#edward nashton one shot

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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 | Edward Nashton x F! Reader (NSFW)

gif source description: After a completely unsuccessful date, your roommate, Edward, comes to comfort you.

content: 18+ !!! SMUT, porn with plot, dry humping, hand job, unprotected sex, m!overstim, m!virginity loss, experienced reader, sliiiight size kink, crying during sex/ emotional sex, insecure! eddie :( , kind of angst, fluff... lots of fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, VERY BRIEF mention of past drug use, small mentions of Edward's childhood trauma, pre-riddler Edward.

word count: 9,334 (its a long one hehe)

This fic contains 18+ content, minors, please do not inreact

"Come on Edward, I don't ask for much." You sigh.

"Fine." Edward huffs, "I didn't want to meet the guy anyways." he begins to turn around and leave the room.

"Wait, Edward!" You call, suddenly feeling guilty over making him upset.

"No it's fine, I'll just lock myself in my room for the night." He says and you can't quite tell if he's being hyperbolic on purpose for dramatic effect or if that's genuinely how he took what you had told him.

"Eddie," you start, "I just asked you if you could please stick to being in your room tonight, and if you could please keep your door closed." You tried to explain, but he was already more than halfway across the room by now, and completely ignoring you.

It had been a while since you'd brought a guy home. Actually, now that you try to recall, since you'd been roommates with Edward, you don't think you had brought any guys home. Sure, you'd been on dates, you had been to other guys' houses, but anytime they'd try to go over yours you had a habit of avoiding it.

"I'm in the middle of redecorating, my place would be no good."

"My place is a mess right now, maybe we should just go to yours."

"The air conditioning in my building is broken, its hotter than hell at my place, can we go to your place instead?"

The little white lies would slip through your teeth every time going back to your place for the night would come up in the conversation. You'd never had this problem before- not with any other roommates- but ever since Edward had moved in, you'd found yourself struggling to let other guys over.

You'd thought about the scenario, bringing a guy home one night to hook up after a date, and while you're walking in the door Edward also happens to be walking into the living room at the same time. You think about the hypothetical encounter, of the man you're bringing home to- well, to put it bluntly, to fuck, and your roommate both giving each other awkward tight-lipped smiles. The thought made you cringe, you wanted to disappear into thin air at just the mere idea of Edward interacting with one of your potential romantic or sexual partners.

It wasn't like you and Edward didn't get along or anything. Sure, he was shy and a little bit anti-social, especially when you first met him, but you didn't mind. But the two of you have lived together for over a year now and you could say with confidence that he was really one of your best friends. Despite being complete strangers when you first moved in, within just a few months you had found yourself doing most things with Edward. You genuinely enjoyed his company, regardless of your friend's remarks about him being "weird" or "awkward" to which you'd protest and list off all the things that were great about Edward, and make some statement about how being weird or awkward wasn't even fundamentally a bad thing. Your friends would look at each other and smirk knowingly, almost as if they were hiding some secret language between their curved up lips. You'd ask them a dumbfounded, "what?", and their only replies would be nothing but hushed giggles and reassuring chants of, "Oh, nothing, nothing."

Your closeness to Edward is what made tonight's situation so much worse, as you suddenly realize that it was probably pretty shitty of you to tell your roommate where he can, and cannot be in the apartment when he's also paying for the place. You didn't mean to make him upset or to be demanding, it was just, that you on a whim had invited a guy over for the first time since you'd moved in, and the nerves were getting to you.

You'd been on a few dates with said guy, hooked up at his place once or twice- maybe it was three times. Things were seemingly moving well, he was nice, had a good taste in music and movies, and the two of you got along pretty well. Maybe your heart didn't swell up, and your stomach didn't flutter with butterflies whenever he walked into a room, but you liked him enough to try and see where things may go.

Feeling a little dejected, you decided just to give Edward his space for the night, and talk to him in the morning. It wasn't often that you would go so long without talking to Edward, but, you figured maybe that was what would be best for right now. You still had other things to focus on, like getting ready for tonight and straightening up around the house. You looked over at Edward's closed door and sighed, you repeated to yourself over and over in your head, "It's no big deal, roommates disagree sometimes, friends disagree sometimes... it's no big deal, it's no big deal," Trying to reassure yourself that it really was no big deal. You tried to think away your guilt, after all, you really hadn't done anything that bad, he'd get over it.

You turned back across the living room and looked towards your door, heading towards your room so you could get ready for the night. You stopped in your room for a moment to pick up your phone before moving to the bathroom to take a shower. While on your walk to the bathroom you text the guy set to come over to confirm your plans,

We're still on for tonight?

Yes ;) 7:30, right?

Yup. Perfect.

-

It's just passed 7 o'clock when you're standing bent over near the couch, fluffing up the pillows. You step back for a moment to observe the scene, you look back and forth between the two sides of the couch, noticing that the pillows to the right are slightly puffier than the ones on the left. You turn to the left side of the couch and try to perk up those pillows to complete evenness with those on the right but it doesn't seem to be working, you move back and forth between the pillows on each side but you just cannot seem to get them even. Your frustration begins to grow and you take a deep breath in to remind yourself that it isn't even that serious, he probably won't even notice that the left pillow isn't fluffed to the same degree as the right pillow. You exhale loudly as you sit down on the couch, picking up your phone to check the time, he'll be here soon, you note. There's a feeling brewing inside you, you think that it might be nerves, maybe even excitement, and it's making your stomach do loops. You smiled slightly and hoped that tonight would go well, that you had no reason to be so anxious about letting guys over, maybe tonight would be a big step in your relationship. The possibilities seemed endless.

-

It's nearly a quarter to 8 when you're sitting on the couch and wondering where he is, each minute passed your scheduled meeting time making your nerves grow stronger. You went to check your phone again, he wasn't concerningly late, but you were still a little curious as to where he was, you opened your messages to send him a quick text,

Running late?

-

Your concern begins to grow when it hits nearly 8:30 and he still isn't here, not even a text, you can't tell if you're more concerned over there perhaps being something wrong, or him possibly standing you up. No, he can't be standing me up, you thought, he told you, just a few hours ago he was coming tonight, maybe an emergency came up, you tried to convince yourself that he'd hadn't purposefully not come.

Despite your incessant words of reassurance to yourself, you still feel pretty god awful, maybe not entirely miserable, but upset for sure. You'd been sitting on this couch alone, in complete silence for the last hour. You told yourself you wouldn't cry, but, you seemed to be cutting it close. You were consumed with just this, overwhelming feeling of dreadfulness that you worried would follow you throughout the night.

All of a sudden, your phone chimes, and you jump in both surprise and excitement. In anticipation, you flip the phone over to see who has texted, but your heart sinks when you notice the notification is just from a friend. Still, bored and lonely you open the message.

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Hey, I'm out for drinks and this guy at the bar... isn't that the guy you've been seeing? Please tell me you stopped seeing him so I don't have to kick him in the teeth for being so...friendly with the girl next to him.

You glance only momentarily at the photo and immediately recognize it's him. The blurry shot encompasses too many details that you don't care to deeply analyze: the setting, the time, the girl whose hand is lazily thrown against his chest as her head's tipped back in a hearty laugh. You don't know whether to laugh or to cry or to scream- maybe all three at once

Your face grew red and warm as tears began to form in your eyes. You couldn't name the emotion you were feeling right now... you didn't know if it was sadness, anger, or relief, and you couldn't quite understand the deep feeling of embarrassment that invaded every crevice of your being. You couldn't even bear to respond to your friend's text, maybe you'd lie and say that you'd stop seeing him in order to save yourself the trouble and the humiliation of having to explain that you'd been stood up.

You tried to recount each encounter you'd had with him since you met, replaying the moments over again in your head, trying to think of where you could have gone awry. What did I do wrong? you asked yourself again and again. Was I too loud? Was I not funny? Not pretty enough? Did he find me boring? Was I too slutty? Too much of a prude? The questions seemed infinite, still, you couldn't pinpoint a moment that made it obvious that you had deserved not even as much as an insincere "I don't think things are working out" text.

You looked at your legs, at the skirt that was bunched up around your thighs, suddenly, feeling very insecure about being so dressed up with absolutely nowhere to go, and no one to see it. The tears finally began to fall from your eyes, one by one they poured down your cheeks. Your obviously emotional reaction over a man you'd only met a few times in your life only added to the embarrassment and shame you felt. You inhaled sharply, audibly, as you continued to cry.

Suddenly, a door creaked open across the living room, slowly, Edward timidly peaked out from around it. He looked over at you, his face suddenly dropping to a look of concern as he pushed up his glasses on his face.

"Oh god," you thought to yourself as you became aware that someone was actually seeing you in this state. You stared at him, wide-eyed and mortified at what could possibly be going on in his mind. You wondered if he felt sorry for you, or if he got some sort of smug satisfaction out of seeing you being stood up by the guy you had made Edward pretend like he didn't exist for.

"Y/n?" He asked, stepping away from the door frame, "Are you okay? Where's your date?" his eyebrows furrowed as he cautiously stepped forward towards you.

"I got stood up," you tried your hardest to laugh through your tears.

"Oh." He said, looking down at the ground, "I'm so sorry- I- you don't deserve that." He could barely look you in the eye as he brought his head back up.

"It's okay Eddie, it's fine." You say with an over-enthusiastic nod as you wipe away your tears with the entirety of the back of your palm.

"N-no it's not okay, y/n, look at you, you're crying," Edward says stubbornly, beginning to walk back towards you again. "Can I sit next to you?" he asks thoughtfully. You nod, and he takes the space next to you.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, you can barely see him behind your tear-stained eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Edward asks.

"There's not much to say, Eddie," you sigh and blink a few times rapidly to rid the tears from your eyes. Edwards's face suddenly becomes clearer as the droplets roll down your face. "One of my friends texted me saying they saw him at a bar, with some girl, when he's supposed to be here. That's it, that's the story." You answer dejectedly. You hoped you weren't coming across as rude, especially not after earlier, you just were at a loss of what to say.

"I'm sorry y/n," He repeats, "Do you want a hug?" he inquires with an innocence that makes your heart nearly melt. You can't nod 'yes' fast enough.

Suddenly Edward's arms are wrapped around you, the position is a little awkward from being on the couch, but it's comforting nonetheless. You take note of how tight he holds you, how his fingers push into your skin at just the perfect pressure, his breaths are even and calm, and everything about his presence is peaceful. You'd always enjoyed Edward's hugs, his affection in general even. It had become routine for you to seek it out: slipping into his room every night just as you were about to head to bed to give him a hug goodnight, laying your head on his shoulder when the two of you watched a movie late at night and you started to get tired, linking your arms with his when you were out and the streets got too crowded. Of course, he was your best friend, obviously, you found his presence comforting.

Still, for someone you had known who grew up receiving no comfort nor affection his entire life, he seemed to know how to give it well.

"I feel so stupid, Edward." You admit tearfully, choking out into the crook of his neck.

"You're not stupid." Edward began to rub your back reassuringly. "He's the stupid one. No man with a brain would ever stand you up."

There was something about the way that he spoke to you, his voice was always so soft, so sincere, you could listen to him speak forever. You couldn't describe how it felt, you couldn't place the word for it, the warmth that encompassed you with each word spoke. Sometimes you'd purposefully ask him about topics you knew he knew tons about so you could hear him speak for a while.

You pick your head up from where it rested against Edward's neck, pulling back slightly, staring at him. Had his hair always fallen so perfectly against his forehead, his glasses suit his face so right, his lips always looked so soft... had he always looked so... beautiful? You thought about those photo booth pictures the two of you had taken together on a day trip you had taken over the summer. You had hung them up on the mirror in your room, you saw them every single day. You thought about the sweet smile he had on his face, and how happy he looked, how every time you passed and looked at the photos you had this inexplicable giddy feeling coursing through your veins.

Edward looked you up and down and frowned,

"Look at you..." he started in a low whisper, almost to himself, "I'm sorry, I know this is forward, but you look... so beautiful tonight- you shouldn't have had to waste it." In an equally as forward move, Edward had reached forward and placed his hand on your cheek, gently wiping away with his thumb.

"Thank you, Edward," You sniffled, his small compliment meant everything to you at the moment, and a small smile cracked at the corner of your mouth. "I guess it's not such a waste if you think I look beautiful tonight."

Edward tilted his head, his jaw clenched and he swallowed hard as he seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact,

"Not just tonight- y/n, I think... I think that you look beautiful all the time."

Your eyes went wide as Edward spoke, you felt your heart skip a beat, even at the simple compliment and suddenly something clicked, everything made sense, and in your emotional state, you acted on impulse,

"Edward?" You asked, anxiously.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" You trembled as the words came from your mouth, worried you may have just ruined your entire friendship in four little words.

"Please." He said, almost as if he was begging.

Without even processing the weight of his response you pressed your lips to his, and he kissed you right back instantly. Something about it immediately felt right, all those butterflies you had been missing with the guys before suddenly entered your stomach all at once as soon as your lips met Edward's. You felt so stupid, this feeling that you'd been searching for has been right in front of you this entire time.

It was like all the breath had been knocked out of you the moment your lips met Edward's. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, pushing you forward a little to deepen the kiss. You couldn't believe that it was even possible to feel like this, you hadn't even felt this euphoric that time you experimented with drops at a college party. Not even snorting the world's finest, purest cocaine could get you even remotely close to this feeling.

It was perfect, no, perfect could not even come close to describing it. You wondered for a moment how much experience Edward had to be this good of a kisser, you'd never seen him bring anyone home, nor had you seen him go on any dates since you'd known him, he'd never mentioned an ex's before. Yet, you were sure he had to have had some experience, no one is naturally divine with no practice, and despite you being the one in his hands now, your lips on his, you couldn't help but feel jealous of these imaginary people in your head that perhaps Edward had been with before you.

You placed both of your hands on Edward's cheeks in an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. You knew it wasn't possible, you knew you physically couldn't pull him any closer, not when he was already touching you. The molecules that made up each of your beings vibrated too fast, too close to each other for there to ever be a possibility of being any closer to him.

It was when your hands dropped down to his neck that something within the kiss had changed, a hand suddenly found its way to your waist, gently pushing its way into your skin. You tilted your head to the side and your mouth parted slightly, and you welcomed the feeling of Edward's tongue against your own. The kiss suddenly got sloppy as you were overcome with overwhelming neediness. Your hands moved to his head where you gently tugged at his hair, making him groan softly into your lips. This small reaction drove you absolutely wild.

You find yourself shifting in your spot, both of Edward's hands on your waist now, you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin where your midriff shows between your skirt and your top. He's holding you tight, but not rough, like how one may hold very expensive and very fragile glassware; careful as to not let it slip from their hands and break.

There is something more salacious now about how your lips move together, tongues brushing past each other, gentle groans and hums slipping from your mouths. Edward's pulling you at your waist, trying to bring you into him as close as you can. You give in, lifting yourself up to your knees before bringing one leg around so you're straddling him. You wondered if this was real or if this was simply a dream, You mean- hungrily making out with your best friend on a Friday evening is not really your average night. It seemed, a little too perfect, you were half expecting this to be some sort of product of your subconscious, expressing itself as you drifted the night away. Any minute now you supposed you'd wake up with an ache between your thighs that you'd take care of, trying desperately to hold on to the last remnants of this feeling to get you off, before you inevitably cried yourself back to sleep. But the moments passed and you didn't awake, and you swore you felt everything all of it, it was all real.

You settled into Edward's lap, your hips perhaps pushing forward a little too enthusiastically. As your body moved forward you found yourself slightly confused, what the hell does Edward have in his pocket? The TV remote? There's no way that's his- oh my god he's huge.

Edward pulled back from the kiss, his glasses hung near the tip of his nose, and his eyes were wide, he looked white as a ghost, mortified.

"Oh my god- y/n- I'm so sorry." He began shaking his head perfusely.

"What? Edward, what's wrong?" You ask in response, nervous, was he not enjoying it? Did I just ruin everything? Is our friendship completely ruined? Your mind raced as Edward looked up at you with wild eyes and a slightly open mouth. He looked stuck as he began to speak, his mouth opening and closing a few times before anything could come out.

"Oh-oh, you- you didn't feel- um- you can't feel- it?" Poor Edward was trembling, his face going from a pale white to a rosy pink. You suddenly understand what he means, slightly upset that he had felt so embarrassed by something so normal.

"Well, it's kind of hard to miss." You giggle, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh god-" he looked even more terrified, "I didn't mean- I'm so sorry."

"No- Edward. No- I didn't mean it like that," You shook your head, "It's just," you laugh a bit awkwardly, "You just seem to be pretty hung."

"I- what?" He furrowed his brows, he looked utterly confused.

"Oh..." You said slowly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, realizing he didn't know what you meant. "Like your dick, it feels pretty big."

"Oh," He sighed, a small, proud, smile forming on his face. "I didn't make you... uncomfortable... did I?"

"God, no Edward, no- no- I was, I was like totally into it," You smiled wide, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Should we- Well, can we continue then?" He asks, his chest rising and falling quickly as it seems like he's trying to catch his breath.

"Please?" You say, a little desperately.

You lean forward so your chest is nearly touching Edward's and your head is buried in his neck. As you lean forward, extending your back, your already mostly rolled-up skirt rolls the rest of the way up to your thighs. Edward slides his hands up the now exposed skin, nearly all the way to your hips, his fingertips just barely graze the waistband of your panties as his fingers slide under your skirt. The small touch gives you chills, and part of you wished he'd just hook his fingers into the band and take them off of you.

"Is it okay that I touch you like this?" He asks shyly

"Mhm," You lift your head up from his neck to look him in the eyes, "Baby... " you start, "Can I call you that?

He nods enthusiastically

"Okay, then, baby...you can do... whatever you want to me." You say slowly, deliberately, to drive home you really mean it. Because, you did, you really meant it. As you looked Edward in the eyes right at this moment, you could say with confidence that you'd never been so desperate for someone in your entire life. You were working so hard to maintain your composure but you thought for sure the whole apartment complex could hear just how loud your heart was beating. It felt like your brain had gone into overdrive, your body was hot, and could not ignore that throbbing feeling between your legs.

Your few short words made Edward twitch beneath you, and the sudden movement had you bucking your hips into his. A small groan escaped his lips at the movement, and he tipped his head so it rested over the top of the couch, which indicated to you that he was content, so you continued, moving your hips back and forth, creating delicious friction between the two of you.

You'd never been so turned on by simple foreplay before, you wondered that since there was so little fabric between you and him if he could feel how wet you had become if you pressed into him too hard.

"Mmm'Eddie...," A gentle moan slipped from your lips as your clit brushed against Edward's erection at an, especially, pleasureful angle. "Fuck"

Edward's head picks back up to look at you, his glasses are foggy from the heat of his own breath. He doesn't speak, simply he stares up at you, mouth agape, whining with every movement you make. His small sounds only make you crave him more, you can't help but want him to be louder, using the full range of his voice to tell you how good this feels. You swear you could finish right there at the idea of it.

You grab one of Edward's hands from your thighs and place it right over your heart so he can feel how fast its beating.

"Can you feel how crazy you're driving me?" You smirk.

Edward smiles back at you, seeming pleased with how much you were enjoying yourself. His hand eventually runs down the side of your body, caressing every inch of skin on the way down, before resting on your thigh once again. There was something so sweet about the way he touched you, he was eager, yet somehow at the same time, hesitant and unsure. It was nerves you figured.

"Ah- stop, stop," Edward said breathlessly, his hands suddenly becoming rigid against your thighs. "I'm about to-"

Your movements slow, and quickly stop as soon as Eddie tells you to,

"It's- it's okay if you do." You had to admit the idea of him finishing before he even got inside you was hot.

"No-no, I want to last for you." He pants.

