#The Riddler x Y/N

[danosrosegarden]

Hiiiiii loveee I wasn’t sure if ur valentines request were open or what- if they aren’t please feel free to ignore this

I’m in need for soft Eddie and just soft NSFW maybe fem reader takes care of him and just smothers him and just WOWBUWHE

BODYWORSHIP PLEASE I WANNA KISS THAR MANS THIGHS AND HIS CUTE TUMMY NEED HIN

ok sorry about that 😞

amour plastique - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{valentine's requests: three ♡}

{contains: anxiety/insecurity on edward's end, oral sex (male receiving), overall fluff and comfort. <3}

♡ Your words of encouragement and affirmation were thick and sweet and bubbled in his heart like drizzling honey, but Edward could not shake the chronic feeling that he was not enough.

♡ What does enough even mean, Eddie? you had asked him one night in the soft, quiet glow of the fairy lights strung around your bedroom walls. What do you mean, not enough? You always make me feel so good. You're so gentle with me. You make me feel special. What else could I want from you?

♡ It sinks its talons into his heart and twists his stomach into impossible knots, the thought that he could lose you. That you'd find someone better. That you could be lying about how he made you feel. He knew you'd never, but that's just what a mind plagued with blackened, grimy worry did to his thoughts. The idea of being naive enough to fall for a fake, plastic love ignited a great, fiery fear within him. You were all he had. He could not afford for it to be a lie.

♡ As soon as you noticed him growing distant, you decided to prune his fears. You could not afford to lose him, either. Edward handled your heart with steady, loving hands, caressing the veins with careful, gentle brushes. Where could you find another guy like that in Gotham?

♡ The lights in the room glowed dimly as your fingers tenderly brushed up and down his bare thighs. He laid before you on your bed, one hand petting your head and the other holding your free hand. Even with his dick out and throbbing, shimmering pearls of precum leaking down onto his skin, he was such a swooning romantic. You laughed at the juxtaposition.

♡ "What's funny?" he asked defensively. You shook your head as you unlinked your hands. "Nothing. You're just cute."

♡ Even in the gloomy, shadowy light of the dim bedroom, you could still see the broiling hot blush dusted across Edward's cheeks as you planted tender kisses on the plush thickness of his thighs. His legs were already shaking from anticipation. As you sewed more slow, mellow kisses onto his skin, your hand trailed up to his dribbling cock. He squeaked out a high whine as you gave his shaft a soft squeeze.

♡ "D-don't tease," he whined. You gave a chuckle as your hand pumped his cock loosely. The sticky, wet sounds lacing the air in the room were already making your cheeks pop with warmth and desire. "You're so pretty when you're being teased, though," you argued, a wide grin slathered across your face. "You buck your hips and grip the sheets and god..." you trailed off. "It makes me want to play around with you for hours."

♡ Edward squirmed and writhed, his body begging for just a little more contact, just a pinch more friction. Though you truly could've watched his chest shudder and his hips swivel for forever, you decided he'd been good. He always was, wasn't he? Always so ready to take whatever you'd give him, bleating out the sweetest little thank yous and more, pleases all the while.

♡ A high, crackling moan slithered out from his throat as you reached forward and your tongue found his drooling head. His hands flew to the back of your head. He was careful not to thrust his hips forward or push down too hard on your head. He was always so soft with you.

♡ The warbling whimpers that flossed themselves through the air went straight to your core. A familiar tingling warmth crackled through your body. It was hard to control yourself when the sounds he made were just so beautiful, beyond difficult to stop yourself from reaching down and giving your clit gentle, circular rubs. You instead focused your energy on your Eddie.

♡ It took a bit of strength not to chuckle when you looked up at him while continuing to bob your head. He was in heaven, his eyes squeezed shut and his round cheeks burnt a blistering pink as more blissed-out groans dripped from his mouth.

♡ "S-so good," he said. "You're so good to me."

♡ Not to say that sex put a band aid over every insecurity and problem, but you at least hoped that giving him this token of your appreciation made him feel a bit more loved. You adored everything that Edward was. The way he stuck his tongue out in concentration when solving a crossword puzzle, the way he'd slowly melt into your hugs, the sound of his high giggles when he was stumbling through telling you a joke, the smell of his body wash and shampoo trailing against his skin as your bodies pressed against each other in bed. Everything about Edward was bewitching to you. You hoped he'd recognize it completely one day.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐲𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: something for your m.i.n.d— superorganism

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• Everyone's seen how he acted around Kristen before you started frequenting the GCPD

• To most of the precinct, Edward's a fidgety, overzealous guy, with a smile border lining on creepy. He's not the best at socializing, and his lack of understanding boundaries leave him with nearly zero friends

• So when you showed up with that sharp gaze of yours, at least attempting to supply him with the answer to one of his riddles, he knew he had to have you

• As a friend, of course. What else could he possibly mean by that.

• Whether you work at the precinct with him, or just happen to show up there more than considered normal, Ed can't help but hault his day just to talk to you. And he always opens with a riddle. One that he cooked up laying in his bed at night especially for you

• "My life is measured in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" He smiles at you over the rim of his glasses, wringing his hands expectantly

• "Hey to you too, Nygma." You don't even have to look up to know that he's smiling

• "Please. Call me Ed. Do you give up?"

• "As if. Hit me with it again, would you?"

• I'm begging you. Do some kintec type puzzles with him. You will literally win his love and affection on the spot. Even if it's just a mini rubic's cube attached to a key ring; Ed is absolutely enamored with you the moment you pull it out

• It takes him a while to fully realize that he has developed sort of a thing for you. It most likely takes the help of his alter ego to flip the switch in his brain once and for all; something he doesn't appreciate. Especially considering the lack of filter he has when it comes to Ed's romance life

• After all a few months ago, the only one he had eyes for made fun of him in her spare time. Now that he has someone who genuinely wants to know about his day? It's all over for the poor guy

• If Ed ever finds out that you talk about him to other people—in a positive light, of course—he wont stop smiling for days. It gets to a point where even Jim notices and shakes his head, glad to see that forensics scientist is looking happy

• Leaves more than just verbal riddles for you to solve. That odd shaped box that you don't remember putting in your bag? That slip of paper written in a coded message? Edwards by your side the next time you show up, asking if you were able to solve it

• Lee probably knows about his crush on this mysterious figure. She can't help but notice that Edward's a little happier than he should be while digging through a dead guys sternum for a bullet

• Definitely unleashes a soft interrogation on him, only stopping once his ears are a flaming red and he cant look her in the eyes

• When she finally meets you for the first time, she can't help but smile at you knowingly while Ed sweats bullets in the background

• "So you're Nygma's friend huh? He talks about you a lot."

• "Ed?" You draw his name out and raise an eyebrow slowly, leaning to the left to peer over Lee's shoulder quizzically

• "I've suddenly recalled, uh, a uhm, experiment that I uh. Yeah. Bye."

• "Sigh. And he didn't even give me a riddle this time."

• "Oh you two really are just perfect."

• "I have no idea what your talking about."

[undiscovered-horizon]

Bestie we need a part two 💳💥💥💳💥💥💳💳💥💥💳💳💳 ASAP u can’t leave this beautifully made fanfic without a  sequel, this made me kick my feet in the air and giggle like schoolgirl 😀 lolll I’m down bad for Eddie/riddler

yo call me FedEx because I deliver (not sure this the package you wanted tho)

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 2

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What you thought was a single, queer occasion, became something regular. The notes and cards would appear every other day and soon you found yourself expecting them with excitement. You had your own little, deliciously sweet secret. Realizing how the situation might look to others, you didn't dare tell anyone else about the strangeness you've been a part of - they wouldn't understand. People were quick to jump to conclusions, to assume the worst of others even if there was no malice. Just like there was none in the bizarre friendship or relationship, you had with someone whose identity you couldn't even begin to guess.

The question of the secret admirer's identity was something that wouldn't let you sleep. Some occurrences were too tailored to you and your mundane life for the enigmatic person to be someone completely estranged. Like that one day when the whole world seemed to be against you and nothing would go the way you wanted, you found a cinnamon bun with a birthday candle at your doorstep. So whoever they were, they simply cared.

Was there a piece of you that remained wary? Yes, of course, there was - if your life did not transform into a chick flick, it sure became a good buildup to a horror movie. That part of you, however, was silent most of the time. After all, what kind of malice, if any, could reside in a heart of someone who showered you with small gifts and words of affection?

That day, you were greeted with a bouquet of pink and red flowers strung together with raffia. A small tag was tied to the decoration:

What flowers are kissable?

You looked closer at the flowers in the bouquet - they were all of one kind...

"Tulips?" you slowly said to yourself. You couldn't help but laugh. "God, you're so corny."

Shaking your head with amusement, you entered your apartment and went straight to your bedside table to change one mysterious bouquet for another. The previous flowers barely even began to wilt.

"Wish you had a name," you said as your hand caressed the tag attached to the flowers.

Having let out a heavy sigh, you decided to change into something more comfortable. You let your thoughts wander, conjuring up various possibilities about the secret admirer, as you took off your top and pants - completely oblivious to the lovesick voyeur following each of your steps.

He felt a little ashamed for not immediately looking away. But, in the end, it wasn't his fault, was it? How could he ever be blamed for succumbing to your luring beauty? Could sailors truly be responsible for following the siren's song?

Although his eyes were still fixed on you, his mind was already fantasizing about the next gift he should make for you but most importantly - the little wish you had made that he couldn't help but grant. Truthfully, Ed couldn't deny you anything; he was but a humble servant to your ethereal glory.

The next day, when you were about to leave the comfort of your home and face the responsibilities of the real world, you found another envelope laying on the doormat outside your front door. Inside, there was another cheesy card to add to your abundant collection. This one, however, did not have a riddle written on it but a torn-out page from what looked like a vintage collection of poems:

My lady hath of charms her lion’s share; Grace, beauty, wit and a sweet thoughtfulness, Which rests serenely on her gentle face, Sweet as the flowers are, and pure as air.

Below the ripped-out page was a small scribble that made you audibly gasp, although softly: '- Ed'.

"So you do have a name... Eddie." You smiled to yourself feeling how easily the name rolled off your tongue.

His heart stopped for a moment. The world grew silent and the only thing that mattered, truly mattered, was the soft affection with which you spoke his name.

[estuporious]

Riddler: Riddle me this, bitch.

Y/N: ¿Can we talk about my day?

Riddler: Fuck your day.

[lost-in-sokovia]

Hi soph!!!! You asked for blurb requests so can you do something about just hugging Eddie and how warm and soft and loved he feels??

HI DARLING YES!

windbreaker

he ran in as quickly as possible, closing the door firmly behind him and letting a shiver run through his entire body. it had been rainy and windy all day in gotham, and you were lucky you had gotten to stay home all day instead of going out like your poor boyfriend.

you heard eddie sniff as he took off his shoes taking a couple of deep breaths to re-ground himself and let his body finally relax. you stood up from the couch and softly made your way to the door where he stood.

