#Edward nashton x oc

[truecobblepot]

missing my boyfriend hours

[bazingerrr]

Kiss #57 (But they still overthink like it’s #1)

[danosrosegarden]

sex, drugs, etc. - amy price x edward nashton (NSFW) ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{contains: descriptions of smoking weed/being high, established trust/consent, descriptions of intox kink, oral sex (fem receiving), and a handjob.}

note: oh hey, here's that gotham oc i was talking about awhile ago! i hope you like her. please. from now on, feel free to request anything with amy!

"Hold it, hold it, hold it!"

Edward's reddened, forest green eyes were glazed over with glossy sheets of tears as he coughed hard, a cloudy puff of smoke bursting out from his mouth.

Amy was a good smoke buddy. She'd laugh at Eddie's inability to hold his smoke for more than a few seconds, but her presence still comforted him. She would dance with him when he was feeling the mile high elation and would pet his hair and shush him when he was feeling the gnawing paranoia. She was good for braving new storms in general, always so willing to hold his hand and dive into the abyss together.

His crush was abounding and hopeless, needless to say. There was no way the breathtaking mess that was Amy Price had time for the mushy gushy romance that Edward Nashton daydreamed about. It ripped his heart into bloody, jagged pieces, the thought that he'd never be able to have her in the way he really wanted. But what he had with her now was beautiful. Being her friend was a rollercoaster, a bright, supernova explosion...damn it, it was just fun to be her friend. So he would continue to buy weed from her and help her dye her hair in her bathroom and watch scary movies with her at midnight and he'd do it all with a smile on his face, never expecting more than what he already was blessed with. He couldn't afford to fuck it up.

Amy giggled as Edward shook his head rapidly. Droplets of tears poured from his eyes as he exploded into a guttural cough. "Gettin' better," Amy bit sarcastically as she waved away his smoke.

She was lucky enough to be one of two residents in her small complex. This wasn't without reason, though. The paint was peeling and the area was sketchy. Then again, what area of Gotham wasn't infected?

Her apartment reeked of a nauseating mix of weed and YSL perfume, but there was also something undeniably alluring about it to Edward. The trailing scent that Amy left on his jacket had served as shameful masturbation material for months now. God, he needed her. He'd take each little fragment, every little piece from the trail she left. Every hug that lingered a little bit too long to be considered just friendly. Every sly smile she'd thrown at him while watching the high wash over him. You're so cute when you're high, Eddie, she'd say, and he would have her smokey words memorized almost instantly to replay in his mind for later.

She was doing it on purpose. She had to be, right? She knew how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger. She knew that he'd do anything to make her smile, to see her happy. And deep down in her mind, she knew he'd do anything she asked him to. He'd humiliate himself. He'd be her bitch. It was all about her, and she knew it.

But he never expected to actually hear it, which is why he nearly went into cardiac arrest when Amy asked if he was a virgin one night while they were listening to records in her room.

"I...I'm sorry?" Edward managed to choke out.

"You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable," Amy mumbled. "But I had an idea."

For fuck's sake. Edward was already in danger of fainting from the sheer percentage of blood rushing to his dick. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I am. Why?"

A dusting of pink brushed itself across Amy's cheeks. Edward cracked a smile; it was a little sweet to see Amy finally falter in some way. She was so carefree and confident that many times Edward had wondered if there was anything that could make her blush or break. He had never once considered that it might be him.

"If you wanted it to be...I don't fucking know dude, special? With someone who really cared about you? Then. Y'know..."

He was really going to faint. He was sure of it now.

Amy took the look of whiplashed shock on his face as apprehension, disgust. "I'm so sorry. Man, it was stupid for me to even bring up. I'm a dumbass. I'm sorry, Ed."

Edward shook his head rapidly as Daniel Johnston continued to drone from Amy's dusty record player in the corner.

"No, no, it's not stupid. That's...that's really kind of you."

Amy peered up at him from where her eyes were drilling into the ground shamefully. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Edward nodded. "Just kinda scared, that's all."

