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What sort of unnecessary noises do they make?
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I'm sitting and thinking about this question and I just realized that the Joker had invented ASMR before it sort of became mainstream? Remember his videos with Brian and Mike Engel? The Joker was behind the camera and we could hear him breathe, lick his lips, and the sound of his leather gloves gripping the camera. I mean, he really is the guy for the job :D Imagine the Joker running a youtube channel, his asmr videos would gain millions of views!
In the movie we can not only see but also hear the unnerving wet sound of Joker licking his lips, his tongue darting out of his mouth to brush over his lips, snake-like. We know why Heath really did that (to keep the prosthetics in place), but the Joker does that unconsciously, and he is aware what effect it has on people. Just like his gruesome scars, this habit of his makes people around him extremely nervous and uncomfortable.
The Joker smacks his lips. A lot. Especially in pauses between phrases. Do I even need to address the amount of 'uh's and 'ah's he makes during his speech? :D It's neither because he's retarded or his vocabulary is poor. No. It's because his mind runs a mile a minute and he makes an effort to concentrate on his words because he sort of has to go back to articulate and finish his train of thought.
He sucks on his teeth and the insides of his scars while considering things. He hums and whistles tunes only he knows exist. And, last but not least, the Joker laughs. He laughs, chuckles, snickers, giggles, cackles at the things only he might find funny.
HEADCANONS: Trevor Philips
TW: Mentions of drugs
-Can solve a Rubik cube in less than 5 minutes.
-Inclined to physical impulses due to the fact that he follows his gut instinct and personal values.
-Lost the ability to smell in his left nostril (due to drug use).
-Is a super recogniser (a special ability to recognise someone’s face, even from a background memory).
-Cried at ET.
-He grows a stubble easily and he hates the itchiness (especially in the Sandy shores heat) so he constantly shaves with with a 5 year old rusty blade.
-Weirdly fascinated and knowledgable about women’s menstrual cycles…
-Definitely drunk kissed Amanda at least a couple of times.
-Likes to dump all his trash in his neighbours gardens (mainly after an argument or noise complaint).
-Gets heatedly philosophical when drunk.
-The type of guy to announce his shits in full detail after going to the bathroom.
-He’s a naturally creepy but roguishly attractive guy yet he isn’t aware of the subtle looks he gets from some eager women in Los Santos (he’s completely used to drunk, abnormal women from Sandy shores).
-Definitely attempted to hide Michael’s wedding ring on more than one occasion.
-Prank calls Ron by being a pretend “FBI agent” to feed off his delusional conspiracy theories.
-He’s a weird social butterfly. Although he’s angry and completely deranged, he’ll strike up conversations easily with strangers whenever I wants to.
-Used to try on Amanda’s bras back in North Yankton (and got caught doing it).
im not arguing with a man with brown eyes. whatever you say gorgeous
THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING
behind the scenes
Paul Dano as Edward Nashton/The Riddler 01/?
if you like penis coladas.. and getting shot in the brain!
he’s not ugly guys he’s my pookie frfr
yay! another one of these!
Good, Sweet Boy, Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1709
request for dano!riddler with a mommy!kink, but make it soft and gentle because look at that face, isn't that what he deserves??? (yes it is)
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff, mommy!kink heavy
Eddie burst through the door, only two minutes after he said he would be home. He tossed his various tools to the floor, let out an exasperated sigh and trudged over to the sofa, where you waited on him. Illuminated by only the television, he stood, still menacingly despite you knowing the soft features that lurked underneath, mask and coat on, small spatters of blood on the coat which you would have to get rid of for him as soon as possible.
“Come on, silly.” You gestured him into your lap by slapping at your thighs and he moved forward, body against the arm of the sofa, before letting himself fall clumsily onto it, face first into your lap, his glasses crushed underneath his head. He moaned softly as he rotated his body, staring up at you as he sighed again.
“Oh! Poor boy! What’s up?”
You took his glasses off, setting them at the side, while you unravelled the cling wrap, tousling his hair and shaking it free. The last thing you did was slide off his mask, which revealed a red and sweaty round face, a pout on the lips.
“Wow, that’s such a sad face! What’s wrong, Eddie?” You stroked his cheek while you hummed to him, your other palm laying flat on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he regulated his breathing to match yours.
“Just need to rest…m’sleepy.”
“Big day?”
He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles and let out a loud yawn.
“It really was.”
“Did you get it done though?”
“Of course.”
“Such a good boy.”
A tiny mewling sound escaped from his mouth, lips pursed trying to hold it in. But you felt his muscles tense on top of you.
“You always do such a good job. And did you do everything right? No mess left behind?”
He enthusiastically shook his head, his soft hair falling side to side and gently tickling your thighs.
“Wow, what a good boy, Eddie!”
He had his eyes closed, a wide and soft smile pushing into his pink, rounded cheeks at your praise. He sighed contentedly, reaching his hand across his stomach to paw at your side.
“I think good behaviour deserves a reward, what do you think?”
His smile grew wider, mouth slightly agape as he nodded.
“What do you want then, baby?”
