Meowriddler

⭐️She/her but u can call me whatever⭐️ Age 19 requests : open

[meowriddler]

✧ Heyo I’m Zee

✧ age:19

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[meowriddler]

Touched Starved Edward

A/n: hey yall…. It’s been a min so here is this ig loll

Warning: kind NSFW /touch starved Eddie duh ( never wrote anything smutty and posted so that’s a warning on its own)

-Touch Starved Edward: who seems to gravitate towards you every time your setting on the same couch, almost clinging to you.

-Touched Starved Edward: who hugs you a bit tighter and longer then normal just wanting to feel your warmth for a while longer

-Touched Starved Edward: who can’t help but hold your hands every time you go out together even if his hands tend to get sweaty

-Touched Starved Edward: who craves your touch and will do anything to intent it whether brushing his hand against urs to even having his hand onto the small of your back

-Touch Starved Edward: who even Daydreams about cuddling with u every second of the day

-Touch Starved Edward: who’s a shamed how pathetic he feels every time you show him an ounce of your attention and will do anything to get you to praise him

-Touch Starved Edward: who gets tense every time you set close to him, you can’t help but offer to massage his poor shoulders

-Touch Starved Edward: who’s mind is racing with a million thoughts, wanted to explain himself on why he’s so tense around u but doesn’t

-Touch Starved Edward: who almost lets out an shameful moan the second your pretty hands touched him

-Touch Starved Edward: who was so close to cuming onto his own pants when your touch gently started going lower onto his so aching back ( something else was aching too)

-Touch Starved Edward: who doesn’t notice he’s been grinding his hips onto the couch and groaning into the cushions hoping it’ll hide how pathetic he is for you and your simple touch.

-Touch Starved Edward: who begs you not to stop,and cums the second you called him your pretty boy.

Touch Starved Edward: who’s a pathetic whimpering, and needy mess around you

A/n: as I always say don’t forget to drink water my shawtys 👹👍

[meowriddler]

I need to be put down

[meowriddler]

POV: me after watching ep 6

I need to lay down for a while….

[meowriddler]

I miss yall so much sobs I literally graduated then started college 👍

[meowriddler]

Yall guess what

[danosrosegarden]

Hey ur my favorote Eddie Nashton fic writer, if you're taking requests at all would you write something about reader throwing him a birthday party? I imagine he didnt get many in the orphanage :( Supposedly 7/21 is his birthday!

sweet tooth - edward nashton x gn!reader

{contains: brief mentions of past trauma but mostly fluff/celebrating edward :-)}

Edward got up for work early, when the sky was still a dark, milky blue-black and the air was still chill and silent.

40 today. He would rather not think about it.

He was perfectly fine with you forgetting. He could count on one hand the amount of happy birthday letters he had received in his four decades. He was fine without a stupid cake or colorful candles or glittering balloons. He was a fully grown man, not a selfish little child. Who needs them.

But while you're still sleeping in bed and he's putting on his jacket, getting ready to head out the door, he sees something shining on the kitchen counter. He walks over and sees a card. Sweeping, cursive letters and a drawing of a cupcake decorate the front.

It's Your Day!

The counter is bejeweled with small, glittering pieces of rainbow confetti. He doesn't notice that his hands are trembling as he opens the card.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. I hope this year is the year you flourish like never before.

I can't wait to celebrate you when you get home.

His stomach is churning as he places the card back on the counter and it stays twisting and turning throughout his day at work.

Not a single happy birthday, Edward! Not a card or confetti decorating his desk.

But you. You remembered.

He scoffs a laugh as you practically tackle him in a hug when he walks through the door.

"I'm so glad you're home, darling."

It takes genuine strength to blink back his tears as you shove a gift in his arms. It's wrapped in glimmering green paper.

He thinks of the orphanage as he tears it. He thinks of the children he shared a room with. He wonders where they are. How they could've bloomed like neon flowers in the beating summer sun if only they had been given a chance.

You looked worried as he peers at the gift: a thick book of crosswords.

"It's kind of stupid, but I thought you'd like it. It's supposed to be harder than the New York Times. I know you love a challenge."

He shakes his head and says nothing as he envelops you in a quiet, warm hug. You can feel his smile against your cheek and suddenly, it all is worth it. The nightmares that keep you both up and make your stomach cave in worry. The times you have to run your fingers through his hair and pat his back as he dry heaves into the toilet. The days where the world is too loud for him and his voice is far too quiet to fight back...it all is worth it if it means he could blossom with you. It wasn't easy, but getting to be a part of him would always be worth it.

You think of him, him in his entirety. His high, trembling giggle as he stumbled his way through a dumb joke. His compassion and dedication, the times he'd pick up market flowers for you or write you long, handwritten letters just because. The truth of the matter was that despite everything he had weathered, Edward Nashton was sweet. He was kind to you. He was yours, and there was nothing you'd trade that for.

