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danowh0re · 3 months
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begging for calvin x bottom!cis!male reader
Maybe reader just teases him throughout the day, especially when he’s writing and Calvin has enough of it and bends him over ?? <33
It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it :)
Best way to come back into writing 🤭
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SMUT!!! MDNI!!!
Calvin X Bottom!Cis!Male!Reader
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(used y/n / he/him/they pronouns)
Little bit of anal?? | dirty talk/begging | yatta yatta yk the jist lmao and most of alll ENJOYYYYY
The look in Calvin’s face is like a dad watched his favourite football team play. So deeply tranced into the work that he is writing he can’t get out of it. What seems like seconds later when Calvin showed some liveliness and took a sip of the room temperature water that’s sitting at his side, y/n comes along. He sits right on the opposite side of the table corner where Calvin is; y/n slowly tapping his nail to the wooden desk. Making it clear he is bored out of his mind. The focused man that sits in front of him making him hard from how hardworking he is, knowing he can’t just help himself with the tent forming in his pants.
But his stubbornness pushes him back into finishing his book first before dealing with the beautiful boy in front of him. As he continued on finishing his story Calvin only half paid attention until the sight of y/n coming towards him is enough for him to close his eyes, a shutter in his breath beginning to form.
His body feeling cold suddenly after staring at the blank page for too long while he is able to see his partner's hands up from their laps clenching into fists as they sit on the other side of the table. He opened his eyes to stare at the long awaited boy in front of him. “Do you mind y/n? I have a due date for this and I can’t fuck it up.” Calvin’s voice grows louder, pausing suddenly as an idea comes to mind, but acting like y/n only wants it. “..or do you want to be fucked? Hm? Little bunny can’t even wait an hour?”
Calvin sits up from his chair, grabbing him off of the table and coming up from behind y/n and dropping their pants swiftly. Marking their territory by bending their back over the table in front of them. Y/n‘s pulsating Cock grinding against it.
A finger gliding down to their entrance as he moans softly. Pushing two fingers inside y/n, moving both fingers around making sure he can take all of him in. Y/n feeling as though his dick will explode soon if he continues to be worked so good, but being brought back to reality by the hand placed on his shoulder. “Say please.”
Marking their territory once again.
Y/n choosing to be bratty, he responds with a whiney voice, “please.. but please do tell me-“ he looks behind to look at Calvin, “w-whats taking so long..~” A smirk lays on y/n’s face as Calvin doesn’t take that comment. Releasing his fingers out of him, instantly taking off his belt and everything else after it. He jerks himself quickly to let his pre-cum coat his tip. Afterwards quickly pushing himself fully in y/n’s now loose hole.
Making a low moan which causes y/n to flinch away from him. Quickly thrusting forward, Y/n cries out his name not expecting it to hurt so much. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Calvin holds onto y/n’s shoulders firmly. Holding his head still. Not letting him move, y/n gripping the edges of the table from pure desperation to move but unable to since he was already in such a deep penetration. “Now.. Where were we? Oh yes, please continue to be such a naughty boy~" He makes y/n beg for his cock in a sweet way as he moans his name as well. "Please.. don’t stop! Please.. fill me up!!”
He gives him exactly what he wants. Slowly pumping his thick member in and out. Every inch pounding in y/n deeper than ever. Making him unable to stop his hips from rolling his waist to meet Calvin’s. His cock feels heavy yet sensitive inside him. If only it wasn’t on such a limited time slot he would go slower but.. He isn’t one to deny anyone what they want.
Just making y/n bounce more, y/n falls on his elbows making it easier for Calvin to work him in a little better. Fingers circling around his balls and the area around his base. Bringing him closer and closer to climax. While y/n calls out for Calvin more, begging him to fill him up like never before.
Calvin soon grabs onto y/n’s red-shoulders, spilling out deep into his hole, making sure to not leave anything out. Calvin’s shutters at the feeling, y/n’s reaction just begging for all of it again and again.