“Please…I want…I just want some comfort.” He turned his face to the side, rubbing it against your thighs, face close to the warmth of your entrance. He inhaled deeply, pushing his face further into you, where your thighs met, the fabric of your shorts bunched at the apex.
“Please mommy. Please.”
Attempting to keep your cool against the soft friction of his chin and nose on your thigh and rubbing at your lips and mound, you persevered.
“Poor, sweet boy. Having to do such a horrid job. When no one even thanks you. It’s such a shame!”
He nodded, his open mouth allowing a drop of drool to fall, warm and sticky on your thigh.
“Mommy is grateful though. Because you’re mommy’s sweet, sweet boy, aren’t you Eddie?”
He nodded, moaning at the words, his body twisted to face you now, thighs rubbing together as he desperately tried to apply some pressure and friction to his hardening cock. You let out a satisfied moan, impressed at how quickly you had him in a state of desperate arousal, and at the sound he dropped his jaw wider and stretched his neck out, pressing his head into your stomach where he kissed the t-shirt you wore, flicking his tongue out and wetting it, before dragging the fabric into his mouth with his teeth and sucking at it.
Raising himself up on his elbow, placing it between your thighs to prop his body on, he pressed his face to your breasts, nuzzling at them and burying his face between them, grateful they were unrestricted with no bra under your t-shirt. His hands began pushing the fabric up and over your stomach, exposing your soft, warm skin. His breathing grew heavier, and he whined and whimpered into your skin, the most fervent sounds muffled by your body. He was squirming around, legs pressed tight together, the bulge in his pants painfully obvious and so enticing.
“Tell mommy what you want Eddy.”
“Mmm…mph…”
“Do you want mommy to make you happy?”
“Oh…yes…hng…yes please…please mommy.”
You ran your hand down his side, stopping to press your palm against him, hard and tense under the fabric of his pants. His mouth fell open wider, a look of desperate shock and pleasure crossing it before he settled back into your chest, hands lingering just below your breasts, cupping them from below and feeling the weight against him.
Tugging at the buttons and zip, you finally managed to free him, making a small, high pitched cooing noise as you grasped his cock in your fist, gently and slowly stroking it as you spoke to him in a lilting tone.
“Such a pretty cock, and such a pretty boy.”
He chewed his lip, trying to stifle the almost squeals that were forcing their way up from his chest and out of his throat. His hands drew up to your breasts, where he grasped at them hard. You pulled your hand away from him in response and he began babbling, whining and butting his head softly into your stomach.
“You have to behave Eddie. You have to be a good boy. Can you do that?”
He looked into your eyes, a pained expression flooding his cherubic, round face. He shook his head. You raised an eyebrow, taken back by his silent statement.
“Well, do you need some practice then? So you can learn how to be a good boy?”
“I think…yes, I think I need to learn, mommy. I want to be good for you. Teach me so I can be good, mommy.”
You lifted his back up and slid out from under him as he adjusted himself into a seated position in the middle of the sofa. Standing before him, you smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair and kissing him on the forehead.
“Ok, be a good boy and play with your cock Eddie. I want you to start touching yourself. Can you do that?”
He nodded, taking his length in his fist and running it up and down slowly, dragging his fingers up to the top where they gently tickled at the flushed head, precum leaking out as he twitched at the sensation.
“Do you want me to get naked?”
His head was bobbing up and down so hard you worried he might make himself dizzy. Laughing softly at his enthusiasm, you pulled down your shorts, turning around and bending over, making a show of placing them on the coffee table, displaying yourself for him. From behind you, he moaned a gentle expletive. You turned around, tutting.
“That’s not very good behaviour, is it Eddie?”
“M’sorry, mommy. I’m s-so…so sorry.”
“Just for that, I don’t want you to touch yourself anymore. Put your hands by your side and just watch.”
“Yes, mommy.” He pouted, but he did as he was told, placing his hands under his thighs in an attempt to stop them from wandering back to his length, which was hard and twitching as he watched you remove your t-shirt. You brought your hands up to your breasts, cupping them and squeezing them before letting them drop against your skin again. Eddie whimpered on the sofa, bucking his hips slightly in an attempt to feel any kind of friction, something against his throbbing and desperate cock.
Gently teasing at your nipples, you stepped towards him, your bare body straddling him as he tilted his head back onto the sofa, looking physically pained by his lack of ability to touch.
“Keep those hands down, baby. No touching till mommy says so, ok?”
“Yes, mommy.” He was panting, breath shaking as he spoke. You shifted your body forward slightly, feeling the base of his cock, the tuft of hair meeting your entrance, heat against heat as the slick from your opening rubbed against him with your thighs spread so wide.
“Ah…ha..m-mommy please…that’s…ohhhh…”
He was losing himself under you, this slight intimacy proving too much for him.
“Do you think mommy can make you cum, Eddie? Without any hands?”
“Oh God please mommy, please!” He was desperate, tears forming in tiny pools on his lower lids, one falling and trickling down his bright pink cheek. You leaned in to kiss his forehead, breasts against his face and cheeks, your hands pushing them against him, suffocating him as he unleashed a torrent of muffled ‘thank yous’ from between them. His voice raspier, higher pitched, whimpers coming quickly from his mouth.
