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His body craved for more, his lungs now filled with your exquisit scent, his ears ringing with the sound of your laugh, how could someone like you live in this place? Aren't you tired of this city? Why are you still here? Why are you so bright in front of his eyes?
Edward was curious about you since the first time he saw you in the office, saying "good morning" to anyone who could've catched your eye and writing on your computer with a smile on your face. "Why?" he thought more than once. He wanted to run to your cubicule and ask you desperately why you were always a sunshine or why you could have the energy on your body to smile. He was amazed and thrilled by you, it was like an obsession.
It was that time of the day were you and the other pricks (like Edward liked to call all of his coworkers) reunite for lunch on the tiny kitchen if one could call it like that. And he watches you from a distance like always, he sees the way you eat so polite, how you chat with the others and they respond to you without doubts or shaky words not the same way he responds to you when you ask him for some documents. He sees the way your eyes try to find the couple of ones who are already seeing you from a far, he notices every little change in your behaviour, he have studied you so well the past couple of months, he knows everything about you.
"āNashton! Eating here all by yourself again? Why don't you go with the others?ā" one of his coworkers said, putting himself in front of his cubicule, stopping Edward from seeing you.
"āI... Like to... Eat aloneā" he mumbled without making eye contact with the man, he hated the way everyone in the Forensic Department mocked him saying his last name in a cocky tone like he was a child, he hated that, he hated them.
The man only shrugged and said "whatever" in a mumble. Walking to the little kitchen, and instantly Edward was looking for you but you were gone, maybe you went back to your cubicule.
"āHi Edward!ā" you said, popping out of nowhere and making him jump a little bit "āOh sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you a piece of brownie, I bought a piece for everyoneā" you talked again, leaving the piece of brownie in a little cellophane bag on his desk, decored with a green ribbon.
"āOh... Uhm thank you, it looks goodā" he said, fidgeting with his trousers, his palms getting clammy for nervousness, for you.
You giggled but not from him, you giggled in a different way, just a cassual giggle, an innocent one "āIt is so good I promise, also I put this green ribbon because I thought it was your favorite color. You always use green markers or pens and well, the green sticky notes so I hope you like itā" you nodded while his gaze was on the brownie, on the ribbon.
"āThank you, uhm It is my favorite color, I'll eat it for dinner when I get homeā" he responded, instantly regretting it because he was oversharing too much, or that's what he thought.
"āWonderful! See ya later Edwardā" you turned around to start walking to your desk and once again your scent hit the bottom of his lungs, it was like a fresh garden of flowers, a break from the dusty and filthy air from Gotham. He inhaled the much he could, trying to fill his body, mind and memory with your sweet scent.
While everyone returned to his respective places, he couldn't stop staring at the brownie but specially to the ribbon. How could have you noticed about his favorite color? Why you bother in choose a different color just for him? He was always invisible for everyone. Why his name slipped from your lips so effortlessly? Why it make him feel a strange warm on his chest? "strange, strange, strange" he thought.
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It was late, the sky of Gotham even more dark-ish and full of those common grey and heavy clouds. It was time to go home, or to that "filthy place" in Edward's case.
Everyone left already, just a few people were finishing his duties or chatting on the halls. While Edward turned off his computer, his gaze founded you, taking your cardigan from the chair and putting it on. And at the speed of the light he collected all of his things and taked his navy winter jacket. What he was gonna do?
You were oblivious of his stare, fixing your hair in the reflex of your computer and putting your bag on your shoulder. He stared and stared, every tiny move, now he was like a nocturnal creature waiting for the right time to take his prey, you were his tempting and beautiful prey.
Now his eyes followed you to the elevator, it was the perfect chance to be with you again, to listen your voice again and melt in the sweetness of your presence.
His legs mecanically lifted up from the chair and walked the fast he could, trying to hold his backpack in one of his shoulders, entering in the elevator.
"āWoah! Careful Edwardā" you giggled, putting a hand on his forearm trying to hold him from fall.
He tried to compose himself, fixing his glasses and just nodded, too nervous he didn't noticed the doors of the elevator were closed, it was you and him, alone.
"āAny plans for the night? I think I'm going to spend mine sleeping, I'm exhaustedā" you joked, your gaze fixed on the iluminated buttons seeing his numbers almost faded away.
"āNo plans... I just, I'll work on something elseā" he responded, his mouth dry.
He took the chance to admire you up close. Watching how your lashes were curled so perfectly, your hair falling graciously from your head, your pink lips in a little pout like you were thinking of what to say. You were the most beautiful thing he ever saw, it was hard to believe because in front of his eyes everything in this world was miserable, but not you, you were like a ray of sunshine in the middle of darkness, he was fascinated by that.
"āLuck with that Edward! But take a break from working too, you work too hard here and even more work on home? Oh heavens no, rest a bit pleaseā" the doors opened with a ding "āwell, I'll see you tomorrow, have a good night Edward!ā" you said while stepping out of the elevator, leaving him there with a full battle of thoughts in his head.
"āHave a good night tooā" he mumbled now outside of the elevator, seeing your frame walk away from him and to the doors of the building.
His mind was a mess in that moment. You cared about him, that's why you said that, right? You were interested in him, You! It was too much to handle, too much and too fast.
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The ride back home was a torture for him. Your touch lingered on his forearm and your sweetness still dripping on his heart, the lonelyness of the train made him fall deep in his most darker fantasies and thoughts.
He fantasized about you, he thought of what could be the taste of your lips, what would you look like on one of his big jackets, how soft could be your skin touching his, the pretty noises you could do if he touched you on the right places, the way your back would arch when you cum, how it could feel being buried in you, so deep.
"Last stop, last stop" the robotic voice of the train said, making him forget momentarily of his fantasies.
"āShit!ā" rapidly got up from his sit and left the train. He sighed tired of living on his dreams and fantasies all the time, he had enough just watching you from a distance, he wanted to be close to you, so so close to you, in every way.
Through running rats and dropheads layed on the train station floor, he realised; if he couldn't approach you as his normal self Edward, he could at least approach you as his most sadistic and twisted self The Riddler.
He was willing to get home and prepare himself with his homemade costume. He wanted to feel that power on his veins that only being the Riddler could gave him, with the mask he could do anything he wanted, he was powerful and beyond those pigs on the highest shelf of Gotham, he was like a god, like the death because he had the power of choosing who would die or who not.
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How could you be so beautiful and naive? How dumb you were to leave the windows open? Maybe you left them open so he could enter; he liked to thought.
You were displayed on the bed, chest falling and going up in a soft pace, your duvet now on the floor from your movements and leaving to his gaze the curves of your body, the little arch in your back and you ass displayed for him, like a forbbiden fruit. The cause of his more twisted and disturbed fantasies.
"āYou're so beautiful, my little angel. This is all for me uh? It has to be my love, all mine... All mineā" he whispered to you, his glasses fogged from his warm breath, his dick becoming harder and harder the more he watched you.
A giggle erupted from his throat, muffled by the mask. His breathing becoming heavy, he couldn't resist more, he needed everything about you and he was going to get it, a way or another.