You nod, you won't argue, you know if he spares himself from release now, you'll move onto far more pleasureful things than just some over the clothes action.

Edward's hand slips up to the hem of your shirt, his fingers slip under it slightly, before, in a somewhat more bold move, he pulls your body close to his once more, by the hem of your shirt. Then, his other hand is at the hem of your shirt and he's tugging it off of you, exposing the expensive, lacy bra you had on, the one you'd originally worn for someone else, but truth be told, you so much preferred Edward being the one who got to see it over anyone else. Your top was tossed somewhere across the room, and Edward ran his hands up and down the curves of your upper body, enjoying the feeling of your flesh underneath his palms. He examined you carefully, making sure every inch of skin had been seen by his own two eyes, taking extra time to examine your chest, which, you had to admit, looked particularly voluptuous in this bra.

"Should I take off my skirt too?" You ask.

"Yes." He responds eagerly, you find his enthusiasm endearing. You pull yourself up from where you're sitting on Edward's lap. Your legs shake slightly as you try to stand yourself up, but you're eventually able to find your balance.

"Can you get the zipper in the back for me Eddie? It get's a little stuck sometimes- and you're stronger than me." You ask with a smirk. You're half lying- Edward is stronger than you, sure, but your zipper never really gets stuck, you just wanted an excuse to have him help you undress (as well as to boost his ego a little).

"Oh, yeah, sure."

You turn around and Edward places one hand on your waist, you notice how with his fingers wrapped around the front of your torso, and his palm placed firmly on your back, his hand takes up nearly the entire side of your body that it's on. His other hand makes its way to the zipper of your skirt which he tugs down with ease. His hands then quickly trace the outline of your upper thighs, his palms slightly graze your ass as he removes them from your body.

"Thanks, Eddie." You say cheerfully before hooking your fingers into the waistband of your skirt and bending all the way over in front of Edward to take it off. You were definitely putting on a little bit of a show for him, the way you were bent over made you feel like you probably belonged in that one scene of Legally Blonde.

You slowly stepped out of your skirt, careful not to lose your balance and make a fool of yourself. You came back up, your hair flipping slightly as you did so. You turned back around at Edward, who sat in front of you, looking dumbfounded.

"Y-you're gorgeous," he choked out, "Absolutely, perfect." He said as he once again took the time to examine your body. His complements warmed your heart, they seemed so sincere, so sweet.

"Thank you Edward," you blushed as you climbed back into his lap.

You lean into Edward slightly, resting your head against his shoulder, placing light kisses against his neck. His breath is ardent against the exposed skin of your shoulder as you begin to suck on the skin of his neck. He's only slightly slick with a very fine layer of sweat on his skin, but you didn't mind, you were sure you were the same. You lightly nipped at the flesh of his neck, before continuing to place hot, sloppy kisses in the same spot. You alternated between kissing and biting against multiple spots on his neck, breaking some of the blood vessels that sat under the skin, leaving small bruise marks.

"K-keep going, I like that," Edward said, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight embrace to keep you close to him.

"Of course Eddie," You mumble against his neck. You wonder if he can feel just how hard you're smiling against his skin, or the beat of your own heart as it presses against his chest.

You continue to kiss at Edward's neck until he speaks again,

"Wait-" His hands are on your hips again, and he picks your body up from its position against his chest. "Let me kiss you too," he says eagerly.

You're enthralled by his enthusiasm to reciprocate your affections, and his general focus on your enjoyment as well. You find it sweet, most of the time, men hardly have cared about your pleasure, sex was simply an action that benefitted them, and if you got lucky maybe they could manage to fuck you juuuuust enough for you to not have to fake an entire orgasm.

You scooted forward in Edward's lap, so now your thighs are nearly straddling his waist. Edward sits up only a little, and suddenly you realize just how tall he is. Even with you sitting on top of him, his eyes are pretty much level with yours. It's slightly intimidating, but you like it, as his hands hold you firmly at your sides you feel, safe, protected, despite your exposed and vulnerable state.

Edward's lips eventually meet your neck, they're wet and warm, and you're met with a pleasant comfort as they work against your skin.

"Ah-" A small whimper escapes your mouth as Edward's teeth lightly sink into your skin. It's a pleasurable pain, it feels so good that you nearly forget that at its core, being bitten hurts. But the light pricks of his teeth combined with the warmth of his tongue was nearly overwhelming. He wasn't even touching you inherently sexually and you were still losing your mind at how worked up you were getting. "You're... so good Edward."

He hums contently against your neck, not stopping what he is doing to respond.

You made a note in your head of how you planned exclusively to wear lower cut tops for the next few days to show off how Edward had marked you. In fact, you were almost excited to get to show off the hickes he'd left on your neck, something about him having marked you as his, just drove you absolutely insane, and the fact he had ones to match, only made it more thrilling.

Edward's teeth bore into your skin harder than they had before, which caused you to yelp slightly at the sensation. You tried your hardest not to buck your hips into his once again, despite how deeply you craved that friction against your core. It gets to a point where you cannot take it anymore, you need him, and you place your hands on Edward's chest, pulling yourself away from his kisses against your neck.

"Are you okay?" He asks nervously.

"Never better." You smile breathlessly.

You bite your lip, your hands trailing down to the waistband of Edward's pants. Your fingers graze over the buckle of his belt,

"Can I touch you, Eddie?" You ask, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yesyes-please." His head moves up and down fervently.

You scooted yourself back on his lap a little bit to allow for some room for you to pull down his clothing. You unbuckle his belt impatiently. Edward lifts his hips slightly you can move down his trousers. Your fingers hook into both the waistband of his pants and his underwear and you pull both down to about his mid-thighs simultaneously. As you pull away his layers his erection springs out of his clothes, nearly slapping back against his stomach as its freed from the restrictions of the fabric.

You looked down at Edward's lap, at his entirely rock-hard cock. Needless to say, your assumptions from before were completely correct. You were a little, stunned to say the least. It wasn't that he was exceptionally huge to the point that sex would be painful and he would completely rearrange your insides, but he was certainly, of a completely satisfactory size.

You look back up at Edward, his face now a bright red as his chest heaves up and down, and he's completely avoiding making eye contact with you. You place one hand on his cheek, it's hot from all the blood that has rushed under the skin, you brush your fingers against it gently before moving them to under his chin, you pick it up, making him look at you.

"Don't be so shy," You smile, though, you know that's just how he was naturally, you want him to be confident and comfortable while he's with you, especially in such an intimate time like this. "But- if you're uncomfortable sweetheart, we can stop." You reassure, you know the situation you're in is a weighty one.

"No, don't stop, please don't stop," He says earnestly, "I'm fine," He nods, "Perfect actually."

"I'm so glad," You're relieved to hear he's just as eager as you. You return your focus elsewhere, "God, Edward," You smirk as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, he's immediately whimpering from the moment your hand grazes the sensitive skin, "You're so big." you begin to work, pumping your fist up and down his shaft.

"You- you think so?" He asks, genuinely.

"Biggest I've ever had." You bite your lip.

You continue to work your wrist up and down at a steady pace, Edward's hips lift in time with your movements as he needily fucks into your hand.

"Like that," he barely slurs out, "Fuck that's so good. God you're so soft-"

The head of his dick leaks a small amount of pre-cum which you smear upwards with your thumb, causing Edward to sigh, completely full of pleasure.

You're having fun, more fun than you have ever had giving someone a handjob. Something about how evident it was that Edward was enjoying himself, his whimpers and moans, his soft words of praise, it was delightful. Seeing Edward so completely in bliss as he threw his head back and his glasses slipped down his face filled your heart with the most overwhelming joy.

Seeing Edward in this state also only added to how absolutely badly you wanted him, the throbbing in your core was absolutely unbareable. You don't think you'd ever been so wet in your life, and you were certain that Edward could hear just how wet he'd made you everytime you moved even slightly.

"Fuck, Edward," You moaned as you looked into his lap, watching as his cock began to twitch in his hand, signifying he was close to release. "Edward I need you so bad. Can I have you? Please, please Edward." You begged eagerly, he hadn't even denied you anything, you were just so desperate to have him inside you, you felt the need to beg for it.

"Yes- yes." He nodded, his head moved up and down rapidly as he panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. You removed your hand from him, ready to finally jump his bones. "Wait, Y/n, before we start- can- can I tell you something?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly.

"Of course baby."

"I, um, I haven't ever- this is my first time." He admitted, looking somewhat ashamed. You had to admit, you were a little shocked, not in a bad way, you were just surprised Edward had never had sex before. It was just hard to believe, he was just such an absolute pleasure to be around and, he was so, so very very handsome.

"That's okay Eddie- that's alright." You smile reassuringly, you're excited to be his first time, you hoped that you've made it at least somewhat special for him so far.

"Just- what if I finish too soon?" He asks, pushing his glasses up on his face.

"What if?" You ask, "Then that's okay, there's no shame." you assure.

"I just don't want to disappoint you, I mean- I know I will, but I want to make you cum to."

It was entirely endearing how focused on you Edward was, even during his first time.

"You won't disappoint me Eddie," You frown, "I mean this when I say, you're already the best I've ever had." It was true, you hadn't even gotten to home base, hell, your pussy had barely been touched, and you were already over the moon. Maybe it was because perhaps this was a long time coming, but the overwhelming joy you felt even just being in this situation with Edward was incomprable to anything you've felt before.

"Are you sure?" he asks carefully.

"Positive baby," you lean close to him and give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Plus, there's more ways to make me cum than just using your cock."

"Okay," Edward nodded.

"Can I...?"

"Yes."

You smirked, and sat up on your knees a little so you could adjust your panties. Though, before you could get to it, Edward had pushed two fingers into the crotch of your underwear. You moaned softly as a gentle finger brushed against your clit, his fingers slid against your soaked folds as he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it aside. Edward seemed slightly astonished at how wet you were, as were you. The air from the apartment was cool as it met your wet cunt, causing you to shiver slightly.

"I didn't know it was usual to get this wet," Edward said, a little surprised.

"I don't usually," You admitted, and then leaned forward so your lips barely grazed the lobe of his ear, "This is all from you."

You couldn't see Edward's reaction to what you had said but, you did find his hands on your hips once again, guiding you slowly to him. Eventually you felt the head of his cock brush against your clit, and you swear you were already ready to cum right then and there. It took some slight manuvering, his tip sliding between your wet folds towards your entrance. Eventually, you felt that you were properly aligned and you sighed, your anticipation not able to take it anymore, and you began to slide down his cock.

You were a mess from the moment his tip met your entrance, your fingers dug into his torso at the pleasurful stretching sensation.

"Fuck, Eddie," You moaned nearly immediately. Edward was able to enter you with complete ease, with how wet you were and all.

"Fuck- you're so-" Edward groaned, "So... so... wet, and warm, fuck." he looked like he was losing his mind, but you absolutely were too. You were both breathless by the time he had entered you completely, you couldn't believe how deep inside you he was. Still, despite the size, again, it was not to a point where it was painful. He was, just right.

You had to regain your composure before you could lift your hips up again. You took a deep breath before sitting up on your knees once more,

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," You moaned at the sensation of Edward's length moving against your walls. Then you lowerd yourself once more, cock once again burrying itself into your cunt. As Edward bottomed out into you you stayed there for a moment once more, rocking your hips back and forth, really savoring the feeling of him inside of you. "SHIT." you exclaimed as you bent your hips at just the right angle for him to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Meanwhile, Edward seems to be in an equal amount of bliss. Actually, you noted he looked, sort of like he was having an exorcism. His mouth wide open, moaning, his head and eyes both rolled back as his body shook.

You began to pick up the pace a little, you raising and lowering your hips at an increasingly faster rate. Edward's hands only lightly guided you up and down his shaft, as, you were doing most of the work. But, you didn't mind that, not at all, how could you when he looked like that. Despite your previous notion of how he seems as if he's getting a demon exorcized out of him, he still, looked like an angel. The way his shaggy hair framed his face, the way his fogged glasses slipped down the perfectly curved bridge of his nose, how the warm flush of red in his skin perfectly complemented his soft, roud, cheeks.

"You're so pretty Eddie," You slur, "So soo pretty Eddie"

"You're..." His hands slide up from your hips to just under your tits, "God- fuck, you're so beautiful." He's breathless, panting lounder than a dog after playing in the sun. "I can't b-believe I have you like this right now" the words fall from his mouth lazily.

"It's my pleasure, handsome," You lean over, pressing your chest to his, and letting your head fall against his shoulder. His hips suddenly buck into you, meeting your pace, and that combined with the new angle you're situated in, makes you cry out in pleasure. Your shrieks are only stiffled by the skin of Edward's neck. "Please, please keep doing that Eddie, fuck, Eddie." You cannot get enough of the feeling as you suddenly start to feel something bubbling in your lower stomach. You couldn't have been coming close this soon? Could you?

"Fuck" Edward suddenly exclaims, making you life your head. "I'm- I'm gonna- fuck- this feels too good- I can't-"

"Go ahead, cum for me baby." You urge, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, which only adds to your neediness, the pressure in your abdomen only growing more and more noticable with the passing seconds.

Edward sputters out a long string of expletives as the movements of his hips become lazy.

"God, I'm-" and suddenly he's finishing inside of you, it's warm, and any remaining friction between the two of you completely disappears as he does so, your combined wetness makes your slowing movements entirely fluid. His mouth is wide, and he is moaning insesentally while simultaneously trying to remember how to breathe. Despite being on top of him, the weight of your body cannot stop the shake in his legs as he empties into you. You cannot remember the last time you'd let someone finish inside you, despite being on the pill, you'd always made everyone you were with use protection, it was a mental thing. But Edward, you didn't mind, in fact you enjoyed the feeling of him emptying inside you, you wanted him to fill you up. And full you were as you slowed your hips, ready to stop.

"No- no," Edward can barely gasp out, his fingers holding onto your sides so hard you're sure they'll leave bruises. "Keep going, I want you to cum too."

"Eddie- are you sure?" You ask, noting how clearly spent he was, "I don't want to kill you baby."

"No, keep going," Edward places his head into the crook of your neck, "If you kill me, at least I'll die happy." He says which causes the two of you to laugh slightly.

"Okay baby, thank you." You say, appreciative that he's ready to take this overstiumlation, especially on his first time, to let you finish too. "I'm already, so close." You moan as your hips begin to pick up speed again.

The tightening in your abdomen has not gone away, it only increases as you continue to move your hips up and down. You're breathless by now, and your legs begin to shake. Every, single, time, your hips meet Edward's his tip hits the perfect spot, and you're whining so loud you're sure you'll be getting a noise complaint any moment now.

The wave of pleasure that's begining to fall over you is nothing like you've ever felt before, your brain is so fogged up from all the pleasure you're experiencing you don't even think you could get a coherent sentence out. You suddenly understood the phrase "Getting your brains fucked out" because you were certain after this you'd have none left.

Edward's even more of a mess, clearly completely overstimulated as tears begin to form in his eyes. You're looking at him, concerned, wondering if you should stop.

"Keepgoingkeepgoing," He urges,

You're close, so close, you feel like you're going to explode.

"Edward, fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum-" You essentially scream as your fingers dig into his torso. You're grabbing at him above his shirt, but your nails have sunk in so deep you worry you've perhaps broken skin. The pressure in your lower stomach has reached it's breaking point, and your inner thighs are pulsing as you begin to unwind.

"Yes- ah- come on" Edward whines, only egging on your impending orgasm.

"I'm- I'm-" You barely shriek out before you're there, "Fuck!" You begin to release, you're shaking and your hips are twitching as your pussy clenches around Edward. You wonder if he can feel the throbbing of your cunt against him, or if he's noticed just how wet it's gotten from you cumming so hard.

You sink into Edward as the last of your orgasm comes to an end, your legs are twitching wildly and you cannot even begin to try to lift yourself up from your spot on top of him.

Maybe it's from the overwhelming pleasure, or the fact that you just had sex with someone who meant so much to you, but you felt yourself about to cry.

"Oh , Edward," You whimpered into his neck as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. It didn't work, the lump remained, urging you to let your emotions out. You slowly release your nails from his torso, hoping you hadn't hurt him too much, unless he was into that sort of thing, then you hoped you'd hurt him just enough. You were soon wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him into a bone crushing embrace.

Edward's arms snaked around you as well, as he pulled you even further against him, the small movement making him shift slightly inside of you, causing you to whine at the small stimulation.

"Sorry-sorry," He says, his words are choked and shaky, and his lack of breath is obvious.

You sniffle into Edward's neck as you start to cry just a little. You'd never cried after sex, this was a first. You couldn't even understand why you were crying, the emotions that were penetrating your brain right now were just way too much.

You picked your head up a little, to look at Edward, and you hoped he wouldn't question the tears that stained your eyes. To your surprise, when your gaze met his, you had noticed a few tear drops that had streamed down Edward's cheeks, and you realized he was crying as well. Which, made you want to sob even harder.

"God, Edward," You gasp, before pressing your lips to his. The kiss is breathless, the two of you still exhasperated from before. Still, you never, ever wanted to leave this moment, you felt so safe in your vulnerability right now. You had no clue of Edward's motives for having sex with you; maybe he'd just gotten horny, or maybe he genuinely liked you in a more romantic sort of way. Still, despite that unknown, in his protective hold, you'd never felt more safe, more taken care of, than you did in this very moment.

"Should we uh- get cleaned up?" Edward asks, breaking away from the kiss.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," You sniffle.

You slowly, lift yourself off of Edward, the feeling of him slidling out of your spent cunt made your head fuzzy with overstimutation. Still, you'd lifted up eniugh to where he was completely out of you, his dick, now limp, falling into his lap. You whined slightly at the loss of contact, now empty, you could feel Edward's finish leaking out of you, running down the inside of your upper thighs.

You placed your hands on either side of Edward and tried to steady yourself enough to stand up, your legs still wavering slightly as your feet touched the floor. Edward reached his hands out to grab you as you straightened yourself up to help you keep your balance. Once you were sure you were not going to fall, you fixed your panties so they covered you completely once more, and headed for your bathroom.

A few moments later your cleaned up, laying in your bed, Edward at your side, the two of you aren't touching, only lying next to each other, above the sheets, staring up at the ceiling of the dim room.

"Thank you for letting me be your first time." You say.

"I- I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else."

"Really?"

"Y-yeah." He nods, "I suppose we've kind of... gotten past the point of embarassment now that you've uh- seen my dick and all-" He chuckles nervously, "So, if I'm just being completely honest- and please don't hate me for this- I've thought about it, a lot, you know. This."

A small smile forms at your lips at this admission as you look over towards Edward, it was flattering, especially coming from Edward.

"Well," you start, "Then, I'm extra glad I was able to give you what you want."

Edward looks over and smiles back at you, he looks like he's about to attempt to speak again, but he doesn't. Suddenly his smile drops and he looks worried,

"But please don't take that as I only wanted to be friends with you because I wanted to have sex with you because that is not the case. I really enjoy your company, you're the greatest person I ever met, and I really like you a lot, so please don't think otherwise," He says, the words fire out of his mouth at a nervous, rapid, pace, and you furrow your eyebrows as you try to understand each shaky word.

"You think I'm the greatest person you've ever met?" You ask, dumbfounded, a giddy smile forming at the corners of your mouth. You feel your cheeks get hot and you're sure you're bright red in the face right now.

"Yeah, you're like, the coolest." He looks back up at the ceiling, "You're... so sweet, and funny, you're beautiful- and, most of all, I guess, you gave me a chance- no one has ever given me a chance."

You don't know whether to smile or cry upon hearing Edward's words. He had told you, a few times, some stories of his childhood, the conditions he grew up with, how he'd never felt wanted ever in his life. Some of the things he had told you were so gutwrenching that, despite you having acted strong in the moment in order to comfort him, you had secretly cried over when you were alone.

