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pyfilove · 11 days

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Perhaps the topic in this fanfiction is sensitive but... damn... IT'S TOO GOOD

I DID IT I WROTE A FANFICTION

it only sat in my drafts for like 6 weeks

NSFW!!!!

Warning- uhh creepy age gap, dubious/non consent, gun kink, and dom Riddler cause I can’t do anything else <3

And don’t judge too hard I’m still trying to get better at writing lolz

Everything has been so bleak and depressing for me lately. It felt like no guy ever gave me a chance- even when I put myself out there. Gotham High School was large- and yet, not a single person showed interest in me. It left me despondent and depressed. That could also just be chalked up to senioritis though.

The subway ride home was a long one. I keep my headphones on and listen to my favorite artist. I give an occasional glance to the other passengers, but otherwise try to keep my head down. The world outside speeds by, bleak and dreary. It feels like it’s been raining for days on end at this point, but I suppose that’s just how Gotham is: a constantly gray sky and dark, wet concrete.

The walk home is just as plain as it is everyday; save for a strange, creeping paranoia lurking in the corners of my mind. I look behind me, but, obviously, no one is ever there.

I go through the motions of the evening: eat in my room, shower, wash my face, get in bed. I feel so apathetic to it all. Always the same. Everything is gray.

Whatever, maybe things will be better tomorrow.

—

Except I don’t make it that far. I’m ripped out of a peaceful slumber by the sudden inability to breathe. My eyes shoot open, but I don’t immediately comprehend what’s happening besides the fact that there’s a hand on my throat. All I see is a shadow looming over me, barely lit by my window. My brain is having a hard time understanding the situation, so I don’t scream- just some unintentional whimpering. The hand tightens slightly.

“Quiet. Don’t make a sound.”

The voice of my assailant is surprisingly soft. But it’s still extremely scary. My mom is sleeping in just the next room, all I have to do is be loud enough for her to wake up. However, things worsen when I watch him pull a gun and put it to my head. So no screaming then. Fuck.

Finally I’m more able to make out the form of the man above me. He’s wearing glasses, a scary green mask, and a thick looking parka. I can’t make out much besides that though. I’m not sure what that mask is, but god is it terrifying in the dark.

Before I can keep thinking though, his hand moves from my throat to begin pulling down the blanket. I have a nasty habit of falling asleep either completely naked or with just a Tshirt on. Tonight I did have a Tshirt, but obviously it won’t do me much good. All I can hear, as he continues pulling the blanket down then my shirt up, is heavy breathing behind the mask.

“You have no idea- no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” he mutters.

My thoughts are becoming disorganized. He wants me… It’s such a foreign feeling at this point. And, even though his hands are wrapped with nitrile gloves, his touch is so so sweet. I’m almost ridiculously touch starved, so each little caress feels like fire. I try to stifle my feelings because DUH! I’m not gonna let this literal home intruder know that I’m feeling some type of way.

His hand starts to greedily grope at my breasts. It’s really uncomfortable and kind of hurts. He’s touching me without any sort of care or consideration, like he’s getting carried away. He really pushes the gun into the side of my head, feeling like stabbing on the sensitive part of my head. I grit my teeth and use all my willpower to not make a single sound.

That is until his hands start to travel lower and he sits back further on my thighs, keeping them slightly spread. My breath hitches as his hands stroke down the curve of my waist, and lower. A gloved finger probes its way between my legs and folds. I whine softly, without thinking. His finger feels good.

“Oh. I didn’t realize you were a little slut.”

A terrifying giggle comes from the shadowed figure. It’s a deeply unsettling sound. My face is burning from shame. I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by some insane home invader. But as he starts to push his finger in and out, then add one more, I don’t think I care too much (maybe I’m stupid). I moan softly. God, I hope my parents aren’t awake.

“God, look at you… you- heheh- you love it! My fingers go in so… easily…”

He stares for a moment, seemingly entranced by the sight. Then suddenly, it seems like he’s run out of patience. His hand retreats from between my legs, and just sorta shoves the gun to the side, letting it fall onto the messy floor of my room. Then, the sound of a belt being unbuckled. My stomach is filled with dread and anticipation. I watch him pull the belt out with one, long gesture. It’s slow, almost like he’s trying to elicit a reaction from me. But I stay silent and still, as if that’ll help me somehow. His erect dick is freed from the black cargo pants and fuck, this is definitely gonna hurt. I wasn't necessarily expecting anything, but… damn, I was definitely not expecting THAT.

