#paul dano fic
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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.
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(A/N: I couldn't help myself, I love his character already even though I've only seen seconds of him 😂 this is as accurate to what I've seen as I can make it, but I'll probably make a part 2 when the full movie's out and there's more to work with 🥰️)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Burt Fabelman Relationship Hcs ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
❥• I am a firm believer that this man is unbelievably sweet and just the best partner ever, incredibly tender and doting and a great listener-
❥• Burt's great at giving advice; he's a bit of a worrier and wants the best for you, no matter what's happening. He's very honest and comforting with what he tells you and can talk for literal hours if you want. Long talks and cuddles with this man is heaven. Whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, he'll just rock and shush you soothingly, until you feel calmer. Then he'll ask you if you want to talk about it or want him to get you a drink, all the while making sure you know that "I'll always be here for you, darling," and "I'm so lucky to have someone so sweet in my life." He means what he says wholeheartedly.
❥• He's always there to support you through your work and hobbies, watching with awestruck and proud eyes, probably filming any event you're a part of. Even on family picnics or dinners, Burt admires you just being yourself, carefree and laughing and loved. He's a bit of a dad in the way that he prefers watching instead of being all active with you and your friends, but you best believe you can drag him up off his feet from reading a thick-paged novel to clumsily dance around with you.
❥• Loves seeing you being a bit of a housewife, cooking and looking after the house and kids, Burt loves being part of a family and is the best father and husband ever. He's pretty good around the house too, and will definitely help cook with you and praises your efforts.
❥• Very cuddly and affectionate, particularly in private, but always holds your hand when you're out and about, or is touching you in some way when you go somewhere with him. Behind closed doors, Burt is a complete softie, gives warm hugs and sweet, lingering kisses whenever you want them.
❥• He loves it when he can just exist with you, reading quietly together while drinking tea, taking a morning or evening walk around town. Burt always makes sure there's time for you two to be together after he's finished working for the day, and oftentimes brings flowers or little meaningful gifts back for you that he knows you'll like.
❥• He never snaps at you, even if he's having a rough day. Burt would feel awful and always wants to keep a smile on your face. To be honest, if he was having a bad day, you greeting him with a hug and those adoring, sparkling eyes would make him feel a lot better pretty quickly.
❥• Burt Fabelmen is 100% perfect husband material, he's so in love and reminds you every day, through gently whispered words before you sleep and actions throughout the day. Sometimes, just a simple forehead kiss and caring eyes from him can express more than words ever can, and it's enough to make you feel warm and giddy inside for hours. He feels the exact same way whenever you pay him attention, even in the slightest of ways. Proudly whipped 🥲
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | Brian Wilcox x Gn! Reader
description: a fic very loosely! based on im not okay by my chemical romance in which, reader often seeks out their best friend brian's help regarding their failing relationship with their boyfriend, but never seems to listen. and brian gets frustrated that reader won't break up with their boyfriend for more reasons than just them not being treated right.
content: lots of angsty teen stuff. vague reference to leaked intimate photos. best friends to "enemies" (using that word loosely) to lovers, angst, cheating, comfort, first kiss, fluff!!! (happy ending)
word count: 3285
"I just don't understand why you have such an interest in us breaking up!" You snapped, staring at your best friend's expressionless face as he sits on the edge of your bed. Suddenly, that changed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he grimaced, shaking his head.
"Why?" He retorted with equal force to you, throwing up his arms in disbeleif, "Because he fucking treats you like shit!"
"Not like shit, Brian. You're being overdramatic." You cross your arms over your chest defensively.
"Like SHIT y/n, I'm not having this argument with you again." He runs a hand through his greasy black hair, the strands lifting up from their spot thrown over his forehead as they fall through his fingers. "You know y/n, you claim to have all these fucking problems, but you don't, everything wrong in your life would just be solved if you broke up with him, and I keep telling you this, and you never fucking listen, I have no advice left to give you, I'm sick of hearing about this, I'm worn out." He rants.
"Brian!" You scold in a weak, faint voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "Well, who's the one treating me like shit now?" You huff.
"Don't start with that," He gestures his pointer finger at you, shaking it up and down. "You told me you wanted my honest opinion, I'm being honest, it's not my fault you don't want to hear it."
"Well you tell me he treats me like shit but never tell me why all you say is to break up with him. I feel stuck, like I have no other options."
"Don't tell you why?- Because you do that for me. Every. Single. TIme you bitch to me." Brian sighs, frustration deep within his heavy breaths. "Come on y/n, don't be stupid, everyone's seen those pictures he took of you."
Your throat goes dry and you swallow viciously while sucking in a hard breath through your nose. Your face contorts with discontent, and your jaw clenches. For a moment you're suddenly transported back to the most humiliating weeks of your life. You can still feel the stares of your judgemental classmates burning into your body, with knowing eyes, aware of parts of you that they shouldn't have been. You can hear their whispers and giggles swarm around your head.
"That was fucking low, Brian." A tear rolls down your face which you quickly wipe away using the entire back of your hand. You shake your head, knitting your brows, "It was an accident-" You choke.
"You and I both know that's not true." Brain mutters.
"Why are you being so cruel." Your voice begins to crack as you can feel a sob coming on. Brian's reaction isn't exactly what you expected, most times you ranted about your boyfriend Brian was usually there to give you a hug, and to comfort you. Sure, he'd usually tell you to break up with your boyfriend, (in less friendly terms than that), but still, he'd at least always offer some sort of positivity.
Brian takes a deep inhale, "Because," then he exhales, "You wear me out."
"Do I?" You sneer, unsure of whether to be more sad or angry.
"Look, I don't mean to like make you upset, or let you down, or whatever," He speaks rapidly, shaking his head and screwing his eyes shut tight. "But I think it's better off you if you just hear the truth."
"But Brian," You sigh, "I can tell you're not telling the whole truth."
"That's on you." He crosses his arms, "I'm not arguing anymore, I have my own shit to worry about, I can't keep dealing with your problems. Try taking a good hard look at yourself sometime, and maybe you'll actually understand where I'm coming from."
You don't respond, only staring at Brian through misty eyes. As your breath falters, trying your best to hold back a full-on sob, you try took look for some semblance of warmth from Brian, just an ounce of comfort. Despite how upsetting Brian's words were, you knew that just the smallest amount of consolation would make you feel better, even if he just gave you a loose hug, that always worked, that always made you feel better, why couldn't he just do that?
"I gotta go," he huffs, "See you around."
You can't bear to look at him as he gets off his spot on your bed. You continue to say silent, your arms crossed around your chest, looking down at your legs. You can hear the sound of his footsteps walking out of the room, and the door closing on his way out, the shutting sound signaling you were now alone was an immediate trigger for the tears to come falling down your cheeks.
That's just it. You were alone.
The one person in your life that you could count on to make you feel better in times of need just walked right out the door without an ounce of hesitation. What were you to do now? Cry to your boyfriend about it? That would go over well. 'Hey babe, I really need someone right now, my best friend just stormed out of my room because he got frustrated about me always complaining about you.'
You sighed, throwing your head back on your pillow, your tears now running sideways down your face. The worst part is, you knew Brian was right. You had to break up with your boyfriend, and that would solve all of your problems. The two of you weren't in love, you weren't even sure that you had ever been. But with no boyfriend, how could you possibly deny your actual feelings for-
"Y/N! DINNER!" You heard your mother scream from the kitchen, cutting your thoughts off completely. Shit, you quickly wipe away the tears from your eyes, not in the mood to be questioned on why you were crying over dinner. You take a few deep breaths in and out, preparing yourself to act at least somewhat normal before heading out to eat dinner.
You walked into the kitchen and your mom greeted you with a confused look on her face,
"I thought Brian was staying for dinner."
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It had been a few days since your argument with Brian, and you hadn't talked to him since. Truth be told, you weren't doing well, not at all. The last few days had been full of nothing but tension and tears for you. Every time he'd pass you by in the hallway you were ignored, he wouldn't even spare you a glance. He'd usually avert his eyes and turn to talking to Amber, or one of his other friends.
It hurt Like, really fucking hurt.
You couldn't stand the feeling it gave you every time he passed you by, the way your heart dropped, and your stomach flipped. You couldn't count the times you felt yourself nearly throw up in the last couple of days alone.
Not having Brian around was far worse than any heartbreak you ever experienced. It had only been a couple of days, and it wasn't like he loathed you or anything, but you'd almost felt like a part of you was missing without him around. It felt stupid to say, he was just some greasy teenager, but you never really realized how complete he made you feel.
Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed happier than ever. Glad you finally ditched that "loser" Brian. He'd never really enjoyed having Brian around, and you usually had to fight to try to let him hang out with you whenever your boyfriend was around.
You sighed, placing your head in your hand as your arm rested on your desk. Your last period teacher was ranting and raving about something, you couldn't have been less interested. You picked up your heavy head and raised your arm way up.
"Yes y/n?" The teacher shot a look your way.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" You ask, desperate to get out of class.
"I'm in the middle of a lecture-"
"Okay, but I have to go to the bathroom."
"Fine. Go." She responded reluctantly before getting back onto her tangent.
You're relieved the teacher did not put up much of a fight, and begin to slip out of the classroom, into the dismal halls of the school building. You had no real destination, you didn't actually have to use the bathroom, only the desire to roam around aimlessly to try and clear your head. The poorly-lit, decaying classrooms filled with far too many people you didn't like tended to get pretty stuffy really quickly.
You tried to think of nothing else other than the sound of your footsteps as your beat-up old vans hit the dirty tile floor with every step you took. You let the quiet thudding sound sort of put you into a trance until you heard a voice around the corner.
"Oh forget them," You heard an all-too-familiar voice say, "They'll never know." It was your boyfriend. You stopped dead in your tracks, not really wanting to be seen by him and have any sort of interaction, but you were also very intrigued as to what he was talking about. You inched closer against the wall he was on the other side of, just around the bend. You were meer feet away but he had know knowledge of your presence.
"Are you sure?" You heard another voice say, a girl this time, you recognized the voice as a friend of your boyfriend's that had hung out with the two of you from time to time.
"Positive, they'll probably be home crying tonight or something, too emotional to even realize or even care where I am."
You felt your muscles stiffen at the sound of his words, certainly, he wasn't talking about you, was he?
"Don't be a dick." The girl giggled.
"I'm not baby, it's just the truth, they're such a downer. I need some fun in my life."
Baby? You listened onwards, feeling your blood begin to- not boil, but simmer. You were nearly certain he was talking about you, and why was he calling her baby?
In a surprising move of bravery you peered around the corner, hoping to god the two of them didn't see you. As you peeked just your head down the hall you could see them standing a decent distance away, the girl with her back pressed against a locker, and your boyfriend hovering over her.
Some fucking nerve he had. Doing this in public? Not even having the decency to break up before going after someone else?
You couldn't even find it in you to be sad right now, you bit down on the inside of your cheeks, surpressing a cackle of utter disbelief at what you were witnessing.
"Okay," The girl smirked before catching her bottom lip in her teeth, "I'll see you at 8 then?"
"On the dot." Your boyfriend smirked back.
"See you then."
Your boyfriend leaned down from his spot standing over her, pressing a kiss onto the girl's cheek. If only he knew you were here to see this right now.
You quickly swung your head back from around the corner and began heading back the way you came, hoping that neither of them would also walk this way and run into you.
Your legs trembled under you as you walked, and you feared that they might give out any second now. Your breath shook and you could barely get a decent-sized breath in or out.
God, if you'd just listened to Brian and broken up with your boyfriend when he first told you to none of this would have ever happened, and you'd still have your best friend.
You walked right past your classroom, unable to functionally act like a human, right now there would have been no way that you could sit down for the remainder of class and not freak out. You swallowed hard, trying your best to repel a sob, or maybe a laugh, perhaps even somewhat of both. You had no clue how to react, what even was the proper emotion to witnessing your boyfriend cheating on you? Probably being sad. But you didn't feel sad, no, not in the miserable cry yourself to sleep sort of way. Not in the keep your head down low not talking to anyone sort of way. Instead, you felt like you had to jump out of your own skin. Nothing in your body felt right, everything was uncomfortable. You couldn't stay still, your jaw, your breath your hands, they all shook.
There was a bubbling in your throat, not of the painful lump that precedes a cry, but a burning, one that could only be soothed by screaming at the top of your lungs, a sensation that could only be quelled by a presentation of your flaming anger.
You postulated that perhaps you'd probably be sad later, once you experienced the comedown of all this disbelief and anger. And you dreaded that too, you didn't know which emotion you'd prefer, both seemed positively unbearable.
On your aimless journey down the hall, you passed a clock hung up on a depressingly beige wall, glancing up at it with nearly teary eyes you realized there were only five minutes left in the day. A slight relief. You blinked away the forming tears in your eyes and began your shaky journey back to the classroom to get your things.
"Thank you for deciding to come back." Said your teacher, giving you a disappointed glare as you walked in the room.
"There was a line." You grumbled, heading back to your seat at the back of the room.
Defeatedly, you threw yourself back into your seat and anxiously watched the clock. Time had never seemed to move so slow as it did now, each passing second hand teasing you, bringing you closer and closer to the end of the day. Even with the minute amount of time left that burning uncomfortableness inside of you made you want to just get up and run out right there.
Then finally, the shrill ringing of the dismissal bell. It's ear-shattering high pitched tone was absolute music to your ears right now as you nearly ran out the classroom door, and pushing passed the hoards of people in the hallway.
You'd never felt so claustrophobic in your life, the dozens of students lining the hall suffocated you as they prevented you from the sweet release of being out of the school building. You pushed, and pushed, and pushed, being an absolute nuisance to everyone you came in contact with, but right now you really did not care. Then finally- you stepped outside.
The contact with the fresh air was not the cathartic release you were hoping it to be. Rather, you stepped outside and realized you no longer had anything further to look forward to, nothing else that you thought perhaps could free you of this feeling. You ran a hand through your hair, tugging on the strands a little out of pure stress. Your eyes roamed the courtyard of the school, looking out on the sea of students leaving for the weekend.
Then- you spotted him, Brian, walking alone to his car. Fuck it. You needed to do something. Talk to someone. You began walking in that direction, your legs picking up at an unreasonably fast walking pace.
You made your way to Brian's old, beatup car, he hadn;t noticed your presence right outside his passenger window. You peaked in the dirty window, you could see him in the drivers seat, head down with various CD cases strewn upon his lap, his shaggy hair falling in his face.
You tapped on the window, feeling the sun-warmed glass under your knuckle. Slightly startled Brian looked up, his face turning to one of confusion, or maybe it was disgust as his eyes locked with yours. You were having none of it. You knocked again.
"Open the fucking door Brian." You barked through the glass. Shaking his head in perhaps confusion, he leaned over the console and pulled up the lock on the door. Before Brian could even sit back down completely you were tugging on the door handle, and flinging yourself into the passenger seat of Brian's car.
"What the hell, man?" He asks as you get in.
"Save it, Brian." You snap.
