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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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Arkham Eddie with 🪑💜💛
If there’s anything about this man that I love more than his hands, it’s his lap
Thrust
arkham!riddler x female!reader/sitting in their lap ok but what if i include his hands anyway because they make me 🤤 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: begging, cockwarming, punishment mention send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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It’s supposed to be a cruel punishment, and it is, but it’s bitter sweet. You’re desperate for his attention. Desperate for his touch. Desperate to feel his, surprisingly well-hidden, thick cock inside of you. And you get that, but it’s a monkey’s paw scenario.
“Sit still!”
He barks at you, further punishment surely to follow given your inability to do as you’re told.
“Don’t move a muscle. And stop your whining.”
He held you tight, the texture of his worn and hard gloves rough against your bare hips and thighs as he kept you in position on his lap. You stared into his eyes, never breaking the gaze with him as he sneered at you, smirking in his own satisfaction.
“Please, Eddie.”
“Shh.”
He placed a finger over your lips, his thumb pushing up on your chin to keep your mouth closed. When he let go, you couldn’t help yourself.
“I just-”
As your lips parted to protest, to beg for what you really wanted, to clarify your wish, he thrust two fingers inside, and you instinctively closed your mouth around them, sucking them gratefully and silently.
“That’s my girl.”
You nodded, subtly, but enough that he noticed and laughed lightly, the gentle motion enough to give you just the slightest bit of pleasure, his cock twitching inside of you, your walls clenching around it, desperate for more, for movement, for anything beyond the torture that was having him stay still within you, stretching you out, unforgiving in the way he denied you any pleasured friction.
He withdrew his fingers, a trail of saliva following which he rubbed down the front of his stained and torn vest.
“You’re taking this well. Just a little longer.”
A whine, simpering and irritating in tone. It pulled a cruel smirk up at the corner of his mouth, his teeth pressed together as he dug his fingers into you, feeling the pressure even through the thick gloves he wore.
“Please, Eddie…please. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Oh, you poor thing.”
You whined again, the cruel, mocking tone he used tingling your senses. He knew you loved it. He was teasing you.
“Beg me for it then.”
“Please.”
He scoffed.
“A pathetic attempt. That’s all you’re willing to give me.”
“Please, Eddie. Please.”
“Please what?”
You kept your torso, your lower half, as completely still as possible, but you brought one hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat, the sweat drenched skin, the other on his cheek, stroking at the stubble, thumb wiping at the smudges of grease that seemed to permanently paint his face.
“Please fuck me.”
Without warning, and without any further provocation, he thrust up, holding your hips down and filling you as best as he could, finally allowing you what you wanted, what you needed. As you bit down on your lip, he shifted you, backwards and forwards, grinding you on him, your slick wetting his thighs as he coaxed it from you with his deft, almost subtle movements within you.
“Ok, sit still again. You can have more later. This is a punishment, after all."
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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congrats on 500 followers you literally deserve the whole world 🥹
🔪(gotham vic) 🩹 💜 ⚫ 🟣
please and thank you <3
Blood
gotham!zsasz x gn!reader/healing wounds gosh i love him thank god someone finally requested some zsasz! thanks anon! minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: injury, blood, biting, pain!kink kinda requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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It was kind of hard to tell which scratches were fresh and which ones were self-inflicted, given his habit for marking his kills.
“Victor, where did they get you?”
“All over…”
He looked at you, big brown eyes in a mocking sadness, fake pity for himself. You couldn’t help but smile, dabbing his cheek with the antiseptic wipe.
“How long was I out for?”
“Quite some time, you just needed a rest though, you didn’t hit your head…as far as I could tell.”
“But you didn’t-”
“I didn’t tell anyone. No one knows that the completely indestructible Victor Zsasz had to take a little nap after getting beaten up.”
“I wasn’t beaten up.”
You giggled, tossing the used bandage wrappers and cloths into the trash, reaching for his hand and holding it, tight. As exciting as it was to be with him, feral, wild and unpredictable, you’d made the mistake of falling for a man who was dangerous, to himself and others. While the risks of losing life and limb were a comfort to him, something he knew and was prepared for, for you it was a constant reminder of what you could stand to lose.
As your eyes began to water, you got up, attempting to hide your discomfort from him, aware that you would only be subjected to yet another lecture from him about how you knew who he was, his reputation preceding him in most instances in life. He took a hold of your hand though, trying to drag you back, his palm surprisingly soft.
“Hey, where are you going?”
He stood up to follow you, but you pushed him back down.
“Don’t get up, idiot. You’re seriously injured.”
He watched you walk away, but got up anyway, gripping your waist and hitting your neck with kisses.
“Wow…you look beautiful right now, you know that?”
“Maybe you did hit your head.”
He laughed into you, teeth sinking into your skin, and you moaned against your will, unable to contain it, weak for him. He chuckled again, another kiss at the nape of your neck.
“That’s my girl.”
“Victor…”
“Wait…is that…my shirt you’re wearing?”
You turned to him, placing your hands on his face, kissing him and lightly slapping your palm against his soft cheek.
“Yes, it is. You bled all over mine.”
“And you couldn’t just have left it off.”
He dipped you, slinging an arm under your leg and lifting you onto him, wrapping you around his waist and bringing you back to the bed.
“You’re injured!”
You shouted it against his shoulder, muffled as he tossed you down and fell on top of you.
“Not enough, you interested in dishing out a little more punishment for me?”
