I Anticipate You Will (Ed Nygma x Trans Reader)
For my precious boy, Mod Widow. Ilu boo ❤️❤️😍
Words: 778
Warning: fluff?? a little smoochie?? binder mention??
You deserved this day off. After months of stress, yelling, late nights, and stacks of paper at the office, you deserved this Friday off. You had only one goal today, lay on the couch in a comfy pair of boxers and an over sized sweater, watch some old cartoons, and eat diabetes infused cereal because damnit, you deserved it.
Sliding out of bed, you slipped on your slippers and began the task of getting ready for a day of nothing. Hair brushed, teeth clean and blanket over your shoulders, you shuffled into the kitchen to whip up some cereal before plopping on the couch with Netflix.
You paused the cartoon to go refill your bowl when the familiar jingle of keys in a lock caught your attention, the door opening soon after. Only one other person owned a pair of keys to your apartment, so you smiled when a cheerful voice met your ears.
"I can be roasted, but I'm not a turkey. I can be ground by I'm not pepper. I can be pressed but I'm not a button. I can be brewed but I'm not beer. I'm a bean, but I'm not magic," You feel gentle arms snake around your waist, instantly warming your torso. Ed's head rested softly on your head as his hands went to your hips. "What am I?"
"Coffee," you chuckle, having already smelled the intoxicating aroma from the to-go cup he'd placed down when he'd walked in.
"Correct," he kisses your shoulder before resting his chin on it. "I brought your favourite." Ed reached one arm behind him to the table where he'd placed the cup and brought it around to you. "Warm bean water with a splash of cow juice, I believe you said?"
"If you're going to directly quote, yes," you chuckled, "I thought you had work today?"
"You thought wrong," he smiled brightly, tightening his hug around your waist. "How should we spend the day then?"
"Not sure," you pondered aloud, "What do you wanna do?"
He merely kissed your shoulder once more in response, placing soft kisses on your skin. His gentle lips, the soft caress of his hands against your stomach as he sent pleasant tingles reverberating through your body. His hands slid upon the thick, spandex fabric, a hardly noticable hitch in your breath as he flattened his hands over the expance of your chest. "You didn't sleep in it, did you?"
You shook your head, resting your hands over his. "'Course not," you placed a chaste kiss to his temple before resting your head against his. "I hardly wanted to put it on this morning."
Ed took care in slowly turning you to face him, his index finger lifting your chin gently until you looked him in the eyes. The gentleman's expression was loving, a small smile on his soft lips. He always was such a softy. But as you looked further into his beautiful brown eyes you saw a hidden spirit of mischeif digging its way out.
"May I?" He asked, a hand sliding to your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. A smile of a yes, and Ed's lips connected with yours, gentle and comforting. His arms wrapped their way around you, pulling you closer to his warm chest in an almost protective manner. As his lips controlled your thoughts, his hands managed to sneak into your back pockets, gaining a firm hold of your butt.
At the light pressure he applied, you eagerly jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, arms around his neck and hands sliding into his fluffy, soft hair. You could feel him smile against your lips,
Without missing a beat, Ed walked backwards until he came in contact with the bed. Laying you gently down, your bodies still intertwined. Disconnecting his lips from yours, he gave a quiet, breathy chuckle at your unhappy whine.
Brown eyes locked with yours, the sparkle in them expressed the complete adoration for the boy beneath him. Ed shook his head a little, almost amused by his own infatuation, before leaning down and capturing your lips with his once again.
"The inventive make me, the foolish use me incorrectly, and I pop, but never break," he riddled, an excited smile dancing at his lips. "What am I?"
You thought a moment, nibbling your cheek in thought. "An idea?"
"Correct again," Ed pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"Well, what is your idea about?"
"How we should spend the day," he teased.
"I may not be in that pretty little head of yours, Mr Nygma, but I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever idea's in there."
"I anticipate you will, Mr (l/n)."