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finniestoncrane · 20 hours
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Your One True Nemesis
Chapter 38: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1k they're awkward and i am indulging in my love of miscommunication 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: lil bit of angst
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Eddie could strop. It was one of his skills. The ability to maintain a cold, uncomfortable atmosphere in favour of feeling like he was punishing someone for a real or imagined sleight came naturally to him. You would almost classify it as one of his hobbies. But usually, at least by now, he would have come out of the strange mood and conceded, with a non-apology, in an effort just to get close to you once more. It hadn’t happened yet though. An entire week since your ‘date’ at the orphanage had gone by and Eddie still seemed to be avoiding you, or at least avoiding any long conversations with you. 
Was he afraid that you were going to ask him again? Question him about the future? You imagined he was rife with commitment issues, but it wasn’t as though you were asking him for anything concrete or serious right then. Just a little hint that your future wasn’t going to be empty and void of him once he decided you were worn out and beneath him. 
Perhaps you’d scared him off for real this time, or maybe, this was it. Hewas bored of you already. Complacency, the routine. The comfort and stability of a relationship was definitely out of his realm of comfort or experience. And, you could admit in private, that potentially you weren’t intellectually stimulating enough for him. Or submissive enough. Or doing your job well enough now that things were more personal between you both. 
There wasn’t any point in worrying about it needlessly, however. Not when you’d come this far in your relationship with him, to get to a point where you could converse openly, or at least somewhat openly. So you lifted yourself up from your bed and headed down the corridor towards the work room.
You had no idea what you were going to say, or how you intended to confront him. Gently, was the obvious answer. But that felt like maybe you’d give him enough room to wriggle out of giving you a concrete answer. However, a more forceful approach might only make things worse. And as stubborn as you had felt yourself become, Edward’s natural talents in that department somehow rubbing off on you, you were ready to admit that you everything in you wanted to cling to his filthy shirt and tell him you loved him and never wanted to leave him, even if it meant tossing yourself into a pit of submissive, vulnerable embarrassment in the process. 
It was brave, you thought, to feel this confident as you stomped down the hallway to speak to what you could only call your boyfriend. But as silly as you thought the bravery might be, you wished it had stayed around longer, because the moment you could make out Eddie’s slumped over posture sitting at his workbench, you lost all cognitive ability, and instead shuffled up behind him and stood awkwardly in silence. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you finally managed to say something, and immediately cursed yourself.
“Whatcha doin’?”
Eddie looked to you with the same confusion and concern that you were questioning yourself with, only shooting a quick sideways glance towards the robot shell he had in front of him, not even bothering to answer your question as he had dubbed it, rightfully, beneath him to offer you that kind of easy answer. 
“Robot. Obviously. Duh!”
He looked to you again, raising an eyebrow. You were being weird, and he recognised it, but he hadn’t quite been able to place the reason for this until you spoke again.
“About the other day, Eddie… at the orphanage.”
His pupils widened, but he flicked his gaze back towards the workbench, avoiding eye contact with you as he uttered one single word.
“Oh.”
The silence was uncomfortable, offering you little space to ease into the conversation naturally. But you had to commit, you’d already come this far. 
“It’s just that you’ve seemed very distant since then. As though maybe something made you uncomfortable. So I wanted to apologise, first of all, for springing anything on you that you weren’t expecting. We’re not really a… traditional couple, I suppose. So traditional questions and traditional steps don’t really follow in line with the rest of our-”
“Do you trust me?”
Looking to him from the floor where your gaze had settled out of fear and embarrassment, you could see an intensity in his eyes that was a little rarer these days, now that he had softened up to you.
“Of course I do.”
“Well then, I need you to keep trusting me. I can’t offer you more than that, not now. But if you can place your trust in me regardless, then the reward will outweigh whatever imagined risk there is.”
It wasn’t at all that you didn’t trust him. It was more that you were blind to what exactly you were placing your trust in. But there was a shift in his mood, a change in how he spoke to you when he said those words, that made you comfortable with taking yet another risk in order to preserve your relationship with Edward Nigma. 
“Ok. Ok Eddie, I trust you.”
There were no further words spoken. He only leaned in to hold your arms tight as he pressed a kiss, strong and deep, against your lips. The kind of kiss that lovers in movies give when they’re about to board a train to a destination far away. A goodbye kiss. And without further clarifying, he dismissed you with a quick wave of his hand, turning your body around manually and then returning his focus to his work.
You knew better than to argue. It was familiar, reminiscent of your time in the sewers all those months back, when you had barely known him save for the scraps of information you got from articles and front page news reports. Like you were going back in time. Like nothing much had changed, or worse, that it had, but it was slowly changing back.
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zv5x · 6 months
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Riddler who slowly hugs u tighter and tighter until you're whimpering and you can't breath or wriggle away before telling u that he knows u were trying to escape but that he doesn't blame you. Obviously you were being manipulated by that ex lover of yours. He was too merciful to let them off the hook that easily, and intends to rectify his mistake.
Of course he knew what those ropes on the floor stood for. He immediately knew you were attempting to escape. And on top of that, to see you fiddling with the door handle right as he makes his way in after a hard day of work...what a terrible thing to come home to, right angel? Of course the knew you were trying to leave him. Why wouldn't he? What, did you think he was stupid or something? Of course, you tell him no, that you could NEVER think that, and that he's the only remotely intelligent man in Gotham. But he doesn't believe you. Just look at those ropes on the floor. Clearly, the scum of the Earth still holds your tongue.
He gently, slowly, whispers their address into your ear, while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He traces kisses along the side of your head, while you try your damnedest to squirm away from him. He doesn't bother using the syringe to get you to sleep yet. He just wants a few more minutes like this with you. He just wants a few more minutes to tell you what he's going to do to everyone you ever loved, and what he'll do to you right after that. He'll play the event in his brain over and over again.
Enter their homes Hear their screams Come back home to you
The idea alone makes him feel just so…good. He could scream.
You could too, in fact.
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zashifish · 9 months
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real soulmate
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spizzaza · 4 months
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A part that I took from my fan fiction starring the Riddler.
Here Nygma tries and finds Crane to propose an alliance, but things don't go very well.
This part inspired me a lot
Here but for now only in Italian:
www.wattpad.com/user/Spizzaza
Program: Clip Studio Paint
Time: 3 days.
Art commissions are open also, in private for more info. :)
On my Deviantart anc for the commissions info:
https://www.deviantart.com/spizzina00/art/Dr-Crane-vs-The-Riddler-zero-year-997872263
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AHHHH UR WRITING IS JUST CHEF KISS I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT, ITS SOO GOOD AND UR CHARACTERIZATION OF EDDIE IS JUST AMAZING IM OBSESSED, ALSO FLUSTERED EDDIE IS EVERYTHING MAN I LOVE HOW SHY HE IS ✋😫
Now make them kiss 🔫👹
Oh God oh shit don't shoot I haven't picked up my makeup order yet. Btw sorry this is so short ??
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Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 4
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Eddie always insisted on walking you home. At first, you didn't want to trouble him but you soon realized that the little favour meant more to him than it did to you. There was something about you being left vulnerable to Gotham's cruelty that made him jittery; his clingy, anxious nature could paint true masterpieces of horror disguised as intrusive thoughts. Besides, it was a good pretext to stretch out your date for another thirty minutes or so.
His hands were always warm and soft, which was part of the reason why you like holding them so much. The other satisfying thing was the adorable bashfulness the act of affection elicited from him. Despite his vivid shyness, once he had a hold of your hand, he was committed - not letting go until absolutely necessary.
When you arrived at your apartment building, you quietly questioned whether the distance from the coffee shop you met at was always this short. It seemed as if anytime Eddie was walking you home, the streets of Gotham became suspiciously short as if specifically trying to spite the newly found lovers.
You pushed the door to building open, even letting one of your feet step over the threshold before you stopped altogether. There was something you'd been thinking about for the entire day, barely holding the urge in and now, when his longing stare was watching you disappear into the night, you let those recurring thoughts win.
Unable to hold back a smile, you turned around to face Eddie. "Actually, I nearly forgot to give you something."
"You... have something for me?" he asked while you were walking towards him. A blush appeared on his cheeks as it usually did when you showed him any kind of interest.
"Yeah, just a small thing," you answered with a shrug. For all he knew, you meant something completely insignificant.
Before Ed had an occasion to question you further about the enigmatic, if not elusive, gift, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. You could still taste the root spices from the pumpkin pie he and you ate.
Eddie froze. His mind was about as blank as it could physically get. You were kissing him and he definitely wasn't asleep. Lacking experience in that department, he tried to kiss you back as best as he could manage. He was probably going to overthink that beautiful moment when he gets back home, yelling at himself for being so awkward but at the moment no coherent thought could form in his mind: there was only you and the way your soft lips moved against his. A faint aroma of vanilla entered his nostrils - your lipstick must have been a scented one.
When you pulled away, the chill night air made his face feel unbearably cold. "Nearly forgot to give you a kiss," you whispered. Then you pecked the corner of his mouth and went inside your apartment building. The click of the front door locking shook Eddie awake.
All of this... actually... happened. He could die a happy man now.
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imagine--if · 1 year
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It's impossible to be away from Edward Nashton too long - even if you're out at work, or if you're not dating yet (well, not that you're aware of 😵) your phone will literally blow up with the number of texts and 'checking up on you' he's doing
Or just random, goofy riddles and jokes that he answers for you a second afterwards, just to let you know that he's there on the other side of the screen whenever you need him
Eddie's literally online 24/7 for you, checking your status, liking and responding to all of your stories and posts, as well as half a dozen other suspicious-looking anonymous accounts that have all started liking your things too 😏
Once you properly get into a relationship with this madman, I swear you'll basically be on the phone with him whenever you're not together - it's the only way he can keep himself calm and focused and happy, something he never thought he'd be able to feel 🥺️
Or he'll just call you at random moments of the day because he loves the sound of your voice... he's a simp, but he also needs comforting, and you're the best option for both 😍
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Good Things Come in Threes — Paul Dano’s Riddler
SMUT! 18+ MINORS DNI
Synopsis: you desperately need him when he’s at work and you have the day off. You lay him a visit at his job to tease him willing to pay the price as soon as he gets home.
Word count: 3.2k
Warnings: degradation, slight praise kink, overstimulation, fingering, blowjob, oral (r receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap, ok!), choking, some spitting, dirty talk, aftercare
a/n: i know it’s no ‘recalcitrant’ update but i just needed to write some straight up riddler smut because this man makes me feral. Hope you enjoy and let me know if I missed any warnings <3
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He had this control over you. You couldn’t necessarily explain it. You knew what he was doing wasn’t the best thing but you still loved him. He was the riddler, and with him, the people of Gotham were starting to see some hope.