“hi, baby,” you greeted sweetly. edward looked up at you and gave you a small smile.

“hi, angel. s-sorry,” he breathed. you cocked an eyebrow.

“sorry about what?”

“just—“ your boyfriend sighed heavily and shrugged. he knew he had no reason to apologize. he was literally just existing after coming home from work. you looked at him and carefully walked over to him. unzipping his wet navy blue windbreaker, you parted the sides before wrapping your arms around his body inside it. edward’s breath caught in his throat and you nuzzled against the button up he wore as you took in how warm and comforting he felt.

“you’re so lovely,” was all you murmured. you felt eddie’s shallow breath graze the top of your head for a moment before he swallowed.

“thank you,” he mumbled, a bit flustered. you stayed there, occasionally increasing your grip around him and running your fingers gently up and down his back. he couldn’t quite hug you back, he didn’t want to get you wet, but from the way he slowly melted into your touch, you knew he felt at home.

loved.

[spookbusters]

Girl on Film (18+)

Summary: You and Edward film a session.

// Pairing: Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Reader

// Word Count: 853 (this was supposed to be a sub-600-word blurb lol)

// Warnings: Not beta-d! Porn without plot, begging, sex on camera (barely discussed lol), unprotected piv sex, hair pulling, Eddie in Riddler gear, clothed Eddie/naked reader, cervix kissing, mild!!choking, mild possessiveness (Eddie AND Reader), sweat (??).

// A/N: Friendly reminder that my req.s are open!! I am simply obsessed with him. This is... filthy and self-indulgent. For only 853 words, we sure managed to pack in a ton of warnings on this one.

// As per the warnings, note that this work is intended for those who are of age in their respective countries! MINORS DNI!!!

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"Mmf-... Riddler," you whimper, "More please, please."

Eddie hums and takes a moment to take in the scene around him: the repeated squeak of the bedsprings with each brutal motion of his hips, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your shared bedroom, the way your soaking slit sucks him deeper into you regardless of how ferociously he's battering your cunt. Your body writhes beneath him, sweat covering your nude body in a thin sheen that makes you seem to glitter.

Despite all the beautiful sensory experiences before him, he's particularly fond of one detail in this scene: the blinking red light of his camera.

Taping a session was your idea, whispered one evening while nestled in his lap and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. It made his blood feel molten in his veins when you said, "Maybe the Riddler should fuck me on camera one day. What do you think, Eddie?" It took an honest effort not to stain his sweatpants as soon as the words had left your mouth.

Now Eddie stands over you, tall and broad, breathing hard through his mask. He hums, appreciative of how you beg for your pleasure. A fist comes from behind your head, gripping your hair and pulling your face away from where you'd pressed it into your mattress. "Look at the camera," he commands, and your tear-blurred eyes struggle to find and focus on the lens. You whine when he hits your cervix again.

"Oh, that felt good, didn't it, sweet thing," he teased, practically salivating behind his mask at how you arch your back into him, "I didn't miss how you squeezed just now." The slick sound of him ruining your pussy is making you dizzy. "Yeah," you sigh, "Don't stop, please don't- oh god." Your breathy voice is steadily increasing in pitch, the way it always does when you're close.

"You love it, don't you," comes your voice, and Eddie relishes in how can hear the way you're trying to keep it together. It's the most coherently you've spoken since he buried himself in your slippery heat. "What, would that be, pretty girl?" "Knowing-... ah, knowing I'm all yours," you reply. A loud groan reverberates in his chest, and he detangles his hand from your hair to wrap around your throat. Eddie uses it to pull your body up and against him, your back pressed against his front. Immediately, he presses his fingers to your clit to rub in painfully quick circles. "Yes," is his hissed reply.

The change in position brings with it a new angle, and now Eddie is repeatedly spearing you on his cock as opposed to rutting into you like a toy. The leather of the glove around your neck creaks as it tightens ever so lightly, enough to remind you it's there and to serve as a reminder of his strength. "But I think you like it, too," he sighs, voice gravelly with pleasure, "Being mine, and knowing I'm yours just the same." When he's inside you, so silken and warm and molding to his shape, he feels that you were made for him. You squeak, arm reaching behind you to cradle the back of his neck, "Yes."

You let your head fall back onto his shoulder as he breaks you. When you turn your head, you find that he's already looking at you, watching you fall apart. Behind the mask, you see his eyes; half-lidded and hazy, they're equal in tenderness and ferocity. "Take it, sweetheart. Take me," he says. The words fall short of being an order but decidedly are not a suggestion, either. Regardless, it makes you whimper.

Trembling fingers reach up and pop the button holding the mouth panel shut. You realize when you finally see his lips that his panting has been muffled by the mask. Without hesitation, you kiss him, tasting where the salt of his sweat has dripped down his face to pool past his cupid's bow. Eddie takes equal time to taste you, licking into your mouth and biting the pillow softness of your lips.

When you break, it's like a glass shattered at its resonant frequency. You burst from the inside out, into a thousand pieces. Eddie stills himself to ride through it, thighs flexing beneath his slacks at the effort it takes not to bury himself to the hilt and let your body milk him dry. In no way is he ready for this to be over yet. He rides every wave of your orgasm with you, breathing through his nose with each contraction of your muscles around him.

Once he's sure you're through all the aftershocks, he rocks into you again and your spine bows at your sensitivity. The pleasured moan that bubbles from your throat and buzzes in his ears sends a shiver down his back. Eddie sets a new pace, less frenzied than before, but you both knew it wouldn't be long before he got lost in your body again. "Just a little longer," he pleads, and you nod before you guide him to kiss you again.

Just a little longer.

[writingsofmax]

Home For Christmas

Words: 3.7 K

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, character exploration, christmas

author's note: I was sitting alone, super late on Christmas night, feeling weird about the holidays when I decided to write this. This is an Edward x reader fic but it's also an exploration of his character. I was thinking about what Edward's experience with Christmas might have been throughout different times of his life, and how he would realistically handle it as an adult. If you're someone that finds the holidays difficult and maybe doesn't even like Christmas, then this one goes out to you. <3

Christmas. 

Every year it was excruciating. The holiday had been brutal at the orphanage. Back when the orphanage was still functioning, he had been too young to participate or even remember the festivities. By the time he was old enough, the funding had run out. 

The staff would put up some dusty decorations that were falling apart on one designated Christmas wall for a couple days. The children would rehearse their hymns and songs for the public. They would each get one present that was the same as everyone else’s. It was usually a pair of mittens or a spiral notebook. And then they would go to bed hungry and freezing cold. The single television they had would project images of children spending Christmas at loving homes. Their living room floors hidden under the copious amounts of presents they received. Smiles big and warm on their faces as they lifted the steaming mug of hot cocoa to their lips. They would sit on the floor and watch those displays of what the holidays should be like before a staff member would come in and turn the TV off, sending them all to their cots and threadbare blankets for the night.

One year Thomas Wayne came to the orphanage during Christmas. And he talked to Edward! Imagine that! Told him he mattered. That he would do well in this world. 

What a joke. 

He had been too young to understand then, but he had just been a political pawn. As an adult he knew that Mr. Wayne had most likely been told to say nice things to the poor orphans so he could look good on TV. But as a child he had taken it very seriously. He had gotten his hopes up just to be beaten down soon after. That had been one of his earliest Christmas memories. 

Once he was old enough to go to a public school outside of the orphanage it was almost worse.

“What did you get this year?” The inevitable question would come.

“Nothing.” Edward would always reply. 

Like every year. 

But he wanted to say “Lies. False promises. Emptiness.” 

Sleepless cold nights. Forced pageantry so everyone else could enjoy the stupid holiday. Those Christmas songs and hymns were burned into his memory whether he liked it or not. 

In college it wasn’t much better. Everyone would talk about how excited they were for winter break. Looking forward to seeing family, friends and pets that they were missing.  Hearing everyone in passing idly chatting about the homes they were going back to. Even out of the orphanage he couldn’t escape the fact that he was unwanted. That there was no home for him to go back to and that there never would be. 

He would stay on campus of course, the halls barren, and walk around like a ghost. No classes to distract him from the echoes of his past. No swell of bodies in the hall to disappear into and be a part of. 

It was just him and the inner knowledge that he wasn’t wanted, that he had no one, and that it was somehow his fault. Those late nights on campus he would find himself walking outside alone a lot. He would spend late nights trudging through the snow, hoping the chill would distract him from the screaming in his mind. 

As an adult, holiday parties at work were just another societal ritual that he didn’t understand. Secret Santas were like his own personal hell. No one wanted to get Eddie for theirs. No one knew what to get him because he, “Didn’t talk much!” His reactions to opening the things he got were never acceptable enough. He was either overly cheerful or came off as rude. It’s like he couldn’t choose the right emotions that people wanted to see. 

No one ever liked the gifts he gave either. A gift certificate to a diner that the recipient thought was gross. A plain office spiral notebook that wasn’t enough for Christmas, even though as a child that’s usually what he had gotten. A small book of riddles that they frowned upon opening and asked, “Isn’t this stuff for kids?” 

“Happy Holidays”  

No one wants me. 

“Merry Christmas!” 

There is something deeply wrong with me. 

“Have a happy new year!”

 I am never going to fit in in this world. 

For Edward, it never got easier. His routine was always to try and avoid the holidays as much as possible. All of these reasons and more were why, when you asked him if he wanted to spend the holiday with you this year, he didn’t know what to say.

He froze and you immediately said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to! I don’t mean to impose!” 

Because he looked deeply uncomfortable when you asked.  He grimaced and looked out the diner window, now cloudy with frost on the glass. Turning his attention back to you, he picked up his coffee cup and swirled the dregs around contemplatively. 

“It’s fine... It’s just that I don’t…. like… the holidays,” he answered slowly, as if even thinking about it was painful.

You frowned. You knew that Eddie had been an orphan, maybe it had been insensitive of you to ask. 

“Oh.. That’s okay! Um. I was just asking because I’m not going home this year, so I just thought…” you trailed off seeing that same pained expression appear on his face again. 

“Home..” he answered before taking the last sip of his coffee. He didn’t finish his thought. 

You were definitely puzzled. You had been with Eddie for almost a year now, and hadn’t ever seen him be this quiet. You knew he wasn’t the most forthcoming about personal matters, but this was different. He hadn’t even told you a riddle or a pun today. 

“My family is going on a trip this year and I couldn’t take that much time off work, so I have four days to fill by myself,” you explained, not sure if he was listening or not, “and I like spending time with you so…”

Eddie smiled weakly at your last comment.

“I like spending time with you too,” he answered quietly.

The waitress came to your table and refilled both of your mugs while you sat in silence. 

“Eddie? Are you okay?” 

He looked up at you over his coffee apologetically. 

“Yes, sorry.. Just tired,” he mumbled as he stirred sugar into his coffee. 

You reached across the table and held his hand, rubbing your thumb over his. 

“I love you, okay? If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but just know that I am here for you.”

It hurt to see him like this, you wished you knew what was wrong. Edward squeezed your hand, and peered up at you from under his glasses. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment before speaking. 