Amy nodded.

They sat together for awhile in the gentle quiet. Edward thought about the times where Amy had paid for their restaurant food when his card declined. Or the times she'd driven him out of the city and to somewhere with clear lakes and thick-leafed, lush green trees. Or the times he had laughed with her until they were crying, the times she'd hummed him to sleep when the blood-stained nightmares came crawling into his brain. He had never had the courage to say it out loud or even entertain the thought of it for more than a few passing seconds, but in this moment, he was sure of it: he loved her.

"S'really not as scary as people hype it up to be," Amy said, breaking Edward from his rushing waterfall of thoughts.

He shook his head. "Easy for you to say."

Amy scoffed. "Callin' me a slut? I've been around the block, can't deny it."

She scooched closer to Edward. His cheeks burned. "But it's never mattered like it would matter with you. Unless you don't want any strings attached. I'd understand that."

Edward sensed a pang of disappointment ringing in Amy's voice, and his heart lurched. Never in a million years did he suspect Amy would want something more with him. Maybe just for fun on a drunken, sloppy night. But she meant it. She was serious. Jesus. This is the part where he really passes out this time.

It seemed Amy could sense the strings of tension tugging on Edward's heart. "Hey, I got another idea. How about we get high, and then it happens."

Edward laughed and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "That's your solution to every problem, huh, is just to get high?"

"Not every problem! Look, I was just thinking like this: when you get high, you normally begin to stop giving a fuck about most things. If you're high, you have less to worry about. Your brain can just go on autopilot. You can just be."

Edward nodded. Despite the raging thundercracks of anxiety rippling through his body, it did sound nice. To be able to shut his worries off and just let it happen.

Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Alright."

A grin spread itself wide across Amy's face. "Alright then. Hey, you stoplight me. Say red if you ever wanna stop. Red and it's done and we don't talk about it again. Yeah?"

A firecracker burst of energy and color exploded in his gut as he realized it: it was actually going to happen. That thing that he had dreamed about each night as he rutted into his hand and let his pitiful whines slip out from his throat. It was happening.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It was raining, the night that it happened. They laid together on Amy's bed, the lights dim and the lofi music crackling on low. Edward listened to the sounds of the dark thunderclouds rumbling and the cold droplets of water pinging against the windows as Amy kissed him and rubbed a soft, gentle hand against the skin of his thigh. His hands trembled as they found a spot on the curve of her hips. He was sure she could feel how painfully hard he already was, and half expected her to laugh in that cruel cackle she always let loose. But she was soft with him. She kissed him gently and pet his head sweetly and God, if it had been possible to fall for her any harder, Edward was there.

Edward's head swam as Amy pulled away. "You remember?" she asked, her voice low and gravelly. "Red and we stop."

Edward felt the time around him liquefy as he blinked and nodded.

A deep warmth crackled and popped in his stomach like a burning campfire as Amy pulled down the boxers she was wearing. She ran a finger up and down her cunt, and Edward let a single, small gasp escape from him as she held the finger out. It was glistening in the dim, orange lampshade light, and he felt his own precum dribbling down to his thigh.

Amy grasped for the bedsheets as Edward dipped down to latch his tongue onto her. Her hips swiveled around as Edward sighed into her. He couldn't help the crooked grin that plastered itself across his face as he lapped gently at her clit. Her quiet little gasps and soft sighs went straight to the tightening knot balling up in his stomach. He'd never really stepped out of the dark in his life before. It was always the cold, the black, the grime, the grit, the pain...but her. There would never be a beam of warm, sparkling, assuaging sunshine like her. Maybe through this, he was finally doing something that felt right. Something just. Something good.

Amy laced her fingers through Edward's tangled hair and tugged. He whimpered at the burning shoots of pain that shot through his scalp. He wondered if Amy's brain was melting like he felt his was. Maybe she got high so often that she was just used to it at that point. But to Edward, this was enchantment. This was bewitchment. This was trust like he had never imagined possible. This was magic.