You and Edward have been dating for a few months now. People knew about you being in a relationship but you both still kept secretive. It was nearly thrilling having a somewhat secret relationship, especially when no one knew it was with the riddler himself.
Edward was at work and you currently had the day off. You took care of some errands you needed to and cleaned some. You liked to take advantage of your off days since they weren’t very common. You were thankful that you and Edward worked only during the day so that during the night you had time together and he had time to do his riddler tasks. He didn’t take breaks, so you made sure to relax and comfort him when you could.
You knew Edward still had a few more hours of work. You sat on the couch slightly impatient. You wanted to see him, feel him, kiss him.
Your mind started to wander thinking of how much more dominant he’s become in bed. You subconsciously bit your lip as you thought about it. How his hand felt around your throat, him pounding into you at a rapid rate, how his mouth felt wrapped around your clit.
He loved making you cum over and over for him. He loved tasting you too. It made him happy knowing he could make you feel so good.
You would reassure him with how good he was when he felt insecure. You were sad that he ever felt that way. When you first started having sex, he was more shy and unsure what to do. He said he tried looking up what to do to improve, so you helped guide him.
Then as soon as he got into becoming the riddler, his dominant side started coming into the light. That was one of your favorite sides of him.
You don’t glorify murder, but when he’s come home with the duck tape wrapped around his belt and his leather gloves, you couldn’t help it. He knew it too. If you knew he was going out to do his thing as the riddler, you knew as soon as he got back you were about to get some of the best fucking sex of your life.
You could feel yourself getting wet from just thinking of him. An idea popped into your mind. You got up and changed your underwear. You didn’t put it in the hamper but bunched it up and threw it in your purse. Maybe a short visit to Edward’s work wouldn’t be a bad idea.
You took the train there and walked into his work building. The workers have seen you with hun before so they already knew you, which was nice because you didn’t have to get questioned by any security or employees on why you were there.
Edward looked up as you got closer to his desk and confusion washed over his face. He started to stand up.
“Is everything okay?” He asked as you got closer.
“I’m ok, Edward,” you reassured him with a smile. “I just wanted to see you. It felt lonely at home without you.”
Luckily none of his coworkers were close by so they couldn’t hear any of your conversations. You opened your purse and pretended to look for something as if your panties weren’t already bunched at the top.
“I thought I might drop by to give you these,” you whispered seductively. Your hand placed your underwear on his desk. Edward’s eyes widened as he quickly grabbed and hid them under his desk on his lap.
“What are you doing?” He almost yelled as he looked around. You could tell he was thoroughly aroused but he hated the idea of anyone else seeing your underwear. It was a sight only for him.
“Can you feel them?” You asked as you leaned closer. Your lips were right beside his ear. “Just the thought of you made me wet that I had to show you.”
He let out a small groan from your warm breath hitting his skin. His hands tightened around your underwear in his hands. He wanted to smell them right then and there but knew he couldn’t discreetly. Plus, if he did, he’d get an even bigger erection.
You pulled away and kissed his cheek to act as if you weren’t talking completely filthy to him. You could tell he was getting worked up. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you then and there on his desk.
“I’ll see you at home,” you sweetly said with a smile.
“Be safe,” was all he could get out. You knew he was planning what to do to you when he got him. He swallowed harshly as he shoved the panties into his pocket.
You left feeling a little satisfied with yourself. Normally it was Edward who teased you but now you got to tease him some. You couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do when he got home. However, you did know it was gonna be rough.
When you got back, you read some and watched a little tv before making dinner. You kept looking at the clock. Edward should be home soon.
You heard the keys opening the door right as you finished dinner. Your heart started to race and butterflies fluttered in your stomach from anticipation.
“You were a bad girl earlier,” Edward said in his deeper voice. You smirked before turning to face him and act innocent. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you already. His chest was slightly heaving. As soon as he got off the train, he walked as fast as he could home to get to you. Before you could say anything to him, he opened his mouth to speak.
“Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” you replied as you started to walk away. You glanced back at him. He was watching you. Your hands lifted your shirt up and dropped it to the ground. You were wearing one of his favorite bras of yours.
You removed the rest of your clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. You couldn’t wait any longer. You needed him. Your skin ached for his touch.
“Did I say you could sit?”
You immediately stood up and looked at him. He was nearly eyeing you like you were his prey. He wasn’t very close to you yet but you could see how blown out his pupils were. He needed this just as much as you.
“What were you thinking coming to my work to give me these earlier?” He asked as he held up your panties.
“I thought you’d like a reminder of how turned on I can be by just the thought of you,” you casually said as you stared into his eyes. His lips slightly twitched for a smile.
“Or was it to torment me? I wanted to fuck you right then and there on my desk to show everyone who you belong to.”
“Why didn’t you?” You asked him with a slight smirk. He reached up and grabbed one of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat since his hands were a bit cold, which made your nipples harden even more. He looked at how your breasts reacted back up to you.
“Because only I get to see how beautiful your breasts bounce when I fuck you.”
You nearly moaned then and there. His fingers lightly twisted your nipple in his hand, earning a small moan from your lips.
“Get on your knees.”
You happily complied. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as he started to undo his belt and zipper. You were growing wetter by the second. You looked down as he freed his erection. You loved looking at his cock. Your mouth watered just thinking of sucking it. You looked back up at him for permission.
“Suck me off,” he told you. “If you’re good, you’ll get a reward.”
Your hand grabbed around his cock as you leaned forward and licked his tip, tasting his pre-cum. He was so hard on. You wrapped your lips around him as you started to suck him. He watched you as you bobbed your head and moved your hand. The sensation drove him closer to the edge by the second.
You took him deeper in your throat, which made his head lean back in pleasure. You watched his reaction as his chest heaved from how good you were making him feel.
He reached down and moved your hair out of your face before gripping it behind your head with slight pressure. You placed your hands on his thighs as he started to buck his hips.
He started to fuck your mouth. You slightly choked on his cock since he was so big. He hit the back of your throat each time he pressed into you. His moans got louder with each thrust. His pubes tickled your nose as he pushed you further down his cock, taking him in completely.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he looked down at you. “You’re taking me so well. Do you like me fucking your throat like the slut you are?”
You didn’t answer as he kept fucking your throat. Tears form in your eyes. He pulled you off his and leaned down to look at you.
“I asked you a question. Answer me.”
“Y-yes, sir,” you replied.
“Open your mouth,” he told you, which you easily complied. You parted your lips and he spits in your mouth. You closed your mouth and swallowed it before opening your mouth to show him. He smiled.
“Good girl. Now get back to sucking.”
He stood back up before shoving himself back in your mouth. You gagged a little on him when he hit the back of your throat.
His moans got louder. He repeated your name a few times before muttering words you couldn’t make out. He started to thrust into your mouth faster and more irregularly. You could tell he was getting closer.
“Oh, fuck,” he barely said as he looked back down at you. “I’m gonna cum.”
When a few more thrusts, his load shot into your mouth. You kept bobbing your head on him to let him ride out his high. You looked up as his head was completely leaned back. Sweat coated his face, making his hair stick to his skin.
He pulled you off his cock and looked down at the string of saliva that coated him.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs for your reward.”
You happily got on the bed and opened your legs for him. You watched as he removed the rest of his clothes and lightly chuckled.
“You’re an eager little whore, aren’t you?”
He leaned over and kissed you for a moment. He tasted himself on your lips and grinned knowing you were his. He pulled away and got between your legs. You wanted to kiss him more but you were eager to feel his mouth where you needed him most.
He looked at your wet pussy and smirked. He reached up and ran a finger between your folds. You lightly shivered from the contact and moaned.
“So wet for me.”
You watched as he brought the finger to his mouth. His lips sucked it clean, making you even more turned on.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Before you could process it, he dived him. Your back immediately arched as he licked between your folds. His tongue flicked over your clit. His lips wrapped around it and sucked on it, making you moan and call out his name.
You started to close your thighs but he shoved them open.
“Keep your legs spread for me or I’ll stop,” he warned. He looked up at me. “And I know neither of us wants that.”
You nodded as you looked at him. He leaned back down and started to eat you out again. One of your hands clutched the bed sheets while the other grabbed your breast.
Your head pressed back into the bed as he licked and sucked your clit. He loved tasting you and making you feel good. He’s gotten really good with his mouth.
His tongue rapidly flicked over your clit.
“Oh, fuck,” you exclaimed as he continued. You don’t know how he could do that for such a long time, but it was way better than your hands could ever do.
The knot in your stomach formed. You did your best to keep your legs spread because you couldn’t risk him stopping, especially not right now.
“I’m gonna cum,” you kept telling him as you gripped the back of his head with the hand that previously grasped your breast, pushing him closer to you. His mouth wrapped around you and sucked harshly.
You let out a loud moan as you came. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you close to him. Your juices drenching his chin.
He kept licking and sucking you to let you ride out your high. You were practically humping his face as you started to calm down.
Your body shivered from overstimulation as he licked you clean. He loved the taste of you so much he couldn’t risk missing a single drop.
He gently kissed above your clit as he looked up at you. His arms were still wrapped around your thighs.
“You did such a good job,” he tells you as he watches you trying to calm down from your high. You nearly pulled away as you felt his finger touch near your hole.
“You didn’t think that would be the only one I’d get from you, huh?” He asked as he shook his head. He was completely hard-on again. He loved being dominant but he loved, even more, making you cum over and over for him.
His finger slid into you with ease. Your back arched again. He slowly thrust his finger into you. He got up and hovered over you and kissed you. You lazily kissed him back as he continued. You could feel his hard cock barely touching your inner thigh.
He slid in another finger, making your breathing more sporadic. He kissed down your jaw to your throat. He sucked different spots before finding your sweet spot and sucking even harder.
“Touch your breast as I fuck you with my fingers,” he instructed.
You grabbed your breast with one of your hands while the other scratched his back. You yearned for him to quicken his pace.
He curled his fingers and started to pump them into you faster as he leaned down and sucked the breast you weren’t fondling. You let out a string of profanities from how good he was making you feel. Your nails digging deeper into his skin. He let out a guttural moan from the sensation.
He added a third finger, making your top half nearly lift off the bed if he wasn’t already hovering over you. Your mouth stayed open, no noises leaving it. He looked up at your face.
“You’re gonna take what I give you,” he told you before quickening his pace. He looked down to watch his fingers fuck you. He couldn’t wait to fuck you with his cock next.