Calvin slips out of y/n. Quickly fixing himself up and leaving y/n barely naked. Sitting back into his chair and staring into the blank page once again.
Leaving y/n panting by himself, Calvin looks up at him for a moment, “you can leave now.” He watches him walk away slowly before looking back down to his paper, pretending to be working again. Just as he did when he was still on top of y/n.
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imagine--if · 1 year
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Still finishing up a long Eddie imagine, buuutt-
The Riddler with a s/o who’s always sleepy? I don’t know, just a random idea I had, but I feel like Edward would be more and more wanting to stay at home and cuddle in bed then return to the cold envirnoment of his workplace out in Gotham 🥰
He reveals in the comic that he only really naps during the night, but with you there to drag him to bed properly instead of dozing off in his chair, all the warmth and closeness and love makes him so excited it wears Ed out 😂
I can just see him staring with heart eyes at you for a solid half hour before he gets so overwhelmed with obsessive, adoring thoughts that face in his head, that Edward has to eventually make himself relax in your arms and bury his face into your hair. It’s the best sleep he’s gotten in years, maybe all his life 💚
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@riddlersbimbo I LOVE THIS GIF ASKGSFHSL-
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keylaunder · 2 years
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quick lil post, send in requests for anything im kinda stumped rn lol <3
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- likes to listen to you read to him, idly playing with your hair or you’re playing with his
- Smells like ocean body mist and clean linen
- Bakes with Olive
- Hides his face in his hands when he’s embarrassed
- Falls asleep very quickly
- Favorite ice cream flavors are coffee and sorbet
- Can draw really well, sketches pictures on his assignments
- Adding onto that, while he was under the oath of silence he would express himself through drawing or painting but only with black,whites and grays
- Collects old marvel comic books from the 60s
- Touchstarved
- Has coco butter scented conditioner
- Has boxer and socks with jets on them (gifts from his mom)
- Plays the guitar
- Favorite subject is history
- Can’t use chopsticks
- doesn’t like overhead lighting, prefers lamps or natural light
- Favorite time of day is the early morning (4-9 am)
- An early riser
- Because of wanting control over his diet to aid in working out he started cooking his own meals and got pretty good at it
- Favorite Snapple flavor is lemon tea
- Likes giving and receiving hugs from behind
- Lays his head on you when he’s tired
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lokis-army-77 · 2 years
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what would i do without you was so good 😩😩😩 had me screaming without the s fr fr
got me thinking though what do you think jealous eli would be like? like his wife was talking to daniel a lil too long 👀
Jealous
Eli Sunday x female reader
Word Count: 2867
Eli sees his wife talking to the man he does not like, Daniel Plainview. Eli decides to punish his wife for doing so.
Warning: Angst maybe, Smut: spanking, squirting, roughish, we are having sex in church people.
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A/N: Ask and you shall receve.
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It was hot in the church, it was even hotter down the hill on the oil rig. A few ladies and I were gathered, like we always were on Wednesdays, to prepare lunch for the men who were working tirelessly to pump all the oil from the ground. 
Eli, our preacher and my lovely husband, was sitting at his desk in the small offshoot of the church, working on this coming Sunday’s message. I walked toward him, the heels of my boots tapping loudly on the wooden floor. I sat a glass of lemonade next to his right hand and leaned down to kiss his cheek. He turned and smiled, giving me a short peck on my lips. 
“Thank you, dear.” He said softly.
“You’re welcome. If you need me, I’ll be taking the basket down to the mess hall for the men.” I grasped his shoulders and gave them a soothing rub before turning on my heel and heading back towards the table we had set up for the food and drinks. 
There was a large basket sitting on the corner of the table, filled to the brim with sandwiches. I took hold of the handles and hoisted it up, resting it on my hip. Two other ladies followed me out of the church and down the hill with a pitcher of water and lemonade. 
The mess hall was busy, most of the men were lounging around, trying to stay cool in the ferocious heat of the midday California sun. When we entered the hall, the men quieted down, but once they saw we had food like we always did, they became rowdy again. I just laughed as I went around handing out the food. 