Amy pulled Edward's face away from her dripping cunt and motioned for him to sit back up.

He did as he was told swiftly, and Amy tugged on the elastic waistband of his boxers.

"You tell me."

Edward nodded rapidly. "Green."

She pulled the waistband down and gently wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, spreading the glistening pearls of precum around his shaft. Edward closed his eyes, feeling the crashing waves of his high and his pleasure washing through his whole body. The warmth of them both swam around his brain and poured down into his curling toes as Amy slowly pumped her hand up and down.

Everything around him was dripping into one melting pot: the different flecks of grassy green in Amy's sparkling eyes. The droning music pouring from the record player. The spattering rain drizzling from outside. Out there was cold and dark and reminded Edward of the nights he'd spent sick with nausea and nightmares. But here, inside Amy's glowing room, his body pressed against hers...in here was safe.

Safe. What a concept. It always felt right out of his grasp, just an inch out of his reach. But that was the right word for what he felt with her. He felt safe.

[alexxmason]

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?

Got to commission @xang-yyumi for this cute and gorgeous piece of my little angels! They look so amazing, every detail and the little hearts! 💕

[venusjr-12doctor]

THE RIDDLERS LOVER - CHAPTER 2.

THE SWAMP.

A/N:

This whole day has been... man, i dont think i would ever be the same again. I fucking love you everybody who showed me their support, i really love this fandom of crazy bitches who are obsessed with a 40 year old meow meow white man <3333

But thanks to all the movement and support, i decided to post the second chapter of this story for all those who showed me wrong that nobody would care, it means the world QnQ. I would post the third one tomorrow, and maybe not-that-soon the fourth (bc i dont have the drawings done). But with it, you would have the full body of work of the first part of three:

First part: The crystal box.

Second part: The apartment.

Third part: The new villains.

So, THANK YOU SO MUCH i would read and listen to anything you want me to tell, im a whore for gays and women <3333

[valorieblogzz]

So uhm i got silly,,,

[doublyee]

puppy ahh🦮

[starshinesluvr]

Hi, I need someone to squish Edwards round cheeks like an auntie at christmas, can you help?

OF COURSE!! christmas came early... hes so very squishy

extra doodles + selfship art under cut!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^)

my favorite crazed guy ♡

[necrominn]

it's not even art block i'm like severely mentally ill i can't do shit so have these ed doodles

that on the right was an eli sketch but whatever

i hate his fucking glasses i hate drawing glasses goooooddamn his mother birthed a mole

[trevolinesmelody]

I try to draw comfort art but IDK WHY I cant like it, maybe its Eddie Jacket, idk, mmmmmmmmmmmmm

[truecobblepot]

look at those roommates to lovers losers

[riddlerautism]

felt like drawing my oc with eddie again :3

[mimikw]

Edward x y/n doodl

This is crappy cus i started in a rush and i didn't put much effort to it and I'm really tired and not having the feels rn ok bye

[alexxmason]

Ambition

Paring: Edward Naston/Riddler x Ariel Herrera (OC)

Word count: 2100+ // Ao3

Warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol use, vague mentions of violence, smoking, subtle dry humping. No beta/ disregard errors.

A/N: I have worked on this from time to time and finally finished this 😩 not totally happy w it but I missed these two so much, and just glad to have some kinda writing out.

The rain was a little refreshing on her hot skin. All the dancing and her few drinks had Ariel’s blood pumping, but she didn’t forget her purpose at the Iceberg Lounge. As she made her way out, Ariel slipped on her heavy coat and tucked her purse inside with her important intel. Her hair grew more wet and sticky as she walked towards her car just a block away in the rain.

Not a heavy rain but enough to make the roads and streets slick. The streetlights glistened as she looked up at them. Her brown eyes glanced around to a shortcut, her regular one, the alleyway that cuts through and straight to her parking space.

Ariel knew how Gotham was by now and knew which spaces were safe to navigate through, so she began trekking through the dimly lit space.