But I stay silent and still. I’m not thinking much, just mentally bracing myself for what comes next. My breaths are soft, almost nonexistent. I can’t really tell if I’m enjoying this, even a bit. I just know that what happens next is inevitable. His gloved hands grab onto the back of my thighs and press me backwards, folding me. It’s uncomfortable and vulnerable. I squeeze my eyes shut. But one of his hands leaves my leg and grabs my chin, squeezing my cheeks together.

“Stop that. Look at me.” He says, voice cold and stern. I figure it’s probably better to not make more trouble for myself, so I open my eyes to look at him. The combination of the glasses and mask make him look altogether inhuman, especially in the dark.

He enters me slowly, breathing heavily. I whine. It hurts. I squirm against his hand and finally begin trying to push him off, out. When his hips meet mine, he moans, I let out a dry sob. I feel full, lie he's deep inside, pressing against my cervix.

“Goddammit- stop. You were being so good for me before, just- just stop struggling.” His voice is a panicked whisper, mixed with so much lust.

Slowly, his hips begin to move. I make pitiful little pained grunts and whines, still trying in vain to push him away. He’s a brick wall keeping me down on the bed. I’m not conscious of how loud I'm being anymore, and eventually, he gets fed up with it.

“I- I said-” he covers my mouth with his hand and squeezes as hard as he can. “Be quiet. If your mother wakes up, I’ll- fuck…” He keeps moving his hips, but he's getting faster now. “I’ll slit her throat then finish you off…” He groans, seemingly enjoying the thought. Obviously, I’m horrified and trying my best to keep quiet through all the pain- however difficult that may be.

He speeds up more. It feels like a bruise is forming deep inside me. I’m kept pressed into the bed by his hand on my mouth and thigh, though. Based on the way his head rolls back and his hands push harder, he’s starting to get lost in the feeling. He gets rougher. My breathing is strained, barely stopping me from crying out.

But finally, his rhythm becomes ragged and he moans again, this time sounding more like a mix between a whine and a sob. Then his hips stop. He pulls out, giving me instant relief. I shudder at the slick feeling of it.

My body and mind are exhausted; I don’t yet process the fact that he definitely came inside of me. My eyes droop. It’s impossible to understand anything I’m feeling except… tired. I vaguely hear the sounds of him cleaning himself up, before he leans down and presses the mouthpiece of the mask to my forehead. Like a kiss.

“You were so good for me… do you think you can keep being good? Keep this our little secret?” His voice is soft, but still slightly menacing.

With eyes half lidded, I nod my head. I’m just on the edge of sleep again, and it all feels like a bad dream. A bad dream that left a nasty bruise on my cervix that aches as I lay there.

“Good… good… go to sleep, baby. You've had a long night.” His voice seems almost warm as I fall asleep. Almost comforting.

I close my eyes. My mind drifts. When I wake up, he’ll be gone. I’ll have to pretend it was a nightmare and try to forget.

But deep down… I’m excited that something happened.

Finally, something not so…

gray.

#edward nashton #the riddler #fanfic #edward nashton x reader #writing #writers on tumblr

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pyfilove · 11 days

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How cute he is here 💞💞💞💞

In pathetic men we trust(and thrust)💪💪💪

#edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #dano riddler

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pyfilove · 11 days

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I wonder if you would like to read not a big fan fiction about not the mutual love of Edward to Y / N? I just got a little idea

#edward nashton #the riddler #paul dano #the batman 2022 #edward nashton x reader #writing #writers on tumblr

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pyfilove · 12 days

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My dream wall???

dano wall

does danonation exist on tumblr? you would assume that of all places it would be most prominent on tumblr but ive yet to see very much on here that wasn't just dano riddler. anyways, do we fw the dano wall?

#paul dano #the riddler #edward nashton

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pyfilove · 12 days

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It's so cute, I can't take my eyes off it

for the cancelled riddlebat zine

#edward nashton #riddlebat #fanart

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pyfilove · 13 days

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⊹⊱《 Headcanons: Edward Nashton 》⊰⊹ NSFW

Note: Riddler is missing from these headcanons for the reason that these headcanons are related to my future fanfictions where Edward's alterego does not feature. Also in the future there will be a separate collection of headcanons for Riddler.