I was met with a chorus of “Thank you’s,” and “You’re an angel Mrs. Sunday,” all to which I just modestly said, “You’re welcome,” and “Oh, you don’t mean that.” 
When everyone had been served, I realized that the men in the office building hadn’t received anything, so I grabbed the last two remaining sandwiches and headed across the dirt yard. The stairs creaked as I climbed up them. Hesitantly I knocked on the screen door before pulling it open.
“Ah, Mrs. Sunday, what can I do for you?” came the voice of Mr. Plainview, the owner of the Oil drill and of the land we lived on.
“Hello Mr. Plainview, I just came to bring you lunch. It’s Wednesday, remember, the day the Church provides food for your men?” I replied, walking further into the building. 
“Oh yes, I remember. Thank you for providing for me and my men.” He stood from his chair and rounded his desk, reaching his hand out to me. I gently placed the sandwiches into his waiting hand. 
“Well, I’ll just be on my way Mr. Plainview,” I have him a short wave and a smile before reaching out for the door handle. 
“Actually, Mrs. Sunday, you may call me Daniel if you like.” He took a step forward.
“Thank you, sir, but I will stick with the proper usage of your surname.” I opened the screen door slowly and the springs made a loud metal stretching noise.
“Very well then. Before you go, please, tell me how you like the oil rig being here? Your husband doesn't seem very enthusiastic about it.” 
“I think it has brought some very nice opportunities to Little Boston that we never would have imagined. As for Eli, well, he will become accustomed to it. I think he is just upset that you did not let him bless the well as he had asked.” I explained, knowing all too well the struggle Eli was having with the man standing in front of me. 
“I am sorry about that, I just thought it more appropriate at the time to have Mary up there since the well was being named after her. I should have told Eli, it was wrong of me.” He apologized. 
“I will be sure to pass your apology on to him. Now, I really should be going.” I took a step back out into the sun. Mr. Plainview followed. We were now standing outside of the office on the landing of the stairs. 
“There is one other thing I would like to ask you.” He caught my arm before I could wisp away down the stairs. “H.W. is in need of a few extra reading lessons, I was told you were the one to ask about that.” 
“Yes, I am the one to ask about that. Did you have any specific day in mind?” 
“I was thinking Tuesdays, an hour after the schoolhouse lets out.” 
“That sounds great, send him up to the church on those days and I will help him.” I placed my hand on top of the one he was holding me with and gently pried his fingers off of me. “Now, Mr. Plainview, I really need to go.” 
Before I could turn to walk down the stairs, loud footsteps came bounding up to us. My head swiveled to look over and there was Eli with a furious look on his face. He took my hand in his and put himself between Mr. Plainview and myself. 
“Eli, how good to see you.” Mr. Plainview greeted. 
“Don’t talk to my wife. Especially by yourself.” He seethed out. Eli turned quickly and ushered me down the stairs. 
As we walked hurriedly across the dusty land back to the church, I heard Mr. Plainview call out, “Have a good day Eli, Mrs. Sunday.” 
Eli only scoffed and kept walking, gently pushing me up the hill faster. I kept quiet as we walked, not really having anything to say.
When we made it to the church Eli barged through the doors and looked around.
“Everyone out. Now!” He yelled out and the few people that were inside rushed out the door. Eli followed them, closing the door behind them and locking it. He turned around to me, there was a look in his eye I had never seen before. He stood tall, back straight, making his six-foot-tall stature seemingly tower over me. I had never been afraid of him or the tantrums he would sometimes have, but this time, although not scared, I was uncomfortable with the look fixed on his face.
“Eli, sweetheart, are you okay?” I asked, hoping he would tell me.
“What were you doing talking to him?” He completely ignored my question.
“Nothing, I just went to drop off his lunch, I didn’t know he was alone,” I explained.
“Then why didn’t you drop the food off and leave? Why were you talking to him?” His voice rose, he wasn't yelling, yet.