"What did I do?" He asks, throwing his arms up defensively. You turn over to the side and glare at him, "Point taken." He sighs sitting back in the driver's seat. "Whatever," He shakes his head, "What are you doing here?"
"I've sat in your car a million fucking times why are you questioning me now?" You're vaguely aware of your harshness towards Brian, but part of you feels like he maybe deserves it... just a little.
"God, rough day?" He asks unsympathetically,
"I'm okay." You look him dead in the eyes. Brian turns to look at you,
"This is okay to you? Aggressively throwing yourself into my car and snapping at me after not talking for four days?"
"I said I'm okay Brian." You insist, not really keen on telling him the whole cheating situation, nowhere near being in the mood for his 'I told you so's'
"Don't fucking tell me it's him again."
You sit up a little from where you're sat in the passenger seat, inching closer to Brian's face,
"Listen to me," You raise your eyebrows, trying to emphasize your words, "I'm telling you the truth, trust me, Brian, I'm okay- I mean it."
Brian sits up in his seat as well, bringing himself closer to you. His face is so close to yours, you're looking him deep in the eyes, trying your absolute hardest not to start crying to him.
"Look man, I know I said I'm sick of hearing your problems but you don't have to lie to m-" Suddenly he's cut off when you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck did I just do that? You thought. You pulled away quickly, that sick feeling entering your stomach again after realizing what you did. You could feel yourself on the verge of throwing up. Your eyes darted around the car quickly as Brian stared at you in disbelief, you felt compelled to run out of the car, to leave here, and never ever show your face in Cody ever again.
"Oh my god Brian I'm so sorry I don't know what I was thinki-" Suddenly you were the one being cut off this time, Brian's lips pushing against your own. A sense of relief washed over you with this kiss, his hand comes up and holds your cheek. Brian's kissing is sloppy and inexperienced, and you can't help but to notice the faint smell of french fries on his hoodie sleeve, but you don't mind at all.
It's a little overwhelming, actually, the way he's holding your face close to his, the way your lips work together, literally everything else that's been going on the last few days. You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and Brian must have felt it brush up against one of his fingers because he pulls away, your face still cupped in his hand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again.
"Im not," You sniffle, shaking your head, "I'm not okay." Tears falling down both of your cheeks now. Brian raises his other hand to your face, wiping the stray droplets away with his thumbs
"Do you want to talk abou-"
"Please just kiss me again." You beg desperately.
"Of course." He nods eagerly.
a/n: finally a non eddie fic!! i've been on SUCH an mcr kick recently so i obviously had to write for my fav emo boy :,) ... sorry if this fic is a little uhh... teen angsty... but look at brian... that man is the EPITOME of teen angst. hope everyone enjoyed :)
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Absolution
Eli Sunday x Female!Reader, word count: 2k
i blame the discord server i just needed a lot of this and i needed it now so yeah
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: religion, sex on a desk™, oral, language, degradation
“Father Sunday, I’m so grateful that you would let me come to you in my hour of desperate need.”
On the floor of the office at the back of the church, Eli Sunday paced behind you as you sat on the chair at his desk, facing away from him, face basked in the light that managed to pour in from the dusty window. You could have looked almost angelic, cheeks stained with tears, lips pink and pouting, basking in the glow of God’s light, if not for the fact that your cheeks were ruddy with embarrassment. Truly a sign of a sinner to Father Sunday.
“Who else would you come to, my little lost lamb? I welcome your ingenuity, your honesty, now more than ever. To come to me without force. The willing can be saved.”
He spoke with genuine feeling, but never ceased his relentless patrol of the floor, footsteps softly thudding, the creaks of the floorboards with each purposeful step.
“I want to be saved, Father Sunday. More than anything. I want to be pure.”
“So tell me. What are your sins, little lamb. What sets you apart from the flock?”
As you paused, taking in a shuddering breath, you considered changing your mind. The consequences of being so forthright weighed heavy on your mind. Watching the dust settle on the rays of light, the way they floated, sparkling, you tried to calm yourself, licking your lips before speaking.
“Father Sunday, I can only apologise, and I do so profusely, but I’ve…sinned.”
There was a brief pause before he let a soft chuckle fall from his pursed mouth.
“I wouldn’t expect any less of someone like you.”
“Father Sunday, I-”
“Please don’t interrupt me. You’re forgetting who you’re speaking to. You think I don’t know all?”
“You know what I’ve done?”
“Of course, my child. I’m blessed with the knowledge from our Father above.”
Of course. Fear settled in the put of your stomach, coiling its way around your intestines, nauseating you almost immediately as it snaked around your insides and claimed them as its own. You tried to speak, but all you managed was a meek and nervous stutter.
“I see.”
“But, absolution can only come from you. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve done? Let the words come forth and enter into this holiest of spaces, where they can no longer blacken your insides, darken your soul.”
Taking in a deep and shaking breath, you let yourself begin the procedure of washing away your sins.
“Well, Father…I’ve been deeply troubled by thoughts of…sin…for some time now. It’s been overwhelming me, temptation taking hold of my very being. I thought that I may act upon it in a way befitting a true sinner, so in my haste to resolve this possession, I took matters into my own hands.”
Silence behind you, as Eli stopped pacing and stood still, in an indeterminate space in the room, watching and waiting.
“Quite literally.”
From his space in the room, watching over you like a guardian angel, you could hear a soft breath as Eli opened his mouth.
“I don’t mean to covet another woman’s man, but something lately has come over me, and I’ve found myself very interested in…well I won’t say…but the desire was strong enough that I let myself indulge in carnal sins, those of the flesh.”
The gentle sound of fabric shifting, as you assumed Father Sunday was bracing himself against your words, disappointment coursing through his veins at the words of his little lost lamb. But, out of your view, it was evident that something else was stirring in Eli, something to help corrupt his false moral standing.
“I’ve taken pleasures…touched myself, Father Sunday. I wasn’t able to stop myself, the need was too strong.”
A sharp breath, shuddering exhale, before Eli spoke again.
“Please…you must be open…honest…tell me everything.”
Footsteps shuffled behind you, as you could send his presence closer to you.
“In the dark, as quietly as I could. I moved my nightdress up, let the cool of the evening settle over my stomach, bare and exposed. I touched…I didn’t…But I touched…”
“How did it feel, my lost, little lamb?”
“It felt…good, Father.”
The embarrassment of admitting your sins to him had your stomach flipping, blood rushing to your cheeks and pulsing in your ears, deafening you, reddening your cheeks, and filling you with a familiar warmth that only further worsened the shame that coursed through you.
“It was warm?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Hmm…” It sounded ponderous, as though he were contemplating your punishment, or whether or not you could be redeemed for your transgressions. But beyond your view, out of reach of your senses’ comprehension, Eli had quietly loosened the black pants he wore. With his thumb and forefinger, he limply tugged at his semi-erect cock, mouth falling open in a silent gasp, hushed pleasure flowing free.
“It felt…pleasurable?”
“Yes, Father Sunday.”
“And you…followed through to completion on your actions?”
“I’m sorry, Father Sunday. I did. Yes, I did.”
With a free hand lifting his shirt up, he wrapped his palm tight around his length, tugging viciously at himself, his thumb languidly tracing over his head, shuddering at the sensitivity, the tainted satisfaction.
“Quietly? Or were you unable to hold the moans back at your sinful ministrations?”
“Father…I…”
You turned to look at him, but he stamped his foot down, hard and loud, whipping your neck back and staring forward. The shuffling of fabric and footsteps, a belt.
“Oh, Father Sunday. Please not that.”
“From…oh, the belt?”
“I assumed…would that be a fitting punishment? I believe in coming clean, I should be afforded some mercy.”
“And do you believe you deserve it?”
“The belt?”
“Mercy, you silly little lamb.”
“Please, Father.”
He stepped to behind you, slowly, placing his palms firmly on your shoulders, breathing in deeply.
“I think perhaps…” his fingers squeezed into you, holding you down in the seat “…that a punishment fitting of this sinful behaviour, would be to take part in something that might take the whore out of you.”
You stayed silent, cowering into yourself that the insinuation, regardless of how true you might believe it to be, that you were a whore.
“Perhaps something that might satiate the urges. And who better to perform this exorcism of your demons, than a holy man.”
Sitting deathly still, you let his words sink in, their meaning igniting a warmth inside of you, pressure forming in your stomach. You licked your lips in anticipation of his next words, waiting for him to finish his sweet sermon.
“Are you amenable to this?”
Nodding your head lightly, you felt his fingers tense into you further, reassuring yet threatening, which is the way you would describe his presence as leader of the flock. There was the faith that he could save, that he could heal. But underneath lay the threat that by not following his words and his ways, that you could easily be corrupted, damned. He leaned into you, spitting the words out sharply.
“Say yes.”
“Yes, Father Sunday.”
“Stand up, turn around, and get on your knees and pray.”
Doing as you were told immediately, you lent at his feet, making note of his loosened belt, the bulge contained with his trousers, pressing into the front of them, saliva pooling in your mouth. You quickly swallowed it, lest you drool as you began your prayers. Knees in the familiar position, recognising the harsh, gritty wood on the bare skin, you clasped your hands together and began to pray for your salvation. But when you lifted your eyes to make sure you were pleasing Father Sunday and the Lord with your words of apology and devotion, you were met with Eli staring straight back at you. Cherubic, youthful face red, sweat beading on his forehead, his lips curled softly at the corners. His hand, holding his length in his hand, so close you could smell him on you. Hot, slightly salty, delicious.
“Your prayer is pathetic, and I do believe that your sinner’s mouth would be better tasked with something else. Now, if you will please me, I can sense that this would work in your favour. Let me wash your mouth out with my forgiveness, little lamb.”
Mouth opening slightly for him, he tutted, pressing his thumb to your lower lip, his fingers soft and warm as he pushed down on your teeth, lowering your jaw and making room for himself. Guiding his cock by the base, he entered your mouth, whimpering lightly under his breath as you let your tongue press up against the shaft, drawing it over the head as you flexed it. Eli caught your chin in his hand, palm meeting the skin with a slap, gripping tightly as he forced your gaze to his, still resting his firm cock in your mouth as his precum settled on your tastebuds.
“Harlot. You’re a vessel for my salvation. You should stay still and take it, participation indicates enjoyment. You’re not enjoying your punishment, are you?” He pulled back, ejecting himself from your mouth with a sloppy noise, your spit falling from your lips to the floor.
“Of course n-”
“Don’t lie in the house of God, lamb.”
“I enjoyed it, Father Sunday.”
“Then I’ll have to make this a lot less pleasurable for you. Get off of your knees and bend over this desk. I do my best work here, write my sermons, I can eradicate your sin upon it also.”
Stepping behind you as you positioned yourself across the desk, Eli lifted your skirt, silently judging your lack of underwear, as he pressed his fingers to your folds. Bringing them back out, he thrust them at your face.
“Sinful!” His voice was loud, echoing around you. Beet red from the shame you could feel the flush of heat in your cheeks, wondering if the rest of your exposed body was blushing similarly. Before you had time to contemplate it fully, Eli had inserted himself inside of you fully, stretching you, virginal innocence claimed by the shepherd of the flock. It was overwhelming, you could feel the Lord inside of you. You were grateful to Eli, for sharing his gift, his forgiveness.
“Ask for forgiveness, whore. Beg for it.”
“Father…uh…Sunday…p-please…please save me…”
As Eli thrust into you, his hair coming loose from the tidy style it usually sat in, he looked up at the wall, staring at the cross that hung there, well aware that the noises of the carnal sacrifice he was making would be heard through the cracks of the wooden shack.
“You are a whore. You are a harlot. And you are a sinner. And only I can save you, only I bring the salvation you so clearly desire.”
“Yes…yes, Father…yes…”
“Say it, out loud for God and all his children to hear. Tell what you are loud and proud.”
“I’m a whore, Father Sunday…hng…a whore…”
“And I’m here…to flush…hmm…the demons from you…mmm…to expel them…raw and painful as it might be!”
His thrusts became clumsier, no pace to them, frantic in nature as he tried to rid you of your shame, your sin. To make you whole and pure. His fingers, tightly gripping at your exposed hips, bruising the flesh with the effort he put into pulling you back onto him, revelling in his act of charity so roughly bestowed upon you.
“Shall I…bless you…little lamb? Would you like to be anointed?”
“Yes, Father.”
He slipped out, turning you around and pushing you on to your knees once again. His hand, rings glinting in the sunlight, pumped furiously at his cock as he whined in frustration, waiting for you to take position. And as you stared up at him, ready for instruction, eyes wide and sorrowful, his position of command reinforced, he let loose upon you, allowing his blessing to cover your mouth and cheeks. In shocked silence you stayed still, awaiting his further instruction. But as he tucked his shirt back in and adjusted his trousers, all he did was toss a handkerchief at you for you to clean yourself off.
“Though your sins have been absolved for now, I can only expect you to sin again. Weak is the flesh. The temptation of whores.”
Weak indeed, as you limped on shaky legs out of the church, blessed by Father Sunday and intent on receiving further absolution for the sins you might perform on yourself that evening.
#there will be blood#eli sunday#eli sunday x reader#eli sunday fic#paul dano#finnie writes#paul dano fic#danonation#danocel#eli sunday x you#eli sunday smut
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How To Disappear Completely / Chapter One
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Pairing: Dano!Edward Nashton / GN!Reader
Word Count: 1,902
Summary:
He was so tender. Impossibly soft behind heavy coats and starched linen and a demeanor that said matter-of-factly, “I’m not really here right now.” Wherever he was, you’d meet him.
There's something inside that tired man, and you need to see what he can do.
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A/N: my very first fic!!! this takes place after riddler: year one issue one. eddie is investigating and you are a public records clerk. i’m thinking this fic will be three or four chapters but if issue two of year one makes me as primal as issue one did, i'll def be adding on. sfw (for now!)
Chapter One
Let Me See
You hadn’t felt a thrill like this in years. And if you didn’t feel your own capacity for desire nestled deep behind your stomach, you’d have bet you never would again. But you did feel it. An aching something that cramped and contracted and kept you alive.
Edward.
That was his name; you’d double-checked his initial email. He found you. He had scrolled the staff directory for the Library of Gotham’s public records department, found your name, your email, your photo—frizzy hair, blank eyes, dull skin—and decided on you. Selected you to help him.
You shook yourself out of that daydream. It was a silly line of thinking; you knew you were his only choice. The library was consistently understaffed, leaving you alone most evenings in the basement-floor records office, dead silent and cold with the lack of light. You hadn’t spoken aloud for three days when he came in.
He’d needed all sorts of documents: LLC licenses, court transcripts, property records. You’d had a week to gather materials and he had two to read over them all. You didn’t have much time.
It surprised you how instantly drawn you were to him. Not because he wasn’t cute, of course. Ohmygod you thought he was cute. It was just typically that the closer you looked, at people, at places, at yourself, the more you found to disgust at, to fear. You hadn’t meant to be this way. You didn’t understand why others weren’t.