"āYou are going to stay still for me, my angel... I just wanna give you all my love... All you deserveā" he whispered near your ear, earning a sweet moan from your mouth. He could feel his tip leaking so much precum just at the sound of your sleepy moan.
His hands cupped one of your ass cheeks, gripping it with caution, he didn't want you to wake up soon, not yet. Another needy moan filled the room but this time was not yours, it was his.
His knees touched the bed, sinking on it and putting one on each side of your hips, you didn't even move, you were so obedient to him, letting him to play with your body like a toy, his fuck toy.
"āMy love, you don't even imagine how many times I spended the nights stroking myself at the thought of you, with that body of yours, with that face of yours, with your scent intoxicating my lungsā" he palmed himself through his pants realising a muffled and needy whimper, he could cum in his pants at this point but the night was young and he wanted to play with you a little bit more, he wanted to be inside of you and to taste every part of you.
Gloved hands founded the waistband of your pajamas, he slowly pulled it down at your thighs and he moaned again, this time loudy because of the perfect view of your clothed cunt, barely covered with white lacy panties. You moved slightly at the cold air hitting on your core, trying to reach the duvet while on your sleep.
"āShh baby go to sleep again... Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you...Yetā" he giggled again. Positioning himself close to your ass undoing the zip of his pants, his dick was impossibly hard and ached for attention, he was so needy for you.
Edward putted down his pants with his boxers, letting his cock bounce heavily at the wanted freedom. His tip flushing red from arousal and it twitched at the feeling of the cold air hitting his leaking tip. Without waisting time he began to stroke his dick in a torturously low pace all while his other hand played with your ass, toying with his fingers so close to your cunt cauising you to sigh in your dreams. A wet patch on your panties already forming, you were wetting wet for him, it was like a gift and a lewd invitation for him to take.
"āYou're getting wet for me? what a slut you are, you like this as much as I do, don't you? I bet you thought about this too, I bet you fuck yourself with those beautiful fingers thinking about me uh?ā" he said like if you knew who he was, like if this was your dream too.
His shaky words and heated moans filled the quitness of your room, his hands putting your panties aside, rubbing the tip of his dick between your now wet folds, hissing at the wet and soft feeling of it in the head of his dick, another moan slipped from his chapped lips. His hips began to move up and down, rubbing his thick cock getting wet from your arousal, his movements became desperate and unhinged without caring much if you waked up, he was pure and desperate lust. The sound of skin slapping made his cock twitch and he abruptly stopped when he saw you trying to lift from the bed, confused about what was happening, oblivious of the situation.
"āWhat's happening?ā" you mumbled, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness of the room, but a gloved hand abruptly covered your mouth with a powerful strength.
"āShh don't worry my angel, I'm making you feel really good, look how wet you are for me... Were you dreaming about me?ā" Edward said, pining you down the mattress with all of his broad frame, it was useless trying to move he was so much stronger than you. He let out a condescent laugh at the beautiful way you looked so scared.
Without taking his left hand from your mouth he positioned the head of his cock near your entrace, hearing you trying to say something but just caming like a "mmmh".
"āDon't act like that my love, I know you want this too, I know how you look at me, I know you act like that with me because you want to be fucked desperately by the weirdo of the officeā" your eyes widened at the last words, soon your foggy mind made a connection but how it could be? No, you must be wrong, right? It could be Edward? But he was so polite all the time, so quiet.
His dick slowly entered on your pussy, filling you up with his thick size. You moaned in pain but also in pleasure, your body too tired to do anything with him on top of you and the arousal forming in your tummy wasn't helping either. His muffled whiny moans filled your ears, you could hear him panting right next to your ear, cold leather hitting on your cheek.
His movements became desperate once again but now with him deep inside of you, breathing like an animal in heat each time his hips moved back and forth in a brutal pace. He had dreamed of this so many times and finally had it, finally he could feel the warm and wet feeling of your cunt, it was driving him crazy, it was like if he was getting drunk of your body and he really loved it.
"āJust like that angel, so t-tight... So wet, so pretty for me, I want to feel you cumming on me I need to feel you milking my cock, please please pleaseā" his voice showed how desperate he was, acute moans from him and muffled moans from you were the only music sounding in the whole department, desperate, rough and needy sex.
Your body responded deliciously at the movement of his hips, each time moaning loudy even with his hand on your mouth, you thought you were crazy because you shouldn't be supposed to be enjoying this the way you were doing it, but your body ached for more and more of his delicious and brutal movements, how he abused your poor cunt in the best way possible, in a delicious way you never felt before. And if you were honest with yourself the idea of being used by the quite and boyish guy from the office excited you and maked you even more wet. He was completly different from the way he acted on the office, now he was rough and desperate.
Some of your coworkers said he was a creep but you never founded like that, Edward was just a bit shy and quiet, reserved, smart and with a uncommon beauty you liked it.
His hand slipped away from your mouth to hold yor hips in place and trying to be deeper in you if that was already possible. Making you shake from pleasure, who could tell that Edward Nashton knew how to fuck you propperly.
"āEdward! W-what are... What are you doing?ā" you tried to say between moans and filthy whimpers. He just moved his hips in a rough manner, making you almost scream of pleasure.
"āShhh don't worry my angel, I'm not going to hurt you, how could I? If I know you love me as much as I love youā" he giggled again between whimpers, his right hand riding beneath your body trying to found your aching clit and when he found it your back arched in a beautiful way, like a greek sculpture and just for him "āoh yes! You're close aren't you my angel? I can feel it, come on I want to feel you cumming first, cum for me, cum for me, cum for me!ā" he commanded desperately, he was getting closer too.
You holded tight fist of the sheets trying to hold onto something, strong waves of pleasure shaked your body, white fire running in your veins. A shaking and destructive orgasm passed, taking any little left of energy on your body.
He groanded almost animalistic at the feeling of you squeezing him, it was the only thing he needed to let himself cum. In his euphoric state he didn't bother in cum outside of you, but now it was late, you felt the hot spurrs of sticky white cum coating your abused walls.
"āEdward... Y-you...ā" he cutted you off "āSorry my love I think I get carried away but don't worry it'll be okayā" slowly he got off of you, realising a lewd sound at the way his spent runned all the way down on your pussy lips. His breath trying to return to his normal pace as well as yours.
"āYou don't know how much I wanted to have you, not only in this way... In every way, I'm so happy to know you love me tooā" he talked again in his delusion, helping you get cleaned with some napkins he founded on your nightstand. Doing it like if was normal to have him there, like if he didn't entered to your locked apartment and took advantage of you while you where sleeping. He was sure you loved him too, he was sure you wanted that too.
While he was fixing his boxers and pants he watched you trying to lift up from the bed, shaky legs and heavy body trying to turn yourself around just to see him.
And there he was, his face covered by a weird and scary mask, you couldn't see him well in the darkness only the dim light of the street lamp iluminating a question mark in white paint at the level of his chest. Your mind was a complete mess from the orgasm and because of the stranger of the situation.
"āEdward Nashton?ā" were the only words you could tell, he laughed at you and taked a step closer to you, softly stroking your hair "āRight now I'm not him, I'm nobody, I'm just a dream to you, a product of your mindā" he whispered, trying to convince yourself, confussing you even more and more.
