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imagine--if · 2 months

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A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

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Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

✧༺ 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ༻∞ (message me know if you want to be removed. ghost blogs/dead accs have been removed.)

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basiibasi · 6 months

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Dano nation ✊

#paul dano #dano nation #dano riddler #fan art #drawing #sketch #danocel

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trinketpixie · 3 months

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today is my one year anniversary of being on tumblr:) thank you to my super awesomesauce danonators who have supported me throughout the year! danonation continues to rise! -hannah

#1 year tumblrversary #paul dano #edward nashton #danonation #dano riddler #the riddler #batman #danonator #the riddler fanart #riddler year one #riddler 2022 #riddler fanart #batman riddler #dano nation #danonation rise #fanart #digital art

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the-toulouser · 2 months

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now that i’m a barry keoghan boy, i NEED batman 2 to open with the joker absolutely SLAMMING into riddler’s ass in arkham asylum

#the batman #the batman 2022 #dc joker #the riddler #barry keoghan #paul dano #dano nation #sorry to revive my batman hyperfixation #still fond over it #and need those two to fuck #riddlejokes #some good yaoi right there

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disacurveball · 11 months

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You loved to sing in the choir.

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priceofblindeye · 1 year

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Ave Maria

I knew you riddler fans would go feral over the pictures I got back from my photoshoot at Emerald city comic con, so here is one I call Ave Maria

#the riddler #the riddler x reader #ave maria #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler year one #the riddler cosplay #Edward nashton cosplay #paul dano #paul dano nation #paul dano riddler #the batman #the batman 2022 #matt reeves #danocel #dano nation

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kuj0goth · 1 year

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I love drawing this silly guy in the most unsettling offputting little places what is he doing there

Painted the bg btw 🙄 its wtv 🙄🙄🙄

#riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #the batman #paul dano #dano nation

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oedipussyy · 1 year

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#the batman (2022)#the riddler #batman #riddlebat #paul dano #dano nation

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danoberry · 2 years

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★ my girl (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: the kids stay at your parents' home for the weekend. you and burt decide to take advantage of that freedom.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, handjob, blowjob, fluff, big breeding kink, talks about pregnancy, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, lots of use of "good girl"

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.2k

afab genitailia

It was the weekend of your anniversary. As most couples do, you and Burt wanted some alone time. Of course, you would never make your parents watch your children, but they had insisted. Hell, an offer is an offer. The kids would be staying at your parents’ home for the next three days.

It was strange, that Friday night. There were no kids running around the house, no one tugging on your pant leg asking you “what's for dinner,” or how long it’d be until then. It was just you and your husband. He had missed the purley one-on-one attention neither of you had experienced in a while, and so did you.

Saturday was another day to relax. You sat on the couch together and read each of your respective novels. Reading as you lay on his lap, and he, petting your hair as he read, pushing his glasses up ever-so often.

As the sun set, and orange-yellow light filtered through the window, you closed the book you were reading and kept the chapter you had left on in the back of your mind. Records sat on the shelf under the brand new television. You left your partner’s lap and sat your book on the coffee table. Walking over, you kneeled down and picked up The Temptations, turning the record to the A side. A crackle sounded as you set the needle to track three. My Girl.

“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day…” The Temptations sang.

Burt pushed his glasses up once more and finished the sentence he was reading. Setting it down, he stood up and smiled in your direction. You reached out to hug him, wrapping your arms around him tight. He sat his hands right above your hips and laid his head on your shoulder, quietly reciting the lyrics in your ear.

“My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl…”

The man- your husband- towered over you as he held his forehead close to yours, pecking you on the lips.

You both continued to slow-dance as the tune continued. His feet moved and swayed harmoniously with yours.

“Ah, you don’t know how lucky I am…” He says. Burt lets out a sigh with a smile. “You’re my girl. Wow.”

You blush at the words of praise. “I love you.”

He plants a kiss on your lips again.

“I love you, more.”

“Pshh…”

You dig your head into his chest while you both dance, until the track ends.