His fingers fucked you rapidly. You were getting close to your second orgasm since he was curling his fingers to hit the right spot with each thrust.
“I-I’m… c-cuming,” you barely got out. He quickened his pace, which you didn’t know was possible.
“Cum for me.”
You came again for the second time. You screamed not caring who heard you. He kept his finger going to let you ride out your high again.
You finally calmed down. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as he removed his fingers. You nearly felt empty from the sensation. He brought his fingers up to your lips.
“Open.”
You opened your mouth and looked at him as he watched you suck your juices from his fingers. His eyes grew darker.
“I need to fuck you. Now,” he told you.
You could barely comprehend anything as he easily slid his cock between your folds and into you.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he started to thrust into you. “You feel so good.”
He leaned down and kissed you briefly before sitting up. He grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your legs up so he could go deeper into you.
The sounds of both your moans, profanities and his pounding into you filled the room.
“You’re so good at taking my cock,” he said as he watched how it went in and out of you.
He braced himself with one of his arms on the side of you while he wrapped his hand around your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he applied the right amount of pressure.
“You like my hand wrapped around your throat as I fuck you?”
He kept pounding into you at a rapid rate. You knew neither of you was gonna last much longer.
“Reach down and touch yourself,” he told you.
You mustered the strength to reach down and use your fingers to start rubbing your clit in fast but lazy circles.
“You look so good touching yourself while I fuck you like the dirty slut you are. Don’t you dare stop.”
You barely nodded. It was becoming too much for you. Your edge was close. You were about to orgasm for the third time.
“I-I’m—“ you barely got out as you tightened and came around his cock. He didn’t stop. He watched your face scrunch you in ecstasy as you came again.
“F-fuck,” he said as he followed right behind you with his orgasm. He lazily thrust into as he rode out both of your highs. He pulled out of you before laying down right beside you.
Both of your chests were heaving and your hearts were trying to calm themselves down.
“You did so well,” he whispered as he leaned over and gently kissed you. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”
A smile rose on your face. He could fuck the daylights out of you but still need reassurance to make sure he didn’t go too far. You shook your head since you didn’t have to energy to say a single word.
“I’m gonna clean us up while you catch your breath.”
Edward got up to get a warm washcloth as he came over and gently wiped you clean. You slightly jerked from being extremely sensitive.
“Sorry,” he softly says as he finished up. A moment later, he’s right beside you. You barely lift up to lay your hand on his chest and he wraps his arm around you. He pulls the covers around both of you before pulling you closer.
“I love you,” you tell him as you’re on the verge of falling asleep. You figured dinner could wait after your nap. You felt beyond exhausted from all the orgasms Edward gave you. He smiled as he looked down at you.
“I love you, too,” he told you back as he kissed your forehead.
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kitmon · 2 years
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What Happens Behind Closed Doors and Live Cameras | Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader
Summary: It's not enough to fuck you in the isolated space of his apartment, Edward needs to let everyone know just how good he takes care of his precious baby.
Pairing: Edward Nashton aka The Riddler (The Batman, 2022) x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6.2k
Tags: smut (18+ only), dom!edward, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), edging, dacryphilia, swearing (duh), BDSM elements (reader's wrists are bound and she's gagged for a good portion of the fic), praise kink, daddy kink (its only used once), kinda pet play?? there's no, like, collars or anything but he calls her 'puppy, pet, etc.,' spanking, fucking on a live stream (exhibitionism), dumbification, creampie, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), oral (m!receiving), throat fucking... I think that's it but if you catch anything, please please please let me know!
Author’s Note: I started writing this in June for a close friend's birthday but I'm fucking ass at finishing anything I start so it took me 3 months to finish this lmao! But you know what?! Better late than never so BE GRATEFUL! A fat fucking smooch and a huge thank you to @queenimmadolla for beta reading AND FUCKING KILLING IT! She left me over 250 comments and spent at least 3 hours editing this! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! So please please go send her some love, she absolutely deserves it. Happy reading, you filthy sluts <3
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“Alright,” Edward mutters to himself as he fidgets with the dingy camcorder a bit more, always a stickler for the details. “And we are live.”
His voice is lilting as he presses the obvious red button upon the camera’s top, the red dot blinking in slow increments in the top corner of the LCD screen as an air of boyish excitement radiates off of him, evident in the joy laced in his voice. As he takes a step back, he rubs his covered hands in anticipation, addressing the pitiful number of viewers through the low-resolution lens of the camera he has propped over a second hand and, imbalanced tripod.
“Hi, guys,” he waves both of his hands, not able to hide the giddiness behind his movements. “I hope that you’re as excited as I am because I have,” he pauses, stepping back a few paces so his towering frame isn’t hoarding the entirety of the screen. As he does, the length of a drab mattress over a rickety metal bed frame comes into view, your naked and writhing body— dressed only in a mismatched pair  of bra and panties—  splayed over the pilling sheets revealing itself as well. “A little surprise.”
Your arms are bound by the wrists with what seems to be scrap cotton jersey from an old t-shirt, hands resting in curled fists over your rising and falling chest as you exhale harshly through your nose. The camera is expertly angled to keep your identity hidden, the details of your face limited to the slope of your nose and your occupied lips; separated by a gag of similar material to the tie around your wrists, effectively muffling your groans of desperation and neediness.
“As you can see, my lovely partner has offered herself up for your amusement, haven’t you, my darling?” he asks, the words leaving his lips with a condescending undertone that riles you up and has you arching your back against the mattress,  bedsprings creaking beneath you. Edward takes the final few steps to the bed before sitting down at the edge of it, reaching his gloved hand towards your ankle, vinyl tracing up to your knee and back down. Having been deprived of his touch for so long, the minuscule contact has you dragging your thighs together and tossing your head back against the pillows, whimpering behind the gag like a neglected puppy in hopes that he would give in to your obvious needs.
He hums before giggling behind his mask, the sound muffled through the layers of cling wrap and cold weather plastic leather protectant.
“Looks like baby’s all hot and bothered because I won't touch her, is that right?”
“Mmhm,” you hum behind the gag, nodding your head fervently along.
His hand inches past your kneecap and up your thigh, moving closer to your aching core with a painful slowness. A wet spot had formed over the barely-there patch of fabric that clothes your cunt and you flaunt the sign of your wanting to him, curling your back against the bed and spreading your thighs, unabashed in your wanton behavior. Just as his fingertips reach the meatiest part of your thigh, only a breath away from where you silently beg him to extend his touch to, he squeezes the fat there, your skin dimpling with the force before he releases his hold on you and stands from the bed, the springs groaning with the loss of his weight and leaving you whimpering with the loss of his touch.
He steps towards the nightstand where a laptop rests, displaying a live chat. Edward reaches for the trackpad and scrolls through the few responses that have filtered in. From where you lay on the mattress, with a bit of straining, you can see the laptop’s screen and the responses on the right-hand side of it along with the live captured video of you, sprawled out along the bed, delayed only by mere seconds. From what you can see, the chat is showing an influx of interaction with waves of messages ebbing and flowing, coming to a slow stop before rushing all over again. The engagement seems to be high today, Edward often only receiving a couple dozen viewers— give or take a stream— whereas today, the chat is lively and from the view counter in the corner of the screen, you can see that nearly a hundred people have joined to watch him ruin you for their viewing pleasure. 
You catch glimpses of obscene queries and remarks of adulation flickering before rippling across the screen, carried away by the next wave of comments.
Who’s the slut spread out on the bed?
I wanna see her face
I’m getting hard just watching her squirm
“Let’s see what the chat has in store for you, pet,” Edward says, interrupting your scanning of the chat and drawing your attention to his hunched-over form, still fiddling with all of the technological controls over on his end of things, clicking on this window and exiting out of that tab before he says: “What should I do to her first? The power is in the hands of the people.”
With the prompt left out in the open, responses begin cropping up within the chat, each viewer tossing their suggestion into the hat.
Undress her
Show us her tits
Show us that whore’s pussy
As Edward combs through each suggestion and mulls each one over, he hums to himself, “Hmm, seems as though the majority have a deep fascination with what you look like underneath all those clothes.” He trails off before coming to a consensus, “I suppose I can indulge them.”
He moves away from the laptop and stalks over towards you, slim shoulders hovering above you before he throws one leg over your hips and holds the other in a standing position at the side of the bed, crawling  over you.  
He brings his gaze down to your glistening eyes, your stare clouded with ardor, pupils dilated and shadowed over by your drooping eyelids. The look that you send him from below has his intense demeanor faltering for a moment, the man wanting nothing more than to envelop you in a tight embrace and have your soft voice coo gentle hymns of affirmation into his hair, neck and chest. 
The thought is fleeting as he reacquaints himself with the situation; the game that you’re playing at but he yields to your longing and bewitching stare with just a single gesture. He brings his hand up to caress your cheek, the vinyl that covers his thumb swiping over the apple of it one, two times, trailing the glove’s powdery coating over its path. His hand falls from your face, his fingers tracing the tendons of your neck, slipping  past the dip of your clavicle and along the slope of your left breast. Once it reaches the underside of the bra cup, he pushes up and gropes you through the thin material. His other hand joins and soon he’s toying with both of your breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together, accentuating your cleavage before he brings his face down between them. 
Edward’s mask is cool against your skin and the force of his deep inhale tickles you as he takes in your sweet scent through the brief slit of his mask. He exhales a deep sigh through his mouth before he’s reaching his hands towards the middle of the garment where a thin strip of fabric holds the two cups together. He pinches at the opposite ends of it, taking the top of each cup into his hands before ripping it apart, the sound of seams snapping encouraging you to gasp.
He isn’t very strong, not at all actually. His strength lies within his intellectual prowess but in these moments, where you are bound, helpless and at his gracious mercy, he can impress you with the slightest of aggressions. These are the moments that he finds himself to be the most powerful, the most domineering and intimidating. You worship him like this and at his weakest. He worships you just the same.
“There we go,” he mutters to himself as he admires you; your breasts on full display, nipples perked and ripe. 
Your flushed chest climbs and falls in time with your heavy breathing, each rise becoming more frequent with your excitement. He lifts a hand to cup one of your lush mounds, the warmth of your skin penetrating past the elastic material of his gloves and seeping right into his skin. His thumb swipes over the apex of it, pressing against your nipple and watching with fascination as it nearly flattens into your skin before climbing to a stiff erection once more.
While Edward plays with you and watches your pliable skin mold to his fingers and palms, he wants nothing more than to latch his lips onto one of your tits and suckle your plump skin into his mouth, nibbling on the warm flesh as he watches you writhe beneath his doting lovebites. 
