#Ed Nashton x reader

[nxtaliaistyping]

more pegging eddie? im going insane here

More of The Riddler getting pegged <3

Authors note: kinda part two to my first piece about Eddie getting pegged, man I just love him

18+ nsfw, fem reader, still reluctant sub!eddie (but this time more whorish)

Ever since you’d pegged Edward for the first time, it was all you could truly think about. Even when you both were in the throes of passion, your mind couldn’t help but wander to when you had him twitching and moaning on his back with your fake cock crammed inside his little hole. The way he seemed to let go of his inhibitions, if only for a few precious moments, and surrender himself to pleasure really was a sight to behold.

Little did you know Edward was thinking of the exact same thing…not that he’d tell you of course. Telling you would be admitting weakness (in his mind anyway), after all it’s not like he really cares or anything…it’s not like it’s the best and safest he’s ever felt with anyone…

For totally completely unrelated reasons, when you sneakily bring up the notion again after having climbed onto his lap when you sensed his stress levels at an all time high, he ‘reluctantly’ accepts your offer.

“Fine…only because I fear my brilliant mind is a tad bit overworked as of late, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the proper domination with the eloquent word play that you’re used to from a man of my calibre.”

This time you manage to get him on his hands and knees, and the pretty blush on his cheeks is worth the insults he hurls at you in his desperate embarrassment.

“Happy? God I’m getting you back for this, as if I’d allow myself to be utterly humiliated by the likes of a simpleton like you-“

The cold sensation of lube being poured onto his ass makes him gasp involuntarily, before you take a finger and circle his rim.

“You were saying Eddie?”

Reluctantly he closes his mouth as he relaxes his body, allowing you to sink a finger inside. He lets out a breathy sigh, and while you finger him open you see the lengths he goes to keep quiet.

“C’mon Eddie…let me hear you.”

Gritting his teeth, he looks over his shoulder to glare at you. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than that.”

Taking it as a challenge, you push a second one in and listen to him hiss. He bunches the blanket in his tight grip, but he keeps his mouth firmly pressed closed before you start to pump your fingers. In and out, in and out, before curling.

A breathy sigh escapes, but again he clamps his mouth closed. No matter how much you try and caress his prostate, he still maintains a choked silence.

Still, you know what you want, what you both want, so you roughly pull out your fingers, marvelling at his twitching hole. You lube up your fake cock, before tapping it against his entrance just to be a tease.

“Come on…” he says quietly, clearly trying to sound authoritative but failing miserably.

“Say please.”

He turns again to glare at you. “As if, now come on…fuck me.”

You grin, pushing the head of the dildo inside before pulling out, repeating the motion. “No Eddie, you’re gonna say please.”

He growls, closing his eyes for a moment to attempt to ignore the throbbing of his cock. But you never were one to give up, so you reach to tweak his nipples, eliciting a soft cry.

“Fuck…p-please? Did you hear me? Please…y-you bitc-“

A breathy whine escapes him as you push in, cutting off his insult successfully. The new angle means he feels every single inch sliding deep inside, his mouth hanging open.

Unlike last time, you waste no time in pulling out and pushing in over and over again, setting a steadily fast rhythm that has him gasping and growling into the sheets.

“Not…bad…fuck…”

You grin, tutting playfully. “Awe Eddie, I think you can do better.”

To punctuate your words, you deliver a particularly brutal thrust to his prostate, to which the most beautiful noise comes out of his throat.

“Fuck! It’s good…it’s good…more…”

Happy with his change in attitude, you keep going, even when you start to pant due to the exertion, his whines and moans help you power through.

Your hands settle on his slender hips, feeling the trembling flesh under your touch as you keep fucking him over and over again. You run them along to his waist, pulling him back into your thrusts for added intensity.

“t-too much…”

“Awe, can’t take it?” You say, the power getting to your head as you swear a bit of drool leaks from his lips.

“…n-no…I can.” He grits out, never one to back down from a challenge.

And you’re determined to test him, making sure to tweak his nipples again as you move inside of him, truly fucking his brains out.

Poor Eddie can’t think of anything at the moment. He was mentally calculating pi to a thousand digits earlier, doing his best to not focus on the blinding pleasure, but now he can just about remember that it starts with a 4.

And currently, his cock twitches with every thrust, begging for attention. He slinks his hand down, ready to pump his shaft until he spills, but you grab his wrist.

“Nuh uh Edward, you know you have to ask.”

He wants to bite at you, call you demeaning things and make you touch him, but all he can manage is a choked whimper in response. Annoyed, you slap his hip sharply and slow your thrusts, causing him to swallow his pride.

“Please…need…need you to touch my cock.” He manages to get out like the smart boy he is, and you delight in wrapping your fingers around him.

Jerking him in time with your thrusts succeeds in melting whatever brain he has left, as he almost wails at you to go faster, for more. You are slightly tempted to tease him more, but then he says with a high tone.

“Break me.”

Your cunt throbs viscously at that, so you do, thrusting as much as you can while flicking your wrist up and down his dripping dick. He moans like a paid whore, knuckles turning white as he grips the sheets tightly. He barely is able to gasp out a warning before he’s cumming all over the duvet and the sheets below him, body twitching and convulsing.

You try and pull out, but his hole tightens around you so much it makes you moan airily. When you finally ease the dildo out, he doesn’t move, just slumps more against the mattress. With a smile you undo the harness and crawl to lay next to him, moving his head so it rests on your chest.

“You alright?” You ask him, gently petting his red hair, wet with sweat.

He doesn’t respond verbally, merely nods as you can see his brain kicking back into gear. A blush dusts his cheeks, no doubt embarrassed at how wanton you made him seem. But the dull ache between his legs means it’s almost worth it…almost.

“I am most certainly getting you back for that.”

[zv5x]

Riddler who slowly hugs u tighter and tighter until you're whimpering and you can't breath or wriggle away before telling u that he knows u were trying to escape but that he doesn't blame you. Obviously you were being manipulated by that ex lover of yours. He was too merciful to let them off the hook that easily, and intends to rectify his mistake.

Of course he knew what those ropes on the floor stood for. He immediately knew you were attempting to escape. And on top of that, to see you fiddling with the door handle right as he makes his way in after a hard day of work...what a terrible thing to come home to, right angel? Of course the knew you were trying to leave him. Why wouldn't he? What, did you think he was stupid or something? Of course, you tell him no, that you could NEVER think that, and that he's the only remotely intelligent man in Gotham. But he doesn't believe you. Just look at those ropes on the floor. Clearly, the scum of the Earth still holds your tongue.

He gently, slowly, whispers their address into your ear, while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He traces kisses along the side of your head, while you try your damnedest to squirm away from him. He doesn't bother using the syringe to get you to sleep yet. He just wants a few more minutes like this with you. He just wants a few more minutes to tell you what he's going to do to everyone you ever loved, and what he'll do to you right after that. He'll play the event in his brain over and over again.

Enter their homes Hear their screams Come back home to you

The idea alone makes him feel just so…good. He could scream.

You could too, in fact.

[zxro-404]

Whole lot of nothing these days... have self ship art again

[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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[vveirdvvitch]

Look! I wrote a dirty little piece of fanfiction featuring Edward Nashton!

Edward Nashton X Fem!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, smut, fluff, porn with very little plot

Summary: Eddie does you a favor

Heaven Tonight

Edward trudges up the stairs to his apartment. It had been another torturous day at the office and he was looking forward to getting back to his real work. Cleansing the city would finally give him the satisfaction he had been seeking. Nothing would keep him from obtaining his goal to purge the rotten decay at the heart of Gotham.

He rounded the landing and began the climb up the last flight when a curious sight made him forget briefly about his plans for the evening. There you sat on the filthy hallway flooring in front of your apartment door which was across the hall from his own. He pauses at his door and watches as you tap away on your phone.

And then it happens. It had happened before and each time was a special gift Edward treasured. You lift your head up and smile at him.

The first time had been approximately 8 and a half months ago when you first moved in. He had been coming home from work and nearly ran into you when you headed down for more boxes.

“Whoops! Hey sorry neighbor!”, and that 1000 watt smile had him forgiving you instantly.

He didn’t mind accidentally receiving your mail. Now he knew your name. Now you would greet him with a warm smile and say, “Thanks Ed! I don’t know why the dang mailman keeps doing this.”

“Hey Edward!” Why you were always so friendly was beyond him. He turned it over and over in his mind. Was it a trick? Were you stupid? Were you perhaps the only genuinely kind person in all of Gotham?

Ed gave you a timid tight-lipped smile, “hey, what are you doing down there?”

“Oh you know, trying to get a hold of my sister who is far too busy with her new girlfriend to care about what I’m doing, as well as our good for nothing landlord.” You paused and gave him a quizzical look, “Well, I don’t know our landlord's dating status just that he can’t be bothered to answer.”

It was Edward’s turn now to look puzzled. You pointed behind yourself towards the door, “Key broke off. I can’t get in.”

He nodded and gently huffed, “Ah!”

“So I’m down here until someone either responds or I get desperate enough to call some weirdo who decided to become a locksmith.”

The wheels of his mind clicked into motion. He could probably solve this for you with his pliers and his lock picks, but he couldn’t be sure if you would react negatively or positively. Who has a set of lock picks at the ready? Definitely a creep.

He didn’t want to freak you out and he couldn’t let you sit here in the hallway by yourself. There was no telling what kind of degenerates occupied this building. He looked to his door, key in hand.

“Um,” Edward swallowed thickly, “you could wait inside with me.”

The lock clicked and the knob turned. The wheels spun up again. Dread fell upon his shoulders like a sodden cloak. He couldn’t let you inside! One step and you would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was, in fact, a creep. A psycho. Ed-weird. His heart pounded in his chest. Sweat threatened to cover his whole body in a clammy sheen as every conceivable bad ending raced through his mind. You screaming in horror as you ran from him; You slapping him hard across the face in revulsion; You shrieking at him with unbridled rage, “let me out of here you psychopath!”

No, surely you would politely decline with another of your sweet candy smiles. Then he could suggest waiting at the diner on the corner while he took the time to vet locksmiths.

Just as he was pulling the door back towards himself you were up on your feet and pushing past him with a cheerful grin.