He sighed content on the helpless expression on your face, walking to one of your windows, talking again "āBy the way, the brownie was delicious my sweet angel... I love dark chocolateā again one of his little giggles appeared, making his eyes disappeared behind his eyelids. And like the same way, he disappeared with the darkness embracing him.
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The next morning you waked up with a strange feeling in your core and a heavy headache. Your head was fuzzy and the only thing you remembered was that strange dream you had, because it was a dream, right? And a heat of embarrassment filled your cheeks, you felt like a pervert girl for dreaming such nasty things like that.
Later at work you were making a coffee for yourself, with hopes that the caffeine could help you to stay awake during the hours of work.
"āOh hey... I wanted to say, uhm the brownie was delicious, I love dark chocolateā" Edward said from the frame door, a tiny smile forming on his pink lips, and then he left the way he came; in the blink of an eye.
Your heartbeat went high at the realisation of his words, the same words he said in that weird dream... oh, or it was because that wasn't a dream after all... It was real, all real.
Thank you for reading! Any like reblog or comment are really appreciated, have a good day/night and donĀ“t forget to drink water! love ya! ā”
Could I request a riddler/ reader w/ a reader who likes to draw him pls šš like as a gift or even just keeps and he finds them in their studio and realises his face is littered along their portfolio like a thoughtfully crafted tapestry and testament of their love or something corny like that I love the idea of a reader whoās just awe strikingly in love and him the same itās so sweet WAAA but u can do whatever w/ the idea of artist/riddler ur so cool Ty <333
Mi musa.
Summary: Ā you are an artist with your own habits but you never forget who your true muse is.
Warning: possessiveness on the part of both, fluff!
Words: 1500.
Art can be a means to convey what you want to say when you don't have the words to get them out of your mouth, you have never proclaimed yourself as the best artist in the world, but for as long as you can remember others have recognized your talent, you are grateful for the compliments of others who find charm in your work when you only find things to improve.
Perfectionism is something that tortures you when you look at your own work, you know there are things to improve but somehow when you draw the man of your dreams it's the opposite. Sometimes they tend to be simple doodles on yellow post-its, sometimes you draw portraits worthy of hanging in renowned museums, when it comes to Edward, you always find solace. A calmness in painting is like a therapeutic remedy.
Edward couldn't stand the itch in his nose, he had to sneeze covering his nose with his shoulder, you stopped painting and looked at the palette in your hand "Sorry" Edward apologizes in a low voice but you can hear him, you move away from the canvas to look at him "No need to be completely still my love, it's okay" you inform him mixing different shades of brown to paint his hair.
Edward kept as still as possible even though he is only sitting on a chair with a dark blue background, he couldn't help but think that when he poses for you it reminds him of an ancient king asking his star painter to do a portrait of him to show his greatness and power. But he knows he is not a king, he is still a little incredulous how someone like him managed to date someone like you, someone who looks at him with so much admiration, so much love that lasts for hours, even when you are out of your studio and he is at his most unfavorable moments you still look at him with great esteem.
"I think I will have to add more red to your cheeks, they are too red" you joke behind the canvas, Edward laughs at the comment, maybe in the past he would have refused to even have his picture taken, as he didn't like the way he looked, but now, he poses in front of you naturally as it is not the first time you paint him.
He doesn't mind that your studio is full of paintings, sheets full of drawings of him, he found it beautiful and wonderful, he started to love himself with your paintings, he sees the beauty that you see in him "Some day you should draw yourself too" says Edward calmly looking everywhere in the studio without turning his head.
"I don't know, self-portraits are hard to do" you reply placing a brush in your mouth as you use a palette knife on the canvas "Although it's not impossible either".
Edward remains satisfied with the answer and is silent again, he feels so excited with the result of the painting, you always make it a masterpiece at the end in his opinion. He scribbled sometimes on his accounting sheets and on his crossword puzzle, he drew question marks, and sometimes he drew you, or well, a caricature version of you, when he showed it to you, you cried, without you knowing you already started sobbing, it's different when they draw you.
Edward catches a glimpse of a rather large picture with all the drawings he has given you as a gesture of love, all the drawings placed as a big collage and protected by glass, under the picture, there was a signature "Eddie's Drawings".
His cheeks ache for he adores that you appreciate him too, it never crossed your mind to judge his drawing skills, you always received the little pen doodles with love "I'm almost done" you speak to him and he makes a happy humming sound, for you, you could be posing for days if you wanted to.
Again he thinks again, deep in his heart he loves it when you proclaim that he is your only muse, not Bruce Wayne, not another rich guy who pays for your paintings, Edward Nashton of KMTJ brings out your creativity to make paintings non-stop.
"I hope it comes out well in this painting," he says and you switch brushes "You always come out beautiful Eddie" you assure him as if it's a no-brainer.
Edward stretches his legs a little when he notices you are putting down all the brushes "More than the plain Mona?" you laugh at his question "More than the plain monkey" you reply and call him over to come to see the painting.
"wow" is the first thing he says when he sees it is him with various mixtures of paints that make it look great, he stays a few minutes fascinated with the work while you finish putting away all the paints and utensils.
"Do you want to take it home?" you ask taking off your Machado apron of various paint textures and Edward nods his head buzzing with delight as he takes your hand.
"Is it a cow?" you ask looking at the paper in front of you, when they came in from your study day Edward wanted to show you a drawing he did on his break from work "It's a dog" Edward clarifies pointing to the somewhat deformed figure of the dog "it's you and me and the dog we saw in the park" he explains his drawing as you look happily at the drawing, so proud of him.
"It's so cute!" you squeal with happiness placing the drawing on one of the walls of the room "I think I'll put it in my next collection" you speak to him lovingly as the two of you embrace, Gotham nights are usually cold, but when you're next to Eddie it seems like the whole apartment becomes warm.
"I would like you to attend my next Exhibition will you go, right?" the two of you look at each other face to face Edward keeps his eyes closed completely in love with the position they are in "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
The presenter looked at you with respect, he was sitting next to you with several question cards waiting for the program to start, all the time your facial expression was serious.
When the program started the presenter began with a charismatic talk about your works "So, tell us, who is that man who is always in your paintings?" he let out the question with a curious tone the cameramen pointed to your face looking for a surprised expression from you, instead you answered naturally.
"He is my partner, Edward, we have been together for several years and I always fell in love with his way of being" you start talking with a formal tone "When I see something I love, I want to capture it in my paintings so it can be immortalized" you settle back in your seat placing your elbows on armrests.
"Before I was looking for perfection in my art, but now I achieved it without realizing it" the presenter remains static before your speech "perfection is when I look at the effort I put in each work and that it was worth it" you look at the camera in front of you "sometimes art can hurt us, but I decided to be happy painting the love of my life".
The presenter you forgot his name gave a few admiring claps as you took a sip of water. God, you just hope Edward watches the show.
The man in clear glasses leapt towards you to hug you both standing outside the program set, the stoic countenance disappeared when you noticed your boyfriend, he squealed with joy for the program "God, how I love you!" he proclaims and before you could respond he kisses you on the lips, you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.
"Me too Eddie" you reply kissing him again, you remember hearing about Edward's past, you wish the people who hurt your muse would suffer the consequences of their actions.