“Don’t cum yet, Eddie. You can cum when mommy says so.”
You inched forward again, your lips and folds encompassing the shaft of his cock and he let out a wild scream, wailing in agony at the pressure and tension.
“Do you want to cum now, Eddie?”
“Oooh yes…yes please mommy.” He panted heavily, quickly, like an over exerted animal. You ran your thumb over the head of his cock, letting a long line of drool fall slowly onto it and wrapping your hand around it, which he bucked desperately into, apologising as he did so.
“It’s ok, sweet boy. You can cum whenever you want now. Can you do that? Can you cum for mommy?”
It didn’t take much more convincing. His body, shuddering and rising up into your fist as you pumped, his whining gratitude repeated over and over again before he let out a scream, spilling himself out in a thick rope, landing on your hands, his cock and his abdomen. With his mouth open wide, he panted, tongue almost out like a dog. You stood to grab your shirt and wiped at his body, cleaning him up. With one hand on his head, running through his hair, you gently eased him down onto the sofa, lifting his legs up and covering him with the blanket you kept at the sides. You sat on the floor in front of him, petting his head, shushing him and humming until he fell asleep, completely satisfied but exhausted.
u should do an nsfw alphabet for dano!riddler👀👀👀
NSFW alphabet 2022!edward nashton
(gn partner/reader)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) being completely honest, pretty bad aftercare sorry everyone. i just dont think he has enough experience to realize that maybe he should take care of his partner lolol. if hes the sub he doesnt know how to ask for aftercare either. will just lie there and side eye you until you cuddle him
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) his: not a huge fan of his own body but does really like his own glasses. eyes as an extension of that partner's: thighs especially but torso too?? if that counts? enjoys the feeling of full body against body basically both: HANDS hes a hand guy
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) weird thought, but i like the idea that he can shoot pretty far????? hes cum on his own glasses before probably
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) enjoys having his ass ate.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) not experienced in the slightest, and does not know what hes doing. watches a lot of porn so he at least knows what sex is. hes book smart (knows the name of things and positions and the like) but has little to no practical knowledge
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) doggy style doggy style doggy style! either being pinned down by his partner, or completely enveloping his partner himself. (see partners body part)
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) as sub: more serious, please just fuck him!!! as dom: less serious, hes gonna draw out everything and tease like hell. gives riddles out during sex
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) has the decency to trim on occasion, especially if he knows he will be having sex later
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) hes really scared to be intimate, hes a private person. but if his partner leans and kisses him, or strokes his hair boy hes melting into a puddle he loves it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) does it very often, even if he has a partner. have a bit of extra time? lets just rub one out here to get it over with. revels in post nut clarity
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) has both a praise and degradation kink (giving and receiving) call him a good slut and hes eating out of your hand the same way as if you call him a disgusting loser. likewise, tells you youre being so good for him while also saying how pathetic you are
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) likes public/semi public sex for the chance that someone sees him (his partner is fucking HIM not anyone else), also loves desk sex
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) doesnt take a lot to get him going, stroke his arm a little, bend over next to him to pick something up, stand a little too close and hoo boy
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) i really dont see him liking dd/md stuff, sorry. sure i think he has daddy/mommy issues but i dont think that manifested in a kink way. its a sore subject for him :(
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) prefers receiving but will give if asked, is pretty bad at it but hes good at following directions so he picks it up quickly. hes learning!
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) likes fast and rough, hes sloppy but the pace is always bruising
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) they happen very often, honestly most sex with him is probably a quickie. enjoys long, drawn out things though and if he has an especially free night, he likes to take more time
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) wont instigate anything but hes down to try anything at least once
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) two go fine, but any more and hes super overstimulated (but thats not always a bad thing, if hes in the right mindset being at the mercy of his partner is amazing)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) if he does, chances are he made them himself, for himself. i think he gets jealous when his partner uses them. if they use them ON HIM though hes willing to overlook anything
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) if hes the sub, doesnt like it. he wants it NOW and hes going to make it everyones problem if he doesnt get it. if hes the dom, hes teasing throughout the entire experience. riddles for rewards? enjoys making his partner beg "hmm... im not so sure you really want this..."
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) LOUD. VERY LOUD. like, you had to buy foam padding so your neighbors can sleep. hes loud and high pitched too so it really pierces the air
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) has a lot of fantasies, fucking his partner in the riddler get up, "stalking" his partner around and coming home to them. also i think he would appreciate lingerie a lot, both seeing his partner all pretty for him and also being dressed like a doll
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) pretty average, uncircumcised???? at the very least he does clean himself pretty well
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) man is horny 24/7. always dtf. partner: hey ed do you- edward: (jumping up and down) im already taking off my pants babe
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) post nut clarity hits edward like a train. if hes not curled up cuddling in bed, hes pacing the room because hes suddenly filled with the secrets of the universe
Dano!Riddler x fem!Reader Headcanons
These are very NSFW. Minors do not interact.
So first off we all know he acts different with the mask on. He feels no shame with the mask on, free to act on any desire…
Speaking of, I feel like he really lets his confidence come through in the bedroom in the full getup. And when he comes home after a kill…..