Edward did not look forward to his birthday. He hardly remembered it when it rolled around each year. But then there was you. God, he never could've imagined that this would be his life. A life where he's celebrated, not crumpled like a piece of ruined paper and thrown away. A life where he's thought of and cared for, not just another number.

He is loved. That's all he could've wished for.

[meowriddler]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAV LOOKING MOUSE MAN 🫶🫶🫶

[lazyartistunderscore]

:3 hi!

So, I'm not sure how to request art, and I don't know if you want to be paid for it. (I'm dirt broke)

But, if you have time for it, I have a request?

I rlly love the backrooms, and one of my favorite levels is 974 (Mr. Kitty's House). I think it'd be really cool if you could draw Edward in that level. Like my profile picture is Mr. Kitty. If you could just draw exactly my pfp, but replace Mr. Kitty with Edward.

PLEASE DO NOT FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO DO THIS! I CAN'T PAY YOU AND I DON'T WANT TO EXPLOIT YOU! SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DRAW IT THAT'S PERFECTLY FINE AND I RESPECT THAT AS A FELLOW ARTIST!!! OKAY!? OKAY! <3

But regardless, thank you for taking the time to read this request! I hope you're having a great day/night and that you're really happy! <3

hihi!! i REALLY appreciate your message and thought why not and paint it fully <3 no need to pay at all thank u for requesting!

[meowriddler]

I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED MY POOKIES BIRTHDAY

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE WHITE MAN 🫶😔

[nshtn]

Effervescent You

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

A little ficlet about Edward's feelings for you. TW for stalking and voyeurism. Suggestive.

Edward laid in his bed, thoughts consuming his ragged mind each night the way they always had – aside from one tiny detail, that was.

Tonight they focused deeply on you.

He wondered when it was, exactly, that he had fallen for you. When it was that his mind decided to insert you into the messied fray of mental gunfire, tried to force you to fit into the fragments of a framework he couldn’t afford. And he knew, deep down, that you couldn’t afford it either; if he abducted you into his world you’d fall ill immediately and become a withered rose, the last petals of your pure intention rotting in the decrepit vestiges of his mind. You had to be a savored candy, to be preserved like a limited gem; you were the sparkling foil mastercraft card of his mind, legendarily glinting in the light.

Oh... He could never say that one out loud. You would make fun of him… would you? For all the truth he could unfold from you, he couldn’t understand the absence of your outright social rejection. He waited, and waited, and waited on it, ears back and tail tucked, but the guillotine of cut contact never descended upon him. Hypersensitive hearing that focused on every word you spoke as he trudged past you in the office had you defending him when your coworkers called him a creep. Why? You were making things worse for yourself. He was a creep. Edward Nashton was a massive, horrible, gnashing and terrible creep, the kind that wanted to be the monster under your bed if only it meant another moment of you.

He sniffled and blinked as his tired eyes burned with salt. No more of that. He needed a distraction, now. But… he needed your distraction, yes.

His eyes sweeped across the litter of photos he had taken of you. You were snagged in time, the tiny crooks of your upturned smile radiating through him warmly as you pressed a wad of ones into a waitress’s hand. Oh, you were always so kind and giving, it comforted him at night when the cold crackled in his bones; he could imagine you there, pushing your jacket across his shoulders, and his cheeks would warm him. There was one where you bit into a sandwich, eyebrows knitted in savored concentration, the ends of your fingers paling with the size of it in your grasp. Cute – he wished he could feed you. One he loved, where you were walking home, hoodie raised to shield you from the cacophony of life as you adjusted a pair of bassy Bluetooth headphones. He had loved listening in ever since. He was so glad you’d purchased them.

And, then, another. This one... that made his face flush and guts churn, shamefully: your delicate tongue rasping across the surface of a swirl of ice cream, the flat of the soft pink muscle cream-covered and draping out from the pillows of your lips. Edward swallowed as his eyes lagged across it, taking in the little bumps of your tongue and the soft curve it made, wishing so badly that he could snake his own against it, mentally writhing with the need to have you for his own. But he couldn’t! You? You would never want someone like Edward, you barely knew he existed, and he knew that the less you knew the better off he was to stoke the flames of this… hobby. The more attention he drew to himself, the less of his mask of normalcy would be left for your curious mind to recognize, and you – unlike his other coworkers, he thought – were smart enough to rip it off of him if he didn’t checkmate your every reply.

He shook a little. He needed you like a drug, like drops, he was diseased and disgusting and deathly and delirious and… and you were dovish, decadent, pillow-plush and dreamlike. He needed to distract himself again, from… from you, this time. Edward coughed, a shaky hand fumbling through dusty crosswords until he felt the staple of a fresh one, snagging it with one finger pad and into the bed before pulling a pencil from his pillowcase. Silence. Silence the spiral.

All he knew was that he needed more of you. He'd get more of you.