"I think I have inspiration for another painting, but this time I need to buy a darker green" you comment smiling at him, Edward gets excited "what kind of green?".
"Mmmm" you pretended to think making a thoughtful sound "What color is the Riddler mask?".
Edward almost choked on his own saliva, in a few times you have painted him as the Riddler and that makes him get more excited "I um, I think, I can tell which gree-en it is" he stutters nervously.
There were nights when Edward tried to draw you with canvas, and you happily posed while Edward mixed different tones that you could easily make a rainbow vomit, still, it was a dream for you to see him like that, you swear he looks so cool behind the canvas, you seriously consider buying him a beret to match his beautiful eyes.
When Edward finished he proudly showed you the artwork, someone else would say it was a perfect Picasso with the drawings barely repeatable but for you, it was the masterpiece of the century.
Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!
A/N: Unintentionally scheduled this for the same day volume 3 of Riddler Year One comes out lol
You walk into work, tired but ready to get the day started. Once you make yourself comfortable at your desk, Edward drops off a coffee but doesnāt stay for the normal chat. Instead, he quickly explains that the office got a new account and he has a lot of work to do. You thank him for the coffee and get started on your own work.
After a few hours of sorting paperwork and greeting guests, you see someone walking up to you. Thinking it was Edward, you turn to see him but are surprised to see Olivia.
āOh, hey Olivia.ā It was comforting to see she still wanted to interact with you.
āHey Y/N! Did you make it home safe Friday?ā You pause at her question, deciding whether to tell the truth or not.
āUh, yeah. Edward drove me,ā You arenāt lying, justā¦omitting some details. āI assume you did too?ā
āI did. Amaiaās girlfriend picked her up and I crashed with them.ā
You nod and smile, wondering if Olivia came up to you just to ask that, but she answers your question before you can finish the thought.
āDo you wanna get lunch today? I forgot mine and figured it would be a good chance to get to know you. While weāre both sober, I meanā She smiles and her question seems so genuine, throwing you off a bit. All your life you had looked at people and wanted to be their friend, but you had never experienced someone else doing that to you. Youāre always hesitant about when others ask you to hang out but see no ulterior motives or anything Olivia could want to gain from this.
āYeah, thereās a new sandwich place called Screw Head Iāve been wanting to go to.ā You offer.
āOh, Iāve heard about that. Sounds good, Iāll stop by again in a bit.ā Olivia smiles and heads back to her desk, leaving you feeling a bit surprised that she would want to hang out with you. Trying to ignore the paranoid thoughts running through your mind, you go back to doing some paperwork.
Before you know it, Olivia is driving you to lunch and talking about work. The whole drive there youāre very tense and have to try really hard to keep up with your reactions and responses, your brain working overtime trying to make sure youāre acting normal.
You follow Olivia inside when you get to the restaurant and sit down across from her. Olivia continues talking about work until she stops herself in the middle of a sentence.
āYou know what, this is probably boring. Whatās going on with you? How are you doing?ā
āOh, uhā¦Iām good.ā Youāre a bit caught off guard by her asking about you, youāve gotten so used to just letting others talk.Ā
āYou sure?ā She raises her eyebrows and cocks her head to the side. You have to process what she said for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer.
āIām making it through. Trying my best, yāknow?ā You try to dampen any sadness in your voice with a nervous laugh.
āArenāt we all.ā Olivia laughs and shakes her head. āWell, youāre doing great.ā
You blush a little at Oliviaās unexpected kindness and before you can thank her, the waiter comes over and sets down menus. Olivia looks over it quietly as you try to think of something to say.
āHow are you doing?ā You ask and Olivia looks up, smiling.
āHmm, Iām alright. Not bad, not good, just kind of here.ā She says, shrugging. You nod understandingly.Ā
āWhat are you gonna get? I think the reuben sounds good.ā Olivia says, and you settle into talking about the menu until the waiter comes and gets your orders.
āSo. Edwardā¦ā Olivia says once the waiter leaves.
āWhat about him?ā You ask, furrowing your brows.
āIs he your boyfriend yet?ā She asks, smirking a bit.
āI- no, he isnāt.ā
āDo you want him to be?āĀ
āMaybe? I donāt really knowā¦ā you shake your head, a bit frustrated.
āFine, Iāll leave that alone. For now.ā Olivia laughs. You roll your eyes and she goes on about something else, with the waiter eventually dropping your food off.
The lunch goes well, with you being able to keep up with Oliviaās rambling and her even asking you a few questions. She pays the bill without you even noticing, making you feel a bit bad but she insists that itās not a problem. While sheās driving, she changes topics when youāve made it about halfway to your work.
āDo you like Edward?ā Olivia asks.
āI thought you said you were going to leave that alone.ā You say, sighing.
āCome on, all my friends have partners so I canāt set them up with anyone. And I said I would leave it alone then, but itās now and Iām not leaving it alone.ā
āWhat makes you think he likes me back? Like if I were to ask him out, what makes you think he would say yes?ā You ask.
āBabe, use your eyes. He looks at you like youāre the best thing to ever grace this world and when heās not near you, heās constantly glancing at you.ā You flush a little bit at that and donāt respond.Ā
āDid Edward really drop you off Friday night?ā She asks.
ā...yes.āĀ
āAt your own apartment?ā You stay quiet and Oliviaās eyes go wide. āDid youā¦ā
āNo! No, all weāve done is hold hands.ā You say as she pulls into the parking lot and parks. Before she can say anything, you open the door and step outside. Unfortunately, Olivia is right on your heels.
āHold hands?ā
āIt didnāt mean anything.ā You insist.
āDo you want it to mean something?āĀ
āWell, I-ā You try to argue but Olivia cuts you off.
āSo you do like him.ā She nudges you as you walk into the building with her.
āIf I say yes, will you drop it?ā You say, rolling your eyes and holding the door open.
āSo when are you gonna see your work wife- sorry, I mean Edwardā¦ā Right as Olivia says that and walks past you, Edward is strolling in right behind her. Your eyes go wide and you feel heat rushing to your cheeks as Edward raises an eyebrow and smirks but continues walking. You look back at Olivia who had waited for you and see her giggling.
āNot. Funny.ā You say, playfully shoving her.
āHey, I might have helped you out there. Anyways, I have work to do, unlike you.ā Olivia jokes and you scoff. āText me after you guys hook up tonight!ā
You shake your head as Olivia walks away and make yourself comfortable at your desk, but you barely have a second to process what happened before Edward appears.
āAh! Jesus, Edward, where did you even come from?ā You say, startled.
āWork wife?ā He says, ignoring your question.
āIā¦ugh, Oliviaās dumbā¦ā You mutter and awkwardly laugh. Edward doesnāt respond and continues to stare, making you more nervous than you were.
āIt just means-āĀ
āI know what it means, Y/N. Iām just trying to get on your nerves.ā Edward laughs and his intense gaze is replaced with humor.
āYou are the worst. Donāt you have work to do?ā You say, mildly annoyed.
āActually, not really. I finished everything I had to do today, except for pestering you. Ah, I can check that off my list now.ā He says. Edward seems different, a lot more confident. Itās still his smile and his voice, but not his words. Is he flirting?
