#pronouns for Lady Gotham
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The Daycare
Danny moves to Gotham after Lady Gotham themselves asks for his help.
Gotham's natural ecto has been deteriorating, and considering ecto was what held everything in existence together safely this was a major problem for Lady Gotham.
If Gotham got too bad it would spread to the rest of the world, and could cause it to cease to exist entirely.
So Danny came, as the Ghost King he had the power to filter in great amounts of the corrupt ecto just by being in the city.
But part of his obsession was protection & helping, Gotham already had a lot of help (Batfam). So he decided to focus on helping not with the problem at the top (villains), but with the problems at the bottom.
The problems at the bottom that would be the root cause in breeding more problems.
After all, many didn't start evil, but need and desperation pushed them towards that path.
So Danny moved to the worst part of Gotham, The Bowery.
What did he do there?
Why open a Daycare of course!
Many parents could not get a good or stable job simply because they needed to look after their kids and could not afford to pay the daycare fee.
Danny wasn't worried about money after all the coffers that he inherited as king would take forever to even make a dent in it, and that's only if he was living a very lavish lifestyle everyday for several human generations.
With this in mind his Daycare fee was pretty much nothing.
He would take care of the children of a very wide age group, while the adults could focus on getting a decent job or even returning to school for a higher education for better opportunities.
How does he care for so many children?
He duplicates himself of course!
At least in the very beginning, after a while he begins expanding his Daycare offering classes and tutoring to the children as well as free food at all times.
Who's helping him ?
His ex-rouges and other ghosts who volunteered.
Lunch Lady absolutely adores having so many people and kids to make food for, and Box Lunch can socialize and play with the other kids while she works.
Ember even volunteers to be the music teacher!
Danny has the help of many ghosts who once they heard his plans were very excited to help, many having the obsession with teaching children or in general. Other ghosts helped with building, expanding, and just generally helping maintain the building in great shape. Even building a very diverse and fun playground.
Of course all this catches the attention of Red Hood. Danny just appears one day on his territory with many others and practically having a building appear out of nowhere with how fast it was built, asking literal pennies to take care of the children, and free food for anyone who asks.
All that gains a lot of attention and is rather suspicious.
But the crime rate has been going down since he opened, which is a good thing.
But many people don't want good things and decide messing with Danny and his Daycare.
Unfortunately for them cuz Danny is absolutely down for violence if he's protecting what's his.
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Villain: "What a lovely place you have here would be a shame if something were to happen"
Danny who has the audacity to fight Gods and win: "Someone call an ambulance! But not for me!
Also Danny: "These hands are rated E for everyone"
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Other people:"Should we call someone for help?"
The ghosts:" Nah, let him have his fun he needs his enrichment"
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Red Hood: "He's very suspicious"
Danny is absolutely covered in paint and singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with the young kids: "Ah yes I'm totally doing normal Gothamite behavior"
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Lady Gotham is having some self care spa time she's having a grand time: "Should I warn the young king of the other halfa (Jason)? Hmm best not, it'll be more entertaining if it happens naturally"
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Training - E.N
Tags: @krennicss @peachfuzznygma @peanut-40oz @danosrosegarden @unimooshi <3 you guys seemed the most interested/gave me the most support for this, so I wanted to tag you!
Summary: Edward Nashton, y/n's loving boyfriend, is the sweetest partner that anyone could ever have. He is always spoiling them and treating them like royalty. Y/n looks up to Edward so much, always wanting to be around him, following him everywhere. It's obvious that Edward loves how dependent they are of him. Growing up, Edward wasn't able to be happy and loved, so he loves that he can make y/n feel happy and loved. And, being depended on, well it made him feel loved and wanted.
Content warning: Slight argument in the beginning of fanfic, AFAB!Reader, they/them pronouns, sub!reader, sensitive!reader, VERY spoiled!reader, EXTREMELY clingy!reader, dom!edward, mean!Edward (briefly), sugar daddy!Edward (i think?), explicit language, Edward making y/n do tricks as humiliation, angst, spitting, choking, yelling, punishments/rewards, daddy kink/sir kink, brief smut, penetration, humiliation (to both of them), edward calling y/n puppy and pet, sexual themes, suggestive dialogue, fluff, steamy fluff border-lining lemon, choker serving as a collar, mocking, teasing, biting, and begging. (please let me know if I missed any other warnings <3)
Word count: 15,415 (and this is only part 1...)
(A/N: This is my first time writing something EXTREMELY kinky. Like, I've written plenty of kinky shit, but I always make it a little tame because I'm worried about how people will receive it. So, this is an experiment with my writing, I want to see how you guys like this. If you like it, let me know. If you don't, then I won't write like this again cuz I don't want to make my audience uncomfortable! This was way longer than I intended, so I think I will make it into 2 parts. It depends on how well it's received.)
Songs For Inspo:
Puppy Pound - Jazmin Bean (i think this song is about an abusive relationship but let's just ignore that cuz this song bops and ITS DIFFICULT FINDING SONGS THAT REVOLVE AROUND THE TOPIC OF THIS FANFIC OK?! <3 love u guys teehee also I love u Jazmin ur new songs r beautiful and I cried to them ;-;)
Daddy - Die Antwoord (ya'll ever find a song that's weird asf but is also a bop? yeah...anyways this just made me think about how Edward would be a sugar daddy so yeah.)
LoveGame - Lady Gaga (I love Lady Gaga so much, I wish gay people were real!!! :3 )
Puppy Love - Lana Del Rey unreleased (you can find the song on youtube <3)
MONTAGEM - PR FUNK - S3BZS
MOVE YO BODY (sped up) - Bryansanon
(I wanna dropkick him across a football field that goes straight into the ocean with weights chained to his feet. Guys, I think I made Edward too yummy in this fanfic, I think I became more obsessed with him/Paul Dano as I wrote this omg it was SO MUCH FUN! I hope you love it! This has not been revised btw, so there is most likely spelling errors/typos but WHATEVER <3)
~Read Below Cut~
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Edward and y/n were like that one couple you see at the fair. Holding hands constantly, feeding each other cotton candy, and winning each other prizes at the games. They were your typical couple. Well, at least that's what they looked like. Actually, correction, that's what Edward looked like. Everyone who knew Edward, even if they weren't friends with him, knew that he was one of the nerdiest, dorkiest, and strangest people in Gotham. His fascination with riddles, puzzles, and games ostracized him from everyone he met. Sure, he had a FEW friends, but he hadn't talked to them since he left the orphanage. He was your stereotypical nerd that one would see in a Disney Channel movie. Meanwhile, his partner of almost 2 years, y/n, was the complete opposite of him. Again, it was like something you would see in a movie. Two people who are complete opposites turn into star-crossed lovers, destined to be together. And that's exactly what they were. Y/n was a bright and bubbly person. They were extremely friendly, outgoing, absolutely breathtaking, and yet they were in love with Edward. It was quite romantic, actually. The two of them met at a library when they ran into each other. Edward had a book about forensics and y/n had a book about poetry. Things picked up from there and all of a sudden they had been dating for 2 years. Not only was Edward Nashton a thoughtful, loving, and loyal partner...he also made things very interesting in their relationship. It caught y/n off guard at first, but it didn't take them long to find it absolutely hot and fun. They would be lying if they said they didn't love it.
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Edward sat at the desk in the bedroom he shared with his partner. His hair was messy and still partially damp from the shower he had taken not long ago. His white t-shirt was stained with drops of water, making small parts of his clothing slightly see-through. He had a pair of black sweats on, three green question marks sewed onto one of the pockets, a customization he did himself. Rain trickled down the window of the bedroom, the sound becoming a soothing pattern to the lanky man. It was around 8 o'clock at night, the sun had already set and the stars were scattering throughout the sky. Groaning, Edward stretched his arms out, being careful not to bump the empty plate that once had his dinner on it off of the desk. Deciding he needed a break from his work, he got up and grabbed the plate. The sound of the bedroom door opening made y/n's head turn away from the T.V in the living room and focused instead on their boyfriend closing the door behind him. Y/n squealed, getting on their knees on the couch, hands on the back of it as they watched him walk.
"Are you done?!" They asked excitedly.
Edward smiled slightly as he walked by the couch, shaking his head. Y/n groaned and slumped back down, melting into the cushions. The colors of the T.V flashed across their face as they pulled a blanket over themself. Their boyfriend rinsed his plate, cleaned it, dried it, and then put it back in the cabinet it belonged in. Mumbling to himself, he walked out of the kitchen, about to pass the couch. Y/n looked over their shoulder, seeing that his pants were sagging slightly. They chuckled lightly, causing him to slow down walking.
"Your pants are falling down you heathen." They commented.
Edward looked down, seeing that they were right. He chuckled as well, pulling them up and tying the drawstring in a bow. Reaching over, he ruffled y/n's hair, causing them to huff.
"Thanks, now stop looking at my ass. I need to get back to work." He smirked, walking back into the bedroom.
Y/n smiled, but it faded once the door closed. It had been hours since Edward started working. He didn't usually work from home so it was a new thing for them both. Yeah, it was only going to be for today, but it still sucked. The two of them had barely talked all day and it made y/n sad. They were sure it made Edward sad as well. Y/n so desperately wanted to go in there and pull him out of the room. This was usually the time that the two of them would watch a movie together, but now y/n was doing that alone. Sighing, they grabbed the remote and paused the movie before setting it back down on the coffee table. They stood up from the couch, walking slowly to the bedroom door. Even though they had been dating for 2 years y/n knocked on the door, as the two of them still respected their privacy and need for alone time. A muffled 'come in' came from behind the door. Opening it up, they stepped inside and closed it behind them. Edward was sitting in the chair in front of his desk, files spread on the surface and his laptop open before him. Y/n walked up next to the desk, hands in front of them, fidgeting with their fingers. Edward continued to work, waiting for y/n to say something. When they didn't he sighed, placing his pen down and looking up, turning the chair to face them.
"Is something wrong, cara mia?" He asked, noticing their meek expression.
"Um, w-when are you going to be done...?" They asked, voice soft.
Edward groaned breathily, pinching the bridge of his nose. His hands trailed to his hair, running his fingers through the slightly damp locks. He picked up a packet on his desk, flipping through the pages so y/n could see the work he had to do. A shaky laugh left his throat as he dropped the stapled papers back on the desk.
"I still have this packet to do, y/n. I need to get this done before work tomorrow." He stated.
"I know, but I've barely seen you all day..." They mumbled.
"Yes, I know and I'm sorry. But, my office building had a pipe burst, so we had to work from home. You know this. I can't do anything about it."
Y/n huffed, crossing their arms over their chest.
"Yeah, you're never able to do shit about anything..." They grumbled.
Edward raised an eyebrow, straightening his posture. He grabbed the pen on the desk, flipping it between his fingers. His legs were slightly spread, the drawstrings of his sweats falling between his legs slightly. The gaze he held on y/n was piercing and was sure to make anyone uncomfortable.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" He asked, challengingly.
Y/n looked down at the ground, sighing. They fidgeted with the hem of their shirt. Edward watched them, their nail polish shining from the light of the lamp on his desk.
"Sorry, I don't know what I meant by that. I just missed you today..." They sniffled, tears threatening to spill.
Edward's gaze softened upon hearing them whine. He placed the pen back on the desk and pushed his chair away slightly from the desk. Holding out a hand, he waiting for y/n to take it. When they did, he pulled them close to him, looking up into their eyes. A small tear trailed down y/n's face, making him frown. Using his thumb, he wiped it away, smearing it across their cheek.
"You poor thing. It makes me so sad to see you cry, pet." He hummed, rubbing his thumb over their knuckles.
He looked back to his laptop, sighing deeply. It was true, he really needed to get his work done. But, on the other hand, his love was gently crying before him. Biting on his bottom lip, he nodded softly.
"Ok, why don't you stay in here with me? You have to be quiet though, I need to focus." He suggested.
Y/n cheered up instantly, wiping away whatever tears were left on their face. Edward chuckled, rolling his eyes at the sudden change in demeanor.
"Huh, was that all an act to get me to let you stay with me?" He asked.
"No it wasn't, I'm just happy I can stay!" They giggled.
"Ok then, well if you want to get in bed you c-"
Edward was interrupted by y/n pushing his chair away slightly. Grabbing a pillow and a blanket off the bed, they placed the pillow on the floor right below Edward's desk. Y/n crawled on the floor and sat on the pillow, wrapping the blanket around their body. He scoffed playfully, pulling his chair back up to the desk. Y/n rested their chin on his knee, looking up at him from under the desk.
"Comfy down there?" He asked, typing on his keyboard.
Y/n reached a hand up, giving a thumbs up to him. Smiling, he put a hand down and rubbed the top of y/n's head. His fingers worked at their scalp gently, giving a simple yet effective massage. Y/n sighed happily, closing their eyes as they enjoyed the touch of their lover. The sound of his pen scribbled away at papers, grumbling to himself when he made a mistake. Occasionally, he would look down under the desk, checking up on y/n. He knew that they wanted to be close to him, but the position they were sitting in would most definitely end up with their legs going numb.
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After another hour, Edward had finished up his work, sighing in relief as he closed his laptop. Groaning softly, he stretched his back out, reaching his arms up into the air. He grabbed the armrests of the chair, about to pull away from the desk. However, the pressure of y/n's chin on his knee caused him to stop. He leaned his head back, mouthing 'fuck' as he thought about what to do next. Slowly, he reached down and cupped y/n's face with his hands. Pushing the chair away with his foot, he knelt down to the ground. Their eyes were closed, cheeks slightly pink from the warmth of the blanket. Smiling to himself, he gently brought y/n's head to the ground, letting it rest on the pillow. He stood back up, picking up the files off the desk and organizing them. Making sure to stay quiet, he left the bedroom and put the papers in his work bag. Before going back into the bedroom, he did a quick walk-around of the apartment, making sure everything was turned off and everything was locked up. Once he confirmed that, he went back to make the bed. He pulled the covers down and turned on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. Glancing down at y/n, he noticed that they were stirring. He knew they couldn't stay on the ground the entire night, even if they looked absolutely adorable doing so. He bent down again, brushing y/n's face with his thumb. Grunting softly, y/n's eyes fluttered open, heavy and tired.
"No wonder you were so quiet, you fell asleep down there. You must be pretty sleepy, huh?" He asked, dragging his thumb down their bottom lip.
Y/n nodded softly, crawling out from under the desk. They grabbed the pillow and the blanket, holding them in their arms as they stood up. Edward smiled at them, watching them put the stuff back on the bed. As y/n sat on the bed, they looked at Edward. Not wanting to wait from him to get in bed, they grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards them. Chuckling, he got under the covers, y/n instantly crawling on top of him after. He scooted up a little bit, head propped up slightly against the pillow. Y/n's face was nuzzled into the fabric of his shirt, thighs straddling his left leg. He sighed, petting y/n's head and stroking their hair.
"Cara mia, I'm sorry for not giving you much attention today." He admitted.
"S' ok, sir. You had t' work..." They mumbled.
"Tomorrow you can follow me around like the good puppy you are, hm? How's that sound? We can even watch a movie together tomorrow night." He cooed, planting a kiss on the top of their head.
"Sounds s' good..." Y/n replied, half asleep.
"Good night, angel."
"Night E..Ed..."
Edward smiled to himself as y/n fell asleep, rubbing their back as he closed his eyes. The weight of their body on his chest served as a weighted blanket, lulling him into his own slumber. His chest heaved gently, rocking y/n's body like a ship at sea. The waves of his breath crashing through the night.
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The sun peered through the curtains of the bedroom window, the blinds slightly open. Warmth spread over y/n's face, causing them to stir in their slumber. As the light grew, y/n turned over, grabbing a pillow and covering their face. Y/n's eyes grew heavy once again, feeling themself go back to sleep, only to be awoken by the alarm on their phone. Groaning, they sat up in their bed, shielding their eyes from the sun. Their pupils dilated, adjusting to the morning. A yawn escaped their lips, eyes squinting shut. Y/n looked to their left, waking up instantly when they realized Edward wasn't next to them. They shot out of bed, grabbing the bathrobe Edward bought for them at the mall. Wrapping it around their body, y/n stumbled out of the bedroom and into the living room. Expectantly, they looked around for their boyfriend, but to no avail. Sadly, they walked into the kitchen, hoping that Edward had made them a lunch. Y/n knew they were spoiled and they brought it to his attention many times.