Note 2: I don't know English well and I use a translator, so sometimes the text may not be written correctly

Warning: Smoking; alcohol; mention of suicide and thoughts of self-harm; binding; strangulation; humiliation; dominance/submission; obscene language; oral sex; masturbation; candles; hickeys; bites; licking; mentions genitals; teasing; big age difference (Y/N is 25 years old and I think she already has the right to decide whether she should date a man older than her or not); ass spanking (guys, I don't know what to call it correctly XD).

Word count: 1694

— Smoking. Edward started smoking to have a reason to talk with his colleagues. He saw them going out together to chat during their smoking break, so he tried it, but it didn't work. He got the addiction, but he didn’t get the company of his colleagues and friends.

— Favorite cigarettes. Smokes stereotypically “feminine” cigarettes. He likes the taste of such cigarettes because they are not as bitter as regular ones, and he also likes their shape.

— He’s trying to quit smoking. Before Y/N appeared, he tried to quit smoking, which in principle worked well for him, but after the girl’s arrival and the fact that she smokes, he had to resume his addiction so that he would have reasons to talk to her during a session of getting nicotine into his lungs.

— Doesn't drink alcohol. He is afraid that with such thoughts in his head he will drink himself to death and die a miserable death.

— He doesn’t know how to cook. He will be able to prepare something for himself, give it as a gift, or cook it, but not prepare any complex dishes. It seems he simply doesn’t have the motivation to cook, and he also has other “important things” to do with cooking.

— The apartment is always a wild mess. In his words, this is a creative order, because he knows where everything is and it doesn’t bother him. But he puts important things in alphabetical order. After Y/N moved, she had to establish this order only in her room.

— He only washes dishes on weekends. After work, he didn't really want to do the dishes, and in principle he lived alone. Of course, after Y/N moved, he had to start washing dishes, even though he considered it a waste of his time.

— Doesn't like rats. He is good with animals, but after his trauma with rats he seems to dislike them. He doesn't harm the rat in any way, he's just trying to avoid them. (His words in the comic also push me to this idea)

— He fucking loves dogs. Because of loneliness, he would like to get a dog that would love him as he is. But due to the landlord, lack of time and lack of finances to provide for the dog, he prefers to just be touched by videos with dogs.

— Has terrible eyesight. Without glasses it's like having no hands. Astigmatism has haunted him since childhood. The first time Y/N heard these words from him, she didn't believe it. But he had to show articles on Google about this disease until she was convinced of it.

— Glasses. He hates being touched, touched, or even having his hands next to his glasses. He also doesn’t like it when Y/N takes them off. After all, he feels uncomfortable without them and he feels completely naked in front of her, and also because he can’t fucking see. He allows him to take off his glasses on “holidays” so that she can enjoy his face without glasses.

— Neat appearance. Since the orphanage, he has been haunted by the neatness that was instilled in him, even though this is not the most pleasant place in the world. He takes a shower every day, irons his shirt every day, and even the smell is pleasant. The hairstyle is also neat, even if it is a little overgrown. But damn, it suits him.

— Has a large number of shower gels. There was a shortage of soap in the orphanage, and these were bars of soap, but not liquid soap. So every time in a new family, he spent the maximum on gels, shampoos and conditioners. And how they smelled to him! As an adult, he has a lot of shower gels with different scents, but prefers to spend them wisely.

— Thoughts of self-harm. He didn’t want to commit suicide, but he had thoughts of harm while being angry at himself.

— Strange. The inability to communicate with people makes him shy, and in the eyes of people, strange and incomprehensible. For the first 1-2 months, Y/N couldn't understand Edward. It seemed to her that he did not like her, until after one conversation with a cigarette in his hands, he admitted that he simply did not know which way to approach and what to say.

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— Glasses. Sometimes he deliberately tilts his head so that his glasses slide down his nose and adjust them gracefully back. This gives Y/N goosebumps. Sometimes she looks displeased from under her glasses when a girl has done something wrong, which also causes excitement throughout her body.

— Smoking. Wow, there’s so much to do with smoking, wow. He knows about Y/N’s little fetish for smoking, so he often smokes not near an open window, but in the apartment, even unceremoniously entering a girl’s room with a cigarette in his hands and always knowing what kind of cigarette he has.her there will be a reaction.