…

There were no set plans for Saturday, besides watching a movie (by which you didn’t know the name, only that it was romantic) that would be on the television at quarter ‘till nine. As time passed, you would continue to read after your dance, and sit propped against him.

With time hurtling towards 8:45, you sat up and went over to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

“Got it, darling?” Burt said from the other side of the wall, in case you needed any help.

“Yes honey, I’m okay. Thank you!” You replied, setting the pan on the stove.

The popcorn began to pop on the stove a few moments after you had turned on the heat. You waited the few minutes it took, shaking around the pan to get all of the kernels popped. Once they were all done, you grabbed a bowl and poured it out of the pan, before turning off the heat and setting the pan back on the stove to cool.

You approached the living room, only this time Burt was kneeling by the television, clicking buttons, moving dials, and fixing the antenna for a better signal. Eventually, he had it fixed, and he turned down the volume to a quiet yet audible sound. He got back up and sat down on the couch with a blanket.

The popcorn sat on the coffee table and a dim lamp positioned in the corner of the room was enough to create a cozy environment. The curtains stay open to the backyard, and a view of the moon which glimmered and refracted off of the window glass was pleasant.

You huddled next to your husband and grabbed the other half of the throw blanket he had on his lap, propped your feet up on the couch to your right side, and laid your head on his shoulder. Burt sat, knees spread apart, and threw his arm over your shoulder. As the Warner Bros. logo flashed upon the screen, his pointer finger drew circles around your hand, massaging it up and down. He kissed your head and rested on yours.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at the screen, you were admittedly becoming bored of whatever movie you had been watching. Where the hell even is the title screen?

You looked up at your husband with loving eyes, but he seemed interested in what was going on, and he kept his view on the television.

A thought swept your mind. The kids aren’t home.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in ages. The last time was probably months prior, and even then, it didn’t last long. Not because Burt couldn’t last long, because God, how he could, but because the last time you had had sex you were almost walked in upon by your youngest, crying about a nightmare. You might as well take advantage of the time you had, you believed.

You looked back at the screen blankly and slowly brought your hand to his upper thigh. Burt let a breath escape his lips and looked down at the imprint your hand was leaving under the blanket. Your hand massaged his thigh slowly and treaded towards his crotch. The tent growing under his pants was something getting harder and harder to hide. Burt shifted his focus from the television and now to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and slowly dragging circles with his thumb under your hairline.

Your hand finally reached the growing bulge in Burt’s pants. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his crotch, feeling him grow. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him again.

“Mhm…” he hummed with his mouth closed, smiling as a way of approval.

The hand that was just grazing his thigh was now unzipping his pants and grabbing his cock from the slit in his underwear. Burt positioned himself straighter as he felt the cold air envelope around his dick.

A low groan escaped from his lips and his eyes shut for a brief moment while you rubbed gently on his sensitive, red tip. Your hand had meticulously wrapped around his length and started a rhythmic up-and-down motion. The sight of your husband enjoying himself so much, with his head laid back on the sofa, requited licking your lips in satisfaction.

Burt’s head slowly came down again, and he opened his eyes to stare directly at the hand you were fucking him with. All the while, your mouth watered and heat pooled in between your thighs.

“Oh… you’ve always been so- ah- good at this, doll,” He said, preliminary to licking his lips and letting a quick stream of air escape between his teeth. Your head reached up to his face and you kissed his cheek.

“You’re so kind to me, baby…” Grinning on his bright red cheek, you said.

Your hand stroked him harder and harder. Burt tried not to buck his hips as your fist, wrapped around his cock, rutted up and down. The strokes slowed for a moment, which resulted in a groan, however your face had left his, and made its way down to his crotch. You opened your mouth and let saliva drip from the tip of your tongue onto his cock. A hand stayed lightly squeezing his base, your mouth enveloped the end of his cock and your cheeks hallowed out, before letting off with a pop noise.

His head threw back once more, only this time he let out a moan that made the space between your thighs even wetter. You pulsed as a reaction.