He whined as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him into you, kissing him, biting at his lip as he whimpered in pleasure.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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🎩💤🟠
Bite
general!mad hatter x gn!reader/falling asleep on them it's hard to not make him a strange little cutie oops, domestic dorkery here minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: just goofy, cute, flirting, some kissing and a bite send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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You lay beside Jervis, blankets wrapped around you, your hand on his bare chest, soothed easily into a deep sleep by the movement of his body rising and falling in deep breaths. There was no harm in pretending to be asleep still, to savour these precious, pleasant moments of bliss as he stroked your back and held you into him.
“Are you awake, my sweet?”
You ignored him, hard as it was to not answer to his soft, inviting voice.
“I think you are, but you’re pretending.”
He sounded upbeat, pleased at the idea of playing a little game with you.
“As much as I enjoy this, we should start the day. There’s tea to be sipped, adventures to be had.”
You didn’t shift, but your smile was a dead giveaway. And he could clearly see it, as he giggled a little, before pressing his fingers into your sides, trying to make you laugh as he tickled you, but you held out, squirming obviously, but making no sound.
“Oh dear, I’m afraid you must be asleep then. Awful, because I’m actually quite hungry and ready for breakfast. If only there were something here that could satiate me, then I could lay in bed with you all day.”
The thought was wonderful, but you knew you’d have to get up eventually.
“How convenient it would be to have something so sweet, so scrumptious, so divinely delicious that I could sink my teeth into.”
Breakfast in bed sounded nice though, maybe you could go and make something and bring it to him and-
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sensation of his teeth against your skin. Tongue lapping at the skin as he sucked softly on it, marking you with a little red circle, biting and nibbling around the area and peppering it with kisses.
As much as you tried to suppress it, there was no hope. You were weak under his touch, instantly weakened for him. A soft moan and a little giggle, and your act was up.
“Aha, you are awake! I knew it! I can see right through you!”
“Of course I am! What are you doing?”
“I wanted to know how you tasted, just in case I could avoid waking you up and separating from you.”
“And the solution to that was eating me?”
“You’re sweet enough to devour completely.”
He rolled you over, arms around your back until he was laying almost completely on top of you, your palms gliding over his soft skin as he kissed at your neck, leaving small bites in between them as you both giggled, laughter turning to gentle moans as he caressed your sides, his fingers teasing at your clothing, desperate to feel skin against skin, until he had your shirt off, kissing down your breast bone, dangerously close to delaying his breakfast even further if he got you in the right mood.
“Jervis! I thought you were hungry!”
“I am, my dear.” He stopped to look up into your eyes. “I’m absolutely starving.”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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For your 500 followers thing!
🌿😤💜🧡🟠
I dunno if the emojis are clear but Ivy with jealousy and an AFAB reader please and thank you! Also congrats on 500! That’s so freaking rad! 💜💜💜
Wrapped
general!ivy x female!reader/jealousy thank you sav, my sweetest love, you're so supportive and kind to me 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: possessive, obsessive, jealousy duh, kidnapping send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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“Ivy. This has to stop.”
You struggled against the vines that held you in place. You weren’t worried, you weren’t scared. You knew she liked the attention. It was just another attempt to win you over, futile though, as you’d already moved on. She wouldn’t hurt you, she wouldn’t intoxicate you. You were fine. Mostly irritated, a little bit set back in your plans for the day. That was the worst of it.
“What do you have me for here, this time?”
“Must there be a reason? It’s simply always a pleasure to be able to kidnap you.”
“Ivy, you’re obsessed. This is bordering on ridiculous now.”
She trailed a finger along your jaw, pulling down your chin lightly, separating your lips.
“Do you have better things to do?”
“I have a date.”
“Oh, how convenient.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes.
“You know I had a date.”
“How would I know?”
With a quick glance at the floor you considered it, but the truth was you weren’t sure really. But you knew it was the truth.
“I don’t know. But you’ve kidnapped me prior to every one of my dates this month.”
“A coincidence.”
You rolled your eyes. The back and forth, the faux innocence, it was frustrating, tiring. Her aloof attitude drove you insane, partly the reason you had broken up with her in the first place.
“You can’t keep doing this, Ivy. I’ve moved on. You can’t have me.”
The words would never sink in, but you spoke them anyway, hopeful, wishful. Maybe, eventually, she would get tired of you saying the same things, rejecting her. But along with being quite possessive, you were learning that Ivy had an intense jealous streak, and it showed no signs of wilting.
“I can’t have you?”
She smiled, tutting, shaking her head. With her fingers on your cheeks, holding your mouth into a pout, she laughed.
“Like the forbidden fruit, hm? Grown in the garden of Eden? But I grew you, I nurtured you, I kept you safe in my garden. And I think for that, I should be allowed to have a taste.”
The notion stunned you, a scoff passing over your lips, the vines around you tightening and strangling a little choke before they loosened again, but only slightly.
“I want to know how you taste.”
“You already know.”
“Refresh my memory.”
The way she looked at you, the vines loosening and tightening with the rise and fall of her chest, her lips inching closer to yours, it was difficult to say no to her.
“Ivy…”
“Please.”
You tilted your head back as far as your evergreen restraints would allow, sighing heavily before tossing your head back down, hair falling in front of your face. With slender, green fingers, she brushed the strands to the side and tucked them behind your ears.
“Fine, Ivy. Once. For old time’s sake.”
A gentle, satisfied moan rumbled from her chest.
“That’s my girl.”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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💲🪑🟣
Doll
two face x gn!reader/sitting in their lap when i got what the emojis were i out loud went "aw fuck me" because hng minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: suggestive language, clothed and unclothed send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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“Harv…you don’t think you could come to bed soon, do you?”