He restrains himself though, settling for the warm weight of your breasts in his hands as he lets his imagination run wild with thoughts of what he’ll do to you the moment the cameras are turned off.
“Come here, my faithful viewers!” He cheers, his demeanor shifting seamlessly from his sultry obsession with you to his cheery and excited stream host persona. He stands from the bed, springs creaking once more with the loss of his weight as he steps towards the tripod. He detaches the camera from the stand and carries it back to you, angling it to take in the length of your helpless position; thighs rubbing together like that of a grasshopper, creating a silent sort of symphony within you that is meager in comparison to what you really yearn for. Edward’s conscious and careful to not let the lens capture anything above your cupid’s bow, tending to focus his film on your supple breasts, thighs and the erotic picture of you bound and gagged.
With your attention focused on Edward and his daunting position above you, you miss the flow of chat messages but with the way that Edward groans— the sound slipping into a giddy chuckle— you can only assume that the slim bar on the screen was painted with comments that would have your skin crawling, for better or worse.
Edward tsks at them, “Naughty, naughty, are we?”
He directs his voice to you as he informs you, “Darling, I’ll have you know that the masses are deeply creative when it comes to methods of divulging your pleasure, or alternatively, prolonging it.”
A weak sound slips past the gag crammed in your mouth  and your lower body tenses, back arching over the mattress and inviting him to run his hands over you. He waddles his knees closer to you and leans over your squeezed legs, your thighs fighting to hide the embarrassingly obvious damp spot that highlights the core of your panties.
“Open up for me now,” he mutters, coaxing you to part your legs as he pries his fingers between the plush flesh of your thighs. They part with little defiance from your muscles. You squeeze your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose in frustration, pressing the side of your face into the pillow as your body yearns for his touch.
“Oh, don’t worry, puppy,” he coos, his eyes fixated on your covered center. “Be good for me and I’ll satiate your every desire.”
His hand inches up your thigh, palm soothing your heated skin as it climbs higher with each pass before his fingers finally press against your clothed cunt. Your whine climbs in pitch, choking around a gasp at the sudden pressure; he’s rubbing blindly, his index and middle finger running up the length of your panty-clad slit, feeling the warmth of your pulsing core and juices seep past the cotton of your underwear against the latex of his gloves.
“Mmm, so wet for me and I’ve hardly begun to touch you,” he whispers, more to himself than anyone else present as his disbelief nearly overwhelms him. 
Nearly.
His fingers continue their assault, dipping low and rubbing over the wet patch covering your hole before dragging them upwards to massage slow but firm circles against your clit. A wail escapes you, muffled by the gag and you toss your head back against the pillow, the tendons in your neck straining and bulging against the thin layer of your sheen-covered skin.
“Does my dirty baby like it when I tie her up and shut her filthy mouth? Is that what it is?” He taunts above you, the condescending pout you’re sure is on his lips coming through so clearly. “Look at this pitiful little thing; crying and humping her desperate cunt against my fingers like a little bitch in heat.” 
You can't even be bothered by his degradation and bullying, the barely-there pleasure feeling like a searing brand against you as your head lulls from hanging back to falling against your shoulder. You were helpless to do anything but watch him continue his slow, torturous ministrations against your most sensitive crevice.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” He croons, pushing the frilly hem of your panties to the side to expose your puffy pussy, glistening with your arousal in the low light of the room and clenching on nothing, eager to be filled as it's exposed to the cool air offered by the dingy and scraping fan twirling away in the corner. 
“You love my fingers, don't you?” He goads while pushing his middle and ring finger past your entrance, pumping them in and out of you languidly.
With your speech inhibited, you can only provide him a zealous nod as you mewl at the intrusion behind your gag.
He gives a low chuckle, eyes honed on his fingers pulling out of your precious cunt, soaked to the knuckle, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
His thumb rubs over your exposed clit in tandem with his probing thrusts, fingers curling to knead against that perfect spot inside of you. Your hips begin to move against his hold as you dig your fingernails into your palms and he tuts at your insubordination, reaching to prop the camcorder atop the nightstand so he can free his other hand and press it against your hip, pinning you to the mattress to keep you steady.
“Easy, baby. Told you I’d take good care of you,” he reminds you. “I’ll let you finish if you sit pretty for me.” 
At his promise, you attempt to overcome your desires and keep your hips from jolting up, opting, instead, to curl and uncurl your dainty painted toes as a means of expending your energy. 
He’s pulling his fingers in and out faster, fucking into your cunt at a wild speed. The subtle texture of his gloves rubbing along your walls has a warmth blooming in your stomach as the filthy noises of the latex straining and slapping wetly against you sets you alight. Your head falls back against the pillow as your eyes roll  into your skull from the pressure of your impending orgasm. 
Edward releases your hip and drags his free hand over the underside of your thigh, hooking into the bend of your knee to push your leg up and press it closer to your stomach to spread you wide, allowing his fingers to sink just a little bit deeper inside. His thumb continues flicking across your sensitive nub at a delectable speed and you moan a sweet sound behind the spit-soaked gag, your eyes watering as he works his fingers into that spongy patch inside you. Just as you're nearing your end, the heat in your belly building and rolling into a white explosion, he pulls his fingers out of you. The warmth dissipates and you cry out a sob, tears that had built with intense pleasure in mind falling from frustration instead as you screw your eyes tight and chew on the fabric of the gag, teeth gritted in contempt as he just chuckles above you at your misfortune.
With the tips of his fingers, he pulls your arousal from your hot, pulsing hole and spreads it across the folds of your weeping pussy, wet latex trailing up and down the expanse of your throbbing cunt. The heel of his palm just barely grazes your clit in passing as he does so, urging your body to jolt with each noncommittal touch and it only serves in frustrating you further.
“You got something to say, puppy?” He snickers and as you stare up at the static green farce, you can make out his eyes crinkling in a beady squint behind the cling wrap, a smile blooming behind his mask. You muster your best distraught look, all of which is genuine: chest heaving with the labor of bubbling tears, brows cinching, and glassy eyes downturned as you nod your head. 
He brings his dry hand up to your face, trailing his fingers gingerly over the drying tear tracks that paint your heated skin before they run along the homemade gag in your mouth as he asks, “What do you think, chat? Should we let the pretty lady speak?”
It comes out distracted and hushed but the seedy microphone of the camcorder picks it up anyway. The answer is made obvious by the sudden surge of comments emerging from the low corner of the laptop’s monitor to the very top before disappearing, lost between a dozen other responses. As his eyes peek at the screen from his periphery, he’s left amused at their enthusiasm.
“You’re in luck, pet,” he cooes down at you. “Looks like they want to hear those pretty little cries of yours.”
He lifts the still-slick fingers of his other hand to your chin, drawing them up at a slow jagged pace until he reaches the frayed and curling edge of the fabric lodged between your teeth. He hooks his fingers into the cloth and pulls it out of your mouth so it can fall, damp and limp across your throat.
Your lips are flushed and swollen, glowing with a mixture of your saliva and your own arousal having traveled from the tips of Edward’s fingers to paint your cupid’s bow and chin. You whine as his touch leaves you again, just as quick as it came.
“Please, baby,” your voice croaks, hoarse from lack of use. “Wanna cum so bad. I‘ll do anything, just please let me cum.”
“Okay, puppy,” he caves to your begging and your body slumps as a weak smile plays across your lips. “But first, you have to suck my cock.”
A sick shimmer blooms within your irises, eyes glistening with lust at his terse command. Though your cunt throbs and leaks between your legs, teary with neglect, the thought of having Edward’s thick cock prodding at the gummy flesh of your throat, choking you with the girth of him— it was much too good to pass up, not that he would have let you have a say, anyhow.
His hands travel up his thighs as he leans back to sit on his calves, head angled down to monitor his movements as deft fingers glacially begin popping the button of his trousers open, the sound of his zipper loud with each plastic tooth of it he passes during its climb down. You strain your neck to watch his every move. You can see the outline of his dick, the prominent bulge stressing the blue tartan fabric of his boxers.
After lowering his pants, he pushes his thumbs past the waistband of his underwear and pulls the tattered fabric down, revealing the pale brown smattering of hair above his pubic bone that trails down and fleshes out into a bushy tuft. The golden brown netherhair crowns the base of his cock and paves the way for his pink, throbbing shaft and blushing head to spring free, bobbing against his stomach. At the substantial sight of it, all pretty and ready for your mouth, a whimper simpers past your lips, your hips involuntarily jolting against the bed.
“It's okay, puppy, don’t you worry,” he reassures you with a breathless sigh, stroking his cock in lazy pumps. His eyes gaze over your body with a predatory gleam. “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” 
He crawls over your crumpled figure, with as much grace as he can muster while holding his dick in one hand, sitting in a hover over your chest. His knees are planted parallel to your shoulders, his cock at eye level and you find your lips parting, almost on instinct, as an invitation for him to smother you with his length. With him so close, your eyes can only focus on the ruddy, leaking tip of him, disappearing within the snug wrap of foreskin before peeking out again with each thrust of Edward’s hips into his fist. Pre-cum oozes past his slit, the near-pearlescent liquid beginning to dribble down the underside of him at the change in angle.
His strong hand reaches for your face, fingers digging into the pillowy flesh of your cheeks to steal your attention away from his delicious offering and onto his piercing eyes. Your lips are forced into a dopey pucker and your eyes begin to glimmer with childish tears, the water blooming from your unspoken need and neglect though the rest of your features remain passive, obedient.
“You want this cock, sweetheart?” He teases, grabbing his dick from the base and tapping the sticky, shiny head against your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out to collect the salty residue he leaves behind, savoring the distinct tang.
You nod your head as best as you can with his hold, still unyielding. You can hear a giggle pass his lips before he speaks.
“Show me how much you want it, baby”
He releases your face with a shove and cants his hips forward so the head of his dick prods at your mouth. You reach your bound hands forward and have your palms travel over his stomach, pushing his hoodie and jacket up to reveal his pudgy, white belly. In quick succession, he seizes your conjoined wrists and presses them further up the bed with a heavy and hard grip so your arms extend over your head, your breath catching in your throat as he does so. Edward leans down so his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his piercing and near-frightening green eyes glare at you through the fogged plastic of his cling wrap and behind the crystalline lenses of his glasses. 
With a gruff and mean voice he commands, “Suck.”