— Rules and agreements. As adults and normal people, they had several dialogues about what they like and what they don't. What to do and what not to do. They undoubtedly have safe words and stop actions. No one forces anyone and they try to monitor the emotional and physical state of their partner during sex.

— Licking. Loves to lick the hell out of her partner's body. More than kissing and biting. I also noticed that Y/N twitches more during this process than during kissing and biting.

— Hickeys and bites. Incredibly loves to leave marks on the hips, waist and shoulders. And also the next day after marking her body, she likes to check for bruises and teeth marks. He also loves it when Y//N also bites him and leaves hickeys. Looking at himself in the mirror, he runs his hands over them and smiles, feeling the warmth in his chest from the fact that he is no longer alone and he is also loved and adored.

— Candles. Uses special candles that are sold in sex shops. He likes to dribble molten wax onto her body and then massage Y/N gently. During this procedure, the girl falls asleep, which sometimes upsets him. At this time, he wipes the remaining oil from the girl’s back with a towel and lays her down to sleep, and then goes to the bathroom to calm down my excitement.

— Oral sex. Loves Y/N's wet cracks. He loves to be between her legs, and also loves when she squeezes him between her legs. Her eyes roll back every time she grabs his hair and presses him against her wet pussy. If he were paid a buck every time he wanted to give Y/N oral pleasure, then he would probably become a billionaire.

— Oral sex 2. The first time a girl gave him a blowjob, he was in 7th heaven. Not because he had wanted it for a long time, but because he didn’t feel so disgusting and ugly. Every time Y/N herself climbs under his feet and rubs face against his penis through the fabric of his pants, he feels so desired and loved that he sometimes cries during the process.

— Masturbation. Loves to jerk off Y/N, sometimes he teases during this process. She loves it so much when she begs and whines for him to fuck her while he plays with her wet folds with his fingers.

— Nickname. Due to their slightly large age gap of 10 years (Y/N 25, a Edward in mine headcanon 35.) he likes it when she calls him daddy. He also loves it when she calls him sir and master, when Edward dominates. And he also loves it when she calls him honey, dog and favorite when the girl dominates. He also prefers to call her baby and his toy. During submission he calls her mistress.

— Dominance and submission. He loves to be in all roles, although he likes to dominate more. But he also loves it when Y/N takes the initiative, it feeds his ego. But also after dominating him, he sometimes feels empty, which is why the girl happily calms him down.

— Spanking. Sometimes he likes to punish her like this for some little pranks, first tying her hands well. He does this carefully at first, and then stops when she begins to tremble in his arms.

— Humiliation. Does not like to use humiliation during the process. After all, how can you insult a person you value and love? But despite this, during wild excitement and when he is already fucking Y/N hard, he can use dirty words and dirty sentences. At such a moment, he calls her a slut, a dirty bitch, a dirty whore who fucks with garbage and TD. He prefers that Y/N sometimes humiliates him too, at this moment he feels so insignificant that he wants to cry, and his penis begins to harden even more and twitches a little from excitement. After the end of the process, he begins to cry in the arms of Y/N, who calms him down

— Strangulation. WELL... IN ORDER... I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON. After long conversations on this topic, they came to the conclusion that the two of them liked it. Edward loves to squeeze Y/N's throat because she gets pleasure from it. And Edward himself enjoys being strangled with his own tie. At this moment, he feels like a dog on a leash, that he only has to gladly obey the owner’s instructions.

— Bondage. Shibari is one of his hobbies after he started dating Y/N. He likes how the ropes hug her body, how lewdly she lies in his hands and how she trustingly lies while he ties knots. Also prefers the classic way of tying a girl's hands. I also don’t mind being tied up, completely surrendering to Y/N’s control. Definitely likes to use his tie to tie Y/N's hands. He ties it tightly, securing it well, and ties a bow to make it seem like Y/N is his gift. Looking into your eyes and seeing primal adoration and admiration there drives him crazy every time.