āSo weāre hooking up tonight, right? I mean thatās what Olivia said.ā Edward smirks. Definitely flirting.
āUp to you, pretty boy.ā You say, glancing down at your computer that just dinged to notify you of an email. When you look back at Edward it seems all his confidence has disappeared and he looks a bit scared. Also very red.
āSorry, I just remembered I have you to do. Shit, no, I mean work. I have more work to do.ā He stammers and doesnāt let you respond, just running off to his desk.
Youāre a little worried you went too far but try and push the thought away, reminding yourself that he started it first and you were just matching his energy. The image of him scurrying away made you laugh a little, though. As much as you prefer direct communication, youāre enjoying what you have with Edward right now. Even if this is all it will be, youāre not complaining.
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Warning: maybe cringe also I didnāt proof read this ( I say this knowing damn well I reread this a million times)ā¦.. and itās a Edward x reader so yeah
Who is she?
Edwardās pov
Life is so unbearably cruel; my whole life is a cruel riddle that I seem to never know the answer to. Iāve been suffering and rejected my whole life. Iāve never been wanted or needed by anyone. Iām just a waste of space. I try to readjust the collar of my buttoned-up shirt; itās getting hot and stuffy in here. Remember to breathe, Edward itās going to be ok. I tell myself that, hoping that one day I will truly believe that lie. I look up at those dull faces of people who only care about themselves. I bet even if I dropped dead here, no one would spare me a glance. After all, this is Gotham. As the train stops, a couple walks in holding hands, almost clinging to each other. I canāt help but feel even more lonely than I already am. I look down at my phone and stare at the blank screen, seeing only my sad reflection.
It seems like everyone around me is happy; why canāt I be happy? Why canāt I be accepted? I canāt help the fact that Iām not normal. I let out a defeated sigh. I glance up for the very last time, and I canāt help but do a double take. I can feel my face heat up as I stare in awe at the being that is in front of me. Sheās beautiful. I can't help but stare. She's like a pearl among a sea of rocks. I can feel my heart racing. I know I probably look like a creep now, but I canāt help it. She's ethereal. She glances up from her phone. She makes eye contact. I immediately look away, hoping she wonāt think of me as a creep. I donāt even know her, but yet Iāll get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness.
She smiles at me. Wait, she actually smiled at me? I donāt remember the last time anyone has ever smiled at me, well, I donāt think anyone really did, but she didnāt look at me with disgust or fear, just kindness. Sheās truly an angel; who is she?
She looks back at her phone, just minding her own business, unaware of the individual who just fell head over heels for her.
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A/n : sorry for any mistakes English isnāt my first language š bro tumblr is ass I had to make another account
hi! so excited for your valentineās event! if youāre still accepting requests, could I perhaps get a white chocolate truffle with our dear mr. the riddler?
to keep it fun and seasonal, maybe itās your first valentineās day together and all heās ever seen are movies, commercials, etc. so heās super flustered and nervous that he has to like make this grand gesture and buy you a bunch of stuff, but maybe whatever heās planning falls thru for some reason and heās really upset? but then you comfort him and let him know that you donāt need any of that stuff and you end up eating an entire box of cheap chocolates together and watching a movie or something?
but also if you donāt like that premise, absolutely feel free to go with whatever you want! love your writing!! šš
šš®šš”šØš«'š¬ š§šØšš: don't you worry, anon. I adored this premise. and I genuinely loved writing it. so much so that it came out to a little over a thousand words oops I didn't mean to I promise!!
š°šš«š§š¢š§š š¬: this ended up being a bit more angsty than I meant for it to be lmao, bits of fluff, blood mention (nothing graphic), Edward essentially has a meltdown, nothing else I can think of!
The day was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to be a chocolate filled, candy coated, heart shaped, ribbon wrapped day of romance. That's how these sorts of holidays worked, right? Edward expected that he'd be planning so much that he'd barely get to feel the gratification of any of his efforts. Your adoring expression when you saw how devoted he was to making everything special would be his reward.
But with the way things were looking, he was losing it. Edward took a shallow breath and closed his eyes, going over the mental checklist for all of the things that had gone wrong that day.
He hadn't gotten the day off even though he'd requested it nearly a month in advance. Edward wouldn't forget the sneer on Zach's face as he chuckled and said, "Don't you need a date in order for that to work, Eddie boy?" Never mind his protest that he did have a date, which was precisely why he needed the day off in the first place. Zach didn't care. It had taken everything in Edward not to tear him to pieces in his stupid corporate office.
He figured he'd deal with it. That just meant his day was going to be a bit busier. At least the restaurant he wanted to take you out to was all set.
At least until he got home from work, flower bouquet in hand and called the restaurant for the fourth time that day, learned that their computer system had crashed, and wiped most of their reservation roster for the night.Ā
As much as Edward pitied the poor, panicked employee on the other end and the kind of night they were going to face, he had his own worries. He hung up quickly and leaned back against the kitchen wall, making a mental note to call later and see if the issue was fixed.
Alright, Edward. You're already lucky that you got this chance in the first place. And you're screwing it up. Just breathe. And do something.
So he did something. He found a vase in one of the cupboards for the flowers; a nice crystal one that would look perfect displayed on the coffee table, waiting for you when you got back to your apartment as well.
All his life he'd had butterfingers. And once more, they struck at the worst possible moment. As he carried the crystal vase to the coffee table in the living room, before he could quite process it, the vase was slipping from his hands and falling to the floor with a heart shattering crash.
Now he was on the ground, hurriedly sweeping the pieces of broken glass with his bare hands. Among the shards were flowers, now all scattered and already starting to look disheveled. The water was soaking into the knees of his slacks.
And the icing on the cake? Of course he had to slice his finger on a shard of glass when he wasn't paying attention. Without hesitation, he attempted to stop the blood flow...using the sleeve of his white button up. But he was already too far gone.Ā
You're screwing it up. You can't do anything right, can you? You're going to end up aloā
He clamped his hands around his ears, trying to block out the voice, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold onto something; anything. But it was like he was drowning. Going further and further down, the water clogged all of his senses.
Edward? Eddie? Eddie!
Finally, he felt a hand on his shoulder. And it all stopped. Edward opened his eyes and blinked heavily, catching your scared expression for only a few seconds before you replaced it with a tentative smile.
"Hey, are you with me?"
Edward nodded slowly, only just beginning to feel the waves of hot tears that had started rolling down his cheeks. This wasn't the first meltdown you'd witnessed from him. But it was the first one he'd had on a holiday. As much as they intimidated him, he'd managed to keep it together. Something about this one though pressed him so thin that he felt like he could shatter at any minute.Ā
And you already seemed so aware of it as you helped him get up and said, "You're home, you're with me."
You caught sight of the bright red blood on his shirt cuff and took his hand in yours tenderly, examining the small cut on the side of his index finger. "Let's take care of this first, alright?ā
You took him into your little bathroom and carefully cleaned the wound before rubbing in a small dot of antibiotic ointment and sending him in your room to pick out a set of pajamas from your dresser. Normally, Edward would feel embarrassed, having sets of pajamas at your apartment for all the times he stayed over; he hated being alone at night. But now, he was grateful to get out of the damp slacks and bloodstained button up.