You’re quick to comply as soon as he straightens himself, giving the head of his cock a baiting kitten lick before your jaw creaks open, allowing you to finally wrap your lips around him. You push your head forward and swallow as much of him as you can with the awkward setup, craning forward and tilting your head to try and stuff him down your greedy throat. He groans and tosses his head back as you struggle to take the length of him, tongue swirling and tracing the veins that wind up his shaft. 
With one hand still occupied with your wrists, Edward uses the other to fist the hair at the nape of your neck and force you further down his cock,  your nose grazing the coarse hair decorating his pubic bone with each of his vigorous thrusts. The tip of his dick is testing the spongy tissue at the back of your throat, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as your gag reflex strains to remain idle. 
He yanks at your hair, pulling you off after a particularly rough suck with a shudder and a groan as he grips the very base of his cock and squeezes there, almost as if he’s trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.
“Gonna fucking come with your whore’s mouth working me like that,” he pants. “But I’d much rather watch it seep out of your puffy, spent hole.”
His words are wispy like he could hardly believe it himself, “Gonna ruin this pussy, mark you from the inside so you always know who you belong to, so they know you belong to.”
You love the possessive slur of his words, finding it amusing that, despite this whole ordeal being his idea, he can't stand the idea of anyone even thinking of burying themselves in what's his. His filthy words spur your aching core on further, a rush of slick trickling past your folds as you clench around nothing. You push your hips up against his ass and whimper, lip trembling, tired of his cruel game. A tear trails across the apple of your cheek, overlapping the sheened tracks of the ones that fell before it.
“You want that, right, baby?” He asks, lifting his hand to wipe the evidence of your impatience away. “Hm? Want me stuffing you so full you’ll feel it in the morning?”
“Yes,” you breathe with choked desperation.
“That’s what I thought,” he patronizes, shoving his tear-basted thumb past the seam of your lips to let the savory flavor settle over your tongue. “C’mere.”
He takes you by the shoulders and flips you over onto your stomach, trapping your arms between your body and the mattress. Your cheek presses into the musty piece of furniture, lips pursing with the pressure on your face. Edward grabs your hips and hikes them up into the air, forcing your back to arch as he situates you on your knees. 
You maneuver your head to try and get a decent glance over your shoulder at what he’s doing, humming to himself as he takes his sweet time perusing your body. In the low light, he admires you, running his hands over the round globes of your ass, squeezing every once in a while as they drop and then drag back up. He dips his head lower to catch a glimpse of your glittering hole, soaked with your lust and pulsing with just the thought of him filling you up.
“Would you look at that?” He whispers in the tense air.
Edward reaches over to the nightstand, scooping up the camcorder so he can invite the chat to enjoy a look at you.
“Isn’t she just perfect?” He remarks wistfully as he glides a thumb through your lips. “All throbbing and aching for me. Just a hole waiting to be used.”
You huff and wiggle your hips, pushing back to try and find even an ounce of relief. At your jittery signs, Edward sinks his thumb past your lax wet muscle and your breath catches in your throat with the familiar sensation.
“Please, baby, want you so bad.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he clicks his tongue. “Only patient girls get rewarded,”
“Okay! Okay, I’ll be good,” you pant out. “I’ll be patient, I promise.”
“That’s my good girl.” He draws his hand from the small of your back up between your shoulder blades, repeating the motion once, twice before pressing his hand into the side of your head and pressing it deep into the bed, nearly suffocating you. “I know you will, baby.”
He places the camera back on the nightstand, letting it clatter down before gripping the base of his cock and moving it to run the head through your slick folds, coating it in your creamy release. You mewl but try to keep still, burying your face into the mattress to muffle your disobedient noises. He takes note of your compliance and, to reward you, pushes past your entrance slowly, more so to get his dick wet before cumming rather than to be mindful of the ache that burns between your legs. A pitched gasp escapes your throat at finally having your request satisfied and your eyes flutter shut with the stretch of him against your walls. 
“My God, this cunt was made for me,” he sighs, sinking deeper. “So wet and warm and fucking tight.”
With his cock sheathed to the very base, he stills before drawing his hips back and pulling nearly all the way out before slamming them forward in a violent rut, his dick reaching the far recesses within you and causing you to jolt forward on the bed.
“Gonna ruin this pussy, make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
He picks up his pace, his movements quick but his thrusts holding their same fervor. He’s hitting hard and fast and deep and all thoughts escape your mind as he abuses your hole. The squelching and slapping of skin on skin fills the room and reverberates off of the walls, his deep groans and grunts melding with your desperate moans and mewls into a hot soup of unabashed wantonness.
Suddenly, the hot crack of Edward’s palm against your ass rings within your ears before you actually feel it and as the sting begins to fester with a burn as you cry out, the pained sound dissolving into a moan.
“You like that, you little slut? You like when I hit you, punish you for being so dirty?”
You nod your head, cheek burning from the chafing friction of the sheets but your nonverbal response is cut short as he smacks you again, much harder than the first time.
“Words,” he demands.
“Yes!” You yelp. “Love it when you put me in my place!”
“Yeah, that’s right,” he chuckles, though there's no humor behind it. “Take this fucking cock, fuck it like the filthy whore you are.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you’re gasping out in between tormenting thrusts, so close to finishing but before you can reach the blinding light at the end of the tunnel he’s pulling out and you want to cry, your tear ducts stinging with the loss as a shameful whine passes your lips, almost like a sob.
“It’s okay, baby,” he soothes. “Just wanna see your tits while I fuck you.”
He flips your pliable body over once more so you’re lying on your back, head lolling, your brain dazed and vacant.
He guides his cock, the head brushing against your glistening clit. Despite having just been inside of you, the touch shocks you, thighs tightening before he delves back in, his technique now far more brutal than before, if even possible. Your bound wrists lay between the valley of your breasts, the mounds bouncing along your chest with the force of each of his savage, pistoning thrusts. 
He grips your legs by the thighs and glides his hands up to the crooks of your knees, leaning forward to press your quads up against your stomach, folding you to breed a pleasurable stretch. With your legs spread out of the way and him relentlessly pounding into you, he’s reaching an untapped patch of nerves within you, the head of his cock tapping deeper and harder with each pull and push of his hips. You cry out at how incredible it feels, each thrust sending you closer to the edge and setting fireworks off behind your retinas. The pleasure feels too good to contain, you shut your eyes and indulge in his vicious pace, relishing in the rock of your body in tandem with his. 
Before you can get too caught up in feeling yourself, his hand finds your jaw, wrenching your face forward. The latex of his gloves squeaks as he tightens his hold and digs his fingers into the plush flesh of your cheeks.
He growls out a ‘look at me’ and you force your eyes to lazily flutter open, labored breaths puffing out past your pursed lips. 
With your attention on him, he leans in and berates you, “Look at you, all spread out like a desperate little whore, all for me.”
You whine and writhe as he continues his bullying.
“That’s right, hmm? Just a dumb fucking slut that loves my cock?” 
As he says this, he shoves his hips forward and causes your breath to stutter. His cock feels like it's clogging your throat with how deep it reaches and you do your best to answer his question, nodding your head against his resolute grip. 
“Say it,” he pushes, gritting through his mask and teeth. “Tell them how much you love how I fuck you.”
You keen as his pace refuses to wither, your brain malfunctioning at just the prospect of answering his simple question. His hand readjusts and lowers so that it’s near to entrapping itself around your throat. 
“C’mon, baby, tell them how much you love being used,” he chides, impatient. “We don’t have all day.”
With a particularly rough thrust of Edward’s hips and the euphoric feeling brought on by his hand constricting your airway, the tears that once gathered along your waterline fall over your cheeks as you cry out in a gasped sob. 
“Mmm! Yes! I lo-ove it!” You hiccup. “I love how you use me! Love how you show me off!”
He laughs, and drags his hand down from your neck to grope your breast with an ungentle grip, squeezing one more time before lifting his hand to cradle your cheek, thumb pushing your tears away only to smear the wetness across your temple.
“I know, puppy,” he stutters out, very obviously near his end. “You’ve been so good for me and the viewers, I think she deserves a reward, don’t you agree?”
The chat floods with responses of consensus, each anonymous hermit behind a computer screen or otherwise  hoping to indulge in the sight of you unraveling beneath who they knew to be their leader, their God.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby, go ahead and cum for me, wanna feel you choke my cock.”
You do as you're told, the pressure building up to a rolling boil as your body seizes and stutters with the feel of him inside you drawing you to your blinding end, crying out to the four walls as your back curls off of the bed. As your pussy throbs and convulses in spasms around Edward’s cock, he groans thickly and keels over you, catching himself on his hand as his hips stammer and start to become erratic. He releases a whiny, pitched moan when you feel his hot load spurt into you, the warmth of it heating you from the inside out as you sigh into the mattress. 
You’re both panting like wild dogs caught in a heat wave, attempting to regain your lost breath. He slumps over you, the heat of his exhales clouding the saran wrap behind his glasses and mask. After a moment of calm, he leans back and pulls his softening dick out, his release crawling out of your hole and dripping onto the wrinkled and bunched up sheets. He grabs the camera and angles it to display your still convulsing hole.
“Isn’t that a sight?” he wonders aloud, muttering beneath his shallow breath. 
He tuts and pushes two fingers into your cunt, gathering what spills over your asshole so he can push it back in. The breach causes you to shiver with overstimulation before relaxing back against the pillows. He takes his cum-laden fingers and reaches them towards your open mouth, bringing the camera along so it only shows your lips and chin.
“Suck,” he commands.
You lean up and take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits and moaning against the bitter taste of your combined juices. 
“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he pulls his fingers away.  
You fall back against the few pillows beneath you, your eyelids starting to grow heavy as your head lulls against the cushions. Edward turns the camera towards him, holding the lens much too close to his face as he thanks the audience and ends the live, placing the camcorder back on the nightstand and shutting the laptop with a gentle click.
He begins undoing his getup; putting his glasses aside, pulling the mask over his head, and tossing it to the floor before unfurling the near-suffocating wrap from his head. With his features uninhibited, he places his glasses back on and starts consciously climbing over your body.
“You did so good for me,” he whispers against the skin of your neck, nuzzling his face there before slithering his arms under your back and squishing you against him. “I’m sure everyone loved you.”
You giggle at his needy, cat-like affections, “Baby, I wanna touch you.”
“Oh, right! Let me get that for you.”
He unties the jersey cloth from your wrists and tosses the scrap piece of fabric across the room. Edward runs his thumbs back and forth over the tender indentation that runs along your wrists, soothing the skin with his warm touch and the sympathetic press of his lips. Once he’s finished, you wind your arms around his neck and reach to thread your fingers into his russet locks, scratching close to the nape and behind his ears. He smiles that goofy grin down at you and despite the effort it takes, you lean up to kiss him.