“Thanks Ed! I think my butt was falling…” you trail off as you truly begin to take in your surroundings. Newspaper clippings covered in large, red letters and threatening phrases paper most of the walls. Piles of ledgers, various tools, and unrecognizable contraptions litter every available surface. It all feels so surreal as you turn slowly looking for anything to give you an answer. This must be a dream. And if it is a dream, then you can do whatever you want to do.

Your gaze lands back on Edward. Still standing in the doorway looking like he might vomit or pass out. From his sudden pallor you guessed both. Your eyes make contact with each other. His big, murky green eyes full of panic pull at your heartstrings. A dream you tell yourself again.

Without too much thought, you let the words tumble out of your mouth. “Can you do me a favor Eddie?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion but he nods.

“If you’re gonna kill me, could you at least fuck me first?”

Panic bubbles in his chest as he chokes out a strangled, “What?”

“Well,” you glance about the room again, “this is kind of a textbook serial killer apartment,” your eyes connect once again with his, “And I am the kind of dumb girl who will follow a cute guy anywhere.”

Edward’s heart stops. The wheels of his mind screech to a halt. Cute. You think he’s cute. This was not a scenario he had considered.

His face softens as he finally closes the door behind him. You find the both of you slowly crossing the room towards each other. As if your feet have no intention. They follow some magnetic drum. Prisoners of their destination.

Until the two of you stand mere inches apart. Head tilted back to look him in the eye. Heart pounding your gaze darts between his eyes and lips. The pink tip of his tongue protrudes ever so slightly to wet those lips. Before you can think too much about it you push yourself up on your toes and smash your mouth inelegantly against his. The force pushes a small squeak from your throat.

The sound snaps Edward from his tether. His arms crush you to his chest, hands pawing at your back. His form is soft yet solid against you and his fervor elicits a soft moan from your now parted lips. He takes this as your sign to deepen the kiss and his tongue begins a passionate exploration of your mouth. His hunger and inexperience make his kisses feral.

Teeth click together. Tongues clash and lick. Saliva runs freely. Drool accumulates at the corners of your mouths. Edward walks forward pushing you back towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss. His apartment is small like yours and it isn’t long before you feel the mattress hit the backs of your calves. You fall backwards onto the mattress and stare up at him.

Edward allows himself a moment to take it all in. He feels compelled to burn the image into his memory. You splayed on his bed, eyes glassy, lips parted and panting. The spitting image of delicious prey.

Carefully, as though he is trying not to spook you, he climbs onto the bed and crawls up your body. His breath is warm on your face as he leans down once again to capture your lips with his own; However the new angle causes his glasses to slide down his nose and hit you in the face.

Any tension you may have had dissolves at his soft giggles. “Sorry,” He says as he folds his glasses carefully and places them on the nightstand.

His reach pulls up the fabric of his shirt just enough to reveal the smallest sliver of his tummy. You take the opportunity to snake your hand through the gap to feel the softness for yourself.

Edward tenses, almost pulling away. Your free hand goes to the back of his head. Threading your fingers through his soft downy hair, you guide him back down for another kiss. This time his lips are hesitant. The hand still under his shirt glides over his side to his back. You dance your fingertips over the smooth skin and knobs of his spine.

His eyes flutter closed. A slow whine pushes out of his nose as his body and lips melt back against yours. It isn’t long before you feel his fingers pull at the hem of your top, so you adjust yourself enough to pull the garment up and over your head, tossed to the side. Goosebumps form on your arms and chest as Edward gapes open-mouthed at you in your modest cotton bra.

“Your turn,” you almost whisper.

Edward takes a deep breath, steeling himself against his self-consciousness. He unbuttons his shirt just enough that he can pull it and the t-shirt underneath up and over his head. While he is distracted with his task you reach behind yourself, easily unclasping your undergarment. You add it to the growing heap of discarded clothes at the same time as Edward’s shirts. A sound like the combination of a groan and a whine squeezes from his throat. The cool air causes your sensitive peaks to tighten.

The sight sends Edward into a ravenous frenzy once again. His nose crashes into the flat of your sternum and his hands crawl up to the fleshy mounds now on either side of his head. His hands knead the soft tissue and fingertips dance around your ever hardening nipples as his tongue slides across your skin.

Wanton moans pour out of your mouth at the sudden cascade of attention to your breasts. More fuel for Edward’s fire. You writhe and sigh when his wet persistent tongue travels up the side of your breast and he takes the nipple into his mouth.

Equally perverse sounds bubble their way out of Edward, his mind peacefully blank as he suckles. Your legs are tangled together and he absent mindedly humps your thigh. His hardness easily felt through the thin fabric of his cheap slacks.

Your right hand returns to his dark blonde locks, fingers tightening and pulling him off of you with a soft pop when your nipple is pulled free of his lips. You gaze on his love drunk face with its wet puppy eyes and slackened jaw. Gently you guide him to the other breast. Edward resumes his devotions to your pleasure while you reach your free hand down towards his pants.

Your fingers pull clumsily at the latch on his belt. A frustrated grunt at your failure breaks Edward from his ministrations. He looks down to where your fingertips struggle and notices the small wet dot on the crotch of his pants. You’re going to think he’s a pervert. Panic grips him yet again, until he hears your voice husky with arousal.

“Take them off.” You lick your lips before adding, “please?”

His heart leaps into his throat and he finds himself wrenching his belt loose and scrambling out of his khakis faster than he thought possible. There is a moment's hesitation before he pulls down his boxer briefs. But then he sees you are squirming out of your own pants and panties all at once. And so his underwear joins its brethren on the floor.

Edward doesn’t have time to worry about the size of his cock or what it looks like bobbing up and down, leaking precum. He would worry but the distance between your knees keeps increasing. He feels like he is watching a time-lapse of an orchid blooming, the petals unfolding to reveal the true beauty within.

As you lean back on your elbows, legs bent at the knee and falling to either side, Edward stares hungrily; a starving man crawling across the desert on hands and knees. Your sweet cunt an overly ripe peach on the verge of decay, splitting at the seams with musky juices. The promise of satiety.

Edward has never committed this particular act before but the sirens’ song of your wet, pink pussy is simply too much to resist. His arms crawl beneath your legs and wrap around your thighs. Fingers gripping lest you change your mind, close your legs, and deny him what he now considers his singular goal.

You would never, of course. In this moment, your only desire is to give in to him. You’ll do anything if it means he will continue. You’ve never felt desired like this before. Like you are a benevolent goddess offering sustenance to your most loyal servant.

His gaze flits up to yours. With a small smile and nod you award him approval. Tentatively he presses his lips to your right thigh. First a chaste kiss. Then a light flick of tongue. A gentle nibble. Briefly his breath hits your sensitive throbbing sex but your torture is prolonged when you realize he is simply moving to do the same to your other thigh.

Desire coils within your pelvis. The ache overwhelms you, your need too great.

Your whines and moans fill Edward with a confidence he was unaware he could achieve without his mask. His breath is cool and sharp on your wetness as he comes to feast on you at last.

First, a chaste kiss. You throw your head back and shudder, amazed at how such a simple action could feel so electric. Then a light flick of tongue. Your elbows give way, landing you flat on the mattress. A gentle nibble. Your thighs clamp together to hold him hostage against you at the same time your hand flies to the back of his head.

“Ahhhhh! Eddie!!! Ahhhh!” You moan his name.

A beautiful woman is moaning his name.

The wheels in Edward’s mind begin to turn yet again. He cannot lose this. He needs to know how to recreate this result. He will master this puzzle. Unleashing his tongue to explore your folds, he begins to catalog every twitch and sound you make.

The flat of his tongue licking you like an ice cream cone draws a low moan. The pointed tip drawing circles around your clit cause you to buck and hiss. He kisses, sucks, and licks. You pant, shake, and writhe. He pulls your labia into his mouth. You growl and arch your back off the bed. He pushes his slick muscle into your aching hole. Your eyes go crossed as you whine and shiver.

It is impossible to tell how much time has passed. Every touch from Edward is electric pleasure. What started as sloppy-yet-eager has become a determined assault on your pulsing cunt. Your head lolls to the side and you can see him buried between your thighs, nose pressed to your clit. Sensation and image combine to launch you into ecstasy.

Your hips buck. Moans blur into growls blur into a purr. You feel your insides tighten and relax. Tighten and relax. A gush of fluid rushes into Edward’s mouth which he drinks gratefully.

Panting, he pulls back to look back up at you. His eyes glassy with lust and triumph. Face glistening with your release. Never have you seen something so erotic.

Your hands dart out and clutch his shoulders, “Eddie please, I need you. I need you in me.”

Edward pushes a sharp breath out of his nose. This is it. Jaw clenched, he reaches for his bedside table and pulls a condom from the top drawer. Not that he had many lovers, just that sometimes economy of cleanup during certain solo activities was tantamount.

With shaking fingers he rips the package open and tosses the wrapper away. He tries to steady his breathing and roll the condom on his turgid member. Lips pursed in concentration, eyes closed, Edward takes a deep grounding breath.

His absence is too much. You wiggle yourself closer to him and whisper seductively, “Please Edward.”

His eyes snap back open. His face set in determination he leans himself towards you. Propping himself on up his elbows over you. You simply can’t take it any longer. Before he can make another move you snake your hand between your legs and grasp him firmly eliciting a growling moan from the usually stoic man.

He is thick and firm in your palm. Twitching with excitement. You guide him towards your entrance, rolling your hips up to take in the tip. Seemingly of their own volition, Edward’s hips come crashing into yours, sheathing himself in one fluid motion. If you weren’t so aroused it may have been painful but all you can feel is a delicious fullness. Sparks ignite behind your wide eyes.

Edward takes a deep shuddering breath and pulls back slowly, looking down to see where you connect. He nearly pulls all the way out before sliding back in. The pace he sets is tortuously slow. Dragging his full length in and out. Your eyes roll back in your head, legs shaking. Edward has the sudden desire to never cum. To simply slide in and out for eternity. Perhaps that would be heaven.

Warmth and desire pools in your belly. Your legs come up to wrap around his hips. Your arms wrap around his torso. Still he continues to go much slower and gentler than what you crave.

“Please Eddie faster, please” you sob into his shoulder.