His email had been cold, curt. You’d expected a man twice his age, and when you stood up behind your desk to greet him, you were taken aback back by how youthful he looked, rounded and rosy. His shy, gracious smile as you debriefed him on the documents had intrigued you and your attraction solidified as he turned his back to you, dragged all eight chairs to the corner of the small work space, pushed the two wooden tables together, and neatly spread out each sheet of paper, all without asking.
You didn’t mind. You were content to watch him work.
And the more you watched, the more you discovered. There was something about him, an unidentifiable bubbling that made your stomach sink and rise then sink again. Like there was something under his skin so different from the meek man who struggled to look you in the eye as he introduced himself. He was straining. It entranced you.
There was so much tension inside him. He shook with it sometimes; tensing his shoulders and jerking his legs and shuddering from a phantom chill when he thought no one would notice. Though that last part could be wishful thinking. You treasured the idea that you saw him uninhibited; deep in his work and unafraid to forget your existence. He was so intentional in his speech, rehearsed almost. You longed to open him up.
You could tell something was wrong, that he wasn’t happy with whatever he’d discovered in the past two days. Every so often he had let out little scoffs of frustration and buried his face in his hands. He drew his eyebrows down tightly. Took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His exhaustion filled the room.
When he came in today he seemed more weathered than before. It was clear he wasn’t sleeping well. He was even more distant with you–only offering a tight smile of acknowledgement as he first approached your desk and a nod of thanks as you passed him the same six boxes. Whoever opened had pushed the tables and chairs back to their rightful places, and instead of setting up shop, Edward slumped down at the left hand table in the chair facing you, already looking defeated.
He’d been flipping through a stack of estate deeds, chin tucked to his chest, when he froze entirely. Slowly he set the papers down and lifted his head, glancing over the boxes of papers as if looking for an answer. His chest started to heave and you found yourself matching his breath. His eyes darted up at you, wide and pink, and only then did you wrench your gaze away from him and onto the decade-old desktop computer in front of you. In your peripheral, you saw his head still fixed toward you but you didn’t dare look up.
You watched the time move. Two minutes he sat completely still, looking straight ahead. You started to sweat. On minute three he dropped his shoulders, exhaling loudly enough that you could hear a slight nose whistle ring across the room, and began cleaning up his workspace. Without a word, he rose and collected his things, then stilled behind the table. You took a deep breath before raising to meet his eye, but by the time you finished turning, his head was down as he hurriedly crossed the room. You didn’t miss the forceful way he shoved the door open, harder than needed.
You turned back to the computer, checking the time. Fourteen minutes until close. God, you wanted to follow him out. You had no idea what you’d say to him but you’d do anything to watch. What was he doing now he was out of sight? You wondered what he was like completely alone.
What would you say to him? That was a question you needed to answer if you ever wanted… whatever it was you wanted with him. Maybe that was the better question, but both required more research. Gotham was a dense city but it was contained. He must live close by.
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Gotham shimmered at night. Buzzing neon lights bounced off the puddles of rain water and oil that coated the perpetually slick pavement. It could almost be beautiful. Until you looked closer. Gotham had a way of dazzling people, like a predator puffing up before it makes its kill. You lived in this dying city all your life, though. You knew its dark corners, knew to run from danger. But the city preferred to hide in plain sight, patting your forehead and stealing your purse. It was difficult to navigate, confusing. You were never safe. The constant vigilance was enough to give anyone trust issues. You were afraid. Would Edward understand?
You couldn’t let yourself get distracted though, only sparing quick glances down to ensure your shoes stay dry. You had to keep your head up.
The street parking by the library was abysmal, constantly packed with the only few spots restricted to two hours. Edward had been there for three. He couldn’t have gotten far on foot. You recoiled at that thought but didn’t refute it. You needed to see him. A cord had been cut that night and suddenly your body felt so cold, singular, as if you could no longer sustain it on your own. You didn’t want to be alone anymore.
You felt delirious chasing after a man who seemed to want nothing to do with you, animalistic, as if you yourself were peeling away down to instinct and want. You couldn’t believe what he’d done to you. And in such a short time. You’d been alone for so long. You knew what he felt. You thought you did. You knew. You felt it roll off him in waves, the barely concealed, consuming discomfort that infected his every move. He seemed so sad. You wanted to help.
When your aimless wandering hit the half hour mark, you called it a night. Your last stop before home would be to your favorite corner store to pick up tonight’s dinner: a microwaveable pasta packet and a bag of hot cheetos. You were browsing the energy drinks, searching for the best deal, when you felt him looming. His dragging footsteps had become quickly recognizable and he carried with him the faint smell of city air and bar soap.
“Um.”
Edward. You were right. You couldn’t help your wide smile as you turned to him. You hoped you looked pretty. You felt wolfish.
“Hey!” Your voice squeaked.
Edward’s eyes were wide as he looked down at you, flickering across your face like he was reading. “Hi,” he squeaked back. “So! Do you live around here?”
No pleasantries. He hadn’t asked how you were doing. You didn’t care. Not when a sweet flush was spreading slow across his full cheeks and clammy forehead. “A few blocks over, yeah. You?”
“Yeah, yeah. Yeah! Uh, just further down the street.” He pointed animatedly, knocking his glasses askew. He settled them straight on the curve of his nose then let his hand hover, fidgeting with the clear frames, taking every opportunity to hide his face. He kept his eyes on the ground as he spoke. “If could– If– I could walk you home, if you wanted. It’s not safe around here, and it’s cold tonight…so…”
Your head swirled. You had to make sure you weren’t swaying in place. Oh god oh god yes. You were struck by his directness, pleased. Was he always like this?
“Yes!” Too eager. He didn’t seem to mind though, giving you the first real smile you’d seen from him. He was so tender. Impossibly soft behind heavy coats and starched linen and a demeanor that said matter-of-factly, “I’m not really here right now.” Wherever he was, you’d meet him.
The walk to your place was mostly silent. You kept close to Edward’s side and he kept his hands in his pockets. He’d offered you his coat several times and while you longed to wrap yourself up in his scent, his warmth, his belongings, you couldn’t ask that of him. Gotham Novembers bit hard and you wouldn’t let him suffer like that. Oh you just wanted to cradle him. There was something so painfully vulnerable about him, an earnesty laid so bare you felt the need to look away to give him his privacy. It made you stare longer. He was struggling. Barely held together. You knew how he felt.
“This is me.” You broke the silence as the two of you approached the tall, brick walk-up. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me. You knew he wouldn’t. But his presence made you feel hopeful, lighter. You wanted him to.
“I’m glad you walked me home, Edward. I hope I see you more. Outside the library.” You were just saying anything now, desperate to validate him.
“Oh! Me too. I’m glad.” Again, his little smile. Private and slight and cartoonishly round like a doodled little smiley face. He looked so unburdened then, free of the heaviness he carried with him, if only for a minute.
You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want this to end.
“Goodnight.” He ended it for you, giving you a parting nod but making no move to leave.
“Goodnight, Edward.” You had to stop saying his name before he started to find it unnerving. You just wanted him to know you knew it. You looked over your shoulder as you stopped at the door to dig your keys out. You hoped he’d remember that, think about it later.
Inside your cluttered apartment, you let out a squeal, throaty and giddy. You hurried to the window to watch him walk away.
Instead he stood still right where you left him, looking up at your window. Waiting for a light to turn on, your brain supplied. A chill went up your spine. How romantic to know he was looking back.
#my first fic!!!!!#i read this too many times and now words mean nothing#i hope this makes sense#edward nashton#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton fic#paul dano fic#paul dano x reader#dano riddler#paul dano riddler#my fic#moodboard#my post
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♡ | 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃
pairing: dwayne hoover x popular!fem!reader
summary: you'll wait for dwayne. it doesn't matter how much you have to wait. angst.
a/n: i'm feeling more fem this days,,, here's some fem reader, song recommendation: the other woman // lana del rey
how beautiful you are? always combing your hair in the morning, preparing it for another day, staring at yourself in the mirror while keeping eye contact with yourself.
y/n, the popular girl, known for her beauty, her hands always looking as if it was a painting, her nails always taken care of, and her eyes, two rhinestones engraved into her skull, shined into anyone who would take a peek into them. her perfume was always the same and would deliver the same sentiment to the persons.
she wasn't a mean girl, she would help everyone with everything, y/n, the popular nice girl, who would say hi to everyone in the hallways, the girl who would smile and help teachers with folders or examples.
this is the ruby collar she was rewarded with when high school began, the collar that was used as a leash for common people.
every one who would be her friend would be for homework or status, she felt lonely while being surronded with individuals who would praise the slightest thing she did.
a way of running away from all of this was one person, her best friend; dwayne hoover. a weird pairing, but inseparable, since the start of middle school, you and him were best friends.
best friend, dwayne hoover, the maturity he at first irritates, only to be surprised with boyish smiles spontaneously, a view she would like to crown herself as the only person who had ever seen them.
y/n loves dwayne, she does, so much it hurts when he asks her for advice on how to ask the new girl on a date. imagine your longtime crush coming to ask you for advice on how to date,
ouch
he scribbled quickly and his legs would rock in a giddy way in the library, dwayne was asking how to ask her out? how do relationships work? when he finished writing, he pushed it into your face in a comical way;
"Well have you talked to her yet?" he nodded and wrote something in the pad again;
'she's really cool' you read bellow 'she likes radiohead and blur.', what a joke, how can he prefer someone because of music taste?
"and what about me? i like lana del rey." you half-joked, he simply rolled his eyes, you wished he didn't and would say something, you decided to ignore your selfish wants, and continue
"well, i've seen her aesthetic, so, when asking her out, i'll give an outfit to use and use your emo charm." he cocked his head to a side, motioning the fact that he wanted more explanation.
"you can't just ask her out on a white t-shirt and greasy hair, i'll invite you to my house, in there i'll help more." he nods in agreement
during the rest of the day, you admired him staring at her, there was so much love in his gaze, while watching that scene play when she looked back with a small smile, you felt the anti of the feeling you would feel when day dreaming or at the slightest chance of him loving you.
at that moment you realized, he loved her, and never you.
after his confession, she had said yes, dwayne hoover and she started dating. when you would see them in the hallway with his arm around her shoulder, but how could you hate her? you have met her, she was wonderful, she is such an angel, but then again, you would wish for her death.
dwayne seem- is better; he smiles more, those little wonders weren't yours anymore, he seemed to dress better, and his hair looked cleaner. dwayne stopped being the weird greasy boy.
you, the popular girl, the face who smiles to you in the hallway, the 'hello! how are you?' you receive in the hallways daily, will continue like this, no matter how many meaningless relationships to pass the time, you will always cherish dwayne.
but you now he will cherish her.
#lana del rey#danonation#paul dano#paul dano x y/n#paul dano fic#paul dano x reader#paul dano x you#danocel#little miss sunshine#little miss sunshine x reader#dwayne hoover x reader#dwayne little miss sunshine#dwayne hoover#dwayne x reader#paul x reader
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Birthday Suprise
Percy Dolarhyde x female reader
Word Count: 2935
It is Percy's birthday and the reader wants to give him something he had been wanting for a while.
Warning: 18+ Smut, oral( female receiving), fluffish at the end
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My heartbeat was fast as I walked along the rocky path with only a small lantern to light my way. ‘Why did the Dolarhydes have to live so far out of town?’ I asked myself as I stumbled over a particularly large stone. I straightened myself up and fixed the robe I was wearing.
I would have taken the horse but I would have been heard before I even reached the door. I wanted this to be a surprise. Percy and I had been seeing each other for well over a year and today was his birthday, so I wanted to give him something I knew he had been wanting for a while, myself.
He never asked but I felt his eyes wandering, especially if we ever found ourselves alone. Kisses were stolen every now and then and on rare occasions, the gentle caresses would turn into hungry touches. Nothing ever came of them though, we weren't ever left in the company of each other for too long, my parents hadn't trusted him, not even when we were children.
There was a dim light coming from the window as I quietly ascended the porch stairs. I took a deep breath before hesitantly placing my hand on the door handle and slowly pushing open the front door. Thankfully Percy never latched the door when he was left alone.
The inside of the cabin was warm, the fire in the hearth, to my right, lit the room perfectly. It was messy, as expected of a house where two men lived without a female touch. It has been this way since Percy’s mother passes several years ago. In front of me was the dining table and a few storage chests lining the wall, to my left were two doors. The one closest to me was Percy’s father’s and the one closer to the back of the house was Percy’s.
Careful not to make the floorboards creak I made my way to the far door. I said a little prayer for confidence before pushing my way inside.
A smaller fire was burning in the tiny wooden heater in the corner of the room, providing only a sliver of light. Percy was fast asleep on his twin-sized bed in the opposite corner of the room from where the door was. He was lying on his back with his right arm dangling off the side.
Stepping into the room I closed the door, cringing when it made a loud creaking noise. My eyes were wide as saucers, my breathing stopped, I didn’t want him to wake up just yet, I wasn’t ready. I looked over my shoulder to see Percy stirring only slightly, mumbling something before settling down again. Letting go of the breath I was holding in, I made my way over to him, kneeling beside the bed.
I watched contently as his chest moved up and down with each shallow breath he took. His blanket was only covering the bottom half of him, leaving his bare chest exposed to the warm are in my eyes. I just admired him for a while, he was so beautiful as he slept, so peaceful.
Before I could stop myself, my hand shot out and started to delicately trace up his arm and over the expanse of his chest. The skin here was softer than that of his hands, the hands that I loved to imagine touching me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come once I woke him up, desire pooling between my legs.
Once again, I took a deep breath to calm myself before whispering his name. “Percy.” He didn’t wake.
“Percy,” I tried again, scooting closer to his head. Still, nothing. I got a little closer, lips barely touching his ear.
“Percy, wake up.” He suddenly jerked awake. I pulled away just in time to not be hit by flailing arms as he shot up.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” He asked shocked and half asleep.
I stayed kneeling on the grown by his bed looking up at him. “I wanted to surprise you.” I smiled innocently.
He wiped his face with his hands, trying to rid the sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”
“It’s two fifteen.” I said sheepishly then added, “Happy birthday.”
“Huh?” He asked confused, now looking down at me.
“It’s your birthday Percy, I came to give you your present.” I stood from my position so I could sit facing him on the edge of the bed.
“Thank you darlin’ but couldn’t the surprise have waited until a decent hour?” He asked, leaning into the space that separated us so he could kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but pulled away quickly.
“Well, if you don’t want your surprise, I’ll just walk back home,” I said semi-seriously, pushing myself from the bed.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down. “No, no, no, I want the surprise.”
I smiled, “Okay then, close your eyes.” He gave a small huff but did as I said.
Standing up, I untied the long dressing robe from around my waist and let it sink to the floor, leaving my body bare. Although the room was warm, goosebumps littered my skin.
“You can open them now,” I said, now more nervous than I had ever been.
His eyes opened. He first made eye contact with me, not noticing what was going on but soon he looked down my body and a certain hungry look came over him.