“God, I miss doing that when you wear your mask,” you sigh as you separate, uncurling his strands from your fingers to rest your hand against his cheek.
“Me too,” he assures you, turning to kiss the wrinkled palm of your hand. “But we can’t have the GPD finding us out can we?”
“Nope,” you say with a disconcerting smile. “But it’s a good thing that when the cameras are off, I get you all to myself.”
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the-odd-devil · 9 months
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The Sky Is Dark, But I See You : Chapter 2
Edward Nashton x f!reader Dark Academia College AU
Summary : Edward Nashton is horny. Eddie POV from chapter 1.
It just takes for you to smile at Edward Nashton once to make him obsessed with you.
Word Count : 3 297
Warnings : Didn't think it would be like that, but chapter 2 and there's already a lot of smut oops. 🙈 
masturbation, semi public masturbation, obsessive behavior, kind of stalker-ish?, humilation, mention or oral (m! recieving), slight voyeurism.
Tell me if I forgot any! Thanks <3
Author's Note : Finally chapter 2! Woop woop! A lot more porn than I thought, but I wouldn't want it any other way.😌 I hope you'll like it! I had a lot of fun with it!
A big BIG thank you to @always-andromeda for proof reading, it's always an amazing experience and it helps me a lot with my english!
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Chapter II : Who Is She
He’ll forever remember the first time he saw you. It was one of those moments that felt out of time and space where every detail is clear and stays in your retina, leaving an indelible print of the scene in your brain. Time slowed down. You were the only bright and colorful aura in the dark hallway that leads to his coding in Python class. He could pin every color that made you, a beautiful and saintly painting in his mind. He saw you because you saw him, eyes burning his; burning his whole being. He felt seen for the first time when you laid your eyes on him, a soft, caring look that had never been given to him before. 
He doesn’t know how he deserved that pure gaze from a beautiful creature, warming his heart underneath his clothes, cold and wet from the shitty Gotham weather. Soon, the light warming burned him, it was too much for poor Edward, not even used to the smallest attention directed towards him. He looked down. Oh, he regretted it immediately.   He wanted more. That feeling would not leave him. It consumed his thoughts; ate at his brain. He wanted more, more, more. 
Other students had already judged him on his looks and were avoiding him as much as they could. His reputation wouldn’t survive a stained crotch. In a clumsy and swift move, he finally let himself free and came in his hand after a few strokes, breathy moans that he tried to keep low as he was finally aware of the situation.
Head low, he accelerated his pace. So overwhelmed that tears started to form in his eyes and his breath quickened. The butterflies in his stomach began to make him nauseous. By the next turn of the hallway where he was sure you couldn’t see him, he ran to the closest bathroom. He felt  the other students watching him and knew how pathetic he looked: cheeks red, forehead sweaty, tears falling down his face while he tried to make his tall figure as petite as possible. The shame was growing as he could feel himself getting hard, the memory of your eyes on him, the warmth that this pretty girl he didn’t even know the name of gave him, mixed with the humiliation of the situation was too much for him.
He was painfully hard when he finally locked himself in the bathroom. He let his tears fall from his eyes and whiny moans fell from his lips as he threw his head back to the wall. He was a fucking mess, the shame being washed down by how horny he was. Slowly catching his breath, he was trying to calm down, each exhalation coming out as a whine or a moan. The only thought left in his head was the hope that no one else was in that bathroom or, at least, didn’t see him enter.
His attempts to calm down were in vain. His hand found its way to lightly stroking himself over his pants, removed from what his consciousness was screaming at him. He soon was rutting on his hand, hips losing their will too. He was starting to get close, too close. A moan, louder than the previous, woke him up as he was on the edge. His pants weren’t stained yet. Even if everyone must’ve been in class by now, he didn’t wanna risk walking to his dorm room with a stain on his pants.
Mind clearer after his release, he was finally able to calm down and catch his breath.  After putting his pants back on, he went to face the mirror, trying to fix his state. He looked like an even bigger mess, hair pointing every direction, oval glasses slightly crooked on his head, marks of his tears all over his cheeks, and a rest of drool at the corner of his lips. His clothes were no better, sweater, shirt and trousers wrinkled and out of position. He avoided his reflection, unable to stand how pathetic he looked.
He quickly made himself presentable, splashing his face with water to cool down and wipe off the mess before repositioning his clothes. He checked in the mirror that he looked ok. He hated his image – as always – but he didn’t look as though he’d just jerked off in a college bathroom after a girl looked at him with a little bit of sympathy. What time was it? Maybe he could still go to his Python class.
Were you doing it on purpose? He was really starting to consider this hypothesis. Because he was seeing you way too often. He felt like he was going crazy. And he was. Maybe he wanted you to be following him. Maybe he was starting to hallucinate visions of you in the hallways multiple times a day. You were becoming a difficulty, a problem. Graduating was his only way out from the misery he was predestined to. Widely opening its arms, the depths of hell waited for him. 
You were distracting him, but he’s addicted. His whole body heated up every time he felt your presence, he was feeling hot, too hot. He felt like his brain was overheating and that his dick was trying to take control while hardening in his pants.
He had some more active periods than others, skirts of girls flying through the wind, the first time he saw a girl in her underwear after entering a room without knocking, when he first discovered porn, when he hid to watch a boy of his dorm jerking off, when he observed a couple having sex in one of the orphanage's rooms. He knew deep down that he was a pervert. But at least he could function, preparing himself for greater causes. Somehow, you were different. You noticed him, and that changed everything. 
Most of the time he succeeded at controlling himself; not looking at you, praying that he wouldn’t smell your perfume today. He knew he looked like an idiot, face all red and looking at the ground; he could hear the other students laughing at him, he looked pathetic. Did you find him pathetic? Did you like it? On those days he was just a couple of minutes late, catching his breath at the next corner where you couldn’t see him anymore.
On other days – the unfortunate ones – days when he couldn’t control himself, days when his brain was boiled and only his erection was able to take commands, he missed a class. Too busy releasing himself in some toilet paper in a dim bathroom, hand on his mouth trying to muffle his moans.
Edward hadn’t been a compulsive masturbator before you. He did what he had to do in some unsanitary bathroom at the orphanage where he could be alone for a few minutes, hoping that nobody would notice he was gone. And of course nobody ever noticed.
He was scared to look up from his paper and meet your gaze. He was scared of what he’d see, unsure of your intentions, unsure of his body. His body that was already betraying him, cold sweats and unbearable heat, he knew his face was red. Oh, you must be delighted. He thought that if he succeeded in controlling his breath until you went away, everything would be fine. Just 3 hours maximum, the library would be closed by then, and he’d be able to go back to his dorm room. 
He certainly wished you hadn’t noticed him this day, sitting across from him at the library. You’re doing it on purpose, you're clearly doing it on purpose. There were dozens and dozens of unoccupied seats all over the library, and you’re sitting in front of him. His brain hurt. Why were you doing that? What did he do? Did you want to make fun of him? To ridicule him in front of everyone? He could feel tears forming in his eyes, too many thoughts and emotions going through his brain. 
But he should know that he wasn’t this lucky. Was it curiosity? Was it to know if you were looking? Was it a deep desire? Intrusive thoughts? He looked up and met your gaze. It instantly lit up, happy to have finally caught the attention that you were looking for. You gave him your prettiest smile. His eyes opening wide, he could feel his whole body going into shock. His blood ran cold but his skin felt like it was bubbling and boiling. He let out the most pathetic whine and it woke him up from his paralyzed state. He tried to hide by looking down at his paper.
His eyes were burning, unable to close as he stared blankly at his paper. His senses seemed to disappear to be contained in his body;  he couldn’t  hear, see, smell, feel or taste anything. But he felt like he was going to explode. An orgasm ready to be released at any instant. Pleasure, both contained and denied, burned through him.
Time passed and he didn’t even feel that. The next thing he remembered was the librarian waking him from his trance to tell him that they were about to close. She asked him, concern in her voice, if everything was ok. He blinked, feeling cold tears on his burned cheeks and his already wet underwear.
“Ye-yes…thank you…”
The walk to his dorm was painful to say the least. The friction of his pants on his hard cock made it difficult to walk without looking like a creep, even more so that, being as vocal as he is, he had to bite his lips and cheeks to not moan at each step. He was very glad that it was pitch dark outside and that the students he ran into were far enough away that they didn’t notice him.
She left with a confused expression.
Finally coming back into his own body, he looked down at his crotch in panic. Ok, no wet spot on his pants, but he was painfully hard. He was hoping that holding his coat in front of him in the dark would be enough. 
His roommate Ryan was studying at their dorm that night.  It was the reason why Eddie went to study in the library in the first place.
He wished he’d noticed when you went away so that he would have been able to “use” the library bathroom. Everything was closed this late. He had no choice but to go back to his dorm room.
And the most difficult part was still to come.
Ryan was a nice guy; smart, handsome, popular, and good at school. Eddie couldn’t bear being close to him, his presence only making him feel worthless. He had to adapt his schedule to his, minimizing the time they had to share the room. It was an inconvenience, but still better than having to talk to Ryan.
The walk to his room was better than expected. For once he was thankful for his ability to be forgotten. In front of his door, he prayed that Ryan was sleeping or went away for a snack or to meet one of his numerous friends. The light underneath the door was telling him otherwise.
He was nice to Eddie, which he initially thought would be a good thing. But every time he talked to him it just felt condescending, as if Eddie was lower than him. He knew Ryan saw him as a creep, just like everybody else, but he was too nice to treat him like one. And tonight would not help that reputation.
Hopeful, he put his ear on the wood. Shit, he’s there. Eddie took a deep breath and decided that the best option he had was to run to the bathroom, keeping his coat in front of him, hoping that no questions would be asked.
He opened and closed the door quickly and silently and started to head to the bathroom, his head low and face still red. Ryan caught him immediately and was his usual self, trying to engage in conversation with Eddie.
“Eddieboy! Hi!”
“Yeah… Yeah! I… um… I had a bit of a migraine at the library… I just need to take a shower…”
His upbeat tone made Eddie jump. He looked up at Ryan like a scared puppy who had just peed on the carpet. His forced smile began to be replaced by an interrogative expression seeing the nerd’s red face and eyes.
“Is everything ok?”
“Oh, ok! Have fun in the shower!” 
He was used to Ryan saying that every time he took a shower. But this time, it made Eddie jump again, feeling like Ryan somehow knew what he was about to do. It made Ryan embarrassed of the double meaning of his sentence. 