“Oh- God, hon,” he inhaled through his teeth, “you’re so- ah- perfect. You know- you’re such a good mom to our- ah- kids…”

You took your mouth off of his dick, with a bit of saliva following your mouth as you sat up to look at him and kept your strokes slow, yet steady. You went to kiss him on the lips.

“Thank you so much baby,” you said.

“Lets try for another… would you want that, doll?”

The general thought of being pregnant didn’t fancy you very much, but the idea of having another child, another that you loved and adored, that you and your husband could take care of together, made you elated. Without hesitation, you giggled with approval and nodded your head, before kissing him once again.

“I just wanna fill you up…” He commented.

Quickly, you let the strokes of your hand stop and you took off your shirt and pajama pants that you had stole from Burt’s dresser. He let his pants roll down to his ankles and he changed from his shirt to his bare chest. All that you were left with on the couch was a bra and underwear, and he sat up, completely naked and erect, his cock throbbing for your warmth.

He looked at you for a moment, encapsulating your body. You took off your parties and sat on Burt’s lap, facing him. His dick sat at the bottom of the pudginess of his stomach, just below his belly button. It propped his cock up nicely. You began rubbing your clit up and down his length, edging each of you on for a moment.

“I need to be inside you…”

“Okay baby, okay,” you replied. With that, you took his cock out from under you and played with the tip against your clit, before lining himself with your entrance and sitting down slowly, circling as you took all of him.

“Good girl,” Burt praised.

His cock twitched inside of you, which made you shudder in retaliation. The feeling was indescribable… it just felt so, for lack of a better word, good.

You began to ride his cock, beginning slowly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face deep under his chin, bobbing up and down. He thrusted into you, sounding slapping noises. You moaned loudly into his neck, while he groaned louder and louder under you.

The pace was kept by you, but was interrupted from time to time from out-of-sync thrusts from your husband, going even deeper in you than what you thought was physically possible.

“Hon-ey, hey,” he said between thrusts. You came to a stop for a moment. “I really want to fuck you.”

You clenched at his upfront words and nodded your head.

“Okay, babe.”

Burt picked you up and kissed you. He walked to the kitchen and sat you on the table

“Mmm… my good girl. God, I can’t wait to have another baby with you. You and I make such wonderful kids, don’t you think?” He prodded gently.

“Mhm...” you said, nodding like a madman.

“Tsk-tsk, Oh, how impatient you can act sometimes. You want me now, huh doll?”

“Yes please.”

Burt rolled his eyes affectionately and began to line himself up with your entrance once again, moving your body slightly off of the table, and grabbing your hand to sling over his shoulder. Your other cupped behind his neck, and you held yourself up as he began rutting into you.

Closer to orgasm, you both were. The both of you had been edging each other on until the point of unbearability. Pounding into you was Burt’s final act, and it was going to be a grand finale. He was never hard on you, but he wasn’t going to be that soft on you.

His medium-fast, hard pace was sending you into orbit. Grunts escaped his lips with every thrust, and he would smile at you as you moaned with pleasure.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum, hm? Are you gonna make me cum?”

His thrusts began to get faster as he chuckled and kissed you again.

“Mhm! Yes… mhm…mhm!”

Strings of mhms left your lips as Burt gave it his all to give you the best orgasm in ages, and to paint your walls with as much cum as he could.

“You can do it, sweetheart… Make me cum in you,” he said, reassuringly as you felt your walls clasp down on his cock. Electricity shot through your core and throughout your pussy as you came. Fuck streamed out of your mouth repeatedly.

The vibration of your core was enough to send Burt flying over the edge. He moaned loudly while warm spurts of cum lined your walls. He panted and pulled off of you slowly, kissing all over your face.

He took his thumb to your hole, collecting some of the cum dripping out of you, before bringing it to your mouth. You licked his finger clean and closed your eyes from exhaustion.

“You’re so good. You’re so good. I love you so much, doll.”

You opened your eyes to see his bright red, sweat misted face once more. You kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, baby…”

“We’re gonna have such a pretty child.”