"Oh Edward, thank you..." You scooch a little closer to him, placing an arm over his midsection, and lying your head on his chest. "I wish more people had given you a chance."

"It's alright, I guess," He places an arm around your back, "I'm just grateful that at least you did."

"I am too," You admit, "I'm sorry about before, essentially telling you to lock yourself in your room."

"No, don't apologize, I overreated."

"I don't think so Eddie, this is your house too. I- it's just- well if we're confessing things now, I guess- I was just nervous, I'd never brought a guy into our home before and- Edward, that's because of you."

"Because of me? I never said you couldn't-"

"No- not like that just, I think, I knew, that if I brought someone home, and then I saw you, I wouldn't have wanted them anymore." You sigh, it felt good, coming to the realization of why you'd truly been so anxious about bringing guys home. "Because... I knew- that- if I was reminded of you, I'd remember how no one could ever live up to... well... you." You confess.

"Live up to me?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "Edward, you're like the pefect man, seriously, I don't know how you haven't been like- drowning in pussy." You giggle. Edward laughs a long a little as well.

"You really think so? You know, you could do better."

"You're everything I could ever want. There is no better."

You could hear how Edward's heartrate increased from your spot on his chest, and if you were being honest, you're heart was beating out of your chest too.

"Does this mean, maybe, you'd uh- want to be my girlfriend- or something?" He asked, his voice faltering slightly.

"Are you asking me out Edward?" You smile.

"Y-yeah, I think so."

You sit up from where you're laid on Edward's chest, and turn so you're looking down at him.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend Eddie." You nod, overcome with the most overbearing joy.

You place both of your hands on Edward's cheeks and lean into him, placing a kiss directly on his lips. Both of Edward's arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you back down to his chest, as both of your bodies tangle up in eachother, and you feel his warm embrace around you, there's only one thing you're thinking, "Mine."

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[writingsofmax]

hiii your sick reader x edward story made me think about another writing idea :''))) edward's reaction to fainted reader. they fainted because they  have iron deficiency anemia. annndd I really love your writings!!

I've Got You Word Count: 620 Tags: riddler x reader, chronically ill reader, fainting, caretaking, fluff author's note: hi anon!!! Sorry for taking five hundred million years to get to this request!!!! this request made me SO happy to get. I don't have iron deficiency anemia, but I do have a similar condition that causes me to faint so I can relate a little bit. I really hope this is okay and that you like it. happy holidays <3

You were in the middle of a conversation with Eddie when you started feeling it. You had been excessively tired all day, and your head swam every time you stood up to do something. But now his questions were getting harder to understand, and your heart was pounding. On top of that your hands felt cold and clammy. You prayed that you wouldn’t pass out. “Sweetie?” Edward asked, a confused smile on his face. “Hm?” “Did you hear me?” “I’m sorry,” you answered, rubbing your brow to try and force your brain into working properly, “What did you say?” “I asked if you were hungry..” he said slowly, watching you carefully. You realized then that you hadn’t eaten yet that day, never a good choice for you. You had just been so busy and had forgotten all about it. “Uh… yeah..yeah” you answered, forgetting what you were talking about again a second later. “Where do you want food from? I can order some.” Eddie offered, watching you like a hawk. You stood up, leaning your weight against the kitchen table heavily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mumbled, thinking that maybe splashing some water on your face might help. “I don’t think that’s a–” Edward started. And then you were down. Eddie dove for you, catching you in his arms before you hit the ground. “Angel?” You were unresponsive, “Sweetie?” He felt your pulse, it was there but weak. Had you been forgetting to take your iron pills again? He laid you down gently on the couch, making sure to rest your feet up on pillows. He frowned as he held your hands, they were cold and clammy. His poor angel. He waited there for a few minutes, tucking a blanket around you and moving a pillow under your neck. He brushed the hair away from your face as you began to come to. “E-Eddie…?” you asked, your voice shaky and confused. “Hi Angel… You fainted on me..” He explained, his voice calm and low as he rubbed your hand reassuringly. “Oh… Sorry..” you mumbled, as you closed your eyes again, trying to calm the pounding of your heart. “No. No need to apologize, it’s okay,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss your forehead gently. “I didn’t eat anything yet today,” you explained… “And I actually don’t remember the last time I remembered to take my iron pills..” “Where are they?” he asked, standing up from his kneeling position at your side. “In the medicine cabinet..” He nodded and stood up to go grab them for you, pulling his phone out of his pocket and raising it to his ear as he walked away from you. The sound of his voice was so comforting and before you knew it you were fast asleep again on the couch. You were awoken a while later to steaming piles of food laid out across the coffee table. “Here baby, drink this for me, okay?” Eddie said as he handed you a glass of orange juice, “And take this before you start eating,” he instructed as he laid an iron pill in your palm. “I called your doctor and they said you should be fine, but they’ll get you in next week just to make sure,” Eddie said, smiling at you as he brought over silverware to use. Your eyes filled with tears as he sat down next to you. “Sweetie?? What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching up to pull you into a hug. “Nothing Ed..” you smiled while wiping your tears away, “You’re just so good to me… I really appreciate you is all..” Edward smiled back at you, before kissing your lips gently. “I’ll always be here for you angel, always.” 

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[lovely--lover]

Flashbacks

Request: Edward Nashton has flashbacks of his childhood and the reader comforts him. Thank you so much for the request @tinyladyblaze​ 

The cruelness of Gotham seeped through the fractured glass. Flowing through the room finding comfort in the children that lay under tattered blankets oozing into them. Stealing away the little warmth granted to each child. Second by second…until it took over. The frigid cold turned the small limbs numb. Another gust of wind shook the frail windows that threatened to shatter. The only protection from the merciless winter.

The blanket was wrapped around him. Tucked under his curled-up body so every part of him would fit beneath it. The cruel cold still found its way under the thin fabric bringing a familiar lack of feeling with it. Pulling the blanket tighter his small frame began to shake, fighting to survive, to keep him warm. 

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if the blanket was removed and he slept bare. Would he make it until morning? Would anyone care? Would he finally be free? 

Maybe he would attempt it another night? Out of curiosity, he wiggled his toes and fingers, there was nothing. Edward could feel nothing except a pit of sadness that felt never-ending and all-consuming. 

It had consumed the infants in the next room over as they began to cry out. Awaking the rats they began skittering across the floor forcing their way under untucked blankets. He whimpered as one ran across his legs the sharpness breaking through the fabric and clawing him as it ran by.

Home a soft voice echoed out blending into the wind.

The orphanage was not a home. It was a prison on the outskirts of Gotham to hide away the forgotten children. Only seen when they were exploited by politicians and media. Then it was back in the holding cell to wither away. Held captive until release, at 18, when they are tossed into the streets with nothing except the clothes on their back.

He was thrown into the streets with nothing. He was nothing. The darkness he grew up in grew inside him. Filling every inch like the cold. Home? He never had a home.

Home it echoed out. Louder, closer…..warmer.

Eddie my love, can you hear me? 

The darkness dissipated and was filled with light as the blanket fell from his face. The sudden light burned the back of his eyes. “I’m home!” He peered up through crinkled eyes at your blurry silhouette. Attempting to see clearly he blinked a few times and realized he was crying as tears began to fall.

“Eddie I’m home!” the only response was your voice echoing back….home. Usually, you were greeted with the sounds of typing from Eddie working his voice calling back out “I’m in here” 

There was nothing.

The apartment was small there was only one place he could be. Entering the bedroom you smiled at the form nestled under the blankets. “Eddie I'm home,” there was no response. 

The blanket was soft under your hand as your hand over him but his body was rigid and stiff. “Eddie, my love? Can you hear me?” Standing beside him you pulled away the blanket “I’m home!”

He peered up at you with blurry eyes almost immediately tears began to fall down his cherub cheeks. The bed creaked as you found yourself beside him caressing his face. The skin was wet and warm beneath your palms “Eddie what's wrong?” 

His green eyes glanced between you, the room, the window, there was a distance in his gaze. Unable to settle as if he was elsewhere, lost. “Eddie are you here? Are you with me?” 

Finally, his eyes found yours, filled with an indistinguishable emotion, swirling within the tears. A ragged breath forced his lips to part, quivering, before a sob escaped. The hands on his face fell to wrap around his soft waist pulling him into an embrace. 

“Oh Eddie.” an ache formed in your chest as he embraced you, fingers digging into the flesh, as if he was scared to let go. Warm tears dampened the fabric of your shirt as his face pressed into your chest.

“I… I was at the orphanage. I was back there at that hellhole” anger spat from his trembling lips. 

 “The rats were everywhere! All of my clothes had rat bites on them. Made the winters even colder.” A shiver raked through his body as if he was there feeling it all over again.

“And the babies….the poor babies were crying, they wouldn’t stop, one died every winter.” As he continue to speak the shake of his voice left as he became calm describing the horrors of his childhood. 

Tears threatened your eyes. Eddie, your sweet Eddie had suffered, he was just a child. A heavy silence filled the room as his voice trailed off unable to talk any longer. Words left you as well what could you say? You had to say something.

“I’m sorry Eddie. I’m so sorry that happened. You didn't deserve that. No one does.” 

A whimper left his lips as you pulled away holding him at arms length. His face was red, eyes swollen, lips turned down. “But you're here now, your home with me….our home.” A warm smile adorned your face remembering how you and Eddie searches every part of Gotham for an apartment. Visiting every thrift store to fill it with comfort and love. 

“And I promise you will always be warm” grabbing the discarded blanket you draped it over his slumped shoulders. 

“You will always have clothes….even if they're from the thrift store” the corners of his lips slowly turned up a glint returning to his eyes. 

“And the rats…..well, I cant promise anything about the rats this is Gotham after all…it’s filled with em” 

A laugh left his lips a real one deep from his chest “Rats everywhere!” 

You couldn't help but laugh with him “We may never escape them!” both of you falling into a fit of laughter. The feeling of home was coming back. The coldness was slowly leaving Eddie and being filled with your warmth and comfort. He was home he was with you.

Masterlist

Sorry it took a while I have been busy but I plan on writing more from now on. I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you for the request and your support 💚

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[summercourtship]

a missed meet cute. (edward's pov)

Edward and the reader's first meetings, from his perspective. From ch. 5-6 of Stay to Burn (Only to Drown Instead)- this will not make sense if you haven't read that!! 2687 words. | no warnings

read on ao3 | stay to burn masterpost

Arkham Asylum was both exactly what Edward had expected and nothing he was at all prepared for. When you’ve suffered in one place it was easy to think that all horrible places would make you suffer in the exact same way. And yet, it had somehow been easier to endure the suffering at the orphanage as a child than it was in the asylum as an adult. Maybe it was because when he was an orphan, he knew he could age out or request emancipation (which he had, as soon as he had been able). Here, there would only be escape if he forced it.

But, God, was the asylum boring.

There was hardly anything new going on, no mental stimulation for him to distract himself. He had a crossword from the newspaper (given to him by a sympathetic orderly each week) and a large book of sudoku that one of his previous followers had sent him a few weeks into his stint. He allowed himself to do one puzzle a day, trying to keep the book going as long as possible.

And then he saw her. Passing by a window, a new face in the stale hospital. But not new to him. No, he had seen her before and it only took a few moments to remember that she had been the one standing in front of him at the mayor’s funeral. The one who had let him move in front of her (even though that certainly ruined her view, she was far shorter than him) and gave him a front row seat to the chaos he had created.

When the car had crashed through the building and everyone was escorted out, he’d had half of a mind to find her again. After all, he had overheard her conversation and was interested in the project she was working on. (Because it was about him, that’s what her friend had said, had said that the girl talked about it all the time.)

But, he had other plans with the Batman that day and didn’t have the time to find a random college girl.

However, her friend had left her student ID somewhere clearly visible. A simple glance down at the lanyard and he knew how to find her, her name and student number out in the open for anyone to see. Later, when he was sitting alone and thinking about everything that had happened that day- the rush of his first real interaction with the Batman still coursing through his veins- he remembered her, her friend’s ID flashing behind his eyes as he sat in front of his computer, fingers flying over the keys before he could even think about what he was doing.

The name Marie felt fitting, a sign from a higher power he no longer believed in that he was on the right path.

Once he found Marie, it was easy to find the other girl, the one who mattered. One tag on Instagram and there she was. A small picture on the screen with a witty username and a short description simply stating that she was a student and what she was studying.

And, like a naive blessing, another affirmation that he was on the right path, her profile was public. Not that he couldn’t have gotten past a privacy filter easily. But now he didn’t have to dirty his hands.

He spent a minute or two scrolling through her pictures, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. It was just to solidify her face in his mind. That’s all. (That’s what he told himself. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by a pretty face right now.)

Once he was content with her photos, it was just a few short keystrokes until he had her email address. They really don’t make this information hard to obtain, not when you know how to find it.

He crafted an email then, generating a burner email quickly. This, he knew, could blow up in his face if she wasn’t what he thought she was. And she very well could turn this into the police (not that they, incompetent as they are, could trace it back to him). But he had a gut feeling about her. The way she had leaned forward over the railing, observing everything. The way her friend had described she delved into the research, how she seemed obsessed with it all.

No, he had a good feeling about her.

Normally, he wouldn’t give out the link to his website so casually. He liked that his followers had to work to find it, to prove that they were worthy of his cause. But she wasn't going to be one of his followers, not to the same extent that the others were. He knew that much. She had too much of a head on her shoulders to join a militant online group.

No, she was going to be the one to tell the world about what he was doing, the changes he was going to bring. she would sympathize with his message- karma, her friend had said she’d called it- and do the work of spreading his revelations of truth and justice in Gotham city.

At least, that’s what his fantasy had been. What should have happened if everything had gone to plan. But now he knew that it was foolish to put his trust in others so quickly, to make plans around others actions, especially if he’d never spoken to them. The Batman had taught him that much, the betrayal of his rejection still stinging months after. He had forgotten about the girl after the Flood had failed, his mind occupied elsewhere.

But seeing her on the other side of that glass in Arkham had been like the dove returning to the Ark, the olive branch clutched in its beak a symbol of peace, hope, rebirth. (If his Flood had succeeded, it would be an even more apt parallel but he shouldn't linger on that for too long.)

Ark-ham. Isn't that something?

Edward does not believe in coincidence. There was a reason she was at the mayor’s funeral and there was a reason she was at Arkham now, looking at him from the other hallway.

He stood still, his eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what she was thinking as she examined his face, her eyes wide. She made a movement, stuttering, like her body was trying to bring him closer to him. Then, something drew her attention away from him, a noise from further down her hallway. Edward continued to watch as she turned and hurried down the hallway, his head turning to track her movements.

Then, only a few brief weeks later (the weeks themselves were actually agonizingly long, boring days of doing nothing but trying to engage his mind with whatever was laying around him so he didn’t actually go insane), she appeared again.

This time, he was in his cell, laying on his cot and trying to dull the cacophony of voices from outside his cell. The glass in the cells weren’t soundproof, obviously, so he heard immediately when there was a new noise, his ears pricking up at the sound of the door to the block being unlatched.

He jumped from the cot, moving to the door to see who it could be. The guards weren’t switching yet, and as far as he knew no one had visits to their doctors scheduled for this time of the day. He pressed himself close to the door, peering down to the door.

It was the girl, accompanied by none other than Dr. Crane. The man wasn’t his doctor, but he’d seen him around and had enough small conversations with him to dislike him. (Edward didn’t like seeing you with him. He wondered how you knew him, if you had just met him when you’d- presumably- been hired to the asylum).

He pressed his face against the glass, trying to get a better look at the girl as Dr. Crane led her through the cell block. There was no practical reason for him to bring her here.

As Dr. Crane passed his cell, he gave Edward a side glance, his sharp eyes unreadable as they slowly slid away. But the doctor didn’t stop to say anything, though that insufferable smirk was still on his face. Edward paid him no mind, instead focusing on her.

Her head was craned backwards, examining the skylights and the second floor of cells as she slowly walked through the hall. He pressed himself closer to his door, mentally urging her to look down and see him. His mind was whirring, trying to figure out what he was going to say. Because he knew she would stop to speak with him, there was no way she wouldn’t feel the same draw to him that he did to her.

Finally, she did look down and almost immediately spotted him. Her lips parted, and he could see her inhale, slowly and shakily. But she continued walking, her eyes not leaving him.

Edward was now overthinking, knowing that if she did stop- and she would stop- he would have to start the conversation. (He’d never been good at starting conversations with girls. Or with anyone, really. It was a side effect, he told himself, of not speaking to anyone until he was ten even though he was perfectly capable of it. He hadn’t had the practice.)

What on earth was he supposed to say? Small talk was boring and would sound wrong coming from his mouth. He needed to say something that would grab her attention, that would keep her standing in front of him for as long as possible.

And then, she did stop. He withdrew from the glass, ignoring the fog from his breath. He couldn’t help but feel vindicated that he was right. And then, like he had planned it all along, he said the first thing he could think of.

“I know you.”

“What?” She took a step backwards, her pulse visibly jumping in her neck. He tried not to focus on it. “No, I was here a couple of weeks ago, you might’ve seen me then and-”

“No.” He knew it was irrational to expect her to remember him from City Hall. But still, how did she not remember his face when she had looked up into it and allowed him to step around her, how had she not made the connection when he was caught only a few days later? He realized, then, that he might have to hold her hand a bit. Metaphorically, of course. (For now). “You were there, in City Hall.”

It was satisfying to see the sudden recognition in her eyes, the flurry of emotions that crossed her expression. Confusion, fear, disbelief.

“Oh my god.”

“Karma, right?” And then, because he couldn’t help himself and he simply needed to know, he asked: “How’d that project go?”

“I never-” She shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s really none of your business.”

He stared at her, suddenly aware that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t like him. He couldn’t fathom why, considering the fact that she had apparently been on his side during his cleansing of Gotham’s corruption.

Then, like a snake, Dr. Crane appeared in his periphery, making his way back to the girl, though he was temporarily distracted by the clown. The girl either hadn’t realized it or was ignoring it in favor of continuing to glare at Edward. He looked over at Dr. Crane, the smile wiped off of his face at the reminder that this conversation was only fleeting and he only had a few more moments of the girl’s undivided attention. Slowly, Edward turned back to her, raising his eyebrows as the riddle formed itself in his mind. Something to keep her occupied.

A breadcrumb.

“What has a long neck, a name of a bird, feeds on ships' cargo, but is not alive?”

He could see her temporary disbelief that she was just asked a riddle. Probably thinking that he was living up to his name, or something like that. But then her eyebrows furrowed, a little crease forming in between them as she tried to figure out exactly what he meant.

The realization of the answer was clear on her face at the exact same moment that Dr. Crane slithered behind her. Edward didn’t miss how his hand found its way to her back, watching the movement with feigned disinterest.

The fact that the girl and the doctor were involved in some way would make this all a lot more interesting. And, he supposed, painful for you once you found out about Dr. Crane.

“Edward.” Oh, how he hated when Dr. Crane said his name. But then the doctor introduced her, as if Edward didn’t already know who she was. But Dr. Crane didn’t know that, of course. “This is my new assistant.”

At the sound of her own name, she whipped around to look at the doctor before back at Edward.

Edward repeated her name, slowly, like he was tasting it on his tongue (and he was- he had never said it out loud before, he’d never had a reason to). He was keenly aware that Dr. Crane was watching her, how her eyes widened and her breath stuttered for a brief moment.

Was she afraid of him? He wasn’t sure how to feel about that- part of him liked that he had any effect on her at all. It certainly felt better than his earlier assumption that she simply disliked him. After all, fear is better than indifference. He could work with fear, could use it to his advantage.