“He asked me what I thought of the drill and asked if I would tutor H.W. in reading. That’s all. I was trying to leave.” 
“I don’t want you talking to him. I thought I made that very clear the other week. You aren’t supposed to be talking to unmarried men by yourself anyway.” 
“You did, Eli. You did. I’m sorry, I should have had one of the others take the sandwiches up to the office.” I held my hands up in defense. 
“Good, next time, make sure you’re with someone else. There are too many men down there for you to be talking to them all.” He grumbled walking away from the locked doors and setting down in one of the last pews. I stood and watched him. 
“Come here.” He motioned me over before holding out his hand for me to take. When I had stepped close enough I placed my hand in his. He grasped onto my hand and mulled me roughly over his lap.  
“Eli what are you-”
“As your husband, I have to give you some sort of punishment for disobeying me, it is what God commands.” He cut me off. I gasped as he roughly pulled the skirts of my dress up my legs and placed the heap of fabric on my back. 
I tried to reach my hands back to stop him but he just pushed them away. A deep blush was creeping up from my neck and onto my face as he placed a hand on my clothed bottom. He had never done this before, granted, I had never once disobeyed what he had asked of me. 
“Now, I want you to link about what you did and why exactly I am punishing you.” He said, I nodded, not knowing if I would be able to speak with how embarrassed I was laying over his lap, undergarments exposed in the middle of the church house. 
He rubbed my thighs and bottom a bit before lifting his hand and coming down harshly onto one cheek, then he lifted his hand again and hit the other one. A whimper left me as the pain slowly turned into a weird pleasure, he kept going until I felt I was going to scream. 
I had been whooped in my youth by my father, but this time with Eli it had been different. It was pleasurable, I enjoyed it. When Eli was done, I pushed myself off of his legs and onto my knees beside the pew he was sitting on. I placed my hands face down in my lap and stared at them. A familiar wetness was forming between my thighs. 
Eli’s hand grasped at my chin, pulling my face up to look at him. “Did you learn your lesson darling?” I looked at him for a second, unblinking, wondering what he would do if I told him no. Hopefully, he would take me, here and now, relieve me of the pressure building in my stomach. Mentally, I sighed, there was only one way to find out.
“No.” The one simple word slipped past my lips and Eli’s face changed from content to ridgid.
“What?” He asked, his voice low.
“I said no,” I repeated. I swear, if it were possible, Eli’s eyes would have popped out of his head at my words.
“No, huh? I guess we'll just have to correct that.” He stood up and walked to the other end of the pew. “Well come on.” He beckoned me to follow him. I stood on shaky legs and headed in the direction of his desk, where he was now standing. 
I stopped only about a foot in front of him then he turned me around and started to unbutton my dress. 
“Eli, I don’t think we should be doing this in the church.” My voice wavers and my dress fell from my body, leaving me in just my bloomers and shoes. My hands reach up to cup my breasts, unsure if I should have them exposed in such a place. 
“God does not look down on righteous punishment in his house. Now turn back around.” 
I turned at his request and watched as his tongue left his mouth to sweep over his dry lips. He eyes the tie of my undergarment and I immediately understood what he wanted. My hands hesitantly left my breasts and went to untie the white cloth belt from my waist. The cotton undergarment fell silently to the floor and I stepped out of them, bare all except my shoes and stockings.
“That’s a good girl, now, I want you to lean over the desk. Keep your legs spread.” He commanded. I went to move but not before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m only doing this because you disobeyed me,” He whispered. 
There was something about being naked in a church that felt so wrong but it almost didn’t matter because all I wanted now was to have Eli inside of me, no matter where we were. Hell, let the congregation in, as long as he eased the pressure and heat building up within me.
I slowly leaned down and placed my chest onto the cool, smooth, polished surface of Eli’s desk. My breathing hitched as I heard Eli fiddle with the buckle of his belt. Gulping, I hoped he wouldn’t spank me with it and this all be over. 