Without looking up from his desk, he tossed his coin idly in his hand. A quick glance at the results.
“Sorry, doll. I’m stuck here till this is finished.”
Dedicated, regardless of what he did. Constricted by the outcome of his own rituals.
“I’ll join you then.”
“You’ll be a distraction. It’ll take us twice as long to get through this.”
Tough, you thought, wandering over to him, leaning on the edge of the desk, resting yourself against it, just enough of you in his peripheral vision that he noticed, and it was difficult for him to not comment.
“Is that…my shirt you’re wearing?”
You took the bottom of it in your hands and teased it out, doing a little half twist as you showed it off.
“Huh…guess it must be. Is that…ok?”
Harvey cleared his throat, shuffling the papers and trying to regain the concentration he was quickly losing.
“Should be alright.”
“As long as you don’t ruin it. That shit’s expensive.”
“If you’re really that upset, I can take it off.”
Shifting from the desk, you began unbuttoning the shirt, very slowly, very carefully in case he decided to yell at you in the middle of your attempted seduction. You were winning him, them, over. The fabric opened, exposing your skin, your torso, and the fact that you had neglected to put on any underwear before coming into his study.
“Christ…”
“Christ!”
A soft giggle, you couldn’t contain it. It was always a pleasant surprise that you could elicit a reaction like that from him, that you could have the charismatic, charming, handsome Harvey Dent at a lost for words, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, all of the subtlety of a teenage boy.
“You two ok?”
“Uh…yes.”
“Where are my manners though, doll. I haven’t even offered you a seat.”
He braced himself, palms on the edge of his own seat, before he interrupted himself, sitting back down.
“Why don’t you come over here, take a load off.”
He let his palms glide down his thighs, and you quickly took up the offer, legs on either side of him, face to his, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers linked. You offered a sweet kiss to his cheek, pleased to hear a soft hum of satisfaction vibrate against your lips before he took his mouth to your neck, kissing the side, the front, as far down your chest as he could reach before he leant you back, strong arms grasping your back as he kissed down your breast bone.
Bringing you back up to him, your lips met, his fingers gently, almost tentatively, traced the length of your thigh before his palms were on your hips, fingers gripping into the skin as he led you into a grinding motion on top of him. You pulled back lightly.
“You wanna toss that coin again? Best of three?”
“Don’t be smart!” He growled into you ear, hands under your thighs, lifting you up and further onto him, resting you on his chest as he planted hungry kisses over your shoulders.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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-walks up to you all shifty-eyed like you're my dealer- UH, could I ask for Character - 🎩 Scenario - 🪑 Sentences - 💛🧡
Kidnap
general!mad hatter x gn!reader/sitting in their lap ehehe *i open my trench coat in the alley and porn falls out* minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: flirting, teasing, roleplay send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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Jervis poured the perfectly brewed tea into a delicate, beautifully painted cup, setting it down, saucer and teaspoon accompanied, in front of you.
“It’s always a pleasure to be able to kidnap you, the general public. You’d be surprised how few of this city’s elite know proper etiquette. Now drink up.”
You took a sip, awkward in your attempts to be formal, proper. He was, after all, a gentleman, once gracious enough to have extended you an, albeit involuntary in his mind, invitation to his tea party.
“You’ll note, sweet little bunny, that in an effort to keep you comfortable, there are no restraints. And I’m sure you’ll note you have all of your faculties.”
“Of course.”
He finished pouring his own, stirring the tea without clinking the sides of the cup. Very proper, very refined. Distinguished, and handsome, the way his smile radiated across the table from you. He broke eye contact to take a sip, silent, no slurping, placing the cup down with a gentle ‘ting’ before he pressed his fingers, steepled, to his lips, deep in thought, removing them to speak to you.
“Might I ask you a question?”
“Of course, Mister…”
“Tetch. Jervis. Of course, most would know me as-”
“The Mad Hatter.”
You cursed yourself for interrupting. How very rude of you.
“Apologies. I didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s just that I…am familiar with your…work.”
He raised an eyebrow, so high that there was a slight shift in the band of his top hat, raising gently with his forehead.
“Which only further piques my curiosity?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, Mister Tetch.”
A wry smile as he leaned in to speak.
“Please, Jervis.”
“What is it you’d like to know.”
“You came so easily.”
“Is that a question?”
“I suppose not.”
He picked up his cup, sipping at it, letting his eyelids close over as he appreciated the brew, the flavours, the comfort of the warm liquid flowing down his throat. With a satisfied sigh, he opened his eyes and found you standing before him.
“Oh! Perhaps there should have been an element of restraint. You’re not planning on leaving so soon, are you? There’s a whole pot of tea to get through. I haven’t even yet explained to you why I’ve brought you here for-”
You moved swiftly, gracefully, astride his legs and firmly on his lap, arms around his neck. His calm demeanour, instantly shifted to one of slight panic, but gleeful intrigue at this new twist in the tale.
“Might I ask another answer of you?”
“I suppose so.”
“Is this…why you were so easy to ‘kidnap’? The reason you were so easy to bring into my company?”
“Is what the reason? I’m afraid you’ll have to be specific.”
He swallowed, nerves forced down, but rising swiftly back up again, a stiffening below you as you let a wry smile cross your face.
“The reason…that you might…that there would…”
“Yes?”
“Just answer me.”
You pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, allowing it to deepen slightly before you pulled away, his mouth following you until he couldn’t strain his neck further.