'Edward, you spoil me too much! You don't have to do that, I can take care of myself. You don't have to spoil me to make me stay with you. I love you with or without the special treatments.'
It was true. Y/n was absolutely in love with him and it wasn't because of the special treatment. It was because he was funny, smart, handsome, and extremely sweet. Oh, but he always gave the same answer, an extremely poetic one.
'I know that, my love. But, I consider myself to be the luckiest man in this world with you as my partner. I count my blessings everyday, y/n. So, why would I not spoil you? Why would I not shower you with love every moment I breathe? The day I stop spoiling you is the day that I die, my dear. And even then, I will still try to find a way to give you my adoration.'
He was a romantic at his core underneath his nerdy exterior. And if y/n was being honest, he was also a freaky and kinky fucker underneath as well. It was really amusing to y/n. When they first saw Edward, they never would have imagined how much of a freak he was in the sheets, even out of the sheets. But, it's not like they didn't like it. Hell, they loved it.
"Oh, what's this?" They asked themself.
On the door of the fridge was a big green sticky note, Edward's favorite color. Grabbing it, y/n looked it over. As they read it, they opened up the fridge. Lo and behold, a brown paper bag was in the fridge with their name written on it. Well, not their name, but one of Edward's nicknames for them. Puppy. It suited them really well, seeing as how they loved to follow him around and craved his attention and love.
'Good morning sweetheart,
I wanted to kiss you goodbye before I left for work, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep. I did not want to wake you from the blissful dream you were in. I had time to make you lunch before I left, make sure you eat all of it. You don't eat enough, pet. I hope you are able to get lots of your college work done. Have a wonderful and productive day, baby. I cannot wait to come home and watch a movie with you. Work sucks!
Love,
Edward Nashton (#1 boyfriend)
Y/n felt their heart swell as they read the note, every word was like one of cupid's arrows in the chest. He was truly an amazing boyfriend. They felt very lucky to call him theirs. Sighing happily, they closed the fridge. Y/n wanted to save the lunch for later on, so instead they grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. Taking a bite, they sat down at the kitchen table in front of their laptop. Y/n opened it up and opened up their word document. Luckily, this week of their college work was pretty tame, nothing was due for a while. They could easily slack off today and not have any repercussions, but they wouldn't feel productive. So, they ate their apple and got straight to work with typing up a research paper for their psychology class. Edward always liked to know about what assignments they were doing, so they would have to tell him about it when he got back home.
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A few hours passed and y/n had gotten a lot done on the paper they were writing. About an hour ago they had stopped, wanting to take a break. Realizing they had not changed out of their pj's, they walked into the bedroom. When they saw the desk, they remembered last night. They remembered how comfortable it was to rest their chin on Edward's lower thigh. They remembered how soothing it was to get their head scratched and pet by Edward. When he did that, y/n was like putty in his hands. He knew exactly what made y/n happy, sad, mad, and he definitely knew what made them...desperate. Thoughts crossed y/n's mind as they imagined Edward sitting in the chair, his legs spread as he looked down at the space under his desk. Y/n imagined being underneath it, hands dragging his jeans down as they looked at him with puppy dog eyes. They imagined his head falling back as they took him in their mouth, happily bobbing up and down on him. They imagined him grabbing a fistful of their hair, pushing them down to choke on him. They imagined him praising them as they pleasured him. Oh, how y/n loved his voice. Whether it was his morning voice saying good morning, or him saying he loved them, or him praising and degrading them during sex. They loved his voice no matter what he was saying. It was like honey the way it flowed through their ears, sweet and smooth. Y/n whined, realizing how much they missed Edward. He had said that they were going to spend the entire day together. He said that they could follow him around like a puppy. And that's exactly what y/n wanted to do. Shivering, they grabbed one of Edward's favorite outfits that they wore and quickly changed into it. The cropped tank top they put on was a cream color and it ended just above their belly button. On top of that, they wore this crochet cardigan that was cropped, also ending above their belly button. The cardigan was crocheted spaciously, allowing you to see what the person wearing it had underneath it. It was made of multiple colors, a soft green, a soft pink, and a soft cream color. Y/n slid on a pair of denim shorts that were slightly ripped. Edward, who loved to sew, had sewed hearts and stars on the pockets of the shorts. Y/n had asked him to do it, practically begged him, and he did it happily. Humming, they walked over to the vanity and applied some mascara, blush, and lip gloss. Blowing a kiss to their reflection. Before they left the room, they grabbed a choker from off of the dresser. It was white leather that attached to a silver outline that was shaped like a heart. It was hollow, which Edward loved, because he could hook his fingers through it and pull y/n in for a kiss.
"I'll pay him a visit! I'm not sure if he's on his lunch break, but I don't think he'll mind!" They said to themself, grabbing their lunch.
Y/n slid on their converse at the front door, nearly slipping as they did so. They grabbed their purse, leaving the apartment quickly. Y/n was anxious to see their boyfriend, missing him dearly already. Yes, y/n was a very clingy partner, but Edward didn't mind. He loved it, actually. The fact that they were so clingy to him made him feel loved for the first time in his life. And, he knew that y/n didn't have a great past with relationships. If he could make them feel loved, cared for, wanted, and treasured, then he was going to do it. They deserved all the love in the world through his eyes.
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Y/n walked into Edward's office building, intimidated slightly by the security guards. Swallowing a lump in their throat, they waved at the guards. Even though they weren't going to do anything, y/n couldn't help but feel nervous. They walked to the elevator and pressed the button to open up the doors. Almost immediately, they opened up and y/n hurriedly stepped inside of it. Letting out a deep breath, y/n selected the third floor button. Usually y/n preferred to take the stairs, but they had walked to the subway from their apartment and walked a block from where the subway train arrived all the way to the building, so they were a little worn out. A few dings signaled that y/n had arrived at Edward's office floor. Feeling a little anxious, they stepped out and looked around. They had only been to Edward's work a few times, dropping things off that he forgot. But, it had been a while since they last visited. Heading towards the reception desk, y/n looked at the man sitting in the chair. He looked up at y/n, smiling lightly.
"Good afternoon, what can I help you with?" He asked politely.
"Hi there! Um, do you know where Eddie works? Um, sorry, Edward Nashton? I'm just stopping by to say hi, that's ok right?" They asked sheepishly.
"Oh, of course that's perfectly fine. It's not like we get busy here anyways." He said, covering the side of his mouth in a 'sneaky' way.
Y/n giggled, amused at the man's humor.
"Anyways, he's just down that hallway and then you take a left. His cubicle is the one on the far left corner. It'll show his name on the side. May I ask how you know him?"
Y/n nodded, smiling at the receptionist.
"Thank you very much! I'm his partner, y/n. It's nice to meet you..." Y/n looked at the name plate.
"...Maurice! Nice name!" They complimented.
"Aw, thank you! And, did you say you're Edward's partner? As in...dating him?" He asked.
"Um, yeah? Last time I checked!" They joked, laughing.
"I don't mean to offend, it's just that you two seem very..."
"Opposite? Yeah, we know. We get that a lot. But hey, going 2 years strong!" Y/n said.
"2 years? Woah, congratulations." Maurice looked down at the work phone as it started ringing.
"Oh, I've got to take this. I'm glad I could help you and I love your cardigan by the way!"
Y/n mouthed a 'thank you' as they walked away, not wanting to disrupt the phone call. The interaction with Maurice washed away any anxiety they had. It was nice to see there was one friendly person where Edward worked. From what he talked about, it seemed that no one was nice to him at work. Sighing, y/n followed the receptionists instructions, going down the hallway he pointed to. When they reached the end, they turned left and came face to face with a bunch of cubicles.
'Jesus, no wonder Edward gets depressed here.' They thought to themself.
Y/n walked to the far left corner, just like Maurice said. Lo and behold, the cubicle on the end read 'Edward Nashton' on the side of it. Smiling, y/n peered over the corner, hoping to catch him off guard. Edward sat in front of his desk, files neatly organized on his desk, spare for a few papers that were next to him. The computer before him showed a spreadsheet, y/n already bored to death at the sight. Who knew being a forensic accountant could be so boring. But, they were sure there was more to it than spreadsheets, so maybe it wasn't always boring. Edward lifted up his coffee mug that had Snoopy and Woodstock on it and took a sip from it. He secretly loved the Peanuts movies. He would watch the Great Pumpkin on Halloween, A Merry Christmas Charlie Brown on Christmas, etc. Slowly, y/n tiptoed behind him and covered his eyes with their hands. He jumped a little, surprised at the suddenness of it. Y/n leaned down to his ear and whispered.
"Hi daddy..."
Edward reached his hands up, grabbing their hands and pulling them away from his eyes. He turned around in his chair, looking up at y/n who was waving at him excitedly. He saw that their purse hung off their shoulder, the lunch he had made for them sitting inside of it in the brown bag. His eyebrows furrowed, making y/n shrink slightly.
"What are you doing here, y/n?" He asked.
"I wanted t' come and see you, sir..." They mumbled softly.
They both kept their voices low, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. However, the people at Edward's job weren't exactly quiet. Everyone was always having a conversation, whether it was about work or not. They all talked with each other, except for Edward. He was fine with that though, he had tried to make friends with his coworkers before, but it just didn't work out well. So, he put his focus on getting his work done so he could earn money and spoil the one he loved.
"Y/n, I get off in 2 hours. You could have just waited at h- wait, how did you even get here?" He asked curiously.
Y/n lowered their head, picking away at the chipped nail polish that adorned their fingers. They mumbled something under their breath. Raising an eyebrow, Edward grabbed their waist and pulled them closer to him.
"Speak up." He ordered, his voice stern.
"I took the...subway..." Y/n admitted shyly.
Edward pinched the bridge of his nose, grabbing y/n's arm firmly. Letting out a sigh, he loosened his grip. He was extremely frustrated with y/n.
"Y/n, you know I don't like you taking the subway alone! Even I don't like going on the subway. It's dangerous in this city, especially for someone as breathtaking as you. How many times have I told you this?" He explained softly.
"A billion times..."
"No, but, close enough. Look, I'm happy to see you, but you could have just waited a couple more hours for me to get home. So, I'm going to ask you again, and this time I want the real answer. What are you doing here?"
Y/n sighed, Edward knew them too well. Yes, they wanted to see him really bad. But, y/n couldn't get those thoughts from earlier out of their head. They so dearly missed his touch, his kisses, and his voice. God, his voice. Suddenly, y/n felt embarrassed to even say anything. Edward sensed this, placing his hands on both of their hips, rubbing them with his thumbs. He was still upset that they put themself in a dangerous situation when they could have just waited at home for 2 more hours. And, they didn't even bother calling him and letting him know that they were coming over. It might seem extreme for Edward to not want y/n to use the subway, but the two of them had an unfortunate encounter in the subway once. Nothing bad happened, Edward stepped in just in the nick of time. But, the whole scenario scared them both. And they both agreed that y/n needed to go on the subway with someone else at all times. So, he was frustrated that they broke that rule. Not even frustrated, it just scared him. He watched as y/n leaned down slightly, hovering over his ear. Cupping their hand over their mouth, they whispered.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you..."
Edward smirked subtly.
"Oh, really? What a nice gesture." He feigned innocence.
"Eddie...you know what I mean..." They pouted.
He nodded.
"Yes I do, pet."
They did a 360 for Edward, showing him the full outfit they were wearing. He took a deep breath at the sight, not noticing it when they first walked in. Edward didn't want y/n to feel like they had to show skin for him to find them attractive, because it just wasn't true. Y/n could wear a burlap sack and swim in a pool of sewage and he would still find them to be the most attractive person to grace this earth. But, sometimes they wore outfits that drove him crazy. And this was his favorite one. But, the cherry on top...the choker. God, that choker made his heart race and his fists clench. He remembered when he bought it for them, they wanted it so bad, and who was Edward to refused what they wanted? Of course he bought it for them. Little did he know that he bought his own kryptonite.
"I got all dressed up for you, daddy. Your favorite outfit..." They smiled.
"I can see that..." He replied coldly.
"I want you to...to fuck me...I need it..." The whined quietly.
"Y/n, no, we are in a public setting. You need to behave yourself, ok?"
Y/n crossed their arms over their chest. Huffing, they stepped on his foot roughly. Honestly, it did not hurt Edward in the slightest. The shoes he wore to work already hurt his feet on a daily basis, so it felt like a tickle in comparison. He looked down at his shoe and then back up to y/n. Edward could tell they instantly regretted the decision as they had taken a step away from him. The smug smirk that was on his face disappeared, now an unamused natural pout. He used his finger to gesture for y/n to get closer. Reluctantly, they did so.
"Tell me, do you feel better? Did you accomplish something with that immature act?" He asked.
Y/n shook their head shyly.
"Mmm, well, I was already upset with you for breaking a rule, one that we both agreed on for your safety. You could have gotten a ride from Mrs. Jacobs next door. You could have been patient and waited a couple more hours. You had so many options and you chose the only wrong one. But, now, well...now I'm furious. You come to my job dressed up like the cute thing you are, demand me to fuck you, and pitch a fit when I don't give you what you want? Really?"
"Well, you always give me what I want." They retorted.
"I do, when you're good. But right now, you're acting like a spoiled. Little. Brat." He seethed, pinching the inner part of their thigh.
Y/n whimpered softly, swatting at his hand instinctively. He scoffed, turning around in his chair and facing his computer. Edward began to type away at the keyboard.
"Did you at least get some of your research paper done?" He asked.
"Obviously." They grumbled.
Edward shook his head while looking at his computer, getting sick of y/n's attitude. The keyboard clicked as he entered some numbers into the spreadsheet. Y/n waited for him to say something, adjusting their shorts that were riding up their thighs.
"You know, giving me an attitude is not going to change anything. It's just making it worse for you. How about you try and get a hold of yourself?" He reminded.
Y/n mocked him quietly, moving their hand to mimic his mouth moving. Walking up behind him, they leaned down and rested their chin on his shoulder. Edward rolled his eyes and kept his focus on his work. Letting their painted fingers trail down his other shoulder, y/n quietly whined erotically in his ear.
"I want you t' fuck me, sir...pretty please?" They asked innocently.
Biting the inside of his cheeks, Edward turned around in his chair once again. He felt so very conflicted. If they were back at their apartment, he would have already pinned y/n against the wall. He would have already dragged them to the bed by their slutty choker. And currently, he was imaging y/n on his lap wearing nothing but that flattering crochet cardigan. But, he was at work, and he was pissed that y/n was trying to seduce him in his work space. Edward didn't have a problem with PDA, but he had limits and a sense of professionalism. Y/n knew this, but they chose to let their desire take over their thought process. He was not making him uncomfortable at all, he actually found it amusing at first. But, he was getting tired of it. He need to put them in their place, quickly.
"Y/n I have no idea what has gotten into you, but you need to cut it out right now. I am not asking anymore, I am demanding." His voice was lower than usual, sending chills up y/n's spine.
"Mmm, I like when you get like that, daddy..." They placed a hand on his thigh.
Edward leaned back, straightening his posture. Looking around him subtly, he made sure no one was looking. Thankfully, it looked like everyone was in there cubicles and no one was walking around. In one swift motion, he leaned forward and grabbed y/n's face with his hand roughly. His grip on their jaw was firm, preventing them from moving at all, otherwise it would hurt. He leaned in close, face just inches away from theirs.
"You are pushing me to my limit, pet. You're acting like a filthy bitch in heat. Is that what you are?" He spat, looking them in the eyes.
"I-"
Edward released his grip on their jaw, pushing them away. Catching their balance and trying to play it off as they tripped, y/n held onto the cubicle. He scoffed, looking them up and down. Their cheeks were bright red, chest heaving up and down as they panted. His gaze wandered down to their thighs, seeing how they were squeezed against each other. He shook his head while looking at y/n, causing their bottom lip to quiver.
"God, you look so pitiful. What happened to the attitude from before, huh?" He mocked, fixing his crooked glasses.
"Um..."
"Here's how things are going to go. You and your filthy mind are going to wait in the lobby until I get off of work. You're going to eat your lunch and come up with an apology for your behavior. Do you understand me?" His voice was stern and his eyes were dull as he looked at them.
