-sweet and flirty as you lean forward, palms flat against the counter, chest on full display for Brian (and his coworker) to see. He seems almost completely unfazed, glancing at you with a look somewhere between boredom and annoyance.

He hardly even looks down at your chest, green eyes flitting down for the briefest of moments. Most men spent a good majority of their interactions with you just staring at your chest—especially after you hit puberty—god you still remember the exact moment boys started to look at you differently. So having a boy suddenly ignore you like this was—odd to say the very least. 

His eyes are a little slower in the way they drag back up from your chest to meet your eyes once more, still bored as ever as you lean in a little more, biting your lower lip in the way that always seemed to drive guys mad, “We go to school together don’t we?” 

He stares at you for what feels like ages and then shrugs, offering you nothing more than a grunt. You take it in stride, though it does throw you off a bit the way he doesn’t seem at all affected by your advances. Men were usually so simple, so easy to crack, a few flirty glances and they all fell to their knees in an instant.  Brian at his core is like any other man, just show him a little skin and he’ll crumble like all the rest. 

You giggle despite him having not said a word—it only seems to annoy him more as he rolls his eyes at you and sighs heavily, "Can I help you?"

You bob your head to the side, and smile thoughtfully, “Maybe—ya know I’m surprised I haven’t noticed you before, you’re kinda cute.” 

"Listen I’m gonna stop you right there, I know your type and im not interested" 

You blink at him, laughing awkwardly, "I don't know what you mean by that Brian."

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and huffing, "You think that just because you're a pretty girl that you can do whatever you want and get away with it—"

You stammer, face going red as you try to deny his accusation, but he talks over you.

"Let me guess, your friends dared you to come over here and put on a little show for me—see if I'd embarrass myself for your entertainment? You must be really fucking full of yourself if you think I wouldn't see right through your little nice girl act—"

"I—I wasn't—that's not why—"

He doesn't seem at all interested in hearing your excuses and honestly you don't even know what to say. 

"Listen Princess, I'm sure you're used to every other loser you fuck with giving you what you want and you probably think you're doing them some kind of favor but I'm not fucking interested, so either order or get fucking lost." 

You bite down on your bottom lip, swallowing a whimper as you blink back tears and Brian stares at you with disdain, the hint of a smirk on his lips as his coworker snickers behind him. You glance back at your friends and they’re all laughing at you—Kirsten in particular looks especially pleased by this turn of events as she points and giggles.

It shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does that their cruelty has been turned towards you—that’s just how they are sometimes. They only wanted someone to laugh at so they could feel like they were above it all—it didn’t matter that it was you they were throwing under the bus—you just needed to learn to take a fucking joke.

You don’t even fault them for it anymore and come tomorrow this would be a thing of the past and you would go back to following them blindly. But for now you have to focus on not crying in front of them all—especially Brian. 

“So what’s it gonna be Princess? Are you gonna order something or do you want me to keep embarrassing you in front of your friends?” He sneers, crossing his arms as you finally look at him,  “Or are you one of those girls that get off on being humiliated?” 

No—absolutely fucking not—you weren’t enjoying this—

He bobs his head to one side and lets his eyes drag over your body—it’s different from the way boys usually look at you—and it definitely should not make you feel hot between your thighs. His eyes drag back up to meet yours and you shiver, biting down a quiet choked gasp.

After a minute of struggling to think of a response all you can manage is a weak, “Fuck you—”

He chuckles darkly, tongue jutting out to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “You want fries with that?”

Your bottom lip trembles and you bite your cheek to keep from crying as you curl your fists at your side and turn on your heels, refusing to look Brian in the eyes as you rush back to your table. Your friends are still laughing, barely trying to muffle their excitement at your humiliation as you grab your bag off of the seat next to Maddy.

“(Y/N) babes, where are you going?” Maddy chirps, just barely hiding her giggle behind her hand. 

“I’m going home—”

Kirsten rolls her eyes, tapping her long nails on the table and sneering at you, “Oh don’t be so dramatic hun it’s not that big of a deal.” 

You shake your head, swallowing the urge to start crying as you try to maintain your dignity, “No it’s not this I just remembered I still haven’t finished that paper for History and I want to make sure I have it done before that party this weekend.” 

Jessie huffs on the other side of Kirsten, “Oh shit would you do mine? I totally suck at that History crap–”

“Yeah sure—just tell me what your topic was and I’ll get it done before Friday” 

“Awesome! Thanks babes you’re a total lifesaver!” Jessie giggles, “No hard feelings about tonight right?” 

Kirsten gives you a look, brow raised as you look down at your feet sheepishly and laugh nervously, “Yea–yea no hard feelings, it's not even a big deal or anything—I’ll see you tomorrow okay.” 

You don’t even let them finish their goodbyes before you turn tail and head for the exit, heels clicking loudly as you rush to your car. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you close your car door behind you and settle into the front seat. You don’t even know what’s more distressing— the humiliation— or the fact that you actually kind of liked Brian humiliating you. 

You blink away the tears starting to spill down your cheeks and stare through the windshield until you see Brian watching you from inside the restaurant with a smug little smile, green eyes staring right through you like he knew exactly how he was making you feel.

You had never in your life broken so many traffic laws to get home as fast as possible—ignoring the questioning look your father gave you from the living room when you slammed the front door shut behind you. 

You wish you could say that night was the one and only time you went to bed after making yourself cum on your fingers thinking about Brian and the way he had humiliated you. But you couldn’t get him out of your head—it was like your interaction at Mickey’s had turned a dial in your brain and now you notice him everywhere. 

He was driving you fucking nuts and it wasn’t like you could talk to anyone about it—your friends would have a field day if they found out you had the hots for Brian of all people. So you kept it to yourself, hoping the feelings would just go away—-God, you hadn’t felt like this since you first hit puberty. 

It didn’t help that he seemed to know exactly how he was affecting you, always giving you the same smirk whenever he caught you staring at him in the halls at school or while he was smoking by his car. 

Brian isn’t a guy you should get involved with—he was the kind of guy who fucked you like he hated you—-and he had made it abundantly clear that he hated you. Plus it was social suicide to be seen with a guy like him.

Maybe there was something wrong with you because you couldn’t seem to help yourself—you start seeking him out—-you try to convince yourself that it’s just to prove a point—it’s complete bullshit—you wanted him to humiliate you again.

The bell at the front door of Mickey’s jingles and your heels click on the tiled floor as you step into the restaurant. You glance around, pleased to find that there aren’t many people around—at least not anyone you went to school with. 

Brian was once again turned away from you, leaning back against the counter and chatting with the same coworker from last time—his name still escapes you and as horrible as that makes you feel, you can’t really bring yourself to care too much as you stand on the other side of the counter waiting patiently for them to notice you. 

His coworker glances at you clearly both confused and amused that you had returned—you don’t miss the way his eyes drag down your body before he speaks, “Brian you’ve got a customer.” 

Brian groans, stretching his arms out above his head before he turns to face you, he raises a brow at you when he recognizes you, “Look who decided to come back,” he looks past you as if searching the rows of booths and tables for your usual friend group.

You offer him your sweetest smile,” I came alone,” you laugh nervously, “No dare this time I promise”

Somehow it’s almost more humiliating knowing your friends aren’t there with you—-at least then you had the excuse of stupid dare to fall back on—

“Why did you come back then?” He smirks, tilting his head down at you. 

Good fucking question.

You bow your head sheepishly, “I came to apologize—”

“Bullshit” 

You flinch, looking up at him with furrowed brows and flushed cheeks, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me Princess.” He hums, eyes slowly dragging down your body, “I think you came back because you liked being humiliated—”

You stammer,“That’s not why—”

He leans against the counter and still towers over you, “You and I both know that’s bullshit.” 

All you can do is stare at him, blinking stupidly and struggling to speak.