“If you would like the answer, Jervis, then I’m afraid you’ll have to beg me for it.”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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❓dano!riddler, 🪑💚 🟪
um um um… maybe… eddie working in the office late at night and afab reader (his coworker that he has a huge crush on) wants to reward him for being such a dedicated, good boy
i’m embarrassed
Late
dano!riddler x female!reader/sitting in their lap big brain anon, this is exceptional bub 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: flirting, praise kink, bit of shy!eddie, chair sex send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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For almost two months, you had successfully avoided doing any project work, and none of your bosses had noticed. The work was still being done, they suspected nothing. You were getting away with it, simply because your co-worker was so easily manipulated.
You’d realised Edward Nashton had a crush on you pretty early on. The signs were there, his lingering stares, the way he laughed breathily at everything you said, how red he got when you touched his arm, bent over in front of him, leaned close to him so he could smell you.
So when you leaned into him, asking for help with this project because it was just so big and you weren’t quite sure you could handle it, eyes wide and wet, lips pouting, he had been so quick to offer his assistance. Getting him to take it on completely and not tell on him was easy enough once you had him wrapped around your finger.
Still, it tugged at your heart strings when you came into work late, collecting your things after a long, late afternoon get together at the bar next door to see him hunched over his desk, your files scattered out in front of him. Surely, he deserved a reward, for being so dedicated to your work?
“Eddie! You’re still here?”
He jumped, fixing his glasses and straightening his tie.
“Oh, yes…just…finishing up the project. It just needs a sign-off.”
“Good timing then!”
You walked around the desk and pushed in front of him, pinning him between you, the chair, and the wall, bending over to sign the last page, rubbing your ass against his crotch, feeling him twitch lightly in his pants before he sat down to give you space.
“Oh, good idea, there’s a lot more things to sign than I realised.”
You hitched your skirt slightly, sitting on his lap, easing yourself ever so slightly back and forth as you hummed over the document.
“Did…did I do a good…job for you?”
He cleared his throat, hands clinging to the arms of the chair, knuckle white from the grip. You leaned back, pressing your cheek to his and whispering.
“You did a very good job, Eddie. You’re such a good boy.”
He giggled lightly, cheeks almost instantaneously pink.
“I think you really should be rewarded for your dedication, and your input. Here.”
You reached into your pockets, clutching something in your hands, dropping it into his palm. His eyes grew wider from behind his lenses as he teased at the fabric, pulling it out until it was recognisable.
“Are those your…”
“Panties? Yep.”
Before he could utter a complete word, stammering over himself, you leaned back, and up, reached below you and began unzipping his pants, freeing his length and rubbing your bare, slick lips against it once you had slipped it through the front of his boxers. You moaned as you guided his head inside of you, sinking down on him.
“Oh..be…quiet we…ah…can’t let them…huh…hear us…”
“Relax, Eddie! I just want to say thank you.”
He kept his fingers tight in their grip as you sank down onto him again, ready to make sure he was willing to help you next time.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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Could I get a YJ riddler/ female reader with 🩹 🖤 🤎 💔? Also, could you make it angst to fluff with Ed being the one who got hurt?
Bruises
young justice!riddler x female!reader/healing wounds oh for sure i can, he deserves the fluff poor baby ;-; minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: injury, bruises, self-esteem issues send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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It was exceptionally hard not to fawn over him. There was something about his face, his entire demeanour, that made it very easy to grab him and hold him and never want to let go. So cute, so loveable. So funny, with his terrible puns and goofy riddles. But he was so awkward, shy, uncomfortable in his own body outside of his schemes and plans and criminal ventures. Getting close to him was nearly impossible. He found it difficult to let you in, because he truly believed there was no value to him.
So you treasured the moments you go to spend with him, his vulnerability in full show. And to be fair, those moments came pretty regularly. For all of his mental strength, physically, he was far less skilled.
He shuffled into the room, embarrassed, cringing and whimpering lightly with each step.
“Eddie! What happened?”
As he lifted his head to look at you, sheepish, forced smile, you could see that his nose, lips and chin were stained with blood, a cut on the bridge, his eyes blackening in the corners.
“Oh, you poor thing!”
You rushed to him, holding your hand to his cheek which warmed in a blush at your touch, clinging to his tie so he couldn’t move away from you.
“Are you alright, do you think?”
“I’ll be ok…it stings though.”
You pouted, sincerity behind it, but you worried it had come across as patronising. He didn’t seem to mind either way, as he nodded with a pathetic, little frown.
“I’m sure it does, you poor, poor boy.”
You picked up the first aid kit, quick to start dabbing at the blood, making sure the wound on the bridge of his nose was clean before you taped a little plaster on to it.
“This happens far too often, Eddie. I can’t believe no one has killed you yet.”
“It’s not a lack of trying, huh?”
You placed your palm over the back of his hand, easing your fingers between his and squeezing.
“All fixed now though.”
“Nothing can fix me.”
He was back to pouting, snatching his hand away from your touch, denying himself even that small bit of comfort. But you weren’t having it. As he began to walk away, no doubt heading to sulk in a room alone, you grabbed his arm, turning him back around.
“I’d rather you stayed in here…just so I can make sure your head is ok after taking a blow to the face.”
Eddie looked at you, searching for an answer to question he hadn’t asked yet.
“Why are you so nice to me?”
You were stumped for a moment, assuming the answer was obvious, especially to someone so intelligent. But maybe not someone so insecure.
“I like taking care of you, Eddie. I like…I like you.”