“I know… I’m sorry. It’s just that I never did the whole… holiday thing. And I’m not good at it. I’m not good at giving presents or…  being cheerful or any of the requirements,” he lifted his coffee with his free hand and took a sip before continuing, “I don’t know if you would want to spend the holidays with me.” 

He didn’t look at you as he spoke, he just kept his eyes trained on the window the whole time, studying patterns in the frost. 

“I definitely do want to,” you insisted, “You don’t have to be any certain way for me.” Edward stopped studying the window, and turned back to you, a blush creeping up his neck. “Oh. Um. Then yeah, we should definitely… spend it together, if that’s what you want..” He trailed off awkwardly, pushing his glasses back up his nose. That was a good enough answer for you. After the two of you finished your drinks, you flagged down the waitress to bring you the check. You paid the fee at the register and as the two of you were leaving, she called out behind you, “Have a Merry Christmas!” You called back, “Thanks, you too!” 

Edward frowned and shrunk down inside of his coat a little. You decided to go to his place that night because it was closer, and it was cold. As you walked the snowy streets, the Christmas lights in the trees shone down beautifully, reflecting off the icy patches. “I love the lights this time of year.. Aren’t they so pretty?” you asked.

“Um.. Yes.” Edward answered rigidly, glancing up at them for a second before continuing to look forward.

“So what do you wanna do over Christmas break?” You asked, excited to be spending it with him.

“I don’t know,” he answered tonelessly, his eyes narrowing. “Um. Whatever you want to do I guess,” he added on quickly, offering you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Are you sure it's okay I’m spending it with you?” You asked, “You seem a little…”

Edward looked at you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“Upset.” You finished. 

“Oh. Sorry.” He answered simply. The two of you trudged on in silence after that, since he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk. After a while, Edward noticed that you were frowning at the ground while you walked, so he gathered up the courage to try to explain his feelings. He wasn’t trying to upset you, but seemed to be failing miserably at it. “Well, If I’m being honest….” he started, his grip tightening on yours, “The holidays were always a bad time for me…. And this season brings back a lot of memories I would rather not think about. It kind of distracts me I guess.”  He pulled his key from his coat pocket and unlocked his door, letting you out of the cold and into the apartment building. As you walked up the dingy stairway, your stomach twisted. He was really down, and he clearly really disliked the holidays. You deeply regretted the tin of sugar cookies and hot chocolate mix you had shoved in your purse before going out to meet him at the diner. Once your coats were off and you were both safely enclosed in the warm confines of Edward’s apartment, you followed him into the living room. “Let’s watch some movies!” You suggested, wanting to hopefully take his mind off of it. Edward’s chest tightened as he guessed what was coming, you were going to ask to watch holiday movies, and then he would agree, and it would put him in a terrible mood. “Wanna watch the SAW movies?” you asked, inspecting his rack of DVDs. “You must really like them if you have all of them here.” He brightened at that. “Oh! Yeah, definitely!” he agreed, smiling at you for the first time that day. Once the movie was in and started, you snuggled up to Eddie on the couch, laying your head on his chest and shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. You felt him kiss the top of your head as the movie started. You thought the movie was a little gruesome, but it seemed to relax Eddie a lot, and that was all that mattered. Plus, you could hide your face in his chest and snuggle up to him more whenever you got scared, which both of you liked. At the end of the second movie, you were getting hungry. You got up to go rummage in the kitchen for something to eat.

“What do you have for snacks, Eddie?” You asked as you made your way past him on the couch.

“I’m pretty sure I have popcorn and—” He stopped as you tripped over your purse that you had left lying on the floor, catching your arm as you tilted forward. “Careful!” he cautioned, “Are you alright?” He asked, reaching down to pick up your purse, and what had spilled out of it.

“Yeah I’m alright.” You answered bashfully.

“What is this?” He asked curiously, holding up the tin decorated with a snowflake pattern.

“Oh…. Those are…” You sighed, praying that this wouldn’t bring his mood back down, “I made you sugar cookies and brought you some hot chocolate mix… for um.. Christmas..”

Edward’s eyes widened. He looked at you, and then looked at the tin, before looking back at you, “Really?”

“Yeah…” you mumbled, feeling very foolish knowing how he felt about the holidays now, “But you don’t have to accept them or anything if you…” you trailed off as you saw Edward opening the box, pulling one out and smelling it.

“I actually have always wanted to try one of these… You made these?” He asked again, digging through the box.

“Yeah!” you answered, relieved that he actually seemed happy about it.

“For me?” He asked, incredulously.

“Yes.”

“So I can have one?” He asked again, his brows furrowed, as he held a cookie in front of him, inspecting it closely.

You laughed, “Yes. They are for you.”

You spent the rest of the evening snacking on popcorn and cookies with Edward while watching the rest of the movies. He almost didn’t want to eat them at all, but knew he couldn’t save them forever. It was the first time anyone had given him a gift that they hadn’t been obligated to. The gift hadn’t just been some thoughtless cheap thing either, it was something that you had worked on and made specifically for him to enjoy.

He pulled your face to his and kissed you softly, before pulling the blankets over both of you and settling in to watch the last movie.

Once the SAW marathon was over, you dug in your purse for your phone to see if anyone had contacted you. After not finding it, your stomach sank, and you realized that you left your cellphone at your apartment. If your family couldn’t get a hold of you on Christmas tomorrow, they were going to freak out. You were so apologetic about having to go back over there so late but Edward didn’t care. He was more of a night owl anyway. 

Edward packed some overnight clothes so the two of you could just stay at your place after you got there since it was so late and you were tired.

Once at your apartment, you flicked the lights on and quickly shrugged off your coat and purse. You prayed that your phone was actually there, and not buried in the snow outside somewhere. You let out a major sigh of relief when you found your phone, plugged in by your bed. 

“I found it!” You called out to Eddie, but didn't get a reply.

You walked back out into your living room to find Edward sitting on the couch, his gaze focused on the small Christmas tree in your apartment corner. You had gotten it a few days earlier at a second hand store. It was a scraggly, cheap plastic mini tree that you had grabbed for 3 bucks. It came with some lights already on it. You had gotten it in a small attempt to bring some life into your dreary apartment, but it hadn’t really worked. Unfortunately, you had completely forgotten about it before bringing him over here. “I found my phone!” you said again. “Thankfully it was here.” “Oh!” Edward answered, looking at you and smiling, “Good!” “Are you tired yet?” you asked, feeling more awake than you had before. Going back outside into the cold had woken you up a bit. “Not really,” Edward answered, his gaze back on the tree. “I can put another movie on? Pick one out that you like and we can watch it!” You suggested, internally cursing yourself for bringing him here. Edward nodded, seeming to like your idea. You watched as he crouched down in front of your movie shelf, eyes scanning the titles. You left him to it, going into your kitchen to get something to drink. When you came back, he was still in the same spot, but looking at your tree again. He looked very sad, and lost in thought. Damn it. You really wished you hadn’t put that decoration up. “Did you find anything you want to watch?” you asked, and he stiffened, your words bringing him back to the present. “Ummm…. Yeah!” He answered, scanning down the titles again before pulling one out from the row with his index finger. You took it from him. “The Thing, huh?” you commented, before putting it in the player. “A good choice! Haven’t seen this one in awhile.” The two of you settled onto your couch as you watched the movie. You were fully engrossed in the story, but you noticed that Edward was fidgety. He didn’t put his arms around you and picked at the blanket absent-mindedly. He watched the movie with you but you noticed he kept looking at your tree. After a while, every time you peeked over at him, you would find him staring at it, his eyes glazed over. He stopped picking at the blanket and started picking at his fingers. You reached over and took his hand in yours, rubbing circles into the back of his palm with your fingers.  “This part is really scary,” you murmured as an explanation.

That seemed to soothe him for a while, but soon enough, he was back to looking at it, his hand gripping yours tighter and tighter. 

You let go of his hand and got up from the couch, making your way over to the tree. He watched you curiously. “Everything okay?” he asked from his spot on the couch, his curious nature activated at your sudden movements. “Yeah.” You said, shoving up on the bottom of the window pane. “I’m fine.” “What are you doing?” He asked, getting up off the couch. The window seemed to be frozen shut and you struggled with it. “I’m trying to open this window, it’s really hot in here. Could you help me?” you asked, standing to the side to let him try. “Of course, Angel.” With a hard shove from Eddie, the window broke free of its icy confines and opened. Ice cold Gotham air blew into your apartment, causing you to shiver. “Thank you.” You said, matter of factly. Then without any explanation you reached down and unplugged your Christmas tree. “Um, what–” Edward started. And then you tossed it out the window. Both of you watched it fall to the snowy ground several stories beneath your apartment. “WHAT!” Eddie exclaimed, “Why did you just???” He looked at you wide eyed, completely bewildered. “I could see it was bothering you. And anyway, it was ugly.” Edward leaned out of the window, looking down at the offending tree before pulling himself back in, shutting the window, and turning to you. “You didn’t have to do that!” He exclaimed.  Edward’s genuine shock at your actions was hilarious to you. You covered your face with your hands, trying to stifle your giggles but it was of no use. You burst out laughing. Then you heard it. A high pitched giggle. You opened your eyes to find Edward laughing too. The two of you carried on like that for a few minutes, each of you laughing so much that it was hard to breathe at times. By the time the two of you had finally settled down, the movie was almost over.

Edward sighed, wiping a tear away from under his glasses, “That’s alright, we should probably go to bed anyway since it's so late. We can watch it tomorrow.”

You put your hands on either side of Eddie’s face, and kissed him warmly, running your hands through his hair. He kissed you back passionately, his hands pulling your waist towards him. The two of you did not go to sleep until much later. 

Edward woke up on Christmas Day with you in his arms. Surprisingly his mind wasn’t filled with dread at the thought of yet another Christmas to get through. He had you there, curled into him, and he felt at peace. He was at home with you. The two of you spent the morning sleepily making coffee, watching movies together and talking. Around noon, you decided to go pick up some Chinese food for lunch and to also get out of the apartment for a little bit. The idea of completely ignoring Christmas had become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you, after you had thrown your tree out the window. “Really weird that there’s barely any restaurants open today, can’t imagine why.” You commented, in your best sincere voice. Edward giggled, “Yes it is quite strange. And all of these lights everywhere too. Perhaps it's some sort of cult?” You continued to look serious as you thought of what to say next. “What is that?” Edward asked, gesturing to something in the snow. You looked and it was your Christmas tree decoration, still lying on the sidewalk, completely ruined. Both of you erupted in laughter. A while later, you were on the way back to your apartment, both of you carrying copious amounts of Chinese food, when Edward stopped to ask you a question. “Um.. Do you want…” he looked to the side, his cheeks tinged pink from the cold, “Do you want to do anything…. Christmas-sy? Like.. I don’t know.. I could go buy you a present or something and you could open it.”  Edward squeezed the bags of take out  to his chest a little tighter when he asked. As uncomfortable as it was, he didn’t want you to miss out on things you might want to do because of his hang-ups. You smiled warmly at him and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “Nope! Spending time with you today is more than enough. I love being with you. Honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had in years.” You adjusted the weight of the bag on your arm before continuing, “Anyway, let's get home, I’m hungry!” 