He chuckles, pleased by your dumbstruck look, “I’ve got a break in 15 minutes if you wanna show me why you really came here.” 

“I came to apologize that’s all” you sound far less sure of yourself than you want to as you shake your head and anxiously watch him. 

He raises a brow, tongue swiping out for a split second to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “Come one don’t act all innocent now, I know you came here to get humiliated again—” 

You shake your head again, making yourself a bit dizzy, “That’s not—” 

He leans a little further forward his voice lowering, “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?” 

Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner. 

The whimper escapes your lips before you can even swallow it and you freeze instantly, hands trembling at your side as you fight to look away from Brian. He looks shocked for a split second, brows raised and cheeks slightly flushed before his lips curve up into a smug little grin. 

He chuckles darkly, “Well isn’t that cute—”

You can’t even bring yourself to speak—anything you say would probably only humiliate you further. You bite your lower lip and suck in a stuttered breath before turning on your heels, Brian’s laughter echoing behind you as you helplessly rush to your car—once again feeling far too hot between your thighs. 

You figured after your second time being humiliated by Brian that your thirst would be quenched and you could move on with your life—go back to screwing around with mediocre men and letting your friends walk all over you.  But your fixation only seemed to worsen the more you tried to deny it. 

Maddy’s boyfriend Hunter was hosting a big party tonight—that was your opportunity to forget all about Brian—or at least make a damned good attempt at forgetting. 

Except you weren’t exactly fond of the distractions being offered to you tonight. Maddy had been trying to set you up with her boyfriend’s best friend Max for nearly 2 months and you were beyond uninterested at this point. 

So you were adamantly avoiding him—slipping into the crowd of drunk teens and hiding whenever you saw him. You almost felt a little bad—Max wasn’t a bad guy—-though you honestly hadn’t made much of an effort to get to know him so you really couldn’t say that for sure. He was a jock who spent most of his time trying to bore you to death with football stats or trying not so slyly to get into your pants. 

Avoiding Max was made a little less annoying since he was easy to spot when he was twice your size and stood only an inch or two shorter than Brian. Still it was getting a bit tedious having to duck your head every time you saw him enter a room. You wanted to be able to enjoy the party—you’d dressed up in your cutest little slip dress that barely covered your ass—and you were barely getting to show it off because you were too fucking anxious to tell Maddy that you didn’t want to fuck Max.

You poke your head into the kitchen, sighing in relief when you don’t see Max in there waiting for you. You slip past a couple making out by the counter, swiping a red solo cup and pouring the first bottle you can reach into it—as long as it gets you tipsy you honestly don’t care how it tastes at this point.

At least you didn’t have to avoid Brian—he rarely came to these parties—you doubted he was even ever invited on the occasions that he did make an appearance. A part of you foolishly hoped that you would see him—-you weren’t doing a very good job of trying to forget him. 

You sip absently at your mystery drink, eyes darting over the crowd until you spot Jessie and Maddy making their way towards you, smiling and giggling drunkenly.  You do your best to look pleased to see them, raising your cup in silent greeting as they come stumbling into the kitchen.

“(Y/N)! Oh my god you bitch we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jessie chirped, words slurring a bit towards the end.

Maddy giggles, leaning heavily against Jessie’s side, “Max has been looking for you too,”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, taking another sip of your drink as your eyes dart again over the crowd to make sure Max isn’t coming your way.

Maddy’s nose wrinkles at you and she scoffs, “Ya know you’re being a real bitch avoiding him all the time—” 

“I’m not being a bitch—”

“Yes you are—I don’t even know why I tried setting you guys up, you can’t even appreciate what I did for you”  

You sigh, tension already pulsing in your forehead, “I’m sorry. I just don’t really feel like myself right now—I promise I’m not avoiding him.” 

She squints at you, glancing at Jessie silently communicating with her before looking back at you again, “ Is this about that stupid thing at Mickeys?”

“What—” you sputter, nearly spitting out your drink, “No–it’s not—it’s not about that—I’m just stressed about school I guess I don’t know.” 

Jessie giggles, she's probably the happiest drunk you’ve ever met, “You just need some dick–” she hiccups and tugs on Maddy’s arm, “I wanna go dance”

You give a strained smile, laughing awkwardly, “Maybe you’re right.” 

Maddy seems to have lost interest in scolding you, excited at the offer to dance, “Ooo! Good Idea—(Y/N) stop avoiding Max” 

“Will do—” 

She doesn’t even wait for your answer before she’s dragging Jessie back into the crowd, both of them swaying precariously. Just as you think that you’ve still got a minute to relax before you have to hide again, you spot Max standing near Jessie and Maddy, the two girls instantly pointing in your direction— God this was shaping up to be the worst game of Hide and Seek that you’d ever played. 

You duck your head as quick as you can, darting out of the room and into the hall to find a new place to hide. 

You glance behind you for a second before slipping into a dimly lit room. The door shuts behind you and you lock it with a click, resting your head against the frame with a sigh of relief–-peace at last.

A cough echoes behind you and you nearly drop your cup as you turn to look at whoever you had locked in the room with you. You see a cloud of smoke first, and then as it gets blown out the window you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Don't look so disappointed to see me Princess, you'll hurt my feelings" 

You really had the worst luck.

You blinked stupidly at Brian as he sits in front of the window, a nearly finished cigarette perched between his fingers. 

"What are you doing here?"

He snorts, tapping his finger against the cigarette and watching as the ashes fall, "I could ask you the same thing— aren't girls like you supposed to be the life of the party"

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, "I'm just taking a break"

He nods but doesn't seem at all convinced based on the little smirk he's got, "Your friends ditch you?" 

"No, they just–"

"Ya know I can be pretty good company when I want to be" he hums thoughtfully, putting the cigarette out against the window frame before tossing it carelessly out the window. He stands and even though you've got plenty of space between the two of you, you suddenly feel cornered. 

He takes a step towards you, tilting his head and smirking as his green eyes wander over your body, “I was sorta disappointed that you left so quickly last time we talked—but that little noise you made before you left made it worth it.” 

You whimper, biting your tongue and pressing your back against the door frame as he takes a few more steps closer to you,chuckling, “Who knew you were such a little freak—”

Brian crowds you against the door, one hand resting palm flat next to your head while the other reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, “What’s it gonna be princess—you gonna stop acting all innocent and let me fuck you—-or do you wanna go back out there and join your pathetic excuse for friends?” 

You scoff, doing your best to look as annoyed as possible despite the heat already pooling in your stomach, “Why would I–-Why would I fuck you?”

“Because you know I’ll fuck you in the way you need to be fucked,” he pauses, relishing in the way your breath stutters, “You want to be ruined don’t you princess—” 

“No I don’t—that’s disgusting—” 

At this point you aren’t even doing a good job of convincing yourself and Brian, like the asshole he is, looks all too smug about it. He drags one hand slowly down your arms until you can feel his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress. He hums in appreciation when he brushes over your panties, damp fabric telling him everything he needed to know. 

He leans in a little until you can feel his breath hot against your ear, “Then why are you so wet princess?” 

You whimper and he chuckles, pressing his thumb over your clit for a second before pulling his hand out from under your skirt. He tilts his head at you and rests his hand on your hip, stroking slow circles over the fabric of your dress, “You have a choice to make.” 

You should leave. You should slip out of his arms and go back out to the party. You’d probably have to deal with Max but maybe that was worth it. Or maybe Brian was right—and you hated him for that. More than anything you hated that you still wanted him. 

He’s giving you a way out—-a way to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine—-a way to maintain what's left of your dignity. And Brian is all too calm about the situation, shifting his leg between your thighs and smiling down at you like he isn’t giving you an impossible choice—-he doesn’t even seem worried that you’ll turn him down. 