#edward nashton #the riddler #paul dano #the batman 2022 #edward nashton x reader #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #headcanon

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pyfilove · 13 days

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An interesting fact is that if the lights hadn’t been turned off yesterday, you would have seen my headcanons in the evening, but because the lights were turned off, I didn’t have Photoshop saved. I think I'm going crazy XD

#edward nashton #the riddler #the batman 2022 #paul dano #fanfic #writing #edward nashton x reader

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pyfilove · 14 days

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My headcanons on Edward turned out to be more than the words of my fanfic itself. I feel strange °~°

#edward nashton #the riddler #the batman 2022 #paul dano #writing

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pyfilove · 14 days

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｡ .◦ ° ʚ 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ɞ ° ◦. ｡

Description: Edward may be strange at times, but Y/N managed to become a good friend to him

Warning: Smoking and foul language

Word count: 1897

Y/N exhaled the smoke from her cigarette and extinguished it on the railing. Throwing the bull off the fire escape, her eyes darted to the window, where Edward was already standing and looking tiredly at her. It was her roommate; they had been living together for four months now. In fact, she would like to move back to her parents' house, but with Edward life was much more pleasant and comfortable.

“Are you going to go out through the window every time to smoke on the stairs?”

It may have sounded a little rude, but her antics amused him.

“At least I can fit through the window.”

Y/N smiled slyly, hinting a little that he was chubby. He rolled his eyes in displeasure and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He opened it and immediately exhaled with displeasure.

“You know, I don’t mind you taking cigarettes from me, but can I at least ask about this?”

The girl turned around.

“I didn’t steal anything from you... I promise.”

The stupid smile never left her face.

“I started counting them and two cigarettes were missing.”

"Sometimes you can."

She shook hands. Looking into the distance, she watched as several police cars drove along the road, the howl of a siren hitting her ears. Looking down a little, she saw a couple of bastards injecting something or using something. Y/N didn't really understand, so she didn't pay attention. There was always garbage lying around the house. It was dirty and unpleasant. This whole city made her feel tense, as if she lived not with people, but with animals. To get away from it all, a cigarette, good night weather and a starry sky helped her. Looking up, she saw a beautiful sky with numerous stars.

"Beautiful."

She said quietly. Until someone's hand touched her shoulder. Y/N jumped looking back. With a smug smile, Edward stood behind her and held her shoulder.

“My size doesn’t stop me from climbing through that damn window.”

He said, reaching his hand to his pants pocket and taking out a lighter from there. With his other hand he held a cigarette.

“Will you?”

He asked with the same smile. The girl was still in shock, she wanted to say something about this.

"How?"

"What how?"

He said a little hesitantly from the incomprehensible answer from her.

“How did you get in?”

“Like you, through the window.”

"But..."

“Just because I weigh more than you doesn’t mean I can’t fit through that window. Although I thought I would get stuck...”

He laughed quietly, adjusting his glasses a little with the back of his hand. He handed her a cigarette.

“You know, I want to be your lung cancer sponsor.” The guy answered, bringing the cigarette closer to her.

“I’ll pass,” she answered dissatisfied. Edward shrugged and put a cigarette in his mouth, he lit it. With a calm gait, the guy walked closer to the railing, placing his elbows on it. Exhaling smoke through his nostrils, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and looked at Y/N again.

"Is something bothering you?" When their eyes met, the girl was already on her wavelength. While Edward was feeding his nicotine addiction, the girl was enjoying his movements. How gracefully he smoked, and how he adjusted his glasses with a busy hand. And how he exhaled smoke. This smoke fascinated her. Y/N fucking loved it. She would have continued to stare at him until another word came out of his mouth.

“Hey, Y/N...what are you thinking about?” Edward took another drag on his cigarette and looked straight at the girl. The girl immediately thought, she shouldn’t have told him that she was enjoying his nicotine addiction. So I said the first thing that had been bothering me for several weeks.

“Um... well... Gotham... You know, I want to get out of this hole.” She said quietly.

“So get out of here.” Edward said as he took another sip of nicotine and exhaled smoke into the night air. “You don't deserve to live here.” The guy's thoughtful face immediately appeared.

“Wow, exactly like that. Does that mean I’m worse because I don’t deserve this shitty city?” She immediately smiled slyly. I wanted to wipe this expression off my face. But he just put out his cigarette on the railing.

“You know what I’m talking about... so that you go to the city better, much better, arrange your life, and not rot here.” Throwing the bull over the railing, he looked at the night sky. Y/N smiled more at his words. Despite the fact that they were roommates for only 5 months, they got along very quickly. Perhaps she expected such an answer from Edward.

"And you?" The girl answered calmly, looking at Edward.

“I...probably...don’t even know...” He mumbled something under his nose.