Unable to do anything but give in to your request, his pace quickens. He screws his eyes shut tight and wills himself to hold out. To remain here inside of you for as long as possible.

Edward nearly loses his control when your nails dig into his back and you wail, “Harder!”

A high pitched whine builds deep within him as he pistons himself into you. This is what you had been craving. Him rutting like a crazed buck in heat.

You pitch your hips up in time with his. Wet slapping sounds echo around the room peppered with guttural moans and hisses of pleasure.

Jaw clenched, Edward uses every ounce of willpower he has to maintain his pace, holding back just enough to avoid falling over the edge. No small feat as you thrash beneath him. Gasping. Clawing at his back. Digging your heels into his ass.

“Ohmygod, Eddie! Mm gonna cum!” Your body engulfs in fire, every nerve alight with ecstasy. You become weightless, out of time and space as your orgasm crashes through you.

Edward feels the rush of warm liquid. Your soft, slick walls clamp down on him like a vice. The muscles contract in waves to produce a milking sensation. He does not slow, fucking you through your orgasm and quickly catching up to his own.

A sweet languid smile graces your flushed face as you come back down from your peak. You are so beautiful, so angelic in his eyes.

A dark possessiveness overcomes him. His thrusts come even faster. More wild than before. He buries his face into your neck and growls, “Mine.”

The word unlocks something within you. Your arms and legs curl around him tighter as you gasp your reply, “Yours.”

His teeth sink into your neck. You feel his growls reverberate in your whole body as he repeats it over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The tension in his abdomen becomes too much to bear. He feels his scrotum tighten in anticipation of release. Edward seats himself inside your warmth as deeply as he possibly can. A strangled cry rips from his lungs as he cums inside of you.

As the spots fade from his vision and his ragged breath evens out, the full realization of what has transpired comes over Edward. The pretty girl from next door was beneath him. Naked. The woman he had pined over since the very first time she had smiled at him was flushed and breathing unsteadily.

Cold spiney fingers of panic start clawing at his chest. The questions don’t just run at lightning speed through his mind, they tumble speedily from his lips.

“Um A-are you okay? Uh did you uh c-cum? Was was I good?”

Edward’s face burns with embarrassment at his clumsy pillow talk.

Until your face once again brightens with a smile, “Yes, oh yes and oh my god yes!!”

You punctuate each affirmation with a kiss, gazing back at him adoringly.

His heart swells beating back the icy grip of panic. He lets out a breath he did not know he was holding and gently untangles himself from you.

Edward carefully slides the condom off his now softened member and ties off the end. He places it gently on the nightstand. Cringing at the sickening squish sound it makes.

He picks up his glasses, places them on his face, and turns back to you. “Um do you need anything? What should I do now?”

Your face splits into a warm smile, “Just cuddle me, silly.”

You open your arms up to him and he slides down to lay beside you. Arms wrap around each other and legs entangle together. Edward grabs the blanket and pulls it over you both at an awkward angle. You idly play with his hair and a contented sigh escapes you.

“Hmm I guess this means you’re not gonna kill me huh? “ you say with a tired laugh.

“No,” you can feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck, “but I might chain you to the radiator.” A high pitched almost manic giggle bursts from him.

You join him with your own laughter crazed from the whirlwind of emotion. You didn’t know if he was kidding or not. Or if you even cared.

End

[marvelmaniac2000]

My Spaghetti and Meatballs

Summary: imagine giving Eddie simple human decency and he definitely gets stalkerish and insane. 

Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader 

Minors DNI / +18 Only 

Subject: Smut! Stalking, voyeurism, anxiety reader, aesthetically pleasing content, extreme attachment/abandonment issues, orphanage, unprotected sex (practice safe sex everyone) 

Words: 2.0k

Side notes: I’ve been bored lately and needed to dribble some stories down. I’ve been sickly obsessed with pauly poo.  This was inspired by the spaceman intereview he did with adam sandler and fantasmas tv show.

 You hummed a tune to yourself to keep calm.. You were very hungry and you planned on making spaghetti and meatballs for yourself. But also of course to help save money by having leftovers. Some of your anxiety started to kick in because it was a little dark outside in the city and you were alone commuting to the grocery store. Even though Gotham had its reputation it wasn’t much you could do but always look out for yourself. You had on beat up converse shoes and warm auburn fall peacoat on in a cool first week of October. You were about average looking (in your own opinion) and didn’t draw much response from other strangers.

"Ok" you mouth to yourself, while looking at your grocery list in your notes. I need noodles, ground beef, etc . You mumbled to yourself and looked down the aisle for each ingredient. 

 “H-hey excuse me” you snapped your head up and looked at the man in front of you. 

 “Hi” you gave a dry response before realizing who it was.

“O-oh my goodness, Eddie!..” you swiveled your items out of your basket in your hand before bringing him in a hug. Edward gasped a little, finally seeing you in front of him. It has almost been years but it only felt like yesterday since he saw you in the very flesh directly talking to him. He has been following you and keeping touch with you since the day you guys both turned eighteen, but technically you both have been on your own since sixteen from the orphanage. It was one of the worst days of his life, when you finally were taken into an adoptive family at the late age of sixteen years old. 

   It felt like a jab to his stomach losing the family member he created within himself. The foster parents didn’t mean anything to him, the real mother he had was you. You were his sister, mother and girlfriend he needed. You were everything he needed of course.Edward knew he wasn’t going to be adopted, but he didn’t care. He stared at you barely able to make out any last words. Just your presence and knowing you were ok was what all he needed to know. As long as you were protected and were there for him, he could continue on. He knew you like the back of his hand. Some days he could go without checking on you, but he had to make sure you were still ok. Sometimes he would send money and support to your live stream, and fantasize of the costume you put on display for that video. It was his ritual. 

 “You look good Eds, you’re still just as adorable and sweet growing up” you couldn’t help but squeeze  his pink cheeks together and peck him on the cheek. Words couldn’t describe what he meant to you. You and Eddie were the only ones who tried to survive the foster home life and survive shitty school years too. You both slept together in the same bunk rooms, you slept in his bed when he was scared and rubbed him to sleep, you made sure his favorite cereal was there, even if the other kids sometimes would get greedy and not share. You cleaned his glasses for him, bought him clothes with little money you did have from your high school job. He was your baby. He gave you meaning when nothing else felt like so. Eddie's face turned a flush red. A rush of happiness and warmth swept over his body that he never felt in awhile. But it has been awhile since anyone showed him any type of affection and especially coming from you. Any type of praise from you sent him over the edge and he wanted more. 

  “I missed you too, I wanted to make sure you were still doing ok, I see you’re working now and have your own life” Eddie wanted to know if you had a boyfriend. He couldn’t afford to have you keep any secrets away from him.  “Yea I’ve been more happy than I've ever been, my own money, own life, no worries, it’s great.” You notice how upset your Eddie looked. “Why don’t you come over to my apartment, I’m making your favorite” you smiled. If Eddie could cry of happiness he could. He wanted to ball up in bed with you and cuddle as long as he could. “That would be great” he pushed the rim of his glasses up and followed you out to purchase the groceries. 

  You both arrived at your apartment that was dimly lit with your tv still on. “Oh uh sorry for the mess I don’t usually like to clean up until I get the energy to sometimes.” You wanted to make Eddie feel at home like he always felt. “Um just sit over there Eds you can watch tv if you like, there’s a blanket over there” 

 “It’s ok I’ll just watch tv from here, you always go above and beyond for me” Eddie was just happy to finally have you here and inside your apartment. He looked around taking in the different furniture, decor and things you had inside your place. He notices your desktop and computer in the corner of the room with a gaming chair just like in your videos you use.

  You took off your jacket and lit a bunch of candles that you had decorated on your kitchen counters. 

You wondered what Eddie was doing around lately. He didn’t seem like the type to hang around town alone. But maybe he has changed now that he is older. You let the noodles boil and create your special tomato sauce in a separate pan. 

  “Sooo eddie what have you been eating now huh? Frozen dinners?” you joked while looking at him mindlessly watching tv. He looked so cute with his big puppy dog eyes.

   “Very funny but I make do with whatever I can make myself” he smiled. “But I always miss your food ” He watched the tv hoping this moment would never end. Your cheek flushed a bit red hearing him talk. Eddie was somewhat of an old soul, he reminded of guys who deserve everything in the world, but was just sort of awkward. But it was nice finally having him around, it did feel a bit lonely not having anyone around, but you wouldn’t change it for the world, finally having your peace and independence living your life. The tomato sauce smelled amazing in the entire room. You pour the paste inside the noodles and mix it well together. You brought a plate to Eddie with a fork. Eddie smiled and felt like he was home once again. You sat next to him curled up on the side watching whatever show was on. 

   “So what do you do now for work?” You nervously peeled your fingernails. Eddie chewed with a mouth full of food before he talked. 

“Nothing much, just a financial analyst at a company, but I guess it’s ok” he hummed while he ate. “Oh that’s good to hear” you watch him with adoration while he stuffed his face. 

  “Do you mind if I stay here for the night? I think it’s supposed to be a really bad storm tonight.” Edward looked at you with his eyes. “Of course it’s not a problem at all,” you smiled. “Here I’ll get you some towels and stuff for a shower.” Edward watches you leave, seeing you disappear in your bedroom. He wondered what your bedroom looked like. If it was normal and basic or with different colors with many pillows. 

  “Um the towels and stuff are in this closet if you need them, you gesture the closet against the wall” you showed him. “Ok” he nodded. 

“I’ll just jump in the shower real quick” you told him before making your way out. Eddie gave you a reassuring nod before looking out the autumn window noticing the seasons beginning to change. He hated the fact that he lied to you, but it was the only way he could stay any much longer here with you. He watched you make your way into the bathroom to cleanse yourself up. Eddie pants began to harden listening to the echo of the water running down your body and your nude body lathered up with soap. 

His aching bulged pressed against him. He tossed the blanket over his legs to casually cover his member. 

  To make matters even worse you came out of the steaming hot shower with a sexy baby doll gown and fluff slippers. “It’s all yours Eddie” you sat next to him on the sofa in a sigh of relief. “Thanks” he managed before striding in the bathroom. You cover yourself up with a cozy blanket and turn the channels to see what else is on cable. 