But on the other hand, he knew what Dr. Crane was doing down in the basement. For someone of Edward’s intelligence and perception, it would be hard to not know when half of his patients came back from treatment more delirious and paranoid than before, when those weren’t even symptoms they had exhibited before their sessions. Dr. Crane made his unethical behavior so obvious and yet no one in the asylum cared.

Well, no one that could do anything about it. Until now, with her sudden appearance as Arkham’s newest employee.

“We’ve met before.” Again, he couldn’t help himself.

“I wouldn’t call that meeting.” She was quick to dispute him. Of course, she wouldn’t think much of their brief encounter at the mayor’s funeral because she didn’t know what happened after. All of the work he had put into finding her, all of the imagined plans he had for her. For her, it was just an eventful afternoon that she was probably happy to put behind her.

“I suppose you wouldn’t.” But now it was everything to Edward. He could see her struggling to figure out the hidden meaning in his words. He wouldn’t help her, no, she was smart enough to figure it out. (He liked the way her eyes narrowed at him. Maybe he could work with her disliking him as well.)

Then, crushingly, coldly, she turned to Dr. Crane. “Can we go now?”

They left without saying goodbye. Of course they did, why would they say goodbye to him? But still, Edward pressed his hand against the glass, as if he could reach out and bring her back.

Like she could sense him staring at her, she turned back to look at him. He realized his hand must look like it was raised in a wave. But she didn’t return it, instead facing away from him again and continuing to follow Dr. Crane out of the cell block.

With a high squeak, his palm slipped off of the glass as he inhaled deeply, stepping away from the door and away from the prying eyes of the other inmates.

For the first time since he’d entered the asylum, he had something to occupy his thoughts. Plans, a vision of the way out forming in his mind. He wasn’t sure when he’d see you again, but he was sure it would be sooner rather than later.

After all, it seemed that fate was finally on his side.

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Hellooooo may I request Eddie feeling insecure but tries to hide it from reader but they eventually find out and then shower him with love and affection please, ahhh Im such in a soft mood I just wanna shower Eddie with love so badly 🥺🥺

Oh, you know Eddie feels insecure, for sure! I think we all want to shower Eddie with love badly 💚

Warning(s): none really. Talk of insecurities. Hardcore fluff. There’s like… the tiniest implication of sexy times, if you squint, but it’s a passing reference.

💚 Showering Edward Nashton with Love 💚

Edward Nashton is, undoubtedly, extremely insecure about everything to do with himself - how he looks, how other people see him, how he struggles socially and how no one ever pays him attention. At the orphanage, he was definitely beaten up a few times, his intelligence and glasses mocked by the other kids, and when he wasn’t bullied he was alone and ignored - and it’s stayed with him for life

In his adult life, not much has changed - he may not be picked on by other kids anymore, but he definitely feels very alone and insecure no matter how much he tries to hide it

When you two first meet, he’s so shy because he’s convinced you’ll hate him or, in the very best case scenario, not think much of him at all… he’s very surprised when you keep talking to him and even tell him you want to spend more time with him

Poor Eddie is so puzzled when you kiss him for the first time but doesn’t say anything - he’s terrified if he asks why you like him, if he questions it, you’ll realise the worst about him and leave. You find it endearing how his cheeks flood bright red when you kiss him, how the usually witty and intelligent Eddie is suddenly reduced to stammering and blushing by you

He tries so hard to not let you know how insecure he is, because he’s scared if he talks about it, you’ll realise that he’s not good enough: he doesn’t look like a handsome or chiselled model, he’s too dorky, maybe you’ll see that he’s not good enough for you, see that you can do so much better than him. He doesn’t dare say it out loud, terrified that once you realise, you’ll leave him - and he can’t stand the thought of it, not now that he knows what it is to love you

It doesn’t take long for you to realise that he’s super insecure though. It would be difficult to not notice it, how he looks bashful when you see him without a shirt on, the way he goes silent but looks worried and sad if you’re out together and another man so much as looks at you, the way he guards himself and is clearly fretting - and it makes you so sad because how does he not realise how amazing he is? You think he’s so intelligent, so cute, so wonderful, that it upsets you he’d think he’s anything less.

You can’t help it - you can’t stop yourself from being even more affectionate with him, deciding that you’re going to change things and make sure he knows how amazing he truly is

It starts small: you compliment his glasses when you see him looking at himself and his glasses anxiously, telling him how much they suit his face and make him look as intelligent as he is. When you’re out together, you proudly take his hand and let him know how happy you are to be with him

In bed at night, as he takes off his shirt and you see him flush, see him try to hide by shielding himself with his arms, you can’t stop yourself from kissing him and running a hand over his chest and belly. When you catch him looking despondently at his shirtless form in the bathroom mirror after a shower, you come up behind him and start kissing his shoulders and back, wrapping your arms around his waist and commenting “looking good, Eddie!”

Oh, he blushes for a very different reason when you do that

One night when you’re out together, a tall and pretty handsome man comes over and, completely ignoring the fact Eddie is holding your hand, asks for your number. You can already see Eddie looking uncertain and anxious, so you make it very clear that no, you’re absolutely not interested because “I’ve got the best guy in the world right here already”. When the man insists, you roll your eyes and walk off, squeezing Eddie’s hand and kissing his cheek when you’re away from the dude

You make sure to comment how smart he looks in whatever clothes he’s in, especially if they’re new or not something he usually wears, and when he’s in Riddler get-up, you’re very much in awe of him

You’re not even the slightest bit ashamed that you find him hot in his Riddler outfit and mask, let’s be honest

If you wake up before Eddie in the morning, he often wakes up to you pressing soft little kisses to his face and shoulders, hands lazily touching him so he knows you adore him and his body; as he becomes more awake, you make sure to tell him how much you love him, how happy he makes you

Eddie is so touch starved and needy that he melts whenever you compliment him or hold his hand or hug him, he practically laps all of your affection up and can’t get enough of it 🥹

Just… showering Eddie with so much love and affection, like he deserves, so he knows he’s more than good enough, so he knows without a doubt you love him just as much as he does you 💚

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[enbyonmandalore]

Taxi Driver

Rating: SFW 18+

Word count: 1479

Warnings: Crimes (duh), creepy dudes, mention of murder, mention of weapons, the general feeling of being stalked

Summary: You're a taxi driver in Gotham City with a special side-hustle: Getaway driver. Late one Halloween night, you get a call to pick someone up and you're sucked into a plot you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

A/N: This is a prequel of sorts to my one-shot "Whereabouts" (NSFW) which you can find by clicking the corresponding tag or here: https://at.tumblr.com/enbyonmandalore/whereabouts/5nitzdf8v1oc

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Taxi Driver

October 31st, 11:45 PM

Just another Thursday night.

Not a single call had come in during the last three hours. Guess the other drivers are getting all the action., you thought to yourself. Neither your colleagues, nor your boss had radioed you yet, so while pulling into an empty parking lot, you fumbled your phone from your pocket and opened Candy Crush. You were well aware of the danger this put you in -yes, car-jacking or whatever the cops called it these days was still a thing-, but you weren't all too worried. All the bad guys were busy robbing corner stores and vandalizing shit tonight; nobody would pay attention to you. Still, you kept a second phone hidden on you for emergencies. Halloween in Gotham always went crazy.

Honestly, you enjoyed sitting in the dark for about half an hour, playing Candy Crush and not wasting expensive gas. Driving around was fun and all, but sometimes it got boring. Like, really, really boring. Driving fast was more your style, which is why you'd become a taxi driver in the first place, but your pay was barely enough to get by. So when your boss had offered you to join the "Driver's Association" for some much-needed extra cash, you hadn't really thought twice. Turns out you had become a getaway driver for pretty much any criminal in Gotham City then and there.

Well shit, if that's the only way to make rent and fund college and not starve... Then so be it!, had been your thoughts. It really wasn't too big of a deal. It's not like you were actively participating in the crimes, you just waited for a bunch of dudes in masks to jump in the back of your taxi and speed off to a safe location. Okay, technically that made you part of a heist (or, in your case 17 heists), but who actually counts the driver anyway?

Before you could dive deeper into that particular pool of thoughts, your radio crackled to life.

"Taxi 3-17, d'you copy?", the voice of your boss echoed though your car and you hastily fumbled for the radio.

"I copy", you exclaimed as cheerfully as possible.

"I need you to pick up somebody from main street"

The rest of the directions were but a blur in your mind as the taxi sprang to life and you found yourself replying to the boss like you were on autopilot. You knew exactly what this was. Another getway.

November 1st, 00:25 AM

Gotham City's main street was still incredibly crowded. People in costumes lined the sidewalks left and right, leftovers from the big Halloween parade the city held each year. In the back of your mind there was a little voice that accompanied you on each of these drives. What if Batman is watching?, it said. But Batman was probably busy. Just like everyone else. You'd never seen him yourself, but occasionally the people you drove had some very interesting and oddly terrifying things to say about Gotham's vigilante. You turned a corner into a back alley and let the taxi slow to a stop. This was where you were supposed to pick someone up.

Just two seconds after putting the car into Park, the back door on the driver's side was yanked open. Turning around so fast you heard your spine crack, you caught sight of a man slightly older than yourself plopping into the seat with a duffle bag and closing the door. Immediately there were alarm bells going off in your head. Sitting behind the driver as the only passenger is an extreme red flag. Instinctively, your hand made its way to the taser you kept at your side, but you slowed yourself and forced your mind not to make assumptions.

Turning back around, you cleared your throat. "Where to, mister?"

"The Iceberg Lounge", he answered. His voice sounded harmless enough. He seemed energetic, but the circles under his eyes told a different story. You had to remind yourself that this was, indeed, a criminal who had just done god-knows-what. Jeez, when had this become so normal? It spooked you, just a little bit, how calm you had remained so far. Until you caught a glimpse of what your passenger was holding in the rearview mirror.

"What's that?" The words slipped out before you could stop yourself and you had to suppress the urge to slap yourself. You don't ask a fucking criminal that kind of shit. You just don't, if you value breathing.

"Oh, this?", your passenger asked with a smile and held up a roll of duct tape. The both of you made eye contact through the mirror and you swallowed thickly. The possibilities of what could be done with a roll of tape flashing though your head were more than a bit disturbing.

This is it, I'm for sure getting robbed now...

Steering with one hand and gripping the taser with the other, you did your best to keep your voice steady.

"Put that away, please."

An unidentifyable expression spread across the man's face and the glint in his eyes behind his clear-framed glasses that came with it gave you the creeps.

"What? Are you afraid?"

"Don't try anything...stupid. If this car crashes, we both die."

What the fuck were you saying?? The nervous pounding of your heart wasn't making thinking any easier. But the man in the back seat was eerily calm. He was still smiling, but you could make out the single drop of sweat on his forehead running down towards his brow between the messy brown hair.

"Put the damn tape away, or so god help me.", you groaned, gripping your taser tighter and not taking an eye off of the man in the back seat.

"Boo", he simply said and put the roll of duct tape into his bag with a high-pitched chuckle, still maintaining eye contact through the rearview mirror like an absolute weirdo. Fuck, this guy's creepy. The creepiest guy I've ever had in my car.

You let out an only slightly shaky breath as you stopped at a red light. Yeah, just a normal taxi, nothing to see here... I'm a law-abiding citizen. Only like two more minutes til you'd arrive at the Iceberg Lounge and then you'd be rid of this guy - forever. The moment the light turned green you stepped on the gas, eager to get this job over with.

You didn't expect him to say anything after the end of the last conversation, so it surprised you when the passenger spoke again.

"Do you like riddles?"

"D-depends, I guess."

"Let me ask you something", he continued without much concern for your answer. "Five people go to church in the pouring rain. None of them have umbrellas, but still one doesn't get wet. How is that possible?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?", you replied, focusing on the road. Five people in the rain, but one stays dry? You came to a halt at another red light. Rain, church, only one stays dry...

"One guy is dead!", you blurted out, "One is in a coffin"

"Correct!", your passenger exclaimed enthusiastically. "Another?"

"Fine.", you said, your voice barely more than a sigh, just as the light turned green.

"What is in seasons, seconds, minutes and centuries, but not in decades, years or days?"

That one admittedly took you a little longer to figure out, but you eventually did. "The letter N?"

"Yes!", he confirmed, splitting the word into two syllables. He was straight-up beaming by the time you pulled in front of the Iceberg Lounge Club.

"Thank you.", the passenger said politely when the car had come to a complete stop.

"That'll be 300$, mister uh... Mister what's-your-name?"

He chuckled and shot you a look out of the corner of his eye while opening the door. He stepped outside and came to your window, which you rolled down the tiniest bit.

"You can call me the Riddler", he said ominously, holding a finger up to his lips. "Shh."

You nodded briefly, your lips a tight line. "Well, Riddler, if you ever need a ride again, you know who to call. Company promises if you keep our secret, we'll keep yours.", you said and held out a hand for the payment.

"I will remember you.", he replied, looking into your eyes so deeply you wondered what he saw in you for a second.

Instead of handing you the money, Riddler just motioned to the back seat. You turned around and grabbed the envelope sitting on the seat and when you turned back to the window, he was gone. Quickly you checked the envelope with trembling hands. Yup, 300$ and a little extra. A small smile crept across your lips now. You had the gut feeling that you had not, in fact, seen the last of this guy.

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Sub!Edward Nashton x Dom!Reader

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 2029

Warnings: Mommy petname (no mdlb though), pegging, light bondage, handjob, making out

Summary: After Eddie mentions wanting to be pegged in passing, reader decides to take the initiative and...provide that for him ;)

You and Eddie had been dating for a while, and already lived together. You had done some kinky stuff together, quickly figuring out that Eddie liked to be dominated. Today, however, you were going to kick it up a notch.

A few weeks ago, Eddie had joked about how work had been "fucking him in the ass" lately and you joked about how that should be your job. You didn't mean anything serious by it but he had gone quiet, looking up at you to say "Would you?"

"Huh?"

"Would you um...be into that, I mean. Like...fucking my ass" He cringed at how lewd the end of the sentence was, but you could clearly see his cheeks tinted red. Wow, he was serious.

"I would definitely be into that. We should try it sometime." You responded with a wink. Later that night, ordering a strapon.

Well, it finally came and after trying it on and seeing that it all fit right, you made a plan.

The second you heard the key turning in the lock, indicating that your boyfriend was home, you ran over.

"Hi honey, I-"

You slammed your lips into his, cutting his sentence off as you cradled his face. Instantly, he started kissing back, pent up from the stress work had given him today.

You hummed in response to his immediate submission, sucking his bottom lip between your own, bringing out a whimper from the taller man. Your hand snaked around the back of his head, lightly tugging on his hair until his head was pulled back to give you access to his jaw, which you quickly started sucking on.

"F-fuck! Y/n...oh GOD" he was so responsive, already bucking his hips into yours where you could feel him already starting to get hard. God, he was adorable. As you moved down to his neck, you slowly pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and down his arms, intertwining your fingers with his as it fell to the floor. His chest was pushing against yours over and over from his heavy breathing as you pinned his wrists to the door, licking up his Adam's apple at the same time.

"Baby...oh my god...I can't..." He moaned out, his glasses quickly getting fogged up from his quick panting.

"Can't what, sweetheart?" You drew back, pulling him down to your height by his tie.

"I can't fucking think. You're so...god I don't think I can last long" he admitted, his hands shaking as he brought them to your chest.

"Okay, well let's take a break and go to our room then, yeah?" You smirked, picking up his coat and other things he brought home and headed to your bedroom; him following you like a puppy.

Once you set everything down, you backed Eddie into the bed, pushing him down by his shoulder so he was sitting on the edge. While kissing his forehead, you started unbuttoning his shirt, taking notice of how much he was bulging through his pants.

"Can I...take this off?" he whispered, his fingertips grazing your skin from underneath your tanktop.

"Of course, sweetie" You smiled, letting him lift it up nervously. It was so cute how he always acted so timid despite you both having had sex and seen each other naked dozens of times by now. You couldn't get enough of him.

His eyes went wide once he lifted it higher at the sight of your nipples. You weren't wearing a bra cause...well...you'd been home for a few hours and who the fuck where's a bra at home.

Helping him take it off the rest of the way, you leaned back into him and his arms immediately went around your waist. His eyes not leaving your tits, you giggled.

"You can touch them, Eddie" his eyes lit up, removing one of his arms from around you to lift your tit to his mouth, sucking on the nipple and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned at the contact, looking down and realizing his glasses were still on and very much fogged up.

"Can I take your glasses off?" You asked softly, knowing how much he cared about them and not wanting to trigger anything.

Without stopping his sucking, he hummed 'mhm' which sent vibrations through your already sensitive nipple. You carefully took them off his face and set them down on the desk behind you, choosing to work on taking his belt off next.

"Good boy" you whispered, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from his pants as he whined in response to the pet name. You felt his hand hugged around you start pulling on the back of your skirt, clearly wanting it off. Understanding the signal, you turned around, noticing his whine at your tit leaving his mouth, and bent over as you slowly pulled the skirt down.

Once it was past your ass, you felt Eddie lick from your cunt to your ass over your panties. Whipping around, you lightly smacked his cheek (something he said he was into and you've done before), and pushed his chest so he was lying back on the bed.

"Did I give you permission to do that!?" you feigned anger, knowing he knew that as well but liked the roleplay.

"Mmmm... 'm sorry....I couldn't help it, you just looked so delicious" He whimpered out, his eyes glazed over with lust and essentially making the "🥺" face he knew you always gave in to.

"Alright. Well I don't believe you're gonna keep your hands to yourself because of how naughty you are. So I'll just make sure you do this time" Crawling up onto the bed, you pinned his hands up to the headrest, using the discarded belt to wrap between his wrists around one of the bars of the bedframe.

"Awww....Y/n pleaseeeee...I want to touch you!" he begged, his hands desperately to pull out of the restraint.

"Well, you should've thought about that before misbehaving, huh? Guess you'll just have to watch tonight." You grinned at him sadistically, following it up by licking from his abdomen, chest, neck, and up to his lips.

"FUCK...please...oh my god please!" He thrusted up involuntarily with need. Looking down, his bulge almost looked painful with how much it was straining against his pants.

Silently, you leant down, giving him hickeys all along his abdomen as you started to undo his pants, slowly pulling them off of him, leaving him in his underwear. The whole time, tears started rolling down his bright red cheeks, his mouth hanging agape with an attempt at a desperate plea for more that only came out as groans.

He looked so picturesque like this, you couldn't give in just yet. You wanted him completely at your mercy. So, you watched his reaction as you slowly licked up the underside of his cock through his underwear, pushing his legs up at the same time so you could wrap your arms around his thighs.

"AHHHH! PLEASE! Y/n please I'll do anything! Please!" His speech was starting to falter, clearly getting close despite you not even directly touching him yet. You had to stop to make sure he wouldn't cum too early. So, after pulling his underwear off, you walked over to the nightstand.

"Wh...what are you doing?" He tried peering over his arm at you, even though you could guess that he couldn't see anything at all without his glasses from that far.

"Eddie...remember a few weeks ago you said you'd like to try pegging? Well, I got a strapon now, would tonight be a good night? We don't have to tonight, or ever for that matter, we can continue what we were doing either way." You sauntered over to him with the harness in place, close enough til he could see it.

His cheeks somehow seemed to get even more red as he drew his bottom lip into his mouth before nodding his head.

"I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. We aren't doing this otherwise."

"Ye...yeah. I want it. Please fuck me already, pleaseeeee!" He whined out, bucking into the air for good measure.

Laughing at his urgency, you picked up a bottle of lube and grabbed a pillow from the side of the bed, making your way back around. You had already fingered his ass before and he was good at communicating when to stop or slow down and you had a safeword, so you weren't worried.