By the time he finished getting dressed, you'd picked the remaining pieces of glass, sopped up the water, and placed all the flowers on paper towels in your kitchen. And when he'd looked at them shamefully, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. Then you spoke, "They're beautiful flowers, Edward. Thank you. Maybe I could press them and use them in a project. That way I can keep them forever."
Edward hummed lightly, "That sounds lovely." You are lovely, he wanted to say. But somehow, he could tell that you already knew it as you walked him out to the living room, a massive box of chocolates and a small bottle of red wine on the coffee table.
"It's not much, but I didn't know if you'd have anything planned. So I figured we could spend the night in," you explained.
Edward didn't have the energy to scold himself for forgetting to tell you about his plan for the evening. None of that mattered anymore. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. But more than that, he was in love. In love with you and your gentle touch and your hopeful eyes as you waited for his reply. Like if the chocolate and the wine wasn't there, you'd probably still be content anyways. Content with him.
"I wouldn't ask for anything else, my angel," Edward said, his lips forming into a small, semi-circular smile as he pulled you into a warm, comforting embrace.
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Hi soph!!!! You asked for blurb requests so can you do something about just hugging Eddie and how warm and soft and loved he feels??
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windbreaker
he ran in as quickly as possible, closing the door firmly behind him and letting a shiver run through his entire body. it had been rainy and windy all day in gotham, and you were lucky you had gotten to stay home all day instead of going out like your poor boyfriend.
you heard eddie sniff as he took off his shoes taking a couple of deep breaths to re-ground himself and let his body finally relax. you stood up from the couch and softly made your way to the door where he stood.
āhi, baby,ā you greeted sweetly. edward looked up at you and gave you a small smile.
āhi, angel. s-sorry,ā he breathed. you cocked an eyebrow.
āsorry about what?ā
ājustāā your boyfriend sighed heavily and shrugged. he knew he had no reason to apologize. he was literally just existing after coming home from work. you looked at him and carefully walked over to him. unzipping his wet navy blue windbreaker, you parted the sides before wrapping your arms around his body inside it. edwardās breath caught in his throat and you nuzzled against the button up he wore as you took in how warm and comforting he felt.
āyouāre so lovely,ā was all you murmured. you felt eddieās shallow breath graze the top of your head for a moment before he swallowed.
āthank you,ā he mumbled, a bit flustered. you stayed there, occasionally increasing your grip around him and running your fingers gently up and down his back. he couldnāt quite hug you back, he didnāt want to get you wet, but from the way he slowly melted into your touch, you knew he felt at home.
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Valentineās Day had to be perfect. At least in Eddieās mind. And this one held far more weight than any others might, because it was your first Valentineās Day together, and Eddieās first ever Valentineās Day that he was spending with someone he cared about. Someone who was willing to spend the most romantic holiday with him as their partner. Because of this, and because he was so consumed and influenced by media, the only representations of love he had for company before he met you, he had convinced himself that if it wasnāt the most romantic, completely perfect in every single way, kind of day, that he would have failed you. And you deserved more than that. You deserved everything. So, Eddie had great plans, visions of exactly how the day would go, what he would do, what you would say, how you would feel. But, much like everything else that Eddie experienced in life, nothing went the way he intended it to.
It started with the card. He didnāt want it to be some sort of rehashed version of one of the ones he had taunted the Batman with. It had to be perfect for you. It needed to just scream You and Eddie if it was going to be worth it at all. But not a single shop in the whole of the city were offering anything that came close to being good enough for you.
Your first Valentineās Day together had to be special. It had to be memorable, wonderful, good enough for you. Because if he could never be truly sure that he himself was good enough, he could at least try and make sure that everything he did was.
In a bid to see his vision come to fruition, he made an attempt at making his own, but his attempts felt clumsy, childish. With trembling hands, covered in glue and paper cuts, he worked away at over twenty designs. Not one of them were worthy of giving to you. In his mind, he knew what he wanted. But unfortunately, the world, nor he himself, could conjure up the perfection he was looking for.
Sweet, soft, beautiful, peachy, the sun when it shone in rays through the clouds, a familiar sound like a lilting song. Those were the things he thought of when he pictured you in his head. And nothing could be as good as you were, which he realised was the first hurdle in making everything perfect. It could never live up to you or what you deserved.
And everything else fell in line with that first disappointment.
By the time he had decided on an activity which would make the day memorable. In the end, Eddie settled for the classic. A romantic meal, expensive, somewhere that served your favourite food. But when he had finally completed his research, saved enough money, there were no tables left. Things book up fast in Gotham, especially when every other day another restaurant is destroyed in a fire, a bombing, a mafia related shoot out.
He'd even wandered around the city going door to door at any establishment that looked like it had a kitchen, begging them, offering an absurd amount of money, if they could just cater to the specific menu he had in mind. Something that would satisfy you, make you feel special, to let you know how precious you were to him. On several occasions, he had considered taking to his stream, begging his followers. But he felt that it might undermine him.
Eddie had made a note of several business owners and restauranteurs who were a bit too stuffy for his liking. Heād get his revenge on them later for ruining your Valentineās Day. Although, when he stopped to think about, he was mostly angry at himself. He hadnāt though it through properly, or he had, but heād overthought it. He was to blame, completely and entirely. No one else. And sure, swift revenge in the form of bashing and blood might temporarily make him feel like he had gotten some of his anger and disappointment out, someone to put the blame on briefly so he could go back to planning, he knew it would all fall apart again either way. The crushing guilt. The sadness. It was pretty ordinary for him, he realised. Why bother trying to fight it?
Finally, in a desperate bid to succeed in providing you with a romantic evening of your favourite foods, Eddie, somewhat foolishly, decided that he would cook for you. In a last minute rush, he had almost crashed on his way to the supermarket on the thirteenth of February. The only time he had free now, since he had waited until the last possible minute in hopes of finding a reservation somewhere. Heād even thought about finding a couple who had a reservation and then disposing of them. Heād make you happy, by any means necessary. But, he realised that the effort involved would take far more time than he had.
Desperately, frantically, searching the aisles for ingredients, he collected them all up in his arms, paid for them with the meagre money he had in his account, and headed home to take stock of what he had managed to accumulate. Although, upon stock taking his provisions, he realised he had missed several key ingredients. It would be fine though, he was sure. He wasnāt much of a chef anyway, he could barely cook instant noodles right. He relied on you so heavily for his sustenance and nutrition. The least he could do, he felt, was extend that gift to you just this once.
All day on the fourteenth, Eddie stayed at home, trying to learn how to cook on a whim and failing miserably. By the time you returned home from work in the evening, he had already made several iterations of the same meal, each one of them ever so slightly better than the last, but nowhere near the standard of cooking you were used to, or that you deserved.
You walked through the door, intrigued by the smell. Ingredients you recognised, but they smelledā¦ wrong.
āHey, Eddie! Happy Valentineās Day!ā
āHey! Youāre earlyā¦ā
You moved to kiss him, planting a soft, warm kiss on his cheek which was flushed and coated in sweat.