Edward smiled, the tightness in his chest melting away. He followed after you, the two of you making the only footprints on the sidewalk as you made your way back home.

I am wanted. I am needed. I am at home right here with you. 

[meowriddler]

A/N: Heyy y’all this is my first fanfic so be nice 😩 and this is my first time using tumblr I have zero clue how to use this thing……

Warning: maybe cringe also I didn’t proof read this ( I say this knowing damn well I reread this a million times)….. and it’s a Edward x reader so yeah

Who is she?

Edward’s pov

Life is so unbearably cruel; my whole life is a cruel riddle that I seem to never know the answer to. I’ve been suffering and rejected my whole life. I’ve never been wanted or needed by anyone. I’m just a waste of space. I try to readjust the collar of my buttoned-up shirt; it’s getting hot and stuffy in here. Remember to breathe, Edward it’s going to be ok. I tell myself that, hoping that one day I will truly believe that lie. I look up at those dull faces of people who only care about themselves. I bet even if I dropped dead here, no one would spare me a glance. After all, this is Gotham. As the train stops, a couple walks in holding hands, almost clinging to each other. I can’t help but feel even more lonely than I already am. I look down at my phone and stare at the blank screen, seeing only my sad reflection.

It seems like everyone around me is happy; why can’t I be happy? Why can’t I be accepted? I can’t help the fact that I’m not normal. I let out a defeated sigh. I glance up for the very last time, and I can’t help but do a double take. I can feel my face heat up as I stare in awe at the being that is in front of me. She’s beautiful. I can't help but stare. She's like a pearl among a sea of rocks. I can feel my heart racing. I know I probably look like a creep now, but I can’t help it. She's ethereal. She glances up from her phone. She makes eye contact. I immediately look away, hoping she won’t think of me as a creep. I don’t even know her, but yet I’ll get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness.

She smiles at me. Wait, she actually smiled at me? I don’t remember the last time anyone has ever smiled at me, well, I don’t think anyone really did, but she didn’t look at me with disgust or fear, just kindness. She’s truly an angel; who is she?

She looks back at her phone, just minding her own business, unaware of the individual who just fell head over heels for her.

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A/n : sorry for any mistakes English isn’t my first language 😔 bro tumblr is ass I had to make another account

[sweetums0kitty]

The Cure for What Ails You

BTAA!Riddler x Reader

Summary: You love your brilliant, pedantic, loser of a husband. But when Eddie gets hit with writer's block he gets it bad.

Warnings: None except a Riddler temper tantrum.

He got like this sometimes. Your brilliant Edward would spend hours toiling away with a mismatched box of technological doo-dads and thingamabobs attempting to invoke the spirit of innovation to bless him with a plot to foil that knuckle dragging barbarian Batman once and for all. When she was feeling kind, inspiration would flow from his finger tips like the music of a grand sonata. But when she was absent and the well ran dry Eddie was a near inconsolable wreck.

“Trite! Done to death, basic! Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!” Eddie wailed chucking his latest box of odds and ends across the room before promptly dropping himself face down onto the grimy floor of his workshop. He released a muffled screech of rage and you knew it was time to intervene. “Eddie..?” Calling out to your husband as you took a few gingerly steps towards his prone from. He made no acknowledgment of your call instead choosing to continue to groan pathetically. Sighing you fully strode into the workshop and sat down next to him. Giving Eddie the space to choose to accept your comfort or not. He of course… choose to ignore you. In favor of his “tortured artist routine.” “Leave me be! I’m not fit to be seen!” Whining into the floor, his voice muted by the concrete. Sighing gently you reached out a hand and began to stroke your poor, beleaguered love’s tired skull. Edward groaned, jerking himself out of your touch before childishly rolling a few feet away from you. Flopping like a dead fish, back turned to you. “Be gone! I wish to soak in my complete and utter failure in solitude!” Lamenting his sorry state as you rolled your eyes.

You could tell he was crossing his arms by the way his boney elbows poked uncomfortably from the depths of the sage green button-up he wore. Scooting over to where Eddie had squirmed you sat on your knees gazing down at him with a quite sort of acceptance. One he had so very rarely experienced, the warmth melted his icy tantrum just a smidge before he steeled himself in his snit. “Go away.” Glowering at you as he sulked in self pity. “No.” Came your simple response gently grasping his shoulder you turned Edward so he was properly facing you. Eyes softening as you took in the dejected expression of your love. Brushing a few of the dark curls that framed his face out of the way you bent down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. Edward sighed heavily through his nose looking up at you with tired green eyes and pitiful pout on his lips. “Darling” cooing gently as you continued to stroke his hair gently coaxing your Riddler to place his head in your lap. You legs had unbound from their kneeling position and you were gently nudging Eddie into your grasp. “I don’t deserve this! I’m unfit for your love, I’ve failed you l, I’ve failed myself! Inspiration has besmirched me!” He shrilly cried hands dragging down his face in despair. Tutting as you gently lifted nimble hands away from your husbands face. Separating them as you let them drop to his sides. “Edward, you know that isn’t true.” In a calm tone which was quickly interrupted by Eddie’s rant. “Oh it is! I’ve been through that container of bric-a-brac over dozen times and yet!” Flinging his arms wildly as to gesture angrily at the discarded pile of junk “I sit here with nothing to show for it! Zip, zilch, nada! Nothing, zero!” Squarely crossing his arms over his chest Edward continued to stew in his frustration.

“You’re being so extra Eddie… just call up your guy and get a new box of parts. It’s like not hard at all.” Miss Tuesday interjected turning the comforting energy you hoped to covey sour. Edward sprung up with an offended gasp laying on his elbows, glaring harshly at his teen assistant. You knew the coming spat would only serve as fuel to the fire on your husband’s already enormous temper tantrum so before he could retort you turned your attention to the girl. “Tuesday, honey!” Smiling with a pleasant tone in your voice. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off, you haven’t been out with Autumn recently have you?” Placing a hand on Eddie’s chest to try and calm the incandescent rage bubbling in his chest.

The teen briefly looked up from her phone, narrowed her eyes but shrugged noncommittally. “Yeah, I mean I haven’t . I don’t know why you care now though. It’s not like you guys ever give me any days off…” Rolling her eyes at your comments. But still she got up, grabbed her coat and left you and Edward sitting on the floor of his laboratory in solitude.

As you watched her leave you breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned your attentions back to the fuming Edward. He had gotten up while you were talking to Tuesday and was now ignoring your existence, sitting at his desk angrily hunched over a blueprint. Grumbling about insubordination. You swore you could also hear him mentioning being “unappreciated in his time” Snorting as you sling your arms around his deceptively muscular neck. Planting gentle kisses into Eddie’s throbbing temple and nuzzling your face into his stubbly cheek feeling him finally relax into your touch. Edward pretended to ignore your affections but you could feel the grin beginning to form as you kissed the corner of his lips. “You’re distracting me, mi querido. He crooned leaning further into the warm embrace. Giggling as you gently spun his chair a few times before placing yourself delicately into your husbands lap. “Oh I am? I thought you couldn’t come up with anything, has the Riddler, the Artist of Crime” laying a wrist dramatically over your forehead. “THE most feared and wonderful puzzle maker in all of Gotham- nay! The world. Been cured of his writers block by.. moi?” Lifting your wrist to uncover one eye you saw Eddie looking at you with loving mirth. Smiling softly in that way he did when he felt like you were the only person who truly saw him. Eddie Nygma. Not just the Riddler, not a bad rip off of the joker or A-B-C- Whatever list villain in the Bat’s rouges gallery. But as Edward, your Edward!

He chuckled, gently plucking your wrist from upon your brow and set about peppering your skin with quick pecks, leading all the way up to your lips. He kissed you warmly as you warped your arms a little firmer around his neck happily kissing him back. Pulling away Eddie leaned his forehead on yours whispering as if you were in a crowd of thousands and not safely tucked away together in the confines of his lair. “No, I’m afraid not. But you’re a lovely distraction none the less my dear.”

You giggled and kissed him again, content in the fact that you had gotten your husband to relax for a moment. That was enough for him and it was enough for you.

[imagine--if]

plz can we get like an orphan!reader that grew up with eddie, childhood sweethearts and all that, but maybe they got separated and she got adopted (maybe by some rich family that’s actually a bit shady, not all that nice to her) and somehow they reunite when they’re older and he’s the riddler and she becomes his partner in crime? BECAUSE I LIVE FOR OBSESSIVE CRAZY READER

A/N: Here it issss 😍 pretty long lmao, just for you 😊 Hope you all enjoy!! Requests are always open if you're willing to wait a little 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Bad childhood, young love, then crazy love 😂💕

Words: 2283

You remember the first time you saw him.

The car rolled solemnly to the grand but gothic tower, once a part of Wayne Manor, with a strange adult driving it who seemed overly friendly and smiley. The other orphans and children staying there were nice enough to you, offering their toys, to join in with their games, sit with them, be a part of their secret clubs. But you were too sad, too wary. You crept up to the attic that night, expecting it to be empty, but the hollow tube of light that streamed from a torch caught your attention immediately. The light’s direction moved from a book in a small, hunched figure’s lap to right in your face, and you squinted at the brightness, quickly shying away.

The light snapped off when the figure noticed your movements to leave.

“Wait,” a soft, young boy’s voice spoke up, and you eyed him cautiously from your spot, trying to make him out in the darkness. “Sorry. You can stay. If you like puzzles. You… you’re new.”

You nodded slowly, still hesitant, hands bunching up your top nervously. The boy got up from where he was sitting, put down his book and steadily made his way over to you. You could make out his features a bit clearly when he was in front of you properly – wide, thin-rimmed glasses, straight brown locks to just past his chin that swept over his forehead neatly. He looked similarly shy, a studious, observant look in his green eyes, which widened noticeably as they took in your features too. If it wasn’t so dark, you would have noticed the blush that dusted his cheeks pink.

“Hi,” he murmured, a sweet smile tugging at his lips. “I’m Edward. Edward Nashton. Who are you?”

You loved the way he asked, as if he were in awe of you being there, ending up in such a place, no matter how rich and pretty it might have seemed for an orphanage. You told him your name, avoiding the topic of how you ended up there. You both ended up just talking into the night, and from then on, you were inseparable.

You remember the first time he flirted with you.

He was pretty good at it, even though you were both pretty young. You were sat comfortably together, in the attic again, a much better place to talk in peace than the shared bedrooms. Edward was answering riddles in the book he had saved up to buy after earning money from chores. He had helped you pick out books too, delighted that you were interested in the riddles and puzzles he loved so much, unlike everybody else.

You looked up from your book to watch him press his pen into the paper ‘ANGEL’ in the answer box.