Oh god you know you’re in for a fucking ride. He’s pent up with the thrill, the knowledge that he is one step closer to fulfilling his mission of cleansing Gotham from the corruption and filth. Meaning, when he comes home and he sees you, his love, his light….already in position for him on your bed: face down, ass up. You were edging all night, knowing he wants to be the one to control your orgasms on nights like this. He doesn’t even say anything to you, just stalks towards you. His heavy breathing serves as a soundtrack, so do your desperate whimpering and whining. The anticipation is almost the best part. Almost, because he’s already undone his pants enough to free his cock. You can feel him behind you, the heat radiating off of him, his heavy breathing so much closer now. You can feel him rubbing his cock along your swollen folds, teasing your clit every now and then. Your gasping moans always earn a chuckle, he will fuck you when he decides to and not a moment sooner. And when he decides to, he doesn’t ease you into it. Oh no. He slams inside you to the hilt. He’ll degrade you for enjoying it, being so ready for him that you can take him without needing any preparation first. He’s memorized your body, so it doesn’t take long for him to find your spot and to pound it mercilessly. He’ll spank your ass until it’s red, choke you until your pussy squeezes around him involuntarily, anything that pops into his mind really. If he is in the mood he’ll ask you a riddle and won’t let you come until you answer correctly but when he’s pent up he just needs to fuck you and fill you, if you come it’s inconsequential.
He likes to fill you up, either as the Riddler or as Eddie. He has a breeding kink. I don’t think he knew about it before he met you, seeing as he had never been with a woman before, but when you told him it was ok to come inside once it’s like a lightbulb lit up inside him. He wants kids someday, but not until he’s cleansed Gotham of the filth. He might even find a nice home for you and your future family away from this filthy cesspool you call home but that’s another story. He’s definitely thrilled by the claiming aspect of breeding you, the physical proof that you are his. A piece of him growing inside you, tying you to him forever….it drives him wild. His favorite place to come is inside your cunt, but wherever you want it he will deliver
Now outside of the mask…..Eddie is a sub! Sure he’ll top but you’re always in control. He needs to be praised, but also loves being subtly degraded and overstimulated. You learn what his tipping point is between being overstimulated and loving it and needing to stop and be held
Speaking of, he’s a crier. He looks so pretty flushed red, sweaty and tears pouring down his face. He always has an unsettling glint in his eyes but it’s paired with an overwhelming (obsessive) love for you.
I think he’s too traumatized to have a daddy or a mommy kink honestly
He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, seeing you come because of him gives him pleasure. Whether he comes or not is incidental. Knowing such a beautiful wonderful person even tolerated him enough to let him touch you at all still blows his mind, even though you’ve been together for a while.
He’s loud. In the mask it’s muffled but he still breathes down your neck, grunting and growling as he pounds into you with a punishing pace. As Eddie, he shouts, whines, and screams. When he gets truly overwhelmed with pleasure he giggles to himself. Getting him to that point, where he’s so overwhelmed he can’t control himself, is quite a pleasurable sight
He always falls asleep quickly after sex. It’s just a fact. He doesn’t mind it after you assure him it’s fine. You think it’s cute and endearing that you wear him out that much
To Feel Loved
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Eddie had seemed so tender the whole day, much quieter, introspective. You were trying to trace it back to the source, aware that he usually felt that way when there had been a trigger, something that turned him back into a scared child, one with no support system, no one to love him. All you could do was remind him that someone was there for him, that you loved him more than anything else in the world. More often than not, that fixed what was ailing him, though only temporarily. But, the happiness and comfort between these moods were growing each time. Slowly, but surely, Eddie was adjusting to being loved. He just needed a few final pushes, something to break through to him, to give him hope, comfort. A healing moment.
He'd obviously recognised that need within himself too, as he had pawed at you all evening, desperate for physical touch, needing to be beside you. He held your hand as you cooked dinner. He lay his head on your lap as you watched TV. He’d sat on the toilet while you showered, just to be close to you. Watching you, lathering up your body, the way it moved as you shifted around, the water dripping from your breasts to your stomach, long, wet trails along your thick thighs. As much as he felt down, there were other feelings now that were stirring, taking precedent.
So when you stepped from the shower, he had wrapped you in your towel, patting down your body, drying you off, before he kissed you, quickly and tentatively, gauging your reaction before leaning in for a tender, passionate embrace, his lips pushed hard against yours. You could tell he was desperate, begging with his mouth, with his hands. You guessed that the easiest way to be close to you would be to get inside of you, and you were happy to oblige with that, allowing him to take control.
You were used to that, Eddie being in control, being more dominant. He felt manly, more gentlemanly, if he were to initiate, to take the power, to pleasure you before satisfying himself. And it seemed like tonight, despite his deep, clawing desire to feel held, he wasn’t going to change. He had brought you to the bed by your wrists, the way he sat back, face unmoving but eyes glistening with lust and admiration, as you peeled off your towel, your body and your multitudes of curves awaiting his touch, patiently, in front of him, how he pulled you onto the bed with him, one hand on your thigh, one hand on your waist, fingers deeply embedded into your skin with a groan, as they sank into your warmth. As you settled next to him, your body in stark contrast against his, nudity, plush, warm and soft against his clothed and almost feeble seeming form, as he huddled into himself.