No one was out on their fire escapes, likely due to the rain, and just some vehicles parked along the walls. It’s the same scene as it always was when she passed through this alley.

Her eyes were still fixed up at the lights on in the apartment buildings. Likely families, Ariel wondered. Maybe husbands kissing their spouses, mothers reading to their children. Or fathers neglecting their families.

Or dealers, smugglers, and worse. She knew this block. Ariel grew up on it and was aware of the transgressions. It made Ariel hateful, bitter, and full of disgust that this was her home. The neglect left a deep hate inside her.

Nothing changed. This city has never changed since Thomas Wayne’s promise and his demise. While she was at The Iceberg Lounge, Ariel watched politicians enter the Below 44 club and exit high or drunk while people were on the streets, asking for a dime. And it made her sick to her stomach. How they could be with strangers while their spouses tucked in their children and their community begged for scraps.

Gotham City was still so poisonous and dark. A cancerous thing in need of a serious shift.

This place needed a drastic change. Things only get worse every year and now there was a costumed menace brutalizing people down on their luck while the rich and powerful kept partying. Ariel didn’t see what Edward did in him. But she believed in his plans to shake and reshape Gotham. Extreme measures but it would ensure change and justice. And Ariel wanted the front-row seat when it happens.

Ariel only heard her own heels clicking and splashing into each puddle as she went on down the way. Almost close to the end she heard cracks of thunder that shook the air around her and caused Ariel to jump and almost scream, but it was a hand around her right wrist that caught her full attention.

Before she could completely focus, she was pulled into a covered parking space. Only Ariel immediately relaxed and even smiled when she recognized the surprise person.

A familiar man. One that got her blood hot all over again when she caught soft green eyes behind clear lenses and Edward’s semi-wet hair sticking closely to his face from the rain.

Firm gloved hands gently held onto her covered biceps, “Did you get everything?” He almost ignores when she already tried to press into him.

Ariel still smirked and nodded, “I could’ve killed you, you know?” She was happy to see him as she always was. A hint of giddiness behind her eyes when he catches Ariel’s gaze.

“I think I was a little faster,” he huffed. His breathing was almost shaky, raspy. She had wondered where he had been but Ariel never asked. Whatever his business was, she knew it was important.

Ariel reached into her coat and retrieved a recorder and camera. A small one, one she could conceal and given to her by Edward for these reasons.

When he requested she’d head to the club, she assumed he would meet her there. Maybe they’d do this reconnaissance together, Edward didn’t have to dance with her or drink. He could just be with Ariel. Watch her.

After retrieving a cigarette and her lighter from her purse, Ariel recognized his vehicle just by them. A single car underneath an empty garage built into the building. Into the foundation and perfectly shrouding Edward’s car from the rain a bit. So she went to sit atop the hood as it peeked out from its parking while he looked through the camera. With a flick of her lighter, she inhaled deeply to ignite the cigarette between her lips and took a long drag as she sat back a little. Eyeing her man as he focused on all the intel she had gathered.

Ariel rested on her arm while she went on with her smoke, “He’s there with her. They’re all there actually. Fucking and partying.”

“I see that,” he’s almost too quiet. Edward’s voice hushed when he said, “You did well. This.. is just what I needed.”

It was enough to keep his plans on track and everything he could use for his extreme blackmail. Ariel watched his face almost brighten and his chest rises with the very thoughts of what he could do with this information. So driven, she adored that about him. His ambitions and his passion for his cause. That fire and ache for justice.

It excited her.

As it continued to drizzle, Ariel’s straightened hair curled only a little due to the humid air while she leaned a little back to obscure herself from the rain. Her fur coat now wet and heavier than before, it motivated her to shake it off a bit. Freeing her shoulders now to the crisp air. Ariel only trembled a little with the breeze. Her bare legs were exposed to elements from her short dress but she hadn’t planned on seeing Edward so soon.

It didn't go unnoticed when he finally brought his attention from his pictures to her, his soft eyes snapping up and gazing at Ariel through the fogging lens. Watching her form, every curve, and how her chest moved with each inhale of her cigarette.