āI thought I would come to your place straight after work. I missed you today! Itās love day, Eddie. Besides, I donāt mind waiting around. What are our plans for this evening? I know you said it was going to be amazing, and I donāt doubt that for a second, but Iām just curious!ā
āUhā¦ā
Eddie shifted nervously in front of the stove, trying to cover the pots and pans, but you giggled at him.
āI figure it has something to do with that delicious smell? Edward Nashton, if I didnāt know any better, I would think you were cooking me a romantic dinner.ā
You cocked your eyebrow at him, smiling playfully, so touched by the fact that he would go to all of that trouble for you instead of just taking you to a restaurant like every other guy.
āIāmā¦ well, that was the plan. Iām trying to cook something at least.ā
āDo you need a hand?ā
āNo! Noā¦ Iām doing this for you. You sit down and get comfy. Put on a show. Iāll be waiting on you hand and foot this evening.ā
āOh my, Mister Nashton, Iām so flattered.ā
You blew him a kiss, blinking your eyelashes at him flirtatiously before you kicked off your shoes and got comfortable on his sofa. But your rest and relaxation were short-lived, as you started watching Eddie out of the corner of your eye, soon shifting so you could see him better, monitoring what he was doing. It was impossible not to try and keep an eye on him. He clattered every pot, dropped so much cutlery, and sighed continuously, muttering to himself in annoyance or stress, you couldnāt determine which.
āYou good?ā
You called out from the sofa, your voice carrying over the sound of steam and bubbling, the metallic clattering, and Eddieās heavy breathing. He shouted back.
āYes! All good!ā
But he didnāt sound good. And it didnāt smell good either in the apartment. Something was burning, and you werenāt sure Eddie was aware of it yet.
āIsā¦ that smells almost done, huh?ā
āWhat?ā
āI said, whatever is in the oven it smells-ā
āOh f- fudgeā¦ Damn it!ā
Eddie hissed in pain, letting out a small yelp as he opened the oven door, the handle burning his hand, the tray that whatever the charred remains were supposed to be burning it further. He tossed everything onto the kitchen island, watching the blackened crumbs spreading everywhere. You tried to smile at him, to reassure him or comfort him, but beyond him at his back you could see a disaster emerging.
āOh, Eddie! Theā¦ Eddie the pot!ā
He turned quickly, letting out what would have been a comical scream had the situation not been so unpleasant and serious. The sauce in the pot had bubbled over the hob completely, and a thick, dark smoke was beginning to rise up, threatening to set off the smoke alarm. But he caught it just in time. Not enough to save the dish, but enough to save your ears from the screaming assault.
Eddie tossed the dish towel he held in his hands on the floor and leaned back against the cabinet. He tossed his head back dramatically, smacking it on the cabinet behind him and letting it droop forward again, uttering one dismal, silent, defeated word.
āOw.ā
You got up quickly, rushing over to him, a tiny giggle escaping at how sweet he was, but concern painted over your face as you reached him, lifting his chin up to look in his eyes.
āOh, my sweet Eddie! Are you ok?ā
āJust a bump.ā
You tutted, pulling his gaze back to yours as he tried to look away, staring at his feet which shuffled awkwardly on the ground.
āI mean in generalā¦ you seem awfully stressed. Is anything wrong?ā
He sighed, unable to keep any modicum of truth from you when he stared into your sweet eyes. He could feel himself melting away, his insecurities, his worries. It was like you could defrost the chill that he permanently lived under. Enough, at least, that he could be open and vulnerable, and honest. In a flurry of words, he let everything out.
āIā¦ I justā¦ I wanted everything to be perfect for today because I feel like I have a very tenuous grasp on you not that I have a grasp no you, you can leave whenever you want, but Iād like it if you didnāt leave because youāre the very best thing thatās ever happened to me and I donāt deserve you but I thought if I could make you happy and give you a perfect Valentineās Day that you might think I was worth it, all the trouble and the effort, but I couldnāt even do that so if you feel like you want to just let me go then you should because you deserve better than I could give you even at my best, which I donāt even think Iām capable of living up to anymore.ā
He stopped, taking in a huge breath, shuddering and trembling with it as he let it go on the exhale.
āAnd I didnāt even get you a back-up gift.ā
You took a deep breath in yourself, trying not to take the weight he had placed on himself onto your own shoulders. You needed to reassure him, help him lessen the burden on his own so that he knew that anything he did was good enough for you in future.
Taking his hands in yours, you leaned in, resting your chin on his shoulder and breathing slowly with him until you could feel his heart rate slow down.
āEddie, itās ok. Really, it is. Thereās no need for you to get so worked up, not like this. Everything you did tonight was perfect, and do you know why?ā
He shook his head, dejected, sullen, almost child-like. And you realised you were staring at the soul of a child who had never been told he was good enough as he was. Not by friends, or teachers, or the nuns at the orphanage.
āBecause you tried, Eddie. And that alone is enough to make me feel wanted, and loved, and appreciated.ā
You punctuated those three words with a kiss to his shoulder, leaning back to plant your lips on his for a quick second before you squeezed his hands and continued, noticing that his smile was making its first appearance of the evening.
āItās really ok. Youāre everything I want. If I could, Iād have you sitting still and not doing anything, that would make me happy enough. Anything else you do, and I really mean anything, including your little criminal escapades, is just extra toppings on the huge, sweet sundae that you already are. Yeah?ā
He nodded a little, his cheeks flushing pink, smile hard to suppress even though he was trying to.
āBesidesā¦ I really only wanted one thing from tonight.ā
He looked up at you, suddenly worried, as though he was going through the list of possibilities he hadnāt considered yet. Engagement? A surprise vacation? Something simple like a box of chocolates and a stuffed bear?
But you calmed those nerves quickly, leaning in to kiss him, passionately, tender, a little bit forceful even as you brought your hands to his chest, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer to you. When you broke it off, parting your lips from his and smiling at him, eyes half-closed, sultry and suggestive, he still looked confused.
āSo youā¦ ohā¦ oh!ā
You nodded, giggling at his sweet, surprised face, and trailing him back towards the bedroom by his hands, leading him through the hallway and never breaking eye contact. He still looked a little bit hesitant, as though he was worried he might have got the wrong end of the stick, but you wouldnāt let his low self-confidence trick him into thinking you didnāt desire him completely, and as you walked, you let go of his hands, undressing yourself bit by bit, until you were at the bedroom door.
In the bedroom, once Eddie was well aware of your intentions and had calmed down a bit, you started undressing him, removing his shirt one button at a time, slow, painfully so, but he waited patiently. His eyes were glazed over, and you realised that all of the tension was leaving him as he stood, thoughtless, completely under your spell, waiting for the next step.
But the passivity wore off once he was standing shirtless and he was watching you remove the remaining articles of your own clothing, sliding out of your panties last and sitting back on the bed. You reached for his hands, grabbing them and pulling him forward, towards you, then into you, where you nuzzled his chest before pulling him on top of you on the edge of the bed.
He leaned against the edge of the mattress, kneeling on it slightly, as he traced the edges of your body, fingers finding comfort in your skin, arms wrapped around you, holding you, his palms kneading at your soft, supple skin as he moaned into your neck. He draped kisses over you like soft satin, letting his tongue warm your skin, softly exhaling over the wet patches, tingling, sending shiver over your entire body.