At your warm smile, he cringed slightly.
“But I have nothing to offer you.”
Taking hold of his hand again, you squeezed it again, not letting go.
“We can agree to disagree.”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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❓ arkhamriddler
💤 falling asleep on them
💜 that's my girl | ⚫ wow you look...beautiful
Female reader👀
Pretty please?💖
Hush
arkham!riddler x female!reader/falling asleep on them i went soft with this, there's something wrong with me (my love for him) minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: fluff fluff fluff good GOD send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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You rested your head in the crook of his arm, face pressed into his skin. The smell of sweat, metal, emanating from his underarms, soothing and intoxicating as you slept. It deepened the comfort, and the safety, that you always felt around him. It was always very surprising to you when you woke up next to him, wrapped around him, or he around you. When you remembered who it was that you were holding, held by, intimately.
Edward Nygma was an almost entirely unemotional man, at least when it came to those emotions that strayed from his comfortable, familiar sphere of violence, anger, revenge, sadness or irritation. Those seemed to come easiest to him. The negative ones. The hard ones. Always bubbling just below the surface. A default.
And while you had been a little surprised when he displayed a capacity for lust, arousal, desire, you had come to the conclusion that this was in a way, probably an ‘expected’ emotion. But anything softer, anything that might involve a modicum of true affection, you couldn’t imagine he would be capable of processing it, handling it, or even feeling it in the first place. Until he was. Although, being stoic in his resolve to remain himself, not his true self obviously, but the one he liked people to think was the real Edward Nygma, he refused to let you in on that side of him.
No, you were stuck catching glimpses of it. Things he would say but never repeat. Actions, ones he did without thinking, holding your lower back to usher you into or out of a room, a lingering kiss to your forehead, being quiet when he came to bed in the early hours of the morning so he didn’t disturb you as you slept. Those were all indicative of a man who had feelings for someone beyond wanting revenge on them, or wanting to choke them.
But the thing you noticed, accidentally at first, but now completely on purpose every time, was that he waited until you were asleep to shower you with his words of affection. When he thought you couldn’t hear him, he’d let them spill out, holding them in all day, lest anyone, even you, think that he’d gone soft.
So you lay there, against him, maintaining your breathing, pace and speed and weight, continuing to trick him so you could listen to the sweet words he might utter, when he thought he was completely alone. The hand wrapped around you pulled you in, softly, gently, trying not to wake you. As his fingers grazed along your arm, he waited a few moments before speaking, ensuring you were still, to his knowledge at least, sound asleep.
“Wow…you look…beautiful.”
He almost whispered it, the warmth of his breath on your face, so you knew he was facing you, looking at you, adoringly.
You shuffled a little, groaning with the movement, curling closer to him and rubbing your head into him before resuming the steady inhales and exhales. In return, he pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead.
“That’s my girl.”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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Congrats on your 500 followers!! You do deserve them 💞💖💕💖 May I request a Gotham!Riddler/fem!reader with these? 🩹🟤🟠🟪 Thank you very much!!!
Saviour
gotham!riddler x female!reader/healing wounds i just want to kiss him so hard ;-; minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: injury, blood, kissing requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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You smacked the side of his arm lightly.
“Stop squirming, Edward.”
“Stop being so heavy handed, I’m injured.”
There was a large rip in the fabric of the sleeve of his green suit jacket, deep red staining the edges of it and the shite shirt below. Just a graze you had told him, before he started rambling on about the possibilities of infection, of the chances that the bullet could have gone through his arm completely or hit him in the chest or if it was just a bit higher then maybe…
“And I’m patching you up.”
“Oh, it’s really helping.”
You smiled at his sarcasm, but avoided eye contact. You knew what it would lead to. Harmless flirting, exchanging soft glances. They were pleasant in the moment, but the feelings they left lingered too long and turned sour, into deep, desperate desire.
“Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”
“Hm…a little bit. But then again, you get injured so often, it might be better for you to develop a taste for it.”
He laughed quietly.
“I meant this, getting attention. From you.”
You didn’t answer, instead focusing on finishing the cleaning of his wound, preparing it for dressing. But as your hand left him to reach for the bandages, he grabbed it, holding it tight, waiting for you to look at him.
“Perhaps you could kiss me better.”
A soft chuckle, mostly out of disbelief. But when you asked him to repeat himself, he only doubled down.
“I think that might make it better. I want you to kiss me. I want to taste you.”
Your heart leapt in your throat, unsure if you could cope with the tension that was quickly building between you.
“I’m not sure if that’s-”
But before you could finish he had pulled you in, his one, uninjured arm grabbing you and holding you still while his lips found yours in an intense clash. Stunned at first, not used to getting what you wanted, you didn’t move, didn’t even kiss him back. But as you warmed to the touch, to the sensation of the pleasure, to the taste of him against you, you deepened the kiss, throwing your hands to his head, holding him closer, pushing yourself onto him, only letting your lips leave his to pepper kisses over his cheeks, down his neck.
At his soft moans of glee, you let the kisses fall further, down the front of his neck, over his Adam’s apple, pulling the shirt to the side to kiss at his collar bone, and finally finding your way to his freshly cleaned wound. You let a light kiss fall to it, gentle, but forceful enough that he knew there was genuine affection behind it.
“There. Did I do a good job for you?”
Edward smirked at you, his hand still holding your arm.
“It still hurts a little bit.”