“Oh… um… thanks man…” 
“I mean! Um, yeah… you deserve a good shower…”
How Eddie was capable of turning a simple, single word conversation into a living hell was a curse that he had to live with. 
He ran into the bathroom and closed the door without looking at him.
Alone in the bathroom, he could finally breathe. His breath came out more as a low moan that immediately triggered his fight or flight response, scared that Ryan had heard him. He stopped for a few seconds, paralyzed. Then he heard Ryan turn on the radio. Good.
He finally calmed down, letting his coat fall on the floor and soon his other clothes followed. The hot water felt like a pause. A pause from Gotham’s cold rain, from the students cold gaze. But soon he felt too hot, seeing you again in his mind, beautiful you who smiled at him. His soft dick was hardening again at the thought of your smile. But this time he had no reservations about letting his imagination and his hands do what they wanted freely.
He needed it so bad. He needed to touch himself while thinking of your pretty lips so badly. In his wildest dreams, he wasn't shy and creepy Edweird. He was charming and dominant, capable of getting up from his chair and flirting with you. Smiling back, winking, sharing a look that said "you and me, in the bathroom, right now.” Your knees on the tiles of the library bathroom, you would suck him off, without even having to share a word. He would grab a handful of your hair and guide you, whispering soft praise of how good you were sucking his dick. Such a good girl, who knew just what she had to do. He came in breathy moans that he was succeeding to keep low enough so that the water and the radio were covering them.
He didn't know how long he stayed in the shower; he still hadn't cleaned himself and the water was starting to get cold. It was late and he had to wake up early tomorrow. He washed himself quickly, put on a towel, and got out his PJs. Good thing that Ryan was already sleeping, he didn't want to have to pretend to be happy that his roommate was kind enough to talk to him. PJs on, mind and dick empty, he drifted off to an unusually calm and relaxing sleep.
Eddie's heavenly hell had just begun. It seemed that you knew what you did to him and really liked it, continuing to flash him your prettiest smiles. It was becoming difficult to concentrate since he saw you at least once a day. When you didn't notice him, he couldn't help but hide and drink up your image. His brain didn’t even register that other students could see him spying on you. He couldn't care, too busy remembering every little detail of you. Every curve, every freckle, every wrinkle when you smiled, how your outfits always matched. He was addicted, you were consuming all of his brain.
You were making a mess out of him. He couldn't even count the number of times he made a fool out of himself after you flashed him a smile. Every time your smile hit him it was like an electric shock in his body made him lose control, his whole body so hot that his glasses started to fog, mind incapable of recording his surroundings. His brain was too absent to tell him he should be careful to not look creepy, his dick having taken full control. He was starting to struggle studying with you appearing in his mind every time he was trying to concentrate, his brain too dependent on you. 
He was using every break and every bathroom he could to jerk off. He thought that if he masturbated often enough, he'd get bored of it. That it wouldn’t be as exciting as before. He was very wrong. He had to bite his hand every time to silence the dirty moans that escaped his mouth and dry off his tears with toilet paper before going to the communal sinks to properly wash his face and hands. 
He couldn't escape you and, truly, he didn't want to. He drank a lot of coffee before, but now he was certainly developing a severe caffeine addiction, spending all of his time sitting at a table that got the best view of you while you were on your shift. During those afternoons, he could feel himself going insane watching you from afar. You, waving and smiling at him and the little hearts you drew on his tickets and cups. He kept every single one of them in a box under his bed.
All of that plus the clearly unhealthy amount of caffeine in his system and he was left rock hard and shaking when he had to go back to his dorm. He was thanking every God he could think of when Ryan was not here after that afternoon's numerous coffees. Finally he was able to jerk off somewhere else other than in a bathroom. On those evening he fucked his pillows like a mad man, covered in sweat and drooling. He had to buy himself more pillow cases. 
His grades were suffering from the torment you put him through. He really had to do something, anything. He would not let Gotham ruin him. You, on the other hand… 
He thought of a lot of solutions, some better than others, some more possible than others, some even sinister. His favorite scenario would be to do to you everything he dreamed of. But his brain, even if capable of resolving the most complicated puzzles, couldn't find a solution for him to make the first move. He just knew it would be a terrible idea, even if he succeeded in formulating some words, he was too scared of how his body would react.  
His train of thought stops when someone knocks at the door, interrupting his professor. The loud noise makes him jump, but seeing you at the door makes his heart stop. You are taking the same class??? Oh my god you are taking the same class… He starts to panic as an evil smile appears on your face when you notice him too. He plunges his head in his paper, trying to disappear. He knows he is already bright red, but he couldn't help but flash some looks at you while you go to your table. 
His mind is running a thousand miles per hour, somewhere between panic and screaming, "THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, DO SOMETHING!" He doesn't even notice the professor talking about a group project until the paper for duos comes to his table. He figures that he will, once again, have to do the work of two alone, He assumes that, too panicked to react, he lost the chance he could’ve had to be paired with you. Wait… 
Tag list : @generouspour ; @unholybabyface
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marvelmaniac2000 · 11 months
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Hi! I adore how you wrote Riddler and the reader in the Fluff + Smut fic! I was wondering could I request a fic or some headcanons about Edward and Fem! Reader’s first time together, maybe with a little bit of soft dom Eddie please!
thank you so much! 💚✨
Thank youuu anon!!! 😘 I love writing about Eddie more than any other character tbh 😬 😅.. 💚 I'm so in love with him 💚
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There's so many different headcanons about him but here's the first few that come to mind.
Subject: Pure fluff, pet names, soft! dom Eddie, kiss maybe?, flirting, (sorry for misspelling and grammar)
Words: 400+
just major cuteness to go around UGH
Side notes: all of the possibilities are endless, where do I even begin?
*sobbed uncontrollably in a corner*
This handsome man can't keep his eyes off of you.
he will constantly tell you how absolutely pretty and beautiful you are.
He wants to hold your hand and brush it against his lips.
chivalry is NOT dead when it comes to Eddie. He will hold the door open for you, give you his jacket when it's raining, constantly walking right beside you to make you feel protected.
He will look deep into your eyes and hold eye contact to let you know how much he's listening to you.
He has a bad habit of brushing your loose strands behind your ears.
He loves sitting next to you and swinging his arm around any sofa/couch/chair you guys are sitting in.
SUPER controlling and protective of your relationship.
He insist in paying and he never wants you too. It's just in his nature duh.
some of the nicknames he will give you: love bun, sweet heart, honey, baby girl, princess, pretty girl, cutie pie, Ms.beautiful, mama,
He's so proud to call him his, he super affectionate in public with you
You both do everything together
He lets you borrow all of his hoodies and sweaters
YOU'RE his everything <3
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"I can't believe we are finally together" you cling on to his arm. You walk with him down the street of Gotham with the biggest grin on your face. After all of the bad exes in your life you finally met someone who would do all of the things you wanted in a boyfriend.
"I believe it, I knew eventually you would come to me" he had his hands in his loose jacket with a sheepish smile. He was so cute and wholesome as he stayed close to you. It felt so good knowing you had someone to trust. You never wanted to leave his side, he meant to so much to you now. Is this what being in love felt like? Many cute plans and fantasies flooded your mind. You couldn't wait to do so many things with him. To show everyone the sweet guy you were with. Why didn't you approach him sooner?
You both just wandering around the mall but (actually he was just following you around) he could care less about anything beside just spending time with you. The sun was setting and you grew tired from today. "You ready to go home baby?" Eddie absently offered to hold your bag as you stopped mid stride to looked at the time on your phone.
"yea, I work tomorrow unlike you" you peck a kiss on his cheek. both of you worked at the same place, but opposite ends of the building. You always miss him dearly when you guys get busy with other tasks.
"Just call in I want to lay in my bed with you it's been forever" his clingy demeanor kicked in realizing how long it's been since he had you in his arms. He needed you now and tomorrow. You were the only person who understood him and loved him for who he was. He didn't want to lose the happiness that kept him alive.
"Don't worry about them babe, you're always working extra days. We still have so much stuff we need to do at home" he caressed his rough hand on your cheek. His thumb gripped your chin. "You promised me you would cuddle and lay in bed with me right?" his soft deep voice became persuasive drawing in you like smoke. Eddie leaned in to kiss you slowly making you moan. " I promise" you peck his lips again. Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine, finally having the girl and life he dreamed of.
Likes/comments/reblogs/requests & asks
much love <3
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hihelloheyhowdy · 2 years
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Relationship dynamics I think the Twisted Wonderland boys would have!
Characters included; all of heartslabyul, Vil, Kalim, Leona, Jade, Malleus
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Riddle Rosehearts; "They probably hate me" x Deeply, passionately in love but terrible at showing it.
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Ace Trappola; feral partners in crime
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Deuce Spades; virtuous ray of sunshine x ex bad boy
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Trey Clover; tired parent friend x other tired parent friend
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Carter Diamond; confident flirt failing miserably with genuine feelings x expert at not taking the hint
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Vil Schoenheit; famous/rich/rotality x dirty gremlin who lives in the woods
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Leona Kingscholar; accident bastard magnet x bastard (with an obvious crush)
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Jade Leech; best friends
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Kalim Al-Aism; can't cope with how sweet they are x literal ray of sunshine
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Malleus Draciona; non-human learning about 'human romance' x too busy to deal with this
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That's the end for now, thank you for taking the time to look at this :))
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finniestoncrane · 1 month
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Can you do a oneshot of Arkham Knight Riddler eating reader out? He needs to eat. And I need a dirty, greasy, disgusting man to violate me with his tongue. I want his to have to wipe the cum and drool as it dribbles down his chin. Absolutely NASTY!
Snack
Arkham!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 450 just a lil oneshot, just a lil snack u-u listen i've done it before and i'll do it again lmao if there's one thin i won't get tired of it's eddie eating pussy!! also it's fem!reader but there's no gendered language, so anyone with a vagina who doesn't mind the word pussy should be all good request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, a bit of fingering, mentions of overstim
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Eddie rolled his tongue, almost wave like, making the muscle pulse and curve from the back to the tip against your dripping cunt. Each lap made you wail, your fingers curled into his hair, tugging at the root as you pushed him to you and pulled him away when you could feel yourself getting too close to your inevitable orgasm.
From the moment he'd fallen to his knees in front of you, you had been close. Desperate. Wet. You could feel your clit twitching as he pulled off your pants, then your underwear. Feel your inside aching as he lifted your legs up and placed them on his deceptively strong shoulders. Let your jaw drop, a howling wail coming out of your open mouth as he used his thumbs to spread your lips apart.