   Eddie noticed used pads and looked inside your dirty laundry basket. You had a pretty lace black thong that had trimmed lace around it. He balled up the fabric and stuffed two more pairs inside his pocket before jumping into your shower. Eddie missed everything about you and your warmth. The way you took care of everything around him. Then finally he slowly came back out with only his clothes but with a tank top and his boxer briefs. 

  “Come cuddle with me Eddie” you laying gently on top of him.  “You know I’m glad you’re doing ok eddie” you held him close feeling him.

   “Me too” he mumbled in heaven. You felt his bulge between your legs and tried to make sure you weren’t imagining it. Eddie couldn’t manage to get it down even after taking a shower. He wanted you so badly right at that moment. “Do you need help with this?” you whispered while moving your hand to his boxers. “Umm yes” he groaned. “I can help” you push your hand down in his boxers and rub the precum that glossed over his dick. 

“Just like that?” you managed to say.

   “Y-yes” he groaned again. You pull yourself up to kiss him on the lips before rubbing his member a little harder. Eddie bucked his hips to your hand as you continued your pace. 

You moaned from feeling him get pleasure from it. 

  “Can I put it in me Eddie?” you asked him before stopping. 

   “Of course I want you now,” he demanded. You slide your panties off and stick it in slowly before riding him at a slow deliberate pace. Eddie held onto your hips as guiding for you to go quicker.

    “Oh Eddie” you moaned, lowering yourself to kiss him passionately. His hands roamed under your gown and greedily gave your plump boobs a squeeze. You whimper feeling him take control. Eddie could barely catch his breath before his mouth met your soft nipples. You gave out a loud moan rocking your hips harder with him grazing your wet insides. 

   “Mmmm” you threw your head back and felt him touch your g spot. 

  “Right there baby” Eddie put on his glasses and now watched you with his emerald eyes. “I’m going to come” Eddie murmured  before cumming his load inside of you. You stop your pace before catching your breath. 

 There was a rumble of thunder outside before you both realized what was happening. “I’m glad you’re here to keep me safe huh?” you giggled. “I guess so, we always had each other's backs, remember?” 

“I do” you cooed. Eddie pulled himself out of you before covering the blanket with both of you falling asleep.   

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[starlightsearches]

ooooooooh can we eget a track 8 with edward nashton? maybve it's his first time but he doesnt want to tell the reader that?? love your writing 🖤

Moving Too Fast

Track 8: Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones - Give me a character and a NSFW prompt (or give me free rein) and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons about it.

Edward Nashton x F! Reader

AN: Thanks for the suggestion, friend! Here's a little love letter from me to pre-mature ejaculation uwu. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated mwah mwah

Warnings: 18+ only, some language, lots of self-loathing from Eddie, sexism, mentions of creepy behavior, making out, and pre-mature ejaculation. Let me know if I missed anything!

Eddie could have sworn it was three dates.

Isn't that what everybody said? Third date go great? Try these six tips to make him yours for sure.

Or maybe he just got that idea from some stupid magazine back when he was in college. The ones he'd shove inside his jacket before the guy ringing up all the ramen packets and dandruff shampoo would notice.

Magazines he'd read whenever his roommate was gone—when he'd stroke his cock nice and slow at the lurid words, still getting used to the idea of pleasure, guilt always sitting at the top of his stomach like an oil slick—reading about all the ways a woman could touch you. Too scared at the sight of tits to look at any real porn.

High school was where he learned what it meant if a girl let you touch her on the first date. Eddie had spent every hellish minute in those fucking locker rooms with his head ducked low, trying to avoid attention, curling in on himself to hide the body he was so ashamed of and didn't understand.

He still heard what the other boys said. Learned all the words—slut, whore, skank—practiced saying them under his breath whenever he was alone so they'd come out naturally if the occasion ever arose. (It never did.)

But this isn't a third date. It's not even a date. And Eddie's not sure what that's supposed to say about you.

He doesn't think you're a slut. There haven't been any other men here on the nights Eddie watched your doorway (before you'd ever said a word to him) from the nearby alley, standing guard, looking for glimpses of you through the windows.

No other men, and he's glad, because there's no way for him to know what he'd have done.

But you do seem eager for him—or for this, at least—with the little noises you're making against his lips, kissing him in the darkness of your bedroom, pulling him against you and all your warm skin.

A word like eager doesn't even belong in the same room as Eddie. Not directed at him, although it emanates from his body like a disease, keeping everybody at a distance.

Everybody but you.

His clumsy hands grip at the extra fabric of your baggy t-shirt where it hangs at your sides, his hold so tight it could rip at any moment.

"You can take it off," you whisper, the words slurring out in the quick pause before you're kissing him again. Eddie's lungs are getting smaller as he lifts the fabric, knuckles bumping against your waist, catching at the edge of your bra. He's lucky his grip doesn't falter, or he'd have to start over.

But maybe Eddie wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life like this—the Sisyphean task of taking of your clothes a riddle he'd love to spend all his time working out—baring your skin but going no farther.

Never needing to show the vulnerable parts of himself.

He has to pull back so you can get your shirt off the rest of the way, balling up the warm fabric in his hands. Eddie thinks about holding it to his nose and breathing deep, letting your scent wash over and through him.

But that will have to wait for another time. When you're not here. When the lock-picking kit he ordered finally shows up on his doorstep.

He rubs the fabric between his fingers instead, gripping hard enough his knuckles turn white. You drop down to the mattress, tits bouncing, and Eddie's vision blackens at the edges.

"Come on, Eds. What're you waiting for?"

To wake up. He can't think of a better answer, so he doesn't say anything, shins hitting the bed, looming over you with his too-warm body and heavy breaths. And none of that makes you push him away, pulling him closer, your body pressing and rubbing against his.

Tits pillowing against his chest as you cup your hands around his neck, tongue dipping deeper into his mouth when you raise your chin. One of your legs hooks around the back of his ankle, stroking at the leg of his jeans.

And worst of all, your palms—warm, and a little damp—slipping the bottom of his shirt out from under the waistband of his pants. Eddie feels the press of your hands against his skin like a brand, and he hopes your touch will stain him somehow because he'll never feel you like this again. Not after what comes next.

Eddie's already too close. You've hardly done anything and he's close, so hard it's painful, his tender dick pressed up against your thigh, warm from your body even through the layers he wears. He feels his heavy balls drawing tight against his skin, so desperate to spill somewhere besides his own hand.

Eddie literally begs his body to hold on, to wait, pleading silently with god, with whoever could be listening, with his own shame to stop the inevitable next step.

It's no use, as he knew it would be. Eddie cums with a moan that mortifies him down in his bones.

Your hands stop their movements, lingering questioningly at the space above his hips.

"Eddie?"

He feels your breath hit his face, lips no longer against his when you press your head further into the pillows, looking up at him as his cum seeps into the fabric of his jeans, hot and heavier than he's used to, probably soaking through and smearing over all your lovely skin.

"Eddie, did you—"

He shoots back with a cry before you can get the question out, unsure where to look, pressing his hands over the wet spot on his crotch, all his visible skin bright red and flushed.

"I'm—oh, god—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm—"

He's crying, actually, steps away from full-blown, whiny sobs. The one chance he had to be close to someone, to be with someone, and he's ruined it.

The same way he ruins everything.

"I- this doesn't—this doesn't, uh, usually happen."

It's a lie, even without the implication that this has happened with other women. Eddie never lasts long when he's thinking about you, no matter what he tries.

It's a weak attempt, but he has to save face, has to kill the sickness inside of him.

Has to hope against hope that you won't laugh in his face.

Eddie thinks he's imagining it when he feels your hand at his wrist, insistent in its grip until your eyes meet his, not mocking, like he was certain they would be, but curious, and fervent.

"Really?"

There's this lilting appetite in your voice that Eddie could never imagine, that tells him just how dull all his daydreams had been.

"Eddie," you whisper, lips painted wet by your tongue, and you're on your knees, closing the distance he left open, "that's—"

Whatever it is, Eddie doesn't find out. You don't finish your sentence before you're kissing him again.

[danosrosegarden]

my love, mine all mine - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (slight NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: descriptions of a protective and obsessive edward. very minor illusions to smut but nothing in any detail.}

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☽ Extracting Edward Nashton’s love from the tired, weary woosh of his heart is no difficult task. He might’ve thought, before you at least, that his body did not hold the proper room for love. Love was far too bright and shimmering of a word, blinding him like the beaming reflection of the sun on scintillating waves. It was far too strong of a feeling, exploding and sizzling in his blood like face-scrunchingly sour candy. Love was neither something he could handle, nor something he believed he needed. He’d survived through his own strength. How demeaning to suggest that he needed a kiss on the cheek or to hold someone’s hand in order to be complete.

☽ But now he has you, and he’s not sure what to do. You’re so easy to fall head over heels for, and it’s an overwhelming high he’s found himself riding. You didn’t force your way through the walls he had built up around himself; you gently grabbed hold of his hand and took each brick down with care and tenderness. You didn’t coo at his sob story or cast pity upon him, looking down at him patronizingly as if he was a starved, abused puppy; you listened carefully to his woes and…well, you were just there for him. You didn’t rush to try to fix what was shattered or leave when it all got too moldy and dark…you simply sat with him through it. So no, extracting Edward’s love from his heart was no difficult task for you. But here’s the kicker…it’s even easier to draw out his lust.

☽ It’s the littlest things that any other person might easily overlook. It’s the way your eyebrow cocks as you ponder the crossword puzzle you two solved together each week. It’s the way you tap the eroded pink eraser of the pencil against your lips as your brain wanders. He wishes he could crawl inside of the deepest wrinkles of your brain. He wishes he could crack you open, flow through your body like your thick, warm blood, protect you like your bones. He wants you and you wholly. He wants you in ways the outside world will never get to see. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve you.

☽ It’s sort of a blessing and a curse for Ed, having you in his life. He gets his answered prayer, his angel. But now he constantly worries. His stomach lurches and churns with every bad scenario his mind can conjure whenever you leave. His palms dampen with warm sweat when he thinks about what the world might do to you.

☽ He refuses. He refuses to let the world contaminate you with its filth.