You giggled. “I agree, hon.”

“We should start thinking of names!” He said, jokingly.

“Oh please, Burt…”

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homuku · 26 days

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paul dano undergoes mitosis

#art #paul dano #the good heart #wow!!!#digital art #fanart #sketch #dano nation

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ricoelpobre · 3 months

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Everybody say hiiii hot neighbor

#ctrl alt del l8r #drake tweets #via mookedu on TikTok; linked in post #EL CHICO DEL APARTAMENTO 512 #EL QUE HACE MI CORAZÓN SALTAR #ES A QUIEN LA HAGO CARTAS NOCHE Y DÍA #QUE NO LE PUEDO ENTREGARRRRR #paul dano #dano nation #hot neighbor #mr and mrs smith

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imagine--if · 1 year

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Can you write headcanons on what things dano riddler would text his s/o? Like if they were away on a trip what the texts would look like ?

A/N: Yeas I cannn 😁 this is one of my older requests that I found in my drafts so enjoyyy! I went all out and decided to do fake message thingies instead of hcs bahaha (Also I'm really working towards posting every other day on this blog now that the worst of my finals are done 😅 thank you all for being so patient!!)

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starlightsearches · 1 year

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some creepy disgusting boyfriend!dano!riddler below the cut uwu (18+)

The thing that’s so delicious about having Eddie as a boyfriend is that you don’t realize anything is off about him until it’s waaaaaaaaaay too late.

Like how, on your first few dates, you get the feeling that he’s learning everything about you for a second time — from your usual coffee order to the last vacation you took. The way Eddie nods, thin lips pressed tight together, holding back from finishing your sentences.

It’s how you’re operating under the impression that Eddie’s just really shy, that he doesn’t like to talk about himself that much, and that’s why he’s always hanging on your every word. But that doesn’t explain why he’s showing up at your work with all these ostentatious gifts — huge bouquets of your favorite flowers and pastries for you to share on your lunch break.

It’s in the way he fucks you for the first time like an animal, breathing so hard in your ear it sounds like he’s growling, pawing at your body with inconsiderate hands, leaving you with bruises across your hips and a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach when he cums seconds later. Then Eddie spends the rest of the night with his face between your thighs, both desperate and insistent that you cum at least three times. Which he manages, despite how clumsily he gropes at you.

Somehow, he knows what positions you’ve been imagining the nights you’ve been alone, starts to sound like the videos you search up on your private browser.

It’s the time you were at his apartment and borrowed his computer while he took a shower, opened the screen to find your own Instagram page, logged in on your account.

For the first time you notice that all the photos from your trips to the beach have been removed from your feed and archived for private viewing. There’s a whole list of guys who used to follow you, clogging up your blocked list.

When you show Eddie what you found, and tell him that it’s fucked up, he cries so hard you’re sure he’s gonna choke.

With his hands wet from tears and dripping snot, he grips your wrists, pulls you close until you’ll meet his eyes.

For the first time, you’re scared to be around him.

And a few minutes later, you’re the one apologizing to him, pulling him into your chest and stroking your fingers through his hair until his breathing slows.

But that night isn’t even on your mind a few weeks later. So you don’t think to watch Eddie’s reaction when an old friend stops you on the street and gives you a hug that lingers just a little too long, wrapping his arms low across your back.

Eddie’s quiet for the next few days, but he gets like that sometimes. And he snaps out of this funk quicker than the others, coming home from work, giggling while he pulls you close and dots kisses all over your cheeks.

You don’t read the obituaries, so you never do find out about your old friend, or how he jumped from a bridge only a few nights after you’d seen him.

Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck, still breathless from his release, tasting your skin. When he whispers “you’ll never leave me,” you give him a yes without thinking.

And it’s too late before you realize that it wasn’t a question.

#edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton/reader #edward nashton #edward nashton/you #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler #dano nation #dano riddler #edward nashton headcanon #edward nashton headcanons #suicide mention #suicide tw

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