“Suprise.” I wiggled my wingers my by side awkwardly giving him a half-smile.
“Wait, my surprise is-” He stopped himself.
“Well, I wanted it to be special, and if we are going to be married, why wait for another year before we take our vows. I figured your birthday was a great time to give myself to you completely.” I rambled out, wrapping my arms around myself, now feeling unconscious.
Percy threw the covers away from his legs and then made his way to me. His hand came up to cup my cheek. “I wouldn't want it any other way, I’m just surprised is all.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Thank you.”
I pulled his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss. His long fingers were splayed along my back, pushing my body closer to his. I could feel his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he pulled away just slightly.
“Lay on the bed.” His voice had lost its sweetness it was now more rushed and wanting.
I did as he said, moving to the bed and lying back on the messed-up sheets. Hastily he threw his nightshirt off, leaving him completely bare to the world. Nervously I glanced down at him, he was semi-hard but even so he looked larger than I thought.
He took slow steps towards the bed, eyeing me from head to toe. His fingers laced with mine when I held my hand out to him. Carefully he crawled atop my body and gently caressed my skin.
“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he muttered, placing open-mouth kisses from under my jaw along my neck, stopping in a few places to nip and suck. The tenderness at which he touched me pulled soft whimpers and breathy gasps from me as he moves away from my neck and further down. Working himself down my stomach and the inside of my right thigh.
He was on his knees now, leading my right leg up so he could caress the length of it sensually.
“Percy,” I whined. The more his hands stroked my flesh, the more heat I could feel pooling in my abdomen and between my legs. “Please, touch me more.”
He looked up through hooded eyes, smirking as he place my leg back on the bed before spreading it wide, along with the other so that he could have access to my most vulnerable part.
The air that hit the wetness between my legs made me shiver even in the warm room.
“All this for me?” He asked, sliding his long index finger up through my slick folds, gathering it up before placing his finger into his mouth, humming appreciatively at the taste. “You taste better than I imagined.”
Something about him tasting my wetness unashamedly in front of me made a feral urge pule through me. I wanted him to taste all of me, not just from his finger, but from the source.
“Would you like a taste darlin’?” he was already gathering up more of my wetness on his finger before I had even let out a breathy ‘yes’.
His arm stretched out over my body, I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and caught his long finger between my lips. The flavor was weird, tangy, salty, and sweet all at once. I moaned as I sucked his finger clean.
“Percy, please,” I cried out in need.
“What is it? What do you want? You gotta tell me.” He lazily moved his finger back to my core, touching me but not at the place I wanted.
I bucked my hips in hopes that his finger would glide over the needy bundle of nerves but he just moves his hand away.
“Come on now, I want to know what my present wants. Tell me.” He moved his hand back.
“I want- I want your mouth.” I gasped out.
He just smirked as he moved backward and bent down between my legs, kissing from my knee down as he went.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He asked. I had no time to answer before I felt his hot tongue sliding through me. Gathering my wetness and mixing it with his own saliva. When he licked his way to my clit, a long, high whine left me. Instantly he placed his whole mouth over the area and started to suck. My hands found their way down into his hair, pulling and scratching at his scalp.
The whimpers he made as he sucked and ate at me were the most erotic noises I had ever heard, the more he made, the wetter and hotter I became.
Another low moan escaped from me as I felt Percy push a finger inside. Yes, I had touched myself on occasion, but having him insert himself into me felt completely different, better even. My hips started to move with the in and out rhythm of his hand.
“Yes,” I mewled, “More. Please give me more.”
He gave a particularly hard suck before inserting another finger inside, stretching me out. The pumping of his fingers became faster as well as the flick of his tongue over my pulsing clit.
I could feel the pleasure pooling becoming more than I could handle. My hands kept him in place, not wanting him to pull away from me too soon. Hard, labored breaths were coming through his nose as he kept going, bringing me to the edge.
“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.” Another gasp.
Percy curled his fingers inside me and the feeling it gave me made my thighs snap around his head and my back arch.
“Right there.” I groaned. “Righ- ah, right there.” The pressure kept building until I let out a strangled scream. Finally, I let go of his hair and brought my arms up to my chest, feeling the erratic beat of my heart.
As I calmed down, his fingers left me and he removed his mouth making a wet popping sound.
“Mmm, I could eat you all day long. We may never leave this room.” He chuckled as he moved between my legs and up my body, his face coming to a stop at my breasts. He made a deep sound before grasping at my left with his hand and my right with his mouth.
My hands slowly wrapped around him, hugging him to me. I pushed my chest further into him, his fingers pinched the sensitive flesh, twisted, and pulled as he devoured the other. Then, he switched, giving them equal treatment.
I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. His presence was overpowering, I was becoming entranced by the feel of his skin on mine.
When his mouth let go of my breast, he kissed his way up to my lips. The hand he wasn’t currently using to prop himself up bruised away the hair that had fallen into my face.
“God, I love you so much.” Another kiss. “I can’t tell you how long I have waited for you to be here, under me, in my bed. Making all of these beautiful noises.”
“I love you too Percy. I knew this would be a great birthday present.” My hands cupped his face as I looked at him lovingly.
“It’s the best birthday present.” He looked me deep in the eyes, his pupils were so enlarged, and his irises were almost non-existent. He was hungry and needed more. “Now, are you ready?”
I nodded excitedly.
“No,” he shook his head laughing. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready Percy. I want you in me, now.”
Quickly but gently he began to line himself up. His head glided through my folds before he pushed in slowly. I threw my head back at the feeling. The stretch was intense, something I had never experienced before.
“Oh,” I cried as he bottomed out, his pelvis coming in contact with mine. He pulled himself upright, pushing his hands against the backs of my thighs, creating leverage.
“I know darlin’, I know.” His voice was gentle as he rubbed the skin of my legs as a way to soothe me. He didn’t dare move until I said, knowing it was my first time.
After a minute or two, I nodded my head, urging him to continue. Slowly but surely he began to pull out, inch by inch, and then push back in just as slow. Even with the prep, his fingers had done, I still felt as though I were being ripped in half, although, in a very pleasurable way.
“Fuck, Percy, faster. Please go faster.” I begged.
My hands gripped the bedsheets beside me as he began to pick up his pace. Grunts of pleasure were starting to erupt from him along with the same whines and whimpers from before.
Our bodies were moving in tandem now as I tried to follow his movements with my hips. The stretch had given way to pure ecstasy and I was trying to milk every last drop. Never in my life had I been more grateful that his father went on every single cattle drive because the screams and moans coming from my mouth were most likely loud enough to be heard, the almost three miles, back in town.
“You feel so good wrapped around me. So warm, so soft.” He moved his hands under my hips, holding me to him. “I’m gonna turn us over okay?”
“Okay.” I moaned out.
Clumsily, we moved to where he was laying on his back, knees up, and I was sitting atop him. The new position moved him to a place inside me I hadn’t felt. I let out a strangled cry when he thrust up into me.
“Yes, Percy.” I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as he caressed my arms. I started to move on my own, bouncing up and down along his shaft at my own speed. On the downward motion, I would grind a bit into him, rubbing my clit along his pubic bone before going back up.
“Good girl,” he moaned loudly. His hands left my arms to grip tightly to my hips, helping aid my movements. “Such a good girl.”
Pushing off of his chest and moved my hands behind me to hold onto his knees, allowing me to move into a new position. His hands helped me move faster and faster until I could fill my climax rushing around the corner.
“God, Percy, I’m almost there. Fuck-” The last part of my sentence was cut off by him thrusting up into me furiously.
“Hold on, hold on. Fuck you feel so good.” He kept going, to the point I felt I might break.
“Percy!” I cried, I was coming undone for the second time. It was stronger this go around, as Percy kept thrusting. I could only babble out his name as he chaced his own high, using his hands to drag me down onto him, stimulating my clit even though it was sensitive.
“Percy, please, too much. Ah-”
“I’m there, I’m there, hold on.” He groaned as he came, fingernails digging into my hips.
I could feel the warm spurts of his cum lining my walls and sighed at the feeling. Exhausted, I fell on top of his chest, breathing heavily.
“That was wonderful.” My words were muffled by the skin of his chest.
“Amazing. You did so well.” He stroked my loose hair gently, moving it from both our faces.
“We should have done that sooner.”
“Trust me darlin’, there’s gonna be plenty of time for more of that. I can’t begin to tell you all the ways I want you.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I can think of a few.” I giggled.
“Oh yeah? Enlighten me then”
Shaking my head I said, “Nuh-uh. I think maybe you'll have to wait for your next birthday, or something special.”
“Fine. I guess I can wait.” I felt him smile against my hair.
I looked up at him and smiled lazily, then kissed his chest. “Happy birthday.”
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Long Day at Work | Brian Wilcox x GN!Reader
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Author’s note: So this is my first fic in several years. I know it’s probably extremely cringe,, so I’m sorry ahead of time lmao. I’ll probably post this on ao3 once I actually can make an account. Please give me feedback if you do read it, only if you’re nice ab it though. Constructive criticism is absolutely welcome just no “wow this sucks lmao,” please. Lol. Thank you. Might make a part 2 with smut if this is well received? If even one person wants it, I’m on it.
Summary: This is a Brian from Fast Food Nation fic (because there’s not enough of them so I’m doing the work myself lmao) where he and reader are aged up and work at a restaurant together. You have an abnormal terrible day. A customer sexually harasses you and it’s your final straw before you break during your shift. Brian notices this and tries to comfort you. You end up hanging out after work together, smoke some Mary Jane and truly realize your feelings for each other.
Contains: sexual harassment from customer, only gendered term is ‘waiter’ but I meant it to be gn!, general customer harassment, kinda angsty? idk, minor emetophobia warning (brief mention, no actual 🤢), crying in the walk-in freezer, smoking cigarettes and wēēd lol, definitely some self insert.
Word count: 3,362
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“Ugh.” You sigh while knocking your head against the steering wheel of your car. Dreading to go inside your work at a somewhat fancy restaurant that you’ve been at since it opened about a year ago, you wonder if the tips are worth the day-in-day-out suffering. The hype hasn’t died down since its opening. You live in the middle of nowhere, these people have nothing better to do.
Unfortunately, you need the money and it’s two minutes before your closing shift starts when you finally drag your feet into the flames that swallow you whole every shift in this hell hole. “I’m here..! Did you guys miss your favorite waiter?” You announce sarcastically to all of the kitchen staff as you go to clock in.
Some give you back an enthusiastic “of course!” Or an equally sarcastic “wooo…”
Brian goes “yeah. Right…” whilst scoffing and leaning against the counter basking in the maybe 30 seconds he has until the next ticket comes in for him to cook begrudgingly. Over the years, he’s actually become a pretty decent chef, even if it’s only out of necessity. At very least, it’s multiple steps up from spitting in burgers at Mickey’s.
You get on with your shift as usual… but today is Sunday. Ugh. You always have your worst customers on Sundays. Today is no different.
“Hello sir! My name is y/n and I’ll be your server today!” You smile charmingly as you do to every customer as you hide your utter despair on the inside.
“Oh yes you will, honey…” the man eyes you up and down and gives you that terribly pervy look, smirk and all. It makes you so unbelievably uncomfortable.
“Hah…” you force an awkward chuckle out and try to shift gears. “So can I get anything started for you? Any drinks or appetizers?”
“I’d love a tall glass of water like yourself.” He winks. “And some jalapeño poppers… I like it real spicy.” He continues to flirt and you think you might vomit straight onto him.. ‘god knows he’s probably into that’ you think to yourself and want to shrivel up and die.
“Okay, water and some jalapeño poppers coming up.” You try desperately to ignore all of his advances when you turn and walk away as soon as possible to get that rung in. If he was the only bad customer of the day, maybe this would be easier to deal with, but after many others berating you for no good reason, this is so frustrating and overwhelming today. You had enough going on in your personal life and now all this? Your head is racing with anger and anxiety. You bit your tongue as you went back to the kitchen to bring you back into the moment.
Usually when you go back in there, Brian makes small talk and occasionally ‘jokingly’ flirts with you. This time he notices you’re much more uncomfortable than usual as you stare off, thinking about being anywhere but here. He doesn’t know how to approach you in this state and has never been great at dealing with big emotions in other people. He decides to leave you alone for now, but takes note of your distress and thinks that maybe he’ll text you later.
As you serve the man, he gets more aggressive with his flirting because he doesn’t like that you’re completely ignoring it. When you bring out his steak dinner, he places a hand on your back and slides it down to your ass with absolutely no shame. You instinctively smack his hand away and he immediately yells at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a paying customer and you’ve been so bad at your easy fucking job. Can’t you just service me!? There goes your tip you little bitch!” He spits.
You are so seethingly angry and upset. You can feel tears welling in your eyes. You were harassed AND barated… and he’s probably going to complain to a manager and only say you hit him as if he’s not a worthless piece of shit. “I’m sorry.” You force out as to not to escalate the situation further. You basically run back to the kitchen and then into the walk-in freezer. Immediately you start sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. It’s very muffled by the freezer, but some in the kitchen can still hear your wailing. You don’t even care. You’re so done. You’re at your wits end. You don’t even know how long you’re in there, but you’re now down to a choked sniffle.. though tears were still rolling down your cheeks.
Brian stands outside the freezer door for a couple minutes before swallowing his pride and knocking on it. “Um.. can I come in? I need to um.. get some patties.” He did need some, but he really just wanted to check on you… you were in there for longer than usual.
You try to rid your face of tears and wipe up some of the snot because you didn’t exactly want him to see you like that. You were only somewhat successful. “Uh.. yeah.. sure come on in.” You respond meagerly.
He slowly opens the door. “Woah. Your eyes are like almost swollen shut. You good?” He immediately regrets the words as they come from his mouth. ‘Yeah real smooth, dumbass.’ He thinks.
“Thanks.” You roll your eyes. “I feel just about as good as I look, thank you.”
“Yeah, sorry, that was shitty wording on my part. Can I sit with you?” He gestures to a crate of food that’s unopened and rock solid.. it’s obvious it’s been sat on multiple times.
“Are you really sure you want to be around me when I’m like.. this?” You gesture to your face and sniffle. “But sure, go ahead.”
“Yes, I am sure.” He sighs. “Do you wanna talk about.. it? What’s going on? …Sunday customers?”
You sigh and nod. You tell him all about the customers you’ve had today and briefly mentioning that you have a lot of other stuff going on and finish it off with talking about the customer who sexually harassed you. “I can’t believe he put his fucking hands on me. I feel so gross and dirty.” You begin to softly sob again while explaining the events.
You have never seen Brian look so appalled. Jaw hanging open and all. “Oh my fucking god. You want me to beat his ass? Offer him free cheesecake and spit in the raspberry sauce? What’s the table number.. I’ll fucking do it.”
“Don’t get yourself fired, stupid.” You gently chuckle. His offer did actually make you feel better though. “…then I’d miss you.”
“Or we could both leave this stupid fucking place. What good does it do either of us anyway?” He brushes over that you said you’d miss him cause it makes him feel kinda weird.. in a good way, but he doesn’t know how to deal with that.