Now, you were soaking, your entire body throbbing, muscles tensing as they waited for your release. Eddie worked at it, his thin lips circling your clit as he inserted a finger inside of you, another joining it quickly after. The way he spread you open, devouring you as though he were actually starving made your heart pound, your stomach flip, your vision going blurry as you got closer to the edge of the intense climax that felt as though it choked you.
You were clouded by your orgasm, brain fogged with only the notion of seeking pleasure coming into focus, but you still stole a look down towards Eddie. As though he sensed you watching him, he looked up towards you, steely blue eyes glinting with his malicious glee. He removed his fingers from you, using the back of the same hand to wipe his chin which was slick with your cum, dripping with his own drool.
Every second he spent away from you was agonising, threatening to dull the release that had been building up. But you felt his sharp nose come into contact with your once again, his stubbled cheeks between your thighs, dark brown hair tickling your skin as he dove back in, pressing his tongue in and out of you, moaning as he fucked you with his mouth.
With a sharp squeal you came, quivering under his continued touch, overstimulated almost immediately after your body settled back down. But Eddie kept going, chuckling to himself, not quite satisfied and certain you had more to give him. He pulled away briefly, only long enough to reassure you in a cruel, teasing tone that felt like he was purposefully mocking your pathetic desperation.
"If you want me to stop, you only have to ask. 'Please, Mister Nigma, Sir. I've had enough.' Say it loud and clear."
He only offered you the out as he was confident you wouldn't take it, smiling smugly to himself as you grabbed him by his hair and pushed him back into you.
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zv5x · 1 year
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Yandere Riddler with a Reader who has a strong moral compass just like him? They believe most of the things he does, believing in stopping corrupted people, etc while not having Ed's delusions. So, when Edward actually kidnaps them, they aren't afraid to point out how morally messed up he's being and point out flaws in his plans and how contradictory they are, further breaking Ed's image of his love and of his pre-perceived perception of himself.
Welcome back, ZV5X!
Pairing : The Riddler (The Batman 2022) • Gender Neutral reader Warnings : USE OF THE YANDERE TROPE , kidnappings, toxic mindsets and abusive situations, mentions of yelling and raising of tone, psychological intimidation
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"To me, calling this love is almost an insult." You clicked your tongue, letting your morality hold power over your better judgement. With a brain as fragile as this man's, confrontation was a near death wish. However, you poked onwards, picking at his delusions as ifit was cheap, chipping paint. "I'm not going to sit here and justify this behavior-"
"Shut up." His tone was flat, almost as if he was trying his very hardest to hold himself together.
He was warning you, and he would only warn you once.
"If anything, it's a display of power you feel you don't have. Whatever it may be, don't you dare tell me this is love!" At that, the man before you picked up a glass on the table and chucked it at the wall. It shattered above you, glass shards coming down onto your head and causing small bursts of pain to run throughout your scalp. You shut your eyes tightly and looked down, hoping that would shield your sensitive eyes from what would no doubt destroy them if contact was made.
"Shut the fuck UP! You don't know the last thing about love! You're a brainwashed puppet, only existing to fill your place in a society that wouldn't even care if you were gored on the streets! Do you really think anyone cares about you as much as I do? Loves you as much as I do?" He laughed, but not a laugh of entertainment; it was a laugh of pure lunacy. "No, no baby, that's not true and you know that." He walked up to you, kneeling down to your level and letting glass crunch underneath his boot. "You don't know the last thing about love." The man was incredibly gentle now, tilting your head upwards so he could look you in the eye. His glasses were gleaming, the eyes behind them half-lidded with affection. "But that's okay, my love. I can teach you."
"W-what? What do you-?"
"You have so many flawed ideas about this world. Like how it's changeable with non-violent methods, and how people like us live in a world where we don't need to fight back." He held up air quotes to accompany his words, giggling at your perceived foolishness. "I can fix that, my dear. I can fix you. We're both gonna be okay. All it's gonna take is a little focused effort, and I'll have you right where I am right now. You'll be fine, we'll be fine; and nobody will ever be able to hurt us again."
As much as it disgusted you, he leaned inwards and kissed you on the cheek. "It's okay. I understand you're wired differently than I am; that you're less likely to see the world in the way that I do. That's why I have to help you, so you can finally love yourself as much as I love you. You can't love yourself unless you come to despise the people that hurt you, (Y/N). Did you know that? It's a hard pill to swallow, isn't it?"
You didn't respond. How could you? There wasn't anything that could be said to convince this sick man that his ideals were incorrect. If you tried, you'd get another glass thrown at your head. You'd let him speak, while also scowering this room for any kind of useful objects or information.
There was a window right in the middle of many other buildings, which was nice. Perhaps you could come loose from your restraints and scream out of it for some sort of help. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at the thought of leaving, a gesture your captor immediately took to heart.
"I know you're just as happy as I am, love." Once again, he kissed you, and you had to refrain from gagging as his lips pressed against yours. "We'll start with that scummy public defender who lives about 10 minutes away. Teaching him a lesson would be a good lesson for you too, don't you think angel?"
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connorntofficial · 6 months
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in the mood to talk abt Ed tonight!!!
so heres some fun facts real fast!!!!
Ed wears gloves ALL THE TIME after he started getting into crime! he started wearing gloves just to keep his prints off stuff, but now he wears them more as a sensory aid! he doesnt like most textures so once he started wearing gloves he kinda never stopped!
he also dresses like trash most of the time! he wears his bright green and purple whenever he is doing Riddler stuff, but when he isnt hes usually dressed in very trashy clothes! old tank tops, ripped up jeans, stained sweat pants, old college sweater, cheap tee shirts with faded graphics. he wears whatever is most comfortable or convenient all the time unless hes putting on a show!
and another fun fact is that hes agender!! him being agender doesn't have the biggest impact on his character. he doesnt even know hes agender! its just a fun little fact! him being agender doesnt affects much, mainly just how he views himself when compared to other men. Ed doesnt see himself as being the same as other people, he has VERY low empathy and cant really grasp that other people are actually people in the same way that he is. thus he cant connect to gender or other men because its a social construct made up by other people, and a construct that is only upheld by people in relation to one another! thus if he cannot connect to anyone at all and sees himself as being completely separate from them, he cant grasp gender, as he cant understand his identity in relation to others! IDK IF THAT MADE ANY SENSE!!! i tried my best to word it but idk
also this is a short one, but he changed his name from Nashton to Nygma once he moved out! both to separate himself from his family and also just for funsies!
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Great performance 👏👏👏👏👏👏
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Bestie- u didn’t just deliver u served and I’m the greedy gremlin who’s eating this up, that was amazing, he’s so skrunkly I love him 😔Ur gonna kill me here but bestie I need them to meet I can’t 😩
This is the effect of me doing sudokus and crosswords in the ethics lecture... Was listening to Jasmine Thompson's cover of 'Rather Be' while writing this and honestly?? A whole mood
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Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 3
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That day felt weirdly long as if hours were stretching out as much as the universe would allow them to. You haven't felt that tired and fed up in quite a while, dreaming about the soft comfort of your own bed during your commute back home.
Home, however, had another surprise in store for you:
"Perfect timing, Eddie," you said to yourself as you tore the envelope off your front door. "Could use a little pick-me-up."
You opened the letter and couldn't help the surprise at the front of the card you were given. For some reason, it said "Invitation" in fancy, glittery writing. Inside, on the left side was another torn-out page from a poetry collection.
Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover.
Under the piece of a poem were written only two words: "Meet me". Your gaze followed the vague message to the right side of the card where a small map was drawn. It looked like a bird's view of a restaurant or a bar with a question mark drawn over one of the, as you had assumed, tables like the little map was the continuation of the unfinished sentence. On top of the drawing was scribbled an address, a date and an hour. You were supposed to meet him in a week's time.
From that moment on, you could hardly think about anything else and, little did you know, so did he. It was going to be a fateful Wednesday evening.
"That's the place," you whispered to yourself as you checked the GPS on your phone again.
You found yourself standing before a desolate diner that looked like it was taken straight out of Quentin Tarantino's movie. But you had to admit that the Pulp Fiction feel to the locale was charming in some way as if gracefully continuing your dilemma whether you were now the main character of a rom-com or a slash horror film.
"Here goes nothing," you said with a sigh. With each step towards the front door of the diner, your restlessness was only increasing.
The bell near the door chimed cheerfully as you hesitantly entered the building. At first, you couldn't see a soul inside - even the waitress was more of a cryptid as you could only hear her quiet chatter with the cooks coming from the kitchen. They left the door slightly ajar. According to the drawing, the marked table should be the one under the vintage-style graffiti with a pin-up girl holding a tray of apple pie. Your heart stopped for a moment, seeing that the booth was occupied.
Ever since he sat down in that booth, he'd been eyeing the door, waiting for the fateful moment you enter. The muffled laughter of the waitress rung in his ears and Eddie was half-convinced that she was laughing at him. After all, who was he to ever believe that you were actually going to show up? That you would be anything but disgusted with him?
He watched as you checked his little drawing once more. You turned your head towards him and Ed could swear the time actually slowed down if not entirely stopped when your gaze met his. The moment you realized that it was him, a bright smile appeared on your face, making Eddie's palms even sweatier than they already were. He just knew he was going to mess things up - there was no way in Hell that he could impress you. That much was obvious to Eddie.
You were just so... unreal to him. There he was: the loser, the loner, the butt of the joke and there were you, the epitome of grace approaching the table he was sitting at. He couldn't believe his own senses, some anxious beast still gnawing at his thoughts, that you didn't immediately turn around and left once you saw him.
"Hey," you said softly as you sat down across from him.
"H-hi," he nervously stuttered out.
Eddie looked more or less as you expected him to: a quiet, kind of awkward and easy-to-overlook guy who had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Your friends always found it very amusing that you had a thing for underdogs. No matter how strange it might sound to anyone else, you thought there was a certain charm to his awkwardness like an adorable deer caught in headlights.
"You have great taste." You waved the "invitation" card before putting it back into your purse.
"In what?" Eddie asked sheepishly. His mind was fluctuating between blankness and intrusive thoughts, so coherence and reason weren't something he could count on at the moment.
You shrugged. That bright, showstopping smile was still on your face and Eddie felt he wouldn't be able to look away from you even if he wanted to. "Poetry. Flowers," you counted. "Girls."
His chubby cheeks turned crimson red at your words. Your confidence made him even more aware of his incapacitating insecurity. Eddie believed his intrusive thoughts: there was nothing he could delight you with.
"I loved your riddles," you confessed. "You're really good at it."
A flutter of his heart and a ray of lovesick hope.
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