Fuck him—fuck this party—fuck your friends—-fuck Max—-

Fuck it—

You don’t say a word, your hand curling into the front of his hoodie as you drag him down, crashing your lips into his before he can stop you. He seems genuinely surprised at first, eyes wide and cheeks flushed—and you almost think that you might have some power over him.

He lets you take control for all of 5 seconds before he presses you a little harder into the door, fingers digging into your hip as he kisses you with a bruising force. 

His lips are softer than you had expected—not that you would ever admit to ever imagining what they might feel like. And he tastes of cigarette smoke, shitty beer, and Mickey’s curly fries—it should disgust you—-more than anything it just makes you disgusted in yourself—and you love it.

You aren’t inexperienced by any means—and yet kissing Brian makes you feel like it's your first time all over again—-he’s rough and all consuming, dragging you impossibly close and leaving you dizzy. 

He moves his hand off of the door behind you, quickly cradling the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair. He tugs lightly at first, smirking into the kiss when you gasp and then tugs again a little harder until your mouth falls open in a pathetic little whine. 

“Needy little thing–,”he coos at you, kissing your jaw, “You just need someone to put you in your place don’t you princess?” 

He nips at the underside of your jaw, pressing the rough fabric of his pants against your clothed cunt until you respond with a whimper. You can feel him grin as he presses another kiss to your jaw, “You make such pretty little noises.” he praises, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so worked up—you’ve been imagining this haven’t you?” 

You try to shake your head, and he chuckles, “You don’t have to lie princess, we both know you’re just a pretty little whore who likes to get humiliated—otherwise you would have left already.” 

You really shouldn’t let him call you a whore—and you absolutely shouldn’t feel so turned on by it. 

“I’m not—” 

“Not what?” He raises a brow at you, “Not a whore?” You shake your head and he narrows his eyes at you, tugging your hair again until you let out a choked whine. 

“No—i’m not a whore—”

He tilts his head, “Then leave, because I’m not here to treat you nicely,” his fingers grip your hip harder, dragging you forward until his knee is once again pressed firmly against your cunt, “If you stay here I’ll show you exactly how much of a needy little whore you really are.” 

It’s not even a threat at this point, it's a promise. You don’t move an inch, still firmly pressed against the door despite him having loosened his hold on you slightly. He’s giving you another opportunity to leave and instead of taking it like you know you should—you roll your hips against his leg with a whine. 

Brian hums, “See that wasn’t so hard,” he pauses, tugging your hair and forcing you to tilt your head to look at him—His dark hair hangs over his face, just barely hiding the way his green eyes darken as he stares back at you, “You gonna let me ruin you?” 

It’s pathetic how quickly you submit to him with a quiet whimper, “Please—” 

He grins wolfishly, pushing you back against the door and grinding his knee between your thighs one more time before moving his hand from your hip back under your dress. He laughs when you let out an airy whine, cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers brush over your dampened panties, “Fuck—you’re soaked—you really need it bad don’t you baby—that why you were being so bratty before?” 

Your bottom lip trembles and you look away sheepishly as he drags his thumb over your clit with a low hum of approval against your collarbone. You bite your tongue, swallowing a moan as you arch into his hand, clinging to his hoodie with trembling hands. 

“You get this wet for all the jocks you spread your legs for”

You want to tell him that you actually haven’t even fucked that many guys—and most of them weren’t even jocks—but he makes it clear he isn’t actually looking for an answer as he works he shoves your panties to the side and runs his fingers over your slick cunt making you inhale sharply before can say a single word.

“I bet they all treat you like a little cumdump don’t they?” he hums, thumb grazing your clit again, “Dumb little thing like you probably begs them to fill you up, right?” 

You whimper, “No–-No—I don’t—I make them use condoms—” 

“Oh yea? Maybe you aren’t as stupid as I thought—” He teased, fingers prodding at your entrance, “I’ll fix that though don’t you worry, I’ll remind you what a dumb little slut you are.” 

“I’m not—”

He clicks his tongue, and bites your shoulder, “Shut up—I don’t wanna hear shit from you unless you’re begging me to fuck you.” 

You fall silent in an instant, save for a choked whine as your cunt clenched around nothing. He drags the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders with his teeth and hums in approval when you move obediently to pull them off your arms, letting the top half of your dress bunch up around your waist. 

His eyes go wide for a second, pupils dilating as he stares at your exposed chest, “You really are a whore—-were you hoping to get some action tonight?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, letting go of your hair in favor of palming one of your breasts, a groan slipping past his lips when he pinches your nipple between his index finger and thumb. 

He drags his tongue down in a slick line between your breasts, chuckling lowly when you shiver, fingers trembling as you grasp his shoulders, “It’s real lucky I found you when I did,“ he groans as his other hand moving again between your thighs, middle finger slowly pressing into you as you let your head fall back against the door with an airy whine of his name. 

 “Holy shit—you’re fucking tight.” 

Your cunt tenses around his finger as he pulls back out and then pushes back in a little faster, this time slipping his middle and index finger in. It pulls the air right out of your lungs and you are reminded very suddenly that no other guy had ever actually finger fucked you—until now. 

Brian had been right about one thing—most guys you hooked up with were strict followers of the hit it and quit it rule and that usually meant they didn’t focus very hard on anything except getting their dicks inside of you. So foreplay wasn’t really something you were used to—unless of course it involved sucking a guy off. 

And now Brian—-of all the people in the world it had to be him—-was quite literally blowing your mind, curling his fingers in your cunt and dragging the most pathetic little noises out of you. 

Brian doesn’t even seem fazed, too busy latching onto your tits and fucking you on his fingers. It was like he didn’t even realize that he was shattering your world—or maybe he did notice and he just didn’t care.

“Jesus—look at you—” his voice is low, nearly a growl as he sucks a bruise onto your chest, “You like having my fingers inside you, don’t you princess?”

You nod, “Feels so—ah—fuck—good—”

A third finger slips into your tight heat and you choke on your words, hand flying up to cover your mouth as you toss your head back against the door. Brian hums, thumb circling your clit, “Shit—you act like you’ve never been fingered before—”

You bite your hand, looking away from him and that’s all the answer he needs as he stares up at you with a devilish smirk.

“Oh that’s just cute—“ he chuckles, jerking his wrist suddenly and driving his fingers a little deeper into your cunt, dragging a broken sob from your lips, “No wonder you’re such a needy little thing,” 

His pace quickens and with every curl of his fingers you could feel yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. You can barely think or speak or do anything except whine helplessly, trembling as you cling to his shoulders. Brian relishes in every little sound you make and every weak roll of your hips only seems to spur him on.

“You can’t cum til you beg for it princess,” he warns, pressing an openmouthed kiss to your jaw, “Even pretty little whores like you have to ask for permission.” 

He knows you're close—-so close you can practically taste it. You don’t even try to argue with him—You’re far too focused on the possibility of getting to cum that you can’t be bothered to fight him.

“Ple–please” 

“Aw I think you can do a little better than that princess.” he teases, the pad of his thumb circling your clit, making your cunt clench around his fingers. 

Distantly you consider telling him to fuck off—the words die on your tongue almost as quick as they came. He looks so smug, tilting his head to one side and smirking as you struggle to speak, words escaping you with every drag of his fingers.

“Please—-please Brian”

“I need it—please”

“Please—I’ll do anything—please—”

His hand stills between your thighs and you have to bite down a frustrated whimper as he grins at you, “Admit that you’re just another cockhungry whore and I’ll let you cum.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, “I’m—”

“Go on princess, say it—say ‘I’m a cockhungry whore’” he hums.

“I’m a—I’m a cockhungry—whore.” 

“Atta girl” He groans, wasting little time driving his fingers back into your cunt, dragging you right back to the edge—it happens in the blink of an eye and your entire body shakes with the force of your orgasm. 