Ariel wasn’t dressed extravagantly. Just something tight and maybe too short. A black dress with spaghetti straps, the leather slick from the rain. Her mascara and eyeliner only smudged some from the poor weather.

Still such a sight to him.

“You looked like you were having fun.”

“So you were there after all?” She was almost surprised when he said yes. It made Ariel smile a little while she leaned back and rested on her elbows. Propping her legs up just a bit.

“Did you have fun?” he asked his girlfriend while also reaching for the lit cigarette between her fingers. Taking a drag and inhaling deeply before releasing the smoke from his lungs and putting her cigarette back to her lips when she nodded to him.

“I did,” Ariel smiled after a drag. Her dark eyes locked on to him as she took another hit, “Did you enjoy watching me?”

After he put out the smoke and his intel-packed camera, Edward made his way to the front of the hood. Almost towering over her while he said, “I did..”

Such a simple thing to admit brought some thrill over Ariel. Her body grew warm once again watching his eyes scanned her body and met her gaze.

His sweet face was only slightly red as Ariel stared at him with such a soft smile. It was playful, taunting him even when she spread her knees apart slowly and said, “You always love to watch me.”

Edward nodded, the rain easing up but his dark coat was wet and his glasses had the same vague haze.

But even with his slick hair and the dark atmosphere, Ariel continued her teasing, “I wish you were there with me.”

He should be with her more. Edward loved Ariel and did what she wanted to keep her entertained and content, but his work lately has been keeping him occupied. She was growing more antsy. Lonesome and bored.

Edward watched her closely, his eyes locking onto hers but he shrugged, “I have a lot to do..” His reason for dismissing her lately. It was not untrue, but it did make her feel so lonely.

“But I just miss you so much,” Ariel’s dress was already riding up just a little more than it’s intended length. Her bare thighs were exposed to the cold winds but it didn't sway her. Not when she was pulling her dress up just a little more, “But I also know you’re too busy for me.”

With those small words, Ariel’s legs spread just a bit more with the leathered covered hands gently grazing her flesh.

Before Edward could entertain her, he told her maybe he should go. He had to continue his plans, whatever that meant, Ariel didn’t know what it was this time. She only knew what he allowed her to know. But she didn’t mind, she trusted him.

Unfortunately, for him, she wouldn’t be dismissed at this moment.

Edward still stood over Ariel, “I won’t be busy for much longer,” an honest answer, he only needed a bit more time. But when she sighed, rolling her eyes, Edward leaned over her. Moving more closely and putting his hands on each side of her.

Her gaze was intense as she said, “You keep saying that. But I feel so neglected and I get so… bored.”

“I hope you’re not bored of me,” he asked with a touch of curiosity in his green eyes when Ariel shook her head.

“No, I just wished you could pay attention to me more.”

When he settled on top of her, between her thighs and with his hips pressed against hers, Ariel’s eyes almost lit up with anticipation.

A smile grew on her lips and her slender hands snaked into his jacket, underneath his shirt. Her nails were already digging into his pale skin when he said, “I’ll make it up to you. You know that?” Ariel nodded and her man buried his slightly flushed face in her neck. Sighing deeply when he could feel a soft hum from her chest. Her throat vibrated against his lips when he planted the most tender kiss along her skin. Groaning quietly to himself when Ariel’s hold grew tighter, more desperate to hold her man closely.

“Why can’t you just do it already?” A fast change in her voice but not her body. Not when she was wiggling into him, her hips grinding with his own desperate movements.

“You know I can’t..” his hands held onto her shoulders, pulling her more into him when she was still so desperately moving against him, “Not yet.”

“Why not?” She asked with a firmness in her tone. Edward stopped his movements when she did, and her hands slithered from his shirt to his slick hair to gently tug his face up to hers.

“You have the means, this is what you’ve been working toward?”

“I have a plan. You know what I’m doing is to-” he couldn’t finish his sentence before his girlfriend cut him off.