☽ And you wonder. You wonder what’s going through his mind when his hands are gripping your sides like you’ll disintegrate if he lets go. You wonder what could possibly be racing through his body when he growls those words into your ear over and over like a scratched record: mine. Mine. Mine.

☽ When everything else that’s ever resembled goodness and purity and hope has been ripped from his arms, there is no other option. He has no other choice but to protect, to watch over, to keep safe. To ravage and devour and lovingly consume. You’re his, his, only his.

[chuckmaider]

Those F*cking Polaroids

So, I saw Dinner in America recently and I don't know what just happened but it occurred to me to do this.

If you saw the movie you'll understand and if you didn't see it it doesn't really matter and its not really necessary bcs only part of it is based on the movie.

English it's not much frist language, pls sorry for any kind of error.

The Riddler/Edward Nashton x obsessive! gn! reader

Summary: Reader meets Riddler while browsing the Internet and becomes obsessed with him and his plan to unmask the city, and... Maybe send some curious Polaroids after hacking his address.

Warnings/tags: Obsessive behavior, address hacking, a bit of humiliation kink (reader), tall reader (like 2 o 3 cm more than Ed) , weird reader, creepy reader, obsessive reader, a little bit of dom! Reader Sub! Eddie, Eddie is weird too, prob autistic reader(?) and I so sorry but this si so Out of Character Eddie (idk how to write him I'm sorry 😭), I feel like this is kinda boring so uhm at least the beginning es very boring but um it's very long too i think soo Im sorry idk, we need more insane reader

I met The Riddler when I saw a video of him on some strange Internet page that I was on, it was one of his first posts and the beginning of his...career. At first I was just curious about what he wanted to do, we both had a lot in common about what we thought of the city, both of us were abandoned and discarded by those who claimed to take care of us, to look out of us, to give us a better life. Over time I started to see him more, I made an account and saw him on his page, sometimes, very rarely, I would comment on my opinion about what he said, and he really seemed to notice me.

I can't really say when I started to obsess about him, I guess from first moment that I saw him, something happened to me and that's why I kept seeing him.

I felt something, I felt something, I felt something when I saw him, and I think that's what led me to... Take this further. I didn't feel much, not because I was insensitive, I could feel, but nothing was really that exciting or interesting to capture my attention enough to make me feel anything. I work in a coffee shop, it's small, but sometimes fun things happen with customers, but not enough to keep me amused or not bored for the rest of the day, but there's one customer in particular, who comes almost every day, asks for a cappuccino, a pumpkin pie and sits for hours with a notebook to write. Sometimes I keep looking at him longer than necessary, it's interesting to know what might be going through his head, or what things he'll be writing about.

I was sitting watching the news on the small TV in the cafeteria, it was just me and the usual customer, he was, as always, writing things in his notebook. They were talking something about the Mitchell boy, a guy running for mayor of the Gothic City, just like everyone making empty promises, talking shit and more shit.

"This is crap, he should kill himself quickly and then maybe there will be a real change in this fucking city” I whispered thinking that no one would hear me, I took the remote control and was going to change the channel, but a voice stopped me “wait, I want to listen” it was lucky that there was no more noise than the TV and a few cars passing outside, otherwise I wouldn't have heard the low voice that spoke. I turned to look at him and left the control at the inn “do you support that shit?” I asked him, he looked at me for a few seconds and shook his head “no, of course not, he should kill himself for real change” I looked at him for a few seconds, and without saying anything I gave him a small smile. We didn't talk again after that, a new customer arrived and the old one left, I kept my eye on him as he left, and I could see how he sent me one last look and continued on his way.

After work I returned home and prepared for what was coming, today The Riddler (as we called it) would be live at night and I wanted to see it, but I had some things planned to do first. I studied programming for two or three years, I didn't finish my degree thanks to my lack of money and motivation, but I learned enough things to be able to do what I was going to do. Some would call me immoral, sick, or maybe call me a crazy and obsessed freak, but I wasn't interested right now, it never did. I took my computer and started, went to his page and copied the link, continued to go to other forums, writing codes and finally after a good hour I was able to locate his address (or at least that of his computer), I must say that he was quite protected, it cost more than other times, but I succeeded. I smiled when I saw the small bright spot on the screen, which indicated the exact place where his (I assume) house was right now, I didn't plan to know his identity, of course, I wanted to know who he was, but my plans were different.

I put on my clothes, exactly like his, and waited for the live show to start. I took my Instant Camera and left it aside from the computer. As I listened to his voice I could feel my body starting to warm up, I twisted myself a little in my chair and kept looking at him. After 10 minutes, i was hot enough and I started. I lowered my hand and put it under my pants and underwear, let out a sigh and tilted my head back, continued stroking, rubbing and I felt my climax approach, I accelerated my movements and with my free hand I took the camera and took a photo at the time of my ejaculation, waited for the photo to come out and throw it aside, I took my shiny hand out with my cum and took another photo of it, making sure that it could see the computer with the live one.

As the live went on, my breathing calmed down and I smiled excitedly. I could still feel my face warm because of the blush and the moisture of the sweat on my body “this is for you, Riddler...” I thought as I watched the screen. At the end of the live, he said goodbye to everyone and I closed my computer, took a notebook and wrote the Letter I had planned to send him along with the Polaroids

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵

𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶,

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯,

𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ����𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴,

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬.

I kept the Letter together with the Polaroids in a dark green envelope, closed it and saved it for sending tomorrow.

This became part of my routine for months, I wrote him letters, sometimes poems, other times I told him about my day and other times I told him my ideas and plans that he could use to unmask the city. Watching one of his lives, I could notice at one point that he had some Polaroids stuck on the wall, they weren't noticeable enough, but I noticed them.

In those months, I began to talk more with the customer who frequented the cafeteria, his name was Edward, I was never good with names, but I could remember his. We were quite similar, and even if neither of us really talked about their private life or past, I could tell that we had common opinions and other similar tastes, such as music. We were both part of a religious choir, my family was extremely religious and they put me in a church choir, which I left one day, the day I escaped from them. Edward loves riddles and all that kind of thing, he's really good with numbers too, riddles stressed me out, but numbers and calculations always helped me, as did technology. Edward was intelligent, he knew a lot about a lot of things, I didn't, but I liked to hear him ramble and digress about everything he wanted, I liked to hear him and feel that he could teach me, or easily humiliate me in anything he wanted, I studied programming and yet he seemed much wiser on that subject than me

Over time, I started to have some new feelings, feelings for Edward, at first I thought they were friendly, for being my first friend in years i was just excited, but I noticed things, I started to notice too many things in him, and I couldn't help but want to be with him, not as a friend. One day when I asked him for his number, I picked up his phone and quickly installed software and connected it to mine, it had his location and I could see everything he was doing on it, and although I know that there's no justification, I thought “it's to protect him, it's quite naive...” or so I thought. I didn't spend all my time seeing what I was doing or if I was talking to someone (which I didn't really do, I didn't talk to anyone but me)

After work I used to follow him, a part of me couldn't really get to his house, but I always saw him, constantly. I was so enthralled with him, too much, that it started to become painful. Edward, My Edward, was too much for me, everything I felt for him. I started compare him with him, with the Riddler, and I realized things that maybe I shouldn't have done. Looking at his address, I finally noticed his house was in the exact place where the Riddler lived, but it couldn't be him right? Even so, he couldn't know him either, he told me he lived alone, and I know he didn't lie to me.

While I was still with Edward, I continued to fall in, his way of talking, of thinking, of moving, his way of living with others, his hair, his eyes, his lips, his glasses. Everything about him had me trapped, entangled in him, and I didn't want to leave. Obviously, I hadn't forgotten Riddler, but he was different, I couldn't see him or feel like Edward, yet I kept sending him letters and photos, I was still his faithful follower.

I needed to know, I needed to know if what I knew was true, if all these months of research and incredible stupidity had worked, and in fact, Edward is The Riddler.

I warned at work that I was sick so I wasn't, I knew that Edward was at work and that, if my theory was correct, no one would be home. I went up the emergency stairs and saw his apartment, it had white curtains and the window opened easily, I suppose that when we are together I could fix it to make it safer, any freak could come in and do who knows what things. I could see when I was already inside, a large mural with everything related to Batman, the Waynes and Gotham City, I had a small computer in the inn and it was all quite messy and dirty, and full of papers and notebooks. I heard the jingle of the cage that was on the other side of the room and I saw that there were some rats inside, very good Edward, I won't judge your hobbies but I really wouldn't like to live with rats. I saw what the bathroom was like and it was quite dirty, it had empty pill bottles and in the corner there were some dirty clothes. Whether I took a shirt or not is not important. Finally I ventured to what would be his room, and even though his whole apartment was shouting The Riddler at me, I needed one last confirmation, being someone's most private room, I assumed that if Edward really was who I thought he was, everything should be there. I opened the door slowly and the first thing I saw was the large green fabric with the question mark in the middle characteristic of Riddler's fund of his lives, my breath was cut short for a moment and I felt as if I could ejaculate right now. It was him, Edward was, Edward is, the Riddler.

Then I saw them, I saw all of them, the Polaroids, the photos that I sent him together with the letters, each and every one of them in a space on the wall, attached to one side of his bed, there were some separate ones, marked as Favorites, he kept them, he stuck them, he really had me on his wall without even knowing that it was me.

I stayed for at least fifteen more minutes in his room, until I decided it was time to go, not before leaving a small hidden camera, just in case. That same night I couldn't sleep, after watching Riddler's live and knowing who he really was behind that beautiful mask, it could be said that I enjoyed masturbating too much watching him, the Letter was quite intense, demonstrating my devotion and love for him like never before. The next day I was still quite shocked but I knew how to hide it, until Edward, the Riddler, My Edward arrived... When I saw him I became more nervous than I usually would, not out of fear, no, of course not, I was ecstatic, my face burned just thinking about him and having it in front of me it felt as if I had just opened an oven and all the heat would come from it. “Hello Edward, the-the usual?” I asked him, feeling how my voice trembled very slightly “yes, thank you” He told me and sat in the inn in front of me. While I was preparing his coffee and taking out the piece of pumpkin pie I could feel his gaze on my back, burning and burning so exquisitely, I loved to feel his attention on me even though I was almost always the one who had his attention on him all the time, not because he wouldn't pay attention to me, but mostly I let him talk, and I contributed everything I could, but I loved listening to him too much to interrupt him. “Here, your coffee and your pie, it goes around the house, you don't need to pay anything” I said as I handed him his coffee, Edward looked at me surprised “what? -No, it's not necessary..!” ireplied, My Edward is so thoughtful. ”Don't worry Eddie, nobody here cares too much” I tell him and let out a giggle, I look at his eyes and notice that he relaxes, smiles and thanks me, proceeding to drink his coffee and eat his pie.