“The money. The money is good, Brian. We both have bills to pay.” You roll your eyes, monotone.
“I guess that’s true, you downer.” He sticks his tongue out at you, jokingly.
You sigh again at the reality that you really need to get back to your tables… and that you are quite literally freezing in there. At least it was around 8pm and dinner rush had passed. “Time to go back.” You speak in a low, soft voice.
Brian offers to help you up, which you accept. “Y/n. Just know you don’t have to do anything. If you wanted to quit right now, you could. You don’t need to keep serving these assholes.” You end up standing rather close after he helps you up and he stares into your eyes, saying the most serious thing he’s ever said to you. It sends shivers down your spine… or maybe that’s the freezer. But all the sudden you realize that your cheeks do feel hot. You find yourselves just standing there. Do you… want to kiss him? ‘Heh.. couldn’t be? It’s Brian..’ you tell yourself.
After what feels like forever, it hits midnight and you’ve finally wrapped up your closing duties. You take a major sigh of relief. At least you have the next couple days off.
You walk out of the restaurant and find Brian leaning his body back against his car as he lights a cigarette. “I thought you left a while ago.” You call out to him as you're walking to your car that’s parked kitty-corner to his, stopping to talk to him.
“Nah, I like to chill in the parking lot and smoke while no one else is here. Kinda peaceful or something.” He was totally lying. He was waiting for you to get out so he could chat with you again and make sure you’re doing alright… you could never get him to admit it though.
“Yeah I guess that’s true.” You shrug. You believe him enough because that does sound like something he’d do. He was seemingly always out and about.
“You wanna hang for a bit? I know it’s late, but I’m cool if you are…” he shoots. Completely hiding any nerves he has about asking you to hang out for the first time outside of work. “We could even just talk in my car if you want.” He shrugs.
“Why not? Sounds nice after a shitty day.” You smile softly at the man.
“Uh yeah, cool.” He honestly didn’t expect for you to take him up on the offer. He stomps out the butt of his cig and unlocks the passenger side door and motions for you to get in, which you do so. “Do you wanna drive around or just sit in here?” Driving around is a common pastime in small towns like this… when you have nothing else to do and the gas is cheaper than other places, that’s just what you do for fun.
“I’m down to drive around.” You nod. You’ve honestly not hung around with friends in a while since you’ve been so busy with work, college, and your personal life. This was just the change you needed right now. You start flipping through his CD case as he begins to drive with no destination in mind. “System of a Down? Hell yeah!” You make sure there’s no other CDs in the player before inserting this one.
Brian looked at you kinda funny. “I never pinned you as the type to listen to my music.” It’s obvious you surprised him, in a good way.
“Well then you didn’t have me pinned at all I guess.” You giggle. “I like a lot of the stuff in here, my guy!” You nudge and smile at him as he drives.
“Hey! Keep your hands to yourself.” He jokes.
“Yeah.. I’m sure you hate me touching you.” You joke back before realizing how flirty that came out… but you don’t mind… definitely not as much as you usually would.
“Yeah, yeah.” He scoffs.
You’re honestly really surprised when he doesn’t deny it. You think about earlier, in the freezer. Once again, your cheeks warm and you swallow hard. You look out the window of his car, hoping he won’t notice anything. But now you’re thinking of his emerald green eyes looking directly into yours and you can’t get it out of your head and your embarrassment only grows. He obviously just thinks of you as a friend… right?
“Hello? Y/n?” You’re called back to reality to a familiar voice looking at you intently. You hadn’t even realized that the car had stopped.
“Yes- hello… heh. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.” You rubbed the back of your neck as you look around at where you’ve stopped. It’s a nearby park that is long past close, since all parks close at sun fall.
“Yeah, I noticed.” He laughs. “Thinking about everything that happened?” His voice dropped into a much more serious tone… gosh today is the first time he’s ever talked seriously with you and now again? Weird.
“Uh- yeah. That’s exactly it..” you shook your head quickly as you lied through your teeth. You weren’t going to say ‘no I was daydreaming of you and I.’
He silently nods. “If you need to talk more about it, I’m all ears.”
“No. It’s okay…. Um why did you stop here though?” You quickly subvert the attention away from you.
“I like to come here and hang out after park close because no kids are here….. and smoke weed.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if you’re into that, and if you’re not, that’s cool too.” He pulls out a joint from his bag.
“Ahah.. do you carry that with you everywhere?” You snicker.
“Well yeah… you never know when a good time to smoke will arise.” He nods, looking somewhat proud of himself. “So? You in?”
“Ya know.. fuck it. Why not?” It’s not something you do regularly, but you’ve had a particular hard day.. week.. month… maybe even year? Hard to keep track at this point.
“Sick. I know the perfect spot.” He smiles. He’s never really been this kind to you.. or anyone that you’ve seen for that matter. You find yourself smiling back at him in silence for what feels like at least a minute… but in reality was maybe 10 seconds.
He gets up and out of the car and you follow. He leads you both to these large boulders in the corner of the park. They’re about 5-6 feet tall and 8 feet wide. One has a much flatter top than the others. He helps you up the rocks. It’s obvious he’s done this plenty of times. You guys end up laying down on the flattest rock, looking up at the stars. He puts the joint between his lips and uses one hand to light it and the other to cup the end to protect it from the gentle breeze. You wouldn’t be able to tell with his broody-self, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while. You, on the other hand, are feeling the same but can’t hide it nearly as well.
After a couple hits of the freshly lit spliff, he passes it to you. You deeply inhale the smoke and try to stifle your coughs.
“It’s okay to cough...” He laughs. “I know you don’t got lungs of steel like mine from smoking daily since I was a teenager.”
As much as he was slightly making fun of you, he genuinely did make you feel more comfortable about coughing your lungs out when you take too big of a hit (which is most of them, because you’re not completely sure how to do this yet). You hand it back and really let yourself enjoy just being relaxed. Not something you get to feel very often. “Hey um… thank you.”
“For the weed? It’s fine. I got plent-“
You cut him off “no, idiot. For comforting me earlier and hanging out with me now. I really needed this.” You turn your head to look at him.
“Oh- yeah…. Anytime. I don’t want to ever leave a friend in need hangin-“ he can’t maintain eye contact with you as hard as he tries. It feels too embarrassing. He takes a couple more long drags, hoping this heat in his chest would die down quickly. He doesn’t know how to handle it.
‘A friend…’ before today you’d be surprised that he even called you that but right now… it kinda stings. You can no longer deny your feelings at this point… but the influence of the few hits you did take are starting to take over and your thoughts are overtaken by euphoria and relaxation. “Wow.. this is nice…” each of your words are drawn out.
Brian laughs “y/n, you lightweight! You’re high off that!?”
“Shut upppp.” You groan, but laugh along nonetheless and close your eyes.
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All the sudden you wake up and Brian has laid his jacket over you. “What? I don’t remember falling asleep? How long was I out?” You question quickly with furrowed brows.
“I dunno. Maybe 30 minutes or so.” He shrugs. He’s now sitting up, looking down at you where you lay.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You question intently.
“You obviously needed some rest.” He looks down at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.
“Um….. thanks..” God. There’s that feeling again. The embarrassment. You want him to kiss you right now. More than anything in this moment. You can feel that want grow with the butterflies in your stomach. He must feel this energy because he breaks eye contact and sits up straighter, looking in front of him.
“Yeah. No prob.” He clears his throat. You can tell he’s deep in thought about something. And that something, unknowingly to you, is you. He absolutely feels the same way. He just doesn’t know how to approach it.
You sit up next to him, realizing his jacket is still in your lap. “Oh- here.” You place the jacket over his shoulders, getting much closer to do so.
He turns his face to you as you do this, not realizing how close your face was. Your lips were maybe an inch or two away from each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face. Each of your hearts began racing. As you both sat there, eyes staring into one another’s. You just went for it. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was because you were still minorly under the influence… but you leaned in and kissed him.
He was shocked to say the least, so it took him a second but he then returned the kiss. It was soft and slow as you both were still figuring out if this was real life. After a few seconds of this, you pulled away suddenly. “I’m so sorry- I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-..”
He stops you “no- no. It’s totally okay. I um.. wanted to do that but didn’t have the balls.. so I’m actually really glad you did…” he brings back that cute little smile only you get to see, unlike the broody, couldn’t-care-less personality that you and everyone else had always seen.
“Really?” You responded sounding seriously dumbfounded… which you were. You thought there was no way in hell he felt the same and that you had just ruined your possible friendship.
“Yes, really. What? Do you want me to repeat myself, y/n?” He dipped back into his usual, smug persona.
You roll your eyes. “We were having a moment, ya know?” You flick him on the forehead.
“Hey! Dickwad!” He flicks you back.
You laugh for a while and then settle back down. “Just shut up and kiss me?” You come back closer once more. Without another word, he pulls you into a much more passionate kiss than before, now that he’s more comfortable.
You each respectively kiss the other back harder until you end up straddling his thighs. He pulls away to look at how you’ve repositioned, looking like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He looks up at you with concern. “I don’t want you to regret anything…”
“I could ask you the same.” You place his hands on your hips, and smiling at him softly as you pant a little from the heat of the kiss alone, letting him know that’s okay. “I really like you, Brian.” You try to ease up any worries that he obviously has.
“I….. really like you too, y/n.” He basically whispers, but that’s as loud as he can get himself to respond.
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Thank you so much for reading! Tell me if you want a part 2!
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EDDIE ONESHOT COMING INSPIRED BY ME AND YOUR MAMA BY CHILDISH GAMBINO
Update: it’s out (:
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New years fun | Percy Dolarhyde x reader !!SMUT!!
Description: its new years! you finally have a partner to have your new years kiss with. this new year starts off on a very good foot for you and your partner, Percy.
Content: !!18+ SMUT!! make out session, unprotected sex, fingering, female anatomy.
Word count: 758. characters: 4.08k
authors note: happy new years everyone! i haven’t been writing much because of school but i will try to write more in the future!
“Happy new year!” everyone shouts as Percy pulls you into him by your waist, planting a kiss on your lips. Your hands traveled up to Percy’s shoulders as you pressed your lips against his. Once you two pulled away, you watched on the tv as the people in Times Square celebrated the new year. You drank the rest of your champagne and placed the glass down gently on the table. You looked up at Percy and you saw him already looking at you, smiling softly. You smiled up at him as well, walking up to him as Percy pulled you into him, holding you by your side. Percy placed a kiss at the top of your head, walking with you to your bedroom. When you walked in, you fell onto your bed, sighing lightly. You looked up at the ceiling as you watched Percy block your vision slightly.
“Hello, lovely.” He smiled, looking at you in your eyes. You giggled as you responded “hello” back. Percy placed one of his hands at the side of your face, leaning down to kiss you softly. You brought your opposite hand to the side of his face, returning the kiss. You and Percy moved onto the center of the bed, kissing each other with your eyes closed. Percy slightly pulled away, gasping softly for air as he went back to kissing you. Percy moved himself up, sitting on his knees as he took his own shirt off, pulling yours over your head shortly after. Percy leaned back down to look you in your eyes once more.
“Percy… I need you…” You said through a series of inhales and exhales that were entering and exiting through your mouth. Percy smiled. “Of course, my love.” Percy slipped off his pants past his knees and past his ankles, looking at you up and down.
“Well… your turn, darling.” Percy said to you. You unbutton your pants, slipping them to your ankles. Percy took it upon himself to pull down your underwear, as well as his own. You watched as Percy entered into you, sighing deeply as he felt your vagina around his penis. You gasped shakily, smiling as his penis entered you.
Percy thrusted into you, making you let out a moan as you felt Percy’s cold hands slip to your hips, goosebumps appearing around your body. “You feel so nice.” Percy tells you, moving his hands around your body as he thrusts into you. You lift your hips which makes Percy groan, his hands gripping onto your waist as he goes a bit deeper due to you lifting yourself up.
Percy supported your hips with his hands as he helped you down, continuing to thrust into you. Percy smiled a bit as he watched your face contorted into a look of pleasure. “I’m close, should I keep going?” You nod your head as Percy thrusts a bit faster. When he finished, Percy groaned loudly as well as you did.
You watched as Percy squirmed down to your hips, holding you with one hand and sticking his fingers inside of you with the other. You gasped sharply as Percy fingered you. “You feel so wonderful.” Percy told you again as you breathed heavily with pleasure. As you climaxed, you struggled to tell Percy.
“Percy… I… I think I’m close…” Percy looked up at you through his roughed up hair. Percy smiled and nodded, continuing to finger you, making sure not to hurt you. You didn’t think you would be able to come but suddenly you felt yourself relax and your breath let out deeply as Percy sighed as well, looking at you with a smile.
Percy gently took his fingers out of you and used his opposite hand to cup your face. “I’m so proud of you.” Percy said, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “I’m proud of you as well.” You said, smiling softly. Percy returned the smile. “I’m glad we both got to have pleasure.” You nodded, fixing his hair with your hands as he rolled off the bed, slipping on his boxers and pants, heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. You smiled and watched as Percy left, putting your clothes back on as well.
You rolled into your blankets, placing your head on the pillows. Percy walked back into the room, laying next to you, facing you. “I had so much fun.” Percy said. “I did too, thank you for the best New Years ever.” Percy smiled, giving you one last kiss before you both headed off to sleep.
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i published my twbb fic… give it a read if you’re interested ☺️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38937441?view_adult=true
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Hi!! Can I request a super fluffy imagine for Dano!riddler where Eddie wakes the reader up because he missed her and smothers her in affection while she's literally just waking up 🤣 thank youuu
A/N: For real, he would totally do this, he's such a simp 😂💚
Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)
Warnings: Obsessive loving Edward, mega fluff 😍
Words: 554
It's never the sun streaming through the supposed blackout curtains that wake you up in the mornings. It's always Edward. Not that you're complaining.
Sometimes it's him whining as the light slips in through the slender gap between curtains, burying his head deeper into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist from their previous sleepy hold. Other times Ed's mumbling things in his sleep contentedly, one leg possessively over your middle and his head on your chest, instinctively responding to the fingers running through his hair with a soft moan and a smile twitching onto his face.
Or there are times like these, where he's completely awake and desperate to admire and talk to you when you are too instead of sleeping cutely by his side.
You hear the whispers first, gentle coos beside your ear, then the nuzzling of his head against your neck, his brown hair tickling your skin. Eddie's soft lips pepper kisses wherever he can reach, and he sifts needily from his comfy position on top of you, his voice clearer now as you groggily come to.
"Please, please, open your eyes," Edward mumbles, gazing at you adoringly as his fingertips ghost over the skin of your cheeks, fiddling with the strands of your hair around your face. "You're always so beautiful, but I want to see your eyes, sweet angel, I want you awake-"
"I am awake," you breathe, blinking a few times to adjust yourself to the morning lighting, and Eddie's eyes immediately light up, a big dopey grin on his face.
"Hi," he giggles, pressing a long kiss against your cheek, before letting his head drop as he buries it in your hair, breathing in deeply. "I missed you..."