“You could do it yourself. You could take them all down at once. They’re all in there, right now..” Ariel propped herself up on her elbows and glared at Edward. Her tone was harsh and stern even.

The light thunder and the hands on her thighs didn’t change her mood.

“You know I would help you. I can help you,” Ariel reminded him.

Edward had methods and was preparing for something big. She knew it, Ariel knew the plans but Edward was brilliant and strategic. He didn’t need anyone’s help like he planned.

“Ary, it’s not the plan.”

“But Edward, think about it,” a hand reached out to him, and Ariel pulled him to her again. Just as they were before, “You have the manpower, now, don’t you? You think you’re not strong enough but you are. Ed, you could take over right now.”

The sounds of the fading storm and crisp wind kept Ariel calm but she knew she was right. As much as she loved how driven Edward was and that fire inside him, she felt like he was going down his path too slowly. Waiting for someone else to join his fight even, but Ariel found it a waste of time.

He was almost embracing her now, sighing to himself when she kissed his jaw as he said, “No, we need to expose them,” he let out soft groans, “Ruin them and show everyone the truth.”

“Is that justice?” Ariel asked him with her hands still gently pulling at his hair, “Don’t give them a chance. No one ever gave you or me or anyone else a chance.”

Her hips wiggled into his some when he nodded to her words, and said with a slight breathy groan, “I know. But you’ll see. It’ll be worth it when they’re all dead..”

[venusjr-12doctor]

THE RIDDLERS LOVER - CHAPTER 1

THE NYMPH IN THE LABYRINTH

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022), The Riddler: Year One Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Edward Nygma/Original Female Character(s), Edward Nashton/Original Female Character, The Riddler/Original Female Character(s), The riddler/Paul Dano Characters: Edward Nygma, The Riddler, Edward Nashton, Original Female Character(s), Officer Martinez (The Batman Movie 2022), Jim Gordon (DCU), Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Graphic descriptions of violence, Dark romance (Im not shitting about this one), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Catholic Guilt, Past Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Stalking, Toxic Relationship, Childhood Friends, Trigger warning: Priests and nuns, The female lead is a serial killer, Virgin Edward, Touch starved Edward, Breeding Kink, Urophilia (Just a little...), Masochism, Sadism, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Loss of Virginity, depictions of torture, Heavy BDSM, male penetration, Yes he gets pegged :), The female lead is a femme fatal, Edward is a bisexual and i would die on that hill, Its so fun writting about trauma, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, autistic Edward, Eventually there would be romance but first smut and trauma, OC its A VILLAIN, Fluff and Angst, tons of angst, Both love to hurt each other its their kink, Rope Bondage, They despise the other, But they literally cannot live without the other, Schizophrenia, I hope i write about it... in a decent way?, Stockholm Syndrome, they are both switch, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Maybe im missing some other tags, But this fic has intense BDSM and a lot of kinks...

  Summary:

Against everybody would think, Edward Naston had only one friend in his entire life, and the same one that owns his soul. Emiliana Guzman grew up with him in the Gotham orphanage since the tragic accident that made her lose everything. Foster and foreign, Edward gives it a shot on his curiosity and offers to teach her english.

After ten years without contact, Edward finds her again, changed and beautifully lethal. Emiliana is a serial killer, and she is behind the same target Edward wants. ‘What would you do if your best friend became better than you at everything? Would you let her have what is your life purpose or destroy her?’

A/n:

Hi! I dont know how this really works, and everytime i see others peoples works with all those gifs and flashing lights scare the shit out of me xd. Im an old victorian lady by heart, so im doing my best trying to publish this shit xd. I would love to see your comments and your thoughts <3 (im sorry my drawings sucks, i just started drawing in digital this july). 

[doublyee]

I want to draw him more chubby but I have to stick with the reference & the first girl is my DnD oc ‘Elishah Cain’ and the 2nd zombie boy is ‘Dwayne Brooks’

More art from my class. Most of them are not finished, I’m struggling to meet a deadline😭