But he wasn’t so sensitive that he couldn’t take what he wanted, and within seconds he was grabbing at your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his large, cold hands, your nipples hardening against his palms as you moaned contentedly. A self-soothing action followed by another as his mouth fell to the top of your chest and kissed down, face sinking into your skin as he let his tongue out, drooling on you, settling his lips around one of your nipples and laying his tongue flat before he hollowed his cheeks and began sucking, tongue flitting and teeth gently holding your nipple in place as he did so.
Taking a breath, he let his mouth hang open, tongue lolling out of his mouth and lazily lapping at you as he groaned, almost a sob as he panted heavily into you, warmth breath prickling your skin.
“Oh… hmm… m-mommy… oh.”
Eddie kept his face still, pressed between your breasts, surrounded by ample, soft flesh, enough for him to pretend the world didn’t exist. That he didn’t exist. And that he hadn’t just let that slip out of his mouth.
Sensing his nerves, you let your hand find the back of his head, holding him against you, making it seem like he was invited to hide in your chest, rather than forced to through shame. As your fingers brushed through his soft, light hair, you shushed him, trying to soothe his nerves.
“Sh, sh, sh. Eddie, it’s ok, really.”
Shifting your weight back and forth, you rocked him in your arms, the feeling of large, wet tears against your skin.
“You’re such a good boy.”
A muffled whine, desperate, mewling, vibrated against your breasts, as Eddie let himself sink in further to the embrace, his palms on your hips, fingers digging into the skin there, clawing and grabbing, pulling at your body, trying to force himself into you almost, to be consumed by your warmth and love.
“You’re my good boy, Eddie. Aren’t you?”
There was no movement, except for the soft, occasional shifting of his back as he let out a gentle sob.
“Don’t be so silly, my sweet, sweet baby. Come on, you can be a good boy for mommy, yeah?”
He nodded this time, his hair tickling the skin on your chest. Reaching between your own body and him, you pulled his face up by his chin, watching his eyes meet yours slowly, sparkling in the dim, romantic light of the bedroom.
“You can be a good boy for mommy, yeah? You can do as she says?”
“O…o-of course… m-mommy.”
“Ok, well I want you to lean back so mommy can take care of you.”
He did as he was told, eyes wide, cheeks bright pink. You took his face in both hands and smiled at him, warm and comforting.
“I, I-”
“Hey, sh, sh, sh. Lean back.”
You nodded softly, encouraging him to loosen up and let go, heart fluttering as he did, never once breaking eye contact as he lowered himself back against the pillow, slightly upright.
“And pull down your trousers, please.”
Sliding his thumb into the waistband, he eased down his pants and underwear, his hard, thick cock bouncing up, hitting his abdomen where it twitched in anticipation as he watched you, eyes moving from his to the tempting length.
“Ok… you sit back and relax, sweet baby. You deserve this. You deserve a break. You deserve some love.”
He watched you with wide eyes, pupils blown, the slight stinging of ever-present tears that threatened to make themselves known as he realised that you were so happy to switch the roles with him. He didn’t have to be the giver all of the time. You were happy to give to him. It was such a foreign concept though, that he would be worth anything when he wasn’t offering himself. That he was worthy of love, and that love was sitting in front of him in the form of you. Someone that loved him enough to soothe him, to take him in their big, warm arms, to give him the kind of pleasure he’d never dreamed he was deserving of.
“I… I love you.”
You stroked his cheek with your thumb as he reached out to follow the curves of your body, his fingers digging into the rolls that formed as you leaned towards him. You smiled lightly, the caress of adoration against your skin so validating and nurturing as he let his fingers dip into your soft, malleable form. It was what drew Eddie to your body. The way you were shaped, the way you felt. He could sink into you, physically, emotionally. He felt that your souls were seemingly bonded together by the way your bodies absorbed each other.
Slightly worried at the tear that rolled down his cheek, you focused on offering him the respite he so clearly needed. It was difficult sometimes, seeing him sad. As though your previous efforts to make him feel loved and connected and worthy hadn’t been enough. But you were willing to work forever just to see him smile just once, if need be. And you realised that while this situation, offering to give him pleasure instead of receiving it in a more submissive manner, wasn’t something you were entirely familiar with, the act of caring, the sense of joy you got from making Eddie happy, made this all a lot easier for you than you imagined it would be.
Bending low, you licked up the shaft of his cock, your breasts and stomach weighted on his thighs as you lay over him. Eddie moaned, a slight smile forming at the way your body secured him, warmed him, made him feel held completely.
You were trying to find the line, not wanting this to seem too sexual. It felt more like an act of reassurance, not just whimsical lust but focused and attentive love and adoration. So you took his head between your lips, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly, lightly, worked his length in your mouth. He gripped at the sheets as he held in his moans, whimpering as you pulled your mouth from him.
“Don’t do that, Eddie.”
The tone had shocked him, as you looked into his eyes and noticed the slight panic on his face. Placing your palm on his chest, smiling sincerely at him, you clarified.