You laugh slightly at his muffled comment. "I've been here all night, Eddie."
"But now you're awake," he points out, looking up at you gleefully. "I waited until it wasn't too early, I know it's the weekend - but I love it like this too."
"You love the attention, you mean," you respond with a smirk, brushing a hand through his hair and cupping his cheek. Edward melts into your touch instantly, pushing into it with a content noise and fluttering of his eyes.
"Is that what you want?" You persist teasingly, quickly moving your hands to poke at his sides, and he erupts into giggles, collapsing beside you as his hands find yours. He presses loving smooches onto their palms, his legs coming around your waist as he pulls you closer.
"Mm," he hums in agreement, looking up at you with earnest, bashful green eyes. "Please. I love you, so much..."
You smile at that, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him properly, and Edward hugs you back with a satisfied sigh. "I love you too, you riddling menace."
He giggles again at the comment, pulling away just enough to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and basking in the warm feeling. You close the gap unexpectedly between you, and Eddie lets out an airy moan as he returns the kiss passionately. He whines in protest when you pull away to catch your breath, chasing your lips with a pout.
"Relax," you whisper, as Edward stares at you with a lovestruck smile. "The morning's not over yet."
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Hi, if you’re not still taking requests, sorry! Ignore this! But if you are I was wondering if you could write a hurt/comfort angsty Dano!riddler fic where the riddler/Edward and the reader get into a big fight and then something happens like the reader leaves and once the riddler calms down he feels terrible ans goes to find her to make up/apologize?? This scenario plagues my minddddd
a/n: hiii!! sorry for taking such a while to get around to this!!! i used essentially? this general premise but changed it just *a little* so, i hope you enjoy!!!
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬 (Edward Nashton x Gn! Reader)
description: upon finding out edward's true identity as the riddler, reader and edward get into a nasty argument where you end up walking out on him, unable to face that the man you love is simultaneously gotham's current most wanted. outraged and heartbroken, you're dead-set on moving on and never talking to eddie again. but things may have to change when you and edward happen to come into your once-favorite diner at the same time.
content: hurt/angst, break-up, enemies to lovers?, ideations of self-injury (nothing graphic/explicit), mentions of throwing up, pretty severe mental deterioration, comfort, make-up, fluff!
word count: 3485
It had been one week since the worst day of your life.
The worst.
One week since you'd walked out on the man you were certain you were going to marry in a fit of utter despair. You could remember every second of that fateful night as if you were still living in it. Each and every second played on a ceaseless spiral in your brain, over, and over again. Behind your puffy tear-stained eyes lay an incessant, unrelenting memory. You couldn't count the number of times this last week you'd contemplated ramming your head into a wall as hard as you could, as many as you could in hopes to induce some sort of amnesia so you could forget.
Forget everything, forget that night, forget The Riddler, forget Edward, completely.
You needed a new start. But how could you begin a new race when you were already coming in dead last at this one, tripping over your own feet with every inch forward you tried to make, your knees bloodied and ankles swollen.
You couldn't even attempt to move forward with your life, not when you couldn't drag yourself out of the past.
It started like a normal night.
"Normal"
It wasn't really a normal night, but it started way more normal than it ended.
Edward told you he was stuck at work and he'd be home late. But what kind of job keeps you in past midnight? He told you not to wait up for him, and wished you sweet dreams.
You thought he was cheating. And now you wished he had been cheating. It would have been a much easier pill to swallow.
You wrestled with the idea of Edward being unfaithful... deep down you knew Edward would never do such a thing, but why else would he still not be home after 2 a.m?
You heard the door creak open, and shivers ran down your spine at the high-pitched noise. Your head flung around and Edward's eyes went wide. He wasn't expecting you to be up, and he much less wasn't expecting you to be waiting for him in the living room.
"Where have you been Edward?" You got up off the couch, careful not to be too accusatory towards him.
"I-I told you, I was working." He shakes his head, his lip quivering, guilt already plastered all over his poor, sad face.
"Edward, it's 2:40 in the morning." You respond, a little more forceful, a little more accusatory.
"I stopped at the diner, baby. To get something to eat I- it was crowded." His breathing is so rapid you can hear each and every one of his breaths in and out despite being a good distance away from him.
"Eddie..." You started, slowly walking closer to him. You couldn't lie, part of you was absolutely inclined to believe him, but he answered your questions with such little confidence that there had to be something deeper.
The tension in your tiny apartment was paralyzing, so thick that it was suffocating. Despite being physically bigger, Edward looked so small, weak, shaking like a leaf in the apartment's entryway.
He had to be guilty.
"...tell me the truth Eddie- please, are you seeing someone el-" You're cut off by your own involuntary gasping. His face- right across Edward's soft, full cheeks, a dried sanguine streak. Your eyes trail to his arms, an army green jacket draped between the two of them.
Without thinking you're ripping the jacket from his arms, gripping hard at the rough green material as you force it from his grasp.
"Y/n- wait-" He pleads.
You unfold it infront of you and drop it just as fast as you took it when you see the hastily painted questionmark upon it's front breastpocket.
"No..." You shake your head violently, only able to muster up a pathetic whimper in your now swollen throat.
"Y/n-" Edward's eyes are tearing and his hands are placed out in front of him as if trying to gesture you to calm down. "Y/n, please don't cry- I can- please let me explain."
"You?" None of your organs feel like they're in the right place, your stomach is in your throat, your heart is buried way down where your stomach is meant to be, and your ribcage feels like it is inside your lungs. Each breath in brings you unimaginable, excruciating pain. You stare at Edward, unable to move, not even able to blink, your gaze does not move from his anguished eyes.
"Y/n..." Edward starts again.
And then it hits you, it truly hits you.
"It's you!" Suddenly you're wailing, unable to maintain your composure. Your knees give out from underneath you and now you're on the floor with the jacket. You double over, and your forehead rests against the cold wooden paneling on the floor. "GOD NO, NO!" You shriek, "N-NO- NO-NO-NO," you repeat over and over again in an unrelenting lament. You can barely breathe, and each breath that you can muster to get in stings worse than anything you'd ever felt before.
With each choking sob, your shrill voice manages new pitches and volumes you weren't even aware your body could make. For any neighbors listening in it must've sounded like someone was being murdered, and with your newfound discovery, you were surprised that wasn't the case.
You might as well have been murdered though, your heart already ripped clean and beat to a pulp, all that remained was a giant gaping cavity.
The floorboards creek and despite not looking up, you can feel Edward's presence on the ground with you. Slow hands inch towards you as he leans forward to caress your trembling shoulders.
"Baby please don't cry-"
"Don't fucking touch me!" You scream, ripping your head from its position on the ground, whipping your arm forward to swat Edward off you. Now you're looking in his eyes again and it makes you sick how sad he looks, and you're even sicker over how awful you feel for yelling at him. His wet eyes reflect the dim light of the apartment and he looks like a kicked puppy. Not even the realization of the awful atrocities that he's committed could taint his appearance- he looked as sweet as ever.
"I-I did it for you- I did this all for you!" Edward begins to lose it too, his voice cracks as it becomes louder with each word he speaks, tears rapidly running down his cheeks. "I love you- please y/n understand- can't you see how much I love you!"
"You murdered people Edward!"
"I-I-I was only trying to make this city better for you-for us! Please-" He heaves, nearly in a worse state than you. Nearly.
You don't respond, you're in no state to listen to his grotesque justifications. Instead, you only stare at him, desperately looking in his eyes for some glimmer of hope. You wait, anxiously for him to break out in a smile and an awkward laugh, telling you this was all some horrible prank, just some elaborate joke.
But Edward was not the type to play around with you like that. For a few moments, neither of you speak, the only sounds hanging around in the tension-thick air are the lingering wails of both you and your once beloved Eddie.
Finally, the silence is broken.
"Edward-" You shake your head in bewilderment, your voice already nearly nonexistent from your relentless weeping. "I-I'm not going to call the cops- I- I can't I- I can't- I don't want them to hurt you. I- won't tell a soul but... Eddie- Edward- I can't be with you. You're a killer."
You spent the rest of that night locked in your bedroom, packing your things, trying not to throw up, as you screamed and wailed for hours on end. Edward was on the other side of the door, yelling just as loud all night, constant pleas of "Don't leave me, I love you!" traveled through the thin wood of that bedroom door as the incessant pounding of his fist tried to fight its way to the other side.
You left the house once Edward's wailing had stopped, you'd opened the door to find him passed out on the hallway floor. You could barely stand to look at him, now knowing what he had done. Yet still, as you stepped out of the room, you leaned down beside him, praying to every power possible that he wouldn't wake up, and placed a small kiss against his cheek, still salty from the lingering tear stains. It pained you to know that was the last time you'd ever see him, puffy-eyed and passed out on the floor. You whispered a soft goodbye, and that you loved him, and ran out of the house, feeling utterly lost.
You'd been staying with a friend since that morning, having lied and told her that you and Edward were on a break and just "needed some space away from each other". She was surprised, yet happily welcomed you with open arms, telling you that you and Edward had always seemed so happy with each other and that she hoped you'd work out your differences. If only she knew.
You sat the counter of you and Edward's once-favorite diner, staring out at the kitchen in front of you, carefully trying to overload your brain with the intense stimuli of a friday night dinner rush in order to ease your mind off the memory of Eddie.
You felt completely disconnected from reality at that moment, your vision blurred from keeping your eyes open too long, and the rowdy conversations around you blended into one monotonous noise.
"Excuse me? Hello?" A voice says, and you can barely make out a figure in your peripheral. You blink a few times and shake your head, desperately trying to come back in contact with the real world.
"Huh?" You ask the figure back.
"I asked if you're ready to order." Your vision becomes clear again and you're able to see that that figure is actually a waiter.
"Oh!" You say embarrassed of your negligence. "Yeah," You nod.
You order and resume back to zoning out, looking down at your feet and letting your senses once again be overwhelmed by the raucous of the dinner.
Your attention is once again pulled back to reality when you can see from the corner of your eye someone sitting directly to the side of you. You sighed, supposing that you did not account for the lack of seating in the diner when you came in at such a busy hour.
You turned your head to the side, and all of a sudden your stomach was in the wrong place once again. Your eyes blew wide in disbelief, there was no stranger sitting next to you, it was Edward.
All of the emotions you came here to suppress started to fill you up at an alarming rate. Your instincts told you to get up and run, run far away but your body was paralyzed, tied down by the utter weight of your dread. If you even attempted to make an escape your weak trembling legs would give out before your feet even touched the floor, and you'd be left even more helpless.
Edward's head turned around, and now he was facing you too, his expression grew to the same petrified face that you sported. His mouth opened slightly as if to say something, but it quickly closed and he looked away. You turned your head down, trying to ground yourself as you looked back down at your shoes.
You swallowed hard, trying to repel the vile taste of your own stomach acid that burned the back of your throat. Everything stung suddenly, your eyes, your throat, your heart.
You knew that you should leave, but, you didn't want to. Despite everything, despite his actions, despite your own conscience, you wanted to stay. You wanted to stay there in his presence forever, and ever. Your trembling hands and the bile that threatened your esophagus meant nothing to you, you wanted to stay.
You peered up from where you were looking, just trying to get a slight glimpse at Edward. You watched his hands, his long fingers extended from his palms so his hands opened wide, then curled into fists. You suppressed a sob as you watched him continuously repeat the movement, the gentle curling of his fingers reminding you of how those hands once held you, how they dried your eyes when you cried, how they gently intertwined with your own hands when you walked along a busy street. Those hands that had once caressed every inch of your body you were now fighting just to look at.
You looked up a little farther, wanting desperately to see Edward's face again. The face that had plagued your every waking thought for the last week.
He still looked so soft, so sweet, but something had changed. The skin around his deep green eyes was darker than usual, a vague shade of purple had overtook his usual pale complexion. The rest of his face was nearly corpse-like, the pallor of death having overcome his sun-less face. His lips were dried and cracked- you'd never seen him looking quite this sickly. Edward had a habit of not always taking the best care of himself- but this was extreme.
A pang of newfound guilt had just hit you like a truck. You had done this to him. The urge to ask if he was alright overwhelmed you, the words impeding at your vocal cords. But you couldn't do it- you couldn't speak. No. Not to him.
You flinch as he moves suddenly, his head turning to look up at the waiter who's calling for his attention. Quickly, your head is back focusing on your lap.
You can faintly hear his voice as he announces his order to the waiter, the same he'd always ordered when you'd come here together. Memories of late nights spent in this very diner flooded your brain as Edward's hoarse voice reached your ears.
Hearing his voice, which had dwindled down into a raspy croak since the last time you spoke, made part of you want to just reach over and hold him tight, to place a small kiss upon his cracked lips. The other part of you wanted to scream at him, to berate him for ruining both you and what the two of you once had.
The internal conflict followed you throughout the night.
You stared down at the food your waiter had placed down in front of you, the meer smell of it making your mouth slick with saliva, priming your mouth for the disgorgement of what little stomach contents you had left.
You placed your hand over your nose in an attempt to keep your sickness at bay.
The bubbling in your stomach eventually became too much to handle, and you hurriedly dropped yourself from your seat, and quickly made your way to the restroom, trying not to make too much of a scene out of your haste.
You opened the door to the, thankfully, single-person bathroom, and nearly immediately began choking over the toilet as you bring yourself to your knees.
Despite your overwhelming nausea, you couldn't muster anything out besides a small amount of spit. There was nothing you could do to rid yourself of this feeling, no amount of coughing, or choking, or gagging could get anything up, this all-consuming sickness was just destined to stay with you as long as it possibly could.
You sit back on your knees before eventually pushing yourself up against a wall, and hugging your legs close to you. You slam your head in the space between your knees and begin to sob, trying your best to at least relieve the lump in your throat.
You're thankful for the loud diner, so no passerby could hear your sonic release of dispair. Your warm tears penetrated the fabric of your pants, as small water droplets dampened the skin of your legs.
"Why me!" you sobbed into your own skin. Why you?
Your thoughts raced at an unbelievable speed, as you desperately racked your brain for some sort of answer as to why this was happening to you. Why did the love of your life have to turn out to be a violent killer?
You thought and thought and thought as the tears came racing down your cheeks, and your whole body trembled with each strained sob. You thought about Edward's tortured childhood, about Gotham's wealthy, and the men that Edward had killed, Edward's desperate pleas the night you left.
And in a sudden, cathartic moment of clairty.
It hit you.
Your head raised from your lap and for the first time in a week you smiled, a peal of sudden manic laughter falling from your lips as your hands raised up to your cheeks and roughly brushed away your lingering tears.
How could you be so stupid?
Edward wasn't a monster.
He loved you.
You sat up from where you were hunched against the wall, combing a hand through your hair before leaving the bathroom, completely oblivious to your crazed appearance.
As you exited the restroom you could see Edward at the door leaving the diner. You make haste, shuffling across the diner in pursuit of him, pushing past wait staff, and hurrying out the door without paying.