Crawling up the bed, you lifted his hips up and put the pillow underneath him to prop up his ass for you. Deciding to tease him a bit, you poured a line of lube down his cock, some of it dripping from his tip onto his stomach which made him whine again. Kissing his leg, you pulled both of them up onto your shoulders as you wrapped your hand around his cock to spread the lube around, making him moan even harder.

The lube still on your fingers, you slowly pushed one of them into his ass, letting his leg fall from your shoulder. Once the second one was in, he threw his head back and groaned in a way that sent tingles right down to your core. His groaning only grew louder as you pushed a third one in, curling them up to push against his gspot and seeing him tense up. Pulling them out quickly, he reacted almost instantly.

"NO! PLEASE I NEED YOU! I'M SO CLOSE Y/N"

Leaning your head against the knee still propped on your shoulder, you just smiled. "I know baby, that's why I pulled out. You don't get to cum quite yet."

Listening to his continuous pleading as background noise, you worked on lubing up the strap and surprised him by teasing his hole with it. That finally shut him right up. Not that his pleading wasn't angelic of course.

"Are you ready, baby?" You kept still, taking in the disheveled mess he was for you.

"Yes, please, I can't take it anymore jus- AHH" he moaned so loudly you were almost worried you hurt him. But no, he was thrusting helplessly against you, trying to get you to go deeper, so you did.

Pushing in all the way to the base, you listened to his array of pleads and started slowly fucking him, taking his cock in your hand to start pumping at the same time.

"OH GOD MOMMY! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE!"

"What? What did you just call me?" You stopped fucking him, shocked at the new pet name, but quite delighted.

"I'm...I'm sorry! I said mommy...is that okay?" He looked down at you, barely even registering his own words through his lust.

"Of course, baby, of course. What would you like mommy to do?" You smirked, loving how submissive he was now.

"Just keep fucking me, please, I need it so bad mommy"

You went back to jacking him and pushing into him, albeit slowly since you wanted to edge him a bit.

"PLEASE! MOMMY GO FASTER. HARDER. ANYTHING!" He almost shouted at you.

Finally giving in, you did just that, pressing your thumb over the top of his dick as your hand slid up and down it, and turning on the vibration button on your strap with the other hand, a surprise you hadn't told him about, you fucked up into his gspot.

Within seconds, he came harder than you think you've ever seen him do all over his stomach. Him calling out mommy and moaning so loud you were sure the neighbors were going to complain, you slowly stopped your movement, pulling out and taking the strap off.

He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath coming back down from his high as you leaned up to kiss his lips deeply. You would clean up and get food and water for him soon, but first you just held him in your arms since you knew he loved that most.

"I love you, Y/n" his gaze was akin to a painting made my aphrodite herself, his eyelashes lidded with his pupils blown wide still.

"I love you too, Edward" You leaned into him, brushing the hair from his forehead to press a long kiss there.

#i have a huge fic im writing rn about eddie/riddler #but wanted to do some one shot smut to take a break #ill prob post the first chapter this weekend if anyones interested #been very fixated on this character #its not my fault im into every nerdy anti establishment guy thats good with computers ok #edward nashton #eddie nashton #riddler #paul dano #paul danos riddler #the batman #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler x y/n #riddler smut #nsft #edward nashton smut

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Fate - Edward Nygma x Villain!Reader

Edward Nygma has been imprisoned since being betrayed by The Batman, Gotham’s vigilante whom he thought was on his side. Six months into his life sentence, the dreaded reality that everything he dreamt of, everything he fought for, would be forgotten. That he would once again be invisible. However, unbeknownst to Edward, he has an admirer who hopes to see him continue his work, preferably from the other side of the cell.

WARNINGS: Prison setting. Mention of gun violence, death, and dead bodies. Sexual tension, but no smut.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is just a little thing I had floating around in my mind! I wanted to get it down in writing, so I hope you enjoy!

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     It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was never supposed to go this way. There was still so much work to be done, so much scum to unearth. And yet here he was, rotting away in a cell and wasting precious time.

    Edward sat silently on the cold cell floor, his cuffed wrists resting in his lap and his legs extended out in front of him. His head lolled from side to side as he rolled it against the concrete wall behind him, feeling the rotating chill from the stone spread across his scalp. A steel collar rested loosely around his neck and shoulders, too big to fit snugly around his neck but too small to slip out of.

    At this point Edward had memorized every inch of his cell; every crack in the stone, every mysterious stain, even the way the steel security door’s bolts rattled each time the entrance to his row opened and closed from nearly twelve cells away. It had been precisely five months, one week and five days since his arrest- and five months, one week and five days since his last cup of coffee.

    Everything had gone according to plan. The Batman did exactly as he was told, every last instruction perfectly executed just as The Riddler had desired. They were the perfect partners in crime, Edward had once thought. The flood wasn’t his big finale, it was just the beginning. Or it was meant to be the beginning.

    But here he was. And here he had been.

    He wondered what the aftermath had looked like. He wondered if the public knew his name by now- not The Riddler’s name, but Edward Nygma. He wondered if the corrupt shivered at the mention of his name out of fear they would be made the next example, if his supporters exchanged his name like a prayer to a God. Or, he wondered, perhaps he had been shut away in this concrete box to have his identity buried alongside his cause, to be forgotten.

    It can be made and it can be lost. It can be corrupted and it can be erased. It can survive anything, even the curses of time, so long as it is shared with another, and another, and another.

    Memory.

    The corners of Edward’s lips upturned into a half-hearted, crescent grin. 

    Suddenly, the bolts of his cell door rattled. His smile disappeared, his head ceased to loll from side to side, and his eyes locked watchfully on the door. Someone had entered the hall. For him? Unlikely, he hadn’t had visitors. It wasn’t mealtime.

    The silence that followed was suddenly broken by the shouting voices of guards, their words muffled through the steel but still recognizably admonishing. Edward shot to his feet and pressed himself firmly against the cell door, pressing his cuffed wrists to the cold metal alongside his ear. The guards’ shouts grew louder, their warnful tones becoming more panicked now as whoever had somehow gotten through the security system made their way down the hall. Gunshot after gunshot echoed through the door and Edward couldn’t help but flinch, bringing his hands up to his ears to shield them from the harsh noise.

    Bodies were falling. Thud. Thud. Edward’s hands slowly fell from his ears as he took a step away from the door. The intruder’s bodies, perhaps? No, the gunshots were slowing down. They were the guards’ bodies. A symphony of noise, of pure panic and chaos and the scent of gunpowder, erupted before him.The frantic footsteps of reinforcements padded past his door, but to no avail. The thudding continued, one after the other until finally, it stopped.

    Edward had slowly returned to his place against the back wall of his cell, leaning against the stone that felt as cold as ice against his fevered back. The silence was accompanied by the soft thumping of his heart and the quiet ringing in his ears, and footsteps.

    Casual, calculated, calm footsteps. 

    He listened intently, following the sound outside his door as whatever being somehow slipped past the most impenetrable prison’s security systems strolled down the hall. Closer, closer, passing his cell door, passing by, stopping. Edward’s palms grew clammy, from anxiety or excitement he wasn’t sure. The footsteps returned in his direction, slower this time, finally ceasing directly in front of his cell. A moment of silence passed before the sound of something heavy being dragged caught his ear, followed by a dull thunk against the door. The familiar, yet rare, beeping sound of the security fingerprint keypad echoed in his cell and he involuntarily sucked in a breath, still pressed against the cement wall opposite the door with his cuffed hands nervously clasped in fists at his waist.

    The steel door groaned metallically as it slid fully open for the first time in months, disappearing into the left side of the wall. Leaned against the wall was one of the dead security guards, a knife lodged deep between his eyebrows and his face locked in a lifeless expression of shock. His hand dropped from the hand scanner and onto his lap, and with the shift in weight he stiffly fell to the side, and into sight stepped a figure with an unfamiliar face.

    Before Edward stood a stranger, one dressed entirely in black. Over their head was a white mask, completely blank but for two crescent shaped eyes and an upturned grin. Along their waist was a belt fit securely with a dozen knives, each small and sharp and weightless in appearance. The figure stepped into the cell, staring intensely at Edward as they removed two dark gloves from their hands, their head tilted inquisitively to the side.

    “Here you are.”

    They, whoever this was, was looking for him. Him specifically. His eyes wandered over the figure���s body, their features- he didn’t know them. He was sure of it.

    “You…” Edward swallowed hard, as if trying to force his pounding heart from his throat back into his chest. “You know me?”

    “Know you?” The person stifled a laugh as they tucked their gloves into their waistband. Their voice was smooth like silk. It made the hairs on Edward’s neck stand on end. “Eddie, I’m your greatest admirer.” They softened their voice, bringing their palms to their heart in a sincere manner. After a pause they dropped their hands, turning on their heel to face the security guard’s corpse, still slumped over by the door. With a swift hand they plucked the knife from between his eyebrows, wiping the blood on his cheek before returning the clean blade to its place on their hip.

    Edward’s heart leapt back into his throat, choking him. “You know my… my name?” He croaked, his pale cheeks flushing as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

    The figure stepped closer, their arms hung loosely by their sides and the crescent eyes of their mask boring holes into Edward’s. “Of course I do, Eddie. How could I not?” They giggled, crouching down in front of him with their hands on their knees. “We all know you. Everyone does.”

    Just then, something warm was ignited in Edward’s core. His eyes lit up as he stared back at the person in front of him, gazing into what little they could see of their actual eyes hidden behind the darkness of their mask. His lips parted as he struggled to find the words to say, a million exclamations and questions racing through his head, only for the chaos to be silenced as the person spoke again.

    “You’re a hero, Eddie. Gotham is on your side, always has been.” Edward could picture the grin behind their mask, he could hear it in their voice. “Those of us who want the city cleaned up properly, anyway.” They reached out then, both hands cupping Edward’s cheeks as their thumbs gently rubbed against his skin. “You’ve started a rebellion.”

    The corner’s of Edward’s mouth twitched as the stranger’s words settled into him, becoming more and more real as they echoed in his mind. He wasn’t forgotten. It wasn’t all for nothing. Suddenly his smile faded as he fell back into reality, into this moment, staring into the eyes of a deadly stranger. “S-So you’re…”

    “Oh! How rude of me,” The stranger giggled, dropping their hands from Edward’s cheeks as they stood once more. With a careful hand they reached behind their head, unfastening the strap of their mask as the other hand grasped the base by their chin. In a single, swift moment they lifted the mask from their face, combing their fingers across their scalp as they gazed down at Edward, smiling. “Not a stranger anymore, then. No more secrets.”

    Their eyes were warm. Their smile was crooked and unnerving, and yet something about the unpredictable and unsafe aura they radiated made him feel…excited. This person, this beautiful stranger who had slaughtered several guards in this high-security prison only moments before, was here for him. Supported him, believed in him.

    They knew his name.

    “How’s about a riddle, Eddie?” They tilted their head curiously, tapping the edge of the mask they held in their hand. Edward nodded. “I’m a nightmare for some. For others, a savior I come. My hands are cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek. What am I?”

    Heat rose to Edward’s cheeks. A lovely riddle- a simple one, with an answer clear as day in his ingenious mind. But even still, this beautiful stranger in his presence spoke his language so poetically he thought he might have fallen in love right then and there.

    The corners of his lips upturned into a soft smile, eyes unblinking and locked into the other’s gaze. “Death.”

    The stranger grinned down at Edward, nodding. “A tricky thing. Messy, too. But necessary at times, wouldn’t you agree?” They questioned, reaching down to brush Edward’s disheveled fringe from his eyes. Edward nodded again.

    “Then…you’re here to-”

    “To bring you back.” They interjected, their knuckles softly grazing his cheekbone as their hand fell from his face. “The flood wasn’t the end, was it? With all of the filth rotting this city from the inside, even a wave that great couldn’t flush it all away. Surely you had more in store before you were…interrupted?”

    “I… I did. I wasn’t done, I’m not done,” Edward rambled out, shaking his head adamantly with his fists clenched in his lap. “The Batman, he… he betrayed me. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, everything was so perfect-”

    “I was hoping you’d say that.” The figure reached out to him again, trailing their fingertips softly along his jaw and to his chin, firmly grasping it between their thumb and forefinger and lifting his head to meet their piercing eyes once more. “There’s so much more for you, Eddie. You’re going to do great things.”

    Edward’s shoulders relaxed as he fell into the stranger’s gaze once more, and their grin stretched evermore. 

    “We’ll start with him.” They said, standing straight and taking a small step back. An outstretched hand beckoned Edward, offering him a chance to continue his work. “What do you say, Mr. Nygma?”

    With little hesitation Edward reached out, gently taking the hand of the stranger and pulling his frail body up from the ground of his cell. The stranger’s twisted grin faltered to a soft one, one full of gentle joy and pride. “Then let’s get started.”

    It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was never supposed to go this way. There was still so much work to be done, so much scum to unearth. Or perhaps it was meant to go this way from the very beginning. Perhaps it was all a part of his destiny- his fate. They were his fate.

    I wind ceaselessly to unchanging ends. I wind and wander, methods in my bends. My duty is to ferry you to the end, to bury you. I am fate.

    The Riddler’s work had only just begun.

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The Riddler/Edward Nashton (Batman)

Power — Edward Nashton x gn! reader

Soul Mates — Edward Nashton x gn! reader

Stalker — Edward Nashton x gn! detective! reader

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Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood)

Sinner — Eli Sunday x fem! reader

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Awkward Confessions — Timothy Klitz x fem! reader

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pls write anything for edward ily

using this as an excuse to post horny eddie headcanons >:3 (i love you too!!)

edward nashton x gn reader nsfw headcanons

amab reader inclusive !!

cw: pegging, power dynamics, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, jealousy, possessive behavior.

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♡ okay first off. its 3 inches soft, 5 inches hard, pink tip, very thick. stretches you out very nicely.

♡ frequently jerks off. (insert paul dano chronic masturbater image) he has to beat his meat at least a couple times a day. plus i think he'd wake up with morning wood constantly. he has to crank one out as quick as he can if he doesnt want to be late for work, or else hes going in public with a hard on. (he's done it before and it was agony. its your fault he was hard. what have you done)

♡ he would never tell a single soul what kind of porn he watches. but i will, because im the one writing this post

♡ hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys the idea of you pegging him if ya dont have the necessary bits. the first video he watched of someone absolutely railing a guys ass, he got so painfully hard in an instant. ended up not being able to keep himself quiet as he furiously stroked his throbbing dick while he clamped his hand over his mouth for some sort of noise control.

♡ the first time he tried to fuck his own ass was a challenge. yes, his fingers sufficed, they were long enough to reach the right spot, but he didnt know lube was necessary (inexperienced virgin moment) so he just stuck them in dry, and that along with the pain of stretching himself open made for an unpleasant insertion. but he eventually got the hang of it and shot a massive load all over his stomach in like three minutes.

♡ huge praise kink. i'd say he has more of a thing for being praised than degraded, although he likes both. nobody has said a kind word to him in his life, rarely even a simple "thank you". he needs you to tell him hes good, that hes doing so well taking your strap, devouring your cunt, sucking your cock- anything. he just wants to hear that hes doing a good job, and that someone thinks positively of him for once, in a non-sexual context as well.

♡ but he also enjoys when youre a little mean to him in the bedroom, of course. he fucking loves being manhandled, choked, slapped, spit on, or having his dick or ass used just for your pleasure.

♡ LOVES EATING PUSSY!!!! the taste, the smell, the slick and cum all over his face while he grinds against the mattress, getting off to your moans- its all so incredibly hot to him. he'll literally beg to eat you out.

♡ loves sucking dick too!!! he loves taking your cock as far down his throat as he can, usually ending up gagging on it, but hes trying his best. and you know, practice makes perfect, and god, does he love practicing on you. your groans as you push his head down further onto your dick is enough to make him cream his pants. loves when you cum all over his face!!!! he prefers tasting you though.

♡ will cum too fast if he doesnt control himself, and thats why he'll edge himself for as long as you need. the overstimulation from edging feels so fucking good to him, so he really doesnt mind at all if chasing your orgasm takes a while. he gets so drunk off fucking you, he could spend the entire day rutting into your slick warmth.

♡ he can simulate that fantasy by letting you cockwarm him all night, or while hes doing paperwork, or just when youre cuddling on the couch. he cant get enough of being inside of you, he always wants more.

♡ sometimes he'll have to pull out of you and squeeze the base of his cock while he takes slow breaths to stop himself from cumming, his bottom lip crushed painfully between his teeth as sweat drips from his forehead, eyes squeezed shut while he lets out several high pitched whimpers at every exhale. its a pretty sight.

♡ hes veryyy vocal. even if he tried to be quiet he cannot shut up to save his life. has to at least whisper frantic, slurred praises into your ear about how good you feel, how beautiful/handsome/amazing you are, and how you take his cock so well like your holes were made to fit him inside of you, like a puzzle piece- his way of putting it into words.

♡ you were the missing piece in his life for so long, being inside of you is the closest he'll ever get to becoming one with a devine being such as you. he truly does worship you.

♡ hes even louder when hes close, rambling about how bad he wants to fill your tight little hole with his cum, and how good you feel milking his cock.

♡ he loves to edge you as much as he does to himself. your desperate pleads and whines for release, the release that is in his power to take away from you, gives him a blissful feeling of control. he'll make you beg for him to keep fucking you with his fingers, stroking your dick- whatever it would be, he wants to hear you cry for him. he thinks youre so lovely when you cry.

♡ he can be mean about it too. sometimes he'll listen and keep pleasuring you, but goes agonizingly slow, just to hear you beg for it harder, faster, just to make your pretty eyes gloss over with tears. he'll just giggle at you looking so pathetic under him, the knowledge of the state you're in being because of what hes doing to you gets him so excited.

♡ wipes away your tears with his thumb while mockingly cooing about how he knows it hurts, but youre just not asking nice enough.

♡ it honestly just gives him a major power trip. he's like this more often when he's in his riddler getup. you know, the thing about being his true self under the mask, no shame, no limits, blah blah.

♡ not to say he cant be submissive when hes the riddler. because you can totally make him drop the scary, dominant act in like 2 seconds. hes not as tough as he feels in the costume.

♡ but if you let him indulge in his heightened ego he'll make sure you cant even stand up for a couple hours. he got too sillygoofy (wrecked ur guts with his dick) sorry

♡ he's so easy to turn on. it's he really just you being you that gets him so worked up. woke up to your sleepy, angelic self cuddled up next to him? horny. you gave him a hug that lingered for too long? horny. youre wearing his jacket that looks adorably big on you? MEGA HORNY.

♡ he just likes when you wear his clothes in general. he'll take any opportunity he can to offer you his clothes. he thinks you look really cute and hot in them and it gets him all flustered.

♡ he cant pick between chest, ass, or thighs. all of them are so good to him. his head between your thighs, or shoved in your chest with his tongue lapping at your nipples, or having his palm full of the plush flesh of your ass while he fucks you from behind- its all so heavenly to him.

♡ hes a tummy guy too. if you have a chubbier tummy he'll go SO nuts over it. he needs to squeeze your love handles or he'll die. he loves tummy rolls too!! he is GOING to drool over your body no matter what size or shape you are.

♡ speaking of your tummy, he likes having his hand on your stomach while he fucks you. its like a reminder of how deep inside of you he is. he loves having you full of him.

♡ loves the idea of breeding you and getting you pregnant, but if you cant, having you full of his cum is still his way of reassuring himself that you belong to him.

♡ hes very possessive when it comes to you. youre the one good thing hes ever had, and hes not letting you go. ever. and he lets you know that with the way he repeats the word "mine" like a mantra against your love bite covered neck.