You were able to let out a brief laugh before he had pulled you back in again.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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❓😤 for arkham riddler ofc
Im such a slut for this asshole im sorry-
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arkham!riddler x gn!reader/jealousy bub me too, i am the sluttiest for him, he is my flame, my muse 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: jealousy, kind of suggested threat requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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“Ok, don’t mess this up. I mean, you’re not going to. You’re Edward Nigma. You don’t mess things up unless you mean too.”
He stood in front of the mirror, teasing his hair back as neatly as he could, licking his thumb and pressing it, hard, to his cheek to rub away the stains. He groaned as he picked at the torn vest he wore. At least his shirt was in one piece, albeit filthy. It didn’t matter though, he was fine, he was cool, calm, collected.
Or at the very least, he was prepared.
At the sound of you entering his workspace, he took a deep breath and left the room, walking slower than usual, he noted, as though he weren’t excited to see you. As though his heart wasn’t beating so fast he thought he might faint. Before he turned the corner, he stopped to breathe again. He was sweating, losing whatever semblance of control he had left. You knew him well enough to know he was volatile. But usually his outbursts came in the form of anger, distress, frustration. He’d never really experienced a desire to let loose a barrage of compliments and declarations of feelings for someone before.
He’d held it in long enough though, and he’d built up the courage, or no…the brain power, he had to make time for this out of his more important work after all, to finally tell you how he felt. He felt silly, but in a good way. Like he might make a fool of himself, but that it would be beneficial to do so, a notion he had never considered before in his life.
As he braced himself for contact, he suddenly realised he could hear your voice, along with another, talking and laughing. No one visited him. He stressed over who might have come to the door to speak with either him or you, before realising he could just as easily take a look.
And so he was faced with you and whoever the hell it was that you were now leaning into, placing a kiss on their cheek, one to their lips, before waving goodbye with a stupidly doughy face.
“Visitor?”
You jumped at his words, not noticing he was there.
“Edward…I…no. A…friend.”
“Friend? That’s quite a close friendship.”
You smiled, blushing lightly.
“More than a friend. But it’s…new…so it doesn’t have a name.”
“Hm…and does it have a name?”
“Edward, be nice.”
But he’d already resolved not to be. He had been waiting his turn, patiently finding the right…time…the right words to explain himself to you. The late nights together, the way you knew how not to irritate him, a skill so few people possessed, himself included sometimes. You were absolutely perfect, and there was no way he was going to let someone else benefit from you.
“I’m not telling you anything, Edward. You’ll only do something weird!”
You walked out of the room, leaving him alone, his fists clenched and teeth gritted.
Not weird…criminal maybe, but not weird.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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(Respectfully) *slams hand on table* Arkham 🎃 and 🪑 with literally anything
I WANT TO SEE THE SPOOKY MAN FLUSTERED
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Crane sat back in the tattered chair behind the desk in his makeshift office. Conducting his business, free from the judgement of the guards and other prisoners, offering a deeper counselling service than the state employed psychiatrists could. You had seen him every day for two weeks, and he’d needled his way into your mind, learning everything about you, your strengths, your weaknesses, what he could and couldn’t exploit. And you knew he was doing it. You knew his offer of dedicated therapy was an excuse to learn the worst and best of his fellow inmates, which ones he could manipulate into doing his bidding. There was one thing about you he was yet to learn though, something you had thus far, miraculously kept hidden.
You knew and you liked it. You wanted him to control you, to scare you. You wanted him to have you.
“Do we have an appointment?”
“There’s no one else in here, I thought it might be ok. I need to talk about something, and I don’t think it can wait.”
“My time is valuable. Yours is not. You will wait until I call for you.”
You came further into the room regardless, breath hitching slightly, but desperation taking over and controlling the new found bravery you utilised as you approached his desk. He let his gaze wander over you, judging, scrutinising, up the length of you, before he spoke.
“I apologise, perhaps I wasn’t explicit enough in my phrasing. Get out.”
“I insist, Dr Crane.” Leaning on the side of his desk, you placed your palm over his hand. “I think you’ll want to hear this.”
He pulled his hand out from under yours, gripping at your wrist as you reached out to him. But there was no stopping you now, and you slipped from the desk to his lap in a quick motion, too swift for him to stand up or hold you back.
“This is highly ill-advised. You’re aware of who I am. You know my reputation.”
“Absolutely.”
“And you have no concern for your own safety? Do you ever think that maybe you should exercise a modicum of self-preservation?”
You leant into him, whispering the words breathily, lips grazing against his as you formed the words.
“Make me, then.”
He blushed, as much as you could make it out on his pallid face. With a swift movement, his hand clutched your jaw, sharp, ragged nails digging into the skin. You gasped, and he chuckled in response, feeling satisfied that he had regained the upper-hand in this little pseudo-battle. But as you ground your hips against him, he whimpered, loosening the grip enough that you could grab both of his wrists in your own hands. You held them above his head. His mouth was open lightly, in genuine awe, lips quivering but no words forming. You had him speechless.
“So, Doctor, do you think I could lead the session this week?”
“I…I feel that might be appropriate in this instance, yes.”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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Asdfgkllp I just realized I fricked up the first time
Arkham 🎃 with 🪑 and 🟠🟦 with fem!reader please oh great Finnie 🥺💚
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In bra and panties, you sat astride Jonathan’s lap, his body completely unclothed, pinned to the seat beneath you, but putting up no fight, no temptation to get out from under your hold. His pale, scarred skin was cool under you, soft to the touch, and sensitive enough that you drew shaking breaths from him just by trailing your fingers along him, a light, ghosting touch.