“Angels don’t belong in orphanages, do they?” He’d questioned, looking up at you curiously, and you frowned, shaking your head.

“I don’t think so.”

Edward had smiled then, a look of confidence and fondness harmonising with his next comment.

“Then what are you doing here?”

You were flustered instantly, and he grinned, staring at you for a long moment before returning his attention to his puzzle book, as if nothing had happened.

You remember the first time he held your hand.

Thomas Wayne gave his electoral speech while you sang Ave Maria as a child’s choir in the background. Edward seemed to look up to Thomas, believing in his promises, and thought he might favour his son, Bruce, too.

But that was before Bruce Wayne had smiled at you.

He'd just glanced behind him casually, his eyes meeting yours for a second or two, a friendly enough smile at you before he turned back around. You didn’t smile back quickly enough, distracted by the whole event going on around you, but Edward’s hands balled up into fists so tight, his skin went pale, and he glared daggers at him for the rest of the event. You noticed halfway through, and tentatively brushed your own hand against his, offering it to hold. He relaxed a little, eyes softening, and he took it, lacing his fingers with yours.

You remember the first time he hugged you.

The news of Thomas and Martha Wayne’s death was splashed over every paper and channel. You almost felt sorry for him, but you saw it all through Edward’s eyes too. The building collected rubbish and cobwebs and lazy, uncaring workers. After a while, the rats started invading, ruining your favourite spot in the attic. Chore money wasn’t provided anymore, and the cold was unbearable. The babies felt it the most, and that was one of the things that really got to you.

But then there was Bruce Wayne, quite literally on top of the world, and you were withering away in what used to be a part of his home.

Eddie and you stayed as close as possible to stay warm, especially at night, and on one of those nights, you couldn’t help the tears from sliding down your face. He’d noticed straight away, and sighed shakily, his expression practically heartbroken. You felt Edward’s arms around you a moment later, and you leaned into his embrace as he hushed you, burying his face in your hair.

“Lies,” He’d hissed, shaking his head and glancing out the window accusingly. “I can’t- ugh, no more lies!”

You remember the first time he threw a tantrum.

A couple had come over, for you. They smiled wearily when you were introduced, and you looked between them apprehensively. You didn’t want new parents. All they wanted you for was to boost their social status, to be admired and praised. You’d grown used to seeing the familiar, uncaring, selfish stares that nearly everyone in Gotham held.

Edward had watched from the door, his jaw clenched in anger and protectiveness. He didn’t get a say when papers were signed in a blur, and neither did you. They were happy to have to provide for one less orphan now you were someone else’s problem. The workers announced it tiredly the next morning, and the look on Eddie’s face is one you’ll never forget.

The screams, the cursing, the kicking and squeezing and lashing out when he was restrained and sent away with an adult to calm down. He was crazed, really, not at all like the innocent little boy he appeared to be. And it was all because they were trying to separate the two of you.

You remember the first time he kissed you.

You were in tears, just like him, when the couple signalled for you to get in their car impatiently. You didn’t know what to say to Edward Nashton, the first true friend you’d had in ages. Was friend even title enough for him?

He hugged you tightly, breathing in your scent deeply, wanting to remember it forever.

“I’ll see you again,” he promised you, grasping both of your hands desperately. “I’ll find you.”

And before you could say anything, he pressed his lips to yours. It was a small, innocent kiss – you were still kids – but you’ll never forget how right it felt, and how softly he’d smiled.

...

That was the last time in years that you’d seen him.

That adopted family, of course, were in it for the popularity. But not anymore. They had a “death by misadventure,” you made sure of it, as soon as you were old enough to leave home. And you didn’t shed any tears.

You were waiting for the right moment to do something, anything, about this city. You’d practised on those social climbing pigs; you could do it again. You couldn’t help thinking of Eddie’s tantrum from when you were a child, how naturally aggressive he was. He promised he’d find you. You knew that promise would come true, one day soon.

A little sooner than you expected.

The Riddler had popped up on the streaming site you use, a dark green masked man with clear-framed glasses who’d claimed to have killed minor corrupt people of Gotham, ones who had so far gone unnoticed. But he had a plan.

There was something about him that just made you think. Why did he seem so familiar? His voice was deepened and distorted through his mouthpiece, and his face was hidden, so you couldn’t be sure.

Riddler…

Riddles…

Edward.

Could it be? Seriously?

So you tried your luck last night, lingering over the send key on your keyboard as you glared at your message, before eventually sending it.

I grew up from a seed, as tough as a weed. But in a mansion, in a slum, I'll never know where I come from.

The Riddler had stopped speaking abruptly as he looked down at the chat. Suddenly, he was finishing the live stream, and a message popped up in your inbox straight afterwards.

What did I promise you?

He wanted to know it was you, you knew it, and replied eagerly.

You'd see me again. You'd find me.

He didn't respond for several moments, though you could tell he was still online and on the chat.

Where are you?

So you replied with the address of your apartment, almost beside yourself in excitement as he went offline. You couldn't stay put, and pulled on some trainers and a denim jacket before leaving, hurriedly closing the door behind you as you ran down the stairs, shoving your keys in your pocket as you stepped out into the fresh evening air, alive with dimly glowing streetlights. The wait is agonising now, even though it's only been ten minutes or so.

Heavy footsteps sound from the nearby beginning of your street, and your breath catches in your throat as you caught sight of an all-too-familiar man. It's definitely Eddie, your Eddie, but he's grown up just like you have. His hair is somewhat shorter, neatly cropped and parted, clear glasses that suited him pretty perfectly, and those green eyes that could go from innocent to crazed depending on the situation.

They go round as saucers when he sees you standing outside the building, mouth agape, and a couple of stunned, breathless chuckles leave his throat. Then he's running towards you, and you copy him, until your bodies smash into and envelope each other completely. Edward lifts you off the ground, spinning you with a surprising amount of strength, and you laugh into his neck, holding him impossibly tighter.

He puts you down, parting just enough to look into your eyes, trembling hands reaching up to cup your face, thumbs grazing your cheeks adoringly.

"You're here," he whispers, forehead pressed against yours. "You're really here. I... it's been so long- I couldn't find you, I'm so sorry-"

You shake your head dismissively. "No, no, it's okay. I'm not... I keep a low profile so... but then I saw someone called The Riddler, and just had to make sure it was you. I knew it was."

"Of course it's me," he coos, rocking you gently back and forth, pulling you both closer to the building and away from the middle of the street. "It's always been me. And you've always been such an angel, remember? My angel..."

Your fingers move up to weave through his hair, and he leans into the touch with a hum of contentment, rubbing his nose against yours with a wide smile.

"So, this is it, then? You're not leaving after this?"

"Leaving?" Edward repeats, laughing in disbelief. "Never. I shouldn't have let those... that scum take you away."

"It's alright," you assure him, not hesitating to tell him the truth, especially as you know he's the Riddler, a killer. "They can't do any damage to anyone now. I made sure of it."

Eddie grins in realisation, hysterical giggles escaping him. "Oh, well done. You're amazing, angel, you really are-"

He cuts himself short, an idea reflected in the way he gasps shortly.

"You need to join me," he tells you giddily. "We've always been perfect together. We can show Gotham's true light together. You and me. The Riddler and The Angel."

You laugh at that. "Yeah, okay. I'd love to."

He wastes no time in pulling you even closer, until his lips are on yours once again, except this time, they part boldly, needily. You return the kiss fully, and he whines when you break away, chasing your lips.

"We can go inside," you prompt, and he nods, wrapping an arm around your waist as you lead him to the door, pushing it open. You unlock the front door to your apartment, and he steps in, eyes scanning your things, posters, pictures, with a fond smile.

"I missed you, Eddie," you admit, and he tugs you back into a hug, pressing kisses into your neck.

"I missed you more," he mumbles, before looking up at you earnestly. "I love you, sooo much, angel."

"I love you too," you respond, and he smiles as you sit back into your couch, Eddie crawling on top of you and nuzzling into you with an airy moan.

"What are we gonna do?" you ask him with a half-smile, and Edward sits up, guiding you onto his lap, where he cradles you as if you're the most delicate, precious being in the universe.

"It can be cruel, poetic, or blind," he starts, leaning in close so that his warm breath tickles the side of your face, "but when it's denied-"

"It's violence you may find," you finish, and he starts giggling again, breaking out into full-blown manic laughter. You can't help laughing with him, in his arms, where you belong.

You'll remember this, forever, and so much more.

[danosrosegarden]

hold tight - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day one. prompt: breeding. 🎃}

{contains: some obsessive yet shy edward, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, and very mild descriptions of overstim.}

☽ You suppose you should've seen it coming. Edward didn't fuck you, he made love to you. And he usually made love with a good dash of submissive obedience, a slight streak of bashfulness. His hands would roam your body with a soft and quiet kind of adoration, a gentle appreciation. He was so sweet to you, holding your hips like you were a glass ornament. Shattering your fragile frame would hurt him, too. He could not afford to have blood on his hands when it came to your comfort and satisfaction.

☽ He was different tonight...it was as if a switch had been flipped. He would never want to hurt you, but he hardly registered the way his fingers dug into your skin with a greedy hunger as he thrusted into you. He panted hard and deep as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you and your jaw fell open.

☽ "Eddie, Ed...wait."

☽ Your rushed words pierced their talons into his stomach. He felt sick to his lurching guts. What did he do wrong? He always has to go and fuck up everything good, doesn't he?

☽ But you're grinning as you catch your breath. He watches your bare chest tremble, rise, and fall. "Jesus, Eddie, where did this come from?"

☽ His cheeks are lit aflame as he fumbles for an answer. "Just...just wanna be inside you." You chuckle. "Hmm, yeah? Tell me about it."

☽ The coils of his brain are short-circuiting, the wires of his mind smoking and shooting sparks. How's he supposed to express how deeply he wants to be a part of you? How is he supposed to convey his darkest, most carnivorous desire without scaring you off?

☽ "I...I'll try," he mumbles, his hips starting up their quivering movement once again. "I d-don't wanna frighten you."

☽ Eddie whines as your legs wrap around his waist and pull him even closer. "You can't frighten me, honey. C'mon, tell me what you want."

☽ His thrusts are sloppy and jittery as his long fingers find their way to your lower stomach. They brush against your smooth, fluttering skin. "I...hmm, fuck...I think about it sometimes."

☽ He's too flustered to say it without the shroud of vagueness clouding his words, but it's clear what he means. "Oh, yeah?" you tease. "You wanna fill me up, Ed? Wanna get me pregnant?"

☽ Clearly, he was not anticipating your candor, because now he's gripping your hips like you'll disintegrate into dust if he lets go. You have to understand where he's coming from, though! He's never met someone who has put that level of affection and credence into him! For somebody to want to carry his baby...even if it's just pretend for now...him, of all people! He can't help but ravage your innards with reckless abandon. Just a bit.

☽ He can feel the steady heat rising in his gut. It's utterly humiliating how quickly he's close just from hearing your whiny cries to please, fuck, fill me up, I want it so bad, I need it, Eddie, I need it!