♡ he gets extremely jealous easily, and the best way to make him feel better is to let him bury himself inside of you and mark up your body to alleviate his insecurities. he'll leave bruises and hickeys in very noticeable spots, and be like "oops, sorry 🥺" but hes absolutely not. he did it on purpose as his way of telling all of gotham "fuck you, theyre mine."

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oki doki im gonna stop there or this post is gonna be way too long . i have lots of Thoughts about this guy bfgdudhdh i hope this is like. good. or decent

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An Evening Coffee

pairing: Edward Nashton/gn!reader warnings: stalking, obsession, swearing, implied kidnapping? the riddler is just a silly goose word count: 1.0k

part one

synopsis: Edward's obsession only grows stronger the more you pull away from him. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ a/n: thank you for the love on the previous fic <;3 also don't forget my requests are open teehee ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

After Edward had left your apartment you were quick to draw all the curtains, triple checking that the front door was locked. To be extra safe, you heaved the coffee table in front of the door to barricade yourself in.

He knew where you lived.

The hairs on your arm stood up straight, alert. The air in your apartment weighed on your shoulders, unable to escape the feeling of dread that surrounded you. You drowned in fear. How did he know where you lived? Had he been here before? Was he still here now?

You didn't have a second of peace, your brain swarming with questions. Everything began to make sense. The feeling of being watched and followed, and of course, the card.

You wanted to move apartment, to run away and hide where he could never find you, but there was one small problem. Edward still had your laptop.

You stayed awake all night, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open. Caffeine and anxiety fuelled you as you stalked from room to room, unable to sit still, frantically checking that you were alone in the apartment. Was it even worth informing the police? You had no physical proof that Edward had done anything and the Gotham police were useless. They would just tell you, "we'll look into it," then you would never hear from them again.

The alarm from your phone blared in your ear. You don't remember falling asleep. You shot straight up, eyes snapping open as you scanned around your room. It was time for you to go to work.

Each time a customer came through the door a shiver ran down your spine, anticipating Edward's arrival. The night dragged. You anxiously stared at the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by all too slowly.

"Evening," Edward greeted you as he came through the door, the bell chiming behind him. You tried your best to keep a straight face, to keep the fear at bay.

"Evening."

He gently sets your laptop down on the counter. "I'll just have a coffee tonight," a kind smile adorned his lips as he spoke to you. How could he look you in the eyes and act like nothing was wrong? You couldn't help the shaking in your hands as your poured his coffee. "Well, I was able to get the virus off your laptop. Like you said, it was just something you got from a dodgy site."

You nodded, mumbling a thank you as your grabbed your laptop to put it away. Had Edward been the one to mess with your laptop? Part of you knew that would make sense, that is was the logical thing to think, but the way he looked at you almost had you convinced otherwise. Almost.

"You should be more careful, you know," Edward advised. "Try not to use those sites in the future. You never know what could happen. There's some dangerous people out there." His clear glasses gleamed in the light.

He wouldn't leave fast enough. Edward took his sweet time, sipping his coffee and scribbling his answers in a crossword puzzle. You watched him cautiously from across the diner, avoiding eye contact whenever he would glance your way. When Edward finally left, you let out a sigh of relief. A weight was lifted from your shoulders, not having to worry about him for the rest of your shift.

You scurried home, eager to get out of the dark and into the safety of your apartment. The illusion of safety, at least. Before you went to bed that night you messaged your manager, begging to be switched to the day shift. It would be too hard to find a new job on such short notice, so changing your shifts would be the quickest way to deter Edward. It was hard to fall asleep. No position seemed comfortable or safe. On your side, it left your back exposed, vulnerable to the world. You tossed and turned for the rest of the night, every little noise of the city waking you from your sleep.

You thought the switch to day shift kept Edward at bay. Aside from the feeling of being watched, you had not seen or heard from him. You asked your co-worker who took over the night shift if she had seen him, brown hair and clear frames, you described. Nothing.

Even your laptop was completely fine. The black screen and flashing question mark never appeared again but you still felt a level of unease using it, covering up your webcam with tape, just in case.

After a long day, all you wanted to do was rot in bed. One of your co-workers called out last minute, leaving you to cover them until someone else could come in. The rest of the evening you had spent running errands. Hauling all of your groceries onto the subway was no easy task.

You shuffled into your dark apartment, unable to flick on the light just yet as you carried your bags into the kitchen. They smacked onto the countertop with a loud thud. Your bedroom light was still on. Odd, you thought. You could've sworn you had turned it off. Electricity isn't cheap after all.

As you entered your bedroom, someone sprung out from the darkness, making you jump with fright. You hadn't spotted Edward in the corner, shrouded in the shadows. He towered over you, his eyes obscured by his glasses. You slowly backed away from him, until you were pressed up against the wall. He stood inches away from you.

"I missed you," Edward cooed. "You stopped working the night shift."

Your bottom lip trembled, fists balled against your sides as you stared up into his green eyes. Before you could utter a word, he spoke again.

"I just wanted to see you. You caught onto me hacking your laptop pretty quickly. You're a smart one." So he was the one who tampered with your computer.

"Please just leave me alone," your voice trembled as you spoke. For someone who used to seem so meek, Edward was making you shake with fear. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb running across your bottom lip. You swallowed. He leaned down, his face centimetres yours.

"Don't think you can get away from me that easily."

You were his.

#dano riddler #paul dano #paul dano x reader #the batman #the batman 2022 #the batman x reader #the riddler #the riddler x reader #edward nygma #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #eli sunday #eli sunday x reader #there will be blood #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #ruby sparks #dwayne hoover #little miss sunshine #fast food nation #klitz the girl next door #timothy klitz #jay #okja #jay okja

[killerlookz]

i had a dream where i had a rooftop balcony and i fell asleep stargazing while all cuddled up in blankets with someone 😭 would you be willing to write something about that with eddie? it'd be so cute 😭😭 especially if he's been pining for the reader for a long time

A/N: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER OMFG DSDSCCSCC new dream scenario omg <33 and this fits eddie so well i feel like he'd love to do this with someone. thank you sm for the request anon!

Stargazing (Edward Nashton x gn! reader)

description: on a hot night in Gotham the city decides a rolling blackout is necessary to conserve energy, mildly frightened by the idea of Gotham under complete darkness, you invite your best friend Edward over to keep you company.

content: lots of fluff! mutual pining, best friends to lovers, like reader and edward are so in love but also so oblivious it kind of hurts, slight fear of the dark?

word count: 4.4k

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A clear night in Gotham was a special rarity- in all your years of living in the city, you could maybe count on one hand all the times you'd seen a sky full of stars hanging over the skyline. The smog and the bright city lights had left you yearning to see what was beyond those dark, foggy skies. Of course, you could always travel a little while outside of Gotham- but you weren't exactly keen on making your way to the New Jersey shore just for some stars.

But tonight- tonight was different. In the thick of the city's summer heat, the City of Gotham had decided a rolling blackout was in order so as to not overwork the city's power grids with everyone's air conditioners at full blast. Though it wasn't exactly an ideal situation per-say, the heat was sweltering and the dense humidity made you feel like you were walking through a sauna rather than your own apartment.

While the city may have decided that a pitch-black night was what was best for the power grids, you on the other hand worried about what a city like Gotham would descend into under the cloak of complete darkness. Thinking forward you'd decided to invite a friend over to keep you company, you figured having an extra person so you weren't alone in the darkness would help ease your anxieties. It wasn't really a question who you'd ask to stay tonight, of course, it would be your best friend, Edward Nashton.

While Edward himself had said on more than one occasion that his physical capabilities were somewhat... lackluster, you could not imagine someone you'd feel safer with than him. And for that reason, he was the obvious choice. (And perhaps for some other reasons you weren't exactly ready to admit)

And now you're here playing board games, in this sweltering apartment, in the dark, with your best friend.

"It was Mrs. Peacock, in the dining room, with the revolver!" You said confidently, on your third game of 'Clue', which had been lit only by a few pumpkin-scented candles that sat on your coffee table.

"Are you sure?" Edward asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Yes. I am Edward. Don't make me second guess myself." You respond in a jokingly stern manner.

"Okay, shoot, check it." Edward urges.

You pick up the envelope containing the culprit of the crime, the murder weapon, and the crime scene on it. Slowly, your hand slips open the folder paper, building anticipation with each small movement. You reach your hand into the envelope and pull out three cards, making sure to keep them facing yourself so Edward didn't see in case your answer was incorrect.

Mrs. Peacock.... dining room... revolver.

"HAH!" You exclaim, turning around the cards and nearly shoving them in Edward's face. "I won!"

Edward chuckles at your bragging attempts and snatches the cards from your hands to look at them, he can't see too well in the dark.

"Seeee Edward, I woooon." You giggle

"You sure did." He nods as he puts the cards down on the game board. "Good job." He smiles.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth at Edward's praise and the two of you sit, just smiling at each other in silence for a split instant.

"Do you want to play again?" Edward asks, looking ready to pick up the cards once more.

"Not really," You shake your head, "I think three rounds of Clue is enough for one night."

"Alright, then what should we do?"

"Hmm..." You hum, trying to think of something to do, suddenly realizing how much of your life relied on having electricity to keep things moving, "God, how did people in like, the middle ages not die of bordem?" You sigh, getting up off the couch.

"They were probably too busy dying of the plague first," Edward says, rather matter of factly. His retort makes you giggle sligtly as you walk over to one of your windows.

Looking out, the skyline is barely visible- the whole city is caped in a deep, dark, black. You find it kind of eerie. You imagine that people who live in the country, or even the suburbs, might be used to this sort of darkness, and it makes you feel a bit silly for being creeped out by the utter lack of light in your line of vision.

But suddenly, your interest peaks upwards, your eyes shift up just a little, and you notice something equally as peculiar as a pitch-black Gotham, a sky dotted with stars. Bright, glowing specks hang everywhere above the darkened city. It's a spectacle that causes you to smile, living in a city often meant you missed out on a lot of beauty that the natural world had to offer.

"Eddie, come here, look!" You turn around and motion for Edward to move towards you. He moves off the couch, moving at a casual pace to come meet you where you're standing not too far away. You turn back around to continue to look out the window, and a few moments later you can feel Edward's presence behind you.

"Look at that, hm" He hums, "A starry night in Gotham."

"Isn't it nice, Eddie?" You say, backing up slightly so your back just barely leaned against his stomach, your head nearly resting on his chest. You could sort of feel Edward tense at the slight contact between the two of you, and in return, you go to move yourself up to give Edward his personal space. But then, you feel Edward's hand just lightly ghost over your arm, which gives you the ok to stay where you are.

"Yeah," He responds quietly, "Nice."

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, Edward's fingertips continue to caress your arm, ever-so-lightly that you can barely notice they're there. You wondered if his soft movements were deliberate or if it was mindless and he hadn't noticed he was doing anything. You settled that you'd really prefer the former, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was only just the latter.

You tilt your head back, so now the crown of your head is resting almost completely on Edward's chest. You can see some of his face from where you're looking. Mostly just the bottom of his chin, but you can see parts of his nose and eyes.

"We should go on the roof and stargaze." You suggested with a smile before turning around so you're looking at him straight forward. "I mean, when are we ever going to get such a clear night again?" Edward peers down at you,

"Yeah-yeah, sure." He nods. "Are you sure its not too hot outside?"

"Eddie, it's too hot in here." Both statements were true, but, at least outside there is wind and better air circulation.

"You're right."

"I'll go get some blankets that we can lay on." You state before your tone changes slightly, "It'll be- Oh Eddie, it'll be so romantic." You giggle.

"R-romantic?" He stutters.

"Of course, Edward, me, you, under the stars, alone, wrapped up in blankets." You say, feigning drama in your voice.

"You're uh- you're just joking, right?" He says a little nervously, his face slightly flushed with pink. You couldn't quite tell if he was flustered from what you said, if he was embarrassed for asking, or if it was from the heat. Either way, despite your remark being somewhat of a joke, his question made your heart sink, he was so oblivious to your affection that it hurt.

"Yeah. Of course, Eddie," You half-smile, nodding your head.

"Of course," Edward nodded back, pursing his lips so they formed a straight line.

"I'll be right back." You say, before scurrying off to get some blankets. You roamed your apartment for a minute, trying not to accidentally bump into anything and injure yourself in the darkness. Eventually, you made your way to your small linens closet, where you grabbed a couple spare blankets, before heading back to Edward.

"Do you need help carrying those?" Asked Edward.

"No," You shook your head. "Can you just get the doors for me on your way out?"

Edward nodded, "Sure," and the two of you headed for the door. To be expected, the rest of the building was equally as dark as your apartment. You stepped out into the pitch black, unable to see virtually anything.

"Here." Said Edward before illuminating the hallway with the flashlight of his phone, "Now we can see." Even with the light from Edward's phone, the hallways were still eerily dark. Never since you had moved in had you ever seen the hallways not lit up. The dim light of Edward's phone against the peeling white paint of the walls made you feel like you were in a horror movie, which was almost more unnerving than no light at all.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, perhaps noticing your hesitance to step any further into the hallway.

"I'm fine- just a little creeped out that's all. I've never seen the building like this."

"Oh- um- h-here! Let me carry some of the blankets." Edward said, reaching out, you gave two of the three you had grabbed, which was enough to leave you with one free hand. Edward tossed them over his shoulder, and with his empty hand, he grabbed your empty hand. "Is this okay?" He asked, as his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Yeah- yeah. Thanks, Eddie," You can't help it when a large grin creeps up on your face in response to Edward holding your hand. His hand is warm, sort of clammy, but, you don't mind, it's hot everywhere anyways.

With Edward's hand firmly holding onto yours, you found yourself suddenly confident to make to journey up to the roof. You lived on one of the higher floors of the building, so the walk up the staircase wasn't the most treacherous, only a few flights. But, combined with the lack of air conditioning tonight you felt a little more winded than usual on your walk up.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you finally reached the top of the stairs. Edward untangled his hand from yours which, sort of disappointed you, despite him having to free up a hand so he could open the door. As the door to the roof swung open a reliving breeze blew past you, making you sigh contently at the slight reprieve from the unbearable heat from inside.

"After you," Edward said, holding the door for you to head outside.

You stepped onto the gravel roof of the building and noted that it wasn't that much cooler outside than inside, but, anything was better than being stuck in that boiling apartment. Edward soon followed suit, the light from his phone's flashlight still shining in front of you.

You took a few paces forward before deciding on a good place to settle down. You waved out the blanket and placed it down, noting that you would have to bring all the blankets to the laundromat sometime tomorrow after bringing them outside.

"Sit here," You urged Edward, and patted the spot next to where you'd settled on the blanket. Edward placed one of the blankets he had down beside you and sat on top of it.

"Do you want this one?" Edward said, stretching out his arms to present the third blanket in his hands.

"Not right now." You shake your head, "Maybe if it gets cooler later." Edward nods and places the spare blanket bunched up across his lap.

For a moment, in silence, you look off into the expanse, your eyes falling over each of the unlit buildings until-

"God, would you look at that." You rolled your eyes and pointed out into the distance. Amongst all of the darkened buildings was one that stood out, right in the middle of Gotham, a glowing spectacle on this black night- Wayne Tower. "Poor Bruce Wayne can't even go a few hours without his electricity like the rest of us."

"Good to see the Prince of Gotham is following in his father's footsteps of doing absolute jackshit for our city." Edward scoffed, his dry, sarcastic laugh caused you to gaze over towards him as he spoke.

Growing up in Gotham you'd come to loathe its upper class, despite it only being a small few, they held more money than most people living here would even know what to do with, and still, they'd never done anything to help deal with the growing decay of the city. You'd seen firsthand what the neglect of Gotham's higher-ups had done to the city, and it filled a certain rage in you. When you'd met Edward years ago, you quickly realized that same rage had filled him too, only worse.

"The amount of times I went without electricity growing up-and he doesn't even have to forego it for a few hours for the sake of the city's entire power grid. Gotham's officials really know how to play fair- let the average people suffer, the ones who have to wake up early and go to work tomorrow and can't afford to lose a night's sleep because of uncomfortable conditions, the ones who don't have enough money to just buy new groceries because the food in the fridge spoiled while it's power was gone the ones who- sorry-" Edward said, stopping himself midsentence when he clocked you staring over at him.

"No-no-it's okay Edward, you can continue," You nod, implying that he should go on with his rant, "You're cute when you're mad anyway." You admit. 'God can he finally take the hint?' You hope to yourself.

"You think so?" Edward asks as he tilts his head to look down at the ground, a soft grin on his face. No, he can't.

"Oh, come on Eddie," You smirk and push his shoulder lightly, "You know I think so."

"If you say so."

You sigh, a bit disappointed in your efforts to compliment Eddie, "Do you want to finish what you were saying before, Edward?"

"N-no, it's alright. Do you want to lay down and look at the stars now? You know, like we planned." Edward speaks somewhat hesitantly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Sure."

You lean back, extending out your legs so you were fully laying down. It wasn't horribly uncomfortable, the softness of the blanket definitely masked some of the harsh bumps of the gravel roof, but not completely. You didn't exactly mind since you weren't really expecting it to be comfortable.

Edward began to lay down himself, "You can... you can lay on me if you want if the ground is too uncomfortable," Edward suggested, though the way he spoke made you assume he was a little nervous to.

"Okay," You smile, a little overcome with joy that he'd made such a suggestion.

You inched yourself a few inches over until your body came into contact with Edward's. Then, slowly, you laid your head on his chest and rolled the rest of your body over so you were about half on top of him, one leg draped over his, and one arm thrown across his chest.

"Comfortable?" He asks, a little shakily.

"Mhm," You hum, completely in bliss.

"Do you mind if I put my arms around you?"

"Go ahead,"

Edward wrapped one arm around your back, and with his other, he met your hand on his chest and intertwined his fingers with yours before bringing your hand to his side so the two of you were now embracing each other.

"Told you this would be romantic Edward,"

"Yeah-yeah you did." You weren't able to see from where you lay, but Edward's face was a bright shade of pink, and he had a huge smile drawn across his lips.

It was warm, Edward was warm, you were warm, it was warm outside- you weren't bothered but you worried that Edward would, you worried that any moment now he'd say he was uncomfortable and that he wanted you off of him. You'd hate for this moment to be disturbed because, despite the heat, it was blissful. You'd always felt so at peace with Edward, so overcome with admiration and joy whenever he was around. Now was no different, maybe even better. Of course, you knew you felt that way because you loved Ed, he was your best friend, obviously, you loved him. But recently you had begun to wonder just what kind of love you had for him.

As the moments passed, the two of you lay quietly drenched in moonlight. You focused on each of Edward's breaths, in and out just waiting for a sudden disturbance that would ruin your peace. But no such disturbance came and you eased into your position with Edward, confident that you'd be there for a little while. You listened in on the commotion of the city below, despite the lack of light- Gotham had not gone to sleep. There was the faint sound of music and passing cars, an argument somewhere in the distance, and the slight wailing of a cop car. To your surprise, Gotham hadn't fallen into complete chaos under the veil of darkness- and you wondered what did you think was really going to happen? The lights go out and the whole city turns into The Purge?

"Can I tell you a riddle?" Edward asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Sure Eddie, I can't guarantee I can solve it though." You'd always enjoyed it when Edward tried out his riddles with you, he had a natural knack for puzzles.

"I'm sure you'll get it- okay, some say that it's blind, it can be unrequited or felt on both sides, it's hard to express but even harder to hide."

"Hmmm... some say that it's blind..." You begin to repeat the riddle quietly to yourself in an effort to figure it out. You rack your brain for a few moments, "oh... love?! Is it love?"