You let yourself shift back and forth, grinding against him, his cock, hard, twitching, precum seeping from the tip, his head slick with his own arousal and yours, which rubbed onto him from the fabric of your underwear as you let your lips, still clothed and covered, rub against his twitching length.
He was completely under your control, and you felt immensely powerful, driven to a state of wild, intense desire and desperation as you teased him, giving him everything, and yet nothing.
Jonathan opened his mouth, his jaw hanging loose, tongue lapping at his ragged lips, trying to wet them, trying to entice you to them. You let a soft kiss fall to them before sitting back up.
“Tell me what you want, Jonathan.”
He whimpered before he spoke, taking you in, his hands hovering over your thighs before he let his palms rest on them, sharp fingers dragging along, digging into your skin.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Please.”
“Come on, Crane, use your words.”
“Anywhere, touch me anywhere. I don’t care, please.”
With his cock pressed between your mound and his abdomen, you caressed his cheek, thumb soft as it stroked back and forth before following his jaw line down, pulling at his chin, our fingers lingering on his breast bone before taking his nipples between them, rolling them under your knuckles, his sharp whines tingling your body.
You let go, jutting your hips forward, offering him a tiny bit of sweet friction before you leaned back, his hands holding you steady, firm on your lower back.
“What else do you want, Jonny?”
“Taste.”
“Hm?”
You smile at him, almost smirking at his verbal capacity, his intelligence drained, cock hard, brain devoid of any thoughts aside from the ones that involved you.
He strained his neck towards you, mouth hanging loose.
“I want to know how you taste.”
A soft laugh, one that had him throwing his had back with a groan. You slipped two fingers into the band of your underwear, pushing them between your swollen, soaking lips, pressing into you, walls tightening around your own digits, as you collected your slick, fingers wet when you pulled them back out.
Jonathan was looking back at you now, leaning into you, towards you, unable to reach you from where he was held.
You brought your fingers to his mouth, his tongue out and flat, ready to receive. As you pressed them to it, he groaned, the vibration felt on your fingertips, his gratitude obvious as he enclosed his mouth around you, lips sliding up and down as he sucked your fingers clean, savouring the taste.
“Anything else, Jonathan?”
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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❓️(Dano!Riddler), 👀 (Stuck together in a small space), 🟤("Is it wrong that I'm enjoying this?", 🟠("I want to know how you taste."), 🟢("You better not fuck this up"). All 3 of these circles are his inner thoughts.
Dano!Riddler x Shy!Busty!Reader where they're both stuck on a crowded train and pressed up against each other. Reader's apologizing profusely about squishing him with their heavenly soft and huge rack, and Edward is trying his damndest to keep his cool about it (he is turned on like crazy and this is also the first time someone's touched him in like, years). But at the same time, he's also trying to use this as an oppurtunity to possibly segue into becoming friends with Reader. Whether he not he succeeds will be up to you. 😋
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dano!riddler x gn!reader/stuck together in a small space oh ho this is...*clap clap clap* because this is got me blushing ;-; minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: awkward touching, flirting, cutie send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been staring at your breasts the moment the train pulled into the station and he had caught a glimpse of you. Completely distracted, forgetting all social conventions and politeness, watching them bounce as you stepped onto the carriage. The unfortunate but blessed luck of you having to stand next to him, crushed closer and closer as the passengers continued to pile on.
Trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone, from taking up more than your fair share of the space, but one big rush from a final person had everyone surging together, and you were slammed directly into him, chest first, pressing him back to the wall with your breasts alone.
Entirely embarrassed, you looked up at him to apologise and saw he was evidently equally flustered by your encounter. His sweet, green eyes were wide, focused on the view he had from his height, his cheeks a ruddy pink, flushed and warm.
“I’m so sorry!”
“No, it’s nice…I mean it’s…fine…I mean…it’s not a problem.”
You giggled a little, offering your hands, crushed between your bodies, and your name.
“Oh, I’m…Edward.”
He tried to shake your hand, but brushed against your side, snatching his hand away and accidentally ending up hitting the underside of your chest.
“Ah! I’m…sorry.”
“Don’t worry, you can practically taste each other in the carriages at rush hour!”
“Oh god, I want to know how you taste.” He snapped himself away from that thought before it lingered too long. It would be detrimental to be literally drooling as he tried to speak to you.
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t usually take the train.”
His voice cracked on the last word as the train jostled, sending you into him, your breasts pressed into his body, the first time he had felt someone against him in years, soft, warm, comforting. He dug his fingers into his thighs within his pockets, trying to distract himself with something, anything.
“Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this? Better not enjoy it too much or…” His eyes drifted to your cleavage again, as the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach gave warning of the worst-case scenario. He looked to the ceiling, trying desperately to think of anything else, as he felt himself twitch within his trousers.
“Oh, well, at least you’re stuck with me, I’m not some weird creep trying to feel you up!”
“Ha…yeah, that would be terrible!”
“That would be wonderful.”
You smiled at him. He was cute, sweet, definitely interested in you, or at least certain parts of you. When he noticed you looking, he blushed, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. When the train came to a stop, you were separated briefly, only spotting each other again as the throngs of passengers dissipated and left the station. He waved, awkwardly, and you walked over to him.
“Which way are you heading?”
He pointed.
“Same! Wanna…walk together?”
He nodded, mouth open slightly, unsure of how to speak.
“You better not fuck this up.”