Brian is relentless—he drags your orgasm out until you can barely stand, thighs trembling as you cling desperately to him, choked little whines falling from your lips. He fucks you through every minute of it—-making it nearly impossible for your completely come down from the high. 

You fall limp against him, whining pathetically when he keeps toying with your clit and you can hear him laughing through the haze that follows your climax and all you can do is blink stupidly at him. He brings one arm around your waist to keep you steady while the other remains between your thighs. 

He coos at you sweetly “What’s the matter princess? That too much for you.” 

You nod blearily, “sensitive—” 

“We aren’t done yet princess” he hums, dragging his fingers roughly over your clit one more time, chuckling when you let out an airy gasp, “You want my cock don’t you?” 

It’s pointless to deny his question—it wouldn’t sound believable even to you. 

You take a shaky breath, nodding sheepishly and peering up at him with wide eyes. He groans and pulls you closer, lips crashing roughly against yours. The kiss is short and sloppy, but it still takes the breath out of you like the first kiss had and he chuckles at the way you whine when he pulls away. 

He is gentle as he guides you to the bed on the other side of the room, he only teases you once about the way your legs shake as you walk before he helps you sit on the edge of the bed.  

You tilt your head up at him watching curiously as he pulls his hoodie off, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He smirks but doesn’t say a word as he unbuckles his belt, working his pants open enough that he can tug them down to his thighs, dragging his boxers with them. 

You stare, wide eyed and red cheeked at his cock—he’s big—bigger than any guy you’d ever been with. It’s both terrifying and thrilling. 

He raises a brow at you, “What are you waiting for princess, thought you said you were a cock hungry whore?” 

You pout, face burning a little hotter, “I only said that because you wouldn’t let me cum otherwise—”

“You’re a shitty liar, ya know that?” he hums, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock before you can pull away, “Look at that, look at those pretty hands on my cock.” 

You whimper at the feeling of his cock warm and heavy in your hands, the bright pink of your nails contrasting brightly off of his skin. 

Brian chuckles at your reaction, hand reaching up to brush stray hairs out of your face, "You were made for this princess— think about what all your little friends would say if they saw you like this—" he traces his thumb over your bottom lip and groans as he  bucks his hips forward pushing his cock against the palm of your hand, "What do you think they'd say, hm?"

"I–I–I don't know—"

"Oh but I think you know exactly what they'd say," he clicks his tongue, pressing his thumb down a little harder on your lower lip, forcing your lips to part, "They'll think you're a whore–"

"No–no they—"

He hisses, shaking his head as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you fall silent, save for a quiet whimper, as he reaches down with his other hand to guide your hand along his cock, "They already know you're a whore—they probably knew you'd spread your legs for me didn't they?"

You try to shake your head or pull your hand off his dick but he doesn't let you move an inch that  he doesn't want you to. Brian smiles, guiding your hand back and forth along the length of his cock. You stare at him and then down between the two of you. 

Instinctively you squeeze his cock, a sense of pride rises inside your chest when Brian groans. He presses his thumb back a little farther on your tongue, spit pooling in your mouth and licks his lips as he smirks at you. You squeeze his cock again and after a moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, grunting as he shoves you back against the mattress. 

“You still want my cock princess?”

You nod after a moment, fists curled into the sheets as you stare up at him. He's surprisingly gentle as he traces his hands over your thighs, hiking the skirt of your dress back up around your waist. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties and he taps your hip, beckoning you to lift your bottom half off of the mattress so he can drag the thin fabric down to your ankles. 

He shifts a little closer, cock brushing against your thigh and you roll your hips in anticipation. He raises a brow at you, slightly shocked by your movement but he doesn't move to stop you, instead he reaches down between the two of you with one hand to guide his cock against your  wet cunt, watching your reaction with a pleased groan when you whimper at him.

Brian presses into you slowly, stretching you with every inch of his cock. He groans, fingers digging into your hips as he bullies his cock deeper. It drags the air from your lungs and forces a string of breathless curses and whines to fall past your lips.

"Fu—fuck—oh fuck—you're so tight—" he hisses, biting his lower lip as he watches every inch of his cock disapear into the tight heat of your cunt. It takes him what feels like ages to bottom out, cock hitting the deepest parts of you until you swear you can feel him in your belly.

Mercifully he stops moving, seemingly just as overwhelmed as you by the feeling of you clenching around him. His mercy lasts for scarcely a minute before he rolls his hips and drags his cock out a few inches before driving it right back in with a low groan. 

You choke, trembling hands reaching up to grasp at his t shirt, "bri—brian—fuck"

"It's alright princess—fuck you were made for this—" hums, leaning forward, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches up to hold your face. You whimper as he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains.

“Brian—bri—wait—” 

He slams back into you forcing a choked sound from the back of your throat, “fuck—you—-how—how are you so fucking tight?” he starts thrusting slow and hard, gripping your hips as his pace quickens. 

“Bri—”

One hand drags up from your hip to tangle into your hair, forcing you to look up at him, “What is it pretty girl—” 

A whimper spills from your lips and you reach for him, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer, “bri—brian—please—-you’re—-you’re too big—-slo—slow down”

He laughs, driving his cock into you a little harder, “You think I’d believe that I’m bigger than those fucking jocks you spread your legs for?” 

You tremble under him,”Please—bri—-please—I’m serious—-fuck—”

“Oh thats real fucking cute—” he grins, tugging on your hair and groaning when your cunt clenches around him, “Don’t you worry princess—I told you I’d take care of you.” 

He reminds you again that he has no intention of being nice or gentle with you as he fucks you just as relentlessly as he had when he had you cumming on his fingers. You barely even register the fact that he’s not wearing a condom—-you hate that your cunt flutters at the thought of him filling you with his cum. 

And yet you beg him for more. Clinging desperately to him and sobbing with every bruising thrust of his cock. He grips your hip and holds you in place as he sets a brutal pace fucking you—-tearing you apart and then putting you back together with every drag of his cock—-

You’re ruined for anyone else—-you can’t even deny that at this point—-though you obviously weren’t about to admit that outright to him—-especially not when he’s still in the process of ruining you.

It doesn’t even take long for him to send you headfirst into another orgasm-—-it’s sort of terrifying how easily he brings you to the edge—-normally you were lucky to be able to orgasm even once—-

The only warning you get is the string of curses that spill from his lips and the jerk of his hips as he drives his cock into you as deep as it will go—your cunt flutters again and he spills into you saying your name all soft and pretty like a prayer.

He falls with you and your vision blurs—time slows and all you can feel is Brian—he surrounds you—consumes you—you drown in him.

His pace remains just as relentless and unforgiving even as he fucks you through your second orgasm and all you can do is cling to him. He curls over you, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine every time he feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck––Bri—Brian” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit.

He shifts, pressing a few lazy kisses up your buck and along your jaw and then drags you into a sloppy kiss. He pulls out, smirking into the kiss as you whimper at the loss of his cock, cum already beginning to drip out of your cunt. 

He rolls over, laying down beside you on the mattress. You come down from the high slowly, and even then you feel like you're stuck in a fog. You feel good—perfect actually—perfect and full and warm—

Without thinking you shift a little closer to him, curling against his side with a content sigh. At first he leans into it, arm curling around your side, hand tracing over your hip.

His laugh startles you,"I didn't expect you to be so clingy afterwards" 

In an instant you pull away from him, dragging yourself up off the bed with a huff, "Fuck you Brian—"

He laughs again, leaning up on his elbows to look at you with a smirk, "Pretty sure I did fuck you already princess," he pauses, eyes dragging down between your thighs, "unless that's someone elses cum dripping from your cunt—"

"Fuck off." You hiss, pulling the end of your dress down and glancing around in search of your panties. 

"You looking for something pretty girl—"

You turn to him as he shifts towards the end of the bed, tugging his pants up and giving you a smug grin. You narrow your eyes at him as he reaches his hand into pocket and lifts your lacy blue panties up in front of you. 