"Yeah," Edward nods, rubbing your arm gently with his free hand, a proud smile sits on his face when you tell him the correct answer. "It's love."

"When did you come up with that one?"

"Oh-uhh just now actually."

"Really?" You ask, surprised. "You got love on the brain Edward?" You tease.

Edward gives a simple, unreadable "Mmm" in response and it's nearly impossible to tell whether he is confirming or denying your question. There's a sudden loudness to the rhythmic beating in his chest in response to your question. You swear you can hear every nuance of his pumping blood- it sort of blew your mind to think the force keeping him alive was mere inches from you, thumping loudly in your ear. You probably could have fallen asleep right there to that comforting rhythm if you weren't trying so damn hard to stay awake and savor every moment you had in Edward's arms.

You realize that you'd been so focused on Edward you'd forgotten the reason that you came up here- to look at the stars. You couldn't even really see them from where you lie on your side. This was better though, you had to admit.

You untangle your hand from Edward's, slipping your fingers from his grasp. You trace the tips of your digits along Edward's stomach and up to his chest where your rest your hand next to your head. Edward's now free arm moves from his side and wraps around you in a tight embrace.

"This okay?" He asks.

"It's perfect." You smile, your cheek nuzzling into his chest as your mouth bends upwards.

"I like this- ya know." Edward says, his voice wavering slightly.

"I do too Eddie." You can't help but snuggle closer to Edward at his admission, you were glad he was enjoying this moment because you were ecstatic.

"I just- is this normal? For friends?"

"What do you mean Edward?" You lift your head up slightly and Edward's arms drop from around you as you raise your body to look at him, propping your upper half up with your hands.

"Well, you know, before you I never really had any friends- so I'm sure being close like this is normal for people who've been friends for such a long time but- sometimes I feel like I just really want to kiss you and I- I just don't think that is."

"So then kiss me, Edward." You say nearly instantly, almost cutting him off. Your face looms over him and you're looking him dead in the eyes, too dumbfounded to even form a complete thought in response to him further than that.

"What?" He blinks a few times rapidly.

"Edward, please kiss me." You nearly beg, his own confession only making you realize how needy for him you were. You feel like you've somehow lost consciousness as nearly all awareness of what's going on around you slips from your grasp completely. It's only him, that's the only thing on your mind. You're only narrowly aware of the heaving of your chest as your eyes trail from Edward's own, down the slope of his nose- to his lips which partly hang open. They look soft and sweet- but you need to know for sure, you want to feel your lips on his.

"C-come here."

In that instant you're lowering your head down to his until your lips connect in a chaste kiss. Despite your hunger, there is nothing salacious about the way your lips move against his, it's sweet, loving even- you feel nearly moved to tears. Edward's hand finds it's way to your cheek, his calloused fingertips brush against your soft skin. His palm alone takes up nearly half your face, and his fingers reach around to cradle the back of your head.

Despite Edward's lack of romantic experience, the kiss isn't awkward and he's able to find his footing quickly. Even if Edward was a 'bad' kisser you wouldn't have cared- this is all you could have ever wanted. Both your heart and your brain felt about ready to explode. You felt your chest tighten so hard you worried your ribs could puncture a lung. Your breaths only narrowly escaped your throat, but who needs to breathe anyways?

Edward's fingertips dig into the base of your skull and gently tug at the hair that lies beneath them. The small pull makes you whine softly into Edward's lips, it's not sexual- it's not a lewd sound that escapes from your mouth, but rather something else. It's something far needier, far more desperate and you find yourself pulling away from the kiss before you actually start to cry.

The two of you are breathing heavily as you look deeply into each other's eyes, well, what you can see of each other's eyes. Your mouths both slightly parted in waiting game of who will talk first- a spontaneous exclamation hangs on either of your tongues.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner Eddie?" You choke out.

"Why would I?" His voice is barely a whisper as his lip quivers and his hand begins to fall from your cheek as you sit yourself upright. "I mean- I've tried- it just- I couldn't. Not directly." he stifles out.

"Do you think you'll still want to kiss me? Now that you have..." You ask nervously, worried that perhaps this was just a one-time thing he wanted to get out of his system.

"Yes," He nods ferociously, "I want to kiss you as many times as you let me."

"If you were to kiss me that many times, I think your lips would go raw." You giggle, absolutely verklempt at Edward's admission.

"I wouldn't mind." He shook his head as he smiled wide with bewilderment.

"Then sit up and kiss me."

Edward followed suit, pushing himself up from the ground with his hands, and soon those very hands are on you. Each of your palms holds each other's cheeks as your lips meet for the second time. It's just as euphoric as it was the first time, and he's just as sweet. You smile hard into the kiss which nearly disrupts the steady pace at which your lips moved together. You felt something akin to how Tears for Fears' Head Over Heels sounds.

The two of you pull away almost simultaneously and as your lips leave Edward's and all contact is lost you suddenly become aware of how much the temperature outside has dropped. Goosebumps dot the skin of your bare arms as a cool breeze drifts past you, causing you to shiver.

"Chilly?" Edward asks,

"A little."

"Come here," Edward waved you forward, and in a sudden bout of confidence, placed his hands on your hips to pull you into his lap. Once you were settled between Edward's crossed legs, he reached an arm in front of you to grab the spare blanket, wrapping the plush fabric around both you and him. Both of Edward's arms then find themselves wrapped around your midsection, pulling you close to him. "Better?"

"Definitely." You lean your head backward so it rests on Edward's shoulder, and at the angle at which your head is tilted, you can finally do what you came here to do, look at the stars.

Thousands of heavenly bodies twinkled above you and you admired them from way afar.

"Some of those stars are so far away that the light you're seeing up there might actually be centuries old," Edward informed. He always had a habit of knowing a plethora of fun facts that he'd announce when he felt appropriate. You smiled, enjoying his little factoid.

"Really?" You ask, "It feels like they're so close."

"Mhm," Edward mumbles into the side of your neck before placing a soft kiss against your skin.

You sigh at the contact between Edward's lips and your neck and completely relax into his touch. Your head falls to the side and your heavy eyelids close, you're tired. Edward is humming quietly, creating a comforting vibration against your ear.

Slowly, but surely, the relief of sleep begins to wash over you.

-

"Hey, hey," You heard Edward say just above a whisper, slightly rocking your body back and forth. Your eyelids raise very lazily as consciousness begins to seep back into you.

"What?" You mumble, your sleep unwilling to leave your body.

"The power just went back on, let me take you inside to bed."

"Mmmkay," You raise your head off Edward's shoulder, "Can you stay the night?"

"Of course."

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[cannedbeefaroni]

March Of The Pigs: The Bad Touch Pt. 2 (Edward Nashton X Reader)

Part 1

Summary: You can't save Edward Nashton when the whole system is rigged against its patients. Desperate times call for desperate measures

Content: SMUT 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MEDICAL MALPRACTISE, MANIPULATION, POWER IMBALANCE (for those reasons, i consider this fic to be DUBCON), VIOLENCE, Reader and Edward have a bit of a role reversed Harley Quinn and Joker dynamic, Edward is described to struggle with hypersexuality and paraphilias (based on how the reader is described, they also have those issues), handjob, penetrative sex (not specified whether its anal or vaginal), exhibitionism (public sex), physical restraints, degradation

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours and is written to be entirely gender neutral.

(I'm sorry this is pretty short)

You were so fucking sick. Sick of yourself trying to assimilate into this corrupt, archaic environment, thinking you had any sort of power to be the change you wanted to see. You thought working at Arkham Asylum would give you the opportunity to help the outcasts and undesirables of society. It was stupid of you to assume that would ever be the case. All you achieved was becoming a pon in a system that only benefits the top 1%. There was no such thing as helping anybody, only imprisonment and torturous treatment, pretending to the rest of the world that something good was being done. You weren’t better, you realize how selfish you had become at the hands of this job. At this point, you weren’t even sure who was to blame: you, the given circumstances, or Edward Nashton. You knew what he was capable of, so it infuriated you seeing how small and weak he chose to become. Watching him be manhandled by guards on nearly a daily basis made you want to vomit. The worst of it had to be that one time you had the misfortune of seeing the nurses physically restrain him to the floor as they forced medication down his throat. You had a horrific epiphany that you never felt real empathy in your life until now. Knowing that for years you had seen all this occur and simply looked away, you hated yourself for it.

The day you had lost your job was the biggest relief of your life, but simultaneously the worst thing to ever happen. You’ll admit that it was probably unethical to perform sexual acts on your patient, but at a certain point you just stopped caring. You didn’t value working there anymore. You were able to engage with Edward inappropriately in three different sessions before you were found out, the last time being caught on camera in irrefutable evidence. 

The first time you met with him after the incident began, you were extremely cautious, aware that you had gotten overzealous the last time. Making sure to be as quiet as possible, you touched him again. He was even more eager this time about it, body shaking as he fucked your fist. Keeping your head down, you pretended that the interaction was purely professional. Your face stayed dead straight as your body internally screamed for relief. His tip turned red as precum pooled from his aching dick. You must have unintentionally leaned in closer, because you could feel his heavy breaths on your face as you kept your head down. Then he kissed you, catching you off guard. He leaned down, catching your lips with his, tilting his head to the side as his mouth dropped open, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He couldn’t hold you, since his hands were cuffed behind his back as per usual, but you didn’t pull away. You knew you should’ve pushed him away, but you just sat there, letting him make out with you as you unenthusiastically tugged on his dick. You felt miserable, knowing you were nothing but his therapist as he shot ropes of cum on your shirt, then it pooled over your hand. Near tears, he apologized profusely, but you insisted it was alright. You rushed to the bathroom after that session, desperately trying to wash your shirt in the sink, but you could only do so much, and ended up going the rest of the day in a soiled, damp shirt. 

During your last encounter with Edward, you were acutely aware that this arrangement couldn’t last much longer. You couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone knew what you were doing with him. Even though you felt your days were numbered, you decided against your better judgment to risk it all, going as far as possible. You put him inside you, and he didn’t stop you. Leaning back in his seat as far as his arms cuffed around the back would let him, you sat on his lap with his legs spread open, and you fucked him. He hissed viscerally behind you, tensing every muscle in his body as he resisted the urge to scream from the feeling of how mercilessly you viced him. Leaning forward, holding yourself up against the table, you rode his dick, and no matter how slow you went, the chair clanked against the floor. You hung your head, staring at your feet as you two desperately thrusted into each other. His tip prodded deep inside you, feeling as if every organ in your stomach was reacting to his penetration. Despite trying to keep the pace slow, he kept going faster, and you didn’t have the willpower to deny it. 

“You’re doing so well,” you praised him, for the first time in a genuine tone. You sounded disheveled and breathless. 

“You’re a shitty fucking therapist,” he chuckles cruelly. Head spinning back, you glare at him, eyes glossed over. That was probably your biggest mistake. Looking him desperately in the eyes as he degraded you so viciously. There was never a point in your life where you came that hard. It was almost numbing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming out in pure ecstasy. Soon after he came inside, filling you up so much it was dripping down your legs when you stood up. 

“I’m sorry, Edward. I’ll make things right, I promise,” you said as the session finished, and you dressed the two of you back up before leaving, allowing the guards to take him back to his cell. 

Soon after you were called into your boss’ office. You didn’t need to go to know you were fired, but you did anyway. It was probably the most humiliating moment of your life, but on the plus side, they’d keep this incident a secret.Apparently what you had done was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in the history of the asylum. It seemed they cared more about a public image than morality. You were told to never speak of it and move on. Somehow, that outcome was even worse than you expected. The truth was finally revealed to you: that there was no saving this abomination. There was no guilt or questioning what you were about to do. 

It was disgustingly simple, sneaking into places you didn’t belong, stealing a ring of keys from an unsuspecting guard, and just playing a guessing game of which one would unlock the button in the control room that would unlock all of the cells. The guards were all underpaid and undertrained, making the simple act of carrying out the plan right under their noses a breeze. One of them asked what you were doing, but all you had to do was flash your ID, which you hadn’t turned in like you were just told to. 

The moment the cover was lifted and the button was hit, you had mere minutes to carry out the rest of your plan as the emergency sirens blared. You were free to find Edward’s cell. Just like all the others, his cell door was wide open, and he was standing in the doorway, confused and scared. You run straight towards him, almost knocking him over as you collide. He tries to protest, stuttering as you grab his hands and bolt down the corridor, taking him with you. Finding a fire extinguisher on a wall, you smashed the glass with your fist and hauled it into your arms, slowing down, allowing security to catch up, but you swung it around, hitting one of them in the stomach with intense force. You and Edward continued your escape as you located any room with windows that weren’t barred in. Finding the office you were just fired in, the door was left wide open, so you ran in and threw the fire extinguisher through the window. 

This was the worst possible escape route, as the window led to a steep drop into the ocean. It probably wouldn’t kill you, but you didn’t have an option as you only had mere seconds to act before the two of you would be apprehended. Edward was petrified, but didn’t hesitate when you grabbed him, throwing him out the window, as well as yourself. 

It felt like you had died. The only feeling in your body was how cold it was, but the moment you realized you weren’t getting air, your survival instincts reacted, and you started moving again, peaking your head from the murky water before you could drown. Red flashing lights were reflecting in the pitch black water of the harbor. You could feel something brush along your leg, and your heart sunk when you realized it was Edward, still underwater. You dived in, reaching for him until you finally got a grasp on the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him up, his face peaked into the air, and for a moment he was completely still. You shook him as hard as you could, even slapping his face to wake him up, then he started hacking and coughing violently. His face was bleeding, and his glasses were missing entirely, leading you to assume they broke and cut him up. Holding onto him, you began swimming toward the nearest infrastructure in the water, needing something to hold onto so you wouldn’t drown from fatigue. Hiding in the water under the docks seemed like the safest option for now. 

Arkham was ignited with chaos as the freed inmates rampaged the island. Your head was so full of water you could barely hear the gunshots and violence occurring. You clung for dear life to a filthy algae covered wooden support. Edward was clinging to you, his head hinged on your shoulder. He was crying, and you didn’t know why it shocked you. You forced this upon him, now it was your responsibility to save him.

#danonation #danocel #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #edward nashton smut #the riddler x reader #riddler smut

[devilfic]

#✦✎: dc.

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✦: batman | battinson!bruce wayne

✎: series

where two are joined, relentlessly [completed] ↳ gotham city’s bound to discover it’s got a prized bachelor on its hands. selina kyle got it, you got it, and you’d quite like if it stopped there, thanks.

I. go, go, loverboy II. best-kept memories III. sick day IV. nameless V. ballroom blitz VI. favors for a friend VII. clean slate VIII. happy birthday, mr. wayne IX. from now on

right place, right time [ongoing] ↳ you took the hippocratic oath. you swore to help those in need. you didn’t sign up for a man crawling through your apartment window bleeding to death, but you’ve unfortunately seen worse.

I. right place, right time II. of niceties and awkward second meetings III. the tower IV. the hierophant V. curiosity killed the cat VI. do you trust me? VII. twenty-one questions

honeymoon [ongoing] ↳ in a gamble to retake his place as ceo of wayne enterprises, bruce wayne is strong-armed into an arranged marriage with you.

you finding out his secret identity is only one of his problems at the moment.

I. honeymoon II. marriage bed III. on the clock

✎: one shots

got you ↳ the wayne family has a special kind of love language.

at the front steps ↳ eventually, the well will dry up. eventually, your patience will wear thin. eventually, you will leave him. of few things he was more certain. unfortunately, how much you loved him wasn’t one of them.

ghosts ↳ there’s a split second between dreaming and waking where the dream exists in the real world: the tender loss of a dream unrealized, and the relief of a nightmare severed. your nightmare is still clinging to you.

good grief ↳ you and batman have something special going on. obviously, people notice.

hard-knock life ↳ even with the riddler locked away in arkham, his followers manage to haunt bruce to this day. thankfully, you’re more than willing to help your fiancé tie up all his loose ends… even if they are a bit ridiculous. or four times the riddler’s followers make a threat on bruce’s life and the one time alfred shoots them for it.

nocturnal animal ↳ okay, maybe the caped crusader is a vampire. and maybe you just want to know what it would feel like for him to sink his teeth into you. it’s not weird.

✎: headcanons

bruce and reader’s mother/misc. headcanons [where two are joined, relentlessly universe]

love languages

bruce making a playlist for his partner

bruce with a gothic s/o

wedding headcanons with bruce wayne

sleeping headcanons with bruce wayne

✎: drabbles

bruce’s first family christmas with you and dick

reader with a villain mbti

dick finds out bruce is batman

bruce's diary [right place, right time]

bruce is a little stalker

✦: catwoman | selina kyle

✎: headcanons

jealous!selina kyle

✎: drabbles

secret admirer and roommate!selina

✦: the riddler | edward nashton

✎: series

boogeyman [hiatus] ↳ he is your shadow as much as you are his. one person, one reflection. you made a deal with the devil and this is the price you pay for redemption.

I. boogeyman II. no god in gotham

✎: one shots

first snow ↳ life wasn’t all pain, there was you. there was you.

✎: headcanons

young!edward nashton headcanons

#the batman masterlist #dc masterlist #the batman #dc #mjwrites

[summercourtship]

stay to burn (only to drown instead): chapter one: water to tread [part I]

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jonathan crane x reader; bruce wayne x reader; edward nashton x reader | warnings: canon typical violence, sexual themes | word count: 4218 words

DISCLAIMER: these chapters are not meant to be read alone. not every chapter has content for one of the three pairings listed. this is an ongoing fanfiction that I am cross-posting here on tumblr, not a series of one-shots.

The rain in Gotham was poison on your skin, more acid than water as it hit the city’s streets. It wasn’t doing anything to wash away the grime. Instead, it made it bubble to the surface like a toxic stew of dirt and blood. But you’d lived here for long enough that you were used to it and paid it no mind as you quickly walked home, trying to ignore your water logged shoes and pitifully wet socks. It was much later than you liked being out but your sleazy manager still scheduled you for late shifts despite you repeatedly telling him why you aren't comfortable walking home in the dark.

“Get some pepper spray and don’t flatter yourself.” He’d rolled his eyes when you’d tried explaining, raising his eyebrow as he gestured to your body. You didn’t bother telling him you already had a canister of pepper gel (it’s better than pepper spray) in your purse. And your backpack. And the inside pocket of your usual coat.

You also didn’t bother bringing up Gotham’s stupidly high crime rate and the statistics of violence in the city, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good. You didn’t want to push too hard and end up out in the rain, jobless and soon to be homeless when you wouldn’t be able to afford your rent. And then you’d lose your ability to continue your education, and everything would just keep spiraling downward along the same trajectory until you’re a drophead and trying to bum dollars off the clients outside the Iceberg Lounge.

All of that to say that you had to watch what you said around your boss because you needed your job.

Half of the time, you were able to find someone to cover the night shifts over at the 24/7 convenience store but every now and then they couldn’t (or wouldn’t). And sometimes you decided to just grin and bear it for the money. The shop was understaffed anyway and they made you feel like shit for not being able to work every waking second, even though you explained time and time again why you didn’t want to walk home after eight P.M.

But they thought it would be “special treatment” to only give you the shifts you wanted to work. Or they told you that with the extra money you made you could just order an Uber. But the prospect of getting into a random car was more nerve wracking than the idea of walking home alone at night. So you picked the lesser of two evils and walked.

So, that’s where you were at.

It was better, anyway, to brave the walk home than to be on a bus or in a cab by yourself. At least you could run if something bad happened to you out here. It felt like every other day now there was a bus or train jacking for some asinine reason and you really didn’t want to have to deal with that.

As you walked down the street, you subconsciously adjusted the hood of your rain jacket, but whether you were trying to hide your identity or shield yourself from the rain, it was futile.