☽ And oh my, does it feel blissfully divine when the heat finally bursts. It's like he's floating. He can feel your quivering pussy gripping him tight. He grits his teeth through the shooting pinpricks of his overstimulation and fucks his cum deeper. The sticky, sodden sounds are delectably obscene. His face is burnt a feverish scarlet as he pulls out of you and watches his cum leak. It's such an alluring sight, the milky liquid dripping from your already soaked cunt. It takes all the power within to stop himself from diving down and tasting you right then. He wouldn't want to overwhelm you.

☽ Again, even if it's just make believe, a filthy fantasy you two indulge in...it's the thought behind the action that counts, the message behind your pleading for him to fill you up, make you full, that makes him want to grab hold of you and never let go. <3

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐟?

↳ summary: edward meets someone new

↳ warnings: slight mentions of suicidal thoughts, written from the point of a fucked up eddie, mentions of bombs, obsessive behavior, savior complex, incel behavior, teetering on yandere but i hate that word lmao. he's so pathetic without his mask on baby i love you

↳ song: malmo—mook

masterlist!

Love?

No. Insanity.

Edward can't remember where or how he first saw you, but if he had to guess, it was probably the night you moved two doors down from him.

He woke up that morning like any other day in his life. Full of bitterness and resentment for the city— his city, because it was his —outside a fog filled appartment window.

Once upon a time, it had been battered pane of glass that peojected this image to him as it did now; broken shards scattered on the dead grass outside reflecting 'GOTHAM ORPHANAGE' back to a much younger verson of him. Waking up as a child had always been such a disappointment. He used to hug himself to fitful sleep, a tiny part of him hoping he would pass in the unforgiving night like so many children before.

He didn't think that feeling of bile in the back of his throat would ever go away each time sleep was pulled from him and he woke up back in Gotham. No matter how many people promised change for the better on televisions or radios. Because Edward knew the truth.

Gotham reached out to him. It reached out to him in his dreams with its gleaming skyscrapers as hands and its screaming people as desperate pleas. Begging him to be fixed. To rid it of the scum plauging glamorous penthouses just high enough off the ground that just one push of the hand could send a sinner to his rightful death.

He thought about all of this before he had even finished brushing his teeth.

Careful hands pulled a frayed toothbrush from his mouth as Edward spit into the sink to wash his mouth out. A ratty towel swiped over his lips gently when he finished. Such a refined action for someone with a bomb built for a human neck sitting just outside his bathroom door.

It wasn't uncommon for him to get lost in the swirl of thoughts he called his conscious, but he needed to keep up appearances just long enough to carry out his plan. And that included not being late to work for the third time this month.

Eventually the knob of his appartment was being locked tightly with the end of a faux gold key — the toothbrush from earlier already drying on the edge of his sink.

He struggled with the lock for a moment more, silently cursing whoever had decided to make living on this side of town so hard, before eventually getting it with a pop.

From that point on, the sound of your voice would forever take over his mind.

Edward first noticed your smile lines. The crinkles by the sides of your eyes enticed him like a fresh baked cookie would to a child. How curious, that a person could have so much physical evidence of a happy life whilst living in this place. He wondered if you had been born here, or were new to the location. He found himself envying the thought of the latter.

The next thing he noticed about you, was that you were asking him a question for the second time in a row.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Edward nervously stuttered, usually steady hands fumbling to push his glasses up clumsily. Once again— or at least he thinks once again — you grin at him, holding a slightly beaten up moving box in your arms. Why he had noticed that later than the deep crinkles on your face, he wasn't sure.

"I asked if all the locks in this place were going to act like that one. Because in that case, there's no way I'm surviving a horror movie chase." You nodded with your head at his troublesome door instead of gesturing. Probably because your hands were full. Most definitely because your hands were full, actually.

Edward blinked slowly.

"Uhm, no. No no I don't think so." He supplied softly. It was a lame response to your quip. He remembered reading somewhere that first impressions forever solidified a figure in your life, whether minor or major. The thought of that made his heart beat faster.

A pregnant pause settled over the hallway. Edward felt his palms sweat. He wiped them on his pants. All it did was spread it around more.

"Well, nice to meet you." It was you that finally broke the silence. With a shuffle of one foot to the other he heard a few things clink from inside your little box. He wondered what was in it. A vase you bought for decoration? Photo phrames? China that your great grandmother left you in her will?

He stood there wondering about fucking plates for so long, that you had begun to turn your body away and make your way back down the hallways.

"Wait!" Edward lurched forward to place a stern grip on your lower arm. The look of momentary fear you gave him in that moment was enough for him to straighten his spine out.

Something about that barely concealed emotion in your eyes excited him. For a brief moment he was in a leather mask, staring at the bloody body of the mayor below him on Halloween night.

And then he was back. Looking into your eyes like they were last thing he would ever see.

"My names Edward." He released his grip on you while finally introducing himself. With his falling hand went your initial fear. "But my friends call me Eddie."

He didn't have any friends. And if he did, they certainly wouldn't call him Eddie. But the white lie was nothing compared to the way his name, both the formal and shortened verson, slipped from your lips.

"I'll remember that next time. It's very nice to meet you, neighbor."

And then you were gone, feet shuffling against stained and waterlogged carpet before disappearing into what used to be a vacant appartment.

In your wake stood Gothams soon to be savior and cleanser. A man that has committed unspeakable acts in the name of justice and planned to do even more. The very same individual that hid skeletons in his closet and so many more at the scenes of his cromes.

Somewhere in between there, Edward would have to install a camera in your bedroom.

[abbonation]

Words of Wisdom | ch.3

Pairing: Edward Nashton x Reader

You are a librarian, Edward is well… himself. He sees you while he’s researching about explosives and can’t stop himself from becoming obsessed.

Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content ahead. Oral, Male receiving. Descriptions of arousal. AFAB READER AHEAD!!!!

AN: so this is it huh, my first time writing a blowjob scene is now ticked off the list. Cool. Anyway this series takes place before the events of The Batman, so Ed is still very much in the planning phase of things. Hence why our readers tips are important. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

So, life continued on for the following week. Edward coming in as often as possible to talk with you, you trying to make him as horny as possible with just your words. It was… fun.

You each earned little tidbits of information about each other. Like that you were both single, both enjoyed that whiny kind of complaint rock from the late nineties and that Ed’s favorite color was olive green.

Oh, and that was another new thing you calling him Ed, or Eddie. When it first happened he was at a loss of words, his cock had been rubbed fucking raw this past week and your new nicknames weren’t helping one bit. How did you know just what to do to get under his skin?

You had also learned that Edward liked puzzles, or riddles, he he had told you. He walked up to your desk and said, “We can be long or short, real or not real, big or small, young or old. Love us or hate us what are we?“

“Dude what?“ You asked, confused why this is the first thing he saying to you today.

“I said,“ he started.

“No, I heard you,“ you replied laughing softly.

“So, what are they then?“ He asked you with one of his cute smiles on his face.

You smiled back and shook your head, “I literally have no clue…. Um, wieners? Like dicks? Are you telling me a riddle about dicks?“ You laughed as his face dropped and reddened, “No, it was books. Not… Dicks.”

“Well you know I had no clue so it could’ve been anything really,” you said.

He looked down, you were just joking with him, couldn’t you tell? “Come on I’m sorry Eddie, please, tell me another I’ll be serious!“ You begged, holding your hands out in fake plea he looked up at you

“Ok if you really want me to…” he started again, “My spine is stiff, I’m very pale, I’m always ready to be to tell a tale, who am I?” You hummed feigning deep thought. His smile brightened again, excited for you to figure it out.

“I’ve got it, a book!” You said. “Yes, perfect, a book,“ he replied. You looked at him “How clever, where did you come up with that one?“ You asked laughing softly again.

“Oh, I saw that one on Reddit.“ He answered. No way, he just admitted to you that he uses Reddit. He was clueless what a social crime that was. How cute. You decided to finally tell him what had been on your mind, you hoped this wouldn’t scare him. But no matter his reaction you needed to tell him, “Well, Eddie, I’ve actually got a riddle for you too.”

He steped closer, still, to the desk so that your hands were closer together, only a few inches apart, “Oh, what is it?!“ He enthusiastically pressed you.

“Who has two thumbs and wants to take you to dinner tonight?“ you asked him with a joking smirk on your lips.

His mouth dropped open just slightly as you pointed both thumbs towards your face, “This guy.” You said with fake seriousness.

He looked up at you, what he wanted to do was joke with you that your riddle was terrible as he leaned over to kiss your face and tickle your side but all he could manage was a little chuckle and a nod. He really couldn’t believe it, his plan had worked flawlessly, but why? Why did you want him of all people? Were you playing a joke on him? Surely not. You were too perfect, you would never hurt him, he was sure of it. Unless of course, he asked you to hurt him- would you do it then…? He was getting lost in thought again.

Back to reality, he had nodded yes but what did that mean? Did he want to go out with you? You knew he liked you, his un-breaking gaze and constant red cheeks made it pretty damn obvious. you waved your hand a little when you noticed him zoning out, “Hellooo, Ed? So did you want to go or not? We don’t have to get dinner, we could go see a movie or just get take out or something…”

He looked up and nodded again this time saying, “Yes I’d very much enjoy going with you. I think I’d like it if we didn’t go out to eat though.”

“Alright then, you wanna eat at your place or mine?” You asked.

His mind went to the socially unacceptable state of his apartment, rat cages and papers stacked against the walls and littering the entire floor. And he definitely hadn’t cleaned his sheets recently, “I think your place would be better. There’s some… construction going on near mine.”

“Okay! Sounds good hun, so I get off at 5:00 tonight if you want to wait for me, otherwise just come back and we can walk together.”

He blinked for a beat longer than normal to soak in the fact that you kept calling him hun, you must have really liked him right, to call him your special pet names? He liked being your special pet, he decided.

The end of the day came quickly, and Edward got up from the seat where he had been waiting to walk you out. On the sidewalk outside you moved to hold his arm as you led him to your apartment building, he tried to hide his boner that seemed to appear anytime you were near him.

Together, you stopped to pick up Chinese food from a place a few blocks from the library on your way home, it was the closest option that you both liked, he couldn’t wait for an opportunity to take you out and treat you to nicer food.

Making chitchat the whole time you walked made the commute back home seem to faster. Your apartment building was… old to say the least, cracks on the walls from the ground underneath shifting, some broken windows, only one working washing machine in the laundry room and a pungent mold smell on the first three floors to name just a few issues. You were in 5H, Edward dropped your hand to carry the Chinese food bags and your bag of books from work as you went to unlock the door.

His mind had been absolutely whizzing this entire time, from the moment you grabbed his arm he had been stiff and the entire walk here just the thought, just the idea of walking to pick up food with you and then coming to your home was enough to keep him at least half hard. Why did you trust him? Didn’t you know who he was, you should never bring a man like him to your apartment on the first date- it was dangerous.