"Y-Yes..."
"Yes, what, pet?" He taunted, cupping a hand over his ear.
"Yes, daddy..." They mumbled.
Edward sighed, looking at their meek stance. He reached over and grabbed his mug, taking a sip of the hot coffee. Placing it back down, he shook his head. He lifted his hand up, waving them away in dismissal. He was extremely irritated, frustrated, and infuriated. Edward hated getting stern with y/n, but they had broken a few rules in a matter of 1 hour. And, even when he kept telling them to stop, the attitude never relented. He was most definitely a pushover when it came to y/n, but he knew how to lay down the law when he needed to.
"Go." He ordered simply.
Nodding their head, y/n left his cubicle. They knew they were in deep shit. He was right though. Their attitude was through the roof and it was not necessary at all. Y/n couldn't help but feel embarrassed as they walked back to the reception desk. Of course Edward wasn't going to drop his work to satisfy their desires. He was at work. If y/n had been in his situation, they would have said no too. Guilt built up in their chest, overpowering the heat that was pulsing between their legs. Smiling at Maurice, they sat down in a chair in the lobby. He looked at them curiously.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"Huh? Oh, no nothing's wrong. Edward said he gets off in an hour and a half, so I'm just going to ride back home with him."
Maurice nodded, focusing back down on whatever work he was doing. Sighing, y/n opened up their lunch and started eating. They were honestly too upset to eat, but they knew Edward would be even more upset if they didn't eat the lunch. He was right in the sticky note he left earlier, they didn't eat enough. It wasn't like they were doing it on purpose, they just got caught up in college work and hobbies that they would sometimes forget to eat. Y/n took a bite of the sandwich, feeling their lungs tighten as they held back a sob. They continued to eat their lunch as they made an apology for Edward. Considering how they acted, it would have to be a very good one.
~
Edward got up from his desk, gathering his things and putting them in his bag. Y/n's perfume hung in the air still, filling his senses. Sighing, he pushed his glasses up, hanging his bag over his shoulder. Stepping out of the cubicle, he thought about what he was going to do about y/n. He was still extremely upset with them, but he also felt bad. Edward knew all y/n wanted was to just be near him, but they could sometimes let their emotions take control of them, preventing them from fully thinking things through. He knew they were probably beating themself up over the whole situation. They were still in trouble, but Edward decided that he would lessen the punishment, knowing that the stress of college was probably enough punishment on them already. And, knowing y/n, if he did punish them they would probably find it hot. Breaking out of his thoughts, Edward walked into the lobby, glancing quickly at Maurice. Y/n was standing in front of the desk, handing him a piece of paper.
"Edward, I've been talking with your partner. I hope you don't mind if we exchange contact information? Y/n had the brilliant idea of going on a double date. You, them, me, and my boyfriend Tristan." He asked.
"Oh, yes that's fine. We'll have to figure out a day to do that. Thank you for keeping them company while they waited. I hope they didn't keep you from your work." He said, giving y/n a subtle look out of the corner of his eyes.
"Absolutely not, y/n was very respectful. Plus, it's not like I have much work to do anyways, am I right?" Maurice laughed, y/n chuckled as well.
"Hah, yeah. Well, we have to get going now. I'll see you on Monday, Maurice." He bid, wrapping his arm around y/n's waist as they left the lobby.
The two of them walked to the elevator, Edward pressing the button to open the door. He glanced moved his hand away from y/n's waist, running it through his hair. Y/n watched him, smiling up at him.
"You were nice back there, does that mean you're in a better mood?" They asked, hopeful.
As the door opened, they both stepped inside. Edward pushed the parking garage button, looking at y/n with a deadpanned face. He leaned against the metal railing on the side of the elevator. He clasped his hands over the bar, knuckles turning white as he gripped it.
"Better mood? Sure. Does that change anything? No." He answered.
The elevator door opened and they walked out, Edward holding y/n's hand as they did so. Pulling out his keys with his other hand, he unlocked his car. Every second of the drive home felt like an hour to y/n.
~
Y/n and Edward had finally gotten back to the apartment. It was dead silent as they removed their shoes. Y/n sat down on the couch, unsure of what exactly they should do. Their heart was racing as they watched him take off his coat, hanging it up on one of the hooks on the wall. The tension was so thick y/n could practically feel it against their skin, like a humid summer night. Edward's keys dropping on the table next to the door broke the silence, causing y/n to jump slightly.
"E-Edward..."
He didn't say anything, walking in the kitchen instead. Y/n didn't look away from their lap, focusing on the pads of their fingers, suddenly finding it to be the most interesting thing in the world. Edward stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water that he had poured. He held the glass in his hand as he walked back to the living room, standing in front of where y/n was sitting. Despite his gentle facial features, his stance made y/n feel intimidated. The brown sweater over his collared button up shirt made y/n feel things that were completely inappropriate for the current situation. No matter how much they tried, y/n couldn't stop getting filthy thoughts of their boyfriend out of their head. And, Edward could tell right away. The events before were proof enough as to how y/n felt today.
"Did you eat your lunch?" He asked.
"Yes, I ate all of it. I promise."
"You don't need to promise me anything, y/n. I can tell when you lie to me. I'm glad you ate." He said simply, taking a sip of his water.
Y/n fidgeted with their hands.
"I believe you have an apology for me?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Well, I'm waiting. You do not need me to tell you when to say it, though I know how much you'd love for me to order you around right now." He huffed.
Y/n nodded.
"U-Um, I-I'm really sorry for c-coming to your work and b-being inappropri-"
"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to apologize to me? Not give me some half-assed statement." He interrupted.
"I-"
"I-I-I...how about you get on your knees? Maybe that'll show me how sorry you truly are." He mocked.
Slowly, y/n slid to the floor, getting on their knees before him. Edward was already a fairly tall man, but he looked like a giant when y/n kneeled before him. His glasses reflected the light coming from one of the windows, creating an ominous glare over the lenses. It made him look even more mysterious than he already was. He looked down at them, waiting for them to say something. After a few seconds, he groaned.
"What? Do you really need me to tell you when to speak like a dog? Speak!" He ordered.
"I-I, I'm really sorry, sir. I knew you were at work, but I just missed you so much. I did! I really did! I wanted to see you, and, and, and I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. I just wanted you so bad! I'm sorry I broke rules, I really am. It won't happen ever again! Never ever, I swear. Puppy just missed you super bad and, and then it made me think filthy things and made me want you even more. It was so, so, so bad of me to be like that at your work. I know I hu-humiliated you and probably made you uncomfortable. Daddy, I'm so sorry I really am! I was a bad puppy for doing that. I just wanted a hug at first because you didn't give me one this morning! Please, please, please don't be mad at me, daddy! I'll be good for the rest of the night, I swear!"
Edward looked down at them as they grabbed the material of his slacks, tugging on them gently. Tears welled in their eyes, some trickling down their pink cheeks. Seeing them grovel at his feet was quite a sight to behold. If the circumstances were better, he would have had them say their apology while choking on his dick. But, he felt that the situation required a different type of action.
"That was a very nice apology, y/n. Very nice, indeed." He said.
Y/n sniffled, looking up at him. Placing the glass of water on the table beside the couch, he bent down. His eyes were gazing down at y/n's. He gently grabbed their chin, forcing them to look up at him.
"But, I don't know if I should let you off the hook so easily. You see, I gave you many opportunities to stop and not get punished. But, you didn't take them, isn't that right?" He asked, nodding his head in synch with his last few words.
"Y-Yes, sir..."
"You didn't make a mistake, you purposefully disobeyed me and ignored me. And, that just doesn't sit well with me. It leaves a pit in my stomach, you know?" He explained, holding a hand over his stomach.
Y/n whined.
"Oh, there we go again with the pitiful whines. Your pretty sounds aren't going to get you out of this, pet." He said, shaking his head.
"B-But..."
"But? Excuse me? What could you possibly say to help you get out of this situation that YOU put yourself in? Please, enlighten me." He taunted, tilting his head to the side.
Y/n fell silent, looking away from him in defeat. There wasn't anything they could say. It was true, they did this to themself. Edward didn't have many rules in their relationship and the ones he did have were very simple and easy to follow. And y/n broke them all within the span of an hour. If they had just been patient and waited at home for Edward, he might have been pounding into them in their bed. But, they weren't patient. Instead of getting dicked down, they were on their knees and begging Edward for forgiveness. Now, the begging was not necessary at all, it was just something that they thought Edward would like. They were right though, Edward loved it when y/n begged. It was one of his weaknesses. Of course he was going to forgive y/n, but not before he put them in their place and taught them a lesson. The begging, no matter how much Edward loved it, would not get y/n out of the punishment that awaited them. He scoffed, standing up and stepping away from y/n, causing them to fall and catch themself with their hands on the floor.
"You humiliated me at work today, y/n. Anyone could have come across my cubicle. Anyone could have seen you acting like a dog, begging for me to give you a treat. Is that what you wanted? Did you want to embarrass me at my job?" He asked, hands in his pockets.
"What? No! Of course not, sir! I j-just got carried away didn't think..." They explained, a frown on their lips.
"I believe you, honey. But, that doesn't excuse what you did, now does it?" He asked, tone becoming gentle.
"No..."
"Exactly. If I did not punish you for your bad decisions, you would continue to make them. Would you not?" He questioned.
"No, I wouldn't!" Y/n spat out.
Edward let out a breathy laugh, leaning down and bending his legs. He placed his hands on his knees, shaking his head in amusement. Y/n watched his movements, every single one of them sending a spark through their veins. They knew he was right, but they didn't want to admit it.
"Ohhh, but that's where you're wrong, pet. I spoil you and treat you like an angel on earth, all because I love you with my entire heart, body, and soul. But, that does not mean you should expect me to let you get away with things. Spoiled or not, you need to have manners and respect. And I know for a fact, if I fucked you on this couch right here and now, you'd do the same exact thing tomorrow. Why? Because I rewarded your bed behavior. That just won't do, no, no, no." His tone was flamboyant and cocky.
God, y/n hated that he was right. He was a fucking genius and knew y/n like the back of his hand. They were stupid for trying to convince him to not punish them. It would never have worked.
"You really are just like a puppy, y/n. Here I am, teaching you right and wrong through rewards and punishments. Do you think that will help? Should I make you do tricks? Hm? You were certainly acting like a wild dog earlier." He commented, a sickening smirk on his face.
He hooked his fingers through the heart of y/n's choker. With one swift yank, he brought them with them as he stood to his feet. They choked slightly as the leather dug into their skin, feeling relief when they stood on their feet. Somehow, Edward was more intimidating face to face, rather than towering over y/n. Perhaps it was because of how kind his face was, making it jarring when he took a serious tone.
"I think you need to be trained, puppy. We can't have you misbehaving while I'm off at work, can we?"
Y/n's eyes widened, feeling heat rush once again between their legs. Their knees buckled, gripping onto Edward's shoulders for stability. He laughed, pushing y/n back so they fell on the couch. They watched as he hummed to himself, walking into the kitchen as if nothing happened.
(A/n: Ok, guys...this is where the humiliation and puppy stuff REALLY starts. I don't rlly need to put a content warning, I just wanted to let you guys know that I was giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, and pissing liquid nitrogen while writing this. But seriously, this is so humiliating I'm gonna be so honest with you. YOU GUYS WANTED THIS! I swear to balls I'm going to hell dude. They have a VIP room for fanfic writers probably.)
Y/n stood up from the couch, out of breath and confused. As Edward turned around, he opened up a cabinet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw y/n had stood up. Snapping his fingers, he pointed back to the couch.
"Sit." He ordered.
Y/n's eyes widened and they found themself sitting down immediately after. It was almost as if it was a gut reaction. The tone of his voice was firm, commanding respect. Shaking in anticipation, y/n kept their eyes on the floor in front of them, waiting for Edward to come back. After another minute, his footsteps sounded in their ears. Looking up, y/n saw their boyfriend standing in front of them. He had a bar of chocolate in his hand. Call y/n a whore for sweets, but they instantly licked their lips. It was chocolate for fuck sake. Their eyes stayed on the bar as he placed it on the T.V stand, taunting them.
"Here's how this is going to go, puppy. We are going to continue our night like we normally do. But, you're going to listen out for me. If I call you, you come. If I tell you to sit, you sit. If I tell you to beg, you..." He trailed, wanting y/n to finish the sentence.
"Um, I...beg?" They finished.
"Yes, very good! Look at you, listening to directions. If only you did that before." He praised, a bit of a jab at the end.
"Um, what's the chocolate for?" They asked, pointing at it.
"Well, if you're really good tonight, you get it." He said.
"I like chocolate, but...I'd rather have...you..." They pouted.
"Oh, trust me I know. I never said you weren't getting fucked tonight. I just said you needed to be punished first. Believe me, this won't be fun for you. But, if you learn your lesson, maybe I'll give you the treat that you've been begging for all day." He said suavely, the words rolling off his tongue so smoothly.
Y/n's breath hitched.
"O-Ok, sir."
"That's a good pet. Now, I'm going to take a shower. I want you to join me." He cooed.
"I sh-showered after I got my research paper done today."
"Oh, I'm sorry but, I don't recall asking you anything. I do remember telling you to get in the shower, though." He challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Y/n nodded hastily.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Mmm, you're off to a terrible start, pet. Go get the shower ready and get inside." He ordered.
Without wasting a second, y/n bolted inside their bedroom. Edward followed slowly behind, glancing at the watch on his wrists. Grunting, he saw that the time was 6 o'clock. The shower would need to be quick, as he would need to make dinner soon. As he removed his clothes, a smirk tugged at his lips. Thinking about eating dinner with y/n made an utterly humiliating though come across his mind. Well, humiliating for y/n, not him. But, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go that far. It would depend on how well y/n was behaving. Though, he would love to see y/n on all fours while he sat at the table...
"Um, daddy?" Y/n peeked out of the bathroom.
"Yes, puppy?"
Edward turned around, tossing his clothes in the hamper. Y/n was taken aback by how relaxed and comfortable Edward was with being naked in front of them. Yes, they had been dating for over 2 years, but y/n still got a little shy every now and then. That's just how they were. But, Edward, well, he was very confident. Before he dated y/n he was the complete opposite of confident. But, being loved by a good person was all he needed to boost his self-love. Y/n really admired him for that and would always remind him of how proud they were of him. It made Edward smile every time.
"Th-The shower is running..." They mumbled.
"Then get in." He replied, walking into the bathroom.
Y/n turned around, walking across the tiled room. Edward was close behind them. The two lovers got into the shower, warm water trickled down their bare bodies. Y/n, who had already showered earlier, just let the water wash over them. They didn't feel a need to clean themself once again. Y/n examined Edward's body as he started to wash his hair. He was far from fit, his body type closely resembling a 'dad bod'. Y/n loved it though, absolutely adored it. Edward worked out every now and then, but it was nothing major, only simple exercises. He had stretch marks on his hips, faint pink lines that resembled rivers on maps. He had very full cheeks for a man of his age. His stomach was a little pudgy. All of those things were beautiful to y/n. He was so comfortable to snuggle up to, instantly lulling y/n into a blissful sleep every time. Sighing, y/n got closer to him, resting their head against his chest as he swiped his hair back with the water. He looked down, smiling at the sight. However, he placed his hand on top of y/n's head, gently pushing them down, being carefully not to let them slip. As the reached the ground, they looked up at Edward, his naked body sending shivers down y/n's spine.
"If you want to show me affection, you will do it like a dog. Do it correctly." He said.
Y/n swallowed a lump in their throat, realizing how seriously Edward was taking this. He continued to rinse his hair out of conditioner, already done shampooing his hair. Y/n, unsure of what he meant exactly, sat at his feet and wrapped their arms around his calf. Funnily enough, that was not even close to what Edward meant. But, y/n felt comfortable nonetheless. Edward always had a naturally warm body temperature, so it felt nice when y/n rested their face against his leg. He thought about saying something, but decided that it wasn't that big of a deal. Even when he was trying to humiliate y/n, he still was susceptible to being a softie. But, alas, he had to wash the rest of his body. He bent down slightly, planting a kiss on the top of their head.
"Puppy, you have to let go. Ok?" He said.