One of his hands left you, and the instant twang of desertion was quickly replaced by anticipation as you realised he was reaching for his cock. Craning your neck to watch him, your pupils dilated, breath shuddering as he gripped the thick shaft, teasing his hand up and running his thumb over the sticky, flushed head. You dragged your fingers up over his chest, settling them on his shoulders and pulling him closer, giving him just enough time to position himself against you before he slid between your walls, buried deep in you at first thrust.
āFuckā¦ Eddieā¦ā
There was a brief moment of pause as he clumsily pulled himself out of you, reaching to place his palm against your cheek.
āSorryā¦ are you ok? Was that tooā¦ hard?ā
āNo, it was amazing, goodā¦ It feltā¦ so goodā¦ā
Even in the dim light you could see his proud, almost smug, grin forming at the compliment, the ego stroke of knowing he felt good inside of you, at least as much for you as it did for him. And with the encouragement of your words, he pressed his tip against your swollen lips once more, pressing in slowly before offering one quick, hard jolt, up to the hilt, groaning as you clenched around him.
Eddie managed out a few slurred words, salivating as he spoke, unable to focus too much, his brain on his other efforts.
āYouāre goodā¦ feel so goodā¦ā
His soft hair fell in front of his face, and he made a couple of attempts at blowing it out of the way, before he realised all of his breath, his effort, his exertion, was going into you and the way he held you, the way he filled you.
As Eddie fucked you, harder than usual, more strenuous in his efforts, he kissed you, softly, sweet and sour, the differences between the way he rutted into you and the way he let you know how much he loved you with his lips, his tongue, it was heaven.
There was a difference in the way he was touching you now, the way he grabbed at you, possessive, obsessive, filled with desire. He felt insatiable, in his need to taste you, to fill you, to have you stretched open for him.
āThis hasā¦ to be specialā¦ I love youā¦ā
Eddie groaned past the words, grunting with every movement of his hips, with every pump of his cock within your walls.
āI donāt want to leaveā¦ your bodyā¦ I donāt want to stopā¦ā
You were about to ask what he meant when it hit you, and you let your legs fall behind him, holding him inside of you, pulling him closer.
āā¦ and Iām notā¦ going toā¦ā
You could make out the sweat beading on his forehead, the way that strands of his light hair stuck to it.
āā¦not until Iāve leftā¦ every drop of meā¦ inside of youā¦ā
In a heated moment, he stopped completely, the base of his cock almost consumed by your lips, his hips pressed into your body, hands finding your face, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes with the bright intensity you had come to know and love.
āYouāre everything to me. You deserve everything. And I want to give you everything I have. Do you want that?ā
You nodded, licking at your lips, begging, pleading silently.
āI can give you the best gift I can, make you mineā¦ so sweetā¦ so softā¦ā
He began moving again, his cock twitching as your walls clenched around him in response to the surprise of the motion, slow and steady but deeply satisfying.
āā¦ so breedableā¦ ready to take meā¦ā
āOh my god, Eddieā¦ pleaseā¦ā
You were choking on the words, swallowing your own drool as you salivated at the thought of him taking you, claiming you, marking you with his seed.
āI want to fill you upā¦ hngā¦ I wantā¦ fuckā¦ I want to see meā¦ dripping out of youā¦ā
Your legs began to tremble, the pressure building inside of you immense. You let out a scream of intense ecstasy as Eddieās thumb found your clit, rubbing it swift but soft as he spoke to you, his sweet sermon of words you had no idea you were so desperate to hear.
āKnowing the rest of meā¦ is stillā¦ ahā¦. Buried in side of youā¦ your mineā¦ let me spill my seed in youā¦ā
He growled the last sentence, loud and clear, confident. The way he spoke when he donned his mask and coat, how he spoke when he wasnāt just Edward Nashton. When he was in control, on a mission. Determined. You could almost smell the scent of his leather gloves, all in your imagination, as he gripped your cheeks, running his thumb over your lips.
āYouāre mine to fill upā¦ hehā¦ youāre mineā¦ to do what I want withā¦ yeah?ā
You nodded ferociously, unable to accurately form any words, but something akin to a jumbled up yes followed by a string of pleading terms at least spilled over your lips as you clung to him, desperate for him to live up to these promises.
As his pace quickened, Eddie leaned over you, his face buried into your chest when he could, whispering to you as he rocked his hips, his body, back and forth, taking in the sight of you under him, the way you felt, the way his cock was served and warmed by your slick.
āWouldnāt it be romanticā¦ to make you mineā¦ to startā¦ a familyā¦ on Valentineās Dayā¦ wouldnāt that beā¦ a pretty good gift?ā
Eddieās thumb was working your orgasm out of you faster than expected, helped along by the delicious words he spoke with all of the genuine intent he could muster in his state of arousal, close to climax himself.
As he quickened his pace in response to your screams, to feeling you cum on him, around him, he managed to keep his voice low, to a whisper, before he began yelling, unable to control himself.
āTo have you committed to meā¦ make us oneā¦ completelyā¦ fuck, fuckā¦ oh god!ā
āI wantā¦ to be inside of youā¦ hngā¦ until we make thatā¦ happenā¦ā
His movements became more forceful, like he was trying to approach it almost mechanically, being thorough, to make sure it would happen.
āI need youā¦ ahā¦ to take meā¦ take all of meā¦ā
Eddieās fingernails pressed tiny crescents into your skin, the pain feeling exceptional, tingling and sharp, as he held your hips to him. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrust, the explicit sounds hitting the walls around the room, the slapping louder and more frantic as he reached his climax. Tensing, his cock twitching against your walls, he came inside of you, a roar emanating from his sweet and soft face. You could feel his load, warm, thick, filling you. Your stomach muscles contracting under the pressure of your own orgasm, brought on by the knowledge that you were filled with Eddie, consuming him, marked as his. Potentially starting a new life, in a very literal way, together, forever.
For all that his efforts had culminated in nothing going to plan, it really felt like the perfect way to spend Valentineās Day, and the most wonderful way to end it. Eddie sighed, content with the way the day had gone, pleased with how you had taken him, keen to take big, romantic steps with him despite his calamities and clumsy nerves. Bringing you into his chest, he exhaled, the satisfied breath turning into a pleasant, easy hum as he stroked your hair.
It had been an acceptable day. In fact, it was more than that. It had been good. Actually good. A very good valentineās day indeed. It felt good that he could be open and honest around you, that he could speak his mind and say how he felt, what he wanted. That you two were so in tune with one another. He felt silly, for doubting himself around you, or for thinking that you would even be with someone that you didnāt think deserved your attention. Eddie knew you were smarter than that, better than that. And knowing that you were so valuable to him, so wonderful, so capable. It made it easier for him to recognise those traits in himself. Sure, you were the most wonderful person in the world. But he himself had to be pretty wonderful too to be good enough for you. And he kissed your forehead, a silent thank you for that gift that you hadnāt even intended to give to him. And the one that he hoped you might give to him in another nine months, or else he would have to keep trying.
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