“I want you to be comfortable. Don’t hold anything back, ok? You can trust me, sweet boy.”
You returned your lips to his cock, allowing your saliva to collect in your mouth, drooling over him, dripping from the head to the base as you felt yourself being pulled off of him, his fingers lightly tugging at your hair.
“Are you ok, sweetie?”
Eddie was silent, mouth open just a little bit, struggling to find the words But you waited patiently for him to catch up.
“I wanna… I wanna see you… wanna look into your eyes…?”
He pitched it as a question, as though you might not be willing to offer him that comfort. But you leaned back on your knees instantly, bringing your hand to his cock and softly cupping his balls with the other, beginning to massage them gently as you began to stroke up his length.
“Good boy, Eddie. You’re such a good boy.”
“Yeah… hm... I’m… ah, ah… I’m good…”
“You’re so good. You’re such a sweet angel.”
“And you love me?”
“Eddie, I love you so much. Mommy loves you more than anything, Eddie.”
“Ah… oh… I… I’m…”
You worked your hand a little faster, increasing the pressure and lightly twisting it as you stroked up and down his twitching cock.
“It’s ok, Eddie. I want you to cum. Can you cum for mommy, Eddie? Be a good boy and do it for me.”
You looked straight into his eyes, trying to be encouraging and sweet, almost selfless, but you were desperate for his release. You could feel yourself, wet, sticky, the pleasure gained from seeing him happy enough to have you close to your own orgasm without even a hint of physical effort.
Eddie’s eyes glistened with tears, his cheeks stained with the ones that fell down his cheeks, copious amounts of them as he wept softly. He let out a wailing sob, his cum hitting his abdomen as he reached his climax. Spent over his own body and your hand, you waited until he had caught his breath and pulled him up into a warm hug. Your body was warm, soft and inviting, welcoming him in as he wept gently on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry.”
He managed to get the words out past shuddering sobs and deep inhales. You could feel his back shivering against you. With your fingers at the back of his head you brushed at his hair as he cried into you.
“It’s ok, Eddie. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You deserve love. You deserve an outlet. You’re such a good boy.”
You held him close to you until his sobbing became gentle sniffles, your shoulder soaked with his tears, before you lay him down, curling around him in the bed, hoping that he might wake up feeling just slightly more loved and wanted.
Daydreaming and writing myself is not enough. PLEASE someone write a reader giving a slasher or TDKjoker hickeys.. I will fall over and die if I do not hear this in someone else’s words.
This is so cute 🥰
i want to print these pictures out and staple them to my brain
SILENT HILL (2006) dir. CHRISTOPHE GANS
Aw geez the anon asking about boob faceplanting and tiddie squishing got me on my slasher tiddie bullshit again. How do the Sinclair boys react to reader SUCKING their tiddies? 👀
SLASHER X READER SUCKING ON THE SLASHY MILKERS
CONTENT:
Thomas Hewitt - Bo Sinclair - Vincent Sinclair - Michael Myers - Asa Emory
Tw: NSFW, sfw, canon violence, Asa, Michael, reader being horny on main, mature language MINORS DO NOT FUCKIN INTERACT ISTG.
A/N: you ask i shall deliver. Smh, you all asking to make a whore out of me like this.. it's horny o'clock so let's get down to business. And since I'm at it, here's the song I listened to while writing this atrocity. Also is my first time writing something smutty so if it's bad that's why. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE A WHORE I ONLY THINK LIKE ONE OKAY? I hope you enjoy it nonetheless
THOMAS HEWITT:
I- I have to say it. I would have to think about it
not because I wouldn't want to -god If I want to-
HAVE YOU ALL SEE THE SIZE OF THIS MAN?!
but as they say, save a horse right?
It all started with the audacity of Thomas laying on the bed, bared tiddies in plain sight
Poor boy was dying from the heat and since he didn't had any other chores for the rest of the day he just decided to take a quick nap without his shirt to relax a little bit
Little did he know that he was not going to get his nap
As soon as you saw HIS WHOLE BADOONKAS EXPOSED LIKE THAT, IT WAS ON FUCKING SIGHT
you, to be fair, went only to faceplant yourself on them and just die there.
Could've been mistaken by a hug if you act stupid enough
Thomas did not acted stupid enough
Big boy here GASPED. He was like "EXCUSE YOU?! YOU FOUL GREMLIN"
His brain however went from a to b really fucking fast as you kept plating wet and soft kisses all over his chest and on the most sensitive areas
cue the awkward boner alert you felt against you
Now you're the one flabbergasted and he's just waiting for god to come and kill him right from the embarrassment
That's until he gets like "you know what? This is your fault, you're gonna fix it"
He was just trying to have a peaceful nap and you have to come and act like that
Gotta put some sense in you somehow
Buckle up cause he's not going to have any fucking chill. He's gonna put his whole thomasussy in fucking you so hard you won't remember what's your name
And if you try to make noise he's having none of it and it's covering your mouth with his big ass hand
Even as he's like destroying your soul from inside you KEEP SQUEEZING DAT TIDDIE CAUSE GIVING UP IS FOR THE WEAK
The more you squeeze the more harder he goes so..yeah do what you wish with this information
Overall 10000/10
You couldn't walk right for like three days but worthy
BO SINCLAIR:
It takes place from the last request so if you want more context go read that
So you just planted your face on this manwhore chest right
And he shamefully asked you to do nasty things if you really liked it so much
What he doesn't expect is for you to be as unhinged and shameless as he is
When you just straight up start to unbutton his shirt to take it off he's like: :0
Not going to stop you tho, keep going y/n be horny do crime
This man weakness are chest kisses, he will crumble as soon as he feels soft lips brushing against his bare skin and your breath tickling sending shivers down his spine and making his breath slightly tremble as he sighs biting down a groan of pleasure~
He's gonna fold when you start to leave small hickies as you suck ON THOSE BIG OL MANBOOBS
Needless to say that whatever he was going to do now has to wait until he has finished with you
If you look at him you may, unlike with Thomas, think "I can take it"
No, no you can't.