Nodding, y/n scooted away until their back was against the shower wall. The water had caused their hair to flatten to their face and head, hanging in their eyes. Parting the wet strands to the side, y/n watched as Edward continued to bathe himself. It was a wonderful thing to be that close with a person. Being so in love and comfortable with each other that both of you could just watch each other shower, as if you were simply watching the sunrise. Y/n's thoughts were cut short by the water turning off, causing a shiver to run down their spine as the warmth left their body. Edward pulled back the curtain and grabbed a the towel from the towel rack. He leaned down and grabbed y/n under their arms, lifting them up to their feet. Quickly, wrapped the towel around their body, making sure they were nice and warm. After that, he grabbed his own towel and wrapped it around his waist, his subtle v-line showing slightly.
"If this is the punishment, then what the hell is the reward?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at Edward's kindness.
"Hah, very funny. To be honest, I just wanted your company while I showered. And, I know you get very cold easily, so I'm just being a good boyfriend." He explained.
"Ok, so the punishment hasn't really started yet?"
"I suppose not, no. Why, were you on edge the whole time?" He grinned.
"Kind of, yeah."
"Hm, that's funny. Well, I'll ask you one more question. What do you think we should have for dinner?" Edward asked, stepping out of the shower and roughly using the towel to dry his hair.
"What, am I supposed to eat dog food?"
"Oh, you're very funny aren't you? If you don't give me an actual answer then maybe you can just eat a banana?" He suggested.
Y/n gagged, hating the texture of bananas.
"Fuck no, let's make sandwiches. I don't really want to cook anything..." They mumbled.
Edward put on a pair of boxers he had left on the sink. He wrapped the towel over his shoulders, catching any water that dripped from his hair. Grabbing his hairbrush, he brushed his hair back completely, letting it fall naturally afterwards.
"Well, I'd be the one cooking. Last time you cooked you nearly set the apartment on fire. But, sandwiches sound fine. Go get dressed into something comfortable, it doesn't matter what. Just uh, put that choker back on." He said, walking out of the bathroom.
Y/n dried their hair as much as they could and then drying the rest of their body. Edward walked by the bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats as he walked out of the bedroom. Using a rag, y/n gently removed excess makeup from off their face. Once every bit of it was off, y/n hummed to themself, brushing their hair and turning off the bathroom light. Going over to their side of the bed, y/n grabbed the choker from off of the nightstand. As they put it on, they smirked, grabbing one of Edward's biggest shirts from the dresser. They slid it on, wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Y/n was anxious for when Edward would 'start' the punishment. He was known to be dramatic, having a penchant for making sex, foreplay, and anything else like that very drawn out and agonizingly teasing. It always blew y/n's mind how Edward could be the sweetest most caring man to ever grace this earth, and then switch to someone who made them so wet that they would drip down their legs.
"Puppy, come here!" He called, voice purposefully sounding like babytalk.
Quickly, y/n hopped on one foot as they put on their socks. They were in such a rush that they didn't realize they didn't match. The right foot was covered with a green sock and the other was covered with a purple sock. Y/n hurriedly left the bedroom, sliding across the hardwood floor that made up the 'dining room' which was more like a small corner where a table was, and the kitchen. Edward watched them as they grabbed onto the counter, stopping their sliding. They looked up at him, smiling widely.
"Eager, are we?" He teased, pinching their cheek.
"I'm hungry!" Y/n admitted.
"Oh, you are?" He asked before taking a bite of his sandwich in front of them.
Y/n's eyebrows furrowed, nodding slightly. Edward finished chewing what was in his mouth. Swallowing, he took a sip of water afterwards. Y/n, hesitantly, reached out to grab the other sandwich. Edward swatted at their hand, causing them to recoil.
"Woah, who said you could eat?" He asked, leaning against the counter cockily.
"W-What?" Y/n stuttered.
"Last time I checked, dogs eat on the floor." He said.
Y/n watched as Edward smirked, grabbing the plate the other sandwich was on. He placed the plate on the floor of the kitchen, leaning back against the counter afterwards. Taken aback, y/n watched as their boyfriend continued to eat his sandwich as if he didn't just tell them to eat on the floor. Y/n laughed, thinking that he might be joking. Edward stopped mid-bite, turning to look at them. His eyebrows were knit slightly, looking them up and down as if he was confused.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"For a second there, I th-thought you were going to m-make me eat of the f-floor!" Y/n said in between giggles.
Edward's facial expression did not change at all. Y/n's laughs slowly died down, the smile on their face turning into an open mouthed pout. He took a bite of his sandwich, pointing down to the plate on the floor.
"Eat."
"E-Edward, that's humiliating..." They said.
"Oh, I know. You see, that's the whole point. You humiliated me at my own job, yeah, one of my coworkers overheard a little bit of your pathetic begging. How do you think I felt?" He asked, taking a sip of his water after.
"I'm sorry..."
"If you're sorry, then you'll get on the floor and eat like the pathetic, begging dog you are."
Nodding, y/n slowly got on the floor of the kitchen. The wood felt cold against their exposed legs. Edward had finished his food, putting away his dishes as y/n looked at their sandwich. It really wasn't a big deal, as y/n had sat on the floor and eaten food many times before. Hell, Edward had done it with them. Sometimes, the floor was just a comfortable place to sit. But, given the context of the situation, it was now embarrassing. Glancing up at Edward, they looked into his eyes for some shred of mercy.
"You either eat on the floor or don't eat anything at all." He said, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
Swallowing a lump in their throat, y/n picked up the sandwich. Their eyes flickered back up to him, hoping it was ok if they ate with their hands. He didn't say anything, so y/n took that as a good sign. Looking back down, they took a bite and placed the sandwich back on the plate. Edward smiled, bending over and petting their head.
"See, there you go. Not so bad, right? All you have to do is fucking listen." He said, grabbing a fistful of their hair roughly at the last sentence.
Y/n whimpered, nodding their head. They felt filthy for finding the scenario hot. Edward did too. Without saying another word, he left the kitchen and sat down on the couch with his glass of water. Y/n started to stand up, but his voice made them sit back down.
"If you're thinking about getting up, don't. You're going to finish your food first."
"But, I wanna come cuddle!"
"Yeah? Well, I wanted to have a normal fucking day at work. We don't always get what we want, do we? Eat your food and stop complaining because I could make it more humiliating." He said, voice harsh.
"Yes, sir..."
Edward mumbled 'that's what I thought' under his breath. Moving his legs up on the couch, he laid down, propping his head up on a few pillows. He groaned softly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb. Once y/n was done eating, he didn't really have an idea of what he was going to do next. All he knew was that he wanted to make y/n remember who was in charge. He wanted to remind them that he wasn't a pushover all the time. He loved them with all his heart, but he wasn't a doormat. If they wanted to beg for his dick like a dog at his place of work, then they could act like a dog for the rest of the night. He took a sip of his water, letting the liquid glide down his throat. He looked at the time on the T.V, reading 7 o'clock. It wasn't too late, which was good. The sound of water running signaled to Edward that his partner had finished eating. He didn't worry about them not eating it on the floor, when y/n was told to do something by Edward in a situation like this, they always obeyed.
"Come here, puppy." He called, snapping his fingers two times.
Y/n walked over, sitting in between his legs on the couch. Edward laughed slightly, shaking his head. Confused, y/n looked at him, snuggling up to his side. He sat up and grabbed their waist, moving them off the couch and onto the carpeted floor of the living room. Y/n huffed, drawing their knees to their chest.
"Dogs can't get on the couch. I don't want you getting it dirty with your filthy mind. If you want to get on the couch, you'll have to sit on daddy's lap, puppy." He mocked.
"Fine."
Y/n crawled up on Edward's body. One of their legs rested in between his own legs. They snaked their hands under his back and hugged him, head resting on his sternum. He rubbed circles into their back, lulling y/n into a false sense of security. They probably thought that it was over, but it was far from it. He had thought about something a few minutes ago and desperately wanted to act on it. He trailed his hand down to the plump of their ass.
"How would I even get the couch dirty?"
Edward raised an eyebrow, not feeling any waistband below y/n's shirt. Grinning from ear to ear, he pulled the hem of the shirt up, exposing y/n's bare ass. They shivered, instinctively sitting up., but Edward's hand pushed them back down to his chest. He squeezed their ass gently. He slowly slid his other hand underneath y/n's body, reaching down to in between their legs. Using one finger, he slid it between their folds, instantly feeling how wet they were. Y/n whimpered and he laughed breathily.
"You would have dripped all over the couch, you dirty thing. And why, exactly, are you not wearing anything underneath this shirt?" He asked.
"Well, I just thought..."
"You thought I'd notice how wet you were and I'd cave?" He suggested, sitting up and making y/n straddle his lap.
"Did you think I'd want to fuck you?" He mocked.
"Maybe..."
"Why would I fuck you when I haven't even finished your punishment?"
Y/n fell silent.
"Speaking of..."
Edward reached over to the side table, grabbing a beanie baby they kept their as a cute decoration. He held it near y/n's face, then tossed it across the room. Y/n let their mouth hang open, looking at him in disbelief.
"What the fuck?!"
"What your mouth when you talk to me." He ordered, grabbing their jaw.
Y/n shrunk in his lap, nodding their head.
"Fetch." He said, smiling.
Y/n's eyes widened, looking at where the beanie baby landed. They looked back at Edward, seeing how amused he was from the situation. Rolling his eyes, he pushed them off his lap and onto the floor. He bent over, slapping their ass firmly.
"I said, fetch. Now." He ordered.
Y/n whimpered, standing up and walking over to the beanie baby. Edward slammed his hand against he cushion of the couch, the soft thud making y/n stumble.
"Filthy fucking mutts do not walk. Get on the ground." He ordered.
Y/n whined, feeling completely humiliated. Edward watched as they crawled on all fours to the beanie baby, their ass peaking out from under the shirt. Y/n looked at Edward, lifting up their hand to pick it up. He tilted his head slightly, which caused y/n to put their head back down. Sighing, they picked it up with their mouth. Edward smiled, patting his thighs.
"Such a good puppy, come here! That was so good! Who's a good puppy?" He cooed, taking the beanie baby from their mouth and putting it back on the table.
Y/n rested their chin on his knee, a blush on their face. The praise he was giving them was gratefully accepted. Though the circumstances were humiliating, they couldn't help but feel some form of pleasure from it. Edward pet their head, trailing down and rubbing their back as they sat on their heels. They couldn't help but give into the tingling sensation, closing their eyes as they rubbed their cheek up against his sweatpants.
"Oh, is the puppy starting to like this? You've done it plenty of times before. I suppose it's just different because of how humiliating I'm making it, hm?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Hm, you really are filthy mutt, aren't you? You love being humiliated, don't you? No wonder you were soaking wet." He smirked.
Y/n couldn't contain their sexual tension anymore. They 'pawed' at his sweatpants, tugging them slightly. Edward chuckled in amusement, letting his head roll back as he did so. Looking back down at y/n, he grabbed a fistful of their hair.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I wan' it..." They mumbled, grabbing his drawstrings.
"You do, really? My, I never would have guessed by the way you're dripping down your own thigs." He mocked.
"Please!"
"But, I haven't trained you yet honey."
"Please, do it while fuck me..." They pleaded, not even talking in full sentences.
He bent over, grabbing them by the waist and lifting them on his lap. Brushing a piece of hair out of their face, he hummed. It wasn't that bad of an idea. He could tease them, please them, and make them remember that he had the control.
"What a smart puppy you are. That sounds like a great idea, sweetheart. Why don't you put a movie on, hm?"
"W-Why do we need a movie?"
"Just put one on, puppy."
Y/n listened, turning around and facing the T.V while sitting on his lap. Grabbing the remote, they tried to find a simple movie to watch. After having a little trouble deciding, they put on 101 Dalmatians.
"Look at what I put on, get it? Because y-"
Y/n was cut off by Edward picking y/n's waist up and thrusting up into them. A shrill yelp left their throat and they gripped his thighs. Edward laughed softly, rubbing their back.
"That's very cute y/n, I get it." He groaned, staying still inside of them.
"D-Daddy..." They whined.
"Here's something we can work on. Being quiet. You have a hard time using your inside voice, puppy."
"Wait..."
"Oh? But, this was your idea."
Y/n nodded.
"Are you going to let me teach you how to properly behave? If you're a fast learner I'll give you a treat that's even better than that chocolate." He cooed in their ear.
"Y-yes, sir. I'll learn!"
"Oh that's so good, very, very, good. Now, I want you to do your very best at being a quiet little puppy, ok?"
"Ok, daddy. I'll be quiet."
Edward grabbed their waist firmly, taking a deep breath. He tilted his head back, slowly fucking in and out of them. Y/n sighed and bit on their bottom lip. His pace picked up and y/n was digging their nails into his sweatpants. Edward groaned, eyes closed shut at the sensation of y/n around his dick.
"You're doing a great job, puppy. Just a little bit longer, ok? Keep that pretty muzzle shut for daddy."
Y/n released one of his thighs, clasping it over their mouth. They knew he was talking like that in hopes that they would let a moan slip, but they wanted to be a good puppy for him. They wanted to make him proud. Biting down on their fingers, y/n felt their body relax as his pace slowed and eventually came to a stop. His dick stayed inside of them, twitching every so often and stretching them out lightly.
"Well look at you, huh? You did good, honey. It's taking every fiber of my being to not...mmm."
He rubbed their back for a few seconds, letting them relax for a bit. Edward took a few deep breaths, humming to himself quietly.
"Ready, puppy? I'm going to need you to focus, ok? You get so distracted so easily. So, guess what we're going to do, my love?"
"W-What, daddy?"
"I'm going to fuck you and ask you a few math problems. You need to give me an answer within 10 seconds." He smirked.
"B-but, I hate math!" They whined as Edward spun them around to face him.
"Oh, yes, I know my sweet pet. But, sometimes we have to do things we don't like."
Edward held onto their waist once again, slowly fucking up into them. Y/n moaned softly, happy that they could finally make noise again. He thought for a moment, thinking about what questions he was going to ask them. After a minute, he looked up into y/n's eyes.
"If...I had a pie th-that was cut into 9 pieces...how many slices are 1/2 of the pie?" He asked.
"9 slices of p-pie? Fucking odd numbers...Edward these are easy fraction questions!"
"Then why haven't you answered it yet?"
Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.
"Fuck, 4 1/2? I think?"
He nodded, slowing his pace so y/n could collect themself. Humming, he rubbed their thighs with his thumbs.
"Good job. Now, what's 12x7?"
He quickened his pace once again, watching as y/n's face contorted. Letting out a shaky breath, he pinched their ass when they didn't respond.
"Shit! I was counting you dick! 84!" They yelped.
"Don't call me that but, yes. One more." He said.
His pace got even faster. A devilish smirk grew on his face. If y/n got this next question wrong, then it would be difficult for him to contain his laughter. It was so simple that it was difficult, it would throw them off. Y/n tended to overthink simple things, which is why they weren't exactly the best in math. Sure, it was cruel of Edward to make y/n answer math problems while fucking them at a cruel pace, but he couldn't help it. It was too fun.
"What is 0 divided by 1?" He asked.
"W-What? That's so easy, are you sure that's the question?" They panted.
"Yes, pet. I asked you it, now answer." He ordered, pinching their butt.
"Ow! It's too simple, you're messing with me!"
"Is it? Is it really that simple?" 5 more seconds." He smirked.
"F-Fuck...0? I don't know you're making me nervous!" They whined, covering their face with their hands.
Edward slowed down once again, cupping their face with his hands. Y/n peeked out between a gap in their fingers, looking at Edward through it. He had a proud look on his face, nodding his head enthusiastically. Y/n smiled softly.
"Yes, see! You knew the answer, you were just under pressure. But look at that, you got all the questions right in the time limit I gave you, all while you were getting fucked by me. If that's not focus, then I don't know what." He cooed.
"D-Does that mean were done?" Y/n asked happily.
"Oh no, we have one more thing to do, puppy. It's the most difficult one yet." He grinned.
"I c-can do it!"
"Mmm, I sure hope so..."
Edward turned y/n around, having them face the movie that was playing. He straightened his posture, back slightly aching from the current position he was in. His hands planted on y/n's hips, holding them in place on his lap. Letting out a sigh, he leaned forward and rested his chin on y/n's shoulder.