You opened the door to your apartment and he saw what he had been imagining all these nights laying alone in his own bed, a small studio with the kitchen to the right as soon as you entered. Across from it was a small couch and TV set and across from that was a wall divider with vines on it so as to separate your bed from the rest of the area. To the side was what looked to be your bathroom, it was certainly old and cramped- but sweet nonetheless.

“Yep.. well, this is it.” You motioned around the one small room.

“It’s nice,” Edward replied, “It smells good, I like it.”

“Thanks Ed,” you said, laughing a little at his starkness. “No matter how much I clean in here it feels like there’ll l always be a layer of grime I can’t get up, y’know?”

“Yes I understand, my apartment is the same.” He replied, hoping you wouldn’t ask what his place was like.

After closing the curtains and turning down the lights, you set out all the Chinese food down on your little coffee table and told Ed to put on a show while you ran to the restroom.

In your bathroom you debated taking a PTA shower (Pits, Tits, Ass) but ultimately decided you didn’t have enough time. Settling on throwing on some comfy shorts, trying to fix your hair, and putting on some more deodorant. You wanted this to be perfect, the seduction of Edward- it sounded like a romance novel you’d see at work you laughed to yourself.

Out in the living room Edward rubbed his clammy hands down his pants for the umpteenth time this hour. He didn’t want to do anything you didn’t want him to, didn’t know if he should get up to grab a drink or take off his jacket. He just wanted everything to be perfect tonight.

Exiting the bathroom, you said, “Oh Edward, honey just take off your jacket I’ll put it on the hook, what show did you pick?”

“Um I didn’t know if you like horror so I chose something not as scary, it’s Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock. Also it was streaming so it doesn’t cost anything.” He said, looking up at you.

“Shit, like horror? I love it! Psycho’s a good one, yeah let’s watch that,” you said plopping down on the couch beside him, propping your legs up beside you.

He glanced over at your thighs, “Oh Jesus,” he thought, “Fuck I would to anything to bury my head down between those legs…”

You picked up your box of food and started eating, smiling over at him between bites, “I love this part, like when you realize what’s really wrong with the guy,” You say with a bite in your mouth.

He swallows again, and looks over at you, still trying to steel his nerves while he eats.

You notice his stone cold frozen posture and move a hand over to his left knee cap and asked, “Hey, Ed, are you okay? You haven’t eaten much, what’s wrong?”

Edward tried and failed to lock eyes with you “Nothing, nothing,” he stammered out, “I just … frankly you make me really nervous. I want to be completely normal with you but I can’t, I don’t want to mess this up.”

You moved your hand just a half inch further up his leg and his eyes shot down to it then back up. “Hun, there is absolutely nothing to be nervous about, hell, I’ve invited you into my home! I really don’t think you can mess this up, unless you murder me or something, right?” You jokingly questioned.

“Yes… right. Anyway, I like you too and I’m glad to be here, I just… don’t know how to stop being nervous around you.” He said.

“Well, y’know I had something special planned but I think you deserve it now. I’m gonna clean up our plates. You can go to the bathroom or stay here for a few minutes it’s your choice Eddie.” You said, moving to get up and shuffle around the coffee table to grab everything.

“Yeah… the bathroom,” Edward said, moving to get up.

In the bathroom, Edward put his hands on both sides of the sink and looked into his own eyes. “This is okay, you are okay, she likes you, this is real,” he affirmed himself, “Just get out there and enjoy your time with her, and don’t make it weird.”

You both arrived back at the couch about the same time so Edward sat first and patted the spot beside him. You scooched up close to his side and put your hand back on his knee. He tried to keep breathing normally as you slowly moved your hand from his thigh to the inner thigh, a place no one had ever touched before, much less under his pants.

“Edward,” you asked, with as much alluring draw as possible, “Do you like me?”

“Yes yes, of course I like you, why? Do you like me?” He swallowed hard.

His eyes were jumping from your hand to your tits back around your face as you leaned forward. It was time for the kill.

“Oh Eddie,” you half moaned, “I like you very much. You’re very pretty, such a beautiful nose you have,” you ran your finger up the bridge of his prominent nose, “and such gorgeous hair,” you moved your hand to the base of his skull.

He moaned when you sifted your fingers through his hair, his cock was harder than ever. He just couldn’t help it. This was a dream come true. Please give me some blessed relief soon, he thought.

You leaned up close to his ear and in your sexiest whisper said “Edward, will you be my good boy tonight?”

He shivered and whined as his cock throbbed underneath his pants, you looked down and went to move your hand.

“May I touch you?“ you questioned,kissing the shell of his ear, looking for his consent.

“Please, yes please fuuucking touch me, oh my god,” he moaned out into your apartment.

You pushed your hand down onto his clothed cock and moved your other hand further up his scalp as you moved to kiss him. “Edward, I’m going to make you feel so good tonight,” you whispered on your way up.

His eyes rolled back in his head as you simultaneously rubbed his cock and scratched his head, then placed your sweet delicate lips on his and kissed him. This was truly an out of body experience. So many sensations he had never felt before all at once. It was overwhelming in the best way. You moved your tongue against his lip and, he knew this from porn, that he should open his mouth to let you in. You licked over his lip and tongue once he granted you access and began rocking your hand over his stuff cock. His hips flexed up into your palm, seeking its warmth. His little squeaks and whimpers were nonstop as he begged for more of your touch.

Finally he pulled away for just a moment, “you’re going to make me cum if you don’t slow down he said,” his pink cheeks blushing harder at the admission.

“Well, Ed, that is the ultimate goal here, but I don’t want you to come in your pants so we can take a breather for just a moment.”

He watched as you moved his legs apart and placed a couch pillow down between his feet. Oh sweet mother, you weren’t, were you? You wanted to? To… blow him? You were too fucking good, he thought, an angel sent to him from the universe. His light at the end of the tunnel.

“Jeez, Ed, you’re kinda burning holes in my head with that stare, you okay?” You questioned him.

You always knew just what to say to bring him out of his mind, he nodded at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Good,” you smiled back, “So Edward, I’m sure you’ve noticed me here between your legs. I have to say, I’d really like to suck your cock.” You stated, matter-o-factly.

He chuckled at you as he stared at your lips and said, “They say all words but don’t have a voice. Can be painted or plain and soft or cracked.”

“Mmmm, Edward. The riddles. How do you come up with them?” You questioned, leaning forward to kiss his knee. “This one though,” another kiss. “Is easy,” again, higher up- closer to his hip.

You unbuttoned his pants and motioned for him to lift his thighs so you could pull them down.

He was breathing harder than when his old roommate got a dog without asking him if he was allergic, this was pure ecstasy, all he could manage to do was watch and obey you like the goddess you were.

Once his pants were down his thighs, you began the kissing again, making your way to the bulging plaid boxers in front of your eyes. His scent was intoxicating, you laid another kiss and said, “This riddle is easy, Edward, because I can see into your mind,” you pulled his boxers down over his ass and watched his cock spring free. You smiled and looked up at him.

“Unbutton your shirt and take it off,” you conducted him like the Beethoven. “I want you to keep your eyes on me now Edward, okay?” You asked him.

“Yes ma’am.” He squeaked out.

“Good boy.” You praised.

He cock twitched and throbbed at your praise.

“Now Eddie, I can see into your mind and know the answer to your riddle because you make it so obvious. A good riddler works entirely in secret. He writes scary letters, and keeps his business private, do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he moaned out again.

“Good,” you replied.

You continued rubbing your hands up and down his thighs to keep him warm and laid kisses all over his belly. His cock was furiously red and near purple at the tip, you blew some cool breath onto his erection and he shivered at your action.

“I guess you’d like to know the answer now, huh, honey. Are you ready for me?” You asked as he nodded at you, “well then,” you moved closer and closer down to his cock… his thighs shaking in anticipation “the answer to your riddle is,” closer still… and another drop of cum leaks out of his tip “lips.” You put your lips around the fat head of his cock and he made the most lewd and wanton sound you had ever heard.

“Ohhhh my fucking godddd” Edward keened out.

“Mmmmm” you hummed and smiled around his cock at him.

His mouth dropped open as you moved your mouth farther down his shaft.

“Oh oh ohhhh yes yes please please please fuck me, that’s perfect.. you’re fuck- fuuuucking perfect,” he whined high and loud at you as he balled his fists up on his thighs and lulled his head back.

He remembered what you said though, and immediately snapped his head back to look at you, so that he could continue being good.

You moved a hand up under his balls to cup them as you twisted your mouth around and up and down his length, using as much spit as you could muster.

The placement of your hand made him move his hands up to his hair, what the fucking fuck were you doing to him? How did you know he liked that? Would he be allowed to cum soon?

“Please Jesus please, it’s fucking perfect, I- I can’t last much longer, your mouth it’s.. fucking amazing..” he moaned out your name followed by a curse.

He was more vocal than you could’ve imagined, you were definitely gonna keep this for later. He was being so so good for you, his voice was fucking hot. The way he said your name made you want to never stop working to hear him say it again, you wanted to hump the pillow underneath your knees, or rub your clit all over his shoes until you came with him, but you couldn’t tonight. You weren’t really sure he had ever even gotten a blow job, much less done any of the abhorrent things you wanted to do with him.

You squeezed his balls a little to see if he liked it and boy did he. Edward thrusted up into your mouth and let out a high sob,

“Christ, that’s perfect oh I’m gonna fucking cum, I need to come, please please, please let me cum for you. I want to eat your pussy so bad,” he was rambling now, spilling his inner fantasies all over himself. “I want you to push me down and make me lick you while you sit on my face, I want you to ride me, fuck I want you to slap me and choke me..”

You gripped his balls tighter and moved your mouth faster, when he begged again to come you nodded and smiled up at him.

“Yes fuck, thank you, thank you ma’am, I’m gonna come for you now, yes I’m gonna come all over you my pretty fucking perfect girl,” he thrusted up, his hips pistoning quickly, “fuck fuck fuck, please please yes please,”

And..

Yes…

Finally, euphoria..

Emptying his load into your throat for the very first time.

“Thank you, thank you, fuck.” He groaned, pulling his cock away.

Some jizz remained on his head and you stuck out your tongue to lick it up

He thanked you again and pulled you up to sit on him.

He rested his face on your still clothed torso and tried to breathe. You moved your hand through his hair and blew cool air on the back of his ears and neck to help cool him down. He was shaking so heavily,

you grabbed his chin and pulled him up for a kiss. You regulated each other’s breathing purposefully to help calm down.

“Thank you,” he said, followed by your name.

“You’re welcome Edward. Thank you for being so good,” you praised, “You’re welcome to stay here tonight, so don’t worry about rushing off- I think we need a few minutes though.”

“Yes, yes, for sure,” he went to lift you off his sensitive cock and lay down next to you on the couch.

Together you looked up at the dark ceiling, only illuminated by the dim light of the TV screen and thought about what this was, what the future held- too scared to say anything yet. For now just holding each other was enough. You didn’t need your pleasure right now, and he didn’t need any rules right now. All this would come with time.