“Edd, would you like to come to my house today?” I asked her suddenly, seeing the surprise in her eyes, I could see her plump cheeks turning red and I smiled internally when I saw her reaction “you-your house? - I-i don't wanna bother you" he said "you could never bother me Edd, all these months and you don't know it?"

“Sorry, yes, but Uhm.. I have - I have some things to do and I really don't think I can go, I'm sorry” I could notice the nervousness in his voice which made me smile and want to play with him a little more "Come on, they can wait a day” I could see how he frowns and tried to disguise his surprise “what-what? Th-they what?”

"The work, silly. That's why you have to go home right? I know your type of job and they always leave a lot to do even after you finish everything” I could see how he visibly relaxed and the tension was leaving his body. “Yes, I suppose it can wait a little...” he smiled shyly at me. I told him to wait for me for a while since my work ended at 7 (what was in about fifteen minutes)

We walked for about twenty minutes until I reached the door of my apartment, “you know Edward, I've wanted to tell you some things for quite some time, I want to” I start talking as I open the door of my house “I did my homework and I was really surprised by the result, you know?” I let out a laugh, i still don't look at him as I entered the corridor and I locked the door “just in case, there have been some robberies around here” I say calmly, he looked at me confused just a few steps away from me. I looked back at him and finally dropped the “I know who you are, I know you're the Riddler” bomb.

“Who are you?” He seriously asks me “don't worry Eddie” I smile mockingly “I won't do anything to you, nothing you don't want at least” Edward takes only two steps towards me but immediately retreats as I approach him “don't even try anything Eddie, it's my house, I know it better than anyone” I walk slowly to him seeing how he goes back to girls with the wall next to the door that leads to the living room. Being close enough to feel his breath on my face, I start talking, “you know, I dreamt about this more times than I should, but before it wasn't you, well, it was you, but I didn't know it. Fantasize about the Riddler more times than you have done about destroying the city and its corruption. Later, I met you, we start talking and I could obsess with someone with a real face and name, but then... They were never two people were they? Just two personalities, Edward and Riddler” as I spoke I could feel like all their attention was on me, our eyes never disconnected until I approached him and whispered softly in his ear “but between us, we both know what the real one is, right?” I returned to his eyes, and for the first time it was me who kept talking, all too excited confessing to him. I took his shoulders and guided him to the door next to him, turned him around and made sure that his back would rest on me and let his eyes see all of my room, where everything related to Riddler and Eddie was, each of the points I connected and some photos I took without him noticed it “after a quick visit to your dirty apartment, I was able to confirm every single thing you see there, the Riddler was, in fact, my Edward” I squeeze his shoulders, and my voice breaks slightly thanks to my head, supporting my head on his shoulder and looking at him sideways, seeing his reaction to everything, I smile more broadly, I could confidently say that It's going to hurts my cheeks if I went on like this more time. “You, little mouse, were the cause of my obsession for months, and not only the Riddler, but also like Edward and, I swear, finding out that they were always just you, everything increased at least a hundred times more” I walked up to him, now looking at me again “Edward, Edward Nashton” I put my hands on his blushed cheeks “everything you see there is for you, And more, all the insane things I've done since I met you I did them for and for you, I am completely yours from the moment I found you, and oh God, seeing how you kept and pasted those Polaroids that I sent you was like getting to heaven, seeing that you really saw me without even knowing who I was makes me squirm in my bed like a teenager in love. You didn't know it and you already missed me”

Eddie put his hands on my hands that supported his cheeks, and spoke for the first time in minutes “it was always you, the one with the Polaroids..? Were you always the one who wrote all those letters to me? For Riddler?” she asked softly looking into my eyes “of course it was me, of course it was always me, Eddie” I smiled at him big time. "You don't- you don't know how those Polaroids affected me, what they did to me... You don't know how much those Polaroids worked on me...” the intensity in his gaze could cross walls if he could, but in me it only pierced my heart “oh Eddie-” without being able to finish, I felt like Edward kissed me intensely, melting at his touch I let myself go, I felt his teeth hitting mine thanks to the hardness of the kiss, his tongue entered my mouth and with pleasure I let him do what he wanted with me, his hands came down from mine to my waist and they hugged me tightly, I let out a moan through the feeling, his mouth and mine, his lips and the Mine, his tongue and mine are twisting, Edward let out a moan when he felt my pelvis hit his, being able to feel his growing bulge in his pants.

I took his hands and slowly raised them up my body until I left them on my shoulders hugging them, instead I lowered mine and tucked them under his jacket and t-shirt, feeling their quality leather. I slowly went up and down my hands all over his torso, squeezing his skin on my hands, feeling like Eddie let out small gasps in the kiss.

After a hot session of kissing and touching as a result of an intense declaration of my love for him, we were lying on my bed, staring intently at each other without saying anything, too busy keeping every detail about each other to talk. “Edward” I call him in a whisper, getting a “hum?” on his part “this isn't a dream, is it?” I asked him, “if this is a dream, I wish I would never wake up” and he answered.

Hello! This is the first fic that I will publish here on Tumblr, I don't know if I make it constant but if you like the way I write (which I doubt because I myself feel that it is quite bad, especially since it's not in my language)

I feel like the ending goes by very quickly, I'm sorry it's 1am and ik tired, and I'm also sorry for the very likely OOC! Edward, I'm not very good at capturing the essence of a character already created unless I created it hehrjee I'm sorry

Even with all that, I hope that if you finished it and it didn't bored you, you liked it and you can make any suggestions and/or corrections to me, I don't know if I'm taking request or something, but you can still send them to me and I'll see if I could do them:)

[7atk1ngx]

<<Breakroom Chat>>

EDWARD NASHTON X READER <3

Summary: You and Ed first meet in the break room of both of the accounting firm you both work at. It's rather awkward, but not all first meets are romantic and "love at first sight", right? . . . Warnings: none, just normal and kind of sweet human interaction between two awkward coworkers because Ed deserves nice things UwU

You find yourself standing near the window of the break room, watching as the droplets of rain race down the cold, tempered glass that protects you from the outside elements. The day’s mood has been much like the weather outside, bleak and lackluster, the sun showing no signs of showing its lovely face anytime soon. But it seems as if life has been like this for a while now, office life is a lot more boring and draining than you expected.

Much like your last job as a waitress at the diner, actually. The scenery may have changed but not the situation. Except now, instead of customers insulting you to your face, you have condescending coworkers that smile at you and then take bites at you when they think you’re not listening, and somehow that hurts more. 

'Would Mike give me my old job back if I ask?'

You wonder while stirring your tea absentmindedly,

'I mean he said he would, but it's been three months so it’s probably too late.'

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sudden cracking of the break room door opening, out of curiosity you look over to see who’s come to share said space with you and recognize the person as Edwin, or was it Edgar? You can’t remember, neither of you interacted much outside of courteous ‘good mornings’, and for all you know he probably doesn’t know your name either. 

He makes his way over to the coffee machine to serve himself into a flimsy disposable cup similar to yours. You don’t mean to, but you continue to watch him. The way he moves is awkward, almost hesitant really and for someone so tall it’s as if he’s trying to take up as little space as possible despite the room being almost empty. 

‘Say something before he notices you being a creep!’ Your internal thoughts scream at you.

 Looking down at your feet, you take a breath before mustering the courage to speak, “Nice weather we’re having, huh?” 

“Uh, excuse me?” He questions turning his body in your direction.

“I said, ‘Nice weather we’re having.’” You cringe internally as you repeat yourself a little louder. 

The presumed Edwin lets an awkward laugh before speaking, “Oh! Right, right, yeah, cloudy day and it’s raining cats and dogs outside. Beautiful.” He smiles at you, his soft features seem to glow under the fluorescent lighting overhead. Such a little act of kindness takes you by surprise and although you don't show it, the way your ears heat up and cheeks flush red tells another story. Luckily, your coworker doesn’t notice as he looks away to secure a lid on his coffee.

"Haha, exactly, it's lovely." You laugh with him as you slowly ease over to him near the coffee machine before testing the waters with his name. "Edwin, right?"

"Uh, no... It's Edward" He sighs out and averts his gaze to look down to the coffee cup in his hand. Edward’s mind is quick to bully him, ‘Of course she doesn’t know your name. Why would she? Be realistic, you’re nobody.’

‘How embarrassing,’ you think, kicking yourself mentally, 'At this point, just walk away and staple your mouth shut. Dumbass.' 

You're quick to apologize, bringing your free hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose in embarrassment and is the room suddenly warmer? or is it just your face growing more flushed by the second? "Oh! I'm sorry, I've never been good with names and we were ever properly introduced. My bad, I-I'm (y/n)."

‘Nice save, (y/n), that sounds reaaaal convincing.’

It’s a shame you didn’t know his name because Edward already knew yours, how could he not? One look of that lovely face and poor Edward was hooked. It had been Zach that introduced you to the entire office your first day, you hadn't noticed him among the dozens of eyes looking at you in that moment, but rest assured that he noticed you. The way you looked standing before everyone seemed so innocent, so vulnerable, and the beautiful smile you offered as you waved to everyone in the room. Oh, he was left speechless. Where have you been all his miserable life? You looked like an angel, a soft glowing light in the never ending darkness of City of Gotham.

Edward spent days thinking about that smile and hoping to see it again, hopefully this time for him only.

With a wave of his free hand he dismisses the mistake, trying to play it off in a cool manner despite the fact that inside he’s so nervous and afraid to mess up this simple interaction. It’s not everyday the man has a chance to talk to a woman, “No-no worries. Now you know for next time we talk, hehe…” 

“Oh, Next time for sure! Same time tomorrow then?” You ask jokingly.