"We're going to work on something you're terrible at being, pet."
"W-What is that?"
"Patient. Being patient."
"What do you m-mean, sir? I'm always patient!" They groaned.
"Oh, you are most definitely not. Don't pretend like you are."
Y/n sighed, trying to focus on the movie. Edward's dicked stilled inside them. They turned around after a bit, looking at him.
"So, what are we doing?"
"You, are being patient."
"But, it's torture!"
"Well, maybe you should have thought about that earlier, hm?"
"Whatever."
"Oh here we go again with the god damn attitude! I'm getting fed up with it." He scoffed.
"Then fuck me!" They pleaded.
"And reward you for bad behavior, really? No, I think you still haven't learned anything. Perhaps I am being too gentle with the punishment..." He mumbled, lifting y/n off of his body.
Y/n whined at the loss of him inside them, crawling back to his lap. He shoved them away roughly, getting up from the couch and pulling his sweats up. Grabbing the remote, he turned the T.V off, making y/n cross their arms over his chest.
"Your lack of patience is making my own wear thin..." Edward grumbled, tossing the remote on the couch.
"I'm s-sorry, I'll be patient now. I promise!"
"No, it's apparent my punishments weren't sending a clear enough message. So, we're going to try something different."
Y/n watched as he walked into their bedroom. Hurriedly, they followed after him, standing in the doorway. Edward was hunched over their dresser, rummaging through clothing. Their heart raced as he lifted his hand up, holding something in it. Because he was facing away from them, y/n could see his shoulder blades shift as his arms moved. The subtle muscles he had in his back were flexing, making y/n weak in the knees.
(A/N: This upcoming part has Edward losing his temper, yelling, and getting carried away. Btw, y/n and Edward HAVE consented to doing stuff like this and they have a safeword, so no one is being 'overpowered' or 'forced'. Just wanted to say that in case anyone got that idea. I'd never write that stuff, that's gross asfffff! <3 Btw, for the yelling, imagine his voice when he was yelling at Batman, hehe. Ok, continue reading now!)
His knuckles were gripped around something that looked like a rope, it was hard to tell in the dimly lit room. Releasing his grip ever so slightly, he let the material unravel just barely, dangling from his hand like a pendulum. Y/n's eyes widened, following the hook at the end of the leash as it swayed. The movement was hypnotic, almost. Edward turned around, grabbing the hook and holding it in his other hand. His face was void of all expression, the only thing hinting at his frustration was his heaving chest.
"Edw-"
"Kneel."
Y/n stood there, as if they were frozen to the carpet. Edward scoffed, walking toward them and grabbed their face with his hands, shaking them briefly, yet roughly.
"God! You can't even listen to a simple fucking command! I said sit! Do you know what kneeling is, huh?!" He raised his voice.
Y/n stuttered over their words, unable to form coherent sentences. He laughed, stepping away from them. Placing his hands on top of his head, leash still firmly gripped, his laughter grew louder.
"You're not just a bitch in heat, no, you're a stupid bitch in heat! Fuck! KNEEL!" He yelled.
Instantly, y/n dropped to their knees. The heels of their feet dug into the plump of their ass, causing slight discomfort. However, the discomfort was the last thing on their mind. It was their boyfriend who was holding a leash, losing his patience above them.
"Oh look at that, it only took me saying it what, 3 times to get you to do it? You want me to praise you? Pat you on the back for getting on your knees? A fucking dog can follow orders better than you." He spat, squatting down to their level.
"I-"
"Did I ask you to speak? No. So be quiet or I'll muzzle your mouth shut! You fucking mutt!"
Y/n nodded, looking at the carpet in humiliation. God, they thought earlier was embarrassing. They were dead wrong. Even when they were supposed to be getting punished, they still toyed with him. They still tried to wiggle out of it. They still tried to get their way in it. They had pushed him past his limit, and that was very difficult to do to him. He was probably the most patient person in the world, so y/n had royally fucked up if they managed to make him mad. Edward's eyebrows were knit together, face slightly red as he brought the leash to y/n's choker. Roughly, he hooked it on the heart, instantly tugging it as he stood up. Y/n face planted on the ground, groaning as they used their arms to push themself back up. Edward yanked on the leash again, smiling when they face planted again. They stood still.
"Get up." He ordered.
Y/n shakily pushed their body up, being thrown down again by a yank. Sighing, they slowly sat up, glad that Edward didn't pull them down again. But, they spoke too soon. He wrapped the leash around his hand, tugging it towards his body. The leather choker chaffed against y/n's neck as they fell back to the carpet, knees most definitely getting rug burn.
"How does it feel to be played with, pet?" He asked.
He pulled them towards him with the leash. Y/n grabbed the choker, desperately trying to relieve themself of the tightening feeling. He stopped pulled when they were at his feet, socks matching, unlike y/n's. They sat up, looking up into his eyes. He scoffed, lifting up a leg and pressing their back down with his foot. Y/n caught themself with their hands, looking at the ground.
"I did not say you could make eye contact. Direct eye contact with dogs, especially bitches like you, can make them aggressive. Are you going to get aggressive with me, mutt? Speak." He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"N-No, sir."
"Good, because I'll be quick to put you back in your place." He seethed, pushing his heel into their back lightly.
Y/n whined, hand shaking below them and giving away. Falling to their chest, they grabbed onto the fabric of Edward's sweatpants. Kicking their hands away, he stepped back.
"Get your filthy paws off of me."
He kept hold of the leash, walking over to the bed. Y/n, having no choice, followed him on all fours. Sitting down on the bed, Edward propped his forearms on his thighs. The leash hung limply in his hand, other hand grabbing y/n's chin. Y/n whined, watching as Edward brought his hand up and pushed his glasses up. He looked like a total nerd but at the same time looked like someone who could shatter your spine over his knee.
"Open your mouth." He ordered.
Y/n did as he said, sitting on their heels with their hands planted firmly on the ground. His fingers dug roughly into the hollow part of their cheeks, forcing their mouth to remain open wide. Edward leaned forward, looking in their mouth. He was quiet, analyzing every aspect of it. The way their tongue stuck out slightly, the way their throat pulsed around absolutely nothing, and how easily his dick would glide down it. His gaze hardened, abruptly spitting in their mouth. Y/n's eyes widened, trying to close their mouth out of instinct. He kept a firm grip on their jaw though, watching as his spit slid down their throat. He shoved them back, groaning as he buried his face in his hands.
"You know, if you had just been patient, this wouldn't be happening. If you had just been the good, sweet, thing you always are, you wouldn't be in this situation."
Y/n frowned, feeling ashamed of themself.
"I have no problem with spoiling you and treating you like royalty, I love it. But, you so desperately need to learn respect, especially towards me. Because, let's face it puppy, you act like a fancy little show dog, but you're really a street dog begging for scraps. You need to learn humility, respect, obedience, and patience. I give you practically everything you want and yet, you have the audacity..."
Edward stood up, yanking the leash slightly upwards. Y/n choked, grabbing at the choker.
"THE FUCKING AUDACITY to come to my place of work, DEMANDING me to fuck you? DEMANDING me to drop everything I'm doing to satisfy your sordid desires?"
Y/n whimpered, afraid to speak without being told to. They pouted, tugging at the hook that was attached to their choker. Edward loosened his grip, letting them fall to their knees.
"I'm the one that has you collard and kneeling on the floor before me. If I felt like it, I could literally and metaphorically have you eating out of the palm of my hand. Isn't that right?" He spat.
"Y-Yes, sir. Yes, of course." They stuttered, nodding their head frantically.
Edward mocked their nodding, fake pouting as he looked at them. He stuttered, mimicking their nervousness. Y/n watched with doe eyes as the mocking evolved into laughter. It was a soft laugh, more like a chuckle as he gestured down to them.
"Look at you, leashed and cowering at my feet. What happened to the confidence? The demands?" He asked, holding up a hand to his ear.
Y/n stayed silent, a shiver going down their spine. Edward nodded, pointing at them and waving his finger, as if he figured something out. That same chilling laugh left his throat.
"Oh, yes, that's right. You won't speak unless I tell you to. Go on, tell me what happened to your cocky attitude." He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I-I, well...um..."
"Oh, come now, pet. Speak up."
"Y-You...put me in my p-place..." They mumbled.
Edward nodded his head exaggeratedly. A sickly grin tugging at his lips. Y/n panted below him, chest heaving with arousal and anticipation. He laughed loudly.
"You think this was putting you in your place? Oh, I'm not done. I was just getting you warmed up." He stated.
Edward sat back down on the bed, legs slightly spread. His hands dangled between them as his arms were propped on his legs. He hummed, eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his glasses. Clicking his tongue, he pointed his finger down.
"Lay down." He said.
Y/n hesitated for a few seconds, feeling the pit in their stomach grow larger. The heat between their legs grew stronger, making their heart race. Edward furrowed his eyebrows.
"LAY DOWN! IF I GIVE YOU AN ORDER YOU DO IT! GOD!" He yelled.
Y/n slid down, laying on their stomach. The feeling of the carpet against their bare thighs was slightly itchy. Edward nodded in approval, spinning his finger in a circle.
"Now, roll over."
Whining, y/n did as he said. The hem of their shirt rose up as they did so, revealing the bare bottom half of their body. He smiled, loving how y/n was finally listening to his instructions.
"Come."
Y/n got up on all fours, crawling over to between his feet. They once again sat on their heels, hands on their thighs. Edward shook his head, a mixture of amusement and pity on his face.
"Now beg."
Y/n looked at him, confused. He made a 'tsk' noise, grabbing a fistful of their hair. He brought their face close to the tent in his sweatpants. Y/n was so close that they could feel it twitch every so slightly against their cheek.
"Is this not what you've been wanting all day, puppy? Is this not the reason you came to my work and humiliated me? Is this not what made you a greedy, spoiled, pathetic brat? Go on, you can answer me. I'll allow it." He said in a soft casual tone, glancing around the room like what he was doing was an every day activity.
"Y-Yes, daddy. It is..."
"Ohhh, I imagine you must want it so terribly."
Y/n nodded. Edward pushed them off, their heels digging back into their plump ass. They looked up at him, making sure to not make direct eye contact. They weren't sure if he was serious about it earlier, but they weren't going to take any chances.
"Then beg for it, puppy. That is what you are, right? My puppy?"
Y/n nodded again, mouth slightly agape. He smiled, laughing softly. He was awfully enthusiastic for the situation. Y/n was trembling in front of him, thighs slick with their own arousal. And meanwhile, Edward was giddy, as if he was playing with a toy he got for his birthday.
"Then beg like my puppy. Beg for my dick."
Y/n took a deep breath, letting it out in one large exhale. They looked up with puppy dog eyes.
"P-Plea-"
"Oh dear, I think you misunderstood what I was demanding of you. You see, puppies can't talk. They whine. They whimper. And they bark. Why don't you try again? Now." His voice was bubbly, but it had a dominant tone.
Y/n's face turned beet red. Swallowing a lump in their throat, they placed their hands on his knees. Edward raised an eyebrow as y/n stuck out their bottom lip slightly, quivering. They whined, 'pawing' at his sweatpants. Y/n wiggled their ass, causing him to chuckle slightly. He put his hand on their hand, petting at their hair.
"Oh, isn't that just cute? Bark for me, hm?"
Y/n shrunk, embarrassed at the idea of them barking in front of Edward. They opened their mouth, but shut it promptly. He frowned, tutting y/n as he lightly slapped them on the cheek.
"If daddy says jump, you say 'how high?'. If daddy says run, you say 'how far?'. If daddy says bark, you..."
Y/n whimpered, closing their eyes tightly. Not wanting to think too much about it, they barked. It came out even more pathetic than they thought it would. It was shrill, shaky, and sad. Edward laughed, grabbing their face with his hands. He rubbed his thumb over their cheek, humming as he looked in their eyes.
"My, my, my, how utterly pathetic. Oh, but you did obey my orders." He said.
Y/n smiled at him, face still red from earlier.
"You look like you want a reward for your obedience. Am I right to assume that, puppy?"
Y/n nodded frantically, sitting up straight on their knees, Their hands tugged at his sweatpants, whines leaving their throat. Edward unhooked the leash that was on them, standing up. Y/n's hands fell off the fabric of his pants, watching as he put the leash back into the dresser. Every step he took made y/n's heart race faster. Stretching his arms out, he sat in bed, underneath the covers. Y/n was still kneeling on the floor.
"Remember when I said you had to learn patience, pet?" He asked, two fingers tilting their chin up.
They nodded.
"Hm, yeah."
He leaned down to their ear, fingers hooking into the choker. Edward tugged them forward, his breath fanning on their neck. Goosebumps pricked over their skin, a chill going down y/n's spine.
"Tonight, I will be sleeping soundly in our bed. But you, my pet, oh..."
Y/n's eyes widened. His lips slid down and pressed against their neck gently, trailing back up to their ear. He smirked.
"You will not get a wink of sleep. As you lay down, you'll toss and turn. I know how you are, puppy. Thoughts of me will play over and over in your head. The burning heat in that pitiful stomach of yours will grow throughout the night as you fantasize about me deep inside of you, making your body arch and your eyes roll back. In the morning, I'll wake up to you laying in a puddle of your own arousal, desperately grasping at me, hoping I'll give you a morning fuck. But, that will have to wait, won't it? After all, you need to learn patience."
Y/n sat their, eyes glazed over with desire. Edward pulled away, laying down in the bed. Leaning over, he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. He turned around, facing away from y/n.
"Your sleeping on the couch, by the way. Oh, and don't even try relieving yourself. You and I both know it won't be anywhere close to how it feels when I do it." He added, yawning.
The silence made him smirk to himself, taking off his glasses and placing it on the nightstand. Getting comfortable, he didn't bother seeing if y/n had moved.
"Good night, pet."
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BATMAN V SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE (2016). all quotes have been taken from zack snyder's batman v superman: dawn of justice (2016) both the threatrical and ultimate cuts. change pronouns and names as you see fit.
We're criminals, Alfred. We've always been criminals. Nothing's changed.
Everything's changed. Men fall from the sky, the gods hurl thunderbolts, innocents die.
That's how it starts, sir. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men... cruel.
I bet your parents taught you that you mean something, that you're here for a reason.
My parents taught me a different lesson, dying in the gutter for no reason at all... They taught me the world only makes sense if you force it to.
Civil liberties are being trampled on in your city; good people living in fear.
Don't believe everything you hear, son.
I've seen it, Mr. Wayne. He thinks he's above the law.
Most of the world doesn't share your opinion, Mr. Wayne.
Maybe it's that Gotham City and me... we just have a bad history with freaks dressed like clowns.
An alien who, if he wanted to, could burn the whole place down. There wouldn't be a damn thing we can do to stop it.
Devils don't come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky.
Still working? You're getting slow in your old age, Alfred.
It comes to us all, Master Wayne. Even you've got too old to die young, though not for lack of trying.
Twenty years in Gotham, Alfred; we've seen what promises are worth. How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way?
The world has been so caught up with what Superman can do that no one has asked what he should do.
You're not brave... men are brave. You say that you want to help people, but you can't feel their pain... their mortality... It's time you learn what it means to be a man.
Oh, I don't think you've ever known a woman like me.
You don't know me, but I've known a few women like you.
Stay down! If I wanted it, you'd be dead already!
Next time they shine your light in the sky, don't go to it. The Bat is dead. Bury it. Consider this mercy.
Tell me. Do you bleed?
In the dream, it took me to the light. A beautiful lie.
Be their hero, Clark. Be their angel, be their monument, be anything they need you to be... or be none of it. You don't owe this world a thing. You never did.
I'm older now than my father ever was. This may be the only thing I do that matters.
Twenty years of fighting criminals amounts to nothing?
Is it stealing if you steal from another thief?
A hundred years ago I walked away from mankind, from a century of horrors. Man made a world where standing together is impossible.
Men are still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
This bat vigilante has been consistently targeting the port and the adjacent projects and tenements.
Do you know the oldest lie in America, Senator? It's that power can be innocent.
It did on my world. My world doesn't exist anymore.
God versus man; day versus night; Son of Krypton versus Bat of Gotham!
You flew too close to the sun. Now look at you.
Wow. Pretty girl, bad habit. Don't quote me, alright?