A cool breeze hits your face as you step out onto the street, you turn your head and see Edward walking down the street,
"Eddie!" You yell, desperate for attention. He stops suddenly and turns around, and now the two of you are looking at each others faint appearances in the dim streetlights. You didn't think this far. Your breath wavers as you take in another inhale before yelling again, "I'm really sorry!" You yell again.
Edward says nothing, instead just stares at you, unmoving. You clench your jaw, on the verge of tears once again, and almost like you had no control of your own limbs, your legs are moving below you, and you're running towards Edward.
Before you know it you're flinging your arms around him, burying your head in his chest as your sobs pick back up.
You expect him to shove you off of him, just as you had done that night you left. You expect him to push you away, leaving you to stumble back on the pavement as he walks away, never to be seen again.
But he doesn't, before you know it his arms are around you too, squeezing you in a deathly stronghold. His grasp is comforting, familiar, and all that hatred, all that anger you'd been building towards him is melted away.
"I'm so sorry Edward," You're sobbing into his chest, desperately pleading for him to forgive you for walking out on him.
"Don't- no- don't apologize. No." He's repeating over and over again, more incessant with each of your cries. "No, let me apologize, I have to apologize to you."
You lift your head from Edward's chest and stare up at him, his sad, wet, eyes are no longer a source of pain, but rather once again those of a lover.
"Y/n- I- I just wanted to make this city better- I wanted a change- I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so sorry for making you cry." He shakes his head, his lip quivering wildly as he lifts a hand to your cheek, gently caressing away your tears. "I came here- I've been coming here every day for the last week, desperate to see you, I've been looking for you. Every day looking for you. Hearing you scream like that- it- it was the worst thing I've ever heard. I needed to say how sorry I was."
Your heart is oddly warmed at his dedication.
"It's okay, it's all okay, I see it now Eddie," You nod, "You're what this city needs."
"You do?" His pretty green eyes light up with a joy that makes your heart skip a beat.
"Yes, my pretty boy, my sweet sweet pretty boy-" You're stammering, overwhelmed by all of your emotions. "I've been so blind."
"Y- you don't hate me?"
"I thought I did." You admitted, "But- I can't- I can't ever hate my Eddie." You shake your head, shutting your eyes tight. "My Eddie" you repeat in a whisper, opening your eyes.
"Are you still mine?"
"Yes. Always." Your head bounces up and down in eager confirmation.
Edward's hand travels to the back of your skull, where he pushes against it lightly, pulling your head down to his chest so he can hold you in a full embrace.
"I love you so much y/n" Edward says, his voice is hoarse and cracked, and despite not seeing his face you can tell he's crying.
"I love you too Eddie."
"Will you please come home then?" He asks hesitantly. You know he's speaking of the physical place, the home that you two have shared, but you can't help but feel like, nestled in his arms, you already are.
"Yes please."
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One's Body Is Inviolable (Vampire!Eli Sunday x Reader)
One’s body is inviolable, subject to one’s own will alone. To willfully and unjustly encroach upon the freedoms of another is to forgo one's own.
This is explicit and is one of the most intense things I have ever written. Violence, gore, blasphemy and I am not kidding there's a touch of necrophilia but only by the strictest legal definition. I hope this is worth it! Spurred on by @bunshima and this post.
Any comments would be so helpful, because this is my first time at explicit violence, and I'm not sure if I got the smut ratio right!!
Further Tags/Warnings on AO3, minors DNI, word count 4670
Eli Sunday stood at the altar, sweating profusely. His hair, matted to his forehead, beads dripping down his nose, his cheeks, somehow flushed despite his pallid tone. She had brought him a tonic, something her grandfather brewed for various ailments, a recipe he warned them all he would take to the grave. And he was against sharing it, even with Father Sunday. Appalled by his lack of generosity, and towards a man of faith no less, she had decided it was God’s will for her to steal some, sneak into her grandfather’s room as he tended his plot in their yard, and take a vial to the church for Eli. Her heart still beat at an unnatural pace as she thought about the deed. It can’t have been that much of a sin, surely. Not to provide the voice of the Lord with a remedy for his ailments. But try as she might, she could not forgive herself the sin. Which was just as well, as it excited her. It was truly devilish.
And the spark, the thrill of the sin, followed through when she waited after the sermon to shake Father Sunday’s hand, to ask to speak to him in private. When he nodded at her, head tilted to the side, eyes caring and honest, lips curled into a handsome smile. As he gently placed his hand on her elbow, gesturing with the other to the back of their humble church where they might speak in whispers while the congregation made their way out of the door and back to their lives. Her skin tingled, spreading from her elbow, through her arms and fingers. From her core out, spreading to her shame. Her lip trembled as their footsteps creaked on the worn floorboards, mumbles of the crowd silencing as they left them, alone, with only God as witness to their conversation.
“How might I help you, sister?”
She stood, meek and mild, gazing at his face. He looked slick, wet to touch. It was always the same after his sermons. Father Sunday was an exceptional preacher. The Lord truly worked through him, spreading his word, his healing, his light and love, through their very own miracle. He graced them, and they were truly blessed. None more than her, taken in by his boyish looks and his charm. Why, if she were pressed to answer she would be forthright in declaring her love for their prophet, willing to follow him wherever he might go. And willing to do whatever he might ask of her. Anything.
Words formed in her brain, and with effort they made it to her lips, but they couldn’t transcend the gap from thought to physicality, her lips simply pursing, opening and closing, willing with all her might that God not let her make a fool of herself in front of Father Sunday, in all his graces, standing so patiently and waiting to hear what words of great importance she had to relay. His smile waned, she could see that while patience was a virtue it wasn’t one reserved for silly little girls who were unable to speak when spoken to. Flinching at the hand he raised, she prepared to be scolded as she was at home, but Eli placed the hand on her shoulder, taking two locks of hair in his hand and gazing at them while brushing them gently to her back. His hand pressed down, firm. It grounded her. His stare, commanding and almost invasive, managed to draw the words from within her as he spoke.
“Sister?”
“Father Eli.” A gush of breath escaped her as she spoke, sighing his name with a hint of eroticism she neither meant nor could conceal now that it was out in the open. A shameful secret between her, Eli and God.
“Father Eli.” Her breathing settled, her eyes closed as she focused it, unaware of the intrusive gaze as Father Sunday watched her chest move up, and down, slowly, steadily, quickly averting them as she opened her own. Staring into her very soul as she spoke. “I hope you’ll forgive me if this is too forward or seems like I’m prying, but I’ve noticed you’ve looked a little out of sorts at the last few sermons. A touch of fever, or a flu of some kind, perhaps?” He remained stoic, head tilted gently to the side and leaning forward, flourishes which let her know she was being listened to despite his silence.
“Well, my grandfather makes this tonic, you see. It cures…well it cures just about everything. And I wonder if you might take it to try. See if it won’t perk you up a bit.”
She reached into the pocket of her dress, Eli’s gaze following and straying only when the gentle tugging of her hand grasping the small vial caused the buttons at her neck to move slightly, revealing the hollow in the middle, the tendons on either side strong under her sun kissed skin, making out a few more freckles than he had noticed any other time he was looked there, wantonly. He smiled as she looked back up, vial in her palm, held out in front of him. He clasped both of his hands, large and cool, around hers, grasping them tight as he shook them up and down gently.
“Thank you, sister. This is so kind. But it’s unnecessary. The Lord shall see fit to restore my health as he restores yours through me.”
“Oh, but Father Sunday, I really think you ought to-”
“Ah, but won’t your grandfather notice that this is gone?”
He may as well have struck her face with the back of his hand. The shock of his reveal, the crimson on her cheeks as they flooded with shame.
“How did you…Did God…?”
“I can see it on your face. The burden of guilt hangs weary from you. You’re usually so…” he paused as he considered his next words, and she swallowed her nerves as his eyes bored into her, all of her, in a way so polite she doubted she could even consider it to be anything more than a blessing. “Well, you’re normally so innocent. So pure looking.”
“You can tell how pure someone is just by looking?”
“Of course I can. And you…are very pure.”
She could feel her pulse in her entire body, fingertips twitching with each beat. In the daze, she was sure he must have been able to see her body thumping, hear it echoing around the empty hall. His eyes, languidly taking her in and travelling to her stomach, further and further.
“Father Eli.” Her voice was stronger than he expected. He had taken for granted that she might be a weaker spirit, easier to coerce. It wouldn’t be his first conquest, not the first time he had preached his way into some willing prey’s underwear.
“Thank you, once again. But this is unnecessary. I’ll see you this evening for study, yes? Please give my blessings to your family.” Without allowing a moment for further debate, Eli had walked away from her, the floorboards creaking under his heavy footsteps.
What a fool you’ve made of yourself, you stupid, stupid girl. A sinner, and for nothing.
It had pained her every time she had seen Father Sunday, not only because the lingering guilt and shame that crossed her entire body when he looked in her direction, but because he seemed to be getting worse. Where before he had a rosy hue, tinted on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, his hands warm to the touch as he grasped the sick and the weak and cast the demons from them, he was now greying, and his touch was clammy, cool. Each day he seemed to grow weaker, his sermons not their usual bounce of highs and lows, but a constant stream of whispers. An unsettling hush taking over the hall, with no one daring to do so much as breathe too loud for fear the might miss one of his miraculous and divine words.
Each day, she had waited behind to ask after him, see how he was. And each day he had grown more impatient with her incessant pestering. The more she tried to fix her mistakes, to correct the error of her ways, the more she seemed to fall from his graces. An outcast, the black sheep of the herd. She sobbed at night in bed. What was once her sanctuary, a place where the thoughts of Eli she risked thinking were met with the wet, sinful pleasure of her own touch, now all she did was moan and groan in pain. Weeping pitifully, knowing that while there was no chance for romance or intimacy between them before, there was somehow even less now. The way he looked at her, discarded her soul with the quick look away, too ashamed to have her in his mass after what she had done.
But she felt there was one more chance. There had to be. Father Sunday preached redemption. They could always better themselves, through God’s will and forgiveness. And if God could forgive her, then so could Eli. She knew he would still be at the Church this late, given that tomorrow was Sunday. And while her family rested in their rooms, she snuck out into the night. One sin after the other.
At the church, she thought it best to knock first. It was an odd action, to beg for entry in the dark of night as the cool winds whipped the dust up. Hands clasped together in a silent prayer, she begged for forgiveness once more as she grasped the handle and pushed it open, entering the dimly lit hall, the door closing behind her in the draught. Three steps forward, she was already beginning to feel dizzy at the mere concept of having broken into the church. Of all the sins she’s committed so far, this was definitely the worst. Although, it was here as a shelter, to the desperate. And if the knot in the pit of her stomach told her anything, it was that she was indeed desperate. Absolutely starving.
“Do you need to see me?”
It was dizzying, the speed at which she turned. Eli stood between her and the door. There was a brief moment where she was able to wonder where he came from, as it seemed as though he had descended from the roof. Barely enough time for the squeal to make it’s way out of her throat, her airways were closed off by Father Sunday’s cold hands, sweating palm forced against her trachea as he walked her, forced her, up the aisle towards the wooden altar he delivered his sermons from.
Thoughts flooded her brain, mind swimming in them. Surely this wasn’t an appropriate response to her entering the church to see him? Or was it? Was this punishment for her sins, all of them culminating in a physical response from Eli, who held tightly to her, teeth gritted, his seething breaths sending spittle towards her. She turned her cheek towards him, trying not catch the spit emanating from his chapped lips. But in turn, he grasped at her chin, palm resting underneath, fingers pinning her cheek to her teeth causing a sharp pain, thumb hooked onto the teeth in her lower jaw. He turned her towards him, staring eye to eye.
“I thought I had asked you to leave well enough alone. I am fine. I do not need interference from some mewling, pathetic sinner.”
It was over the moment he raised his voice. Having never so much as spoken out of turn before, she had received little to no admonishment, no physical repercussions. And so, this was completely foreign, a new situation, a new stimulus. To which her response was pathetic weeping. Under her breath, and with her jaw held in place, she clumsily mouthed the Lord’s prayer, desperate for Eli to understand her repentance.
“Why did you come here?” He shook her head before letting go, the sudden lack of support and grip causing her to stumble forward and land on her knees on the hard flooring.
“I wanted to make it up to you, Father Sunday. To apologise for my sins. To confess to them all and make you proud again of your flock in its entirety. I’m sorry for what I have done, I’m sorry that I caused you more bother, but you have to know I was acting with faith in mind, being a good Christian. I tried to heal you, to let God work through me. And I’m so sorry.”
She was sobbing hysterically, hands on the floor in front of her to brace her body as it contorted with each wail. He stood above her, admiring the curve of her spine, the spread of her buttocks at this angle. He raised his dusty boot from the floor to her chin and with the toe, gently nudged her head up so he could look at her once more.
“Tell me, how badly do you want to be saved.”
It was an odd question. She considered herself saved. She was saved at baptism, saved through prayer, saved by her dedication to her faith, to her church and to Father Sunday. What were a few sins in life, surely they alone couldn’t require her to be saved, rescued from eternal damnation? But, a good Christian at heart, she shuddered at the though. And eyes, unblinking as they searched within Eli’s for that salvation, she nodded. And he returned, his head bobbing up and down slowly, eyes closed, tongue flicking out over his dry lips. He offered a hand and she took it, pulled up to her feet to stand before him. In shame, she kept her head towards the floor.
“There is sin in you.” He spoke, solemnly. Eyes averted from him, she tried to focus on the knots in the wood at her feet, anything to spare her just a tiny bit from the lecture she was rightly about to receive.”
“Yes, Father, there is.”
“But do you know where the sin lives? Where it dwells? No? Well I can tell you.”
He made his way around her, walking up and behind the altar. She turned to face him, entranced, unable to look away as he stood, knuckles white from the grip he had on the wood. And he delivered it, his finest sermon, words like ambrosia, the milk of human kindness itself pouring from his mouth. A saving grace, only for her. How lucky she was.
“We talk often, and I know you will have listened so many times before, of sins of the flesh. But I put it to you, sister, what lies beneath this flesh we speak of? There is no sweet core in our rotting vessels. Sins of the flesh indeed, but what sins lie beneath? What sins flow through us all, those mere mortals, the immorals. Those who give and sacrifice, those who feed and take. What of those sins?”
She watched him intently, so focused she could swear she could see the veins in his neck bulging, pulsing. They carried the sins.
“What else but carnal desire is driven by the sin within us all? And I ask of you, right now, can you feel it, the heat of the sin?”
A flush of heat waved over her, cheeks feeling as though they were visibly swelling.
“Ah, yes. That’s it! That’s the sin! You can feel it, bubbling to the surface, crimson, velvet. And what drives it more than desire? Nothing! Take my example.”
He stepped quickly from the altar, holding one arm high and taking the other by the wrist, pressing it to his trousers, his crotch, where she could feel his stiff length beneath her palm. And as she tried to pull away, he grunted and heaved her back around.