“Yes.” Edward replies almost too quickly, it’s so sudden and you can’t help but laugh. A hearty laughter that erupts from your throat. ‘God, she’s gorgeous. Please never stop laughing, please.’ He thinks, his glasses almost fogging up from how hot his face is getting just from listening to you. Finally, getting the last of the giggles out of your system, you compose yourself before looking up at the clock above the break room door. 12:55 pm it reads, letting out a sigh you drink up the last of your cold tea before dropping it into the trash.

“Perfect, well, I’m gonna head back to my little desk and wait for 5pm! See you around, Edward.” You say holding out your fist towards the man. A moment passes, Edward stares at your closed hand before making a fist and hesitantly bumps it against yours.

With one last smile, you turn to leave the break room with Edward’s quiet voice calling out to you to have a nice day.

Edward stood a while longer in the break room not really knowing what to do, he felt a warmth blossom within his chest and butterflies flutter in his belly. A sigh leaves his lips as he thinks over the interaction, you’re a lot more beautiful up close, the way you speak and carry yourself is beautiful, everything about you is perfect to Edward. The green eyed man really hopes you mean it, about meeting him again that is, because he'd do anything to just stand so close to you once more. And for once, amidst the euphoric high caused by you, Edward’s mind is quiet. 

And then he burns himself after trying to drink his coffee.

Meanwhile, you’re back at your desk preparing to take on the rest of the day saying ‘hello’ to all your coworkers as they came back from their lunch break.

The rest of the day continues as usual for the most part, but in the back of your mind lingers your coworker, Edward. You can’t help but feel excited for tomorrow's lunch break. You really meant it, the conversation although short and rather awkward was nice and helped you forget the possibility of quitting this job, you hope to see more of that nerdy accountant. 

'He’s kinda cute.' You think peaking over the receptionist desk to where Edward’s own place in the office. Curious eyes lingering on the man as he scribbles away on ledger sheets, he looks so focused and the way he adjusts his glasses with the pencil in his hand makes you light headed.

 'I was wrong, He’s very cute…'

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A/N: If you've come this far, thank you! This is actually my first fanfic, so I hope you like it.

I'm actually so late to the Paul Dano craze! I just watched "The Batman" like last week and fell in love with Paul Dano's portrayal of The Riddler, he's so cute lololol. I'll likely keep writing about him, I really hope the fandom isn't too dead.

Anywho, please feel free to comment or send asks. I'd also appreciate feedback too!

-Rom <3

[littleoddwriter]

hello again! :D

Can you do a edward nashton x m! Reader who seems like a normal person, but is really dangerous, ik it boring but pretty please :)

Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Male!Reader | Headcanons

Hello there! It's not boring at all!!! And I hope you like what I've done with it. I'm sorry for taking so long. <3

notes; Male!Reader; Mentions of Violence, Murder and Stalking; Unhealthy Relationship.

Edward and you met at a coffee shop you both liked to frequent, getting into a conversation rather quickly. It was hard for you to meet new people and actually talk to them; but he somehow made you feel comfortable, so that soon you felt like you were about to talk his ears off.

You always felt like somebody was watching you, but after meeting Ed, that feeling only became stronger. Only when you were with Edward, did you calm down a bit.

One time, your urge to hurt someone who had pissed you off was all-consuming. Usually, you didn't have any sort of trouble to act on that; but the eyes that you could feel on your back left you hesitant. What if somebody was on to you?

Of course, you weren't exactly proud of your violent habits, but it was freeing to let your anger out on those who caused it, and to make them pay for it.

You had almost let that poor soul go, because of how scared you were that you'd get caught. But then your eyes met a familiar pair behind an even more familiar pair of glasses. Edward.

Instead of suddenly disappearing, Eddie approached you. The person you had followed into the alley to hurt, if not kill, them soon forgotten.

There was an intensity to his gaze that you hadn't seen before. But you liked it. It was a well-known look to you, as you often saw it in your own reflection.

Off-handedly, he mentioned that the person had gotten away. You simply shrugged. Your anger was long gone. The itch was still there, yes, but manageable.

Edward surprised you, then, by saying that he knew where to find a man you had hurt a couple of months ago. Shortly after you had met Eddie. He asked if you wanted to go and finish the job with him.

It was then, that you felt safe enough to let your mask drop. Acting "normal" around people was exhausting, making you even more prone to losing it over the smallest inconvenience. You loved having the chance of sharing your true self with the man who had wormed his way into your heart and brain so easily.

On your way to the man's home, Edward confessed to stalking you, explaining why you had felt increasingly paranoid. You couldn't be mad at him, nor were you afraid of him. If anything, it strengthened your desire for him.

With blood splatters on your face, you kissed Eddie for the first time. Both of you were panting, not from exertion, but excitement. You were grinning from ear to ear.

[allzelemonz]

DC Comics Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Includes characters from different DC universes such as Arrowverse, Gotham, and Batman 2022

Generic DC/Unspecified Multiverse

Clark Kent

Developing Powers

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbationSummary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.

Slade Wilson

A Test

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, forced masturbation, hand job, anal fingering, left unsatisfied, voyeurism, first time anal penetration Summary: During the usual sparring session of your training Slade gives an unexpected order.

Tie

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘handsome’ Physical Sex: AFAB implied Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, suits and ties, transition process, tying ties, fluff, Slade being nice for once, undercover mission Summary: Slade teaches you to knot your tie.

Breaking Point

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: dubious consent, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, sparing, violence, groping, clothed older man and naked younger man, power imbalance, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, sex toys, prostate massager, somnophilia, fucked so hard you pass out, forehead kisses, cuddling Summary: Showing weakness during training has consequences.

Out

Pronouns: he/him Physical Sex: AFAB Rating: T/Language Warnings: Mentor & protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, transition process, fluff, Slade being nice for once, Ish is a hormone dealer but only for Slade’s kids and apprentices, themes around menstruation are not specific or graphic, background relationship: Ish/Joey Summary: You ran out of hormones, annoyingly causing your cycle to start up again, but you’re stuck on a mission with Slade.

Arrowverse

Eobard Thawne

Fog: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request, fluff with cuddles Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff, tooth rot Warnings: Eobard is a workaholic, Flash obsession Summary: The days when Eobard actually sleeps are perfect, just like this one.

Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Henry King Sr

Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

John Constantine

Headcannons: John Constantine With A Legend Boyfriend

(To be reviewed to standard)

Jordan Mahkent

Hotel Air Conditioning: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

My Cousin Is A Little Intense: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Lex Luthor

CW Lex Luthor X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Batman (2022)

Edward Nashton

Need

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward being needy, mentions of Riddler stuff, light somnophilia with pre-established consent, multiple orgasms for the Reader, oral sex, riding, rough sex, not proof read, very little dialogue, top Reader, bottom Edward Summary: Edward often wakes you up when he’s feeling particularly needy. The trick is figuring exactly how he wants it. So long as he’s dizzy by the end, all is as it should be.

Gotham

Edward Nygma

NSFW Alphabet: Edward Nygma

(To be reviewed to standard)

Dark Side: Edward Nygma X Male Reader

Prompt: Request, bottom reader with ‘Riddler mode’ Ed Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward Nygma’s darker side, rough sex, soft Ed at the end, he’s arguing with himself, counter sex Summary: When you come home Ed’s apartment is a mess and you find your boyfriend a bit out of sorts. It’s nothing you can’t handle.

Jervis Tetch

Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Historic Pronouns: None Mentioned *Reader is a cop and the first female cop in America would have just joined the force around this time so there’s no room for pronoun plot holes, use what you want Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of murder/serial murder, based on the comic not the movie, reader is a cop but a cool one I guess, Reader referred to as an Alice by Hatter, I hope you’ve read the book Summary: 1890s Gotham is facing a new threat after the demise of Jack the Ripper. A madman dressed as the beloved Hatter from a popular storybook who has a pension for playing dress up with the young adults of the city. As an officer working under Inspector Gordon, it’s your job to protect the people.

Oswald Cobblepot

‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Just A Gig: Oswald Cobblepot X NSG Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Headcannons: Oswald Cobblepot When His Significant Other Is Kidnapped

(To be reviewed to standard)

NSFW Alphabet: Oswald Cobblepot

(To be reviewed to standard)

Relax, Boss: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Or Else: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Unbeknownst: Oswald Cobblepot X FTM Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 6: Clothing Swap Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/Mature Themes Warnings: Oswald stays in the closet to get votes, mentions of sex, Ed knows everything and doesn’t hate Oswald, Oswald isn’t in this very much Summary: After a long night of celebration you arrive at the mayor’s office wearing Oswald’s tie. Luckily for you, Edward is a good friend.

[creepling]

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-- if your account involves proana, ed, self-harm, TERF, right-wing politics, or loli/shota, high chances i won't fw you.

-- my fanfics will consist of dark content, smut and kinks. i tag my fanfics accordingly so DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with those subjects. please curate your own online experience, and you are free to block me to avoid my content; i won't take it personally.

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REQUESTING INFORMATION

-- i am a majoritly x reader fanfic writer, but i do ships from time to time.

-- when writing reader i keep fem/gn in mind depending on the work. if you request male reader i'll try my hand at it, but full warning i haven't written male reader before.

-- my inbox is always open, but does not necessarily mean requests are open. i am always patient with my works and each request i accept might take a while to complete.

-- if you send a request, please state what you want in the piece. most notably the scenario and fem/gn/male/gen reader. the work will depend on how much i can write and what inspires me, so it can either be a one-shot, drabble or headcanon. i will state at the beginning which one it ends up being.

-- i also have the right to decline requests i do not want to write. whether that be because i do not think i can do it justice or it goes against my rules. if i decline your ask, it is never personal.

-- please refrain from duplicating asks, i always feel bad when i write a request that another writer is also working on. it makes things awkward.

WHAT I WRITE

age gaps (all 18+), breeding, breath play, cuckholding, corruption, dubcon, dacryphilia, drug use, degradation, femdom, fear play, knife play, kidnapping, mask kink, masturbation, monsterfucking, noncon, overstimulation, pegging, power dynamics, praising, s*x pollen, stepcest, spitting, somnophilia, voyeurism.