You don't need to use a silver bullet. But if you forge one, you don't need to depend on the kindness of monsters.
I hope the next generation of Waynes won't inherit an empty wine cellar.
Go upstairs and socialize. Some young lady from Metropolis will make you honest.
I've killed things from other worlds before.
This thing is from another world. My world.
You were never a god. You were never even a man.
No one stays good in this world.
I'll take you in without breaking you, which is more than you deserve.
Thermal imaging is showing me two dozen hostiles on the third floor. Why don't I drop you off on the second?
've arranged for you to get a transfer to Arkham Asylum in Gotham. I still have some friends there. They're expecting you.
Ignorance is not the same as innocence.
I don't hate the sinner. I hate the sin. And yours, my friend, is existing.
Men with power obey neither policy nor principle, Miss Lane. No one is different; no one is neutral.
You must be new to "Let Them Eat Cake" beat. That is Bruce Wayne.
#rp meme#sentences memes#meme call#roleplay memes#sentence meme#( cali meme. )#rp memes#rp prompt#rp musings#roleplay prompt#roleplay meme
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Introducing Mod Jinn! 🌟 // @softpunks
Writing Mod
Pronouns: Any
Previous Projects:
Third Time's the Charm: A Tim Drake Zine: Organization & Writing Mod
The R Stands for Redemption: A Damian Wayne Zine:
Communications & Social Media
Sensational Ladies: A DC Ladies Zine: Writing Mod
Jason Todd Zine: Contributor (writing)
Gotham City: Unmasked: Contributor (writing)
5+ zines as a mod, 15+ zines as a contributor
Mod Jinn is a lover of zines, both as a moderator and a contributor!
With experience in organization, social media, and marketing, they've got more than ten zines under their belt and shares a passion for many different projects from different fandoms.
Nothing quite compares to their love for Tim Drake though!
Their favourite unhinged Tim moment is that time he tried to clone his best friend🧬
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my self-indulgent snowbaz headcanons
simon is trans (fmt) and uses he/they pronouns
baz is agender and uses any and all pronouns, they have a preference for they/ them tho
baz is demiromantic and that's why he always ever wanted to kiss si
baz is also on the asexual spec
si is demisexual, demiromantic and a demiboy
baz is a stress knitter and sews their own cloths
simon picked up crocheting as it helps with his depression and generally with his mental health
they adopted two ferrets, three cats and three dogs (no baz would never drink their pets, he was however worried at first)
baz named the ferrets gerad and frank because "snow. gerad way is a lot of things but cishet is not one of them. it's obvious they are in love lOOK AT THEM"
baz's comfort books are classics the raven cycle
simon's comfort books are all for the game
simon prefers crocheting plushies
lady ruth taught them how to crochet, knit and sew
simon learned how to make special editions of baz's books
simon has adhd and autism
baz is autistic
baz's favorite band is fall out boy, his comfort artists are luke hemmings (because he looks like simon and he understands xem) and conan gray (he's gay and depressed)
simon's fave band is 5SOS
simon usually wears merch (he also likes to steal baz's merch)
baz only wears eir merch at home
they go to concerts cause it makes them happy to be in a crow with people who understand them
baz is an english lit student
but baz is also a tattoo artist (part time) to be more independent from his family
simon loves to get tattooed by baz
simon also loves piercings
they like watching dan and phil together after a long day
even tho simon sucks at hugs he likes getting hugged but never asks for it cuz he doesn't wanna bother anyone
they both go to therapy to work through their issues
they go to pride together
when simon's overwhelmed he listens to music and pets one of the dogs
baz listened to yours 2.236 times
simon is a moodswing girlie
simon's comfort shows are gotham and criminal minds
baz's comfort shows are the big bang theory (even tho he's still pissed raj never got his coming out) and he like gotham as well
mama by mcr was baz and si's trans awakening
baz is a book hoarder collector
simon's obsessed with plushies cuz they never got ones when he was little
baz and simon binge watch early 2000 nickelodeon/ disney shows together to get their childhood back
simon is a pretty decent cook
simon has no dream career or hopes/ goals cuz they never thought he'd come this far so now they're struggling a little
baz is a plant parent
simon adopts everyone who is even slightly sad no matter if they never talk to him which can be overwhelming sometimes (baz calls him a gansey friend. everything one needs, but never care about themselves)
simon always has to listen to music, even at night, because they can't handle their thoughts so he constantly needs background noises
simon also loves luke hemmings, but he will always be a calum/ ashton girlie
baz wears make-up, jewlery and nail polish
simon occasionally lets baz do his nails
simon is obsessed with doc martens and cord trousers
simon occasionally lets baz dress him
baz likes to wear skirts and dresses
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Updated:6/29/23
My name is Delenn Parker, my pronouns are she/they.
My parents are in prison and I've been adopted by Lex Luther.
I am now the adoptive mother of @christelgothamite
I'm 20 and a vet student at Gotham University. I have a flock of crows and will occasionally get "borrowed" to treat Harley Quinn's hyenas.
I'm a reincarnated primordial godess of Magic and the reincarnation of the lady of the lake I like this now, and below is my godly form
I moved to Gotham from NoLa In middle school so when I get mad my accent shifts.
I'm now married to Red Hood and Carol Grelitia(@gotham-is-fucking-weird)
Delenn has a Vigilante persona named Nimue and that is a separate account under @nimue-of-gotham
Lex Luther is also my adoptive father
Children: Selene, Sean, Oberon, Aurora, Dimitri and Christel
Current arc: Arthur Pendragon: the original asshole
Previous Arcs:
The Corruption
Divine Judge
Missing Mother Arc
Ichor arc
Goddess arc
Nimue vs. Sisters
Timeline Fixer arc
Future arcs:
The Children of Amaiya
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a little introduction [2023]
hey, my name’s Alpurrt, otherwise known as alpurrtwhizkersss here on Tumblr :)
i decided i’d do an introduction post because i’m thinking of starting to write on here.
Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/alpurrtwhizkersss/698998070518644736/i-love-you?source=share
i’ll be writing on my own, so i don’t rely on requests but they’d be really great to recieve!
you can find my pronouns in my bio, they may change quite often so i’m not going to put them here because i can’t be bothered coming back to edit this post every week :’)
i do lots of things! my main passion is art, but i’m not sure how much of that i’ll be posting on here, so i’ll mainly be posting about my other passion, which is writing!
here’s the good bit that you all probably care about, what fandoms i write for!
okay, actually, first i’m going to tell you my rules for writing:
feel free to request things using the ask box! i’ll always have in my bio whether my requests are open or closed, and i’ll try and get to requests (if i get any) as soon as i can, but since i’m currently at school they may take a while, so please be patient with me :D
I will not write:
Smut, requests concerning serious mental disorders/issues, very dark topics, anything which could insinuate a lack of consent in a relationship, other’s OCs/self-inserts, canon ships (I only write X Readers!)
I will write:
Angst, fluff, making out, hurt/comfort, injury/violence descriptions (this does not mean self harm, I’m sorry but I don’t feel comfortable writing about this topic.), X Reader write from prompts if you give me a prompt and a character, platonic!reader, familial relationship!reader (NOT ROMANTIC) and LGBT+!Reader/Ships!
If you have any questions about these rules/want to clear anything up, drop me an ask!
NOW! Fandoms I write for (With the characters!)
Star Wars:
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Han Solo, Leia Organa-Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Lando Calrissian, Satine Kryze- All of the clones, I’ll really write for anyone from Star Wars, apart from Rebels- since I haven’t seen that yet! But I will update you all when I have :)
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Shang Chi, Katy Chen, pretty much all of the Eternals apart from Sprite, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Foggy Nelson, and Matt Murdock.
I will write for pretty much every X-Men character, I also write for the Fantastic 4 :)
DC:
I write for Gotham as well as other DC canons, so literally send ‘em all in, but if you want specifics:
Every Young Justice character, the entire Batfamily (Damian is questionable, depends what the request entails.), most villains apart from The Joker, most Arrowverse characters, characters from the Sandman, The Suicide Squad (2021), Peacemaker, and John Constantine. There’s probably many more I haven’t thought of, so like I said, just send them all in to me :)
Resident Evil:
Leon S Kennedy, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, William Birkin, Annette Birkin, Sherry Birkin, Jake Mueller, Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Rose Winters, Joseph Frost, Richard Aikens, Forest Speyer, Luis Sera, Ashley Graham.
Finally, we have some other fandoms that I write for but that aren’t my mains! I won’t be listing names of characters I write for these fandoms so just send a request in and I’ll likely do it :)
Lord Of The Rings
Star Trek
Doctor Who
His Dark Materials (I won’t write for Lyra unless she’s older)
Criminal Minds
The Lost Boys
BBC Ghosts
Supernatural
The Umbrella Academy
The Matrix
RDR2
Final Fantasy 7
Harry Potter/Marauders
Power Rangers
TMNT
Les Miserables
Nancy Drew Video Games
The Hardy Boys
Assassin’s Creed
Stranger Things
It (2017/19)
The Walking Dead
James Bond (PLEASE SOMEBODY ASK ME TO WRITE FOR THESE MOVIES I’M LITERALLY BEGGING)
Dirk Gentley’s Holistic Detective Agency
Six of Crows
Hannibal
Newsies
The Walking Dead
helplines:
America:
https://www.apa.org/topics/crisis-hotlines
Britain:
https://www.centreformentalhealth.org.uk/helplines-and-crisis-contacts#:~:text=If%20you're%20in%20crisis,line%20%2D%20text%20SHOUT%20to%2085258
#fanfiction#writer#writers#writers on tumblr#introduction post#send me requests#please i need inspiration#x reader
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Who raised these Bad# Kids?!
Part 1
(You are the daughter of Bruce Wayne. (She/ her pronouns) And Selena Kyle.. Knowing she couldn’t take care of you and deciding not to let your father know she drops you off at a orphanage little ways from Gotham hoping to keep you safe and have a fulfilling life… if only she knew you would be popping up in a few years time. If you don’t like they way I picture the appearance then I’m srry gang 🤷♀️) (Tw kinda graphic scene towards the end)
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Master list
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How had things come to this?
Of course she and the bats had been messing around but this? A little unexpected.
A million and one thoughts ran through Selena Kyle’s mind as she held up the positive test. He couldn’t know. The dark brooding superhero being a caring father? Look at his sons for Christ sake.
So as the months past and her stomach grew. Time was running out. So she did what she thought was best for her child’s future.
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Rushing steps could be heard on a rainy night as a hooded woman holding a basket pounds a door before quickly picking up the infant from the basket, kissing them before setting them down.
As she heard footsteps approach the door she quickly made he way into the shadows as a soft looking woman opened the door.
The woman looked around into the darkness before noticing a bundle on the porch. She gasped before gently picking it up and held it close. Who did this? She searched for clues in the basket but the only thing she could find was a small notecard that had the word ‘Name’ on it.
Looking out into the rain one last time she took the infant and retreated into the safe haven of the orphanage.
Did Selena do the right thing? Watching her baby get taken was like a knife cutting her but what choice did she have. She couldn’t go to Bruce with you and she sure as hell couldn’t care for you properly. She just wishes you could have a safe life.
As the hooded woman lifted her lid revealing her face she couldn’t stop the tear drop that fell from her eye. She did this for you. And with that she made her way back to her motorcycle to speed of in direction of Gotham. Leaving most of her heart at the orphanage.
- - -
“Straight lines children. Unruly behavior deserves no dinner.” A old lady scolded the orphans.
4 years had past since the day -Name- was dropped off at the orphanage. Now older could see she had lushes curly brown hair like her parents and (e/c) eyes.
Quickly getting into the line she stood still knowing if she moved an inch they might not get fed that night.
As the lines moved up she could only waft the scent of Ms. Edith’s soup causing her to drill a little. Ms. Edith was like a mother to the children.
Having been the one to open the door that rainy evening, she had made a permanent mark on the little girl.
‘Only a little more’ the girl grinned but was suddenly knocked out of the line by an older kid who only smirked before taking her place.
Just when she was about to argue she heard the voice of the dean.
“Out of line? Did I not specifically say that out of order means no dinner? You are excused” The stern lady bellowed.
“They pushed m-“ the girl tried to make the dean reconsider but it only made her situation worse.
“I don’t argue with children. It’s either you go to your dorm or you don’t eat tomorrow either.” The Dean angrily said as her eyebrows burrowed.
“Am I understood.” Damn she went there. That’s crazy. Does she respond and let her have it or-
“I said am I understood. I don’t like repeating myself little girl.” Shoot was too late she went for it again.
“Understood.” The girl muttered
“You understand who?” Nah she’s clearly enjoying this.
“Understood Ms. Hanford”. She spoke before slyly saying “more like Hagford”
Unfortunately that didn’t miss the old lady’s ears.
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No dinner for a week. I mean some of the kids thought she had it coming. Exposed to so much so young the girl had a big mouth with no zipper on it.
And to the deans eyes maybe no food would give her some manners.
So she sulked in the room as her stomach growled as she heard the laughter downstairs. Screw them.
“Psst.. you in here?” A soft voice called. The sulking child look up to see a girl her age with braids with cure pins and overalls on holding a plate.
“I brought you some food..” she said shyly as she held what looked like to be her own food. She sat down before sliding the plate over carefully.
Was she an Angel?
“I’m melody.” She smiled at her.
“-Name-” the girl replied. The younger girl already having her respect.
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There was a system in this run down orphanage.
Three strikes and your out.
And -Name- Was already on two.
One for fighting a kid that hurt melody. And two for her bad behavior and profound mouth towards the staff.
The poor girl was on thin ice, and as much as she had the urge to bash a kids head in.
If she got kicked out there would be nobody left to stand up for Melody. And overtime the girl became family to her, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she left the only person that cared for her.
So that brings us to this situation…
It was well said that most of the kids didn’t like -Name- the rascal had made a reputation among her peers and today was the day they put it to an end.
The plan was flawless. They even had some of the staff in on it. The nerve!?
Step one:
During play time they would mess with melody with the staff turning a blind eye. Taunting her, throwing stuff at her.
Then the beast comes in. Fights them. Then it’s strike three. Bye bye! They could already feel the rejoicing cheers as they watch the unhinged girl get kicked out. Should they preorder drinks?
The plan started out as the group approached the poor girl.
“Hey pinkey” one of the children shouted before throwing a ball at her hitting her straight in the head. Damn these bitches had aim.
The girl yelped as her body made contact with the concrete. The nearby kids winced, just the sound of it felt painful but they knew better than to get involved.
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“I’m sorry -Name- there isn’t much I can do you have one last chance..” Ms. Edith’s voice sounded through her office.
Bless her souls the lady tried to pull every string she could to help the child in her office but no luck. Everything zoned back to her superior. Ms. Hanford.
Before the woman could continue speaking the commotion outside her window became more evident.
Cheering as a small circle could be seen jumping someone. And as she tried to look closer to the center she could see familiar pins.
“Melody!” She sprung out of Ms. Edith’s office paying no mind to the pleads of her to come back.
She sprinted as fast as her tiny legs would Cary her to the courtyard as the pile of kids became closer.
She clawed her way into the center. (Literally girlie was out here scratching her way thru :O) before reaching the shaking girl and pulling her out.
As she eyes Melody you could see she was roughed up badly. What asshole decided to mess with her.
But then it all clicked. These bitches were driving her out. And there it stood.
Step two: corner the evil incarnate.
Yeah pre order the drinks!
You were cornered you admit it. What a pickle. You braved the worst as you felt the footsteps draw near you protected melody with your body ready to brave the worst.
When all of a sudden someone punched the ringleader right in their face.
Huh!? Ladies and gentlemen look at this turn of events the new child to the orphanage is.. Beating the courtyard weasels up? Grab your popcorn and drinks fellas.
The girls look up to see a slightly older boy than them with black shaggy hair and baggy clothes fist fight the kid that was torturing Mel.
And he was winning.
And what do you do when your side of the wrestling match is winning?
You act like your their 1# fan.
“Beat him up!” -Name- shouted as their savior pounded the poor kids nose while simultaneously covering Melody’s eyes from the sight. ‘Damn gangs got pent up anger.’
They continued cheering turned into slight fear as you could clearly hear how he was stomping on one of the kids leg.
“Shit bru he’s gonna get kicked out and he just got here. That wild.” -Name- spoke quietly while looking at the sight of the kids crying.