“What don’t you know? You're a smart enough guy, I think you can handle the move. I especially think you will be appreciated in a normal city.”

"Don't think." He answered sharply, turning his gaze to Y/N. “Everyone wants status, money, but not intelligence.” The girl came closer to him and gently placed her hand on his back. The hand stroked his back in circular motions.

“Ed, you may not be appreciated at work or anywhere else...know that I appreciate you very much. And I think that they don’t even deserve to communicate with someone like you. Know that you are important. Important to me.”

Edward froze at these words. Something flashed through his head, as if he had already heard these words.

“Important...? We’ve only been talking for 5 months, how can I be important to you?”

“Auch... do you doubt my feelings?”

“No, it just feels like you’re lying so I don’t feel pathetic.”

“Nope.” She continued stroking. “You know, I say this from the bottom of my heart. In this city, only with you I was able to get along well and I appreciate it.” The gaze turned to the night sky. “I’ll probably even be sad without you...” She said quietly.

The guy's cheeks quickly turned red realizing her words. A smile adorned his face. And the hand closed its eyes in embarrassment.

“I'm glad you're my roommate, not some weird bastard.”

“You know what, Ed? Let's move out of this city together?"

"Together?" The hand immediately fell from her face, and her eyes stared at her.

“Y/N, are you sure? But what about the difficulties and…”

“I don’t care, more precisely.” She thought. “Other people move and nothing happens. They live there, no matter how hard it is.” She turned to him and looked him straight in the eyes. “Let's leave this hole together. You and me."

These words made his heart beat faster. Edward couldn't tell if she was joking with him or serious.

"To hell." There was a soft smile on his face. “We’ll leave this hole, just you and me.”

“And we’ll live in... Mmm... I want to go to Las Vegas, oh no Boston... You know, let’s go to California..."

“But I have a question.” Edward adjusted his glasses.

"What question?" She said enthusiastically.

“Why do you want to leave with me? And without that ‘you deserve it’... Do I mean anything to you?”

She was silent, thinking about what to say. "Do you want the truth?"

“You know I don’t like lies, so I only want to know the truth.”

"I think I like you."

“D-do you think that...?” He was shocked, thinking that he had mixed up her words.

“I like you.” Her look was a little uncertain from his reaction.

Immediately his tall figure loomed over her, making the girl feel so small and tiny. Two large hands cupped her cheeks, gently stroking the skin with their thumbs. The girl looked at him, a blush filled her cheeks, she definitely did not expect this from him. Looking away, Y/N laughed nervously, her hands grabbing his wrists but not trying to free herself from him.

“It's a little embarrassing.”

“M?” He answered quietly, without stopping to gently stroke her cheeks. His thumb touched her lower lip. My heart rate quickened and the butterflies in my stomach started celebrating. Y/N wanted to say something, but didn't want to ruin the moment. My eyes closed in anticipation of what would happen next. His head bent down, bringing his lips very close to hers. "Can I…?" The voice trembled a little.

“Yes,” she answered almost without breathing.

Edward's lips gently touched the girl's lips. Both his and her hearts were beating wildly in their chests. The girl squeezed his wrists a little, feeling a wild surge of emotions and adrenaline. But the guy himself just stood up like a statue and could not move from embarrassment. Feeling that Edward was not moving, she opened one eye to look at him and was immediately surprised.

"Why are you crying?" Y/N gently cupped his cheeks and wiped away his tears with her thumbs. At this moment, his hands slowly moved to the girl’s waist and hugged her tightly, holding her close to him. His head buried himself in Y/N’s gentle shoulder and the guy whimpered quietly, pressing himself against her.

“I..just don’t believe it.” He purred against her skin. “I'm glad, very glad that you feel the same.”

The girl laughed quietly and hugged him back tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. The hand slowly moved gently to the back of his head and gently stroked and also fingered the strands of his hair. The guy felt better from her touch and her recognition. All he wanted at that moment was to gently hug her and kiss her, quietly telling her how much he liked her. Edward calmed down a little, but still did not want to let her out of his arms. The guy raised his head a little and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Can I kiss you again. Your lips are too beautiful for me to stop.”

The girl just smiled shyly, feeling that her legs were becoming weak.