Both of you, thinking the same thing as you left the station together.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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🎃☔🟦
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It wasn’t official in your job description, but given that you were the only one he didn’t threaten to kill and would actually listen to, your title quickly became ‘Crane Tamer’. No one else would deal with him, so he was your responsibility. Which was fine, completely, because you enjoyed his company, more than you could ever have anyone know.
And as the rain pelted the grounds of Arkham, you were radioed first with the news.
*We’ve lost Crane. Last visuals were in the grounds three minutes ago.*
No need to get back to them, it was directed at you and everyone knew it. So, shrugging on your jacket, you headed out into the rain to find Jonathan.
It didn’t take long. You found him in less than five minutes, wandering around, soaking wet, no sense of urgency to his steps. In fact, the slow pace at which he walked, the way he let you approach him, putting up little resistance to you, made you nervous.
“Alright, Jonathan. What’s the plan?”
 He stared wistfully towards the city, over the dangerous, dark waters.
“No plan. I wanted to go for a walk.”
He turned to face you, staring deeply into your eyes.
“Just to clear my head.”
Returning to his previous position, you joined him, standing next to him, quietly appreciating the view with him before you spoke again.
“You have to go back to your cell. You can’t do this to me, you can’t escape.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to go back to Gotham, those aren’t my intentions.”
That in itself was more concerning than if he had admitted that he was executing phase one of a master plan to get him out of here. If those weren’t his intentions, what were they?
“I belong here, with the other monsters.”
A few more moments of uncomfortable silence between you, as you wondered what you could say to him, what sentiments you could offer than were in line with your job and professionalism.
“Perhaps I’ll go back to my cell now. Thank you for joining me.”
He waited for you to move, his wrists extended, expecting the cuffs.
“You’re not a monster, Jonathan.”
A satisfied hum emanated from his chest, but it felt self-effacing, as though he were pleased that you offered him the words, but that they were hollow, meaningless, untrue. He held out one hand in front of you, palm up.
“Touch me then.”
“What?”
“I want you to touch me. If I’m not a monster, then feel my skin.”
The air was warm, despite the rain, the mood almost romantic as you stared up into his sad eyes, placing your own hand in his. It was cool, hard, but the way his fingers curled around you felt sweet. Without thinking, you kissed him, hand on his cheek, pulling away quickly when you realised what you had done.
“Back to my cell now?”
You cuffed him, and he went easily, offering a solemn nod when he was secured behind his bars.
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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago
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No anon, we die like men.
Hullo, hullo! I love your blog so much, and I saw your 500 follower prompt list! Congrats!
So here are the emojis; 🎃👀⚪️💔🟤
I had to think on this for a bit lol. Any Scarecrow of your choice, whoever you think fits best! Also, afab reader, but gender neutral pronouns would be appreciated. I have forgotten what else you told us to add, but I think that for 🟤 it would be said by reader? If that's against the rules, feel free to ignore that part! I just love your writing lol, I think you do Scarecrow and Riddler so well.
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general!scarecrow x gn!reader/stuck together in a small space we love a strong commitment to simpery over here, and this request is perfect and wonderful and also i think sort of general jonathan works best here 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: flirting, kissing send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500
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In retrospect, it would have been wise to try and find another place to hide from the looming presence of the GCPD on your tails. But you panicked, worried that you didn’t have enough time to find another spot. So Jonathan would just need to accept it. Which he was having a surprisingly hard job doing.
“Look, I’m sorry, but at least this way we know the other one hasn’t been caught!”
“And if they happen upon the lab and find us, then we’ll both be taken in, and there won’t be anyone to preserve my experiments, to carry on the work until the other can get out.”
“Huh…yeah. That’s…”
“Please, just be quiet.”
He shifted from you, back against the wall, your body pressed into him, no escape from you.
“Would you like to…discuss the latest batch of toxin?”
“I absolutely would not. Shush.”
“We could play a game of I Spy!”
“In the dark?”
“Hmmm.”
He let out a dry chuckle.
“You know, for someone so smart, you surprise me with your stupidity sometimes.”
“I’m glad I can still surprise you after all this time.”
He laughed again. You were lucky you could do that, it had saved you from being reprimanded, or worse, on more than a few occasions. And it was such a pleasant laugh he had, when he let himself be happy, supressed the urge to maintain his façade.
“You annoy me so much, it’s almost gone full circle.”
“Does that mean you like me, Crane?”
He said nothing. You didn’t think he would. It would be too much to ask for him to admit any feelings for you beyond vague respect and gentle appreciation of your assistance. You instead had learned to live with his faux sardonic sentiments, taking them as statements of his adoration, whether they were intended that way or not. And riling him up was the best way to get him to utter those sweet notes of sarcasm that filled your heart with warmth.
“So, I get an intense, personal audience with the great Doctor Crane, no distractions around him and I’m not even allowed to talk?”
A deep sigh, his breath warm on your cheek, close enough to you that it warmed your face. You rested your palm on his chest.
“I suppose there are other things we could do in silence…what do you say?”
You spoke with a giggle, almost a mocking tone. Trying to get a rise out of him. Though you could feel his heartbeat rising with your suggestive touch, he pretended there was no interest, that he had no idea what you were insinuating.
“You’re very…I can’t believe no one has killed you yet.”
You leant in and pressed a kiss to his lips, just light enough that you could make out his features.
His lips tasted of stale coffee, cigarettes, and yet you lapped at them, savouring it. He pulled back, clearing his throat before he spoke.
“How much longer do you imagine we might need to stay in here?” He questioned, trying to calculate in his head.
“I’m not sure, but I hope we have a little bit longer together.” Another kiss to his slightly open mouth. “Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”
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