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

age play, bestiality, eating disorders, foot fetish, furry, gender dysphoria, race play, smut involving anything with high schools/minor's spaces, suicide, self-harm, scat, vomit, vore (no hate to these categories btw, it's just not my thing).

(reminder these are only for smut and dead dove fanfics, all fluff/angst categories i am fine with)

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

THE BATMAN - batman/bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler, selina kyle/catwoman.

BALDUR'S GATE III - astarion, gale, shadowheart, karlach, haslin, wyll.

DANONATION (PAUL DANO CHARACTERS) - dwayne hoover, eli sunday, edward nashton, jay (okja), pierre bezukhov, calvin weir-fields, klitz.

HORROR SLASHERS - michael myers, jason vorhees, bubba sawyer, ghostface, tommy slater, candyman, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair.

THE LAST OF US - joel miller, ellie willians, abby anderson.

MIDNIGHT MASS - paul hill, sheriff hassan, riley flynn, erin greene.

RESIDENT EVIL - leon s. kennedy, claire redfield, ada wong, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, ashley graham, luis serra navarro, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg.

SUPERNATURAL - sam winchester, dean winchester, azazel, bobby singer, ava wilson

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE GAME - johnny slaughter, sissy slaughter, hands slaughter, danny gaines, leland mckinney, sonny williams, julie crawford, connie taylor, ana flores.

THE BEAR - richie jerimovich, sydney adamu, neil fak, marcus

X-MEN - wolverine, cyborg, beast, rogue, gambit, magneto, nightcrawler, morph, pyro, storm.

(all subject to change!!)

[summercourtship]

as a treat, here's a sneak peek for Ch. 11 of STBOTDI. Of course, this is subject to change because this is still in the beginning stages of being written, forgive any mistakes, blah blah blah.

under the cut for spoilers, but nothing crazy. I just liked this moment lmao.

[wallydarlingsnumber1]

yo yo yo, so like this is just a little idea i’ve kinda had for a while, so i thought i’d bring it up since you’re asking for prompts?

idk if this is too dark, but what if Eddie’s next door neighbor in his apartment was low key depressed, and one day he finds them standing at their window? (as if about to jump out)

from there he would talk to them and get them to step down, and the neighbor quietly thanks him, closes the window, and walks back into their apartment? idk, it’s just a thought :}

EDWARD NASHTON X READER HI ANON!

Lately, all i feel is bad and bruised.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!! (title is from Beach Bunny's "Cloud 9", go listen to the song and some of their other music! give them some luv yall. <3) BTW I ALWAYS WRITE IN A POV OF A CHARACTER(LIKE Y/N OR AKA THE READER AKA YOU) AND SHIFT TO 2ND POV SO IM SORRY- TW; SU1CIDE ATTEMPT, PLEASE, SCROLL IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT. YOU MAY PROCEED!

I went out my room and locked it. Walking past i see the door a bit open. A figure stood by the window open... Y/n? They stood, Just there. They inched closer... and closer. Until they put one of their feet on the railing for the window. "Y/n? What are you doing?" I asked, they turned their head. Their face, tear stained. "Edward?.." They took a quick glace at the window and to me. I walked inside, closing the door and walking to them. I looked up at them, as they turned back. "What...- Were you- Were you thinking of... y'know.." They already know what im meaning by this. Im sure. They slowly nodded. "Y/n. It doesn't have to be like this...You dont have to kill yourself." I tried to assure them. I haven't really known how to deal with these type of times. "Y/n... Get down... This place might aswell be shitty but you can't end shit. There's going to be a day where you'll be free from the pain. Maybe just one day. Its a long road but..-" "Edward... Im tired. im trying Ed. I've been hoping and wishing from the start but it hasn't happened." They sobbed. "There's better ways, please. Spare your life here... i know its tough, but you cant end everything like this. Gotham is a rough place, but one day there might be a way for you to get out. Or if the government is going to actually realize the corruption and destruction they have caused upon this city." The second option was something he wanted to nudge at what he was, really, a 'villian', they'd say mean things. When all he'd want to do is clean this city's fuckery. I watch them slowly climb down the window, as i shut the window. I look at them with a gentle smile and ask if a hug was alright for them, they nod and cry on my shoulder. "Thank you..." they said whilst letting go, the words being only muttered, but since it was quite quiet you could easily hear them. I hope this doesn't happen again.

[marvelmaniac2000]

Summary: You ask Eddie for a little advice. He always knows what’s best for you. 

Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader (Y/N) 

Subject: Pussy eating (oral sex), intercourse P in V, mild rough sex, missionary sex, strip tease, video cam sex, foreplay, kissing, 

18+ Only!!! MINORS DNI/WILL BE BLOCKED

(this is a little something I wrote, I know everyone else has their own cam girl smut/stories out, I guess here's my lil rendition.)

Words: 1.1k+

   Edward sat awkwardly on your apartment couch. You pace back and forth in front of him. You had on skin tight boxer shorts with a loose fitted tank top. It was late evening  and you unexpectedly texted him to come over to hear you rant about your boring life problems. You pause in front of him and sighed in relief. He held his laptop in one hand and continued to watch you adorably worry about practically almost everything in your life. To him your life was ok, what was there to freak out about? 

   “Well maybe you should find a second hustle that you kinda like doing? Maybe dog sitting for someone you know?” Eddie push the rim of his glasses up and try to revert his eyes from your thick thighs. 

You plot yourself next to him and look into his eyes. “Eddie. No way is it safe to walk around this city walking dogs. This place is too crowded, you of all people should know that.”  

 “I mean you can just stay at the person’s place and dog watch them there” he replied. 

  “That’s true..But I'd rather stay at home, and do something online” You adjust your stance and sit crossed leg in front him on the sofa. “Can I be honest with you for a second?” Eddie typed something on his screen and a Cam girl site appeared. 

“I think you shouldn’t let all that beauty go to waste. You should start an account. A girl like you would make loads of money..” 

  “Can I see?” You reached over and looked at the website. It seemed too much of a risk to take and expose such imitate parts of your body. “I kinda wouldn’t mind doing it but I don’t want to show my face.” Eddie looked at you with his big cutie eyes. “ I’ll be your biggest fan, I will make sure everything is ok, and you don’t have to show your face.”  

You light up a little and wrap your arms around his neck. “ As long as you say it’s ok Eddie” you grinned and pecked him on the cheek. 

    Later on in the evening Eddie helped you set up the background of your place to keep it looking mysterious and out of detection. 

  “Are you sure about this Ed?” 

“I’m positive” he looked at you and sat on the edge of your bed. 

 “Maybe we should make a demo or something before I start” you walk over to him and climb on to his lap. 

  You slowly straddled his hips and looked into his eyes. “I think that would be a great idea” he whispered back. 

  You bite your bottom lip and turn on the live cam. 

 “Wait.. I want to hold it” he took it gently out of your hand. He meddled with some of the buttons as you watched, raising your eyebrows and smiled at his cuteness. 

“Whatever you want Eddie…” You would never say no to your Edward. 

   Eddie was actually much taller than you but his baggy plaid jacket made him seem a lot less 

intimidating. “Um you should get on the bed first” he instructed and began to film you slowly crawling onto the bed behind him.

  “Ok..then should I do something like… this?’’ you smirked and lowered your shorts revealing a lace thong. You kept your eyes on Eddie and threw them in his direction. Eddie walked closer to the bed and grinned. He watch you turn over and push your bottom up for him to grab. You bite your bottom lip hoping from him to touch you more. “Come on Eddie I know you can do more than that baby” You kneel in front of him and kiss him on the lips all hot and bothered. Eddie sat the camera down on the bed and kissed you back. “You have no idea” he breathed. 

 “Try me” you whispered. Eddie sheepishly slid his hand under your tank top and squeezed your fluffy breast. You moan as he gently lays kisses on the crook of your neck. That isn’t something you would suspect from him but Eddie was the only true friend you knew the best. Eddie instructed you. His mouth caressed down toward your stomach and slowly pushed your lace underwear down.He always wanted to taste you. He wasn’t sure why, but his neediness for your approval and wanting your pure attention drove him in madness. 

   “Eddie don’t-” you said

 “No I want every part of you (Y/N) please” he kissed your stomach and devoured his mouth between your wetness.  

   You mouth breathed a moan feeling his hot tongue swirl between your clit. You squeeze onto the sheets feeling him give no mercy to your aching core. Eddie grew more hungry, feeling you squirm between his touch. 

  “Just like that?” Eddie stuck one finger around your clit while still riding his tongue inside you. You whimper wanting him more. You buck your hips to his mouth feeling a wave of pleasure sweep inside you. You roam your fingers in between his greasy brown locks. 

   “Please Eddie” you whimper feeling yourself reach your high. 

   “Not yet” Eddie continues to rub your clit in circular motions. Eddie positions himself above you and sucks on your hardened nipples. 

   “Look at you so needy” Eddie’s eyes showed a different version of himself that sent you over. He reached down with his same hand to insert a digit inside your entrance. You let out a gentle moan and threw your head back feeling pure bliss. Eddie gave the other nipple the same treatment sucking the milk dry of your perk breast. 

   “Mmm You’re so perfect” Eddie tongue kisses you while pushing his two digits further inside you. 

   “(Y/N) I’m in love with you” Eddie nibbled and sucked onto your luscious lower lip. Your fingertips  traveled down to his neck caressing on to his back trying to savor this moment. You grinded against his bulge that pressed against your inner thigh. Eddie pushed his weight off of you and undid his pants and his baggy sweater. You could tell he was nervous about his size but that didn’t matter to you. 

   Eddie positioned himself between your legs and entered inside you. You eagerly adjusted your hips to his waist and moaned, feeling him inside you. “Don’t worry you’re just right” you mumbled wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie's pace was slow and aching. You whimper feeling him stroke your walls. Eddie pressed your wrist down and pushed into you harder. 

  You were taken aback by his roughness but it felt even more animalistic. You gasp feeling him thrust harder into your core. “Am I hurting you?”  Eddie slowed his pace. “Keep going” you breathed. Eddie leaned down and licked and nibbled at your ear. “I’m not stopping until you cum” he breathed, his voice turned into not Edward but someone you knew as the riddler. 

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