A low, needy moan escaped me as Eli dragged the leather from my bottom to between my thighs. I knew he could tell how aroused I was by the simple hum he let out as he pulled the belt away from me, it was glistening with my juices. 
“Oh you naughty little girl,” he gasped out. “You really do need to be taught a lesson, being aroused in a place of worship.” 
A loud yelp sounded from my lips, Eli had given me a harsh slap against my rear cheeks with the belt. 
“Please Eli,” I almost cried. “Please, I’ll be good from here on out, I just need you. I need to feel you, please.” My hands gripped the edge of the desk, hoping that would help relieve some kind of pressure. 
“Oh my, you really are a whore aren't you. Wanting me to fuck you here in the presence of God.”
“Yes, yes I am.” I mewled out, hips bucking forward. I let out a loud cry when he hit me two more times with the belt. 
I heard his zipper being pulled down before he touched my bare hips with his hands. I took a deep breath, knowing what was about to happen. Eli didn’t say a word as he pushed himself into my dripping wet entrance. 
“Yes, Eli, yes.” I heaved, laying my head on the desk. He was long, not too thick, but the stretch still stung even with how aroused I was. 
When he was fully sheathed inside me, his hand came up to pull on the back of my hair, unraveling it from its now messy updo. 
“Hopefully this will teach you not to talk to men I tell you not to.” He pulled my head back roughly as he snapped his hips into mine, causing a loud, guttural moan to erupt from my throat. 
From that first thrust on he never slowed. He showed me no mercy as he continuously pounded into me from behind. Occasionally he would spank my bottom or my thighs and give a sharp tug on my hair, making me gasp out his name. I was in absolute heaven with him buried in me, going harder than he ever had in the bedroom at home. 
“Harder, please,” I begged him with tears now streaming down my face. I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer, but I just needed to be pushed over the edge and Eli wasn’t doing anything to help. 
“No, I go however hard or fast I want to.” he quipped at me, giving me another slap. I wasn't crying from pleasure anymore but from frustration at having my orgasm be at the threshold but not quite within my reach. 
“I’ve learned my lesson, please. I have Eli, I’ve learned my lesson.” I sobbed as my nails scraped the underside of the desk from holding on so tight. 
“Alright,” He grunted, pulling my body flush with his. My sweaty back made contact with his buttoned shirt and a lewd moan broke free from me as he slapped my right breast before trailing his hand down between my thighs to play with my clit. 
He kept thrusting up into me as his left arm held me up straight and his right hand played between my legs. It only took a few more seconds before I was coming apart around him, howling like a bitch in heat. These were the most wonton sounds I had ever made and the sound of them only aroused me more. 
My legs buckled and tried to close around Eli’s hand, but he held me up and kept his ministrations going. I couldn’t stop the flood of wetness that seemingly spewed out from between my thighs, but Eli, by the sound of his soft moans in my ear, couldn’t get enough of it as he watched whatever it was wet the desk and part of the wall in front of us. 
He came in me with a groan and waited a second before pulling out. I shuddered when he did and almost collapsed to the floor. He caught me thankfully and brought me over to the nearest pew. 
I laid there on the hard bench, shivering from exhaustion, while Eli gathered my clothing from the floor. 
“I love you, you know that right?” he asked as he gently started to help me dress. 
“Yes,” I replied tiredly after he had buttoned my dress back up. 
“Did I hurt you too badly?” His voice was concerned.
“Not at all. I quite enjoyed that. If I knew you being jealous would bring whatever that was out, I would have tried talking to Mr. Plainview earlier.” I giggled. 
“I was not jealous, that was a punishment for disobeying me.” He grumped.
I just nodded, not having the strength to argue with him. 
“I love you too though,” I said and I pulled him into a lazy kiss. “I am sorry I didn’t do as you asked.” 
“That’s okay,” He kissed me back. “Just don’t do it again.”