[meowriddler]

I finally come back to tumblr and the first thing I see is Paul making out with a muppet-

[danosrosegarden]

I am NOT a cocomelon parent, you gon sit down and watch the batman (2022) 4K HDR riddler scenepacks

[danosrosegarden]

the look i’ll give my grandkids in 2080 when they complain about having to watch the same paul dano edits on loop every time they visit me in my nursing home

[meowriddler]

PLEASE IM SOBBING THIS IS SO FUNNY

it’s giving that one meme

[danosrosegarden]

Hiiiiii loveee I wasn’t sure if ur valentines request were open or what- if they aren’t please feel free to ignore this

I’m in need for soft Eddie and just soft NSFW maybe fem reader takes care of him and just smothers him and just WOWBUWHE

BODYWORSHIP PLEASE I WANNA KISS THAR MANS THIGHS AND HIS CUTE TUMMY NEED HIN

ok sorry about that 😞

amour plastique - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{valentine's requests: three ♡}

{contains: anxiety/insecurity on edward's end, oral sex (male receiving), overall fluff and comfort. <3}

♡ Your words of encouragement and affirmation were thick and sweet and bubbled in his heart like drizzling honey, but Edward could not shake the chronic feeling that he was not enough.

♡ What does enough even mean, Eddie? you had asked him one night in the soft, quiet glow of the fairy lights strung around your bedroom walls. What do you mean, not enough? You always make me feel so good. You're so gentle with me. You make me feel special. What else could I want from you?

♡ It sinks its talons into his heart and twists his stomach into impossible knots, the thought that he could lose you. That you'd find someone better. That you could be lying about how he made you feel. He knew you'd never, but that's just what a mind plagued with blackened, grimy worry did to his thoughts. The idea of being naive enough to fall for a fake, plastic love ignited a great, fiery fear within him. You were all he had. He could not afford for it to be a lie.

♡ As soon as you noticed him growing distant, you decided to prune his fears. You could not afford to lose him, either. Edward handled your heart with steady, loving hands, caressing the veins with careful, gentle brushes. Where could you find another guy like that in Gotham?

♡ The lights in the room glowed dimly as your fingers tenderly brushed up and down his bare thighs. He laid before you on your bed, one hand petting your head and the other holding your free hand. Even with his dick out and throbbing, shimmering pearls of precum leaking down onto his skin, he was such a swooning romantic. You laughed at the juxtaposition.

♡ "What's funny?" he asked defensively. You shook your head as you unlinked your hands. "Nothing. You're just cute."

♡ Even in the gloomy, shadowy light of the dim bedroom, you could still see the broiling hot blush dusted across Edward's cheeks as you planted tender kisses on the plush thickness of his thighs. His legs were already shaking from anticipation. As you sewed more slow, mellow kisses onto his skin, your hand trailed up to his dribbling cock. He squeaked out a high whine as you gave his shaft a soft squeeze.

♡ "D-don't tease," he whined. You gave a chuckle as your hand pumped his cock loosely. The sticky, wet sounds lacing the air in the room were already making your cheeks pop with warmth and desire. "You're so pretty when you're being teased, though," you argued, a wide grin slathered across your face. "You buck your hips and grip the sheets and god..." you trailed off. "It makes me want to play around with you for hours."

♡ Edward squirmed and writhed, his body begging for just a little more contact, just a pinch more friction. Though you truly could've watched his chest shudder and his hips swivel for forever, you decided he'd been good. He always was, wasn't he? Always so ready to take whatever you'd give him, bleating out the sweetest little thank yous and more, pleases all the while.

♡ A high, crackling moan slithered out from his throat as you reached forward and your tongue found his drooling head. His hands flew to the back of your head. He was careful not to thrust his hips forward or push down too hard on your head. He was always so soft with you.

♡ The warbling whimpers that flossed themselves through the air went straight to your core. A familiar tingling warmth crackled through your body. It was hard to control yourself when the sounds he made were just so beautiful, beyond difficult to stop yourself from reaching down and giving your clit gentle, circular rubs. You instead focused your energy on your Eddie.

♡ It took a bit of strength not to chuckle when you looked up at him while continuing to bob your head. He was in heaven, his eyes squeezed shut and his round cheeks burnt a blistering pink as more blissed-out groans dripped from his mouth.

♡ "S-so good," he said. "You're so good to me."

♡ Not to say that sex put a band aid over every insecurity and problem, but you at least hoped that giving him this token of your appreciation made him feel a bit more loved. You adored everything that Edward was. The way he stuck his tongue out in concentration when solving a crossword puzzle, the way he'd slowly melt into your hugs, the sound of his high giggles when he was stumbling through telling you a joke, the smell of his body wash and shampoo trailing against his skin as your bodies pressed against each other in bed. Everything about Edward was bewitching to you. You hoped he'd recognize it completely one day.

[meowriddler]

How I feel interacting with my mutuals 

( yall are crazy just like me 😘✊)

[meowriddler]

I swear to god whoever said senior year is the best or easiest year… just lock ur doors tonight 🫶😘

And sleep with one eye open

[nshtn]

good eddie kissy spot... right between his neck and his chin, that little fat area... very good