"Give them back."

He thinks for a moment and then shrugs, "No I don't think I will,"

"Brian—"

"Nope" he hums, shoving the panties back into his pocket, "I think I'll keep em as a souvenir"

You curse under your breath, preparing to argue further until he gets up off the bed, taking a step towards you, tilting his head at you, " —maybe i'll give em back to you next time"

You bite your lip, stepping backwards and shaking your head, "We can't do this again—"

 Brian raises a brow, “Who says?” 

You fidget with the hem of your dress, pulling down a bit farther to cover your thighs—-you really wish you hadn’t gone with such a short dress—it was doing very little to hide the slick coating of your inner thighs. 

You shrug after a moment, “We just can’t—-this was fun and all but—” 

“Oh it was fun was it—” 

“Well—I mean—”

He laughs—another step forward—-and another two backwards until you reach the door—- “You admitting you had fun with little old me? I’m flattered truly—-and I’ll be honest you’re a better fuck than I thought.” 

You turn the lock and grip the door handle—-glancing at him with a frown before opening the door slightly—- “Let’s just agree to never discuss this okay?” 

He looks at you for a moment, and then shrugs, leaning down to swipe his jacket up off the ground, “If that’s what you want then that’s fine by me,” he pauses as if considering his next words carefully—though you know for a fact he rarely ever thinks very clearly about any choice he’s ever made—- “Wouldn’t want your friends to find out what a little whore you are would you?” 

In an instant you spin on your heels, just barely catching yourself as you pull the door open enough to slip through, losing yourself in the hordes of teenagers moving through the house—-as you pull the door shut behind you, you catch another glimpse of Brian, winking as he pulls a lighter and a fresh cigarette from his pocket—-

You left the party early—-mercifully you didn’t run into any of your friends—-though you did catch Max’s eye as you slipped past an incredibly stoned classmate—-you imagined you would be hearing from Maddy or Kirsten later on—-probably Kirstem, these days it seemed like getting on your ass was what brought her the most joy. 

That wasn’t your biggest priority though if you were honest—-you really should not have fucked Brian fucking Wilcox.

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Paul Dano as Pierre Bezukhov War and Peace (Ep.3)

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Heyyy!!! Started reading your Edward stuff a little while ago and omg I love your writing! Was wonder if I could possibly request something with our boy Klitzy with a plus size!reader? Maybe Klitz finally has the balls to confess to reader and reader like rly rly likes him back but they’re like “but why me?” cause they’ve never really had anyone like them before? maybe they’re worried Klitz is just prancing them or smth? I’m projecting majorly rn I’m so sorry 😭

A/n: My beautiful lovely anon I deeply apologize for how late this request is, thank u for being my first request I really do hope u enjoy this ( also ur not projecting or anything luv dw )

( big shoutout to my best friend sky for helping me with this 🫶🥺)

Warnings: a hint of angst, both reader and klitz are a bit insecure

From the start~

Tim Klitz x plus size reader

Another year passes by and he still hasn’t uttered those three little words to you. You and Klitz have been friends ever since freshman year when you first came to the school, and being the new kid sucked with no one to talk to, you settled on just giving up. As all hope was lost, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Looking back at the source, it was a cute but awkward-looking boy with this bowl haircut that his mom most likely did herself and those tiny little glasses that made him look more nerdy than ever. He flinches back as if you were the one who tapped him on the shoulder. He offers you a sheepish smile. His voice cracks a bit before speaking (that made you giggle). "Um, you must be the new student, well, obviously you are since the teacher literally just introduced you”. "Um, ok, that was a dumb question. "Anyways, I’m klitz,” he offered his hand for you to shake while smiling that damn smile, giving you butterflies.

That was how everything started. He introduced you to Matt and Eli (you had to admit you did not like Eli at the start with his crude comments on your body, which made Klitz want to throw hands with him).

But today was the day Klitz felt brave enough to confess to you (also from the constant harassment he gets from his friends to finally confess). He had everything planned out; he had texted you the night before to meet him in this beautiful park. Hopefully the green scenery would be romantic enough for you.

While Klitz was waiting for your arrival, he couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling of you not liking him back. In a way that he liked you, that is. He was ridden with overzealous anxieties about his confession, breaking your friendship apart. Too many what-if's and but's are running through his mind now, making him shake his head to get rid of the thoughts going through his head. As you showed up in the distance, his gaze averted to where you stood. There you were, in all of your glory, looking as breathtaking as ever. Kliz's vision started dissipating, but he drew in a slow, deep breath to keep his cool. 

In the distance, you saw Klitz standing beside a park bench, detailed with wood and well-constructed metal. You could feel yourself getting nervous as well as he was ever since you got that text message from Klitz. The night before was still plaguing your mind with overthinking, wondering what could have been so important that he would have wanted to meet you at this really nice park all alone. 

You walked towards him, your hands fidgeting slightly as your eyes scanned the park until they landed upon him. 
"Hey, Klitzy!" 
You cheerfully say this despite the nervous churn in your stomach. You might have been thinking that he had finally found out your feelings towards him, which is causing you a bit of panic, wondering what he might think of you. 

"O-Oh! Hey, y/n, you actually came." Klitz seemed a bit surprised. "H-How are you doing?" 
“ God, why can't I just talk right for once?" He thought to himself when he spoke nervously, facepalming internally.

You softly laughed at his nervousness, which was reassuring to know that he too was nervous.

"I'm doing great! "What about you?" You said it with a nervous but inviting smile on your face. Your cheeks made your eyes squint slightly whenever you smiled. 

"I'm good; thank you for asking." His smile was uncertain, but a genuine one at least. His fingers tapped the side of his leg nervously while he looked at you, occasionally looking away.

"It's no problem," You two stood there for a bit until you broke the silence in the park. "So why did you want to meet up?" You asked curiously, hoping that it was something silly like a school project. 

"Well, um, I-" Klitz's eyebrows tensed slightly, feeling nervous and unsure of his confession. He took in a deep breath, which made you seem a bit confused about what could have gotten him so jumbled up. His eyes were closed for a moment, opening as he exhaled. 
"I-I know it's a little sudden, but I've always had feelings for you." You could feel your heartbeat quicken just as much as he was starting to when he said these few words. 
"Ever since we became friends, well, actually ever since I first saw you," Klits let out a nervous laugh in between his speeches. "I've been afraid to say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I don't want to be just friends. His face was a bit red as he stumbled over his words. A slight moment of silence was shared while you looked at him with curious, nervous, widened eyes as he confessed to you. "What I'm trying to say is that I like you, y/n."

You stared at him for a bit more as a smirk crept onto your face, starting out with a giggle then progressing into a humbling laugh.

"Wait, why are you laughing?" Klitz's face went from nervous to confused, feeling a bit defeated by your laughter at his confession. It took him a few days to even build up the courage to even invite you to the park in the first place. "What's so funny?" He was genuinely confused about why you would be laughing at him. 

As your laughter died down, you looked up at Klitz, who wasn't laughing with you; he was looking at you quite hurt and upset with your reaction. "You're joking, right?" You questioned me with a raised eyebrow. 

"I-" Klitz was looking at you with his mouth slightly open, letting his eyes flutter for a few blinks. "No, I was." He shook his head and sighed sharply before shaking his head. "You know what, never mind." Klitz turned on his heel to walk off before he could make a fool of himself any longer until you grabbed ahold of his wrist before he could storm off anywhere.

"N-No, Klitz Wait, I'm sorry." You holding onto his wrist sent a striking feeling through his spine, making his heart flutter ever more. He turned back to you slowly as the hope in his eyes returned when you stopped him from walking off. 