You're not making love, not even fuckin..YOU'RE GETTING BRUTALLY RAILED
Once again oh to be destroyed by Bo's dick
Moral of the story, sucking on tiddies always ends up with sex
VINCENT SINCLAIR:
Same as Bo if you want more context go READ IT
Now…vinny, baby
You didn't have enough uh, you got to go and keep going with your foul behaviour towards his vinny milkers??
He tried, as the gentleman he is, to distance himself and leave to the bathroom so you didn't have to feel nor acknowledge what effect you were having on him
You, on the other hand, very disrespectfully holded closer starting to slide your hands down his chest
You reach to the hem of his shirt, went under it and slowly started to creep your hands all the way back to his pecs
Only this time it was full on skin to skin contact
he just- he can't hold it anymore and a soft moan escapes his mouth
You grin like the awful gremlin you are and slowly start to rise up his shirt until you completely take it off
His chest is raising up and down with shaky breaths and his muscles twitch as your fingers brush against them
And then, you did it. You just went straigh for the badoonkas
After that everything in Vincent's mind went downhill
You just ruined him so why don't go all in?
He took off the mask and watched you in the eyes without a trace of shyness
Oh boy, you have fucked up.
Vincent has let you suck on his chest so now you gotta repay the favour
You know what he wants so you just brush your lips against his chest again and leave a trail of kisses as you lower yourself to kneel
OH TO SUCK ON VINNY'S D-
If i dont go to heaven its you all fault. FOUL, ALL OF YOU. including me.
ASA EMORY:
If there's someone's tiddies that should be sucked are Asa's
This man has cake, tits and is TALL TOO? PICK A FUCKING STRUGLE EMORY
But jokes aside, you have to be either really horny or really brave to do that with Asa.
I would not be out there risking my life for some men tits
I lied, I would be risking it. One chance is all i ask mr collector
For the sake of making things easy you have never been a victim. You're just his lover
Congrafuckinlations
Asa sleeps shirtless cause he moves around so much that having a shirt on is just uncomfortable
He was just reading something, you were resting your head on his chest as he mindlessly played with your hair
You thought that maybe if you were subtle enough he wouldn't noticed what you were doing
You started to a small kiss on the softest part of his chest and when his hand didn't stop playing with your hand you kept going
One kiss led to another and then the small kissies turned into you getting on top of him and just starting to plant more confident and warm kisses all over his skin
Book long forgotten already his full attention was on you now
He's like caressing your thighs with his fingertips and looking at you with that look i-
When you start to smirk against his skin and then proceed to suck he just loses it
Now, I know you all knew this was coming.
He's going to obliterate your soul from the inside.
He flips positions so you're now laying on your stomach, caged under him.
Bro is going to be FUCKIN MENACE
im talking about ripping away your clothes, pushing your face against the pillow as he thrust against you and biting your back
You really thought he was gonna let you sucking on his chest slide like that?
WRONG
Will you be able to walk after? No. Will you do it again? Yes.
MICHAEL MYERS:
Once again, are you really that horny? Do you really want tits that much?
I can picture him that as soon as you try he's already he's holding you against the wall by the throat, choking the life out of you
I feel like I'm getting repetitive with all the fucking you up thing so lets spice things up shall we?
Since you thought it would be sooooo funny to try to assault THE Michael Myers tits, THE SHAPE OF HADDONFIELD badoonkas, THE BOOGEYMAN daddy milkers he's gonna show you what's good
No Myers dick for you, sorry.
So, he's holding you against the wall by throat right? He's gonna now hold you higher until your feets don't touch the ground
He tilts his head watching as you fight for the privilege that is breathing
Michael is smiling like the fucking bitch he is under that mask
IF SOME OF YOU GET THE IDEA THAT I LIKE BULLYING HIM YOU WOULD BE CORRECT. I WANT TO BOTH FIGHT AND FUCK THIS MAN IN THAT EXACT ORDER
He slips a hand inside your pants without breaking the eye contact
You can feel how calloused and rough are his hands as his long fingers start to play with you painfully slow
He's gonna tease you until he knows you're about to cum and then he just lets you go, letting you fall butt first against the ground and walks away.