“What’s going on? Are we ok?” Mel’s tired voice sounded knowing not of the scene.
Just at the question the boy walked over to the girls.
“Are you guys ok?” He asked concerned.
I think it safe to say the canceled the pre order of drinks.
- - -
God damnit.
All five kids sat in the waiting room to Dean Hagfords office.
Before that the children injured were bandaged up. But not mentally as you look to the side to see the two kids sitting close together in fear.
“Thank you for helping us.. but that means your gonna get in trouble” Melody spoke in fear of not for herself but for the boy that helped them.
Ms Hanford was not one to be played with. -Name- Could contest to that by how many times she was sent to her office.
“Don’t worry about that, anyways I never got your names” he inquired.
“Melody! But you can call me Melly” the cheerful girl replied already considering him as her friend.. she was just like that.
“That was pretty cool back there. My name is -Name-“ you remarked proudly. Of course you already respected him but you weren’t going to admit that with you big ego self.
“Why thank you” he said dramatically bowing his head.
“My name is Shayne” he announced before Melody started piecing together random words that sounding like Shayne’s name before coming to a resolve.
“Oo! I got it. Shay Shay!” She bounced happily. The two looked at Melly. Then each other before bursting out in laughter.
But there fun was soon extinguished when the door to Ms. Hanford’s office swung open revealing a gloomy Ms. Edith and a raging Hag.
Oh boy they were in for it.
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To be continued
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ꗃ ming xi, twenty-nine, cis female, she/her, dc . gotham's got itself a new challenger, koriand’r. they consider themselves a hero and go under the name of starfire. they're known for their superhuman / alien strength and durability , flight , lingustic assimilation , star bolts , energy absorption. this song, angel eyes by the jeff healey band , always seems to be playing when they're around. goes hand in hand with their + enthusiastic and - naive personality. they kind of remind me of glowing green emerald eyes that light up any shadow , a laugh that radiates harmony , wide-eyed appreciation for all a planet offers , longing glances to the constellations above and a smile that beams from every angle.
— 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘚 .
full name: koriand’r
nicknames / titles: starfire , crown princess koriand’r , kory anders
gender: cis female
pronouns: she / her
sexuality: pansexual
height: 6′4
aesthetics: glowing green emerald eyes that light up any shadow , a laugh that radiates harmony , wide-eyed appreciation for all a planet offers , longing glances to the constellations above and a smile that beams from every angle.
age: twenty - nine
date of birth: november 11th .
zodiac sign: scorpio
residence: tba .
occupation: classified .
— 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘊 .
the love of my life . omg my sweet lady .
SILKIE !!!!! IS HERE
ok i had this whole teen titans phase so that’s just getting brought in again . she’s mostly based on that .
literally she’s ur best friend . no she is . i’m bringing that full tameranean lingo .
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Could You Say You Even Tried? (You Haven't Called Your Family Twice)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KCE4mgM
by Rottenest
There's a message for him somewhere in there. And since he can't seem to get any more clues from the comfort of Wayne Family Manor, Tim Drake decides to go straight to the source: Amity Park, Illinois.
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The 5 year anniversary of faking his own death was coming up on Danny, and the 2 year one of becoming a halfa. He's lived in Amity Park comfortably for all of the years, without trouble from the group of bats he'd left behind in Gotham. So why does Mr. Lancer keep talking about an exchange student from Gotham City, and why did CW's message say something about Robins?
Words: 3094, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics), Danny Phantom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray, Wesley Weston, Dash Baxter, lady gotham
Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton/Wesley Weston, In the background
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, do i even need to tag that?, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Ghost King Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton are the same person, Canonical Character Death, for Danny and Jaosn, no beta we die like danny, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Batfamily (DCU), Meta Wesley Weston, Sam Manson Has Plant Powers, Pharaoh Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray Knows Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, Valerie Grey has her identity public, Tim Drake Has ADHD, Clockwork is a Little Shit (Danny Phantom), Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Sibling Bonding, Amity Park Is Strange (Danny Phantom), slips in Bigender Danny Fenton headcanon, Undercover, sorta - Freeform, Codes & Ciphers
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KCE4mgM
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Is that [Lily-Rose Depp]? No, that’s [Dinah Lance], AKA [Black Canary]! [she] appears to be [26]. [she] has the abilities of [canary cry, master martial artist, armed/unarmed combatant, acrobatics/parkour] which makes them a powerful [hero].
CHARACTER BASICS
CHARACTER’S FULL NAME: Dinah Laurel Lance
NICKNAMES: Pretty Bird, Di, Canary, Songbird.
MEANING OF NAME: Justified
AGE: 26
ZODIAC: Leo
SUPERPOWER: Canary Cry
ALIAS: Black Canary
NATIONALITY / SPECIES: American / Metahuman
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Chinese, Mandarin, Japanese.
ORIENTATION: bisexual
PRONOUNS: she/her
PERSONALITY
GOOD PERSONALITY TRAITS: compassionate, protective, adventurous, idealistic
BAD PERSONALITY TRAITS: jaded, vengeful, reckless, stubborn
PERSONALITY TYPE: ESFJ
ARCHETYPE: The Consul
GOALS/DESIRES: to continue fighting crime as Black Canary. To one day retire safely.
FEARS: to end up like her parents due to her career of choice.
WHAT WOULD MOST THROW THIS CHARACTER’S LIFE INTO COMPLETE TURMOIL: losing a loved one due to her own mistakes.
CHARACTER’S SOFT SPOT: robin hood types, Italian food.
HOBBIES: shopping, working on her motorcycle, singing, training.
HABITS: N/A
PAST
HOMETOWN: Gotham City
CHILDHOOD: Dinah Lance was born to Dinah Drake and Larry Lance. Her father a Gotham Detective and her mother is the original Black Canary and part of the Justice Society, Dinah was always around heroes. However, there was a strain in her childhood as her father was killed on the job, her metagene activated uncontrollably and her mother was against her becoming the new Black Canary.
EDUCATION: American High School Education; further teaching from Ted Grant, Richard Dragon and Lady Shiva.
FAMILY
PARTNER: n/a
CHILDREN: n/a
MOTHER: Dinah Drake Lance
RELATIONSHIP: Dinah Sr and Dinah Jr have a difficult relationship. Though she idolized her mother, she also resented her absence due to being a vigilante. It wasn't until her metagene activated when she was a teenager she thought she could be a vigilante herself but her mother was set against it, especially after her father passed away. The two would often bicker about it, with Dinah wanting to show she could do this while Dinah Sr believed that the world of crime fighting had gotten considerably darker. After her mother was injured and died on the job, Dinah decided to take on the mantle of the Black Canary to honor her mother at 18 years old.
FATHER: Larry Lance
RELATIONSHIP: Dinah and her father was close though, much like her father, as she grew up, she began to resent the time away from home. It seemed her parents were often more interested in the streets of Gotham than her. However, it wasn't until he was murdered in a shoot-out when she was 13 that she truly regretted her feelings of anger toward him. Before his murder, Dinah did want to be a cop like her father until her metagene activated.
FATHER-FIGURE: Ted Grant
RELATIONSHIP: Ted Grant adopted Dinah after the passing of her parents. He was the one who guided Dinah when her metagene activated and after she declared her wanting to take on the mantle of the Black Canary, Ted was the one who taught her how to fight. How to operate on the streets and to be effective as well as getting up after she took a blow. Dinah holds a great amount of respect for him.
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Dinah Lance was born with justice running through her veins. Her father was Gotham Detective, Larry Lance and her mother were Dinah Drake Lance, who was turned down by the GCPD and instead took her training to the streets as a vigilante in Gotham. Her mother also ran a florist. She was also raised around her mother’s friend and sometimes partner Ted Grant built a special bond with him after her father passed away from cancer. Despite her fascination with heroics, she began to resent her mother more due to her missing out on things in her life due to her commitment to crime-fighting. The fact her mother didn’t want Dinah going out there and into the same business only spurred her on more.
She took things into her own hands, taking a strong interest in athletics and signing up for Judo lessons which her mother promptly stopped when she found out despite Ted insisting that Dinah was a natural. Dinah eventually convinced Ted to train who taught her self-defense techniques before she convinced him to up the training to more extreme measures to get her fighting ready. As a teenager, her metagene activated and with no control, Dinah heavily damaged the school she was attending in Gotham. Her mother agreed to let Ted help train her scream if it meant Dinah could live a normal life. Dinah shared a touching moment with her mother who agreed to hang up her costume and retire from the crime-fighting business. However, she was killed on her last job which devastated Dinah.
Adopted by Ted Grant, Dinah continued training with him and by the age of 18, she went out on the streets of Gotham as a vigilante. Wearing a costume inspired by her mother, she ran out there in heels, fishnets, a black bodice, jacket, and mask. Ted insisted that she was not ready but came back, bruised and hurt, but with the crooks in way worse shape behind her. However, Dinah was struggling to make a name for herself in Gotham and she had too many close calls with deadly situations. Her mother was right in that the crime in Gotham truly had changed.
Selling the family florist business that truly was on its last leg, Dinah bid farewell to Gotham and decided that she would take a gap year traveling East Asia before returning to simply live a normal life. It was in Japan she met Richard Dragon who gave her brutal tutelage on how to fight, almost killing her several times. It was here Dinah really upped the ante of her fighting skills and she also met someone who would become her rival, Lady Shiva. Learning from both of them as well as holding onto Ted’s teachings, Dinah felt like she now truly had the skill to make a difference.
When moving back, Dinah decided to not settle for Gotham City. She had heard the news of a vigilante running around there and how crazy things had gotten. That and Gotham had taken her mother and father from her and there was no way she was going to let Gotham take her.
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Heather Mills
Name: Heather Mills
Gender/Pronouns: Female; She/Her
Age: 35
Birthday: June 16th
Nationality: American
Birthplace: Raleigh, North Carolina
Current Residence: Gibsonton, Florida
Occupation: Nurse
Height: 5 ft. 4 in.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fandom: Triple Frontier
FC: Alona Tal
Brief Background: Heather was the youngest of three children, named after her paternal grandmother. Her older brothers were twins. Chase and Tucker were always very protective of her, taught her how to fight, and the three of them were as thick as thieves.
Ever since she was a child, she wanted to be a nurse, believing she would be since she would get to be more hands on with her patients. During her senior year, she got married to her college sweetheart, Greg. Sadly, even though she accomplished her dream of becoming a registered nurse, tragedy stuck in her life three years later.
Her brothers joined the army after graduating from high school. Tucker died during his deployment to Iraq...and Greg, after getting arrested for a DUI, was fired from his job and became abusive.
Chase had moved down to Florida, and after a particularly bad fight with her husband, Heather called up her big brother, sobbing. He immediately made the drive back up to North Carolina to get her.
Heather went back to using her maiden name socially as she never legally changed it. She lives in the same apartment complex as Chase, but she has her own apartment. She has a chocolate lab named Oreo.
Personality: Slightly guarded, a little slow to trust on a personal level, and private about her life before moving down to Florida, but she has a heart of gold, very compassionate, and nurturing. She is known for having a very warm and gentle bedside manner.
Likes: 80′s/90′s pop music, popcorn, fish tacos, weekend hangouts with her brother, taking Oreo out for walks at the park, rom-com and action comedy movies, puppies, and decorating for holidays.
Dislikes: Cigarette smoke, Fireball whiskey, vodka, watermelon, excess drunkenness, anti-vaxxers, being cold, metal music, Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy and movies/books similar.
Random Headcanons:
- She has a purple-and-pink butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder, in memory of when her grandmother passed away. Though her tattoo is purple and pink, her favorite color is seafoam green.
- She is allergic to cinnamon.
- Her favorite sport is soccer.
- She loves karaoke. She especially loves busting out 80's power ballads. She is a decent singer.
- Her first concert was The Backstreet Boys. Her brothers took her for her birthday.
- Her favorite movies are Lady and the Tramp, Clue, and Romancing the Stone.
- Having patched up and seen too many dead bodies from motorcycle accidents has made her decide never to ride one herself.
[Other established verses below cut]
MARVEL/MCU VERSE
Heather works in Medical at Shield HQ in New York. She transferred there from the Triskelion after her brothers' received their military orders to move to New York (reporting at Fort Hamilton). and to get away from her stalker ex-boyfriend, who worked in the FBI.
DC NURSE
Heather works as a registered nurse at Gotham General Hospital, where she born and raised. Her brothers, after completing their service in the army, joined up with A.R.G.U.S.
PACIFIC RIM VERSE
Heather is the younger sister of Tucker and Chase Mills, a jaeger-pilot duo from the States. She was working as an E.R. nurse when they moved to Hong Kong to the Shatterdome. After Tucker's death during a kaiju attack, Chase stayed on as an instructor, with Heather working with the medical staff.
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As an italian, watching Gotham sometimes can be a big "ugh". Don't misunderstand me, Gotham has far from the only bad or the worst representation of italian culture or, to be more honest, italian mafia. I usually try to avoid foreign products that treat these themes, but watching Gotham is a sacrifice I am willing to make if it means I get to see Oswald Cobblepot.
At this point, just to heal my soul and cope with some of the things I see in the show, I pretend every single "italian" character in Gotham is just pretending to be italian because they think the other Gotham criminals will find them more scary and will respect them more. They don't know much about Italian culture, but other criminals in Gotham know even less.
Carmine Falcone is at least a character I can see being raised. And I say "raised" and not simply "be" because personally, if he actually lived in Italy, I don't think he'd accept his name to be costantly mispronounced. In the show they call him in a way that sounds like "Car" and the word "mine". In italian his name sounds a bit more like "Car", "me" (like the personal pronoun), "ne" (like in the word nepotism).
Carmine, prounced like Car-me-ne.
Like okay they also slander his surname by not pronouncing the last "e" (it would be Falco-ne, with the same "ne" pronunciation as before), but mispronouncing his first name is like a personal thing, it's on a different level.
I fully believe Maroni is NOT italian and literally just pretending to be to appear more imposing. First of all, he has the vibes of someone who'd do something like that. Second, his favourite liquor is an italian delicacy called Madre de Dios?????? SIR THAT'S SPANISH. EXACTLY WHO WOULD CALL IT LIKE THAT, IN ITALY. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING YOU SAID IT'S FROM AN OLD CONVENT OF ITALIAN MONKS???? LIKE IT'S NOT EVEN SOME NEW ALCOHOL BRAND TRYNG BE COOL WITH FOREIGN NAMES?????
Italy has historically been through many dominations from other countries, also Spain; I am not saying it's impossible that there is an italian liquor with that name, but it is highly improbable.
And, if you think about my perspective, isn't it funny to think Maroni is straight up pretending to be italian and everybody is falling for that shit, like Oswald Cobblepot freaking buys a bottle of Madre De Dios thinking he is so smart because he did his homework on Maroni's tastes but he didn't manage to notice Madre De Dios are spanish words???? In America, in which Spanish is supposed to be the second language???? No shade to Gotham I just think my interpretation of the show is funnier and cooler plus culturally accurate.
And then, look.
Italian surnames can be strange. Even names. Names can be weird in every language. There are people in English called Dick, which we all know also means penis.
So, I am not saying it's not realistic, but I am saying it is funny the word "Maroni", in some italian dialect, means testicles. I am not saying it's an impossible surname to have, I am saying it's funnier, for me, to think this guy had to choose a false italian surname and accidentally chose a word for "testicles".
I am still watching the show, so I still have to see this Sofia Falcone people talk about, but for now there is just one person who passes the italian test, one character I can say "yep, she's italian".
And it's the lady who owns the bar is which Oswald organized the fake assassination of Maroni. The lady for which Oswald "lose the fingers" of the guitarist who was dating her niece.
She is the only truly italian character, and when Oswald tries to buy her place she says in Italian something like "Questo è pazzo", which translates in "This one is crazy".
She is the only character I would confirm to be 100% italian. The rest? It's all marketing, like the Victoria's Secret scam (which, if you know about, it either means you're really into fashion or, hey, when's the last time you rewatched The Social Network?).
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WARNING!!! Do not follow if you are under the age of 18! Most of my writing contains nsft content!!