“Feel it, the sin. Can you feel it pulse? I am fully engorged in the sin, sister. Are you?”
She squirmed, trying to pull away, heat spreading through her own body at the violation, the splendid touch. How long had she thought of it? Considered how he would feel against her? But this isn’t the way she wanted it. There was nothing sweet here. This was, as he had put it, carnal. And she refused to become a participant without at least a struggle. At her tugging, he grabbed the hair at the back of her head.
“Definitely a sinner” he spat the words out, flecks of drool hitting her face. “A perfectly suitable candidate for salvation. What would your father say if he knew you were going against the will of your prophet, of your miracle worker?”
“What would your father say? What would our Father say?”
Rage charged from his throat, echoing in the hall around them.
“Denounce him! I am your father now, I will be your saviour. Tell me, who is your God now?”
Silence apart from heavy breathing and silent sobs.
“I will kick you in the teeth. I will tear your soul from this place and leave you with nothing. Tell me. Who is your God now!?”
“Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name thy…”
“Our Father? He’s no Father of mine. Mine is the way of the light, the way of truth, of eternal life as told to us. And you are still hoping for salvation from Him? From the boy, born of the virginal cunt?” She winced at the word, continuing with her prayer.
“Or me. Master, creator. Who will make you what you are about to become?”
No longer able to finish her prayers, she knelt weeping at his feet. Begging anyone who may be listening to come and save her from salvation.
“Don’t you even want to know? I’m offering you true Biblical longevity. To become the after-life we all look forward to, so.”
He grabbed her face in both hands, palms pressed to her cheeks, trembling and shaking her features as he pulled her up, her body with no option to follow him as he raised her from the floor by her skull alone.
“You could have it, have it all.”
Intrigue crossed her face at the offer. Father Sunday had always been a truthful man, the preacher they needed and desired. Why would he suddenly lie to her, if he had never lied before?
“You could have me. Isn’t that what you want?”
Her eyes darted to the floor, shame swelling in her chest, suppressed only by the growing arousal that spread like warmed honey over her body, knees gently shaking as the pressure mounted within her abdomen.
“I could take you, give you what you want. If you’ll only let me. Trust me.” And before she could argue against it, his lips, chapped, dry and cold, were pressed to hers. They pushed hers apart, his tongue inside her mouth, probing and prodding its way into her, serpent like. Sinful. But she leaned into it, instinctively. Her first kiss, Holy and sanctified. He moaned and left her lips, settling his mouth on her chin, her cheek, down her neck. There was little she could do, as the words were out of her mouth before she could suppress them.
“Oh God…Jesus…Jesus…Oh God” She panted in between her blasphemous cries, the pleasure behind them spurring Eli on as he grabbed her, taking her whole body in his arms and pressing his lips to hers again. Crashing, teeth clattering hard against hers, the kiss was so violent. Nothing like the tender one she envisioned as she had touched herself, hand pressed against her mound, fingers slipping between her lips to feel the heat, the wet, imagining Father Sunday blessing her with himself. Flesh and bone. Body and soul. And though it was different, it was still pleasurable. His strength, his primal desire, she was but flesh for him to mould to his desires. She leaned into it, allowing herself to revel in the succour of his touch. And then something sharp, heat and pain. Pulling back, her hand flew to her mouth and when she drew it back, she noticed the hot, bright red blood on her finger tips.
“Who is your God now?”
Again, her emotions flipped, moral ambiguity resting at the forefront of her mind as she pondered the question he posed. He was no man, but he was no prophet either. Father Sunday was something different. An entirely unique creature.
“Do you want it? I can give it to you. Please, let me. You will let me?”
She could feel bile rising at the back of her throat, the tangy and metallic taste of her own blood on her tongue, a tickle on her chin where it dripped, tiny splatters on the floor.
“As long as I have teeth, I will bite you. Teeth, biting. If I have no teeth I will gum you.” He repeated it, over and over again. Screaming the words, high pitched and frantic, not the usual strength behind his sermons. This was different. This was unholy, ungodly.
“I can give you everything, I can give you me. I will spill my seed for you, but you must spill your sin for me, spill your blood.” His hands were on his chest, rubbing fervently, scratching at his shirt, buttons loosening, his bare chest exposed. On his pale, white skin, raised red lines formed, some deeper, some more healed than others. As he continued to drag his nails down his chest and stomach, tiny droplets of blood formed from new wounds and old. He rubbed it across himself, chest hair matting, the tiny sliver of hair leading to his dark trousers following suit. And he brought his fingers to his mouth, placing two inside and sucking on them, tongue darting across them, lapping up his own secretion.
It was hypnotic. There was something entirely erotic, strangely enticing about his movements. It was hard to stop herself. It could be that this was something she desired also. The pain, the punishment, sweet redemption. Or did she want Eli, a man she had lusted after for so many years, who she had held in screams for as her family slept in the other rooms. Or was it the true Christian goal, of eternal life and happiness with her saviour. And was Eli that saviour? Interrupting her questioning, he stepped towards her again, fingers brushing her hair back, deftly unbuttoning her dress, exposing her skin to the room, flesh against flesh as he pressed himself to her, blood transferring between them.
“We must share in the sins. The devil is in you, and I can suck him out. But you must share of my sins, of my curses. Who will take them from me if not you? Who will be burdened with my sin as I am burdened with theirs if not you? Please see this as His plan, as My plan! And tell me.”
He was sweating profusely, pupils darker than usual and taking up more than their share of his eyes, staring into her as she tried to find Eli within the dark abyss. He was smiling earnestly, and she could see him. Father Sunday, in his wisdom and glory, willing her to let him lead her to glory, to eternal life in God’s Kingdom, to be in his image.
“Who is your God.”
“You, Father Sunday.”
He grunted, reaching the apex of a roar, and grabbed her in his arms, clumsily stepping to the back of the church, past the altar and to the built-in unit that lined the back wall. Kisses stolen, grasping hands clawing at her flesh, hips, thighs, breasts and back, until she was stumbling against the table, where he promptly spun her around and bent her over, tearing at the fabric until she was exposed against the breezes that made their way through the gaps in the walls and ceiling, skin become dimpled at the sensation.
He spat on his palm and brushed his hair away from his forehead with the back of his hand, before pressing it to her slit, wet and hot. Without any further warning, he was pulling at his pants, unleashing his length and rubbing at the head with further spit. Eager to avoid any efforts at protest, he thrust into her, pushing her limits, ignoring the wails that spewed forth from her as he pumped forwards, desperate to be consumed by her in his entirety. To feel every inch of him encased in her flesh, her sin spilling onto him, over him, slick, easing his movements.
He grunted, a choking noise that was pitched a lot higher than his usual delivery, but he continued his sermon.
“I hope you trust me. I hope you’re ready.”
His words went in rhythm with his panting and the thrusting as he eagerly pulled her hips back to meet his, fingernails dug deep enough into her to cause bleeding.
“You have to pass, enter My Kingdom. Before. So you. Can rise. Rise. As Lazarus. Rose. See. The Miracle. Performed!”
His speech was slurred and she screamed, pleading with him as he removed himself unceremoniously from her cunt. Hands back at her hips he flipped her over. He took her in, gazing hungrily at her. She was flattered, for the briefest of moments, before she began to wonder which part of her he was hungry for. There was no time to process the fleeting thoughts, though, as his fingers, stained in blood, were fiendishly making their way up and down her slit, teasing and nipping at her lips, dipping in and out. He pushed them in, sharp, hard, fast. And at the breathy moan when he removed them, he licked them clean, eyes rolling back into, the blackness making way for the milky white.
She reached her hand out, his body just out of reach, but her fingers grazed his hips. As he looked into her, she could see what could have been love. More than desire for her body, but desire for her soul. And he placed his hands on the table by her shoulders, easing himself back inside of her with a silent gasp, mouth gaping at the sensation, her face following suit.
“Do you trust me? Do you trust me to do this for you?”
She could barely make out a moan let alone a word or a sentence. But she was brought back to consciousness as his palm made contact with her face, the crack echoing around them.
“Do you trust me?” He hissed at her.
“Yes…yes.”
“Who is your God?”
He was steadying himself with one hand on the table, the other reaching out to the side, out of her peripheral view.
“WHO IS YOUR GOD!?”
“You are, Eli!” And as she released a scream of pleasure, his hand crossed her vision. It happened so fast. The glinting of the light on the blade of the ceremonial dagger, no time to process the pain before she began to shudder under him, body spasming as the blood rushed and seeped from her neck. And another movement, knife to his wrist, he held it over her gaping mouth as the droplets hit the back of her throat. She was choking, fading. But she still moved, twitching around him. He reached his orgasm, seed spilling inside of her and dripping out around his cock, onto the floor behind the altar. And as though timed, she stopped moving too.
Softening, he pumped a few more times into her still body. Once, twice, languid movements as he pushed against his own sin, sliding through it, mixing it with her own. And as he watched the last of the blood drip out, he came again, short. But in perfect time, as her sharp inhale met his gentle, tired sigh. She lifted her head from the table, wearily. He withdrew himself from her and grasped at her thigh.
“Welcome to eternal glory. The afterlife. But guaranteed.”
#there will be blood#eli sunday#eli sunday x reader#eli sunday fic#paul dano#i am so sorry#finnie writes#paul dano fic
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“Burgers and kisses”
Jay (from Okja) x trans male!reader
dedicated to @doctor-octiddius
Small cute fic
Notes; fluff, lime, bonding, terms of endearment, vegan couple
Summary: Jay wants to bring you to have some vegan burgers as a treat on his night off.
You were standing in line, and Jay was smiling shyly in your direction. You were excited to taste this new burger Jay had told you about.
"It has to be one of the best burgers around here, sweetheart <3. I'd love it if we went together-" He'd said.
You'd quickly left a peck on his lips and agreed to go that same night.
"Let's do it" you replied.
So now you were in line, when the man across the counter called you over.
"How can I help you?"
Jay grabbed you by the arm and pulled you gently. "Mm, yes! We'd like
two Plant-Based Spicy Mega Burgers? Extra sauce?"
He looked at you with a quietly content expression. He looked so proud of himself.
There was nothing he liked more than treating his boyfriend to a nice meal. Especially on a late night date. And you were not never opposed to his gentlemanly gestures.
"Well when you're not going out and fighting in the name of animal rights,
battling the injustices of animal products and their industries, you're quite
smitten by given me a nice meal, huh, Jay?"
Jay laughed at your cockiness. "Ahah, well, of course. Why wouldn't I treat the prettiest boy?". Jay reached over to you and hugged you quickly, holding one of your hips, as he allowed his lips to meet with yours. He'd caught you by surprise.
"There's nothing - mwah - I love more - mwah - than treating - mwah - [pause] you."
The last kiss lingered, and soon you were being called to pick up your tray.
You'd gotten distracted but finally shook yourself off Jay to go get your order,
"Ooo, it smells so good. God I'm so hungry now." You giggled.
Jay gave you a grin. You knew he always felt so endeared by your little giggles.
It certainly drove him crazy.
You were quick to find a table as Jay loosened his shirt and started to lick his lips.
"You're not going to regret this, (Y/N)." Jay said as he started to distribute the napkins. "It's really so delicious."
You could smell the sesame on the freshly baked buns, and fresh lettuce, which was dripping with what you supposed was the custom sauce made for the burger. You were fast to dig in, and the taste which you experienced was quick to send waves of endorphins to your brain.
The sauce started dripping down your hands and you looked at Jay, embarrassed, with your mouth full. He was eating too.
"God you look adorable when you're all messy. I guess I really don't come off as an Animal Liberation Front leader when I'm with you". Jay reached over to your face and placed his lips on yours.
"Mmmh, tastes even better on your lips..." He laughed. But you knew he was serious.
"I feel so lucky to have you, sweet pea" Jay looked at you with those stern yet adoring eyes he always stared at you with. You left another kiss on his lips.
There really would be nothing that you would trade for this moment right here with Jay, your passionate, handsome and ever-loving boyfriend.
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♡ | 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲
pairing: riddler x gn!reader
cw:death_murder_major character death
sypnosis: oneshot based on lover is a day, this will get a bit dark at the end, my hyperfixiation is dark endings yes, this is shitty, i'm sick and my mind is drowsy
author's note: ggaygaygayggaygygaygygygaygyagygygygygagygyaygaygagyagyagyayagyayagyaggaygaygyagyayagygyagygaygay=the person who reads this.
time changed, you're different than edward, if you knew what he did, would you love him the same? would you love his real self?
you're his lover, someone he can't forget. he admires you, he loves how you walk, how you talk, how you breathed, and how you think, but he can't stop thinking about what would you think if he told you about the plan he had; the murder of the mayor
slowly he started distancing from you, not physically, that would kill edward completely, making him go fully crazy. you completed him, you kept him from going crazy.
y/n was something he couldn't forget, a day, an instance, a moment, engraved into the stone of his life.
sadly his distancing wasn't ignored by you; you went straight ahead to ask him, edward tried to dismiss it, but you weren't budging. he wasn't going to pass this with a lie, he couldn't stay in the glory path school books say;
'be sincere'
he couldn't. edward nashton couldn't tell you anything, he rather perish in the most tortorous way than show you his real part, even though he's corrupted in the head, he is aware he might go insane and scare you away, or worst;
kill you.
it's funny how you know something is very, very wrong, but you will never see him in the ditch of his life. he just tells you his work is stressful and rubbish like that, you brought him comfort with just your presence. you spoke about it, and then hugged him, and he acted as if everything was back to normal.
his heart had never fluttered as it did when he met you, and it passed from simple fluttering to beating, it couldn't beat without you. he thought that love was what he read in books, he thought love was a daily life-risking adventure, but the love he felt for you was real;
he couldn't live without you, it was the same intense love, only that not a life risking adventure, just eye contact felt like home to him. love wasn't suppposed to be an odessey, it was supposed to be home.
you were his home
with you around, no darkness surrounded him, you were like the sun. but his mind continued to tell him that you were going to leave him. sometimes his mask would break, and he would cling to you while crying and screaming, your eyes would stay as kind as always, not minding him, at all.
when he would cry as a kid, the nuns would punish him, while calling him degenerate, or crazy, telling him he was insulting god for hating himself.
it felt like a harsh contrast, you would coddle him while reassuring him; 'you are not degenerate the first time it occurred it just made him cry even more. y/n changed his way of living, made his camera change from monochrome to a blast of color, he decided to tell you a day.
today was a day
edward was quiet when he stood by the door to your shared apartment, he was about to knock but he heard something, like a ruckus.
he quickly opened the door and you were in the couch with bags, your face looked like a deer in the headlights
'what's wrong, y/n?' he asked, you started trembling and mumbling things, he tried to get close, but you flinched and he stepped back. you started screaming, and it felt unnatural like it was a crime to listen to it.
it was a shame it had to go like this, all of the changes, you, his dear lover did end in an altercation. seems you were afraid of his real self, he wanted to open up and wait for your fear to disappear, but it didn't. and everything went like it wasn't supposed to go, love made him do this.
this was killing you.
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