When i tell you he has no remorse in being that FUCKIN HORRIBLE
and if you try to finish anything he will know and the punishment will be even worse
He comes back hours later as if nothing has happen and if you pout or try to get all pissy about what he has done he will do it again
Asa withholding water from you until you’re in the severe stages of dehydration and begging him on your hands and knees for it, at which point he comes back in with a completely frozen solid water bottle. He holds it to your mouth and sits back to watch you desperately lap at the ice for whatever melting drops you can get while petting your hair 🥰
I have never seen such high quality gifs, it feels like seeing the movie for the first time again.
Heath Ledger as The Joker
The Dark Knight (2008) dir. Christopher Nolan
Joker this week 070722 1
Guys have you seen this utterly amazing guy? I’d say he’s got the best Beetlejuice cosplay there is (plus the voice is almost identical). He has a lot of vids, go check it out!
been hit by unexpected vincent horniness send help
like
dark lester
dilf bo
creep vincent
yes pls
So we're gonna sub out dilf Bo for dark Bo and I'm gonna tell you what life is like at the mercy of three creeptastic handsome backwoods nightmares.
Cum everywhere. The end.
But sometimes he gets intense and possessive. He likes to tie you up, spread-eagled and vulnerable. He likes to take pictures of you in compromising positions with tears in your eyes and drool on your swollen lips. He croons a heady mix of praise and degradation while he does it. You're his pretty slut, his sweet stupid lamb, his poor little angel all fucked out and useless without a cock inside you. He likes to scare you, wants that wide-eyed terror you just can't fake. And it is scary, how easily he slips from one mood to another, and how genuine he seems every time. You never know what is real, what he is really thinking or feeling or capable of doing. And no matter how mean he gets, no matter how far he pushes you, at the end he kisses your brow and pulls you into his chest, soothes you as he rubs feeling back into your hands and chucks your chin so you look up at him and see that killer smile.
No just kidding here's the real thing. Bo, true to form, positions himself as your advocate. The Good Guy. He tells you his brothers have hearts of gold, they mean well, they just...ain't real comfortable around outsiders, 'specially ones so fine like you. He implores you to be patient with them. If they get a little rough they don't mean it. He praises you for your efforts around the house, each time you eschew fragments of your old life, every inch of submission you give him. You want to please him; after all, he saved you.
Vincent has had his hands (and other appendages) on every piece of clothing you own. Things go missing and return without explanation. Sometimes you feel eyes on you when you think you're alone. You almost never catch him; he moves like a cat despite his size. Once Bo sent you into the basement for something vague and you caught sight of your own face and body depicted in charcoal, ink, and wax, consuming the entirety of Vincent's desk in the corner. Some of the renditions are achingly beautiful, make you look like a deity. Some of them are outright pornographic. Some of them feature Vincent, and the way he depicts himself in contrast to your ethereal beauty makes your heart race. In his eyes he is a beast who devours you with ecstasy on your face.
We know Vince likes the camcorder. Some nights he slips into your room on those silent feet to film the rise and fall of your chest. He films you doing menial tasks, just hanging out. Sometimes he films you doing other things. He likes to watch. Sometimes Bo lets him. The combined shame and heat that soaks into your core when you see your own quivering reflection in the camera lens is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. Eventually he gets too worked up to hide behind the camera, has to join in. Being at the mercy of both twins at once is a harrowing and heady experience.
And Lester. Sweet, shy Lester. Of the three of them, he is the least predictable. Sometimes he comes home from work with a big smile on his face, pulls you in for a hug and a lingering kiss, brings you to the shower with him. Other times he comes home scowling, spends the evening sulking, and asks you to take a walk with him. He's never pushed you to your knees in the same clearing twice. There are endless meadows, groves, and hollows for you to sully. He spews a stream of filth while you suck him off that would make Bo's ears burn.
Lester likes to chase. He'll bring you in the truck on errands, park, get out and lean against the hood. "You best get runnin'," he says around the toothpick in his mouth, fingering the handle of the knife at his belt. You obey. It never takes him long to catch you, and he couldn't care less how scratched up you get after he does. Other times, he'll walk you out in the brush, chattering away, and then without warning, he falls silent. He squeezes your shoulders, whispers, "Count to ten, honey bunch." And when you turn around, he has vanished into the brush. He'll leave you to wander for hours, stalking you from a distance, your panic rising as the sky grows dark. When at last you are hopelessly lost, scraped up and bleeding, hungry and frantic, he will step out of the trees, call your name, tug his hands from his pockets to catch you when you throw yourself in his arms, sobbing with relief that you don't have to spend the night in the swamp.
You know you belong to them, each of them, all of them. You know you are Bo's because he marks up your body so you don't forget. You know you are Vincent's because he worships you in every way he can. You know you are Lester's because he spares and saves your life over and over. And they take care of you, don't they? Hold you close at night, kiss and squeeze and caress your skin, come up behind you and wrap their arms around you so tight you can't move. Push you against the wall, pull you into their laps, lift your arms around their necks. Can't bear to be apart from you, hate to have you out of their sight for even a minute. Devoted. Obsessed. What a sweet, lucky thing you are.
turns out op of this is cringe. sad ! its a very good image im gonna steal it