"I didn't know if you were joking or not; I never get asked out genuinely." You held onto his wrist a bit longer before he turned back to you, letting go of it when you came face to face with him again. "I wouldn't have thought that someone would really have eyes for me." You muttered under your breath, seeming a bit sorrowful but pleased to know that the person you liked had genuine interest in you. 

Klitz tilted his head slightly in a bit of confusion. He was still anxious, to say the least, but he was more interested in what you meant, showing a hint of concern for you as well. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, Im.. y'know." You looked down and shrugged, seeing your body discourage your thoughts on his confession. "Not fit for societal standards." 

It took him a moment to process what you meant until he had an 'aha' moment, noticing that you were commenting on your body. Klitz was a mess, to say the least. The effect you had on him should be a crime, the way his whole body broke into a cold sweat at the slight attention you so gracefully offered him. Klitz never viewed himself as a good-looking hell; he even considered himself ugly, but seeing you act this way baffles him. Who wouldn't want to be with you? You always found ways to light up a room with your presence alone, always finding ways to make him feel better about himself. It upsets him greatly to know you don't view yourself the way he sees you because you're anything but special. He could still recall the day he first laid eyes on you, as if Cupid flew in and shot an arrow through his beating heart. 

"Y/N, you are beautiful; you don't have to worry about so-called'societal standards." His eyebrows tensed, looking concerned about your self-image. "Don't take me as someone who would think that about you." Klitz moved a bit closer to you, feeling compelled to hold onto your hand to comfort you and as a way to show how passionate he felt towards you. 

"I'm just afraid that you would see me as I see myself." You muttered, looking off towards the plains of the park while the birds chirped a subtle song.

Klitz's nervousness never failed to return; he wanted to compliment and reassure you so desperately, so he held his breath, his shoulders tensing up as he gazed at your stunning complexion. "However you see yourself... I'm sure it's just you overthinking." Klitz quickly turned away with a reddened face. "If you could only see how you look in my eyes, you'd understand why I'd ever confess." His voice was ridden with nerves, making him stumble upon his words. "Come on, grow a pair; this isn't the time to be nervous." You couldn't tell, but he was slapping himself in the face inside his mind.

You suddenly felt a pair of lips collide against yours. The kiss was a bit clumsy but sweet, no less. You were shocked, to say the least, but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the kiss, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on his cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by the intimacy you both were sharing. But eventually u pull away feeling so many emotions at the same time, good emotions, though u look up at klitzy, who was now wearing the same expression as yours but slightly different, it looked worried as if he didn’t think u might’ve actually liked him back before u could utter anything out klitz starts spitting out apologizes like there is no end to them.

I-I’m so sorry I-knew this was a dumb idea a-and I shouldn’t have k-kissed u like that I-I’m really sorry. Before anymore pointless sorrys could come out of his trembling self, you tugged down the collar of his shirt, now facing you at eye level, as you gently placed your soft lips on his, making sure to put every single loving molecule that is in your body through that damn kiss. As you slowly separated from each other, you look up at him.

Nothing but admiration was behind those small dorky glasses he never grew out of; no words were exchanged between you, just loving glances as you lean onto him, touching temples. You whisper back to him those sweet three little words Kiltzy was aching to hear.

He finally grew some balls and said those three words 👍🤓

A/n thank u so much for reading I really hope u enjoyed this ( I apologize if klitz sounds too ooc it was my first time writing for him ) don’t forget to drink some water👹

#zee writes #paul dano #klitz x reader #klitz my beloved #timothy klitz #paul dano klitz #klitz the girl next door

[gar6agef1r3]

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’ve been taken by a corporation who is testing the genetic makeup of species trying to recode them into a new evolution of “super”. The A.L.F rescue you turning you into a new recruit. You’ve caught the attention of the leader Jay who seems to have grown attached to you. Though, good things never do last.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jay (Okja) x fem!reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW 18+ content, fingering, sensual missionary, breeding kink. I promised you guys a spicy chapter, here she is with more to come I swear. I love a good slow burn so you guys have to sit and endure it.

Chapter Three:

A month had passed, you had changed completely. The cuts and bruises healed up leaving only scars. The weight of your body slowly started to return making your frame full and healthy. You had almost returned to your old self before being locked away. Your time with the A.L.F led you to grow closer with the group. Learning more about their cause and the mission they had been sent to do.

As the prices of products increased the need for wealth and fame grew. About 10 years prior The Mirando Meat Corporation was funded, promising the world a new type of affordable meat. A breed of these large pigs were created by what they claimed to be ‘Selective Breeding’. Each pig was promised to grow the size of a hippo allowing for more meat to be disbursed at an “incredibly low price”. 10 years ago they sent 5 of the most perfectly bred super pigs all around the world to see who would be able to grow the perfect pig. In 10 years time they would hold a contest to see who grew the best pig and the winner was promised a trip to New York to participate in the “World’s Best Super Pig Contest.” This was all a front, for while the world waited to see the outcome of those pigs The Mirando Corporation was mass producing these animals through genetic modifications.

Though, once they found what could be done with the anatomy of a pig the corporation started to wonder what it would look like to produce the world's first breed of super humans. They stole people from all over the world off the streets, those who would not be missed. Your parents were a part of the Mirando Lab as scientists who were told they would be working on cures for cancers of various types. Until one day they found out what they were really doing and threatened to take the information and evidence they had gathered to the public.

Lucy Mirando the creator of the company had them murdered and kiddnapped you where you became one of the first few human trials. A.L.F knew about the super pig, but the night that Jay’s group found you shook up their whole operation. It was not only animals at risk now.

Once you were well enough you started to educate yourself on the A.L.F learning of past missions and accomplishments. Slowly your fear turned to hatred for the corporate American’s. After a few weeks these people became your family, you grew closer to them with each passing day. Eventually you found it appropriate to ask to join them. You wanted nothing more than to stop the evil that boiled behind the capitalist world you lived in. Everyone agreed you would be a perfect fit into their miscellaneous family except Jay. He protested your lack of knowledge and training on the group reminding everyone of the mission they were on; how dangerous it had become.

Storming out of the kitchen you bit back your tears. Silver and Red’s voices called out after you as you closed the door to your small bedroom. Tears fell down your cheeks, your face flushing red with anger as you balled your hands into fists. How could Jay say something like that, you had every right to be a part of this mission inside it felt like it was part of you to stop this company from ruining more people's lives. He of all people knew how they used to affect you, your frequent nightmares you would wake up shaking from and panic attack when certain words were mentioned for he was the one who always comforted you.

Quickly snapping around Jay’s body swiftly moved in through the door gently closing it behind you. Looking up at him in frustration you lifted your right index finger pressing it hard into the middle of his chest. Your lips were pressed tightly closed with your eyebrows pushed in just as tense. Tears continued to roll down your face as you pushed in harder. His eyes softened as his face filled with hatred for himself. To see you like this was awful but to know that he made you this way was heartbreaking. Jay’s full eyebrows fell sad on his face his mouth frowning slightly as he spoke “Y/N, I-I didn’t mean it like that.” you balled your hand into a fist hitting him slightly in the chest. “I’m sorry… I hadn’t realized…” He continued as you hit him again harder this time.

Again and again you hit him with both hands hard enough to make a point as he called your name for you to stop, until he grabbed you by your wrists gripping them tightly as you thrashed by his hold. Pulling you in close, Jay enveloped you in his arms holding you close to his body, his face bent down hiding in your hair, “I can’t let you get hurt… I can’t lose you…” His voice breaking at the last word tears falling against your skin.

His body shook slightly as he sobbed into you. Shocked, you stopped struggling letting your breath return to normal. Feeling this solemn man weep against you, pained your chest. He had never been so vulnerable with you. You gently moved back your hands meeting his face as one was placed on either side. Smiling gingerly you cupped his face wiping the tears from his cheeks. ‘I’m right here.’ you signed removing one of your hands from his face. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I am safe now.’ you told him as he had told you so many times before. Reaching up quickly his hands met your face. Jay’s lips parted slightly as he leaned in quickly pressing his soft lips against your own. You watched as his eyes closed, yours following in suit as you returned the kiss pressing into his lips. The electrifying feeling flooded your body and a huge weight was lifted. This moment was something you had waited for a long time as the pair of you got closer with each passing day.