“I would be only too glad,” she said, moving away a little from him to look at him. The guy's eyes and cheeks were still wet, but his sweet and small smile shone throughout his face. He tightened his arms around her waist and immediately kissed her. Lips greedily grabbed Y/N's lips so that she gasped in pleasure. The girl's hands moved to his cheeks, needily cupping his face with her palms. In my head there were thoughts only about him and how greedy his lips and touches were. Edward continued to greedily enjoy Y/N, his possessive hands gently penetrating under the T-shirt and roughly touching the girl’s back.

“Let's leave this town.” He whispered into his lips.

"Certainly. And we will live happily far from here.” She immediately wanted to kiss the guy again, but he averted his face. Y/N looked back at him questioningly.

“Let's not continue this here.”

“Well, yes...Then one at a time?” Hinting at a cigarette.

"Fine." With a sweet smile, he took out two cigarettes and handed one. The girl immediately took it and Edward lit her cigarette and his own. The two of them lit a cigarette and enjoyed the night.

#edward nashton #paul dano #edward nashton x reader #the batman 2022 #the riddler #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfic

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pyfilove · 15 days

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This is so damn cute. I can't help but think that such a relatively creepy character could be so comfortable in a relationship 💖💖💖

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elijah's anniversary celebration: post one!

✨ shimmer prompt: give me a character, and i will write a piece on how they would handle having a crush. ✨

{contains: edward being flustered and obsessive, general fluffy butterfly feelings!}

note: i am so sorry it took me so long to get to these. you can expect quite a few pieces to be published in the coming days! thank you for reading and supporting my work. xoxo, eli <3

♡ It would all be far simpler if Edward had the ability to admire in moderation. If only he could offer you the smallest speck of his heart, the littlest share of his love. That was just his problem. Edward Nashton did not love, but when he did, moderation was not possible. He loved all-encompassingly, with wide, sparkling eyes full of hope and a wildly skipping heart doused in desperate desire. There was nothing he could do to shake you from his thoughts. He simply wasn't able to rip you away from his brain.

♡ You didn't even do anything special; you just lived your life. But that was enough. Your pure, unfiltered existence was enough to have him entranced. Ever since you moved into his complex, he spent his days going crazy, waiting by his cellphone for a text or call. Hey, Ed, I'm off work! Wanna hang out? Hey, Edward, I'm going to the store! Want me to pick a treat up for you at the bakery section? God, you were so thoughtful. So caring. So funny and witty and so irresistibly you. Everything about you had him begging for scraps. Any piece of your backstory or future goals only fueled the crackling fire burning in his soul.

♡ Edward recognizes that the enormity of his longing could be perceived as overbearing or creepy. That's the last thing he would want, to scare you away. He can barely survive each day in his skin as is; he couldn't live with himself if he made you uncomfortable. So he does what he can to hold back. He declines your invitations to hang out sometimes so as to not seem clingy. He leaves you on delivered for a little while, even though he's practically glued to his phone, the intense, monstrous ghoul of FOMO looming over his shoulder.

♡ Even still, his crush is pretty pathetically obvious. He laughs hard and loud each time you tell a stupid joke. He blushes deeply when you compliment him, and his anxious finger-fiddling and lip biting isn't lost on you.

♡ Crystal clear, grade A anxiety. That's how he deals with a crush. He feels a rush of wildflowers bloom colorfully and brightly in his heart each time your name appears on his phone or he sees you in the complex's hallway. His stomach churns and his palms get clammy and goodness, he feels like an awkwardly love-drunk adolescent when he sees you: your glittering, smiling eyes, the way you walk and talk and smile at him...it all swirls around through his body like a whipping windstorm.

♡ He doesn't have the option of not overthinking every interaction, either. Did I say the right thing? Did I act the right way? Was I...cool? Jesus, he really did sound like a teenager, not a grown, mature man in his thirties with a real adult job and real adult responsibilities.

♡ The occasional high of courage shoots through him. He'll occasionally initiate a hang out session. He'll occasionally drop off a gift, maybe a baked pastry or a little trinket he found at the thrift that made him think of you. He'll occasionally write letters and practice speeches confessing his feelings towards you, and he'll occasionally rip the papers up and cringe into his pillow at the quivering in his voice.

♡ Maybe Edward doesn't know what to do with these monstrous feelings of adoration now, but it'll come to the tipping point where he can't bear the feeling of those blooming flowers in his heart anymore. They will outgrow their cage eventually, and he can only pray that you'll accept them and tend to them with him.

#paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you

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