About the Author
Hello, I'm Angel/Anders! I'm in my early 20's and I use all pronouns (though I do prefer bun/bunself pronouns most of the time) I am happily taken (sorry ladies lol) and have three lovely partners whom iI love very much. I'm not super active on social media and I tend to forget I even have it sometimes so I'm really hoping I can actually maintain this blog. I have only just recently gotten back into writing and I've been having a lot of fun with it (special thanks to my gf for convincing me to get back into writing). I am also an artist so i'll probably post art periodically along with my fics! Feel free to pop in and say hello or ask questions if you'd like, I can't promise a speedy reply but I'll do my very best to get back to you when I can!
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Dano!Riddler (Batman 2022) !!
Clever Girl - Edward Nashton x Waitress! AFAB! Reader
(Takes place prior to the start of Batman 2022 )
Edward starts visiting a local Diner in Gotham where he meets a pretty waitress who he quickly becomes obsessed with. Edward is a total creep but honestly the reader is kinda fucked up to so they belong together <3
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Little Miss Loser - Dwayne Hoover x AFAB!Reader
Reader is Dwayne's best friend joins the hoover family on their road trip to California. Frank plays match maker for his nephew. Grandpa Edwin is a menace to society. Olive wonders why the reader isn't Dwayne's girlfriend. Richard is a shit head and Sheryl really deserves a vacation. Dwayne and Reader struggle to understand and come to terms with their mutual feelings towards one another. Lots of tooth rotting fluff!
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Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks)
The Perfect Girl - Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks) x AFAB!Reader !!
(Inspired by the scene towards the end of the movie ruby Sparks where Calvin tells Ruby she isn't real.)
Reader takes the place of Ruby in the scene and rather than letting her go once he realizes she is slipping away from him, Calvin decides to try controlling her in a very different way. Contains NSFT content involving non-con/dub-con elements!
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Klitz With a K - Fuckboy!Klitz x AFAB!Reader !!
KIitz and reader went to highschool together and Reader had the biggest crush on him. She thought the crush would go away once she graduated. Instead she has to confront her feelings head on when she meets Klitz again at a college party. It certainly doesn't help that Klitz has become a total fuckboy and he's intent on adding her to the list of girl's he's managed to bed. She can't even decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he doesn't remember her from High school. Either way she wants him bad.
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Oo, could I request some Dano!Riddler x Reader? With a first kiss or first date scenario? If not, no worries. Take care and have a great day! 💖
I had a lot of fun with this, thank you for requesting 💚
WC: 1.8k
(reader wears heels and makeup but is never referred to by gendered pronouns)
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Edward had been frozen in place in front of the navy blue door for almost 10 minutes now. The paint was chipping and there was a footprint in the centre, like someone had tried to kick the door down. And he couldn’t even bring himself to knock. He wondered for a second how the people of this city had become so terrible, so violent.
He could hear music coming from inside the apartment, some old rock song he vaguely remembered hearing on the radio before. He heard you walking around, presumably getting ready for the date he had asked you on. The date that you had, for some reason unbeknownst to him, said yes to.
He had tried endlessly to figure out why you had agreed to go out with him, but it was a riddle that Edward couldn’t wrap his mind around, he just couldn’t come up with an answer. He hardly considered himself a catch. He was weird, obsessed with his riddles and puzzles, a true loner. He really didn’t see why you would ever agree to go out with him.
Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was 7pm; the time he had agreed to meet you at your apartment. He raised his fist tentatively and knocked softly, as though hoping you wouldn’t hear him. He heard the music stop and your footsteps approaching the door. When it swung open, his heart lurched in his chest.
You looked so beautiful. You were dressed nicely, elegant but still casual, jeans and a fancy blouse with heeled boots. You were even wearing makeup. Edward suddenly felt self-conscious in his shirt and raincoat.
“Hey, Eddie!” You chirped, grabbing your bag and coat from the hanger beside the door, before closing and locking your apartment behind you.
“H-hi, you look, um…nice.” Edward inwardly cringed. Nice? You looked better than nice. He thought that the word for how beautiful you looked hadn’t even been invented yet.
“Thank you,” you beamed at him, and he had to look away. He thought he might cry if you smiled at him like that again.
“So, where are we going, Eddie?” You asked him as you started walking down the hallway to the elevator.
“There’s, um, an Italian place n-nearby, if that’s okay with you,” His voice tapered off, and you nodded eagerly.
“Sounds great!” He couldn’t believe your enthusiasm.
You chatted casually as you made your way out of your apartment building, Edward even managed to respond to some of your comments without feeling like an idiot. The streets of Gotham were quiet tonight, for a Friday. He supposed that most of the party-goers were already inside the Iceberg Lounge. The rain that plagued Gotham had stopped, miraculously, but puddles were still scattered across the pavement. He thought for a second of the old romance movies he had seen, that trope where a gentleman would lay his coat down in the puddle for his lady friend to walk over. He had never understood that before. Now, Edward was willing to lay down in the puddle himself if it would make you happy.
When they had reached the restaurant, Edward was relieved to find it quiet, only three other tables were occupied. The waitress seated you in a small booth in the corner, and Edward caught the smile on your face; where you as pleased about the privacy of the table as he was? He waited until you sat down, then seated himself a respectful distance from you.
When the waitress left the table, you looked around; it was a nice restaurant, but still relaxed enough to help you feel comfortable. The lights were dimmed, lending the room an air of romance.
“This place is nice…” you muttered, almost to yourself. Edward let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding. He had been trying to impress you with the restaurant, though he would never admit it.
“Yeah…I walk past everyday, on my way to work.” He said.
“Oh? Where do you work?” You asked. He wondered if you were actually interested or just making conversation.
“KTMJ. Forensic accountant.” He answered.
“Oh, cool.” You laughed a little. “I was never very good at maths. Better with words, I suppose.” Edward hated words. Unless you were speaking them.
“What about you?” He asked. Of course, he already knew.
“I’m a teacher at Gotham City High School, I teach Literature.”
“Sounds…boring,” he replied. You laughed then, and he was ecstatic. The sound of your laughter rang in his ears and he was desperate to hear it again.
“It’s not that bad, really. I think the kids I teach agree with you though,” you admitted.
“I’m sure you’re a great teacher,” he said, because he knew that you were. You were better than any of the teachers he had had. You smiled at him shyly.
“Thanks, Eddie,” you said quietly. Before either of them could say anything more, the waitress returned to take your drinks order.
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Edward couldn’t help but marvel at how easily the conversation was flowing throughout the date. They talked about everything and nothing, he learned things about you that he would never have been able to from behind a computer screen. He had even made you laugh a few times, and each time he watched in awe, trying to memorise the way your nose crinkled and eyes lit up.
By the time you had both ordered dessert, you had moved closer and closer to him until you were almost touching. His heart was racing, he knew if he moved his arm just a little you would touch.
“So, did you grow up in Gotham?” You asked suddenly, and Edward’s heart started beating impossibly faster. The one topic he was hoping wouldn’t come up. He nodded.
“You?” He mumbled.
“No, just moved here two years ago.” You answered.
“Why?” he question fell from his lips on impulse. Why on earth would anyone want to move to Gotham? Gotham was a place you wanted to move out of, not into.
You pulled away a little then, grabbing your drink and taking a sip.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry,” he began, panicked.
“No, it’s fine, just, it was family problems, that’s why I moved away, and Gotham was cheap and there was a job opening so this is where I ended up,” You explained, and Edward knew that you didn’t want to talk about what ‘family problems’ meant right now.
“Anyway, what about you? What’s your story, Eddie?” You nudged him with your elbow, and Edward could feel the heat grow in his face. He looked away.
“I grew up in Gotham Orphanage. Left the day I turned 18.” Burnt it down a couple of years ago, he added in his head.
“Oh, Eddie,” you murmured, reaching to hold his hand in yours. “I’m sorry.” The feeling of your skin on his was electrifying, so soft and warm. He could barely think straight with you so close, and so beautiful.
He looked down at you, and saw you already looking up at him. Your eyes were so bright, and your lips slightly parted. He noticed you look down at his own lips, and his mind raced in a mixture of panic and excitement. You were closer now, almost pressed against his side, your faces were just inches apart, and he couldn’t tell who had leaned into who. His heart hammered in his chest, he was sure you could hear it, you were so close, he could practically feel your breath on his face…
“Alright, here’s yo-“ the waitress had shown up with their desserts, right as their faces were just inches apart. Edward jumped a little and drew back from you quickly. The waitress, plainly holding back giggles, apologised, placed their dishes on the table, and quickly retreated. You and Edward were both blushing furiously, but when your eyes met his you couldn’t hold back the giggles that spilled out. He couldn’t help but laugh with you.
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When you were ready to leave after dessert and another drink, Edward insisted on walking you home.
“It’s not safe for you to walk alone.” He said, and you knew he was right.
“My knight in shining armour had better help me get home then,” you half-joked, an Edward’s chest swelled with pride at the thought that you trusted him to look after you. You had no idea of the type of things he would do to protect you.
When you stepped outside the restaurant, the cold night air wrenched a shiver from you. You clutched your jacket tighter, and Edward knew what the right thing to do was. He wasn’t an idiot. He gave you his coat. You pulled it over your shoulders and relished in the warmth it provided. You threaded your fingers into his and stayed close to his side as you started walking.
His chest felt like it may explode, he was so ecstatic that tonight had gone well. The conversation had flowed so well for hours, he hadn’t made a total fool of himself, and most importantly, you really seemed to enjoy yourself. It didn’t make sense to him, but he wasn’t going to start questioning it. Not when you looked so perfect, clinging to him and wearing his coat.
When you reached your apartment, you opened the door before turning to face him.
“I’ve had an amazing time tonight, Eddie,” You told him, and he matched your own smile with one of his own.
“Me too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at the floor as you stepped towards him.
“I wish the waitress hadn’t interrupted us, though,” you said. His eyes widened and his breathing hitched.
“M-me too,” he said again, and you giggled.
Then, your hand was on his cheek and your lips were on his. He froze for a second, and then you pulled away, far too quickly, looking at him as if to gauge his reaction.
His hand found your waist and he pulled you back to him, and your lips connected again, this time with more enthusiasm. One hand gripped your waist while the other found it’s way to your hair, fingers tangling into the strands. Your hands cupped his face, and your lips moved together in a perfect rhythm that felt like they had practiced hundreds of times.
When you finally separated, he looked at you, noticing your red lips and flushed cheeks, the way you looked up at him breathlessly. You stepped back, grinning, and shrugged his coat off your shoulders before handing it to him.
“Goodnight, Eddie.” You said softly, before entering your apartment. Edward stayed there for a few moments after the door had closed behind you, before turning and walking towards the elevators, the image of you breathless and flustered from his kiss still flashing before his eyes.
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damned emerald dress (b.w)
summary: after your college graduation you settle back down into your hometown, unaware of all the new found changes to the city. you realized just how bad things had gotten at the end of the night.
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battinson!bruce wayne x reader
warnings: mentions of violence, attempted robbery, batman beating the shit outta the bad guys, use of female pronouns!
the sunset settles throughout the horizon, orange hue glistening over the buildings and sky scrapers of gotham. you smile, realizing you had finally gotten the last of your boxes up to the fifth floor of the rather decently sized apartment you had just decided to move to. it was hard to find a nice looking decent apartment building. in this city it seems that when you live here you either own half the city or your basically living on the streets. gotham was your home, your parents were born and raised, meaning they were determined as all hell to have you be as well.
they cared for the city, your mother was a friendly and compassionate renowned surgeon, while your father was a calm and collected lawyer. they had worked their asses off for you and your siblings, that meant the pristine records and never having a hair out of place for the press. private school with some of the most egotistical and prestigious peers you’d ever met. you had wealth, money wasn’t the issue. no, what the issue was that your parents were strict and distant in their upbringing, and while you understood that you were loved, it probably would have helped just a little bit more if you were told that, and didn’t have to compete fight for the recognition among the siblings you cared for so much.
you open your first box, which only holds items you would need to get through the first night.
it was bitter sweet, coming back to gotham. you had left for college almost immediately after graduation. you stand and ponder back to who you were during high school, and how you scrambled at the feeling of freedom through moving into a dorm halfway across the country from your ‘beloved’ city. you laugh quietly, you didn’t intend to come back. somehow you felt so drawn in. you snap from your haze once you realize the sunsets gone, the dark taking over the city in a matter of minutes. street lights lowly dim around town. just as you sit down on your cold and empty wood board floor you see a light in the sky. you tilt your head at the discovery, wondering what it even meant. it was a round light, with a bat carved through the middle. no doubt things had changed since you left. the sound of your rumbling stomach ripped through your thoughts. sighing slightly you put on your coat and stepped out into the hallway. locking the door behind you, you set out for something to eat.
“excuse me, miss (l/n). i believe there is mail here for you. they asked for it to be handed to you instead of left in your mailbox.” the voice of your doorman made your head turn, with a small smile you grabbed the card out of his hand. “thank you so much, sir.” you look down at the letter that is plain on the outside. shoving the letter into your jacket pocket you continue your strut. you realized that after a while of walking the city starts to become dull, dark and a little eerie. wrapping your coat tightly around your body you shudder.
“hey, pretty lady.” a voice poked through in the darkness from behind you, causing you to speed up your walk. the sounds of more footsteps follow made you anxious. they kept following until you were practically running throughout the streets. you tried you best to lose the group of men. you had peaked behind you while running, just to gauge if they were still there and if they were still following you. they were. you let out a strained sob before turning into a dead end alley. hands banging on the bricks in front of you before your back went against them. facing your soon to be attackers. “you put up quite a marathon there. got half my men bitching like a freshman track team. that’s impressive.” the words dripping out of the strangers mouth like venom. ‘is this it? is this how i go out’..? the only thing you could do is put your hands up in defense as the man you presumed was the boss of the group started to grab at your clothes and dig through the pockets of the outside, disappointed when all he found was your wallet with a couple credit cards and the letter. “stupid bitch. you don’t even carry cash? what a waste of my time.” he roughly dropped you back down onto the ground before reaching into the waistband of the saggy jeans he wore, white face paint covering his features in the worse way. you gasped when you saw the weapon being retrieved.
somehow, by the graces of god— or whoever that god might be, to the civilians of gotham. footsteps could be heard in the darkness onto the street in front of them. in time the footsteps become closer. soon enough one by one the men began to be taken out. only after three of them hit the ground did the others notice and start to blindly throw punches into the air. boss kept his focus on you, letting his goons deal with whatever inconvenience stumbled upon this scene. your breathe was ragged as he softly pat the handgun to the side of your cheek. “this is such a shame, had we been in the daylight. or perhaps met at a bar, i would’ve been so inclined to at least buy you a drink. you do the only thing your hazy mind had the wild idea of doing. you spit in his face not surprised when he immediately pistol whipped you. knocking you unconscious.
you awoke in the hospital, the beeping of monitors and the smell were the first things to hit your senses. you looked down upon yourself, dressed in hospital gown you prayed the person who was there saved you. well clearly so, since you were in the hospital. and he was absolutely giving them no mercy. you recall to last night. the sounds of groaning men as you felt yourself being lifted off of the ground. you made a gasp of pain when you were picked up. only remembering the deep gravely voice of a man, with a cape? and a hat? saying “i’m sorry.” to you over and over. a pang rain through your head. squinting at the bright fluorescent lights you look to your side, at the bundles of bouquets and get well soon cards. a slight smile trails up your face. and you feel the bitterness of the night wash away. you decided to test the waters and get up, stumbling a bit but managing to catch your balance on the railing of the bed. you look over at all the cards, one of them particularly catching your eye. it’s stained with a red liquid, and when your brain makes the connection you rip open the card.
“you’ve been invited!” the card reads. invited to what? you had barely just gotten there, although the news probably broke out with your visit to the hospital. you didn’t really want the public to know you had come back to gotham. here fame is envied, everyone wanted to take something from someone else. you just always wanted to be a bit more hopeful in the city. opening the card you read the details of the gala you were being invited to. not odd, but pretty soon considering what had just happened to you. although you could counter that you had gotten the letter before your shit night had even started. you look for whoever signed the card.
“the gala.. is being held at the wayne tower?”
#HAAA this is only part one! my brain rot is crazy#i promise the title will make sense soon#the batman#the batman 2022#batman x reader#battinson x reader#bruce wayne x reader#˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.
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