Pulling away Jay pressed his forehead against yours “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while now.” he said with a breathy chuckle. Licking his bottom lip as you watched, biting your own as you peered into his eyes. Tilting your head up you gently brushed your lips against his own causing a small whimper to escape his mouth. Holding your face you pulled you close once more, interlocking your lips. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip as he pulls your body in, pressing himself fully against you. You kissed him roughly reaching your left hand back, his soft long hair entangling in your gripping fingers. Jay groans into your mouth as you slightly pull at his hair moving his head back. His bottom lip caught in your teeth as you pulled his head away from the kiss.

Opening his eyes he looked down at you as you released his lip. In a quick movement he scooped you up, hooking his arms under your thighs. Wrapping your legs around his torso you graze your lips against his exposed neck kissing the spot of skin right where his shoulder met the base of his neck. Moving over to the mattress pushed against the bedroom wall he gently laid you down the soft cushions enveloping your body as the weight of his own held over you.

Jay slipped his left hand down the side of your body, pushing the fabric of your shirt up as he reached the hem. His fingers rolling against your skin sent shivers all over your body causing goosebump to arise all over. Propping yourself up on your elbows your lips found his, pushing up more until the two of you were seated. Throwing your right leg over his torso you straddled him, his roaming hands pushing your shirt up and over your head. Jay let out a breathy “Oh..” as his eyes looked up and down your exposed body. He moved his hands behind your back one resting in the middle, the other at the small pulling you in close.

Closing his eyes he pressed his warm lips against your sternum causing you to tilt your head back, your long hair tickling at your skin. He kissed the skin over your breasts inhaling as he did, his nose brushing against the soft pink under garment. Longingly his eyes looked up at you as he unhooked the lacey sliding the straps from your shoulders and down your arms until you let it fall to the ground. The stiffness in his pants grew pressing against you. Your face grew warmer as the egar feeling filled you, grinding your hips down earned a guttural moan before Jay let the warm pad of his tongue flick over your nipple.

Your hands shot up gripping his hair as he did so, each flick making you more wet then the last. You ground your hips hard into his groin, the fabric causing a glorious friction, the bucking of his hips every now and then let you know what you were doing felt good for him as well. Jay let his right hand slowly move down your body playing with the button on your pants until it opened, unzipping them in the process. He slipped his hand in your underwear, his middle finger gliding against your wet cunt. Jay moved away from your nipples to watch your face, a trail of spit clung to his chin still connected to your bare skin. He slowly began to rub your clint as he watched your face contort into pleasure, his mouth hung slightly open, the pleasure from seeing how he made you feel caused him to throb.

You gripped his shoulders as he pushed his middle finger inside of you. After a moment he pushed his index in stretching you out slightly, a squeak managed to release from your throat as you bent over laying your head against his. Letting your eyes close you felt as he pumped his fingers slowly. His finger moved inside of you until you were practically dripping, slowly he removed his fingers from you causing your body to shake a little from the absence. Sitting up a bit you watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth tasting you. Your lips parted as you watched his tongue move across his own fingers. How his perverted mind had thought of this moment, actually tasting you and smelling your soft scared skin. You rested your hand on his chest pulling at the fabric he still wore and to your will he abided removing the shirt.

Grinning, you pushed him gently back on the bed, a small laugh coming from him. Kissing his exposed chest you let your hands inch down his torso until your fingers brushed against his bulge. Pushing against it you watched his face as his eyelids fell shut, his back arching slightly at your touch. Running your index finger around the top of his pants you smiled, his breath hitching as you teased him. Slowly you undid his pants sliding them down his thighs with his boxers hooked between.

As you pulled, his member slightly bounced up, the coolness of the room’s air sent shivers down his spine. Your warm hand and fingers gripped around his shaft, promptly you began to stroke up and down earning wonderfully melodic moans every time your skin would brush against his tip. You stroked him for a moment watching as his hips thrusted up against your hand, his body tensing he could feel the climax tickling his stomach. Releasing your hand his beet red face looked up at you practically glowing in the dim light. Fully sitting he leaned in close pushing his lips hard against your own, his left hand meeting the back of your neck as he pulled you even closer. Passionately you kissed as he shifted and unshifted until he was laying you back against the mattress.

Jay shuffled out of his pants, pulling at yours slowly kissing the pale skin of your thighs until you were exposed fully. For a moment he paused looking over your figure. How your pale skin contrasted with your bedsheets, the pink undertones of your skin glowing. You were beautiful, he would be foolish to call you anything other than heavenly. He could not have dreamt you to be this perfect as admiration filled his eyes. “Y/N, you are the most beautiful creature…” the blood rushed to your cheeks as his compliment engulfed you. Taking your hands in his Jay pressed his lips against your knuckles slowly working his way up to your neck sucking gently on a few spots.

Tilting your head you were intoxicated by him. The feeling of his weight over you as he sucked on tender spots. Your hands moved to his hair, balling them into fists and tugging slightly, being rewarded with a moan for how good it felt to him. His eyes found yours as his hand trailed down your body once more. Biting your bottom lip you stared into his eyes feeling him slowly push into you. You mouth fell open with pleasure as he continued to push, the two of you did not break eye contact. Jay could feel you flex around him as he finished pushing his length inside groaning with the sensation. He thrusted hard watching your face contort to pleasure, he could imagine the way your voice would have moaned out his name. Pressing his forehead against your own he continued to thrust into you letting out deep lustful moans.

“I love you…” Jay groaned out as you gripped a fistfull of his hair harder. Your heart skipped a beat as those three little words fell from his lips. How you wanted to respond, but the way he ground his hips against you made your head fuzzy. You could feel the tingle in your abdomen, your climax rising. Curling your toes you arched back Jay’s cock throbbing inside of you as he moaned, thrusting harder and faster.

Panting he looked at you once more, sweating glistening on his skin causing his hair to cling to his forehead slightly. Your eyes fluttered open, inhaling and exhaling deeply as you grinned at him. Jay pulled out leaving you shivering from the empty feeling. His cum leaked out of you slowly pooling beneath you, collecting on the sheets. Realizing the mess he made Jay quickly stood using a clean folded towel to soak up the sticky liquid. You had watched him take care of you so many times before this moment feeling more intimate then the sex it self.

A warm fluttery feeling consumed your body as your ears rang out, your eyes rolling back in your head, pleasure streaming all over your skin. Your walls clenched around Jay’s shaft as you came, the pressure causing Jay to struggle. He kissed you hard, thrusting deep into you, a warmth filling you up. Groaning out he shivered letting his throbbing cock stay stuffed inside of you.

Beaming up at him he sat down next to you looking over your face as he always did. ‘I love you too…’ you signed, finally being clear minded enough to reply to him. Jay’s smile was huge as he scooped you up into his arms pulling you close and nuzzling his face into your bare chest. He held you tight, entangling himself in you as you pet his head gently. Exhaustion riddled your body, your eyes closing while you listened to Jay hum something sweet. The rise and fall of your chest was an ultimate comfort as the two of you lay there slowly drifting asleep.

#paul dano nation #paul dano x you #paul dano is hot #paul dano my beloved #paul dano fluff #paul dano fanfic #paul dano x reader #paul dano okja #okja 2017 #okja #jay okja #paul dano #paul dano smut #paul dano riddler

[cheetahspy]

I need to doodle this greasy scrunkly again. It’s been a fat minute

I’m going to flashback cinema this weekend because they’re playing The Dark Knight, and I’m so fucking stoked!!! Finally I get to see my silly man on the big screen cuz I didn’t when it was first released in 2008🥲 (I was like 5 lmfao) And I’ve missed out on all the flashback cinemas for it….until now 😈

#just rambling #probably delete later #ahhh Heath Ledger my beloved #him and Paul Dano’s Riddler together tho… #now that’s an interesting duo thought

[killjoyjamie]

what are you looking all fearful for, you cheeky rapscallion ??