Your face was dripping wet, and you were being watched.

You didn’t notice exactly when watching became following (always be aware of your surroundings, but there’s too much to be aware of in Gotham city that you’re bound to miss something), but soon enough you were more than aware of it. A hot itching feeling at the base of your neck started, sending a wave of heat and anxiety over you as you glanced in a passing window to confirm what your mind had been whispering at you.

Three men were following you.

One short and stocky, one tall and gangly. The third, middle one, being completely unremarkable- which is why he scared you the most of the three. It was always those ones who were the most dangerous.

When you stopped at an intersection for the crossing signal to turn in your favor, you glanced around you. Cars sped by, their tires disturbing the permanent puddles on the road. If you were attacked now, would anyone stop? Or would they chalk you up to another number in Gotham’s ever increasing violent crime statistic?

The men had stopped after you halfway down the block, keeping their distance behind you. You allowed yourself to, for a moment, entertain the notion that you were just being sensitive and jumpy. That nothing would happen and you'd get back to your wonderfully warm and horribly cramped apartment with a sigh of relief when you realize that your paranoia had gotten the best of you again.

But in this city, paranoia is akin to safety.

You spared another glance behind you, pretending like you were just checking out the closed lingerie store you had stopped next to while you were waiting for the crossing signal to change. They were leaning against the brick of the next shop down and goosebumps ran down your arms when you saw them looking your way. Really, they were leering and the way they did was enough to set off every alarm bell in your head. Adrenaline burned over your skin as your brain went into a quiet frenzy, trying to figure out how to get out of the situation as safely as possible.

Realistically, you had three options:

Option one: run. (but you must also consider the possibility of falling, being hit by a car if you didn’t look carefully enough, or still being overpowered by the men.)

Option two: fight back. (the option most likely to end with you dead, if you’re being honest with yourself.)

Option three: ??? (there was no option three.)

Turning back to the crosswalk you jolt forward as the little LED man giving you permission to cross the street flashed at you. You quickly crossed, not even checking the street to ensure cars had actually stopped coming. Being hit by a car was the least of your worries (at least they could pay off your student loans).

Sneaking another glance behind you as you rushed onto the other sidewalk, barely sidestepping a large puddle, your heart sunk in your chest when you saw the men start following you again, their dark eyes trained on you like a predator stalking its prey.

Without a second thought, you started running, pressing your way past all the other people walking home. You didn’t even apologize when you jostled them too much and they didn’t seem to care. Really, they barely paid you any mind, adopting the typical attitude of Gothamites: it’s none of my business; I didn’t see anything; I don’t want any trouble.

Always content to stand back and watch, never concerned enough to do anything about it.

You could feel rather than hear your socks squelching in your shoes as you ran through puddle after puddle. You twisted your body, sliding your backpack around to your front. If you could just get your pepper-gel out of your bag, maybe you’d have a chance of escaping this relatively unscathed. Shoving your hand into the front pocket, you fumbled around inside, not caring when your hair ties and period products fell onto the sidewalk. They are replaceable.

Finally, your hand wraps around the familiar canister, your thumb immediately turning it so it was ready to deploy. You should have done this from the moment you left the convenience store but you’d been so ready to leave and so tired that you trusted your luck a little too much.

You’re close to your apartment by now but you won’t risk leading them to your home- your sanctuary. Instead, you make the hasty decision to duck into an alleyway between a diner and a bike shop- both closed for the night. Pressing your back against the dirty brick, you breathe slowly, fighting against your body’s instinct to pant in exhaustion.

You knew that the men were still following you, and that they definitely saw you go into the alley- there were not enough people on this street to hide your movements. All you could do was wait for the light spilling into the alley from the street to be blocked.

You didn’t have to wait a long time- within thirty seconds the slow, wet stomps of boots on the sidewalk drifted into the alley. You held your arm out, desperately trying to keep your grip from wavering.

The second you saw one of the men, you pressed on the trigger of the pepper-gel, but clearly luck wasn’t on your side as it jammed just long enough for the man to rush towards you and knock it out of your hand. It sputtered as it landed in a puddle, useless and dead. The tiny canister hadn’t given you much hope, but even now that was dashed.

The shortest of the men shoved you against the wall, ripping your bag away from where you’d been holding it like a shield against your chest. He threw it to the one who knocked your pepper-gel out of your hand, who immediately began searching through its contents.

The short one slammed you against the wall again, knocking the wind out of your chest, bringing his knee up into your stomach before you could catch it again. You crumpled in on yourself, pulling out every ounce of strength you had to keep your feet steady on the ground. You’re brought back into reality when the tallest man comes behind you and holds you still against him. You lift your impossibly heavy head to stare at the short one, daring him to do what his sleazy smile was implying.

But the man only rears his hand back and punches you across the face.

Pain blossomed from the moment his knuckles met your cheek, an involuntary cry escaping your mouth along with a glob of spit. The man holding you readjusts his grip on you, his arms hooked under your armpits. As soon as you’re able to bring air back into your lungs you renew your struggle against his grip, trying desperately to jab your elbow against the sensitive flesh of his stomach or into his side. Anywhere that might cause him to release his hold on you.

You knock your head back, trying to look up into his face to see if he was bothered yet or if he still had that same self-satisfied grin on his face. But your eyes slip right past his grimy complexion.

Instead, through the sheets of water falling from the sky, through the lights of the buildings, your eyes focused on the clouds. Or rather, what was being projected onto them. It didn’t appear every night but tonight it seemed that somewhere, someone in Gotham needed him.

You certainly did.

“What’s this?” A rough voice broke your focus, wrenching your attention away from the signal in the sky. The one who’d been pawing through your bag held up two thick bundles of money, tied together with rubber bands. You closed your eyes, heart sinking, head dropping against the tall one’s chest.

“Shit!” The tall one laughed at the sight, his chest hitting your back with his boisterousness. But you know it's really not that much cash, maybe $350, certainly not enough to warrant the beating you’d already received. Singles and fives stack up quickly.

You wonder if they’ll be disappointed when they count it out and see it’s not even enough for a month’s rent in this city.

“Now what were you doing to get this?” The stocky one swept his gaze up and down your body, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch you too. “And how much for one night?”

You knew what he was insinuating, but in reality your boss was just shit at paying you everything you were owed on time. Every month or so you’d finally ask him about it and he’d just reach into the register and give you cash. Did it feel illegal, or at least extremely shady? Yes. But you needed the job and you were just getting what you were already due from your work. He’d be in more trouble if he withheld anymore from you than he already did.

“Give it back.” You struggled to get the words out, water and blood pooling on your lips. You tried to wiggle your way out of your captor’s grip again but he didn't let go.

“I don’t think so, whore.” He drops you to the ground, your hip hitting the concrete with a wet thud, landing in a questionably dirty puddle. He swiftly kicked you in the stomach, forcing a wheeze out of your lungs. You curled in on yourself.

The man was rearing up to kick you again, and you wondered if he’s actually aiming for your stomach. In a flash, you can see him missing and instead kicking your face in. You were so certain that this would be what was about to happen that you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst pain you would ever feel.

But the kick never comes.

Instead, you hear a deep thud followed by the obvious rustling and scuffing of boots on pavement. Then, the dull sound of punches landing on clothed skin, hushed threats spoken in a low voice.

The men aren’t laughing anymore.

“Go.” It’s not a familiar voice, certainly not any of the three men who’d attacked you. But it couldn’t be who you’re hoping it was, right?

Your bag lands beside you and from the sound of it, it was pitifully empty as the men ran away, almost splashing through the rain in their hurry to leave.

You open your eyes, blinking in the warm light of the streetlamp. You keep your gaze focused on the bricks, watching a soiled band-aid float across the puddle you were currently laying in. Gross.

Two black combat boots stepped into the circle of light, raindrops rolling off the leather onto the pavement.

So it was who you thought it was.

“You’re a bit late,” you cough, grimacing as you attempt to lift yourself. The man says nothing, which is about as much as you expected. You’d read all about him, the masked vigilante running around, trying to save Gotham.

You finally managed to push yourself into a seated position, your clothes now so thoroughly soaked you didn’t mind sitting in the puddle while you attempted to gather your thoughts. You don’t think you could actually stand right now anyway.

“They took my money.” You sighed, more to yourself than to him. “That was like, 30 hours of work.”

How the hell are you going to feed yourself for the next two weeks?

“You shouldn’t be out walking at this hour.”

You finally look up at him, the Batman, narrowing your eyes. Out of all the things he could say, he chose that? You don’t allow yourself to be starstruck, astounded by his overwhelming presence in front of you, instead choosing to be indignant about what he said. How removed from reality it was. You can’t read his expression, what with most of it covered by that mask of his. Maybe he regrets what he said, but it’s just as likely that he sees nothing wrong with it at all.

“I’m going home. I work late.”

Once again, he didn’t say anything, simply watching as you pulled yourself onto your feet. Your footing was shaky but you didn’t feel like you would keel over, at least not immediately. You could make it the few blocks to get back to your apartment.

Then your knee gave out from under you and you’re about to fall right back over when he steadied you with one gloved hand on your upper arm.

Your heart jumps in your chest, any annoyance that you had felt dissipating at his touch.

“Let me help you home.”

His voice cut through the silence between you. Wouldn’t it be nice to be escorted home by the man who saved Gotham on a regular basis? But a moment later your ears pick up the faint sound of a siren in the background and you shake your head, waking up from the awed stupor his presence had put you in.

“I think you’re needed elsewhere.” Bending down to pick up your soaked and empty bag, you gave him a soft smile. “That probably wasn’t for me.” You gesture to the signal in the sky, still projected onto the clouds. You’d always wondered who kept it lit, who decided when the Batman was needed and when he could stay in. As far as you knew, the crime of Gotham never ended. He was always needed.

“Thank you for the offer, though.” You stopped, frowning when you realized that only seconds after you’d finished speaking he had disappeared once again into the shadows.

The rest of your walk home saw your thoughts preoccupied, almost getting hit by a black sedan you’re so distracted.

The Batman had saved you. You! Somebody whose body, if it ever became just a body with no life in it, would’ve barely made a line on the fifth page in the next day’s news.

You moved like a zombie, ambling and slow, through the streets, only waking up from your daze when you arrived at your building. Old bricks with moss clinging on them towered above you, the buzzing light above the main entrance flickering.

Your apartment itself was small, sandwiched in the middle of a hundred year old building that showed its age in the worst ways. The apartment had clearly been renovated at some point to give the main space a more open floor plan, but aside from that it was pretty much exactly as it had been when it was built. Uneven door frames, cracked window panes, creaky floors. But it was your home, your safe haven in this godforsaken city.

Thrusting open the door with a decidedly unladylike grunt (your key got stuck half of the time), you threw your keys on the counter and your bag onto the floor. To your right when you entered was your kitchen, which consisted of nothing more than a few counters in the corner of the main room, complete with a stove in the middle and a fridge on the end of the row. A few nondescript magnets held papers on the fridge- grocery lists, greeting cards, your schedule, a brochure from the Gotham Museum of Fine Art.

You immediately made a beeline for your kettle, filling it with water and perching it back on the stove. In the back of the cupboard is a dusty Bella Reál campaign mug that you should really throw away but can’t bring yourself to. You don’t pick it though, instead pulling out an old Christmas mug. Turning and rummaging through your pantry cabinet, you pull out a well-worn box of Sleepy Time Tea that had been your saving grace this past year.

“God, I wish I was you.” You murmured to the tiny bear on the packet before ripping it open and throwing it into the Christmas mug.

It’s almost November. Close enough. (And you broke your only Halloween mug last week.)

As you waited for the kettle to boil, you moved to the section of the room that you have designated as your living room and office space. Against one wall was a desk with your laptop still open on it, various textbooks, and random documents scattered on its worn surface. Directly next to it (at an uncomfortably close distance, sometimes) was your TV stand with the world’s smallest TV sitting off-center. More books were stacked next to it, ranging from history textbooks to self-indulgent paperback romances. Barely six feet from the TV stand was your couch, and just behind that, with barely any walking room, was a sliding glass door.

You glanced outside the windowed door to your balcony- which was a glorified fire escape, really- and almost shrieked when you noticed a large black silhouette. Heart racing, you yanked open the door, grunting as sticks slightly in the middle. Mustering the most of your strength, you heaved it the rest of the way open.

“How did you find me?” You asked immediately, not stepping away from the doorframe, from the comfort of your warm apartment.

“I have my ways.” The Batman was mostly hidden in the shadows, only the light reflecting off the tiny droplets that had collected on his suit differentiating him from the darkness.

“That didn’t answer my question.” Really, it only raised more. But he didn’t say anything else, so you just sighed and crossed your arms, wincing as the movement sent pain across your skin. “Why are you here?”

Typically, you wouldn’t be this standoffish, even with strange vigilantes that showed up unannounced on your doorstep. But you were tired and had had a rough night- you could say with confidence that it was one of the roughest you’d ever had. Honestly, you just wanted to curl under your duvet and take a nap for three days.

You raised your eyebrows at him, daring him to be the next to break the silence before you realized that he was holding something out to you. It took another second for you to recognize what it was.

Money.

It was crumpled and it was wet but it was money.

“Is… is that mine?” You reach out to take it from him, but he doesn’t let go of it yet. You’re tethered to him, connected by a wad of damp and dirty cash. But you can’t let go of it, you can’t risk him leaving and taking your hard-earned money with him (though you doubt he would do that, given that it's yours).

“What did you do for it?” His voice is quiet in the night air, barely audible over the rainfall and whoosh of cars five stories down below. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again.

“Honest work, I swear.” You looked up into his eyes, almost glowing in their darkness, hidden being the mask and a layer of dark paint. You wondered, in the event you ever saw him again, if you would be able to tell what color they were. “A 24/7 corner store, the one on Swift and Broad. My boss just… sucks at paying me.” On time or at all.

He released his hold on the money. You immediately draw your hand back into your personal bubble, cradling the bundle of cash against your chest as if it will disappear again. Who knows, maybe one of those insane city pigeons would swoop down from the sky and snatch it from you to use in their nest.

“Thank you.” You broke eye contact with him, looking at the bundle in your hands instead. “I’m sorry to have put you through this trouble. I’m sure there were plenty of other things to do tonight… Other crimes to stop and all.”

Ever since the Riddler’s murder spree last year, Gotham’s criminals really seemed to up the ante. Sure, before, there’d be a few weirdos every couple of years but now… now it seemed like everyone was trying to outdo one another. All vying for Batman’s attention.

If you weren’t so unnerved by it all, maybe you’d laugh. But instead, all you could wonder as each criminal was taken down and into custody… What now? Which nightmare would emerge from the shadows next?

“It was a slow night.”

“Well, I’m glad it was.” I would have been killed if you hadn’t found me.

“Clean your wounds before they get infected.”

“I will, don’t worry.” You both stand there for a few more moments, before the screech of your kettle breaks the silence. You turned to look into your apartment, sighing. “Do you want-”

But when you turn back to the balcony he’s gone, the droning of the rain suddenly deafening.

“-To come in.” You finish lamely, not even knowing what you would’ve done if he’d stayed and said yes. The mental image of him sitting in one of your mismatched chairs at the table was funny but incompatible with reality.

No, him leaving like this was better. You’d never see him again and would just remember the night where he saved you, perhaps think about it- reminisce, like a little old lady- when you saw him on the news.

You closed the door again, locking it and pulling the curtain closed. The familiar, anxiety-inducing smell of money wafts up to you and you put the roll on the small table by the sliding door, your makeshift kitchen table that saw more use as a catch-all table than as an eating surface.

When you count the money later, you may have noticed that there was more in the pile than you’d thought before. And you know for a fact that your boss would rather die than pay you more than what you were owed.

It seemed that Batman was more generous than he came across.

Sighing, you pushed aside the extra amount (almost $200 of extra amount), deciding that if you ever ran into him again, you’d make him take it back.

After all, you were beginning to suspect he hadn’t tracked down the thieves in the first place.

part two

#Cross-posting this over here now! #stbotdi #jonathan crane x reader #batman x reader #scarecrow x reader #batman fanfiction #jonathan crane #bruce wayne x reader

[imagine--if]

I have been wondering who Riddler’s girl partner was, being who told the police that she had seen them go into the café. His plan necessitated his capture at that point, and I highly doubt he would have left things up to chance — no, she will be important.

A/N: That's such a relevant point and I can totally work with it 💚This was so fun to write haha it's getting me back into doing stuff for The Batman againnnn 😁 enjoy reading!! And let me know if you like the new imagine blog post layout thingy (I do 😏)

Wordcount: 716

"Lieutenant, we got a witness here, says she saw someone coming down the fire escape right after the shot. She said he went into the corner diner. The guy's sitting by himself at the counter, right now."

You blink up in faux worry at the policeman, who nods at you with a stern but thankful look.

"Thank you, miss. You should go home, where it's safe."

You nod, backing away from him, as he rushes off to get the rest of his team. Police cars start pulling up outside the diner you've come to time and time again, never a hotspot for trouble and the flashes of angry red and blue reflecting in its long windows now. GCPD stream out of their cars, guns held firm in their hands, as they shuffle around the building and hesitate at the entrance. In the midst of the chaos, a shadowed, jet-black dramatic figure appears, cold eyes boring through the glass of the diner and to the quiet man in the warm navy coat, sitting peacefully indoors.

The peace is sliced through as Martinez kicks open the door, his gun entering the place before he steps in, voice loud and demanding.

"Police! Hands up!"

But the man takes his time, his gentle grip flicking and working expertly on a symbol in his drink, calmly, patiently. You smile softly in the darkness of the opposite street, looking past the heads of police and cars to watch the familiar figure work his magic so naturally. It could only ever be natural to Edward Nashton, and it was something you were so used to, but still so amazed to seeing every day, for a time that seemed like so long, but must only be a few months. You could make out his face even though you couldn't see it properly; a small, nervous smile quirking up his lips ever so slightly, his round face boyish and youthful as it turned to take in the sight of uniformed apprehenders, glaring at him as if he was the pig, an unfeeling psychopath with no story good enough to make up for what he did.

But you knew.

He blinked up at them in a mirror-like way to how you stared up at that policeman, curious and innocent, with that glimmer of something more, darker and dangerous and oh-so-clever, in those murky green hues.

And though you couldn't hear what they were saying, you whispered it anyway, gazing at the sight with a shiver of adrenaline and love and nerves and a barrel of other emotions you couldn't stop to identify.

"He just ordered a slice of pumpkin pie."

Martinez lunges forward in the diner, slamming down The Riddler with a hateful force, two other men rushing to help, rifling through his pockets, yanking out the IDs and demanding an explanation that was left unanswered. And as they worked, guns raised and eyes glaring daggers, Edward's own stare flicked suddenly from the scene to you, barely visible in the drowsy streetlight at the end of the road you lingered at.

Even from there, you could read those eyes, soft and sweet and obsessively adoring, no matter the situation, And he smiled, smiled wide and prettily, ogling for your admiration, your approval. For you to tell him that you're proud of him, that you're in this together, that you can still see him because he's not invisible now, and he never will be. That he matters, and he matters to you.

All this is said unspoken, in one loving, long glance, and then he's ripped off the counter, shoved to the cars, the crowd of police following suit, along with the infamous Batman, who catches his gaze and returns it with one of coolness and intense indifference.

You let out a breath you don't realise you've been holding as he's driven away, leaning back against e concrete wall behind you, and roll your eyes to yourself with a knowing smirk. Now would come the stream all set up and ready for them to find, and then to rake their brains over when The Riddler's 'pretty little mystery' was mentioned near the end, in the midst of the retribution, and his followers would flood the chat with crazed hearts and impatient comments, ready for the real change.

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