[estuporious]

Y/N:

Y/N: what are you doing-

Bruce: *is on the top of y/n's closet*

Bruce: I'm waiting for the monsters to come out.

Edward: *sweating nervously under y/n's bed*

[edlikesboys]

Just some Edward x reader smut ;p

Reader is written as gender neutral

Warnings: softdom reader, sub Eddie, slight degradation at the start but then I get sappy and just praise the little munchkin, Bj’s deepthroating, unprotected sex/cumming inside (obviously don’t do this irl), chubby Eddie, Eddie gets insecure but reader comforts him. Lmk if I missed anything <3

“God, you’re such a little whore aren’t you?” You ask Edward, a rhetorical question that leaves him whimpering on the floor, squirming on his knees. “Does the little whore want a kiss?” Eddie nods enthusiastically. Midway through him leaning up towards your face you lean back out of reach.

“Eddie… you know it doesn’t work like that. When you want something you ask for it” you have your eyes closed and lips pressed together in a smile but the cold tone in your voice makes Eddie want to curl up and cry. You’re scolding him, and he pretends to be sad but you both know he enjoys it.

“I-I’m sorry” he sputters out.

“Aww Eddie it’s okay my sweet boy, try again” your tone has eased up and he feels a strong sense of comfort in your presence. You can’t help but spoil him sometimes.

“Can I… Can I please have a kiss” he asks sweetly.

“Of course you can my precious boy” you answer with a smile. You sit down on the edge of your shared bed and Eddie takes a seat on your lap. You place your hands on his plump cheeks and pull him down into a kiss; almost immediately forcing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss leaves Eddie whimpering and squirming in your lap with his hands desperately gripping your shoulders. Eddie grinds down onto you, moaning into your mouth as his leaking cock makes contact with your thigh. The little noises he lets out make you want to devour him. You take one hand off his face and place it on the small of his back, pulling him even closer. Eddie is clumsy with the kiss but his enthusiasm makes up for it. He’s inexperienced but he kisses you like he loves you and that’s enough for you. You pull away from the kiss, much to Eddies disappointment.

"Go lie down, pretty boy" you tell him. Eddie reluctantly stands up and makes his way onto the bed, laying down on top of the covers. You make your way on top of him, straddling his groin. As per usual he lets out a small whimper before his hands land on your hips, trying to rock you. You take his hands in yours and put them by his sides before your hands make their way to the bottom of Eddies shirt.

"Can I take this off, Eddie?" He looks off to the side, unsure of how to answer. Your heart breaks every time Eddie gets insecure about his body, yes he's a little chubby but that doesn't affect the way you think about him at all. Skinny or not, Eddie is still your gorgeous precious boy. In fact, his chub adds a certain charm to him and you think that you probably wouldn’t think he was as cute if he didn’t look the way he did.

"It's okay baby, we can leave it on if you want" He seems slightly relieved that you've decided to let it go and if he's happy then you're happy.

"Are you okay Eddie? Do you want to keep going?" Eddie nods enthusiastically but then remembers,

"Y-yes, yes please, keep going" You smirk at him and move down the bed. You pull on his pants, keeping eye contact the whole time. It’s so fun watching Eddie fall apart, his hand clamped over his mouth to stifle his noises.

“Eddie” He looks directly into your eyes “Do you want me to put you in my mouth?” Eddie shudders and let’s out a small whimper.

“Yes please… I want it… I want it so bad” You pull his hard cock out and spit on it before starting to stroke it. Eddie let’s out a strangled groan and claws his hands into the covers of the bed.

“Please… please use your mouth” Eddie begs.

“Aww okay, but only cause you asked so nicely” you pump him a few more times before taking his throbbing cock into your mouth, Eddie’s reaction is instant as his hands leave the covers and thread through your hair.

“Mmmm fuck…” Eddie let’s out noise after noise, knowing you like it when he’s vocal. You take him all the way down your throat and look up into his eyes. Eddie looks away, embarrassed but keeps his hands where they are. He occasionally thrusts up into your mouth, making you choke on him. He enjoys the noises your throat makes as you struggle to deepthroat him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” Eddie chokes out. You pull off him, but continue stroking.

“Where?” You ask him.

“Fuck, all over your face, please?” He asks, struggling to keep himself from bursting.

“Okay pretty boy, come for me, cum all over my face. Cover me in your cum, my precious boy” you give him a pretty smile and that sends him over the edge, with one hand on your arm and the other one gripping the bed, he cums all over your face, painting you in his release. He lets out a long groan before he completely relaxes into the bed, soft pants leaving his mouth.

“That was so good Eddie!” You beam at him. “Such a good boy, you wanna keep going? Got another load for me?” you ask him with a predatory grin. Despite Eddie still very much being in his refractory period, he wants nothing more than to be balls deep inside you.

“Mhmm yup… can keep going” he slurs out. You move off of the bed to get undressed, you catch Eddie staring. He quickly averts his gaze when your eyes meet his, making you giggle. You pick up your shirt to wipe Eddie's load off your face before you join him back on the bed. You climb on top of him and lean down to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. You keep peppering kisses all over his face as you reach down to pump Eddie's cock. He moves his face to meet your own mouth with his. You keep stroking him through the kiss. Eddie moans into your mouth, making you smile. After stroking him back to full hardness you pull back from him and line his leaking cock up with your hole before Eddie mumbles out a "h-hold on". You immediately stop and search Eddie's face for any signs of discomfort.

"What's wrong Eddie?" You ask, your unoccupied hand coming up to cup his cheek. "Nothing wrong, just felt weird being the only one dressed" He mumbles out, a pink hue visible on his cheeks. "awww Eddie, honey" You get up and off of him; giving him room to get out of his clothes. After a few moments Eddie is sitting on the bed, fully naked. You crawl back over to him.

"God, Eddie you're so pretty" His face lights up red at the praise and he averts his gaze from your piercing eyes. You move your hand back down to his throbbing cock.

"You ready now, Eddie?" You ask just to make sure, consent is important.

"Mhm yes... I'm so ready. Please please please" You giggle at his eagerness and quickly line him up before sinking down onto him. Eddie lets out a guttural moan and his hand fly to your hips. You move up and down, rocking on his hard dick.

Eddie is surprisingly big and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t slightly uncomfortable at first but soon you’re moaning as loud as he is. Eddie desperately thrusts up into you; his stamina somewhat surprising after how hard he’d came just moments earlier.

“Mmm feels so good” Eddie slurs out. You brush his sandy hair out of his eyes before moaning loudly in agreement. Eddie is filling you up so good and you’re surprised at how fast you can feel your release approaching. His cock is stretching your hole so nicely and you wonder how you ever found such a pretty man with an equally amazing dick.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m so fucking close” you moan out. Eddie nods in understanding; speeding up his thrusts.

“Oh my god, I’m close too. Let’s cum together okay?” Eddie breathes out. He sounds absolutely wrecked and his noises only increase in volume as you lean down to play with his chest.

“Gonna cum while I play with your tits?” You ask Eddie, your choice of words have him letting out a broken moan and nodding his head.

“Yes, I’m so close oh my god” You can feel him twitching inside you and you know you only have a few more seconds before he’s filling you up with his load and you shiver in excitement.

“I- Im cumming” Eddie groans out before he pulls you flush against him and cums heavy and thick inside you. The feeling of him filling you up sends you over the edge and suddenly you’re making a mess all over him. Eddie watched you with rapt attention before exhaustion takes over and his head falls back onto the pillow. You’re both exhausted and can’t even be bothered to clean up or even pull out before you’re drifting off to sleep. You mumble out a “love you” before sleep takes you.

“Love you too” Eddie replies, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before joining you in slumber.

[lost-in-sokovia]

Sure we’ve seen give Eddie a Christmas experience but giving him a good thanksgiving meal????? Saying you’re grateful to have him in your life? Man’s sobbing into his turkey and stuffing

pumpkin pie

warnings: fluff with no plot :)

edward nashton had essentially zero memories of a home-cooked thanksgiving meal.

one year at the orphanage a charity group had provided them with a somewhat warm meal, but eddie had of course sat alone in a dark corner, passing on the generosity of the season by sharing part of his dense dinner roll with the rats that peeked out of the cracks in the walls. every other year was just what small meal the orphanage could provide, and in his adult years it was eating alone at the diner.

it was your first thanksgiving with edward. you had decided the two of you would make a turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, peas, and eddie’s favorite, pumpkin pie. initially, edward was a bit anxious about the idea of spending all day cooking in his small kitchen; when you had turned on soft 40’s music and kissed his cheek every time you passed him, however, it was suddenly his favorite environment.

you had opened up one of his windows to exchange the hot air from cooking with the cool november breeze. it was a cloudy day in gotham and the streets were practically empty, everyone going about thanksgiving activities with their families. you and eddie were as happy as you could be together in his tiny kitchen, the two of you constantly in fits of giggles every time you would bump into each other or make a small mess.

“eddie baby, you’re going to have more potatoes on your apron than in the bowl,” you laughed. your boyfriend looked down at his leaf-patterned you had brought for him and smiled, turning slightly pink.

“s-sorry,” he chuckled sheepishly. you kissed his nose and grinned.

“don’t sweat it, i’m just playing with you,” you reassured sweetly. you turned back to your bowl full of pumpkin for the pie as the oven beeped.

“oh, i got it!” eddie piped up. he quickly opened the oven and his glasses immediately fogged over from the rush of hot air. he carefully lifted the heavy turkey out with pot holders and placed it on the counter. you sat your bowl back down and stood beside edward, inspecting the turkey.

“look at us,” you admired out loud. “we made our first turkey together.” something in edward’s heart warmed as you laid your head on his shoulder. your first turkey together, hinting that there would be more to come in the years forward. he was absolutely enamored. he didn’t know anything like this, and in his small little apartment there was just so much love surrounding him. you glanced at him and saw his glossy eyes from behind his glasses. you kissed his cheek and ran your hands through his soft hair.

“come on, baby. let’s finish things up.”

——

you sat across from him at his small table, set with your quaint little meal. there was a candle in the center of the table and all of his lights were dimmed and merely gave off a warm glow that complimented the candle. edward’s green eyes scanned over the table in awe and excitement. your heart warmed.

“you can start, eddie,” you said gently. edward’s first move was to immediately grab a slice of pumpkin pie and you giggled. you slowly began to fill your plate as well, your eyes never leaving your elated boyfriend. “hey,” you started. you placed your hand on his and locked eyes with him. “i love you. i’m so grateful to have you here with me.”

edward’s eyes filled with tears as he smiled sadly, one of the tears quickly escaping. “i-i love you too… thank you…” he choked out quietly. you grinned and squeezed his hand, hoping he knew how much you meant it.

“tell me how the pumpkin pie is, okay?” you winked as you let go of his hand. eddie nodded and quickly shoved a small bite into his mouth. his green eyes lit up and his pupils practically dilated as he held back a smile.

“it’s really good,” he mumbled through a full mouth. you giggled.

happy thanksgiving, eddie baby.