#beloved wet rag #skrunkly from the depths of my mind #has a house inside of me probably #i would let him live inside my ear #paul dano #danonation #calvin weir fields #paul dano calvin

[sweetums0kitty]

Things that I think have Edward Nashton ✨Vibes✨ or like random headcannons for him.

The Early Fall Out Boy albums.

Mainly I think he’d love Take This To Your Grave (he’s big into Tell Mick he just made my list of things to do today) and From Under the Cork Tree (Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I got was this song) and Folie à deux (mans screams 20 Dollar Nosebleed driving home after a murder)

Has a beat up to hell DSI he saved a bunch of money up for. Is the undisputed king of Brain Age. Has that DS game that’s just a bunch of public domain classic books.

The DSI itself is like really beat up from riding around in his book bag. He’s changed the battery multiple times so it’s basically running on spite and coffee fumes! Just like him!

I think Eddie would also be an MCR fan, Mama makes him cry his eyes out. Legit heartbroken when they broke up. Absolutely lost his (already gone) fucking mind when Foundations of Decay came out.

Has a deep buried desire to be loved and held and cared for. Does not know how to express it or attain it. Poor guy is the definition of touch starved.

When he does order food at the diner he keeps it pretty simple. Like a sandwich maybe a BLT if he’s feeling fancy. Mostly it’s pie time bay-bee! Also too much coffee

Pretend to hate Starbucks, says Frappes are just milkshakes with like a drop of coffee in them. Loves to play the Coffee Snob™️. But this motherfucker would inject Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Frappes into his bloodstream if he could!

Speaking of Fall things favorite season right there. He loves Spoopy stuff!

The air getting colder, the leaves changing color, it’s crisper and Gotham is allllllmost a tolerable place to be in. Not when you’re right in the center of the city, that’s dank and nasty. But go to the parks or the outskirts and yeah he can vibe with that.

Is strangely enough a master at hair braiding. He picked up the skill from the Orphanage.

Really loved Roald Dahl books as a kid. Back when he was still innocent and idealistic (before everything went to shit and even a little after in the Orphanage) he would try really hard to see if he had Matilda powers.

Like he’s stand in the bathroom and give himself a migraine trying to flip the switch with his mind. It never worked! 😔✊

Shockingly don’t think he’s an Incel, is he dismissive of other people and outwardly rude? Yes, yes he is! But he just can’t give enough of a fuck about other people to give a shit about who’s having sex and who’s not. Still lonely tho…

I think his parents (to make him sadder, who doesn’t wanna kick around the Blorbo a lil) were/are a Rich Girl who was studying at Gotham University with a Law Degree and the son of her Landlord’s who was also studying. A joint study session or two and they had their little fling and boom! Eddie.

His birth mom is from Metropolis actually! His birth dad disappeared under mysterious circumstances. (Rich Girl’s dad paid him a bunch of money to fuck off out of Gotham and never talk to Ed or his mom ever again)

Neither of them have his last name and his records are hella obscured. Trust me, Eddie tried to find out something, fucking anything.

Rich Girl Mom went on to marry some Rich Boy and she ended up with a MRS. Degree and had two half siblings. She often wonders about him. Saw what happened in Gotham and felt terrible and responsible for how he turned out. Just uh… not enough to like actually reach out and help him.

Eddie hates people but will never be mean to a child. Especially not the children in his building. He likes kids, they’re honest and non-judgmental.

Deep down he still wants a spouse, a nice 4 (one room is his office/man cave) bed and 3 bath house on the outskirts of Gotham with 3.5 kids and Golden Retriever or some shit like that.

Watches/watched too many movies and thinks relationships are supposed to be like a rom-com.

Is in a few Discord servers, has his own for the Riddler but also has like a group of internet geeks he plays D&D and like Jackbox or TF2 with.

He is the D&D Dungeon Master thank you VERY much! When he’s not in charge (he will fight tooth and nail on this) he likes to play Wizards, he’s a classic Elven Wizard guy. Always super high intelligence and Wisdom stats. Has the worst fucking luck on charisma throws, even worse luck when it’s a saving throw.

He had/has friends he just self isolates into a pile of hatred for the world and self loathing so his relationships are shaky.

This dude fucking loves the Sims, Sims 2 is his Nostalgia fave but he really got into the Sims 3 and had played that one the most.

I think he smells nice and doesn’t use like 3 in 1 shampoo. It’s still shit like store brand generic green man soap. But he takes care of his skin and his hair.

Avid wearer of sunscreen, will burn if he doesn’t wear it. Objects majorly to going outside during the summer.

Has one faintly chipped tooth from when he got slammed into a toilet in Middle School.

Was a Library TA in high school. Mainly his senior year since he really didn’t need to take anymore classes other than like an elective (shop class and one more language course. He picked German)

Likes the smell of spearmint, vanilla lotion (especially on a pretty girl), leather, old books and the metallic smell of fresh blood. Also coffee but that was a given.

Can technically cook but chooses not to.

Okay, I really should fucking stop this is already so long. 😖😫 But I love him.

By god I have to add onto this post!

My dude is a raging pansexual, like you all saw how feral he was for Batman.

He has such a weird way of getting crushes on people. One time a cute guy was vaguely nice to him when he got his coffee order and this poor guy already planned out their entire wedding and what they’d name their kids.

Cannot initiate to save his life in those situations. Gets too up in his head and his mean ole brain is like “A you’re disgusting, B. You’re getting distracted from your mission you fucking loser and, C. We gotta circle back to what a gross loser you are.”

If someone showed interest in him he’d short circuit and then assume it was some kind of prank. Please reassure him, he needs it.

As for mental health stuff ima project onto the husband here.

Has BPD, why? The outbursts, getting unhealthy attached to Batman without even knowing him, the mood swings. He just seems like the type.

ADHD my dude lives in organized chaos. Nobody else knows where anything is in his place and that’s how he likes it. He’s got his hyperfixations! Riddles and puzzles being one. Numbers too! He seems like the type of person who would bounce their leg a lot.

Pens are his stim toys, you can bite em, you can tap them, you can click them and they write! 

Tried to go to a gay bar once, he did not make it through the door, mostly sat in his car trying to hype himself up.

Once he got his Riddler outfit tho…. Ooh he was in there and it still freaked him out. Mostly it was him sitting in a corner trying to blend in and lowkey drooling over every hot person that passed him by.

Watched/watched Gravity Falls. He liked Dipper, kinda hates Mabel but not really and full on loves Ford

He’s always hated Harry Potter, thought it was stupid and whenever someone asked him what his house was he’d be like “I don’t have a Hogwarts house because I’m not a child.

Green Apple and Lime are the best flavors fight him.

He used to drink like way too much Monster and other energy drinks but they kinda give him heart palpitations now so he sticks to coffee.

He likes arcades, there’s one that’s been around forever by his place. The folks who own the place are pretty nice to him.

Very pinchable cheeks. You knew tho!

Wears socks in bed! His peets get cold.

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[neet-wifey]

God i was SUPPOSED to act normal but now i mildly exposed my Riddler/Paul Dano obsession 💀

#ᥫ᭡ personal #paul dano #the riddler #౨ৎ riddler my SWEET beloved #personal post

[penguinseathearts]

he listens to reaper rap everyday

#bill and ted soundtrack(s) my beloved #when you have most excellent music taste #i need to rewatch bnt i miss them #bill and ted #bill and teds bogus journey #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #paul dano #danonation