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porcelainicons · 2 years
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fruitvampart · 2 years
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Klitz doodle
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burgerlabs · 2 years
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BTW I MADE THIS EDIT AND IT FOT LIKE 200 LIKES ON INSTAGRAM (@ conkacola) SO IT BETTER DO GOOD HERE
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headfirst4halozz · 2 years
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i just watched little miss sunshine, the girl next door, and the extra man. i love paul dano so much hes all i can think about besides the band ghost!!!
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benedictscouch · 1 year
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He's literally me (real)
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Heyyy! So I’m wondering if I could request visiting riddler in Arkham hospital/jail maybe a little nsft ( totally up to you, only if your comfortable) anyway love your work and hope you are well x
a/n: aaa- I'm glad you love my work :D!
Visiting The Riddler..
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warnings: very angst, mentions of ‘killing’, arguing, swearing, yelling, and no comfort at the end :(
You were on your way to visit one of the oh so criminals known as "The Riddler" but he refers to be called Edward, you were on your way down to the jail to where he was staying for probably years or so.
You then entered the prison where he was, and you walked to his cell putting your hands on the glass.
"You must be The Riddler, right?" you asked, and he nodded a yes for an answer. "Well.. Eddie, why do you even terrorize the city to begin with, huh? psychopath.." you said glaring at him taking your hands off the glass and folding your arms.
"..." He stayed silent, " Answer me." you said a bit sternly, he shook his head no. You started banging on the glass hard which made him smile a bit, but you then got tired and stopped but you saw him get closer to the glass and slammed his hand on it to scare you and it did. “Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?.” You yelled slightly in fear, “scaring you.. and if you say I’m a psychopath one more time..I will kill you..” Riddler said in a very deep and scary voice.
You backed away from his cell and you backed away too far n’ you fell hard onto the floor which made riddler laugh out loud in his cell, “Fuck you, Eddie.. I’m getting out of here so I don’t have to face you again..” you yelled while getting up and walking towards the exit, “You aren’t gonna escape that easily..” Eddie said. You laughed, “what are you gonna do? You’re in a FUCKING CELL!” you yelled again.
“You know what, y/n? I hate you. Get the fuck out of here.” He said with a tone of rage in his voice, you looked at him in fear and you ran out of the jail sobbing. Sitting on a street corner bawling your eyes out, why would Eddie say such a thing?
You were just sitting there waiting for someone to come and comfort you but nobody did, so you just sat there the whole night sobbing…
a/n: sorry the ending was sad but I hope you like this <3, tell me your thoughts!
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writing-fanics · 2 years
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I’ve closed request for the time being to work on requests and other things.
I’m gonna probs wrote Paul Dano x reader fics here the reader works with him in movies
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danowh0re · 2 years
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rank dano movies?? idk which to watch
Don't judge me lmao— but these are all of his movies/shows he's been in / the ones I've watched
Love & Mercy (BEST. 11/10. BEST FILM OUT THERE)
Prisoners (amazing film in general—)
Cowboys and aliens (percy!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh,,, he's my husband irl frfr)
There will be blood (eli, he's so pretty, homo)
Being Flynn (nick my beloved)
War & Peace (tv show) (peirre<3333)
For Ellen (it's a recreation of my childhood, literally 💀💀💀. Dano is so fuckin hot in it, beware)
Fast Food Nation (brian is the loml)
Swiss Army Man (the soundtrack is beautiful)
The Girl Next Door (klitzy<3333)
Little Miss Sunshine (started my dano obsession in 2007 lmfao, I was seven—)
The Batman (eh)
Youth (I am in love with his character, he gives me uncle vibes)
Okja
The Ballad Of Jack And Rose
12 Year Slave
Escape At Dannemora (you see his ass in it and he has a mommy kink and yells mommy into someone's tit)
Ruby Sparks
Weapons
Taking Lives
Explicit ills (super hot)
Wildlife (he directed it! But it's really really good!!!)
Knight and day
L.I.E
Looper
Too Young To Be A Dad
Gigantic (cute, he's a lil pussy)
The guilty (wasn't even in it- just his voice was-)
The Extra Man (just sucked lmao)
The Good Heart (quack quack)
Taking Woodstock (homosexual)
Where The Wild Things Are (I have ptsd from his character)
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imagine--if · 1 year
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Random thought/drabble: I see Eddie’s love waking up to Edward lying on top them like dead weight, while he’s not-so-secretly absorbing the warmth and watching you intensely just to see you wake up 😵‍💫
He’s so excited and it’s so sweet, because all you have to do is blink awake a couple times and suddenly you’ve got Ed squealing like a fangirl and obsessing over the fact that you’re each other’s for another whole day 😍
“Hi angel! Did you sleep well? You looked like you slept well! What do you want to do today? Shall we keep going with the puzzles we were making? You’re so good at them, lovely! And you look so pretty… do you remember when we first met? You looked at me just as you’re looking at me now 🥰”
Meanwhile you’re literally half asleep like “😟🙂”
And Edward equals 🥹😍😵‍💫
This was fun to write lol
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keylaunder · 2 years
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Coffee Freezer // Brian x Reader
(This isn’t proof-read so please bear with me I’m heavily sleep deprived)
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Notes: Female reader, slightly ooc (maybe? I don’t really know)
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“Jesus,” you sighed running your hand through your hair walking into the harsh lighting of Mickey’s. It was 9 pm and you found yourself wandering down sidewalk after sidewalk until you ended up here, an empty Mickey’s save for the employees and an old man sitting in the corner picking at his leftover fries.
Your shoes made clicking sounds against the floor as you walked up to the register to be met with an empty counter except for two guys behind the window. You glanced up at the menu before just settling on a coffee freezer, deciding that you should just get a small treat since you couldn’t stomach a whole meal. Still staring at the menu you hear whispers start from behind the till.
“Holy shit dude look”
“What”
“Hottie 5 ‘o clock at the register”
“Shit where’s Amber?”
“On ‘er break, go take her order man”
“Why me?”
“‘Cause I said so, now go”
Chucking to yourself you hear shifting from the window and a tall angsty looking teen shuffles to the front, obviously annoyed and tired. You couldn’t blame him, customer service jobs sucked.
Brian had seen you before around school even though you had just transferred. You were new, a fresh face wasn’t something seen around often so you stood out to him,and others, more than usual.
He had thought you were insanely hot ever since you waked past him during the break between first and second period. During that next history class you had introduced yourself at the front of the room stating that your family had just moved to the area and something else he didn’t catch. He was busy observing how your jeans hugged your hips and how your shirt was tight around your chest. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t practically drooling onto is desk.
And now here you were, standing right in front of him in a tight low cut long sleeve that definitely complimented your figure.
“Hey your in Mr Bruce’s history class right,” your voice got his attention, you met his gaze with a warm smile.
“Yeah, uh Y/n right?” He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Yeah I’m surprised you remembered,” you laughed “Could I just get a Coffee Freezer?”
“sure…” He trailed, typing your order into the computer “that’ll be a dollar”
You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a semi crinkled bill, handing it to the boy in front of you. “Thanks…” taking a moment to glance at his name tag just realizing you ever formerly introduced yourself to him directly. “Brian”
“Yeah don’t mention it” He said and walked back to behind the window feeling like his chest was going to explode.
“Holy shit dude you know her?!” Said Andrew after watching the whole ordeal from behind the order windo
“Not like personally” Brian mumbled, going to start on your coffee freezer
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Amber came back to the register to see you sitting at the bar the had right across from it staring at the window.
“Y/n?” She said trying to get your attention “What are you doing here so late?”
Snapping you out of your thoughts you got up and made your way back to the counter. “Oh shit, hey Amber” you smiled, Amber showed you around the school on your first day. You guys exchanged numbers and have been texting on and off over the week.
“I went on a walk and wound up here and ordered a coffee freezer”
“Cool” she smiled, clearly tired and ready to go home. It being 9:35 meant that her and Andrew’s shift ended in a little under 30 minutes meaning that Brian would be left to lock up.
“Hey I’m gonna head to the back to grab my stuff, stay here” She said and quickly shuffled to the back.
In perfect timing Brian came out with your drink, “One Freezer”
He said placing it on the counter about to walk away when your topped him. “Hey, when does this place close?”
“10 but since no one’s in here except you I might close up early”
Brian answered, slightly confused at your question. Just then Andrew and Amber came out holding their things.
“We’re gonna head out Bri, make me proud okay” Andrew said smirking while heading for the door.
“Yeah Yeah, shut the fuck up man” Brian retorted
“Okay Brian I’m out, Bye Y/n,” Said Amber following Andrew stopping in the doorway of the restaurant before leaving turning to you, “Oh Y/n if you need help with the English homework just shoot me a text okay?”
“Alright!” You called out as she left before picking up your freezer and taking a sip. Brian watched as you did, your moisturized lips wrapping around the straw while your hand waved goodbye.
Suddenly he felt hot, his hands feeling clammy. He swallowed in an effort to calm himself down before he made himself look like a dumbass in front a hot girl. Suddenly, you turned towards him catching him staring making you smile when he looked away.
Clearing his throat to brake the silence Brian quickly spoke up, “I’m uh gonna close up now, you don’t have to leave until I’m done”
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A text from your mom made your phone buzz in your pocket, ‘You alright?’
‘I’m okay’
‘On my way home now’
You quickly shot back, you had forgotten how late it was, surprisingly enjoying the ambience of the empty Mickey’s. The sound of boots and the odd jangle of a chain making you look up from your phone. Brian had taken his uniform off and was now clad in a black sweat shirt and his usual black jeans and combat boots, silver chain hanging from his belt loop.
“You ready?” You piped from your seat, standing up and shoving your phone into your back pocket.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Brian said walking towards the door with you close behind, “Thanks for uh, staying with me by the way”
“Of course,” you said smiling up at him as you two walked out onto the sidewalk, “Are you driving or walking home?”
“My car’s in the shop right now ‘cause of some stupid shit with my engine so I’m walking. How ‘bout you?” He asked running his hand through his hair, hoping it was just the cold air making his cheeks flush.
“I’m walking too, which way are you going?”
“Jaker Avenue”
“Oh sweet, I’m heading the same way”
You two walked in silence until you saw a flyer for an underground band that was going to play at a local venue on Friday , “Oh shit I didn’t know they were from here” You exclaimed taking the flyer down from the telephone pole it was taped to.
“You listen to them?” Brian questioned
“Hell yeah I do, I pirate their shit off the internet all the time” you laughed, your joke finally tearing away the tension and causing Brian to laugh with you.
That flyer caused the walk to let you guys take time to know each other, talking about music, video games, work drama and whatever came to mind.
“I’m telling you, my manager probably keeps 4-5 grand in that safe man” Brian exclaimed as you guys neared your house,
“Well if you ever need a getaway driver let me know” You joked, the two of you stopping at the front of your house
“This your stop?” He voiced, gesturing at your house
“Yeah this is me, thanks for walking me home” You smiled, turning around to head in before he stopped you, grabbing you arm. You turned around surprised at the sudden contact.
Brian instantly let go, his ears starting to burn. Why did he grab you.
“Hey you know the show on Friday,” you nodded, “would you wanna go with me?” He asked, avoiding your gaze as he waited for your response.
“Yeah of course!” You grinned, elated. “Here take my number, so we can talk about it later” You out stretched your hand for Brian to give you his phone so you could tap your number in.
“Yeah, right sure” He said handing his phone to you, his sweaty hands almost making him drop it.
You opened it to see a text from someone named Andrew
‘U BANG HER YET?’
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lokis-army-77 · 2 years
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my new toxic trait is thinking that there will be new Paul Dano fics up every second of the day.
seriously tho, I have read through all of them.
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sweetums0kitty · 9 months
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Dear Universal Studios, please replace Harry Potter world with Barbieland. Please and thank you!
Or like I wish there was a cool big budget Gotham world.
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